From the Author:
Be warned. This story involves explicit sex in many forms including
that between brother and sister. If that offends, read no further.
Story is copyright by Writer’s Cramp with all rights reserved and
must not be posted to any commercial or pay site whatsoever.
Individuals may archive the story for their own personal use but the
story should not be reposted to any other site without the author’s
permission.
All names are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person,
either living or dead. Neither the author nor any acquaintance of the
author (to his knowledge), has ever indulged in situations described
in this story; they are solely based on fantasy of the mind.
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SIBLING LOVE (REVISED)
©March 2005 (2011)
(MFF (various), ped (flashback), inc, rom (lots), sm, les, spk, ws, menst.)
Sexual Fantasy Fiction
by Writer’s Cramp
writer_s_cramp40REMOVE@hotmail.com
/files/Authors/WritersCramp40/
NOTE: By revision I do not mean I have changed the story –
but only recently have I discovered many errors in spelling,
punctuation and grammar. My apologies if you thought you
were getting a whole new story.
Characters:
Adam Gardiner, (that’s me), aged 28, Corporate Lawyer.
Jennie, (Jen), my sister aged 22, university graduate.
Sandra Hilton, aged 43, widow of 10 years.
Vesuvius, my dearest friend, named because of his fierce eruptions.
Chapter One
Family dinners seemed to always go the same way. Mum and Dad,
joyously happy that their two kids had joined their festivities. The
conversation was little changed. What had I been doing? How are the
studies, Jennie? Have you found a nice girl yet? This one always directed to
me. Why they couldn’t ask Jen that too I had no idea; about boys of course.
It was all so inevitable yet both Jen and I still relished the family time
we occasionally spent with the folks.
“Are you staying long this time, big bro,” Jen asked casually.
“No, I’m on holidays. Well, my leave started last Friday and I
thought I’d drive up the coast for a few days. Maybe even the whole three
weeks.”
I looked across to my little sister and saw something in her eyes that
told me she wanted to ask more but not in front of Mum and Dad.
“Goin’ on your own, son? That sounds pretty lonely. You should get
a girlfriend, boy then you could enjoy your holidays together,” Dad
suggested hopefully.
“Hush up, Bert. Leave the boy alone. He’s got plenty of time for
that.” Mum berated him.
Jen looked at me with sympathy, not because I didn’t have a
girlfriend but that the inevitable questions from the folks as to why I didn’t,
always surfaced sometime during my return home. She copped something
similar occasionally, for Jen was one for whom men played a very small part
in her life. She’d been a student right up to now and her studies were the
centre of her life. Good results, which she always achieved, meant better
career prospects and Jen had high hopes of joining a very prestigious
research group now her studies were complete.
I guess from a man of twenty-eight, Mum and Dad were hoping for a
grandson to carry on the family name but work commitments and a strong
love of my job meant my social life wasn’t all that favourable for finding a
suitable lady to share the rest of my life with.
“One day, I’ll surprise you, Dad,” I responded the same way I did on
several previous occasions.
“Huh,” he grumbled. “Where have I heard that before?”
“Maybe I’ll be first,” Jen piped up with a wry smile across at me.
“You?” Mum gasped, her eyes bright with anticipation. “Are you
seeing someone, Jennie? You should have told us.”
“Sorry, Mum. I was just teasing,” she laughed lightly.
“Huh,” Dad grumbled again.
The idea of Jen getting pregnant was something to laugh about. Now
she certainly wasn’t inclined towards lesbianism, I was sure of that but I
can’t remember a time when Jen had any boy in her sights and her dates,
few as they were, rarely extended beyond the second time.
There was little doubt in my mind that it was her choice, because she
was a beautiful young woman. At twenty two, men’s eyes followed her
unceasingly. It was quite noticeable. Not that she dressed provocatively at
all, in fact quite the opposite. Rarely did I ever see a hint of cleavage despite
breasts that stood up prominently, yet her dress-sense was impeccable. It
was just that she dressed not to show off her charms but rather to show she
had style. Jen had that in abundance.
Her smile was what hit me every time we met. She had a great smile.
It lit up her face and even though she was my sister, I thought of her as quite
stunning. I was proud of her.
During our schooldays, I was her protector and she my companion
when I needed a date. I wasn’t that thrilled dating girls while studying
either. Even after I went to college, if she ever had a problem she would
always turn to me for advice, not Mom or Dad. She loved them of course, as
did I, but there was a bond between us that kept us close.
The one thing that had escaped us since I completed my studies and
went on to become a fairly successful corporate lawyer, was the fact that we
rarely saw each other except for the irregular visits to Mum and Dad’s.
Those times weren’t good for siblings to talk together so much of our lives
went in separate directions; me to my heavy workload, she to her studies.
So the dinner rambled on as it always did and at last I took my leave.
“Do you have to go so soon, Adam?” Mum wailed.
“I’m leaving tomorrow, Mum. I have to get ready and pack,” I
placated her with a kiss on the cheek. I leaned over and kissed Dad on the
forehead and patted his shoulder. “Look after Mum, Dad.”
“Get yourself married,” he entreated me.
“One day, I promise. Well, I’ll be off.”
I stepped beside Jen and pecked her on the cheek. “Bye, Sis. See you
in a few weeks,” I said as I cuddled her shoulder.
“Uhm, big bro,” she began lightly. She always called me that. “Can
you give me a lift to my place? I grabbed a taxi here.”
“Sure. Are you ready to go now?” It would be nice to have a few
minutes with her alone.
“I just had to get out of there,” she sighed as I took off. “These little
gatherings are becoming a bit of a bore.”
“Any other reason you wanted to leave early?” I asked. I was sure
there was.
“You know I’ve just completed my studies and I’m waiting for an
answer to my application for a research position.”
“Yes.”
“I… I was just wondering… If you don’t want to, it’s OK, big bro.”
“If I don’t want to what?”
“I… I was wondering if you could put up with company on your trip.
I mean I haven’t anything to do just now and I’d love to spend some time
with you. What do you think?”
Oh, shit, that caused a few bells to ring, well, in my ears at least. I
found a pull-over and stopped the car.
“What’s the matter,” she asked with a frown. “Why have you
stopped?”
“Do you mean you want to come with me? For the whole three
weeks?” I still hadn’t come to terms with her little scheme.
“You don’t want me to?” She asked, her eyes searching my face for
answers. “Oh, God, you’re taking a girl with you, aren’t you? I never
thought…”
“No, no, that’s not it, Sis. I was going alone.”
“Oh,” she sighed laconically. “But you’re hoping to find someone
while you’re on your trip. I’d be in the way then. I understand big bro,” she
smiled in a rather disappointed way, I thought.
“That’s not it either,” I told her but before I could get anything else
out by way of explanation she made another assumption.
“Look, Adam, I know men, well men without partners, need private
times to do private things. It’s natural,” she added forthrightly. “I need to do
it sometimes too, you know. It wouldn’t bother me, I promise.”
I was too thunderstruck to say anything. I must have looked that way
to her too because she clamped her hand over her mouth and mumbled,
“Oh, my God, please tell me I didn’t say that,” she gasped. Even in the dim
light I could see her face was bright red with embarrassment.
“One day I’ll ask you what you meant by those remarks, young lady,”
I said then burst into laughter. That made matters worse and she buried her
face and hands into her thighs.
“What I was going to explain, my dear sister, was that 20 nights of
rooms would be quite expensive and I know you aren’t overburdened with a
lot of ready cash. That is right, isn’t it?”
She raised her crimson face and nodded. “I… I thought we could
share,” she murmured, her hand still covering the lower part of her face. “It
would make your share a little less and mine would be halved.”
“You wouldn’t mind sharing rooms for three weeks? It might be
embarrassing at times,” I warned.
“Why would it be embarrassing?”
“Well, what if I barged into the bathroom when you were dressing…
or worse, in the shower or something. And your underwear…” I really
didn’t know what I was trying to say. It didn’t seem to be a problem to me. I
could dress in the bathroom and not be worried about her catching me in a
state of undress sometimes but it could be quite different to her. I mean her
own brother seeing her in her undies, or worse.
“Look big bro, if that’s all you’re worried about, don’t. If it did
happen, we’d both get over the shock, I’m sure. Besides remember, we used
to share a bath together once upon a time.”
“Yeah, when you were a scrawny, flat-chested kid,” I reminded her.
“Just keep on thinking of me that way and you won’t get upset then”
she giggled.
“It might also be a bit difficult and embarrassing when we tried to
book a room as Mr. & Miss Gardiner.”
“We’d better get married then. What do you think?”
That shocked me no end.
“What? You know we can’t…”
“In theory only, brother of mine. I’ll wear a plain ring and we can
pretend to be on our honeymoon. No-one will know the difference.”
Full of surprises, my little sister, I thought to myself.
“O.K. Mrs. Gardiner, just understand that if I do get an eyeful of
your uncovered charms it will be an accident and nothing more.”
“Agreed and if the reverse happens I promise not to laugh,” she
responded immediately then giggled again.
Chapter Two
It was rather nice having Jen beside me as we ambled along country
lanes the first morning of our trip. She wore casual clothes and even showed
a rare snippet of cleavage leaving the top button of her blouse undone. I
don’t know what it was but I couldn’t stop myself glancing at the valley
from time to time.
Jen was so relaxed as we alternated from discussion to silence as we
took in the scenery along the way. We stopped at a seaside pub for lunch
and walked along the beach for an hour or two. Soon her arm came around
my waist and I took hold of her shoulder as we strolled. Brother and sister
together on holidays to me; honeymooners, probably to anyone else who
took notice of us. Of course with Jen at my side, many did take notice.
“I’m so glad you came, Jen. I wish I’d thought of asking but it never
entered my mind.”
“It was only during dinner last night that I thought of it myself.
Didn’t even know you were going away until then. It’s been so long since
we had so much time to share together, Adam,” she smiled, looking up into
my face. I don’t know what made me lean over and kiss her lightly on the
lips. Her smile never wavered and she even pressed her body closer into
mine.
We had no plans for where to stay each night. It was a matter of
looking for somewhere that inspired us to seek a room. The first time was a
little nerve wracking, especially as Jen decided to accompany me to the
check-in. She took my hand as we entered and whispered, “Remember
we’re married, darling. No need to look so nervous.”
And it was as easy as that.
We were soon in our room and the landlord pulled the door shut as
he left.
“If this is our honeymoon, Mrs. Gardiner, get your gear off and let’s
snog,” I suggested with a leer.
“In your dreams, buster.” Then she looked at me seriously. “Do you
dream about me, Adam?”
The world stood still and so did I. My brain throbbed and my throat
gagged. Like any red-blooded male, of course I’d fantasized about her over
the years. What brother hasn’t? I often asked myself when the guilts rose
up.
“Oh, thank goodness they’re single beds,” I mumbled, trying to
change the subject.
“Yes, thank goodness,” she repeated sitting on the edge of one but
still looking directly at me. “Adam, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what it is?” I asked, expecting the worst.
“Well, I was thinking… We’re going to be together for three weeks,
living, eating and sleeping together, well, in the same room at least. It’s
going to be a wonderful time for bonding again, don’t you think?”
“Yes, of course it will be,” I agreed.
“If we’re going to make something really work for us both; I mean if
we’re going to come away knowing these weeks were a wonderful time of
understanding, getting to know each other more than we’ve ever done, do
you think we should promise ourselves and each other that there’ll be no
pretences between us. Could you make a promise to be honest in every way
with me, and I with you; nothing artificial, nothing to mask true meanings
or true feelings? I’d really like us to get to know each other as we’ve never
done before; to be truthful even if it might be embarrassing sometimes. I
promise you right now I will do that. Could you say the same to me?”
I had to sit down myself. This was becoming pretty heavy and I
could see the female psyche working to it’s fullest in Jen’s wishes.
“Everyone has secrets they wouldn’t share with anyone, Jen. I have
and I’m sure you have too. Thoughts or deeds once done you wish they
hadn’t been. Do you really want to open up to that degree?”
“It would help us to understand each other more than ever, Adam,”
she explained reassuringly.
“You would hate me for some of my thoughts.”
“You would be surprised at some of mine.”
“Oh, God,” I sighed.
“You don’t have to,” she said giving me the way out. But I knew if I
took that opportunity, not only would our holiday become devoid of
substance, it would probably mean a loss of depth in our feelings for each
other and maybe even a drifting away.
“Come here, baby sister,” I said taking her hand as she stood up. I
took her in my arms and held her against me, not as a lover but as a brother.
Then I whispered in her ear, “O.K., you win. I promise to give you nothing
but openness and honesty. Is that what you want?”
She pulled her face back from mine, not breaking our hug, “Yes and
I promise you the same.” She kissed me on the cheek as we broke apart.
“It’s a little bit scary though. If you knew the thoughts that run
through guy’s minds, mine included, you might begin to despise me,” I
warned her.”
“Unless you’ve actually murdered little girls after actually raping
them, I don’t think so, big bro,” she sniggered.
Hmm, it was beginning to develop into an interesting holiday.
“You don’t, do you,” she added quickly.
“Well, I don’t think any of them actually died,” I said comfortingly.
“I’m off to take a shower,” she smiled. “I’ll lock the door, O.K.?”
“Fair enough, Sis.”
Chapter Three
We ate at a quaint little smuggler inn, sharing a bottle of very nice
red and walked along the seafront for half an hour or so. Jen took my hand
and eventually leaned her head against my shoulder as we neared our unit.
“It was a wonderful day, big bro. Thank you,” she sighed as we
neared the door.
“I enjoyed your company too, Jen,” I responded, “Even if it’s
probably going to get me into big trouble in the days to come.”
“Why?” She asked genuinely surprised.
“That female stuff; honesty and truth. You know.”
“Oh, that. Don’t worry, brother of mine. Whatever’s said will be
strictly between the two of us. Cross my heart and hope to die,” she said as
she made a cross right across her left breast. Damn it all, I felt my dick
harden.
“Make me a coffee while I change, big bro,” she asked as she
grabbed some night clothes from her case and headed for the bathroom. It
took her twenty minutes to change and the coffee was getting cold.
“Women,” I said loud enough for her to hear as the door opened. I
was purposefully concentrating on getting the jug to re-boil.
“What now?” she asked in an exasperated voice.
“You took twenty minutes just to change,” I said sarcastically as I
looked up. “Oh, God,” I gasped as I saw her for the first time.
She wore a nightdress that clung to her body as though it was sown
on, it was thin and I thought I could see far more that I should.
I have no idea what expression I was making but it certainly
registered on her mind. “I’m a big girl now, Adam. I thought I’d get it over
and done with straight away. You can stop ogling now,” she suggested
wryly.
I knew I was blushing. “Sorry,” I said stupidly.
“Don’t be,” she smiled. “I don’t mind. You’re my brother after all,
not my lover. Maybe I’ll ogle you when you come out.”
“I won’t be wearing something see-through like that,” I shot back. It
was all in fun but my dick was quickly turning into a cock as I spoke and I
couldn’t do a thing about it.
“Sorry, I didn’t bring a robe,” she said, sitting down and crossing her
legs.
I handed her the mug of coffee and our eyes met for just a fraction
longer than they should have.
“Jen, I…”
“I don’t mind, Adam. It doesn’t embarrass me. I do know about
erections,” she giggled.
“Shit,” I cursed as I made for the bathroom to adjust myself.
“Safe at last,” she giggled. “Did I really do that to you?”
“I don’t see anyone else around,” I suggested cautiously.
“Oh, my, this is going to be an interesting little adventure,” she
mused as she sipped.
“O.K. sis, you’ve had your fun. I’m going to change too.”
I was back in under three minutes. “There. Men verses women; we
win hands down.”
“O.K, that’s one to you.”
I took the coffee to my bedside table and crawled under the covers,
deciding to read for a while. Jen got into her bed.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I said apprehensively.
“When did you last make love to a woman?”
I leaned up on one elbow and looked at my supposedly innocent
sister.
“Don’t pull any punches, do you?”
“Only way to get to know my big brother,” she said with a gentle
smile.
“You know it leaves the door open to enter into your private world
too.”
“The only way to get to know your little sister,” she recited with a
hint of mirth.
“Hmm, think its funny, don’t you?” She didn’t answer, just kept her
eyes fastened on mine. We played the staring game, each of us desperately
trying not to blink.
“Well?” She prompted me finally, blinking purposefully.
“Well what?”
“What’s your answer?”
I remained silent for a few moments, my gaze centred somewhere
other than Jen’s face. “I will answer it, Jen but not tonight,” I finally said,
knowing I was blushing furiously. It wasn’t something I could admit to my
younger sister just now.
“I have wondered about you, Adam,” she responded a few seconds
later.
“Why? What’s to wonder?”
“Promise you won’t get mad.”
“Oh, God,” I sighed, “Are these questions never going away? No, I
won’t get mad, I promise?”
“Are you gay, Adam?” Her face was as serious as I’ve ever seen it,
not even the slightest hint that she was having me on.
“Aw, come on Jen,” I responded, almost whining. “That’s not fair.
What a thing to ask.”
“But… well we said we’d be open and it’s just something that’s been
niggling. I mean there hasn’t been many girls, has there? Mum wondered
too. Just tell me and it’ll be over.”
“Well, are you a lesbian?” I spat back, annoyed even though I’d
promised. “There hasn’t been too many boys either, has there?”
“No, I don’t have lesbian feelings,” she replied without rancour.
“There was a girl from school once, at a sleepover. We got naked for a lark
and practiced kissing and I really liked it with her but nothing happened
afterwards.”
She looked steadily at me, a happy look, then added, “The reason
there’s been so few boys, well, men I guess, is that I haven’t found one I
could trust. I’m afraid their minds hang between their legs and I didn’t
need that kind of distraction while I was studying.” Her gaze never left my
eyes. “Well?” She finally prompted.
“Of course I not bloody gay,” I shot back a little upset. “Did Mum
really ask you that?”
“She… well, she sort of hinted you might be, only because of the
lack of female company, Adam. That’s the only reason I asked too, big bro. I
really couldn’t imagine you doing those kinds of things. Don’t be angry
with me. You can ask me anything you like, Adam, anything at all.”
“Oh, yes,” I smiled back sarcastically. “Alright then, tell me this, and
remember you brought the subject up. You’re a healthy twenty two years
old, there’s no men in your life and you don’t have lesbian affairs. How do
you ease your sexual urges then?”
I thought I was very smart but felt a bit petulant as soon as I asked
the question.
“I masturbate, of course. Just like you. No, that’s probably not quite
right. I have a girl’s best friend, my vibrator and he eases my needs very
nicely, thank you very much.” Her face was full of mischief and she was
enjoying herself no end. She was enjoying the fact she could embarrass me
with no great difficulty at all.
I flung my head back on the pillow and looked towards the ceiling.
“Oh, God, I walked into that one didn’t I?”
“I wouldn’t tell anyone else that, Adam, but I trust you.”
“You know I wouldn’t divulge anything, Jen. It’s our secret.”
“How often do you?”
“What?” And then I realised what she meant. “Oh, shit does this ever
end?”
“In three weeks,” she smiled.
“Two or three times a week, I suppose.”
“Oh, that often? A lot more than me but then I guess men have a
stronger sex drive than we girls. Does it satisfy you, Adam? Masturbating, I
mean.”
“Good night, Jennifer Gardiner,” I said, rolling over on my side away
from her, as I switched my bedside light off.
“Spoiled sport,” she huffed as she turned her light out too.
I was woken by something bouncing on my bed.
“Wake up, sleepy head, time to get moving.”
She was straddling my hip, pushing my shoulder up and down. And
she was still wearing the almost see-through nightgown. Her breasts moved
with the sway and I could easily pick out the thrust of each nipple.
“If you need to take a pee do it now because I want a shower,” she
told me with glee in her eyes.
“Oh, God, what time is it?”
“Just after six.”
“Six. I should still be asleep. We’re on holidays, Jen.”
“But it’ll take me at least an hour in the bathroom so you’d better get
in there and relieve yourself quick smart. Oops, maybe relieve yourself isn’t
quite the right phrase, is it?” She giggled. “Unless you want to do that too,”
she smirked.
I threw the pillow at her and made for the john. I purposefully left the
door open and squirted the stream straight into the water so she could hear.
“Quite a load, wasn’t it?” She smirked when I returned.
“Don’t be personal,” I responded and threw the pillow at her again.
Chapter Four
We spent the day stopping to look at views, coffee, walking through
quaint little fishing villages, lunch in a pub so old you had to duck your
head to get through the door.
Afterwards, we sat outside in the sunshine with a glass of wine and
took in the utter peace that I’m sure both of us felt.
“Are you going to answer my question yet?” She asked out of the
blue.
I knew she could see me blushing. It showed in her eyes; not the
actual crimson of my cheeks but the knowledge that her question had stirred
something in me again.
She leaned over, her chin resting on one of her hands, waiting
patiently.
“It’s a bit embarrassing,” I murmured, not knowing how to tell her
the ugly truth.
“Ooh, goody, I love embarrassing answers,” she responded, her eyes
lighting up with interest. “Go on then, out with it.”
“You’ll think I’m a wimp.”
“I will if you don’t get on with it, mister,” she pressed.
“Well, and this for your ears only, Jen…,”
“Of course it is, brother, you know that.”
“You see, there hasn’t been a woman…” I had no idea what to say
after that.
“Not recently? Then how long ago was the last one?”
“There never was a “last one”, Jen. I have never had sex, well full
sex, with a woman at all.”
“Is that why you’re embarrassed?” She asked this with all the care
one could. I was really taken aback; I expected hoots of laughter.
“Wouldn’t you be?”
“That means…,” she began and I could see her brain ticking over.
“You’re a virgin then. Is that right, Adam?”
I know I should have been feeling sorry for myself right then but
Jen’s actions were beyond anything I could have anticipated. Care and love
and empathy seemed to be rolled up in the eyes of the girl whose face was
just inches from mine.
“That’s about the sum of it. Twenty eight and never known what it’s
like to really make love to a woman. God, I feel stupid right now.”
“But you’re a handsome man and lots of good stuff going for you.
Why?”
“I don’t know. I’ve often wondered but the truth of the matter is, I
haven’t been trying. I haven’t been looking for a partner. Maybe I am a
closet queen and haven’t realised it.” Now I was feeling sorry for myself.
“I don’t believe that, Adam and I don’t think you do either. You’ve
dated women, I know you have. Some of them have been beautiful. How
come…?”
“Oh, yes, there’ve been some wonderful girls over the years but they
never progressed beyond fondling and oral. Oh, God, I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean to say that.”
“I do know about oral, Adam. It’s natural. Probably even was when
Mum and Dad met,” she said with a giggle. “Ha, ha, can you picture
them…?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Was it your choice or theirs that you never took the final step?”
“Oh, mine mostly, I think. I didn’t want to compromise them or
myself for that matter. Getting to third base and then decide they weren’t
the one for me didn’t seen fair somehow, so I never pressed and maybe
that’s why they never lasted. I don’t know.”
“Come on, lets walk for a while,” she said, taking my hand and
resting her face against my shoulder like lovers.
“You’re not the only one, you know,” she said softly enough for me
to hear.
“Maybe not but now we’re talking about it, it seems as though I’ve
let myself down and some of those girls too. You’re right about them being
beautiful. One or two were more than a man could ever wish for.”
“I want to tell you something, Adam,” she said glancing up into my
face. “I said you’re not the only one.” It was said with such meaning that I
stopped and looked down at her.
“What do you mean?” But I think I already knew the answer to that.
“Can’t you guess, you great clot?” She said wistfully.
“You’re not telling me that you… that you haven’t done it either?”
“That’s about the gist of it, brother. Yes, little ol’ me is still waiting.”
“We’re two of a kind, aren’t we?”
She leaned downwards and then looked back up at me. “Well at least
I don’t have dangly bits between my legs,” she giggled. “Thank God. But as
far as lovers are concerned, I guess we’re failures.”
“I’d never have guessed it in a million years,” I told her after we’d
had a minute or so of silence, each of us taking in the revelations. “I mean
you’re a beautiful girl and you were in a sorority. I thought girls had to give
up their virginity as part of their initiation. Surely you have boys from the
other chapters grinding themselves towards you.”
“Of course there were, and I gave quite a few the chance to get to
second base. Getting sucked is a very nice pastime, you know for a girl,”
she laughed. “Of course I had to return the favour and to be honest, many a
time I partook enough not to need the evening meal, if you know what I
mean.”
“Oh, so your reputation was one of suck ‘em dry followed by
swallow?” I smiled at her.
“I was pretty good, or so they led me to believe,” she told me proudly
as though this conversation was not much more that asking about the
weather. “But when they wanted me to go the last mile I always refused. I
think I was so good they accepted because they wanted to come back for
more another day.”
“I can’t believe we’re talking like this, Jen. I mean, I love it. It’s
exciting, but I never realised my little sister was such a wanton. And you
did it for the pleasure, not because you were forced into it to remain in the
Girl’s House?”
“Ours never demanded anything as far as sex was concerned. The
most important thing was that we remained loyal to the House and to each
other.”
“I suppose the girl you pashed on with that time came from there?”
“Yes, Gail. We were good friends.”
“Very good friends, obviously.”
“Hmm,” she smirked, looking up into my eyes.
“Can I ask something for a change?”
“It’s about time, Adam. I’ve been doing all the asking so far.”
“I hope this doesn’t cause you any hurt,” I said as a precursor, “but
I’ve often wondered; look, you were a pretty girl all through your growing
up years and I know it’s prevalent in society these days, but were you ever
molested, sexually, when you were young?”
The moment I’d finished, I felt her whole body tense up and her
hand squeezed mine hard enough to hurt. She’d stopped walking and just
stood still, looking straight ahead, her whole body quivering. For an eternity
she remained silent and I was about to say something when she asked,
“How did you know?” in the lowest whisper.
I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me, encircling
her with both arms now.
“I didn’t, Jen. Honestly, I had no idea anything happened. It was just
something I’d wondered about over the years, that’s all. You don’t have to
say anything, my dear. I’m so sorry if I brought back unpleasant memories.”
Her arms fell to her sides and I could hear her soft sobbing as her
face pressed against my shoulder. I just stood still, letting her decide how
she wanted to proceed. It must have been five minutes or so before the
weeping eased.
“Take me back to our room, Adam,” she told me. There was nothing
in her voice to tell me how she was taking it.
I sat her down on the settee and eased myself beside her, waiting for
her to begin any conversation. She leaned against me, her face pressed
against my chest.
“I thought I was the only one who knew,” she began.
“But there is at least one other,” I reminded her. “The molester, at
least.”
“No, he died, several years ago.”
“If you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll understand,” I said as
encouragingly as possible.
“You know him,” she said and then went quiet again.
“I do?” I was now intrigued.
“Uncle Brian,” she informed me almost in a whisper. I thought I
heard her voice catch as the words came out.
“Uncle Brian? Mum’s brother? Oh, my God, the absolute cad. That
bastard,” I seethed.
“No, it wasn’t really like that. I was old enough to know what I was
doing but I was never able to tell him to stop. I knew it was wrong, well,
wrong in my teacher’s eyes anyway, and Mum and Dad’s no doubt. I mean
we’d had plenty of discussions about sexual molestation in SexEd classes
but the fact was he never hurt me even once. I wasn’t raped, Adam. All he
did was…” and she went silent again, a heavy sigh the only sound.
“You know how I used to wait at Uncle Brian’s place for Mum to
collect me after work. Well something happened, I can’t remember exactly
but I was walking backwards and tripped over. I landed heavily on my
bottom and he rushed to pick me up. I was grabbing at my bottom cheeks to
take away the pain when he took that task over himself. Before I knew it,
his hand was under my skirt and he was massaging my bottom cheeks with
both hands. I didn’t take any notice of the situation as being anything but
innocent for a while but when he kept on doing it well after all the hurt
disappeared, I told him I was alright and tried to break away but he wasn’t
having any of it. He lectured me on the perils of a girl falling down squarely
on her butt and said it could have serious effects on my periods for the rest
of my life.”
“I’m glad he had that heart attack now,” I seethed.
“Anyway, he laid me out on the sofa and pulled my panties down my
legs and continued to massage the cheeks, telling me they looked terribly
bruised. It really began to be pleasurable and after all, he was family.”
“How old were you, Jen?”
“Thirteen, I think. It became very personal as his fingers began to
slip deeper into my bottom crease and he even parted my legs a bit and
reached between them, not enough to touch my… well, my vagina but it
was close. I don’t know how long it went on for but he stopped only a few
minutes before Mum ran the doorbell.”
“And you never mentioned it to her at all?”
“No, I don’t think I even thought of telling her. It didn’t seem that
terrible to me at all and it did feel quite nice.”
“I think you were lucky, Jen. He must have known exactly when
Mum was due.”
“Oh yes, of course he did. She came at almost the same time every
day. The next day when I arrived, he immediately pulled me to him as he sat
on the sofa and began feeling me up as I stood beside him. I did feel a bit
strange then, a little unsure, but he assured me he had to check me to make
sure all was well. As he was stroking my bottom he told me to slip my
panties off and as soon as I’d stepped out of them he pulled my skirt up so
he could see my bottom in all its glory. In fact he had me hold it up at the
back while he did a most intimate inspection, making me bend over at the
waist while he parted my cheeks and poked his fingers all along the crease,
and right against my bottom hole.”
“He was a pedophile,” I cursed.
“Yes he was but he was a good pedophile,” she told me, her big eyes
looking up into mine. She rolled herself over to lay her head on my lap as
she continued. Now her eyes were looking straight up at me.
“It wasn’t long before he asked me if I’d had any bleeding from my
vagina and before I could even shake my head he’d turned me around and
pulled the front of my skirt up so he could see the whole of my pussy. I do
remember that moment quite clearly. It was the first time I’d ever let anyone
see my sex with all the hairs that had grown by then. Before I knew it he
was stroking a finger along the line of my sex and it made me feel so nice I
asked him to keep doing it.”
“You didn’t,” I almost cried out in shock.
“I told you he never hurt me at any time. All he did was give me
pleasure. Later after he died I realised how bad it would have looked to
anyone discovering the secret but to me, his death was tragic. I wept for a
week or more and Mum and Dad couldn’t understand what was wrong with
me.”
“He died when, five or six years ago?”
“Nearly seven years, actually; I was fifteen and we’d been making
each other happy for nearly three years.”
“You were… You made him happy too? You touched him too, Jen?”
I asked incredulously.
“Please don’t get angry with me, Adam. It was something I found
very pleasurable and after a few times, he encouraged me to… well to
fondle his… you know. I liked making him happy too.”
“Oh, my God, I wish I’d known. I would have killed the bastard.” I
still couldn’t believe my little sister had let it become more involved.
“You are angry with me. Please don’t be,” she pleaded softly, her
eyes looking anywhere but up into mine now.
“Oh, I’m not angry with you, my darling,” I assured her as I stroked
her face. “It’s just the thought of that bastard corrupting you when you were
still a child.”
“It wasn’t like that, Adam,” she smiled up at me then. “I wanted it to
happen. I pleaded with him sometimes to let us continue when he got
anxious about being caught out.”
“But he never raped you?”
“No, not even consensual sex. We used just our hands and lips.”
The images raced through my brain like a steam train. I remained
silent hoping… no, wanting her to continue.
“All he did for the first few times was have me remove my panties
and he would stroke my pussy until I came. It was really delicious for a
thirteen year old, Adam. Uncle Brian actually gave me my first orgasm, you
know.”
“Hmm,” I murmured. My hand was cupping her face as I felt an
erection beginning to surface. The way she was laying, if it got any bigger
she’d surely feel it.
“After that, he suggested I take all my clothes off and he kissed my
breasts for the first time. God I’ll never forget that first time. It was
incredible and there was no way I could ever have believed it to be wrong,
no matter how much my teachers kept on about it. I’m not sure how I came
to feel his cock. I remember kneeling up on his lap and rubbing my breasts
across his face while he tried to capture a nipple between his lips. It was a
sort of game we played and once my knee slipped and crunched into his
groin with the obvious reaction.”
“Pity it didn’t neuter him,” I grizzled.
She stopped her story and pushed herself half up as she looked into
my face. “Are you jealous, Adam? You are, aren’t you? Oh, my God, you’ve
got a hard-on. I can feel it,” she gasped in amazement. Her hand that was
holding her up was pressed against my thigh and she could feel it with her
fingertips. “I’ve excited you, haven’t I? Oh, my God, this is incredible. I’ve
turned my own brother on.”
I removed her hand and blushing furiously mumbled something
about being sorry.
“Sorry? Why? I don’t mind. In fact I’m quite chuffed. Fancy that, my
brother thinking about me sexually.”
“No… no, it wasn’t…”
“Shhh,” she hushed me. As she laid her chest against mine and
kissed me quickly on my lips. “Do you want me to tell you the rest? I’d like
to.”
“You’d better not lay back on my lap, then,” I suggested still feeling
embarrassed to hell.
“No, maybe not,” she giggled. “Anyway, my knee connected and he
was in pain. I’m sure it was genuine because the grunt he gave when it first
happened was almost a scream. In my innocence I jumped off and began to
massage his groin over his trousers, not thinking anything sexual at all. Just
a few moments later, he pressed my hand firmly against him, over his cock.
‘I think it needs a massage,’ he whispered and before I knew it, there was
his cock poking out of his fly, as erect as a flagpole. It was the first time I’d
ever seen a cock of any sort.”
“Not even mine?” I piped up and could have bitten my tongue a
fraction later.
“I never even thought of peeking at you, big brother,” she told me
sarcastically. “Which is something you can’t say to me.”
“Wha…? I never…?”
“Oh, yes you did, whenever you got the chance; down my blouse or
up my skirt, in my bedroom door or even the bathroom if I’d been a bit lax
with the door. I saw it all the time.”
“Oh, shit, I never realised. Why didn’t you tell Mum?”
“Because I think I secretly liked being spied on, maybe.”
I know my face was covered in guilt.
“So, do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes.”
“He took my hand and pressed it around his cock and showed me
how to masturbate him. I didn’t know the name then but it didn’t take me
long to understand how much he enjoyed it. The first ejaculation I was
responsible for he covered over with his hand just before it gushed but later
he let me do it all. The force of his spurts absolutely enthralled me and
before many days, we were pleasuring each other with mutual masturbation.
It became a game. Whoever made the other come first was given a good
sucking for as long as it took for the suckee to come. Do you understand
what I mean, Adam?”
“Oh, as clear as a bell,” I told her, feeling distinctly jealous now.
“I guess that’s about all there was to it. We did similar things three
times a week while I waited for Mum to collect me. She had no idea what
was going on and there was certainly no way I was ever going to divulge
our little secret.”
“No matter what you said, Jen. I think he was a pedophile bastard.”
“Did you ever have thoughts about me, Adam? Sexual thoughts?”
“No of course… well, yes, I suppose I did, occasionally.”
“How occasionally?”
I just couldn’t answer that and remained silent.
“Well,” she smirked. Damn it all, how come she doesn’t look guilty
as sin? To look at her you could almost expect the wings to open as she
fluttered her way back to heaven, she looked so innocent.
“Oh, damn it all, of course I thought about you. Every time I jacked
off, if you really want to know.”
“Oh, you’re embarrassed,” she said sympathetically. “Don’t be. I’ve
thought about you sometimes when I’ve been randy. What’s so wrong with
that, brother? We’re adults.”
“You have?”
“I have what?”
“You’ve thought about me when you jerk off? Is that what you
mean?”
She glanced up at me with a questioning look. “Yes,” she admitted in
a soft voice.
“Oh, God, we are a pair, aren’t we?”
“We’ve already answered that, Adam,” she smiled. “Look I know
you’re very horny, I felt your hard-on. If you want to stroke yourself, I won’t
mind,” she said as casually as if she was going to get a drink of water.
“You mean now? In front of you?”
“I won’t watch if it embarrasses you,” she smirked.
“I… I don’t think I could. I’ll go soft before I even start.”
“Have you done it since we came away?”
“N… no, not yet.”
“So you must be rampant as a rabbit by now.”
“It’s the way you talk that’s done this, Sis.”
“So, what are you waiting for? I won’t mind, really. I know what
boys do, you know. Uncle Brian did it in front of me often enough and I
know you all love it.”
“Oh, shit,” I cursed. “I’m going to get into bed and then I might…
might remember, do something under the covers.” I knew I was blushing
like a virgin… which I really was, after all.
“Good, I’ll join you then.”
“N… no, I quite capable on my own thank you very much.”
“I meant in my own bed, Adam,” she hissed through exasperated
lips.
So we both ended up on our backs but try as I might, he’d gone soft
on me and there was nothing that came even close to hardness. On the other
hand the soft humming of her vibrator and her gentle moans told me
everything was fine in the bed beside mine.
Damn it, I’d had it. I had to get my own back some how. “Jen?”
No response. From her moans she must be close.
“Jen,” I called louder. At least her eyes flicked across to me, a look of
frustration that made her adorable.
“What?”
“When’s your next period start?”
“What?” More frustration. She was very close.
“Your next period,” I called louder. “When’s it due?”
“Shit, how do I know? Sometime soon I think.”
“When?” I called louder and she threw her little friend on top of her
blankets.
“Damn you, Adam. I was so close. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“I need to know now,” I told her with a serious face.
“Bugger,” she spat as she threw the bedclothes off and fished around
in her handbag. She brought out her little black book, (doesn’t every girl
have one of those?) and flicked through several pages. “A week tomorrow,
alright.”
“Good,” I said.
“Why?”
“I’ve never seen a menstruating pussy before,” I told her as I rolled
over away from her. “Goodnight.”
A short while later, in the dark, the soft buzzing returned.
Chapter Five
We were nearing the town we planned to spend the night at and
found the place a hive of activity. It was only a smallish town yet there were
traffic jams galore. “What’s going on here?” I asked myself aloud.
“I don’t know but it’s drawn a lot of extras. We mightn’t even get in
here tonight, Adam.” That had been running through my mind too.
We tried three B & B’s, all full up. I drove into a service station to
fill up and asked the guy about the crowds.
“It’s the annual Agricultural Show this weekend. It’s always like
this, at that time.”
“We need to find a place to stay,” I told him.
“Hell, man, you’d be lucky. The whole place for miles around is fully
booked out. You might get a room at the pub but I don’t like your chances.”
As I got back into the car I gave Jen the bad news. “We might be
sleeping in the car tonight, sis. Looks like its all booked out and I don’t
fancy driving around these roads in the dark trying to find something that
may not even exist.”
“Ooh, we can snuggle up together then.”
“Don’t start, sis. You got your jollies last night and snuggling up to
you right now wouldn’t do me any good at all.”
“Aw, poor baby,” she sympathized sarcastically with a giggle.
“I’ll try the pub but I don’t expect…”
“Think positive, hon,” she said clinging to my arm as we made our
way inside.
“Yes, sir, how can I help you?” The landlord was obviously
expecting a booked guest had just arrived.
“We don’t have a booking but we really need a room.”
“We’re on our honeymoon,” Jen added with a smile.
“Congratulations, madam but I’m sorry to have to disappoint you.
We’re fully booked for the whole weekend. It’s the busiest time of the
year.”
“So we’ve heard. Don’t suppose you know of somewhere, anywhere,
we might get in?”
“Pleeease,” Jen wailed.
No, I’m sorr… well, maybe there is,” his look changed as something
jolted his memory.
“Yes,” Jen gushed excitedly.
“You really are on your honeymoon?”
“Yes, of course we are,” Jen jumped in. “We’ve been married just
three days, haven’t we darling?” She told him, looking up into my eyes with
all the love a new wife could give. All I could do was nod to the man.
“And your Mr….?”
“Gardiner,” I said holding my hand towards him. “Adam Gardiner
and this is my wife, Jennie. Jennifer, actually.”
He looked at me for longer than usual as though he was weighing
something up in his mind. “You have ID?”
“Of course.” I opened my wallet and extracted my driver’s license.
He actually studied it for several seconds, looking up into my face a couple
of times. “You’d pay in advance with a credit card?”
“We could. Do you really have something spare?”
“Look, Mr. Gardiner, I don’t do this usually, never have, actually but
seeing you’re on your honeymoon… I guess you look innocent enough,
sorry, honest enough, I meant. Well we, my wife and I, will be staying here
for the whole weekend; no way could we get away with a full house and all.
We live just a few miles out of town and the house is empty. You could stay
there if you’d like. We’d need a bond and two night’s stay but we’d have to
charge extra. It’s quite cosy, you know. Just a cottage but we love it. You’ll
be surprised at the view in the morning, I’ll promise you that.”
“How much…?”
“We’ll take it,” Jen jumped in. “Thank you so much, sir,” she
effused ingratiatingly.
“I’m afraid I’d have to ask… well, would a hundred be alright?”
“A hundred? A night?”
“N… yes, that’s right, sir. I’m sorry but you will have everything
you’d ever need, and you can help yourself to the pantry and freezer.” Then
he smiled. “Married three days, eh? You’ll love the spa.”
Damn, I just got stung but Jen was beside herself when the word
‘spa’ was mentioned.
“Ah, there is just one other thing,” he added. “Oh, shit, no,” I
groaned inwardly.
“Do you think you could feed the dog while you’re there? He’s
harmless, a little West Highland White. It’ll save me coming out each day
and disturbing you.”
“That sounds wonderful, doesn’t it, darling?” I asked Jen. She
nodded vigorously.
“Oh, and of course we’ll look after your Westy. What’s its name?”
“Very original. It’s Jock.” We both laughed.
As he handed the keys over I said, “Thank you so much, sir. It
sounds wonderful. We’ll return the keys in two days.”
“And get your bond back, of course,” the landlord laughed. “Look,
there’s absolutely no-one around, so you can safely skinny dip in the spa.
We do it all the time,” he whispered to me, smiling knowingly.
Jen was ecstatic and I felt pretty happy myself.
“Skinny dipping in the spa,” she giggled as we got in the car. “Now
wouldn’t that be naughty, Adam? What would Mum and Dad say?”
“After what you told me yesterday, you’d be the last one to say
anything. I didn’t know any woman could keep such an intimate secret for
almost ten years.”
“Ah, yes, but if I had told, I’d be sent to Coventry by the whole
country.”
“We might be anyway if anyone learns about what you’re thinking
about.” My cock was twitching.
“Mum’s the word,” she whispered.
“Shit, Jen, not Mum. It’d kill her.”
We were in fine form as we wended our way along several country
roads in the dark. At least his map was easy to follow and we found the
place without any problem.
He was right, it was the perfect little country cottage. The glow of
the car lights showed the little white building, thatched roof, picket fence
and what looked like a very pretty cottage garden with lots of colour.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Jen said softly quite taken in by the scene. I had
to admit it did look cosy indeed.
“Let’s go find the spa, I want to luxuriate.” Jen said excitedly as she
rushed up the pathway.
The key fitted and I turned on the lights. We were met at the door
with a doubtful ‘woof’ by little Jock, his pointy ears and bright eyes looking
at us questioningly.
Jen knelt and put her hand out in friendship. One sniff and he was all
over her. Some guard dog, this one.
The landlord was right about the ‘small’ cottage bit. The entrance
was actually the living area with a kitchen off to the side. There was only
two other doors, one to the rear that I was sure would be the rear entrance.
Maybe that’s where the so-called view would be seen in the morning. I
opened the other door off the living area to find a bedroom and off that a
small en-suite. The double bed took up most of the room.
I secretly cringed while Jen kept rushing around like an excited
juvenile. Then her eyes caught mine.
“That lying bastard, there’s no spa here at all,” she cried, her angry
face ready to kill.
I checked the rear door but that was definitely into the back garden. I
couldn’t see much as it was black as pitch out there.
“Looks like it, Jen,” I agreed, taking hold of her hand in consolation.
The place looked so comfortable and friendly yet for the second time, I
realised we had been conned. Firstly about the cost; I was sure he would
have taken a hundred pounds for the two nights until I had to open my big
mouth. Now he’d lied about the spa and I had to admit I was disappointed
too. Not that I was big into spas but it was a holiday and I was pretty dead
beat. A spa before bed would have been nice.
“One other little problem, Jen,” I said eventually.
“Oh, shit, what?” She was certainly worked up.
“There’s only one bedroom and one bed.”
She looked at me for a moment, her mind ticking over. “Oh.”
“It’s alright, I’ll take the couch,” I suggested gallantly.
She looked at me again. “N… no, that wouldn’t be fair. Why can’t
we share the bed? I mean it is a double and we are brother and sister after
all. We’ll share,” she said as if the decision had been made.
“Jen…”
“I won’t have you sleeping out here, Adam. It’d be so
uncomfortable.” With that she turned and took her bag into the bedroom.
I must admit, sleeping on a couch that I wouldn’t even fit on wasn’t
my idea of comfort, not the way I was feeling tonight.
“Alright, I guess that’ll be O.K.” I saw the fireplace already set, and
found the matches on the mantelpiece. The room glowed and warmed up
very quickly. It seemed magical somehow and Jen backed the thought up as
she returned.
“Oh, this is brilliant,” she said, more cheerful now.
Jen checked out what food was in the house and before long had a
pan of pasta on the go and I placed an apple pie from the freezer in the
oven.
We ate dinner sitting on the rug before the fireplace, leaning back
against the old but comfortable sofa. Maybe I could sleep here I thought but
never made the suggestion.
“He lied about the spa but the rest of this place is heaven,” Jen
sighed as she clinked her glass against mine then took another sip. They
kept quite an impressive cellar in one of the cupboards and I made a
decision not to raid it too much. Then again for a hundred a night, maybe
we had a legitimate excuse to do so. Any guilt I had soon faded.
“So, we’re husband and wife tonight, Adam,” she giggled as she
leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. “We did tell him we were married and
it was him who gave us a double bed. It’s not our fault, big brother.”
“No but it is the first time we’ve slept in the same bed since we were,
what? Seven or eight?”
“I guess so. Does it make you feel naughty?”
“Naughty? No, why should it?”
“Oh, just wondering,” she said with a strange smile on her face.
We both sat staring into the fire, thinking all’s right with the world;
our world anyway.
“How would you describe the wife you’d like to marry, Adam?” As
she asked, her gaze remained on the glowing fire rather than look to where
her question was directed.
I must say I was feeling quite relaxed by now too and the fire caught
my attention as I thought about it. “Oh, I don’t know, I haven’t really
thought about it. I guess she’d have to be fairly tall, maybe five nine or so.
Anything shorter and I’d be leaning right down to kiss her, I guess,” added
with a skittish grunt.
“She’d be intelligent, well educated, maybe a professional and she’d
have a sense of humour. I think she’d need to be demure; confident, not
shy, but demure, not overpowering and I’d like her to be a good
communicator, good people skills, you know for dinner parties and the
like.”
“And in the kitchen?”
“Well I do like good food so I suppose she’d need to be able to
cook.”
“And wash up and tidy the place and do the washing and ironing,”
Jen rolled the chores off her tongue with a smirk.
“Don’t be vulgar, sis. We’d share those things.”
“Oh, yes?” She queried.
“Yes, we would.”
“And in the bedroom?” This time I had her total attention.
“She’d definitely have to sleep in the bedroom,” I agreed.
“Idiot. You know what I mean.”
“Another questions night is it? All one way as usual.”
“I’m interested, Adam, so tell me.”
“And you want all the details, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“It’s getting very personal. You’ll get embarrassed.”
“Try me, brother of mine. I’ve read books and I know what men
want, at least some of what they do.”
“Oh, do you now? I warn you, you might think I’m a pervert if you
knew too much of what goes on in my mind, Jen.”
“We’ve all got secret thoughts, Adam, even me.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I said, smiling at her.
“So as we were talking…?”
“In the bedroom?”
“Yes, damnit,” she hissed, pushing my shoulder.
“Well, surprising as it might seem, I do want sex with her. There,
now I’ve said it,” I told her with exaggerated embarrassment.
“If you didn’t, I’d know for sure you were a closet queen,” my
innocent sister stated fiercely.
“She would enjoy sex in many forms. She would never say no, no
matter what I wanted to do. She would be obedient and loyal.”
“What does that mean?”
“Loyal? It means that whatever we did, or I required her to do, she
would never divulge it to anyone, not her mother, not her best friend, no-
one.”
“So, you want complete control over her?”
“Yes.”
“She becomes your sex slave?”
“No, not at all. She has her career or her own private friends if she
chooses to stay at home to care for the household and me. But I would
demand her absolute co-operation to carry out all the sexual acts I desire.
They might be between us, or singly by herself while I watch…”
“Masturbation while you watch.”
“If you want to call it that. Sometimes it might be other things; things
that strike me in an instant as we are caressing each other. Anything.”
“You’re a voyeur, aren’t you?”
“At times, yes.”
“She has to learn the things that arouse me, that I enjoy the most and
attend to those when she sees the chance. Of course, she’d have superb
dress sense; she’d know how to arouse me by the clothes she wears; she’d
be able to pick the times to make her play for my attentions and when not to.
And, she would never wear tights or pantyhose. She would hold her
stockings up with suspenders and she’d surprise me from time to time by
removing all of her pubic hair. That must come off using depilatory crème,
never shaving. I hate the feel of whiskers on my cheeks.”
“Huh, and you’ve felt that often, of course?” It was a very sarcastic
remark.
“As a matter of fact, Miss Smarty Pants… no, I haven’t but I can
imagine the difference between day-old stubble and a smooth hairless
vulva.”
“Thought so,” she giggled. “Is there any sexual acts you wouldn’t do
yourself or wouldn’t force on her?”
God, this was getting very deep I thought. But at the same time it
was very arousing, even if it was a discussion with my sister.
I thought for a moment. “I guess there’d be some things. I’ve never
really thought about it.”
“Tell me what they are?”
“I’ve never thought…”
“So think now then tell me.” Demanding cow, I thought or was that
the wine speaking?”
“Whatever they are, they’re all pretty gross, I suppose.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, homosexuality, I suppose. I could never do that so she would
never have to face the prospect of losing out to another man. Nor could I
touch a youngster.”
“How old a youngster?”
“What do you mean?”
“How old does a young one have to be not to be called a youngster
any longer?”
“Er, sixteen, I suppose.”
“So you wouldn’t touch a pubescent fourteen year old with breasts as
big as mine. You should see some of those schoolgirls – they mature quite
young these days?”
“Yeah and then I’d be in jail rather than bedding a wife.”
Jen was looking at me as though she could see all the workings of my
brain. It was a strange look and a strange feeling. “O.K., Mr. Honesty, what
else wouldn’t you do to your dream-wife?”
“Well I might want to try a little bdsm occasionally but never to
permanently hurt her, no broken skin, certainly no broken bones or anything
you could call torture.”
“Oh, that’s very gallant of you, I’m sure,” she said sarcastically. “But
of course you’d want to beat her up, get your kicks that way?”
“No, nothing like that; not with my fists but I might, well actually
would want to spank her. Have to keep the old girl on her toes you know,” I
said in my best aristocratic Englishman’s voice.
“Of course you would,” she responded in a similar vein. “And if she
was very bad you’d cane her bottom too. Leave a few good stripes to teach
her a lesson?”
“Of course,” I agreed pompously. I was beginning to be made out the
bad guy here.
“What else wouldn’t you do?”
“What else is there, for goodness sake?”
“Well, maybe something very dirty, perhaps. I told you I read dirty
books, didn’t I, Adam,” she sniggered.
“Dirty? I’m not sure…”
“I think the books call it squishy or something like that. It has a bad
smell, so I’ve read.”
“Oh, shit, that’s…”
“Yes, that’s what it’s called,” my smartass sister cut in with another
snigger.
“Well just for the record, sister dear, I can assure you there won’t be
any of that.”
“So, anything else goes? She’ll be expected to participate in any
thing else?”
“I guess so,” I agreed uncomfortably. Jen was taking this to the last
detail and I wasn’t sure why. Actually I didn’t know how she knew so
much about the dark side of men and their sexual predilections. How did
she know about this squishy thing? I wasn’t even sure if that was its right
name, anyway. What books explained filthy stuff which seemed more likely
to be in the pornographer’s mind rather than actuality.
“Facials, anal sex, golden showers and lesbianism: you’d practice all
of those, I suppose along with firm discipline, of course?”
I knew I squirmed and she saw my discomfort. “Oh, come on, Adam,
it’s just a bit of fun. What we talk about is no-one else’s business and my
lips are sealed, I promise.”
“Yes maybe so but you make me feel rather awkward, sis. I mean, I’d
never thought of talking to anyone let alone you, about intimacies like this.”
“Poor boy, never mind. I’ll ask you no more.”
“Yeah, until next time.”
“But…”
“Oh, yes?”
“But, dear boy, I am going to tell you some of my thoughts.”
“You mean what you think about what I’ve told you? I suppose
you’re sickened by what I said.”
“No, quite the opposite,” she smiled as she patted my thigh. “I think
it’s all very naughty… but nice. Nice and exciting, Adam. I’m really happy
we can talk like this, aren’t you?”
“Is that another question for me to answer?”
“Oh, you’re such a baby, Adam. Look I’m a girl of the world. I might
still be a virgin but I do know about things, you know.”
“I can believe that.”
“What I was saying is that I want to tell you my thoughts about my
ideal husband and what I would and would not do with him. Do you want to
hear?”
Shit, did I ever?
“Ha, I can see you do,” she giggled, looking purposely at my crotch.
“Oh, damn,” I groaned as I tried to resettle my erection.
“A girl feels sort of proud when she can do that to a man,” she
smiled as though it was no big deal at all. It was to me though, a very
embarrassing big deal.
Chapter Six
“Well now, let me see,” she began, as she leaned back against the
sofa, an elbow resting on the seat, holding the glass of wine in her hand.
She was gazing at the fire while she thought of the things she wanted to say.
“He has to be a few years older than me. I never quite understand
why the men are usually older than their female partner. I always thought it
was because women matured earlier but once we’ve got to my age, most
men are on the way to catching up with us.”
She was waffling on but I took some comfort in the fact that she
thought men of my age were in fact mature. Many women never think we’re
mature at any age. I smiled inwardly and waited for the good stuff to come.
“Also, a little taller than me but not much; he has to be fit, use the
gym or be a sportsman but I don’t like bulging muscles on a man. They sort
of make them look a bit ape-like, I think.” She giggled at that and thought
on for a few seconds.
“He must be caring towards me and be my protector and I wouldn’t
mind if he wanted to be the head of the house as long as he talked things
over with me. He has to be good at sex though. Oh, yes that’s a must.”
“How do you find that out before you’re married then?” I cut in,
wondering how she’d reply.
“Oh, that’s easy. I’d know the answer to that the first time he takes
me to dinner. No need to give up my virginity for nothing, Adam. You see,
if he eats his meal slowly, relishing every mouthful, showing joy as he
partakes, he’ll do the same when he has me pinned beneath him. A man
who does that and not gobbles his food down will do the same when he
takes his sexual pleasures. I read that somewhere.”
“He has to love you too, of course and be faithful, I suppose.”
“I’d know when he loves me, truly loves me, I’m sure of that. But he
is a man so I might not know if he stays faithful until too late. But I do have
a reason to suspect he would never stray.”
“You do? How?”
“I’m a very sexy woman.”
“You probably are,” I agreed, thinking how she looked in her almost
revealing nightgown of the past few nights.
“I am indeed and very passionate. I would make my man so happy
with what I give him, there’s no way he’d look elsewhere. I do know
something about men, Adam. They want to be loved but they also want a
whore sometimes. I can be a whore when he wants me to. I can be a little
girl when he needs that. I can be demure and shy when he needs me to be. I
can let him do all the dirty things he wants to do to me and I would love
every minute of the doing.”
She stopped talking for a while and seemed to ponder things as she
looked into the glowing fireplace.
“It’s funny but the things you wouldn’t do to a woman are close
enough to everything I would refuse to do. If the man I choose wants that
kind of sex, I’d soon know it and he wouldn’t be around any longer.”
She thought for another few moments. “I really don’t imagine liking
some of the things. I mean anal sex; it seems the woman would be
substituting herself for a man. Do you think anal sex between a man and a
woman is really a man really wanting a homosexual relationship?”
“I don’t think that would be going through my mind if I was
fortunate enough to experience it with a woman. No, a homosexual wants a
man not a substitute. At least that’s what I think they would.”
“It’s a bit scary thinking about it though. I have seen men’s cocks…
at college, Adam, not yours; don’t get upset. They’re so big. It would hurt
like buggery, wouldn’t it?”
“That’s because that’s what it’s called,” I told her with a wry smile.
Her eyes caught mine and she returned the smile knowingly.
“But it would still hurt. Might even tear me,” she mused.
“I think there are ways to ease the hurt, Jen although I can’t speak
from experience, you understand.”
“Nor can I and I’m happy about that. It means I have two
maidenheads to offer, doesn’t it?”
“What about the third?”
“What third?”
I looked at her for a few moments, the smirk making her think aloud.
“There’s only two… Oh, God, no, I gave that one away in high
school. Yes, fellatio is one of those things that a girl can do to appease a
randy boy and not get herself pregnant. I like fellatio actually,” she said
matter-of-factly, smiling up at me.
“So do I,” I replied then felt myself blushing furiously. “Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t be. I know you do.”
“You know I do? How?”
“You’re a man, Adam. Is there a man alive who would ever refuse a
soft warm female mouth when it was offered?”
“Maybe the Pope,” I suggested.
“We’ll never know, will we?” She giggled at the thought. The wine
was getting to her by now.
“Do you ever wonder how it would feel when you enter a woman for
the first time, Adam?”
“Oh, about every five minutes of my life.”
“Hmm, I’m a bit like that to. Once I settle down from that first bit of
a sting when he breaches the fort… you know, once he’s all the way in.
Well, so many writers have gone to print but I can’t imagine what it will
really be like. I often think it will be like the way I feel after a really good
meal. You know, full up and no space for even another mouthful. But then
it won’t be my tummy, will it?”
“Not unless he’s a really big man in that department,” I suggested
which sent her into a giggling fit. She just couldn’t control herself for
several minutes.
“You are an idiot, Adam. Oops, I feel a wee bit tipsy,” she giggled
again. “I think I’d better go and take a shower,” she said handing me the
glass so she could use both hands to stand up and steady herself.
“Do you need a hand?” I asked helpfully.
“Oh, you naughty boy,” she sniggered. “I can shower myself, thank
you very much.” And then she was gone.
I put another couple of logs on the fire and refilled my glass, then
pondered our most recent discussion. We were certainly becoming open to
intimacies we’d never discussed like this before. Maybe it was the wine but
it held my cock’s attention, that’s for sure. I looked forward to a shower too
but Jen seemed to be in there forever. God, surely she hasn’t collapsed or
something, I wondered. I crept to the door and listened but my fears
vanished when I heard the hair dryer buzzing.
So I returned to my place in front of the fire and relished the silence,
not that I was unhappy having Jen around with all her babbling. In fact this
had turned out to be a special time for both of us, I was sure of that. But just
now with the glow of the fire, the warmth it gave off and the mesmerizing
affect the rippling flames created; it was just a little piece of heaven.
“Alright, your turn,” she told me as she sat back down. She wore her
bathrobe this time, the one she’d bought only this morning.
The shower called me.
Chapter Seven
I put on my pyjamas and returned to the fireplace. Then I saw her.
The robe had gone and she wore what I suppose you’d call a baby-doll
nightie. It was certainly short for it covered nothing much below her waist
but what stopped me in my tracks was the fact that it was completely sheer.
From her breasts to where it stopped around her crotch, I could see
everything. It was a pale blue and so transparent one could have bet it was
made of clear cellophane.
I just stood and stared, long enough for her to look up and ask,
“Aren’t you coming back here?” She patted the rug where I’d been before.
“I… you… you’re practically naked,” I squawked not really knowing
I’d said anything. “I can see your…”
She looked down herself and then back to me. “It was so warm when
I got back, that’s all.”
And that’s her reason? I asked myself silently.
“But I can see everything, Jen.”
“Oh, did I forget the panties?” She gasped, pulling the nightdress
against her stomach as she looked down. “Oh, no, I’m covered,” she sighed
in all seriousness. “Come on, big brother, I’m your sister, forget it. The
fire’s wonderful. Come and keep me company.”
I eased myself down trying not to look but found it impossible. There
beside me, within easy reach, her perky breasts jiggled with every
movement. I looked at the fire. I looked at little Jock asleep just to my right.
I looked at the floor. I looked upwards but every time my eyes returned to
just one spot.
And she knew it.
“You can look if you want to, Adam. I don’t mind.”
“You’re practically naked,” I gushed again not knowing what to say
that made any sense.
Her eyes rested on my face and she was smiling her understanding
smile.
My eyes rested on her tits and I wasn’t smiling at all but Vesuvius
must have been because he was stretching the friendship he had with the fly
of my pj’s.
They were beautiful tits, no doubt about it. So firm, not a sign of
droop, well she is only twenty-two, of course there’s not, I growled silently.
Each breast a perfect cone, separated from its twin by a smooth, well
defined valley. No need to worry about cleavage tonight, Jen, I thought; I
can see the lot.
Then there were the nipples. I think the books would call them puffy
for that described them completely. The aureoles were quite large, maybe 5
cm across but they stood up from the breast as though they were actually
puffed up above the surface of the mounds. If she were a plaster model, they
could have been added after the body was formed and stuck on with glue.
The teats stood out like little flagpoles.
There was an urge to reach out and cup the nipple between my
thumb and two fingers to test the firmness. Oh, yes they were firm alright,
no doubt about it, mushroom pink and rubberized; sucking size; every
man’s dream.
I knew she was looking for my reaction and could see her teasing
smile from the corner of my eye.
“Never seen tits before, big brother?” she sniggered.
“Oh, God,” I groaned as I straightened up and pushed my head back
onto the sofa seat.
“Don’t worry, my dear,” she patted my thigh, desperately close to the
erection that was clearly evident to me and to her too. “I said you could
look,” she said playfully as she took another sip of her wine.
“Why do you do this to me, Jen? It’s downright cruel. All those years
of wanting to peek but never successful and now you’ve put yourself on
complete display.”
“Got your wish then, haven’t you? But the important bits are still
covered so I’m not being sluttish, am I?”
How could I answer that? Sluttish? Definitely not. A girl with her
looks could never be called sluttish. She was all class, was my Jen.
“I think I’d better get into bed,” she said after we’d been sitting there
for several minutes without speaking. “Are you coming?”
“Don’t… don’t say things like that, Jennie. You just don’t know
what you’re doing to me, really you don’t.”
“Oh, poor boy. Come on, let’s hit the sack.”
“Are you sure about this Jen? I mean, I don’t mind sleeping on the
sofa.”
“And be irritable all day tomorrow? No way. I trust you, dearest
brother,” she said, patting my cheek then pecking it with her lips.
How little she knew me, I thought. So I followed the near naked
woman to bed. She might be wearing panties but they didn’t cover much
and for those few seconds I took pleasure in watching the bump and grind
of her delightful bottom.
I let her choose the side then slipped under the covers, as far away
from her as I could. It didn’t help.
She leaned over to me, put a hand against my face and kissed me
with open lips. “Would you spoon me, Adam? I’ve never been spooned
before.”
How I kept my cock still, I’ll never know. Damn, it, I’d never
spooned a girl either but I couldn’t tell her that. With her back to me I slid
across and swept my knees around her bottom. Of course that brought a
very aroused Vesuvius pressed against the crease of her bottom.
“Please don’t move, Jen,” I pleaded as I settled myself against her
back. “There could be a disaster.”
She giggled, damn her.
Then there was what to do with the arm that at the moment lay
uncomfortably along my thigh. I tried a couple of positions; bent backwards
over my back, resting in the valley between our two bodies, slightly over her
hip but none of these felt right to stay there for the rest of the night.
“Give it here,” she whispered, taking my wrist and folding it over her
body which meant my hand was almost cupping a breast. It wasn’t long
before she cupped my hand and pressed it to her. Nothing was said but my
hand was full of bosom, the hard nipple pressed into my palm.
“Sleep tight, brother,” she whispered.
I lay still, perfectly still, willing Vesuvius to go to sleep first.
Chapter Eight
The next thing I knew, was little Jock jumping up on the bed and
giving a couple of little woofs. The birds were chirping outside and the sun
shone brightly through the curtains.
Neither Jen nor I had moved the whole night. I still had an erection
but I knew it was a morning boner, nor an aroused one. Thank God I didn’t
disgrace myself.
I could hear Jen’s steady breathing as she slept on so I crept out of
bed and dressed, aiming to give her tea and toast in bed.
But the sun and the soft fall of the sea somewhere outside moved me
towards the back door.
And there was the view. He’d told us it was a good one but…
“Jen,” I shook her shoulder. “Come and take a look. Quick.”
I’d never seen Jen first thing in the morning; her ruffled hair, her
sleepy eyes, her non-working brain as she looked up at me through squinted
eyes, was a real eye-opener.
“Wha…? What is it?”
“Come and look at this, Jen. It’s magnificent.” I actually pulled her
arm until she was close to crashing onto the floor. She righted herself and
followed me outside.
Oh,” she sighed as she stood beside me, holding my hand.
We looked out onto a field of green, sheep grazing to one side and
the sea with waves crashing gently over what looked like a sandy beach,
just a hundred meters away. The blue sky bounced its colour onto the sea
with small waves and just a ripple on the water to make it picture perfect.
“Oh, Adam, it’s beautiful,” she said softly as she rested herself
against my side. I looked down and realised she was still dressed, if that’s
the word, in her see-through baby dolls. The sun shone and highlighted
those perfect breasts like never before.
“Eeeeeeeehhhhh,” she screamed in a high pitched squeal, jumping
up and down.
“What?” I gasped, expecting to see a bull mastiff, teeth drooling with
expectation, zeroing in on us or maybe just a fire-breathing bull.
“There! It’s there. There is one,” she cried aloud with excitement.
My eyes followed her fingers and there, just along the wall from the
back door was the largest, most impressive hot tub I’d ever seen.
Baby doll transparency flowing behind her, she raced across the
dozen or so steps and looked in. I was just behind her.
“Oh, damn, it’s cold,” she complained unhappily.
“Just needs starting up and I’ll bet we’ll be in there straight after
breakfast.” The switch was just inside the back door and the bubbles were
soon gurgling.
We ate and she giggled several times as she caught me peeking at
those breasts. She took no steps to cover herself at all and I’m damn sure
she knew she was teasing the hell out of me.
“Come on, Adam, grab the champers and let’s take a dip,” she urged
me with all the excitement of a child, dragging my hand behind her.
“Wait, we’ve got to change,” I reminded her as I made for the
bedroom.
“Oh, no you don’t. Remember what he said. It’s a great place for
skinny dipping. Let’s go.”
The baby doll top was flung on the grass and she hopped from foot to
foot as she slid her panties off. In a split second she was in and moaning
with pleasure as the hot water soaked her air-chilled body.
“Come on, Adam. Get it off and jump in.”
“No… I think… I’ll wear my bathers… I’ll get…”
“Now, Adam,” she actually demanded. “Do it now. Drop the
jammies get in. It’s incredible.”
“Well, alright but don’t look,” I told her and immediately felt foolish.
It was the look she gave me.
“Big brother, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she giggled.
So I stripped, cupped my genitals and crept in, feeling something like
a dirty old man about to molest a teenager.
“Ha, ha, you are a scream, Adam Gardiner. You saw mine but I
didn’t…”
“I saw someone’s tits and that’s all. I’ve got just one secret left and
so do you now, so we’re square.”
“Spoiled sport,” she grinned as she looked across the tub at me.
“Maybe it was right that we didn’t see this last night. At least you can see
my knockers; look they’re floating. You wouldn’t have last night if we’d
been in here rather than in front of the fire,” she reminded me suggestively.
She was right, her tits did seem to float but I’ll bet she could have
covered them in bubbles if she really tried. As for me, I could feel my family
jewels bouncing around in the swirl of the water but they were well
camouflaged among the bubbles.
“Oh, this is great,” I agreed as I leaned back against the headrest, at
peace with the world. “Ouch,” I gasped as something scraped past me.
I reached down trying to find whatever it was and clasped my hand
over her foot that was extended within inches of my cock. I looked over at
her and she had that wry smile she was so good at.
“Bring me champagne, young man,” she directed me as though I was
her slave. God, I sure felt like one as I jumped from the tub, my hands
clutched over my cock and balls once again. It made her giggle.
When I got back, she was sitting in the seat beside where I had been.
“Thank you, Jeeves,” she said with a plum in her mouth as she took
the glass I handed her.
“No, sit here, Adam,” she told me, as I tried to sit across from her.
We sipped as we took in the vista before us.
“We might have a swim in the sea afterwards,” I suggested.
“I’ve never skinny dipped in salt,” she smiled. “Yes, that would be
nice.” That hadn’t been my intention but as in most things, she seemed to
lead the way.
“Isn’t this wonderful, Adam?”
“Couldn’t wish for anything better,” I agreed.
“Yes you could,” she responded. With that, her free hand slipped
across my thigh and took hold of my cock.
I jumped. I couldn’t help it, I just did.
“Jen?” My throat constricted and nothing more came.
“This isn’t incest, Adam. This is a sister doing something her brother
desperately needs. He’s needed it for several days, if I’m not mistaken but
in an act of chivalrous courtesy towards his sister he’s refrained from
touching himself at all since we began our trip. So it has become sister’s
responsibility to ease the burden he’s been carrying. You are allowed to
enjoy it, Adam.”
My eyes must have been the size of saucers as I felt Jen’s hand begin
to stroke the length of my erection. God it was nice. I had no thought of the
incestuous thing; all I knew was that a beautiful young girl was sitting
beside me, pleasuring me with her hand and me laying back as the thrill of it
all became greater with each stroke.
“I think you should come as soon as you like, baby,” she whispered.
“Get the first one out of the way then you can enjoy a longer one later.”
“Oh, God, this is incredible,” I mumbled as though in a dream.
“Whenever you like, my darling,” she whispered again as she leaned
over and kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss but she had pulled away
almost immediately. Then her other hand reached down and cupped my
balls.
“Come for me, Adam, shoot it all out,” she murmured.
It didn’t take long but I wasn’t humiliated for a second about
premature ejaculation; never thought of it as that actually. What man could
hold out for any length of time in this situation, not that it was my sister but
because I’d been desperate for an orgasm for most of the week. And it
wasn’t because I’d held out in chivalrous courtesy as Jen suspected. It was
because I didn’t want to be embarrassed at being caught jerking off. No
one, but no one had ever caught me that way and I certainly hadn’t wanted
it to be Jennie. Now all that didn’t seem to matter one little bit.
“Oh, God,” I gasped as I felt the eruption begin even before Jen
could feel the pipe expanding.
She kept rubbing the head of my cock and caressing my balls ever so
lightly for as long as it took for my shudderings to end.
“We’re swimming with tadpoles now, baby,” she sniggered as she
leaned her body against mind and laid face to face with me. I automatically
lifted my hand and cupped one of her breasts, twiddling the nipple with my
thumb.
“Hmm, that’s nice,” she whispered as she pecked at my lips.
We laid like that for I don’t know how long; she, still holding my
softness but not moving her hand at all and me, resting my head back, half
way to sleep. It was a magic time and I’m sure Jen felt the same way.
After a while, I moved to sit up and she did too, her eyes looking
deep into mine. “Would you like me to do you, Jen?”
“Yes, please,” she said, almost soundlessly, “but not just now; later,
after lunch, baby. Just lay still. You can stroke my titties if you’d like.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned as I felt Vesuvius becoming strong again.
She giggled. “I did promise you a longer one, my darling brother, but
you need to rest this monster for a while. I don’t want to wear it out.” With
that she let my treasures go to flop around in the bubbles.
I sniggered. “I don’t think you could, babe, wear it out I mean. It’s
almost brand new, you know; hardly been used at all.”
We messed around in the tub for an hour or so longer and I got to
feel all over her upper body, from belly button to her head. To say her
breasts were firm was an understatement. They were hard, springy but hard;
harder than the way a balloon feels when it is blown up really tight. The
difference was that her skin allowed my hands to roam without making
those squeaking sounds balloons make when you rub them.
“I’m hard again, Jen,” I told her hopefully.
“He, he, sex monster,” she tittered, “I told you, after lunch, not
before.”
“So, I thought the man dictated when the action happens.”
“Ah, maybe but the woman directs the play, baby. At least, this time
she does. Come on, let’s walk down to the beach then we’ll eat.”
Well we found what had looked like a beautifully sandy beach was
actually covered in large sharpish stones and our bare feet didn’t stand up to
the tortures of walking across them to the water, so naked as we were, we
walked back hand in hand as lovers would, pecking at each others lips from
time to time and giggling like lovesick teenagers.
Chapter Nine
I left her to making the lunch. Yes, I know I told her I would help my
future wife but she was my sister, for goodness sake. There’s a difference.
Sisters look after brothers; wives and husbands look after each other. That
was considered my opinion for it gave me the chance to stretch out on one
of the deck chairs and take in the sea air.
But after a while I got to wondering where my lunch was. Slave,
where are you, I questioned silently. No answer so I decided to hurry her
along. She wasn’t in the kitchen barefoot and pregnant. Well thank God for
the latter anyway, and better still, she was naked.
I found her in the bedroom, our bedroom but it wasn’t her clothes
she was scavenging through. Nor mine for that matter. No my sweet
innocent sister was rifling through all the drawers and cupboards of the
owners.
“Jen?” I asked, quite astonished at her cheek.
“Adam, it’s very strange. Come here.”
I came and looked and had no idea what she was talking about.
“I was being a bit naughty and tried to find their secret hideaway
where they might stash their dirty videos, or anything else.”
“And you found it?”
“No, nothing,” she said with a degree of disappointment. “I thought
we might have something naughty to watch tonight,” she sniggered. “But all
I found was her clothes. Look at this.” She held up a very sexy pair of see-
through panties and some garter belts.
“Hmm, very sexy. Do they fit?”
“Are you kidding, they’re a mile too big for me. She’s got a bit of a
bottom this one.” Then she continued, “But Adam, there’s lots of her
clothes and toiletries, make-up and stuff, but there’s not one thing that a
man would use. Doesn’t that seem strange to you?”
I thought for a moment, wondering what the big deal was all about.
“Well, I guess he spends most of his time at the pub. Maybe she only goes
in when it gets busy. He probably only spends weekends here. He didn’t
look the type that needed to be with his woman every night, remember? A
bit old and weather-beaten actually, and if she’s got a bit of a bottom…?”
“But even if that were true, he’d have to have some clothes here,
surely. Otherwise he’d be carrying his stuff back and forth every weekend.”
That was true but who cares, I thought. Then I had a bright idea.
“I know, he’s a secret transvestite and they both share the same
things.”
“Idiot,” she smiled sickly at me.
“So we don’t have anything dirty to watch tonight then?”
“No.”
“Pity.”
“It’s very strange, Adam.”
“Is lunch ready,” I asked as I made my way back to the deck chair.
“Yes, master, it’s coming soon.”
Chapter Ten
Jen whipped up some sandwiches and a bit of fruit which we ate
sitting on the grass beside the hot tub. We faced each other and as she sat
cross legged, her pussy was wide open to me. She knew it was and I
realised it was done on purpose.
“Do you think I can hold back from raping that?” I asked, nodding
towards my new vista.
“You can look but anything else is off side, brother. Remember
there’s a barrier that I don’t intend being breached, well, not today
anyway.”
“Oh?” I responded raising my eyebrow questioningly.
“There’re lots of things we can do that’s almost as pleasurable and
just as naughty. Want to play incest again?”
“It was suggested before,” I agreed. “Jen, are you O.K. with this? We
mightn’t be bonking but I think most people would still call it incest.”
“It is naughty, isn’t it, baby? I like naughty, don’t you?”
She was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
“Just tell me again, you are taking the Pill, aren’t you?”
“I’ll show you.” With that she went inside and brought back a
packet. “Look for yourself.”
The blister pack was half used. “See, I mark the date I start each new
pack, there.” I could see the number 20 marked in black pen where the first
pill had been removed. It was the one immediately after a row of 7 red pills.
“Count the days,” she told me. I did and the last orange pill removed
aligned exactly to yesterday’s date. She saw me counting the remaining 4
pills.
“Does that mean…?”
“My period starts in five days time? Yes and it’s always on time. I
can’t get pregnant, Adam, no matter where your sperm lands.” She looked
up at me with that reassuring smile she had, then I saw the look change to
one of enquiry.
“Adam?”
“Yes?”
“What did you mean when you said you’ve never seen a
menstruating pussy?”
Oh, God, I thought. Did I blow it that time?
“N… Nothing, forget it, Jen,” I told her cautiously.
“Tell me. I want to know.” There didn’t seem to be any sign of
unhappiness on her face.
“I said it… well, maybe I was being silly.”
“Tell me,” she demanded more forcefully.
“Look, it didn’t mean anything, really.” Damn I could feel the blush
of the lie spreading across my face.
“Do you want to look at it during my menses?”
“N… I’ve never… yes, I guess that’s what I said but it’s filthy. I’m
sorry I said anything.”
“I just wanted to know,” was all she said as she took the packet back
inside.
She stood over me when she returned. “I think you offered a girl
something, didn’t you?”
“What?”
“Didn’t you ask me if you could … make me happy? I thought you
did.”
“Oh, yes, maybe I did,” I laughed. “Would madam care to
accompany me to heaven?” I asked, holding out my hand. We eased
ourselves into the hot water again.
“God, this feels wonderful,” she sighed when we settled.
I had a major erection already so when I pulled her over onto my
knees so that her back was laying right along my chest, my cock rested in
her bottom crease quite neatly. He was squeezed downwards which caused
some silent complaint but I soon got used to it. Then my hands took over
and I caressed her neck and face, soon lowering my hands to those
magnificent breasts.
“I’m not such an authority on these babies,” I whispered, “but I do
know they outclass anything these hands have touched in the past.”
“Flatterer.”
“Oh, they’re not flat, darling, they’re pumped to their optimum.” I
nuzzled her neck which made her giggle.
It took a long while before I came anywhere near wanting to explore
further. But that was because Jen was moaning with delight as my fingers
messed with her nipples. After a while, I put one arm right across her chest
and anchored my hand over the far breast. Then, with my free hand, I ran
finger tip up and down her side and tummy, finishing with a wiper-blade
style of back and forth swishing across her lower stomach, coming very
near her pubic hairs but not quite.
She moaned as each swish reached its lowest orbit.
I changed hands and commenced the same movements with my other
hand. Her nipples were like tiny bolts sticking into the palm that squeezed
that breast.
Then I raised my knees a little and pushed her legs apart, letting
them fall on each side of my thighs.
“Please,” she whimpered. That was like heaven’s sweet music.
With one hand cupping her breast, still holding her against my body,
I traced the other hand through her hairs, moving around her sex but not
touching.
“Please, Adam, touch me,” she murmured.
So I did. My fingers slipped lower and I felt her flinch as a finger ran
down over her clitoral hood before I felt the dip into the cavern.
“Who the hell are you?” A loud, angry voice roared. I had no idea
from where.
“You bastards, what do you think you’re doing? Get out of my tub.”
It was a rather solidly built woman in her mid-forties I guessed in that split
second before Jen fell off my knees into the tub and I got swamped by the
splash.
Coming up for air I brushed the water off my face and responded,
“Who the hell are you? We’ve rented this place.”
“Pig’s arse you have,” she shot back. “I go away for a few days and
some hippie bastards think they can take over. I’m phoning the police,” and
with that little onslaught she about faced and headed inside.
“Let me go, Adam,” Jen said jumping out and taking a towel to cover
her front.
“Lady, please wait a minute. We did rent this house, truly we did,” I
heard her telling the woman.
“You and your boyfriend think you can con me like that do you?
Ha!”
“Look, we really did. Here’s the keys, see.”
There was silence. “Where did you get these?”
“Your husband gave them to us when we rented the cottage last
night. The whole town was booked…”
“Lady, I don’t have a husband. Did I leave these in the door or
something? Let me look. Ah, that stupid bastard. He left them in the door,
didn’t he?” Her voice was still heated but not as angry now.
“No, not these ones anyway. Look we couldn’t find a room anywhere
in the town because of the show weekend and the landlord, sorry we
thought he was your husband, well he called it his home and said we could
rent it for the two days because he and you, well he and his wife, had to stay
the whole weekend to work the full house.”
“What bloody landlord?” I could tell she had doubts now.
“At the pub. He rented this cottage to us for 2 nights and gave us
these keys. He asked us to look after Jock which we have. He’s lovely.”
“You… You know his name? Jock?”
“That’s what the landlord said anyway.”
“That scheming bastard,” her voice spat with fire. “Wait here.”
By now I’d grabbed the other towel, wound it around my waist and
joined Jen inside. Jen took my hand and I felt it trembling.
“Harry? It’s me, Sandra…. I’m home…. A couple of days early,
that’s all…. Harry I found a little surprise here when I got home…. You
scheming bastard. How could you do that? Letting strangers into my
home…. How much did you charge them? ....How much? ....You’re a
greedy bastard too. I won’t forgive you for this, Harry. You’ve let me
down…. I’ll bet you had no intention of giving me the money; you were
going to keep the lot, weren’t you? …. Bring it all over this afternoon,
Harry. I’m giving it back to them, you ripped them off, that’s what you did
but I’m not going to be out of pocket either. I want another two hundred for
myself…. You heard, they get their two hundred back and their bond and I
get two hundred as well. Well bring their credit card vouchers back plus
two hundred in cash… Harry, if you don’t do it this afternoon, there’ll be
no more help from me, nothing, you understand? …. I bloody well do mean
it, brother. That also means no more hot tub, no more skinny dipping….
Huh, make sure you do.” And she hung the phone up.
“I’m so sorry, I misunderstood. It wasn’t your fault. I apologise for
the way I spoke. Look he’s my brother but he’s also an idiot. Your fees are
coming back so it won’t cost you anything. He’s bringing it back this
afternoon so you can leave after that.”
“Leave?” Jen quailed. “Oh, we were so looking forward to the
remainder of our time here, it’s so beautiful and it would have finished off
our honeymoon with such beautiful memories. There was nowhere else to
stay at all.”
“You’re on your honeymoon? Oh, my God, did he know that?”
“I guess it was only after we told him that he gave in and rented the
cottage to us. We thought he was being very gallant.”
Her eyes flashed from Jen to me and back again. “Oh, my poor dear,
I had no idea. You see, I wasn’t coming home for another few days but
London got me down so much I came back early. Oh, what’s to be done?”
“Uhm, there’s also something else,” I butted in. “Your brother told
us that included in the rental we could help ourselves to the food in the
house so I’m afraid we did. We’ve opened a couple of bottles of wine too
I’m afraid, maybe even three.”
“We’ll pay for it, of course,” Jen added. She was still standing,
holding the towel to her chest but her backside was still quite naked.
“I think he’ll be paying for all of that, my dears, there’s nothing for
you to pay at all.” Then she went on, “How long has it been? Since your
wedding, I mean,” Sandra asked, her face full of interest.
“Uhm, just four days ago,” Jen told her, smiling up at me.
“Four days? Oh, you’re just beginners. Oh, how could I throw you
out? It wasn’t your fault after all. I just don’t know what to do.” She looked
around the room, helplessly throwing her arms in the air. Then she looked
straight at Jen.
“You do realise you’re quite naked behind that towel, don’t you, my
dear?” Sandra reminded her with a sly smile.
“Oh,” Jen gasped at the realization.
“It’s alright, I understand all about those first few days. I was married
once too, you know. Only one thing on your mind in the first week, isn’t
there? Yes,” she added, shaking her head wryly, “I was pretty sure what you
were doing in the tub when I caught you. No need to be embarrassed.”
Jen’s face was crimson with embarrassment which made me smile
and Sandra caught on to my thoughts.
“Instead of getting dressed, why don’t you finish what you started?”
When she saw the questioning look on both our faces, she added, “In the
hot tub, you honeymooners.” And she sniggered at us both. “Go on, enjoy
yourselves. I’ll think of something to solve your problems.”
Jen looked up at me, smiled, dropped her towel and nakedly walked
out the back door, pulling me after her.
“Is your cock still hard, Adam? She’s quite a lady, isn’t she?”
“Reckon she’ll still kick us out?”
“I think she already knows what she intends to do. I wonder if she
has decided to sleep on the sofa tonight.”
“Are you in the mood to let me finish what we started?” I asked slyly.
“I’ve been looking forward to this for quite a while, Mr. Adam
Gardiner, my darling husband. Does that answer your question?”
“Husband? Hmm, I guess we will have to play it out now, won’t
we?”
I helped her in then climbed in beside her and she immediately sat in
my lap and laid herself along my body, her legs spread over mine as before.
“Adam,” she began.
“Yes, what?”
“I think you were loving my titties and starting to do naughty things
to your sister when we got caught.”
“Is that where we were up to?”
“Damn right it was.”
“Want me to start from the beginning again?”
“Yes please,” she said and turned to kiss me with a lover’s kiss, a
genuine open mouthed lover’s kiss that made my cock rise to attention.
I cupped her breasts again and brought her nipples to their previous
state of hardness. Then the sweeping hands across her stomach brought
drooling moans from her throat. It didn’t take long to bring her to a state of
arousal.
“Touch me, my darling,” she whispered.
I curled my fingers through her pubic hairs then slipped lower and
stroked along her clitoral cover several times, feeling the little membrane
harden to arousal. Instead of pushing further down, this time I played with
her clitoris, gently, testing, teasing.”
“Oh, God, please, Adam, please do it. I really need it, baby,” she
crooned. My cock was hard as a rock and she had to know that too for it
was fighting to poke itself upwards away from her bottom cheeks which
imprisoned the poor little bastard. Well, he wasn’t so little but imprisoned
he indeed was.
“You want to come, baby?” I asked innocently. “Or don’t you like
what I’m doing?”
“Yes, no, oh, Adam, please,” she whimpered, her body quivering
with anticipation.
I continued my light touch, just one fingertip, stroking, gently. She
flinched and held onto one of my arms, the one cupping her breast. I
tweaked the nipple. She moaned, louder.
I nuzzled her neck and sucked an earlobe. “I never knew I would
enjoy making a woman come so much,” I whispered.
Then I pressed the finger harder, rubbed more roughly, eased back
then pressed again. She was whimpering, maybe even crying, I couldn’t tell
but I knew it was time.
“Come, baby, enjoy it,” I said as I dug my fingertip hard against her
clit and wiggled without mercy.
“Ugh, huh, arrhhh,” she groaned and her whole body jerked and
shivered. I’d have to be an imbecile not to know her orgasm had begun. I
kept wiggling my finger over the hard little nub, lighter now but more than
enough for every ounce of climax to be dragged from her body. How long it
lasted I couldn’t count but it seemed to take ages before the quivering
eased.
“Ahhh,” she sighed as she finally relaxed. This time I took the
initiative and planted a husband’s kiss on his wife, pressing my tongue
inwards until she responded and fought back. After a while she broke the
kiss and looked into my eyes, a hand stroking my cheek, a smile of gratitude
as her eyes glistened in the sunlight.
“Thank you, my darling,” she whispered. God I felt good.
Chapter Eleven
“I’m sorry,” another voice said softly.
We both began to sit up and found Sandra standing beside the tub.
“Sandra,” I said in a stunned, questioning voice.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t mean to peek but I heard her
moans and couldn’t help myself,” she said contritely.
Jen looked at me then back to the older woman. “Sandra, lose those
clothes and jump in. It is your tub.” Jen’s eyes looked back into mine
showing me it was alright by her. Hell, who was I to object.
Sandra’s face was covered in a wide smile as she stripped and made
no effort to cover herself before she slid beneath the surface. Jen was right
about her behind, it was rather big but she held her tits firmly on her chest,
some fall noticeable when she leaned over but they looked very suckable.
She carried a large patch of dark hairs around her pussy, enough to shield
the slit completely.
“I skinny dip all the time,” she told us. “Run around in the nude
when it’s warm enough too. There’s no-one ever around to catch me. I love
this tub, you know. Best investment I ever made.” She laid back and
luxuriated in the hot water. “Thanks for the offer,” she added. “I did feel a
little low, seeing you two lovebirds at it like that. I take it he satisfied your
needs? Hell, I don’t even know your names. I’m Sandra Hilton, aged forty
three, widow for the last ten years and fairly well off, thanks to my dear
husband, bless him,” she sighed after giving us a précis of her life.
“Oh, damn, I’m sorry, Sandra. I’m Adam and this is Jennifer. Adam
and Jen Gardiner married four days and loving every moment of it.”
“I’m sure you are. What man wouldn’t be enjoying himself with such
a beautiful wife, never had so much sex in your life, I’ll bet.”
“Huh,” Jen giggled. “Actually, we’re still both virgins, oops, sorry,
babe, I let our secret out.”
“Virgins? I don’t believe it.” The look on her face showed lots of
doubt or was that interest?
“It’s true,” Jen confirmed. “We’d both refrained from going all the
way with our various boy and girlfriends at college, there wasn’t many of
those anyway. Then once we began to have feelings for each other we made
a pledge to remain celibate until the big day. You mightn’t believe this but it
was Adam’s decision to make the anticipation grow for a few days longer
after the wedding before… well, before the big bang, I suppose.” Then she
had a fit of the giggles that sent Sandra over the edge too and both women
were stricken with lack of breath as their bodies shook back and forth.
It took several minutes for a little decorum to return for every time
they looked at each other the fits began again. Hell, what was I supposed to
do? It was quite a tale she pitched yet the truth to some extent so it rolled off
her tongue as believable truth.
“You really have held off bonking?” Sandra asked incredulously and
that sent them off again.
“Sorry darling,” Jen told me once she finally calmed down. She
pecked me on the cheek and explained the lie further. “We haven’t been
completely without those pleasures though. He’s got the most wonderful
hands… and tongue,” she giggled looking up at me again.
“I saw him at work,” Sandra admitted. “So when is the… the big
bang, ha, ha, going to be consummated?”
“Um, we were planning tonight, actually but now…” Oh, the little
minx was finagling her way into Sandra’s heart strings.
“It’s alright, I won’t be kicking you out, I promise.”
“You won’t?” I asked in surprise. “But there no other bed…”
“How could I whiz you off on this night of all nights. I’ll sleep on the
couch, it won’t hurt me. I’ve done it before anyway. But there’s a catch,”
she added conspiratorially.
“A catch?” Jen asked.
“Well, there’s only one bathroom,” she explained and left us to work
out the catch. “I really don’t relish having to pee on the grass in the middle
of the night.”
“That’s alright, just go through. We won’t mind, will we, Adam?”
Jen was such a considerate guest, I told myself, picturing the woman
rushing through just as I was about to burst the barrier.
“But… you might be… you know.”
“You’ve seen us at it anyway, Sandra. We’re easy about a little
intrusion, aren’t we, darling?” She asked with another little peck on the
cheek. My cock was dying from strangulation by Jen’s arse cheeks.
“It’s your house, Sandra and you’ve been so very gracious about our
intrusion. How could we make a good woman like you burst your bladder
for the want of a little privacy? Use the loo whenever you need to.”
She smiled at me. “I remember my honeymoon as though it was
yesterday,” she told us, looking dreamily into the bubbles. “He was a
demon, my Brian. At me every five minutes almost but he did make me feel
wonderful. All the terrible stuff he wanted, you men have evil minds, you
know,” she added looking up at me.
“It’s where they keep their brains that make them that way, Sandra.
I’ve already learnt that the difference between men and women are the
brains that dangle between their legs.”
Sandra laughed like a fishwife from the market stall at that one.
“Yes, that’s about it, isn’t it? But he did make me feel like a queen
the way he made love to me. I do miss it, you know. Him too, of course, but
the hurt does lessen as the years go by. But what he could do with those
brains of his. Oh, I do miss that.”
Jen looked enquiringly at me. I had no idea what she was trying to
tell me.
“What happened, Sandra? Can you talk about it?”
“Oh, yes, now I can. It was a car crash. He lost control on one of
those narrow roads in Scotland and lost his life. They said it was
instantaneous. I hope it was. But I still think of the days when we… when
we made such wonderful love,” she sighed. “So, that’s why I envy you.
Now, young man, you make sure you are gentle when you carry out
tonight’s little task,” She warned me.
“Yes, Mum,” I quipped and that was when I think I won her over.
Damn, I had to get Jen off my cock, the poor little bastard was being
crushed of life. “Talking of bathrooms, I have to go,” I said easing Jen off
my lap.
As I stood, I heard a loud gasp from Sandra and caught her gaping at
my erection. “Oh, my God,” she said almost as a moan. It made me vanish
all the quicker but I must admit I felt pretty proud just then.
It was only later that afternoon that Jen told me what happened once
I’d left them.
Jen: Are you alright, Sandra?
Sandra: I’m sorry I must have embarrassed him. It
was just that I saw… when I saw his penis, it took my breath
away. Oh, God, I’m sorry Jennie, I’m so selfish but it brought
back all the memories of the wonderful days with Brian. Your
man has a marvellous cock, Jennie, so beautifully curved and
so… so thick.
Jen: Is it? I never realised. I haven’t had much
experience in that quarter.
Sandra: Well Brian was pretty well equipped. The feel
when it’s all the way inside… I can’t even describe it, Jennie.
But you’ll know what I mean when it finally happens.
Jen: Have you have many lovers since Brian?
Sandra: There hasn’t been anyone, not even a one-
night stand. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not that I
haven’t dreamed about it but I never sought it out.
Jen: We do have needs though. Even I have but I just
couldn’t let anyone do it to me either.
They sat for a few minutes, mulling over what each
had said.
Jen: Can I ask you something, very personal?
Sandra: Sure, kid, go ahead. There’s not much that
makes me uncomfortable.
Jen: I’d have to talk this through with Adam of course
but I was wondering if you’d like a lend of him.
Sandra: A lend of Adam? What on earth do you mean,
child?
Jen: We’ve agreed we all have needs, right?
Sandra: Of course.
Jen: You’ve been so good to us, even giving up your
bed to total strangers. Once Adam and I have lost our
virginities together tonight, would you like Adam to love you
too? Maybe sometime tomorrow or later?
Sandra was obviously shocked at Jen’s suggestion.
Sandra: You can’t be serious, my dear. I can’t believe
you’d even think of it. What do you think your husband would
say when he hears your suggestion? It’s ludicrous, Jennie.
Jen: I know my husband, Sandra. We may have held
off having sex to increase the pleasure when it happens but
my husband is a man and you know where their brains are.
Imagine his situation; for twenty eight years he hasn’t tasted
the delights of even one female’s thighs then he is offered two
different women in two days. Would he leave me in disgust or
would he listen to my arguments when he knows it was my
suggestion to pleasure you for all the right reasons?
Sandra: I could never have done what you’re
suggesting, never in a million years and I don’t think my
Brian would have indulged himself that way either. The
suggestion is very sweet and I thank you for trying to make
me feel satisfied but I don’t want to be responsible for
breaking up your marriage so soon after it began.
Jen: Then let me ask you this. If he wasn’t married to
me, if you met him as you have but without me being around,
would you have accepted him as a lover, Sandra?
Sandra: Hmm, remember what I said, I’ve had men
pleading for my favours but I have rebuffed all. Why should I
choose Adam then? Because I thought his cock looks
delicious? Indeed it does but I’m not sure I’d be brave
enough to let him bed me, my dear.
Jen: I’m not giving up, Sandra. He makes me feel so
wonderful, believe me and I haven’t ever felt the pleasure of
him filling me. Once our pledges have been honoured and we
come together as lovers, hopefully tonight, then if we both
agree to sharing him with you, just once, mind you; I don’t
want to have to challenge you to get him back, you
understand, but just once between your thighs why on earth
wouldn’t you say yes?
Sandra: Because once I tasted the pleasures, I would
want more and then our newly found friendship would be lost
and we might even have to fight for ownership.
Jen: Ha, ha, I wonder what he would think if he heard
our conversation.
Sandra: One of two things; head for the hills or flaunt
his equipment all the more.
Jen: Yes, well I think I know him better than that. I
understand what you’re saying but I’m still going to put the
proposition to him. What would you think if he agreed as
long as I was there beside you both? Would that ease your
mind? One night’s pleasure with no commitment for more.
One night’s pleasure, Sandra; imagine it for a moment. Add
that thought to those you had when he rose from the water. I
know he excited your imagination.
Sandra: You are bewitching me, young lady. Would
you really stay by my side while he loves me?
Jen: It would be more like while he uses your body for
his pleasure, returning some of it to you.
Sandra, sighing: That is the way of men, of course. Are
you still going to press on with this silly notion?
Jen: Of course. I’ll ask you again once he says yes. If
the subject isn’t raised again, he will have refused, O.K?
Chapter Twelve
I returned to find the women smirking between themselves and
wondered what they had been hatching.
“I trust you haven’t been playing with yourself, Mr. Gardiner,” Jen
stated accusingly which made Sandra giggle. I knew what she meant
because my erection had all but vanished. A man knows very well he has to
achieve that to pee but maybe my innocent sister didn’t.
“Sandra, will you inform Miss Innocent here, that a man needs to
lose his hardon to achieve peeing ability.”
That sent Sandra into a laughing fit, pushing Jen’s shoulder in an act
of camaraderie. I actually succeeded in making my girl blush with
embarrassment.
“Alright, smart arse, come with me, we have to talk.” She exited
from the tub, grabbed two towels and walked us naked towards the sea,
leaving Sandra on her lonesome.
“What’s this all about?” I asked as she slipped her arm around my
waist and snuggled her nakedness against mine.
She gave a little giggle. Maybe it was a nervous one, I wasn’t sure,
then looked back and decided we were out of Sandra’s hearing. She laid
both towels out side by side and pulled me down beside her.
“I’ve been thinking, Adam.”
“Oh, yes,” I said doubtfully. This wasn’t a good start, I thought.
“Remember when we were describing our perfect partners?”
“Yes, I guess.”
“You guess? Adam, it was only last night. Anyway, I kept thinking
about what each of us said and do you know what I discovered?”
Hell, how do I answer that one? Whatever I said wouldn’t be the
right answer. “No, what?”
“You don’t know?”
“I think you’d better tell me what you discovered, Jen.”
“Alright then,” she said with a gleam in her eye. Then she stopped,
faced me and took my face in her hands. “The perfect girl you described
was exactly me.” Her eyes were bright with excitement. “And,” she kept on
going, “it didn’t strike me at the time but I described you to a tee for my
perfect husband. Now, what do you think of that?”
I thought back, trying desperately to remember what I said. Damn,
she might just be right. Age, build, temperament, education; it all seemed to
fit into place. I’m sure I didn’t have Jen in my mind when I was rattling
those things off. I was actually trying to embarrass her with my demands of
being in charge and requiring the woman to be subservient.
“Oh, that’s what you think, is it? What about the part where I expect
obedience and the woman can’t say no to anything I demand? I can’t
imagine you agreeing to a lot of the things I might make you do, Jen. You’d
freak out.”
“At the time I thought you were a bit over the top but if you think
about it, you do get your own way. I do allow you what you want. When
have I ever said ‘no,’ to you, Adam?”
I thought about that and couldn’t answer. I think she was twisting it
all about; she has the knack of doing that and I suspect she might just be
doing the same now. So I should test her.
“I need to pee again, Jen, and the toilet’s so far away. Open your
mouth, please.”
She looked at me unblinking for a moment. “Is this a test?
“I’ve asked you to do something but you don’t seem able to obey me,
little sis. Maybe you aren’t the girl for me after all. Maybe all we have is lust
and that will die down once the holidays are over.”
“No… no, you’re twisting it all about,” she whined.
“I would make that same demand from time to time, Jen. It gives me
the proof of obedience. But I see you are not obedient, are you?”
If looks could kill, I’d be dead and gone. However to my surprise,
with the look of daggers still in her eyes, she knelt down, took my soft cock
in her hand and placed her lips over the head. And there she remained.
I let her hold that pose, expecting to receive a stream of urine at any
moment, for several seconds then removed my prick and pulled her up.
“Maybe you are right,” I said with understanding. “We could do
good things together, you and I, couldn’t we?”
The daggers were gone and she was happy again. “You wouldn’t
have done it, would you?”
“Yes, definitely, once we come to a full understanding of what all
that could mean. A brother/sister incestuous relationship is frowned upon in
this country, Jen. If we took that path, we’d be looking over our shoulder all
the while, wondering if anyone is putting two and two together. It would be
enough to kill us should that ever become public knowledge, you know.”
“Yes, I know that, my darling but we are smart people you and me,
Adam. Smart people who understand the problems so we can plan to make
sure no-one ever suspects. Don’t you think we could do that?”
I looked at this beautiful naked girl beside me and my heart went out
to her. I took her in my arms and we clutched each other chest to chest in a
passionate kiss.
“Do you want to try?” She asked eventually.
“Yes, I do. I mightn’t have known it when we started out on this
little jaunt but I do now. There’s no-one who could please me more than
you, Jen.” It sounded soppy but I really meant it.
“Sandra’s been very good to us, Adam. These last couple of days has
shown us so much.”
“Yes, she has and they have,” I agreed.
She looked into my eyes as though she was trying to weigh up
something in her mind. “We’ve done lots of naughty things haven’t we?”
“Oh, very naughty indeed. I never realised we could reach the stage
we have, Jen.”
“Have you liked what we’ve done together?”
“Of course I have; haven’t you?”
“You know very well I have.”
“I must say, when we first started out I had no idea we would
become even the least bit incestuous. It was all the illicit stuff that makes it
so exciting.”
“Kiss me, my darling,” she asked, holding her face towards me. We
kissed softly but passionately, a kiss of young lovers. She laid her head
down on the towels she had opened out over the grass and I followed, half
covering her as the kiss progressed.
“There’s only one more step to take,” she suggested, her eyes
searching mine for an indication of what I was thinking.
“We’d both lose our virginities,” I reminded her.
“Is that so terrible?”
“Not to me, Jen.”
“Could we do it tonight, Adam?”
It was my turn to go silent but my eyes never left hers. “Do you really
mean it, Jen? I mean it is more than a small step. For me it is a new
experience but to you, it means giving up something you can never give
again.”
“Do you want to make love to me, Adam? To your sister?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“What would happen afterwards?”
“You mean if you got pregnant?”
“No, I won’t, you know that. I mean, what would happen to the
relationship we’ve built up over the last few days? Would it simply be a
lonely hearts holiday fizzer or something more permanent?”
Permanent? Now that’s something I hadn’t considered.
“I hadn’t thought about it up ‘til now, Jen, but there is one
consideration we have to think about if we are going to continue as lovers.
Don’t get me wrong, I love you more than any man should love his sister
and I feel no guilt because of it. If we consummated our feelings we would
be lovers. How do you feel about that?” I just had to throw it back to her
because honestly, I wasn’t sure what I wanted.
“We can’t get married, Adam, not officially.”
“We can’t think about having children together either,” I told her
bluntly.
“Why not?” She asked with a trembling voice.
“Firstly, because I could never be named as the father of your child
and secondly, if we did, how would we ever explain it to the child once it
grows up. Health issues come into it as well. The child has to have access to
the parent’s medical history for its own medical future.”
I could see tears welling up in her eyes as I cradled her against me.
“I love you, Adam, like a lover, not as a brother.”
“I love you the same way, baby, really I do. I always loved my little
sister but we have shown each other that there is a better love and we have
both found it, haven’t we?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Can I ask you something else, darling?” I asked, kissing her cheek.
“Yes.”
“If we can’t have children together, and I think we have both
answered that now, haven’t we?”
She nodded her understanding, no words spoken.
“We would grow up with that deep void grinding away at us both for
the rest of our lives. Every woman needs to nurture children. The unlucky
few who don’t, usually grow up bitter or at best unhappy people. Men are
probably in the same boat; I don’t know how it would make me feel in my
later years but it’s something not quite natural, don’t you think?”
She nodded silently again.
“So, what do we do, Jen?”
She looked into my eyes, tears falling down her cheeks but still in
control of her emotions.
“Will you marry me, Adam? I don’t mean officially, just between the
two of us? It would be an unwritten declaration of understanding.”
“And later? Children? Old age?”
“Would it ever become workable to officially marry others, fall in
love with them, the whole works; make our own kids yet deep down look on
each other as secret husband and wife? Could we ever carry on a loving
sexual relationship that would last the whole of our lives?”
“There would be a lot to overcome; jealousy, guilt, doubts, especially
when we would be living with partners whom we would love deeply also. If
they ever discovered the secret, imagine the upheaval then.”
“It’s not fair, Adam. Why did we have to fall in love so easily? I
couldn’t bear to lose you now, my darling.”
“Look,” I said, still holding her close. “We’ve talked about a lot of
things that we’ve never thought through before. We’ll never find the
answers overnight. As far as children and the long term future, that’s well in
the future. Why don’t we pledge our love together, make our vows, become
the secret husband and wife, make love and enjoy ourselves.”
With a shriek of happiness she fell against me, pushing me
backwards as her arms clasped me around the neck, her lips kissing every
inch of skin she could get to.
“I love you, I love you, I love you, Adam Gardiner.”
We rolled back and forth until the excitement waned then she
straightened up and looked seriously into my face. Then with tears falling
downwards again, she began:
I love you, Adam Gardiner with every cell in my body.
I give you my promise that I will love you until the day I die. I
promise that in every way, I will trust you, honour you, obey
you in everything you ask of me, no matter what. I will
cherish you, pleasure you and care for you with unfailing
affection and deep love. You are my soul mate, Adam and I
take you as my secret husband and plead for you to accept
me as your secret wife. I love you with all my heart, my
darling.
With that she pressed her nakedness against me, took one of my
hands and clasped it over her breast as she kissed me in the most endearing
way. The ambience between us was beyond anything I had ever
experienced. It was breathtaking and so moving.
She finally broke from me and looking into my eyes, with a smile
that melted my heart, she whispered, “Well?”
I guess it was my turn. How could I ever match that little speech?
I removed my hand from her breast, took hold of one of hers, kissed
the knuckles as my eyes feasted on her beautiful smile.
I give myself to you as your husband, my darling
Jennifer, my own sweet Jen, and accept you as my secret
lover and wife. I promise to protect and love you. I promise to
make your life one of happiness and joy for the rest of our
days. I promise to heed your every need and to fulfil your
dreams and desires. As you promise to obey my every
request, so to do I promise to carry out your every wish, to
give you pleasure whenever you seek my love. We will share
the world together and I love you with all my heart.
Chapter Thirteen
When it was over I found tears falling down my cheeks which she
kissed away, her happiness knowing no bounds, I was sure. Phew, we have
committed ourselves to each other in an incestuous relationship that neither
of us could ever have imagined only a few days ago.
“Well, Mrs. Gardiner?” I asked, my heart beating madly.
“Well, my husband?” She smiled back.
“Do we cement those vows tonight?”
“Yes, please,” she smiled at me happily, “or maybe this afternoon?”
“Consummation in the afternoon? They could make a movie with
that title,” I suggested. I’m sure I was as excited as she was.
“We’d need to ask Sandra to make herself scarce for a couple of
hours.”
She looked at me for a moment then said, “Adam, did you really
mean you’d carry out my every request?”
“Of course, I did.”
“Then I have my first request,” she said more seriously.
“Uh, oh,” I sighed. “What have I committed myself to this time, my
scheming young wife?”
“You might divorce me even before we consume ourselves,” she
tittered nervously.
“Go on, ask away. If I can I promise I will.”
“Well, I know you can, I have no doubt of that. But it’s something I
know you could never imagine in your wildest dreams. Are you game?”
“Yes,” I said smugly, thinking she was using reverse psychology on
me to get even about using her as the toilet earlier.
“Alright, my darling husband, but you’ll need to listen to a story I
have to tell.”
She explained in detail the discussion she’d had with Sandra and the
more she explained, the whiter I became. As she reached the end she looked
at me and said, “So I promised Sandra that I would ask you to love her with
your body. To pleasure her just this once, the way you are going to pleasure
me this afternoon. It will mean so much to her, I know it will and she’s been
so good to us, Adam. It’s not that I feel sorry for her but I do understand her
longings and she has no way of fulfilling those without you. You should
have seen her eyes when she saw your erection as you got out of the tub to
go and take a pee. She hasn’t had the pleasure of a man for over ten years,
Adam. Will you, please? For me? I will be there too so you won’t be on your
own. She doesn’t think you would even consider it being married only a
few days but of course we know differently, don’t we?”
I was stunned into silence. I could feel the flush of heat rising over
my face. It must have been crimson, not from anger but from doubts of my
own ability. I’ve never even lain with one woman in my life and now I’m
asked to pleasure Sandra straight after I’ve given up my virginity to Jen.
Does that mean two women in one day? It sure sounds like it.
“I… I think we need to talk it over with her, Jen. Are you sure she
wants that? I know she talks like a woman of the world but I thought that
was just a bit of bravado. Oh, my God, you asked and I promised. Oh, my
God,” I wailed again.
“Be brave, my husband. It won’t happen until after you give me your
virginity so you’ll get plenty of practice beforehand.”
Shit, that’s easy for you to say, I pondered.
“Alright, first, I promised I’d meet your requests. I never expected
anything like this, you little schemer but I promised. So, what next? We
have to go and talk things through with Sandra, O.K.?”
“I knew I could trust you,” she cried with happiness.
Chapter Fourteen
It was a long walk, those few yards back to the house. Sandra had
left the hot tub and we found her inside, clutching a fistful of money.
“He’s been and gone,” she smirked. “I don’t need this but I made
him pay as a lesson learned, the lousy so-and-so. Here, here’s your credit
card vouchers, tear them up and it’s over and done.” She had a happy smile
on her face for a job well done but when she looked towards Jen, I saw the
smile disappear.
“We’ve had a talk, Sandra,” Jen told her.
That made her blush. It came on so quickly, one second her face was
the normal flesh hue, the next, bright pink.
“You shouldn’t have,” she almost stuttered.
“He will do it, Sandra. I explained everything to him and he
promised. Mind you, he wasn’t that eager at first,” she laughed softly, “but
he understands and now he’s happy to help out.”
It was as though I wasn’t there at all.
“Adam,” Sandra began. “You don’t have to.”
“Come here girl,” I finally said, holding out my arms towards her.
It was as though a thousand unsolvable problems had been lifted
from her shoulders all at once. She actually ran unto my arms, tears pouring
down her face and onto me. She wept piteously, her whole body shaking so
violently I had to hold her tight or she would have crashed to the floor. I
hadn’t said a word and neither had she. We stood together and I let her
emotions dissolve until she had no more tears to shed. It was a long time
ending.
Jen never intervened but her eyes remained on mine, silently
thanking me over and over. I was earning multi-brownie points right now.
“We can talk if you’d like to,” I whispered in her ear finally.
“Yes,” she sighed.
I sat her at the table, still holding her hand as I sat beside her. Jen sat
opposite so she wouldn’t miss anything.
“Are you embarrassed, Sandra?”
“Of course I am, yet… well, I wouldn’t have even thought of
anything like this before Jennie and I spoke. She’s told you, of course?”
“Yes, she told me everything. I have to say, Sandra, this task, if I can
call it that, well it’s every red-blooded guy’s fantasy.”
“If you don’t want to go ahead, I’ll understand,” she assured me.
I shook my head and continued. “I was going to tell you the same
thing but I have a feeling that deep down it is right to proceed. I’m not
trying to push myself onto you if that’s what you’re wondering. What Jen
proposes does have healing properties, I’m sure, but you must understand it
is a most intimate act and something most people would frown upon if it
became public knowledge.”
I looked directly into Jen’s eyes and she picked up my warning, just
as I’d done when we talked of our incestuous relationship.
“I know that, Adam. But Jen will be with us, we won’t be doing it
secretly, will we?”
“No, we won’t. We will be making love, pleasuring each other
sexually but Jen will be by your side and mine. Another thing, I’m not the
world’s greatest lover. There has been no-one else so I might very easily fail
your needs altogether.”
She smiled at that. “I don’t think so, Adam. Not after what I saw of
you and Jen in the hot tub.”
I looked at Jen again and capitulated. “Alright then, we’ll do it
together, the three of us. I hope you won’t be disappointed.”
That made both women snigger together, almost shyly.
“First things first,” I said. “Jen and I have a small matter of
consummation to be fulfilled and we wonder if we could have your cottage
to ourselves this afternoon?”
“How could I refuse?” She smiled. “Of course you can. I’ll go for a
drive for… a couple of hours?” She questioned.
“Ha, he’ll probably blow it and it’ll all be over in five minutes,” Jen
sniggered.
“Cow,” I shot back with a smile. “Look, Sandra, this might hurt but
why don’t you go into town and purchase a nightgown as similar as possible
to the one you wore on your wedding night. If it’s alright with you, I
thought we could re-create that happy moment for you.”
Things were racing through her head, I could almost see them.
“Oh,” she sighed. “Well I certainly wouldn’t fit into the original one
these days but that’s a nice suggestion,” she said happily.
“Now the next thing we need to consider is when.”
“When? Oh, when do we do it, you mean?”
“Tonight or tomorrow maybe, or even later. We were due to move on
tomorrow but somehow I don’t think we’ll be doing that. Unless you want
us to, of course,” I added with a smirk.
“I’d like to have you here forever, you two angels from heaven,” she
smiled back.
“And we’ve thought of something else,” Jen added, looking at me as
though I knew exactly what she was going to say next. Some hope. “We feel
really guilty about taking your bed and making you sleep on the sofa.”
“It’s nothing,” Sandra brushed aside but Jen continued anyway.
“So,” she began conspiratorially, “we want you to share the bed with
us. It’s large enough and it would make us feel much happier.”
“You mean tonight, after Adam makes love to me?”
“Well, he will have a fairly major role in this afternoon’s activities so
I’m really hoping the poor boy will be all tuckered out afterwards. Why
don’t we use tomorrow for your pleasuring? It’ll give him an extra few
hours to recuperate so he could produce his best when it’s your turn. It
would mean waiting another day though, Sandra, so, we’d like to have you
with us tonight. Three in a bed sounds very naughty to me and I think it
might give him that little bit extra enthusiasm for tomorrow. What do you
think?”
Sandra remained silent for just a second or two. “I do envy you,
Adam. You have chosen the sexiest young lady I’ve ever met. Three in a
bed? I’d love to. Ooh, it makes me feel that way too, sexy I mean,” she
laughed. “I haven’t felt like this for years.”
“You do know, Sandra, dear girl, that it won’t be all beer and
skittles,” I told her, trying to keep a serious face. “By the time I’m through
with you, you will divulge every secret you have locked away in that head
of yours. Every one, Sandra. I will pleasure you, maybe we will both
pleasure you,” I added just as Jen jumped in.
“What did you say, Adam? Do you mean me and…?”
“Remember your vows, wife of mine. You will do whatever I say,
won’t you?”
“Y… Yes,” she admitted; her face very fragile. Sandra still had a
shocked look about her too.
“As I was saying, Sandra, we still have much to discuss and we’ll
start tonight, just the three of us.”
I now had the two women standing before me, both speechless.
“Alright now, Sandra off and do some shopping. Jen, make yourself
ready to receive your husband.” Damn, it felt good, very good.
Chapter Fifteen
I admit, waiting for Jen to open the bedroom door, her act of offering
herself to me, was frightening, both of us amateurs at sex. We’d read the
books, we’d talked, I’d even seen videos but those were just porn. I wanted
this time to be spiritual, a loving of two people, sharing our bodies and our
pleasures for the very first time. Because this little event had not been even
suspected before we began our trip, neither of us had made any preparations
so I wondered how she would come to meet me. Naked? In a nightgown, or
maybe even street clothes that would allow me to undress her. Whatever it
was, the excitement grew and so did the brain between my legs. My first
fuck, I told myself crudely.
Oh, shit, the thought of the first time made me shudder. I was about
to press inside and tear her flesh apart. Oh, God, how could I do that and
not hurt her?
“Adam,” a soft voice called. She had opened the door so silently and
there she stood, sheathed in a white nightdress that hugged her figure and
highlighted two beautiful mounds on her chest.
I stepped to the door and she held her arms out for me. We embraced
and kissed. It seemed like the first time I had ever seen her. It was magical.
She was beautiful. She said, “Hello, my husband,” her lips trembling with
emotion as she stood, demurely. She was being my demure wife, just as I
had described.
I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, which she had
turned down, only the sheet remaining. I knelt on the bed as I laid her down
and she looked up at me with the most incredible smile.
“You do want to do this, Jen?” I asked, looking down at her.
“You are my husband, of course I do, my darling.”
I laid alongside of her, leaning on one elbow and running a finger
around the base of one of her breasts. “These are really mine, now,” I said
as though talking to myself.
“All of me is yours, darling,” she laughed softly. “Even the bits you
can’t see just yet.”
We hugged and kissed for a time until she sat up and undid a hook
behind her neck. “Do you want to help?”
Now I’ve never undressed a girl in my life before. Hell, did I ever
want to help. Before long she laid back, naked except for a small pair of
white panties. Me? I was quite naked still. I had been most of the day and
she giggled as she twiddled my wet-tipped cock.
“He’s ready,” she laughed nervously.
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
So I began by kissing those magnificent breasts and suckled each
nipple several times over. She was already moaning from the sensations and
my cock was literally drooling, wetting her thigh where it rested.
“Slip my panties off, my husband.”
She lifted her bottom as I eased them down and once removed I
pressed them to my face and sniffed her odours deep inside.
“You men do strange things,” she snickered.
“I think you’ll find there are lots more than just this.”
“I’ll bet there are.”
Running my hands over her body, finally kissing her belly button and
nuzzling her pubic hairs with my nose, I kissed the line of her sex.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. I think she liked it.
I twisted my body around so that while I was still kneeling beside
her, I was facing her vagina, my cock about level with her face. I felt a hand
cup my ball sac hanging between my legs. It was like electricity and it made
me gasp aloud.
I pressed her thighs and she parted them enough for my face to meet
her nether lips. This time it was she who sighed loudly.
“That’s so nice,” she whispered between moans.
I’m sure we both knew we were making each other aroused. But if I
was to do the deed that would make her cry out in pain, she should receive
some pleasures beforehand. I parted the hairs and opened her labia to find
that secret nub I had teased earlier in the day. It was very easy to locate for
it seemed to be poking itself out from under the little cover. My fingers first
then my tongue lashed the surface over and over, wiggling, pressing
stroking, licking, sucking, nibbling until I realised she was squirming back
and forth on the bed.
“Are you alright,” I asked.
“Of course I am, idiot,” she giggled as she stroked her hands through
my hair. “It’s time, Adam.”
I moved between her thighs, now widely parted and kissed her pussy
one more time than pressed forward.
“Put my panties underneath, Adam. We’ll keep the proof,” she told
me. Oh, what a damned good idea. I hadn’t thought of that. It didn’t take
long and I was back in place, my cock so wet I was sure there would be no
lubrication problems.
It was amazing how easily I hid the head of my cock inside her
vulva. It slid in as though on roller bearings until we reached ‘THE
BARRIER’. Even Jen flinched when she felt the pressure.
Not one to rush in, I backed off and had several trial runs then leaned
my body down so I could kiss my darling. It was a good kiss. She hugged
my face to hers and pecked me with a thousand pecks, or so it seemed.
I took a slurp of each nipple then one final long passionate kiss,
which continued as I pressed my cock deeper, firmer against her hymen.
“Do it, darling,” she whispered as we clung together.
Hell, how? One sharp thrust or gentle pressure until the membrane
succumbed?
I tried the gentle option first, slowly increasing the pressure until she
was moaning, her teeth clenched together in pain. Just before I’d decided to
pull back and thrust forcefully, my cock slowly moved forward.
“Ahhh,” she gasped then clung to me as though my neck was the
only thing stopping her from falling over a thousand foot cliff.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, not in pain but from sheer joy.
Her legs rose up and closed around my hips and I was there, all the
way in, my hairs and hers mingling together. I don’t think I could have
moved even if I wanted to because she had me in such a double leg lock but
she was kissing and weeping and laughing all at the same time.
“Oh, hell, we did it,” I sighed, looking into her happy face.
“Thank you, my lover,” she whispered. “You were so gentle. I was
so frightened it was going to hurt real bad but it was nothing like that. Just a
bit of elastic snapping against me, that’s all I felt.”
“Now we have to break through your hymen,” I told her seriously
and she looked into me eyes questioningly for seconds.
“What? But you…? Oh, you are such an idiot,” she laughed. “Are
you going to fuck me now?”
Fuck? Hell I’d never heard Jen use that one before.
“It will hurt,” I said. “We could wait until tomorrow for it to heal a
bit.”
“Adam,” she groaned. “You have to make love to me right now. Do
it. I want more than virgin’s blood on my panties and I want to feel you
shoot your sperm into me.”
I tried to be gentle. In fact she made sure I was because her legs
clamped over me forcefully, giving me little room to thrust and parry, as it
were. But I did move enough to press my pubic bone against her clit with
each inward push and to stroke my cock against her very tight vagina on the
way back.
“I think I’m going to come before you do, baby. Can you do
something?”
I felt her hand force its way between us and start to rub her clit quite
fast. Soon she was moaning as she had in the tub earlier. And soon too, my
cock was tingling the tingle of a man about to erupt.
“Ahhh,” she gasped as her whole body went taut and shudders took
over. That was enough to send me over the edge. For the first time in my
life, I was ejaculating, spurt after spurt deep inside the womb of a woman;
the woman I love.
We were both covered in a film of sweat as we lay together gasping
our individual pleasures, delighting in the fact that our union had finally
been consummated, just four days after an innocent brother and sister duo
set off on an innocent holiday together.
She began giggling. Her whole body rocked and when she finally
overcame the seizures, she gabbled, “God, I hope Mum and Dad aren’t
psychic.”
That set me off too. It had nothing to do about our parents. It had all
to do about the emotions of the commitment we had just cemented between
us.
“Was it good, darling?” She asked, stroking my cheek.
“Beyond belief,” I admitted. “It was a thousand times better than my
hand.”
That set her off again.
I had softened considerably and knew I would slip out at any moment
so I knelt up to supervise the withdrawal. The blood was bright red and
some of the sperm that had already seeped out had a pinkish hue. Most had
been caught by the panties, a little on the sheet. The least of our worries, I
thought.
I pulled backwards and saw a substantial glob of sperm drain out
then lesser amounts. My cock was slightly stained with her virginal proof
which she noticed. “Give him here to me,” she told me, leaning up on both
elbows.
“What?”
“He needs cleaning. I want to do it.”
I looked at her, not understanding.
“Adam, come here and let me clean your penis. Yes,” she nodded.
“In my mouth; it’s a girl’s duty.”
Who was I to argue against that so I crawled along her body losing a
couple of drops on the way until I straddled her chest and she took my cock
between two fingers and sucked him in. She grinned at me as she sucked.
Damn I was getting hard again.
“Want to do it again?”
“Yes but… we’ll have plenty of time,” I said as I laid down and
cuddled her. “It was incredible, Jen. Thank you. I never knew what a
wonderful feeling it would be, accepting your virginity like that.”
“You were very gentle, baby. Thank you.” Then with a smirk she
added, “It felt like a whole arm had been thrust up my pussy. God, you filled
me, baby.”
We kissed and cuddled, touched and tickled, enjoying our joint
afterglows, then slept.
“So, the union has been sealed,” a voice called.
I opened an eye to see Sandra leaning against the door frame. Jen
slept on. I nodded and closed my eye, snuggling into my love. Sandra left us
in peace.
It was dark when I felt Jen move. “Shh, be still,” I told her. “I’ll clean
you up then you can move.”
“Oh,” she whimpered, as I lifted her legs high and removed the
stained panties.
“Need some help, Casanova?” Sandra asked with a smirk.
“Not unless you want to press your lips against this,” I told her,
spreading Jen’s legs apart to show the dried blood and wet mess that was
left.
“Perhaps another time,” Sandra gagged, turning her nose up
animatedly. But she stayed to watch the process.
Jen’s pussy was covered in small stripes of dried virgin’s blood and
smears of sperm that hadn’t drained out. I knelt and pressed my lips against
the entrance, swishing my tongue from side to side, slurping the residues
away. It was the first time I’d tasted my own semen and decided it was a
good thing I was a man, not a woman. It wasn’t the taste but the thought
and I wondered how the ladies coped with swallowing a whole load.
But this was Jen’s pussy and no matter what the mess, I was happy to
be the cleaner. Every so often I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue
getting little chuckles of pleasure from her. She stroked my hair with her
fingers. Some of the dried stripes took some time to remove but eventually
she was clean.
“She needs a pad,” Sandra explained. “She’ll bleed for a few hours
yet. At least I did.”
“In my bag,” Jen instructed and Sandra brought one to me. I must
have looked nonplussed when she gave me a fresh pair of panties too.
“You put the panties on then slip the pad between her legs,” I was
instructed.
“Oh,” I nodded feeling stupid but, hey, I was on a learning curve
here.
“Under the panties, Dumbo.”
Once I got it right, Jen sat up and gave me marathon smooch that had
us both gasping for breath. “Thank you, you wonderful husband,” she said,
smiling into my face as her nose nuzzled my own.
“If only I were so young,” Sandra sighed.
“Your turn will come, lady,” I reminded her, “maybe sooner than you
think.”
She smiled and told us she’d prepared dinner.
Chapter Sixteen
We talked about many things, mostly chatter about nothing
important. Jen was in fine form, cheeky and happy and exuberant. Sandra
had changed from her usual in-charge attitude to one of quiet
contemplation, smiling at things that were said, answering sometimes but
saying little.
I looked at her while she was listening to Jen and thought something
was wrong. Had she had problems with her shopping duties; couldn’t find
the right nightdress? Maybe the thought of re-enacting her wedding night
had brought back sadness. I wasn’t sure but aimed to find out before the
night was over.
The wine was good and the food, simple though it was, went down
very well. It was past nine o’clock by the time we had cleaned up.
I checked with Jen about how she was feeling. “Any pain?”
“Pain? Why?”
“There was a certain part of your anatomy that got torn a little this
afternoon,” I reminded her.
“Oh, that little thing, no, it isn’t even sore. It must be the great lover I
took today, he was so gentle. He even surprised me with his abilities. I think
the bleeding has stopped already, too. There was just a small spot a while
back.”
“It was my honour, darling,” I assured her. Then I turned my
attention to Sandra.
“This is one of the rare times I’ve seen you dressed, Sandra. I like
your nudity, believe me, but a well dressed beautiful woman still has much
to offer one’s eye and you’re a beautiful woman.” She blushed profusely
and smiled shyly.
“Remember what I said earlier, Sandra?”
She looked at me blankly, her mind trying to work it out.
“Uhm, when was that?”
“I told you that if we were to proceed with what my dear wife talked
you into, I would expect you to divulge every naughty secret you keep
hidden in that mind of yours.”
She continued to blush, glancing at Jen then down at the table. She
couldn’t bring herself to look in my direction, obviously feeling ill at ease.
“And that begins from right now, Sandra. There’ll be lots of
questions and I expect a full and truthful answer to each one.” I was leaning
towards her, an elbow resting on the table very near her. I scratched a
fingernail over her breast, directly across the nipple. “No, don’t you dare
move away, Sandra. From now until you achieve your first vaginal orgasm,
which I expect won’t be until sometime tomorrow, you are ours.”
“Yours? I don’t understand.” A look of doubt spread across her face.
Maybe she was wondering what she was getting herself into. Two strangers
whom she’d met for the first time just earlier in the day, suddenly acting as
though they held her very life in their hands.
I continued looking directly into her eyes as I said, “Jen, what did
you promise when I married you?”
“I promised to obey you in every way, no matter what you
demanded.” Oh, that was well spoken, I thought happily.
“Sandra, do you really want to proceed? You seemed ready to accept
me as a provider of pleasure just a couple of hours ago. If what Jen told me
is true, you swooned at the sight of my penis, did you not?”
“Yes,” she admitted, swallowing nervously.
“Do you want that to happen still?”
“Yes.”
“Then you must understand that the pleasure comes with certain
rules; rules that I insist upon. Surely that’s fair, isn’t it?”
“Y… it… it scares me, that’s all. I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“I know it scared Jen too and she has many more unknowns to
encounter yet but she has carried out every demand so far, a couple quite
foreign to her until now.”
I let that sink in for a moment then continued.
“I need to tell you this, Sandra. If you desire the pleasures we spoke
about, some things will become very personal indeed. Things that bring
back memories of your earlier life, personal intimate things I will demand
details of. The re-opening of old memories may lead to sadness but the
ultimate goal I have is to give you pleasures you have not experienced in a
long time. That is both mine and Jen’s hopes, I promise you. You have been
so very good to us when we needed your help and we both want to return
something to you as our way of saying thanking you.”
“Oh, it sounds so daunting. I’m not afraid of you, please believe that.
I’m afraid of me, of how I might react when I have to commit everything.”
“It can’t have been easy living on your own all these years without
any real company. We want to show our love to you and maybe it will be
only the beginning of a more fulfilling life in the future.”
“You do make it sound so easy but what you said about secrets… of
course I have secrets, surely you do too. No-one likes to divulge personal
things to others, and it makes me feel somehow, like a traitor to Brian.”
“That’s part of the game, my dear,” I said reassuringly. “Giving up
those secrets might be the very thing you need to break out of your
widowhood. Think about that for a moment.” God, I hoped she would
finally say yes. I wanted to have her very soul in my hands.
“If you want to proceed, return your breast to where it was, Sandra,”
I told her in a slow, firm voice.
She looked at both Jen and I then pushed her chest towards the table
so my finger was touching the bust line of her dress.
I scratched across the point of her nipple several times, looking
straight into her eyes. She never backed away this time.
“What name did Brian call you when you were having sex together,
Sandra?”
The room was absolutely silent. Were we all holding our breathe, I
wondered.
“Sandy. He always called me Sandy.”
“And what was your favourite name for him?”
“Oh, God,” she sighed, her eyes closed. Yes she was remembering
days gone by. “Tig. It was short for Tiger because that’s the way he was
when we… when we made love. Oh, dear,” she murmured as she wiped a
tear from her eye.
“Were you a virgin on your wedding night, Sandra?”
“Yes…,” then with a stammer she admitted, “No, not then.”
“When did it happen and with whom?”
“Oh, it was Tig… Brian. There was never anyone before him. But
we began to have sex before he married me.”
“How soon before?”
Another sigh. “I was almost fifteen,” she whispered. Then a little
louder. “He was the same age as me. He wasn’t breaking the law,” she
assured us.
“Did he satisfy you?”
She didn’t answer as tears welled up again.
“Sandra?”
She shook her head slightly. “Not always but I never… I never
complained because he was so gentle. I did love him, truly I did.”
“I know you did, baby. Don’t cry; we understand it hurts to talk like
this but we want you to talk about it, Sandra. What did he do that gave you
the most pleasure? I need the details.”
She sat with her face looking downwards, silent as she thought.
“I suppose when he gave me oral sex. I usually had an orgasm then.
Oh, I’ve never told anyone that, not even Brian.”
“But surely he knew when you climaxed?”
“He thought I did it every time we made love.”
“And you never told him?”
“How could I? He was proud of the way he made love. I could never
tell him. I tried to show him but well, he never understood, really. It didn’t
matter though. Just doing those things was enough.”
“Thank you for being so honest. I have just one more question. What
kind of sex did he like the most?”
She looked up at me, and I could see the shock. Should she tell the
truth? Could she?
She shook her head and sighed.
“It isn’t easy to talk about it. We had… he wanted me to… he liked
me to give him fellatio. Oh, God,” she cried and ran to the bathroom.
“You’re trying too hard, Adam,” Jen told me. “It’s too much for
her.”
She was probably right but I wanted to know everything and I was
going to press on.
Ten minutes later she returned, red-eyed and sniffing.
“You must think we were pathetic,” she told us as a loud sob rose
from her throat.
Jen stood and held the crying woman in her arms. “Calm yourself,
Sandra. We understand, really we do and neither of us think any the worse
of you. Sometimes, men’s desires are over the top but that’s a burden
women have to bear.” She finally eased her back into the chair.
“Sorry,” she sighed, then actually smiled down at me. “You are a
voyeur, Adam, that’s what, asking all these very private questions. It’s
embarrassing.”
“Yep, it’s true and you haven’t heard the last of that side of me
either.”
“Oh, God,” she sighed and smiled wryly at Jen. “Looks like you
certainly have a burden to carry, Jennie.”
I sighed silently. She was finally coming around.
Chapter Seventeen
I didn’t want to put her under further pressure for the moment, so I
looked at my watch and suggested it was bedtime.
“Sandra, you can go in first. Take a quick shower and put on a
nightie then snuggle under the covers.” As she turned to go, I added, “Oh,
yes, make sure the nightie is pulled up around your armpits.”
“What?” She asked, a stunned look on her face.
“You heard. Go.”
“You’re a dirty bastard,” Jen whispered with a smile, falling into my
arms as we kissed frantically. “You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”
I ran my hands up her legs and tickled her thighs each side of her
panties, feeling the pad as well. “Poor dear,” I sighed. “Do you want me to
fuck you in front of Sandra?”
“No, that would be too gross… for her.”
“Not for you?”
“Well, I really haven’t experienced anyone watching me get fucked
before today, Adam. Come to think of it, I haven’t been fucked before
today, have I?”
“Not unless you’ve had sex with a worm-sized cock,” I suggested,
raising my eyebrows questioningly.
“Probably wouldn’t have felt it so how can I answer?”
The shower had stopped and we gave Sandra a few minutes to ready
herself then without knocking we both entered.
She was laying in the centre of her bed, her eyes watching every
move we took.
I sat on the edge of the bed and rested my hand on her hip while Jen
stripped off and held her pad up for us both to see just a small spot of blood.
She had obviously stopped bleeding. Then she showered and I followed her.
As I lifted the covers I was pleased to see the naked body beside me,
her nightie well above her breasts. She was blushing furiously.
“Don’t know why you’re embarrassed, Sandra. We’ve seen you just
as naked already.”
“But that was in the hot tub, not in bed beside two strangers.”
“Touché,” I agreed with a smile tucking myself in. Jen laid on the
other side of the bed.
I turned on my side, resting on an elbow. “I guess the last time you
had a man beside you in bed was when, ten years ago?”
“Oh, no, probably a few weeks ago, actually,” Sandra responded,
with a sly smile.
I saw Jen’s eyes open wider in surprise.
“You’d better tell us about that, Sandra. Have you been untruthful?”
“Of course not.”
“Details please. We are both intrigued.”
“I’ll say,” Jen added, giving the smiling woman a dig in the ribs.
“Look, sometimes, my brother comes to stay and he shares my bed,”
she explained then seeing the look on our faces, she blushed and added,
“Nothing happens. We don’t do anything like that,” she gulped.
“Anything like what?”
“He doesn’t touch me, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“A grown man sleeps in the same bed as a grown woman and he
doesn’t touch you? Come on, Sandra, who’s kidding who?” I had every
reason to believe her but the teasing was wonderful.
“He is my brother. You don’t expect me to…?”
“What about him? Surely he gets excited? I’ll bet he gets an erection
every time.”
She was silent for quite a time. “Maybe,” she admitted under duress.
“But that doesn’t mean we do anything.”
“Imagine what he’s going through,” I suggested. “I’m assuming he’s
single too?”
“Yes, his wife died a few years ago, not long before Brian.”
“A healthy, forty-something man with an erection. Doesn’t that tell
you something, Sandra? Don’t you understand men have certain needs? In
fact I’d say his needs are far more urgent than yours are even right now yet
you’ve done nothing to help your own brother?”
I caught Jen’s eyes smiling at me. She was enjoying this as much as I
was.
“No, I couldn’t. That’s incest.”
“Incest; is that so bad between mature adults? Who the hell would it
hurt? And a man with an erection; I remember your reaction when you saw
mine. You wanted it, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but…”
“Did you want his as well? Did it look inviting?”
I could see her mind was going through all sorts of humiliations.
“Please don’t Adam. It’s too embarrassing, talking about my brother
like this.”
“You haven’t answered my question, Sandra. Were you excited
when you saw your brother with an erection?”
She laid still, not answering so I took it a step further.
“Did you want him to do this, Sandra?” And I stroked my hand over
her breast.
She flinched and moaned softly but never tried to stop me.
“I was excited when I saw these, Sandra. I wanted to touch you when
I saw you naked. It’s a natural force, Sandra, the sight of the opposite sex,
unclothed. You really wanted him to do this, didn’t you?”
Her face was screwed up, her eyes clenched shut and she actually
nodded; it was slight but it was a nod.
My hand still moved over her breast as I whispered into her ear,
“Then why didn’t you let him?”
We were all silent so I tweaked her nipple.
“Why?”
“Because… because he… he never tried,” she sobbed, the tears now
flowing.
“But you wanted him to?”
“Yes.”
“Him specially or just someone, anyone?”
Silence again then a soft, “Anyone. Oh, God, you have no idea how
lonely… how terrible it is not having anyone to be intimate with. It’s been
so long.”
“No-one since Brian?”
“No, none. It just didn’t seem right.”
“So what made you so shy when your brother stayed over? Even he
would be better than no-one.”
“Oh, why can’t you understand? It’s so… so disgusting, incest. We
never, at least I never thought of it when we were younger but lately, well
over the last year or so, I would have let him do anything just to feel a man’s
touch again.”
“You should have told him or touched him yourself. Do you think he
would have let you, his own sister, have sex with him?”
“Maybe. He never seemed to cover himself up but I thought that was
because we were family. Now I’m not sure. Maybe he would.”
All the while I was pressing her for answers, Jen was watching
closely, her eyes hardly leaving my face and there was excitement there.
She was aroused, no doubt about it.
“Does this feel nice, Sandra?” I was stroking both breasts, nibbling
her nipples with my fingertips. “Or maybe you’d like a woman to make love
to you. Perhaps one of your close friends could share your bed?”
“Oh, you are so damned sure of yourself, aren’t you, Adam
Gardiner? How could I ever ask one of my friends to do that? Soon it would
be spread all over the village and I’d be a laughing stock.”
“Not with a good friend, you wouldn’t.”
I nodded to Jen and felt one of her hands touch mine. Then we were
stroking a breast each. It took Sandra a while before she recognized the fact.
“Oh,” she gasped and tried to pull away from Jen.
“Remain still, Sandra. Jen is only trying to make you happy, just as I
am.”
“But… she’s a woman.”
“I’m very pleased she is, otherwise I’d be married to a man. That
would be a bit of a shock when we got into bed together. Personally I don’t
relish the fact of getting it on with someone with dangly bits between their
legs. I’m so glad you are right about Jen.”
This brought the first smile of the evening.
“You still haven’t answered my question. Does this feel nice or do
you want us to stop?”
“N… no, please don’t… don’t stop, I mean. It’s the nicest I’ve felt in
years, believe me,” she sighed and looked at Jen and I in turn.
I slipped my hand lower, leaving Jen to stroke both breasts. Sandra
was well aware of where I was heading. My finger tickled her belly button
then moved on until I was combing her hairs with my fingers. They were
quite crinkly, not soft like Jen’s but then, I thought, these ones have had
something like twenty years more to get coarser. Still, it was interesting,
stroking an almost total stranger’s secret forest.
“Will I go further?” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she sighed. I had been given total freedom.
But I kept her waiting… and wondering. My finger flicked
downwards occasionally but not as far as her slit. She sighed with each
flick, maybe hoping this would be the one that touched her. Then, very
slowly I allowed one fingertip to tickle its way beyond the hairs.
She knew this was it but that couldn’t stop the heavy jerk her body
gave as I stroked my finger down her slit.
“Oh,” she gasped at the same moment.
“Do you want me to stop, Sandra?”
“Nng… no,” she whimpered. “Oh, my God, no, please don’t stop.”
I smiled across to Jen and saw she was enjoying herself immensely.
Well, at least she wasn’t the jealous type.
I hadn’t even come close to her clit yet her whole body was shivering
as though she was about to come and I didn’t want that to happen, not
tonight, anyhow.
So I did stop, much against her wishes no doubt, for a long moan of
displeasure rose towards the ceiling.
“You mustn’t come, Sandra,” I told her.
“Yes, please, I need it so much.”
“If you come before I say you can, we’ll both leave at that very
moment and there’ll be no more. Do you understand?” By now my hand had
returned to her breast which must have been nice for her because she was
sighing almost silently, her eyes closed, taking in what small pleasures there
were.
“Oh, you don’t understand… it’s killing me. Please help me,” she
pleaded.
I returned my hand to her sex and slowly pushed inside. There was
no holding her this time as her body jerked and she moaned aloud.
“Don’t come, Sandra,” I warned.
“I can’t help it. I need it so much. Please let me come, just once.”
“There’s only one way for you to experience that tonight, Sandra.”
“Yesss, anything,” she hissed between clenched teeth.
I flung the covers back and off us all which shocked Jen as much as
it did Sandra.
“There’s only one way, Sandra. Do you want it that way?”
“Yes, anything,” she repeated.
I removed my hand completely.
“Then do it yourself,” I said, removing all contact with her pubis.
“Nooo,” she wailed, reaching for my hand.
“Do it, Sandra. Masturbate for us. We both want to watch.”
She was silent for a moment then cried, “Oh, God, no-one ever saw
me like this,” but it didn’t stop her from placing a hand over her vulva and
rubbing fingers over her clit as though there was no tomorrow.
My eye caught Jen’s and she returned her hand to the breast nearest
her. I copied and all three of us gave Sandra her desperately needed relief.
It didn’t take long. The older woman’s eyes were clenched tight and
her hand gave friction to her little pearl, moving so fast it was a blur. But we
could both see the time was near. Saliva dribbled down the side of her
mouth and she was jerking up and down, moaning loudly, our presence
making no difference now.
“Huh, ugh,” then she shuddered for several seconds and with a large
gasp of satisfaction she sighed and whispered as though to herself, “Oh,
God I needed that so much.” She lay still, her breathing still fast and deep as
her release slowly subsided. “Thank you, my dears,” she finally said as she
smiled at us both.
“Oh, we haven’t finished yet, Sandra.”
“Oh?” She queried.
“Make love to Jennie, Sandra. Send her into heaven as well.”
The woman pushed herself up on one elbow and looked sickly at me.
“No, I’ve never done that, not with another woman.”
“Then you have a new experience to enjoy tonight, don’t you?”
She looked purposefully at Jen and asked, “Have you ever done it…
with a girl, Jennie?”
“No, not all the way, anyway. Just a couple of touches at school,
that’s all.”
“But you have to be the seducer, Sandra. Don’t rely on her to show
you how,” I reminded her.
She looked at my sister and asked shyly, “Do you want to, Jennie?”
“It’s not a matter of what she wants, Sandra, it’s what I want. Now
you’d better begin or I’ll punish you. You know what that means.”
“Oh, God,” the woman moaned and reached out her hand to Jen.
“Come here, my dear. It looks as though we both have something to learn
today.”
“What are you going to do?” Jen asked as though she was innocent
of all matters sexual.
“I want to touch you, Jennie, the way women touch each other. Let
me kiss you, darling.”
Oh, God, Vesuvius was swelling to full erection and they had hardly
done anything. It was as though I didn’t even exist in the room, as though
they were alone and beginning a secret liaison. Only my eyes were present.
Jen laid herself against Sandra and let the older woman stroke her
sides and breast as they kissed, at first tentatively, then more intensely until
they were mashing their lips together, seeking the other’s passions. Their
breathing was fast and hard as both women succumbed to their own
pleasures.
Then she knelt up and began to suck one of Jen’s breasts, cupping
the other with her hand. There was no doubt that Jen was enjoying the
attention.
Slowly, as she changed breasts with her mouth, the other hand began
to slide down Jen’s body, past her belly button to cup the younger girl’s
vulva. I wasn’t sure how Jen would take to lesbian sex but she looked
absolutely drawn into the act as she laid back on the pillow, her eyes closed
and little meows of pleasure slipping from her lips.
When Sandra’s fingers began to stroke her slit, Jen pushed her heels
into the bed and lifted her cunt to press harder against the woman’s hand.
At the same time she spread her knees and gave absolute admittance to her
newly reamed pussy.
By now, Sandra had swung herself around so her face was pressed
against Jen’s pussy, giving a myriad of little love-pecks. Jen adored the
attention and her moans became louder.
Sandra’s bottom was pointing directly towards me and I had the
perfect bird’s-eye view of her parted pussy lips as she slurped her way along
Jen’s slit. Sandra’s attention to her partner’s pleasure proved beyond a
doubt that she was just as much a wanton as my own dear sexy Jen.
Jen’s eyes looked up at me, a smug look of pleasure combined with a
drowsy look of satisfaction. She made to clutch hold of Vesuvius but I
slapped her hand and shook a finger at her.
The slurping sounds Sandra made as she lathed Jen’s sex, combined
with the sighs and moans of pleasure rising from Jen’s lips was sweet, sweet
music. I was moved to distraction by the lesbian scene before me and the
fact that my rock-hard cock was poking purposefully up towards the
glistening pussy before me sent my mind into overdrive. I was on the verge
of mounting Sandra there and then until sense prevailed.
Instead I cupped the wet hairy slit and allowed a finger to find the
hard little nub. Jen watched my action up close and personal for her face
was between Sandra’s widespread thighs and at one time she stroked the
backs of my fingers as though giving her approval.
Sandra flinched but never ceased her loving of my beautiful sister.
But her moans grew louder and she pushed back against my finger. She too
was nearing her climax and this wasn’t the time. I withdrew the finger but
continued to cup her vulva while my thumb stroked her pouting anus. The
only thing that had touched this spot in maybe ten or more years was
probably the softness of toilet paper, I thought and smiled inwardly.
“Oh, God,” Jen moaned as her body began to shudder in the rapture
of orgasm. One of Sandra’s hands swept back and cupped Jen’s breast,
manipulating the nipple while the girl continued her cries of pleasure. Then
all was quiet except for deep breathing that came from both women.
I gave them a few minutes especially for Jen to glory in the afterglow
then slapped Sandra’s rear end.
“Time to change places, girls,” I directed.
“Wh… what?” Jen gasped as though drugged and looked
uncomprehending up at me.
“I think it’s time Sandra received some reciprocal loving. On your
back, Sandra babe, and spread yourself. Jen, it’s time to learn how to
provide the pleasures of cunnilingus. Come on, over the top and use your
tongue.” It took a few moments for my new ‘wife’ to take in the full
meaning of my instruction but then the light dawned and that sly twinkle of
mischief became evident.
“Well, lover,” she whispered to Sandra just loud enough for me to
hear. “This time I get to lick your pussy, sweetie. I hope I can please you as
much as you did for me.” She lowered her face and soon the same slurpy
sounds rose to my ears and Sandra began her little moans of lust. Now Jen’s
arsehole and pussy were on display and after a few moments of watching
the lesbians at work it became too much for Vesuvius, whom I might add,
stood up to his name magnificently, and I knelt behind Jen and entered her
like a male animal in heat.
Sandra was in the throes of growing arousal but her eyes zeroed in
on what was happening just inches above her face. As I thrust in and out, an
action I found very pleasurable, my balls rocked back and forth just
brushing Sandra’s nose. It made her giggle and she lifted a hand and
brushed against the sensitive package with each thrust.
Jennie squeaked with joy, the sound distorted as it rose through her
nose, for her mouth was still clamped tightly over Sandra’s vagina and her
tongue never ceased annoying the woman’s hard little clitoris.
Three people, each in the mists of upcoming orgasm, rocked as one.
I couldn’t believe I would ever find myself in a three-way sexual
fantasy yet here I was actually manipulating the goings-on. And how
wonderful Jen’s pussy felt each time I thrust inside. It was smooth as silk
and I was sure the sheath was actually clutching my cock with each
withdrawal. She was so tight which made the sensations all the more
incredible.
“Oh, you’re making me cum,” Sandra finally gasped and her body
shook with the pleasures that roared to every nerve end.
For some reason I still hadn’t ejaculated despite the strong thrusting I
was inflicting on both Vesuvius and Jen’s pussy. Once Sandra finished her
writhing, Jen’s lips released the sopping pussy and her head arched
upwards, her squeaks increasing to load moans of ecstasy. Sandra lifted a
hand and began to rub Jen’s clit hard and fast which was the cause of the
second coming, this time Jen’s.
Like Sandra, Jennie’s climax lasted quite a while before the noise
eased and her body calmed down but she made no move to pull away from
my cock which was still doing its duty.
I kept thrusting, growling the growl of the male in heat. I was pretty
proud of myself actually, outlasting both women and still having the staying
power to thrust deeper and harder. But the end was near.
Sandra remained still, her face concentrating on the scene above her.
In the very last moment, the coup de grace roared through my brain.
“Sandra, make sure you catch every drop. Don’t miss or else,” I
roared just as the first surge of semen shot through my tube and into Jen’s
pussy. I kept pace with each spurt for the next two or three and then pulled
out and allowed the more feeble ones splash against Jen’s pussy lips and
then trail down to drip onto Sandra’s face.
While my cock was still quite hard, I laid the wet tip against
Sandra’s nose and let the residuals ooze out. Sandra was doing a fine job of
catching the lot. Her fingers were active catching any trail that had begun to
run down over her cheeks and wiping them into her mouth. Then just as a
large glob began to drain from Jen’s pussy, she lifted her head and clamped
her lips over the wet labia, catching all the discharge. She used her hands
now to clasp Jen’s bottom cheeks so she could hold the pose as she sucked
and slurped everything Jen had to offer.
Finally it was time to pull her away from the proverbial Fountain of
Youth; well I’m a man, of course my sperm is every bit as important as any
Fountain of Youth. She released Jen’s pussy reluctantly. As she laid her
head back on the bed, with her finger, she swept another small discharge
that had just emerged from Jen’s slit.
Finally the room was silent. I’d slumped back onto the bed,
absolutely stuffed and all I wanted was sleep. I closed my eyes but almost
immediately there was movement and I felt something wet clasp my cock.
“What? What’s that?” I asked dully.
“Go to sleep, babe, the source of all pleasure needs cleaning, that’s
all,” I heard Jen whisper in my ear then a quick glance showed Sandra
engulfing my limpness between her lips as she removed the last vestiges of
my discharge. It felt nice for those few seconds I remained awake.
Chapter Eighteen
It took a moment before I realised what had woken me. It was the
movements going on in the bed. It was the women, both of them, moving
about and shaking the whole bed something fierce.
I had to raise my head then saw the reason. They were snogging.
They were kissing each other so desperately, so passionately that my whole
world was shaking. And they were whispering.
“Do you think we should wake him and tell him straight away?”
This, from Jennie.
“No, let’s wait. He should be wide awake so he can understand.”
“It’ll hurt him, Sandra. I know it will.”
“You do want to go ahead with this, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Of course I do. After last night, nothing could stop me from loving
you, my darling. We just have to be strong and try to break it to him gently.
Oh, I did love him so but the way you made me feel… I’ve never felt so
sure of anything before this. I want to spend my life and my love with you,
my love.”
“Me too, darling. Me too,” Sandra whispered back.
“You’ll never send me away, will you?” I heard Jen’s voice ask in
anguish.
“You know I won’t ever. We are a couple now, babe and I couldn’t
bear to be apart from you, ever.”
“Oh, I love you so much, Sandra. That’s exactly how I feel about you
too. I wish we could make love again, right here, right now.”
“Better wait, he’ll wake up soon and we can get everything over
once and for all.”
“I do feel so sorry for him. We were really in love you know.”
“Of course you were but that’s all changed, hasn’t it? We’ve both
learned how wonderful girl sex is. It’s what we both need.”
“It is wonderful, my love,” whispered Jen which made my heart sink
to the very depths of despair.
I was now wide awake and in shock. I lifted myself up and found
them still in each other’s arms from which they quickly broke looking as
guilty as hell.
“What’s going on?” I asked without losing my cool.
Sandra still held Jen’s hand and they looked into each other’s eyes
then Jen began.
“Adam, look, there’s something I have to tell you. We need to talk.”
“What? Talk? Talk about what? What’s going on here?” I demanded
a little more forcefully, standing up, naked though I was, and stared down at
them. They looked distinctly ill at ease.
“I love her, Adam. I love Sandra and she loves me. We’ve become
lovers.”
For a moment I was struck wordless. The words hit me in the gut like
nothing else in my entire life.
“Lovers? Jen you love me, remember? We gave each other our vows.
How can you…? How can you even think of breaking those words just like
that? You’re not a lesbian, God knows, I know you’re not.” Then I looked
fiercely at Sandra. “It’s you, isn’t it? It’s all your idea.”
“Yes, I guess it is. See sweetie, I told you he’d be like this, didn’t I?”
“I’d be like what? What do you mean, Sandra?”
“What she means, my dear Adam, is that she said you wouldn’t trust
me to stay faithful to you and I think she’s right. All I had to do was make a
little suggestion of love for someone else and you jumped to conclusions,
didn’t you?”
I had no idea what she was trying to tell me. It didn’t make any
sense.
“For crying out loud, you two witches, what does all that mean?”
“It means, dear boy,” Sandra began and then Jen joined in as well,
“Gotcha!” Then they writhed together on the bed, shrieking with laughter,
tears flowing down their cheeks, mirth unlimited. It was the greatest joke on
earth, according to them.
Well it wasn’t to me.
“You pair of heartless bitches,” I screamed at them, seething with
anger so much that I found my whole body shaking. “You led me on to
think Jen had decided to go all lezzie and was leaving me. Well, I fail to see
the hilarity in that whatsoever. You damned females, you’re both going to
pay for this, believe me,” I growled and walked out the door and jumped
into the spa which was already bubbling away and was as hot as Hades.
They must have switched it on earlier.
It didn’t take the girls long to sneak a look at me around the door
frame and I saw Jen whisper something to Sandra with a very worried look
on her face. Then they took courage and began to walk to me.
“Sandra, bring me the heaviest leather belt you have and make it
quick,” I snapped. “Jennifer, you get your naked ass over the frame of this
spa and get ready for the beating of your life, you sneaky little bitch.”
Deep down I was ecstatic. The dread of losing her had turned
completely in my favour and they were the ones who, hopefully, had the
fear of old nick running through their heads right now. I saw Jen creeping
closer with a look of contrition on her face.
“Adam, I… we didn’t mean…”
“Shut your face, young lady, you’ve done enough for one day, now
it’s my turn to extract justice. Lay your tits over the edge of the spa and
spread your legs wide, real wide, understand? Sandra, where the hell are
you? Get out here now,” I shouted loudly.
“Adam, we didn’t mean to upset you,” Jen whimpered as she
stretched herself over the edge.
“Just hold your tongue, Miss, or should I say, Mrs?”
Sandra arrived with a strap at least two inches wide but not very
thick. “Is this all you could find? This wouldn’t harm the ass off a
mosquito,” I growled as I took it from her. “Maybe I should wallop your tits
instead of your asses.” Sandra stood speechless, dumbstruck by my attitude.
So I added another little bit of spice.
“And you, madam, if you think you’re going to be pleasured by a real
man’s cock today, think again. That’s all in the past.”
“Nooo,” Sandra gasped and fell to the pathway on her knees.
“Adam, it was all my idea,” Jen added as she began to stand up.
“Get back where you are supposed to be, woman,” I snapped just as I
slapped the folded belt across my palm with a mighty crack. The damned
belt was so soft I hardly felt the sting at all which suited me admirably
because I had no intention of hurting either woman.
I stepped out of the spa, water streaming down my legs onto the path.
“Right, you’re first, my so-called dear wife. Fifty strokes and then I’ll
decide how many more to give after that.”
Sandra pleaded Jen’s case and Jen’s face had turned a distinct shade
of white as she glanced backwards to see the strap raised ready to strike.
She actually whimpered but made no effort to move.
“It’s at this point I should tell you to begin counting the strokes,” I
explained, “but instead what I will do is say… ‘Gotcha back’.”
It actually took several seconds before the light dawned. Jen looked
across at Sandra and then both looked at me just as the penny dropped.
Jen let out the screech of all screeches and flew at me with fists
flying towards my chest. I had to fend her off with both arms outstretched
pushing against her chest until she calmed a little.
Sandra was actually crying. A flood of tears fell down her cheeks
which she ineffectually wiped away as she sniffled her heart out. I felt a bit
of a cad then.
“Sorry girls, really I am,” I apologised in my most sincere voice.
“I hate you, Adam Gardiner,” Jen spat at me but I could see the
colour returning with a look of relief in her eyes.
“I love you, babe,” I responded and tried to pull her into my arms.
She fought me off for a moment then suddenly caved in and laid herself
against me. “Sorry, my darling,” she whispered as she reached her lips up to
kiss me.
“Adam,” Sandra called across the short distance she was from me.
“Adam, you wouldn’t leave me, would you?”
I read that as ‘You’ll still shag me, won’t you?’ and gave her a smile
that said, ‘Spread your legs, baby, I’m comin’ after you’.
“What, before we make love? Not a chance, babe, it’s still on, I
promise. But first, we need to strengthen ourselves. Let’s do breakfast, eh?”
They smiled and so did I with the thought that the one-upmanship
war was over and we were all lovers again.
Chapter Nineteen
As soon as the breakfast dishes had been cleared away, Sandra’s
demeanour changed to that of the demure young virgin. She followed me
around like a little puppy and attended to anything she thought I might need.
A pencil to work on a crossword I had no intention of doing, a towel in case
I wanted to jump in the spa, even offering to make herself vanish in case Jen
and I needed some time together.
“Adam,” Jen nudged me with an almost silent whisper. “She’s
waiting to get laid.”
“Oh, shit, is that what’s bothering her? Then we’d better get on with
it, hadn’t we?” I think Jen was just as eager as Sandra.
“Sandra,” I said in a casual voice.
“Yes, Adam, is there anything you need? Let me get it for you?”
“Sandra,” I said with a voice that meant she should stop and listen to
what I was about to say.
“Oh, sorry, what is it?”
“I think the time has arrived.”
“The time…? I don’t…Oh,” she gasped almost silently and we both
saw her face flush crimson. “Oh, you mean…”
“I think I do. What did you think I meant?”
That caused the crimson to change to brilliant cerise as I continued,
“I was just thinking that you might like to…”
“Yes, please,” she gushed and then stopped suddenly.
“Make me a cup of tea,” I continued nonchalantly. Jen dug me in the
ribs but I gave no indication of feeling it.
“Tea? Oh… Oh, yes, alright,” and she rushed to fill the kettle.
“Sandra, he’s just teasing you. He wants to make love to you,” Jen
piped up, spoiling all the fun I was having.
Sandra stopped absolutely still as she stood at the sink, looking
straight out the window.
“You really do want to, Adam?” she asked, not daring to look around
at me.
“Well if we don’t do something fairly soon, you’re going to have
kittens so I think its best that we start, don’t you?”
“You mean now? Right now?”
“Is that a problem?”
“No… it’s just that… are you sure you want to do this, Adam?” She
still hadn’t turned from the window and Jen was getting a fit of the giggles,
I could see it coming.
“Oh, definitely. You might take a look at my equipment; that will
confirm everything.”
“Your equipment? Confirm what?” In a semi-dazed state she turned
swiftly around, her hands clutching the edge on the sink behind her.
It was all too much for Jen and the giggles rose to tear filling laughter
as she tried to stop herself. She had no chance.
“Oh, God you’ve been having me on, haven’t you? Perhaps you
should go right now,” the poor woman blurted as she made a quick exit to
the bathroom.
“No, Sandra wait,” Jen called after her then barged through the
closed bathroom door.
I could hear her apologising interspersed with Sandra’s heavy sobs.
Oh, God, I’ve got to sort this out, I told myself and joined the two ladies.
Without saying a word I drew the weeping woman to me and let her get
some of the hurt out of her system before I said anything.
“I was playing with you, baby, but not because I didn’t want to make
love to you. It was just so obvious you wanted things to happen and I was
teasing your anxiety, that’s all it was. Jennifer here, in her unsympathetic
way, knew that too and found it hilarious.”
“Sandra, that’s not true,” Jen jumped in as I knew she would. I could
see the daggers flying from her to me. Damn fine woman, my sister, I smiled
inwardly at her ferocity.
“If you’re still wondering whether or not I want to love you, give me
your hand and I’ll prove it,” I whispered in Sandra’s ear.
She actually held her hand up without really thinking and I pressed it
against Vesuvius. Thankfully, he had been rather impressive all morning,
anticipating what was about to happen.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped, looking up into my eyes.
“Sorry I was silly, I know. We both were, but you’ve got to see how
humorous you looked to us, knowing what must have been going through
your mind.”
“You really want to, don’t you, Adam?”
“Most definitely, for the hundredth time,” I added.
“And you, Jennie? You are still happy for him to do it too?”
“It was my suggestion, sweetie,” Jen reminded her then reached up
and kissed her on the cheek. “I think you should get ready, don’t you?”
“Ready? Oh, yes. Yes, I should. You’ll have to leave, Adam.”
“I’ll be waiting, babe,” I said, kissing her ear lobe.
Chapter Twenty
Jen held her hand and ushered her to the bed. I have to say, she made
a great choice of nightdress. It held her breasts firmly and showed the
contour of her body very clearly. It was white as a bride’s attire should be
and she looked very desirable.
“Why aren’t you naked, Adam? You have duties to perform,” Jen
accused with a sly smile.
“Of which I’m well aware but I thought the bride might like to
discover for herself, the man’s attributes.”
“He wants you to feel him up, I think, Sandra,” Jen explained
impishly.
That eased much of the tension Sandra was going through.
“Oh, should I really? I mean I don’t know what a man’s body really
looks like, do I?”
“Yeah, right, lady,” I groaned sarcastically. “Come here, Little Miss
Innocent,” and I tugged her arm so that she fell across my knees. I held her
to me with my left hand and with the other, laid three fairly hard and loud
spanks across her bottom. Well, I’d wanted to do this from the beginning
because it was such a spankable bottom and her reaction was exactly as I’d
expected.
Shock at first, then protection as she tried to fend off my swats and
finally, indignation at what I had just done.
“If you want my love, you will do just as I say, do you understand?”
She became perfectly still and then in an almost little girl’s voice,
agreed. “Yes, Sir, I promise I will be good.”
“On your knees then, in front of me.”
She scurried to obey and Jen sat down beside me, not sure of what I
was doing.
“Place your hand on my cock, Sandra.” Then I added, “No, inside,
on the bare.”
Sandra used both hands to undo the zipper and found my cock
straining at the opening as if trying to escape. She slid inside and her hand
enclosed his hardness.
“Who’s is bigger, Sandra?”
She looked up, uncomprehending. “What? I don’t understand.”
“Mine or your brothers? Who’s is the biggest?”
She blushed beautifully then leaned down and kissed the tip of my
cock, still encased in her fingers. “Oh, no question about it, this beauty
beats his by inches,” she sniggered as she looked back into my eyes.
That made me feel good. “And Brian’s?”
Her face seemed to look into the distance. Then her gaze returned to
me. “I’m sorry, Adam, maybe we shouldn’t…”
“You have no choice, Sandra. Answer the question.”
“Adam…” Jen interrupted.
“Be quiet, Jennifer,” I snapped. “Well, Sandra?”
“I… I think his was, Adam, but it was so long ago. But yours is
definitely fatter, harder.”
“And he liked you to suck him off rather that fuck you?”
“Yes,” she replied with a far-away voice.
“Did you swallow?”
Another silence then, “You mean his sperm? Yes, always. He
insisted.”
“How often did he fuck you?” I felt Jen nudge her elbow into my ribs
but disregarded it.
“Not very often. He usually wanted my mouth. It… It’s difficult to
talk about this, Adam,” she added in a small voice. “He was my husband.
We had secrets and I did love and respect him.”
But I had no intention of giving up now. It was so very sexy making
an almost total stranger divulge such intimacies. “So how did you get your
satisfaction, your sexual satisfaction?”
“Sometimes he used his hand, I guess but mostly I was happy to
make him happy. I got used to not achieving an orgasm.”
“So you sucked him often and got an occasional fuck which I’m now
assuming never gave you a climax, is that how it was?”
“Yes, very close to what our love-making was, I guess,” she replied
with a sigh and a tear that almost overflowed until she wiped it away.
“And your third hole? How often there?” Jen put her hand on my
thigh and pinched me but again I disregarded her intentions.
This time I was sure she didn’t understand. “Anal sex, Sandra. How
often?”
“Oh, God, I can’t”
“Then we best go, Jen,” I stated purposefully and stood to leave.
“No, please don’t go, Adam. Please love me. I’ll tell you anything, I
promise,” she gasped pleadingly, her face crimson with embarrassment.
“So?”
“He used me that way a few times. It hurt real bad and I think he
actually enjoyed doing it because of that.” This time the tears overflowed
although she didn’t weep.
“You never liked anal sex at all?”
“I hated it. It was so filthy.”
“Did he fuck your breasts? They really are made for fucking, you
know.”
“Sometimes when I had my periods he did but it wasn’t very
successful I always ended up giving him fellatio.”
“Masturbation?”
“Me? Oh, I guess so, when I really needed to?”
“I mean, how often did you do it to him?”
“To Brian? Oh, God, Adam, when is this going to end? Please no
more.”
“Yes, more. As much as I want, understand? If you want me you will
do whatever I want, just as you promised. Unless you begin to co-operate
properly, we’re leaving. Do you want that?’
“Adam, stop it,” Jen screeched at me pulling me away so that
Susan’s hand slipped off my cock.
“Jennifer, the same goes for you too. Fucking her was totally your
idea so you’d better understand you are under the same conditions. Right
now, the condition is that you shut up and stay that way. Understand?” I
snarled and she saw the look in my eyes.
Then it hit me. I must be crazy talking like this to the girl I love most
dearly, even if she is my sister. I stood and turned away from her, disgusted
with myself.
“I understand, Adam,” she capitulated, reading my action quite the
opposite of what I was thinking. I looked at her and realised both women
were prepared to follow my wishes. I was their god right at this moment.
“Then strip yourself naked, right now,” I hissed and she began
immediately. I sat back on the bed and growled at Sandra, “Get you hand
around my cock, woman. Hold it as though it was the most precious gift
you’ve ever held.” Her hand slipped inside my pants so quickly her
fingernails jabbed against something tender, making me flinch.
“I’m sorry, Adam, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Then she went on, “He
didn’t make me rub him off very often, it was nearly always my mouth,” she
admitted quickly.
“And you’ve never been touched by another man since he died.
Never?”
“No, there hasn’t been anyone else, I promise.”
“I want another promise from you, Sandra and it’s non-negotiable.
Promise me as soon as we leave here you will call your brother over to stay
and you will seduce him. You will convince him there is nothing wrong
with two adults making love together to relieve your desires. You will
arouse him so much he will want you often and you will never refuse him.
You will be passionate or slutty or dirty, whatever he wants and whenever
he wants it. Promise me that right now, Sandra.”
Her face had fallen almost to the floor, bowed over between her
knees yet her hand still held my erection which by now was oozing freely.
“Yes, I promise,” she agreed softly.
“Every hole is his?”
“Yesss,” she hissed almost silently.
“Are you wearing panties?”
“No, nothing underneath this.”
“Good, by the way, you look lovely, really lovely.”
“Thank you, Adam.”
“I take it you enjoyed your girl sex last night?”
“Yes, it was… it was exhilarating,” she agreed, looking up at Jen.
“Jen kiss your lover.”
As she leaned down I cupped one of Jen’s tits in my hand. She
clasped my hand in hers. We were good again, I knew.
“I want all your holes today, Sandra. All your holes and your tits and
your hands, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed sheepishly.
“Then you can undress me, woman. Uh, uh, one hand only. The
other is already committed.”
Chapter Twenty One
She was stretched out on the bed, her new nightgown pulled up
under her armpits and her legs parted sufficiently so everything was on
show. She laid her head back on Jen’s knees as she knelt right at the top of
the bed.
I was feeling the woman up, running my hands over her entire
female form, cupping, massaging, squeezing and weighing each breast in
turn, stroking her stomach and belly button. I slid a hand down further to
mess her bush then deeper into the crease where I could penetrate or simply
twiddle her clitty.
We’d been doing this for some time and she was getting quite
worked up, much to my satisfaction. Every now and then she had learnt to
lay her face sideways so she could lick a globule of lubrication from my
cock which was enough to keep me fully erect.
When my hands wandered to her nether parts, Jen took over the
manipulation of her breasts and it was she who kept the nipples taut,
something Sandra relished from the sighs that rose each time Jen went to
work.
I had a tube of KY that I’d spread liberally over her pussy lips and I
moved between her legs, parting them wider giving me a clear view of the
glistening pink labia.
“Are you ready, Sandra?”
“Yes, oh, please do it, my dear.”
I held my cock and touched the tip to her tender opening and she
shivered with anticipation.
“No, not yet, sweetheart, there’s more to do before that.” The moan
of frustration cheered me no end. I guess I’m really a sadist at heart. “Come
on, roll over.”
As she did so I slapped her buns sharply which got me an, “Ouch,”
but she never tried to protect herself. “Bum in the air, head between Jen’s
legs. Now, Sandra,” I said emphasising the instruction with another stinging
slap on her beautiful bouncy bottom.
What a sight. With knees spread, her bunghole and pussy were fully
displayed. I stroked her slit for a moment then spread the lubricant up and
over her anus. I wasn’t sure she even realised I’d done that. I took another
liberal helping of the jelly and spread it over my cock then inched between
her feet until she felt contact. She knew immediately what was about to
happen.
“Oh, God, please, Adam. I hate that.”
“Good.” I had every intention of hurting her as little as possible but
as I was a virgin myself in this area I really had no idea how good or bad I
was going to do the task.
“You’d better relax back here, Sandra. The easier it goes in, the less
pain you’ll feel.” At least I hoped that was the rule. Once the tip pressed
against her pucker I could let it go and use her hips to pull my cock forward
and in. Damn it all, the head slipped in without any force at all. She made
no sound so I was guessing that meant no pain.
I remained still for just a moment then pulled her hips towards me.
My cock slipped in a little more, still no squeal of pain. So I kept up the
pressure, not forcing but allowing my entry to go slowly and evidently,
smoothly.
It seemed impossible but Sandra began to push her ass back towards
me. Nothing was said but she seemed to be accommodating the intrusion
with little or no pain at all. And how tight it was. I thought Jen’s pussy held
me firmly but this was incredible. It felt like a thick rubber tube being
pressed around my cock. It was magnificent… and then my hairs were
brushing against her bum. I was all the way in. I was raping this magnificent
arse and getting no complaints at all.
“Sandra?”
“Yes?”
“You aren’t crying out in pain.”
“There… there is none.”
“I’m all the way in,” I reminded her.
“I know. It feels like I need to go to the loo but I know it’s not the
reason.”
I thought that description was cute.
“You’re very tight.”
“You’re very gentle,” she retorted.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Good.”
And so I did. Slowly at first but when she didn’t react I increased the
speed and found her matching my movements so the thrust and withdrawal
became fast and, from my point of view anyway, very sexy.
I used a finger to indicate for Jen to come around and manipulate
Sandra’s clit. She took to that chore with glee and soon Sandra was
moaning like a cat in heat. For me, the sensations were building and I knew
I had to stop pretty soon, In fact instantly as a ripple of near orgasm
rocketed through my brain. Sandra stopped as soon as she felt my
movements cease but Jen continued her task.
As things in my department eased, I slowly withdrew and looked
down expecting to see certain stains along the length of my manhood but
there were none, which pleased me immensely because I wasn’t sure what I
would do with that kind of mess.
My cock popped out leaving a gaping hole that took several seconds
to close.
“Alright, my love, over you come,” I instructed with another splat on
her white bottom. This time she rubbed the smacked spot.
As soon as she got comfortable, her legs spread wide and knees
arched in the typical missionary position, I sent Jen back to provide her
knees for a pillow. Then I straddled her chest and arms so she immediately
thought I was going to fuck her tits because she smiled knowingly and
pressed them together, inviting me to press my cock into the valley. What a
silly woman.
“Hold her head still, Jen,” I instructed, then to Sandra, “Not this
time, babe. Open up ‘cos Vesuvius needs cleaning.”
I had to smile at change on her face from the smile to one of horror
in a split second.
“No, not that, Adam. It… it’s been up… you know where. It’s
filthy.”
“I know it is, babe, that’s why it needs cleaning. Open up now.” I
held Vesuvius and pointed him straight at her mouth but it took an
unexpected slap on one of her tits to make her gasp in shock and that was
enough for my boy to pounce.
Before she realised it, he was half way inside and she could taste the
bitterness, making muffled groans of disgust as she tried to shake her head
from side to side to dislodge the vile taste but ever reliable Jen made sure
the movements were kept to a minimum.
“All the way in, Sandra. I’ll bet Brian demanded that, didn’t he?
Fellatio demands it and cleansing fellatio certainly requires nothing less.”
There is something about forced sex that makes Vesuvius stand tall
and straight for he was at his hardest right then. Sandra dry-retched a
couple of times and I pulled back just a fraction to give her time to take
another breath then I pressed deeper.
There was a gurgling sound and a sort of shriek but she had no
choice other than to feel the intrusion. With just another inch or so to go I
withdrew enough to let her breathe again and ease her panic. After two or
three quick gasping breaths I pressed forward again and this time I was in
all the way, almost seven inches of hardness, several of those straight down
her throat. Damn, it felt good, not so much a sexual thrill but the sense of
power I held over her. I could smother her if I wished, it would be that
simple. Of course if I did that she always had the opportunity to bite down
hard but I was pretty sure she wouldn’t do that as long as I gave her
breathing time. So I withdrew again and her breaths came deep and fast.
“Now Sandra, you have some cleaning to do so I want to feel your
tongue at work. When I pull out this time, you’d better make sure Vesuvius
is as clean as he is after a shower. There will be tests made and if any taste
other than clean is there, I’ll beat your ass so hard it will be black and blue
for a fortnight. Understand?”
She had capitulated now and nodded her understanding. I returned
Vesuvius to full depth and felt the tongue at work. It was over a minute
before she indicated she needed to breathe again and this time I withdrew
completely.
It left her gasping, not so much from lack of breath but from the
ordeal she had suffered. I can only imagine what went on in her mind when
she realised she had to clean off all the residuals from her own anus and in
such a constricting manner as well. I must remember to find out whether
Brian ever did a deep throat to her, later when this was all over.
“Oh, shit that was terrible. It made me sick,” she whined. “I never
thought anyone would do such a thing as that.” Her eyes were shooting
daggers into my heart and I had to laugh aloud.
“Hey, babe, it was a new experience. You should thank me instead of
whatever else you were thinking.” Her eyes opened wide as though I’d hit
on her thoughts through ESP. “Babe, the look on your face told me you
hated me right then but I’m not sorry. It’s a woman’s place to clean her
man’s treasures after he’s pleased you.”
“Pleased me? Huh, there was no pleasure in that, Adam. I hated it.”
“But you enjoyed your first pain-free anal sex just before it, didn’t
you?” I could see the light dawning in her maddened brain.
“Anyway, it’s time to test how well you completed your task. Jen,
come here and do a taste test, please.”
Jen’s face turned white. I don’t think she could ever have foreseen
this in a million years.
“What do you mean?” She finally gasped, probably knowing full well
what I’d meant.
“You know what I mean, honey. Just get on with it. If you can taste
any of Sandra’s ass I want to know. Come on,” I encouraged by holding my
arm out for her to balance on.
“I don’t want to do that,” she whimpered but it didn’t stop her
getting into position straight in front of me. I simply pushed her head down
and her lips opened and Vesuvius once again felt the warmth of a woman’s
mouth.
She completed the task quickly but I was pleased to see her licking
the part she couldn’t encase in her mouth. I must remember to give her
plenty of practice in the art of deep-throating. I reckon I could find that old
movie somewhere on the internet.
“Well? Anything?”
“No, you taste… quite nice,” she smiled at me with those big
intelligent eyes. “For a penis, that is,” she added with a giggle as she
hopped out of the way of the hard slap I’d aimed at her nakedness.
I still held Sandra between my thighs and she could hardly move. I
leaned down and kissed her passionately on the lips. “Congratulations,
babe, you’ve passed.” For the first time in quite a while, the smile returned
to her face.
“Please love me, Adam,” she pleaded both with her voice and her
eyes. Yes, the time had come.
I’d already coated her sex with KY and Vesuvius was standing at full
attention so there was no reason to stop now. I moved down her body and
between her legs. Her knees immediately clamped against my sides and
anticipation was written all over her face. She was a woman at peace
awaiting heaven.
I laid Vesuvius at the entrance and without any guiding he slipped in
without difficulty. It was almost as though he knew the way which in
Sandra’s case, he still had to discover. I remained still once just the head
was encased between her labia.
“It’s time, Sandra. Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for this for ten years, Adam. Do your best.”
I kissed her gently on the lips. “For my second girl,” I told her and
looked up into Jen’s eyes. She was close to tears and I was sure they were
tears of joy rather than jealousy.
Slowly Vesuvius found his way into the depths of the female. She
might be older but just as tight as Jen and I guessed it was because there
had been no visitors for so long.
“Ahh,” Sandra moaned happily. “It feels… it feels so big. You fill me
so full, Adam. Oh, it’s incredible.”
“Glad you like it, hon, you’re tight as a virgin,” I complimented her
and felt her muscles close tighter around the villain intruder.
“You should know, you had one only yesterday,” she retorted with a
soft laugh.
Jen had moved by Sandra’s side and was whispering things I
couldn’t quite catch but it made Sandra shiver, with joy, I hoped. Her hands
were wandering all over Sandra now and after a while she moved one of
Sandra’s hands downwards and pressed it against the woman’s clit. Then
she took Sandra’s pointer and began to waggle it over the swollen nub.
I was glad of that because while I was only moving in and out slowly,
all the attention Vesuvius had been given this morning was coming to a
head and I didn’t want to explode before Sandra had her orgasm.
To help her along, while Jen kept up the swift movements with
Sandra’s finger, she was also kissing the older woman passionately and
Sandra’s gasps were becoming stronger by the second.
Saliva flowed down her chin and her body began to react to the
tensions that were building up. Her vaginal muscles were opening and
closing faster and her breathing and cries of pleasure came fast and loud.
Jen broke from her kiss to mouth, ‘soon,’ to me so I increased my
thrusts and after just one or two more her whole body jerked and writhed
and I knew she had reached her climax. Thankfully I needed only a few
more thrusts and Vesuvius was discharging his load into Sandra’s womb.
She was loud, was Sandra. We had heard something of that
yesterday when Jen brought her to orgasm with her mouth but today her
cries were shrieks and pants so loud it’s a wonder the window panes didn’t
crack.
Vesuvius shrivelled quickly, little wonder for he had remained at
attention for over an hour while I played with Sandra. I felt a hand pushing
at me and opened my eyes to find Jen kneeling beside me trying desperately
to get her mouth clamped over Sandra’s pussy. I slipped away and Jen did
the honour of cleaning my juices that had begun to drain from Sandra’s
gash. Ah, she’s a lady of many talents is my Jen.
We lay entwined on the bed, half dozing, for quite a while until Jen
took Sandra to the bathroom and I heard the shower going. They returned
some half hour later and forced me to do the same. Then three people in a
bed became three sleepers.
It was Sandra who woke me up and I found we were alone.
“Thank you, Adam. You’ll never know how much this meant to me;
it was wonderful, truly wonderful. I never came like that with Brian in over
fifteen years of marriage. That was nice but this was incredible. The
feelings were incredible. It’s like finding out about orgasms for the first
time in my life and to know it came from someone who learnt the art only
yesterday... well, you really are something else.”
“So I’m forgiven for the dirty bits, then?”
“Ha, ha, at least I’ll never forget them but I don’t think I’ll give
Harry privileges like that without him forcing the issue.”
“So you really are going to keep your promise… about your
brother?”
“I promised, didn’t I? I think I’ll have to teach him a few things but
you were right, he’ll jump at the chance. He hasn’t had a woman, as far as I
know since well before his wife died. She’d been sick for several years
before that and there wouldn’t have been any sex then. For him it’s
probably been more like fifteen years since he’s had a proper fuck. Oops,
that’s not nice… well, since he’s had sex.”
“If he gets a hard-on when he shares a bed with you, believe me, he’s
thought about fucking you,” I said with a grin after using the fuck word to
her.
“Shall I call Jen? You might like to make love to her, to reassure her,
you know. Very few women would ever share their husband knowingly, yet
this was all her idea. Just let her know she’s number one. I’ll go for a walk
for a while.” She kissed me warmly on the lips but not passionately.
Chapter Twenty Two
Jen poked her face around the door. “Knock, knock,” she called
softly.
“Come into the house of sin, baby,” I responded as I held my hand
out to her.
“How do you feel after all that exertion, sweetheart?” She asked with
a giggle as she saw poor little shrunken Vesuvius.
“I’m happy babe, do you know why?”
“Tell me,” she suggested as she snuggled into my arms and put a
hand on my penis, maybe to reassure the little guy.
“You weren’t jealous.”
She looked into my eyes and didn’t say a word.
“You weren’t, were you?”
“I was happy that you could make another woman happy.”
“And?”
“Not and, it’s but, really. But I hope you don’t think it’s OK to go on
making other sluts happy too.”
“She’s not a slut.”
“No, but every other woman is.”
“Hmm.”
“From now on, I want you for myself, no-one else.”
“And I want you and only you.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise from the bottom of my heart that I will never stray into
another woman’s arms unless it is your idea first.”
She looked into my eyes for quite a while before she worked out
there was no trap involved.
“Good, promise accepted. Incidentally, if I ever suggest it again,
shoot me.”
“Before or after I carry out your wishes.”
“Dream on, buster. It only takes one little cut to remove the
problem,” she reminded me as she began to strangle Vesuvius.
“Want to make love?”
“No, you need to get your strength back first. We still have a couple
of weeks of holiday to go yet. I suspect he will be overworked by the time
it’s over.”
“She was a good fuck, Jen.”
“She thought you were too.”
“But I think she was only good because you were the one who
actually made her cum.”
“Oh, you realised that, did you? I wondered if the male ego would
even consider my hand in it at all.”
“By the way, you are the tightest.”
“Lucky for you, baby,” she smiled as she kissed me lovingly.
“We should get dressed and move on, don’t you think?”
“Yes, let’s.”
“Sandra,” I called and she entered the living room so quickly I knew
she had been waiting just outside the door.
“Hello, lover. All sorted out now?”
“We have to move on, Sandra. It’s time.”
“Yes, I know,” she sighed and her eyes watered up.
Jen entered from the bedroom.
“You have a phone call to make, Sandra,” I reminded her.
“A phone call?”
“Harry.”
“Oh, Harry. I’ll do it later.”
“Now, Sandra.”
“After you’re gone. As soon as you leave, I’ll do it then.”
“Now, Sandra, and there’s no more arguing.
“Ring him, Sandra,” Jen jumped in.
“You two are impossible. Alright.” She picked up the phone and I
stood beside her to make sure she didn’t dial the time or some other nothing
number. But a man’s voice answered.
“Harry, it’s me, Sandra. No, they’re fine, they’ve already left,” she
told him, raising an eyebrow in my direction. “Look, Harry, why don’t you
come over this evening? Come and stay the night. I feel a bit lonely after
they’ve left…. Yes, they were a nice happy couple…. I’ll cook tea… Oh,
about six. Can you get away?... Good, I’m glad you can come. Thanks,
sweetie.” Then she laughed. “No, I’ve already forgotten about that. I’ll give
you the two hundred back when you get here. Bye, luv.”
“There, satisfied?”
“You sure that wasn’t the vicar?”
“Really, Adam. Can you imagine me bonking the Vicar? Besides
he’s in his eighties,” she said with a wry giggle.
Chapter Three
Jen had been surprisingly quiet after we left Sandra’s. We’d stopped
at a little pub for lunch and she’d only picked at her food and her
conversation was almost non-existant, answering questions in a word or
two. It wasn’t like the vivacious Jennie who’d become my wife just a couple
of days ago.
I thought it must be the break from Sandra, where our love first
began and where she experienced the touch of another woman for the first
time. I thought I’d give her the chance to come out of the blues in her own
time so I made no further comment.
As we drove off she hunched down into the seat, her eyes turned
away from me as she stared out the side window. It was disturbing to say
the least. Even today while we were with Sandra, she was on top of the
world, sexually at least, and now, quite the opposite.
I laid my hand on her knee and while she didn’t reject it, she didn’t
acknowledge it either. It went on like this for quite a while until finally she
stirred.
“Do you think there’d be an entrance to this forest somewhere along
here, Adam?”
We were on a secondary road, not heavily trafficked and had been
passing quite an extensive woodland. It was beautiful actually.
“We’ll look out for one, honey. Do you need a break? Are you
feeling ill?”
“No, I’d just like to take a walk, I guess.” There was no excitement
or even interest in her voice.
“There,” I said as I noticed a turnoff not far ahead and she sat up to
watch.
A gravel track meandered through the trees for maybe half a mile
then abruptly came to a small car park. No other cars were there. We were
the only visitors.
She was out of the car as soon as it stopped and I thought she was
going to vomit for a moment, she hurried towards the trees so quickly. But
having found a walking track, she called back, “Could you bring the rug?
Oh, and your pen-knife please, Adam.” It was all so very mysterious.
As soon as I caught up with her she asked for the knife and opened
the blade. Damn, she wasn’t thinking of stabbing me to death, I mused,
keeping a close eye on her movements.
But my concerns were uncalled for because she walked straight to
one of the bushier trees and began hacking away at a small branch. Then
she slashed all the smaller twigs and leaves away, leaving her with a bare
stalk about three feet long. She stood for a moment as though contemplating
then walked straight back to me.
“I’m sorry, Adam, my darling. I’m so terribly sorry,” she almost
begged as her arms came around my neck and she pulled my cheek against
hers. “I did such a terrible thing. I didn’t mean it to happen, the way it did,
really I didn’t.” I could feel her tears wetting my face as her intense hold
continued. She was weeping so much her whole body shook.
I finally managed to prise her away and looked into her eyes. She
was the picture of misery. Oh, God, I thought, she really is going back to
Sandra.
“Please don’t hate me, my darling.”
“Hate you? No, I never could, baby. I love you too much. What’s the
matter? Tell me,” I pleaded.
“I hurt you terribly, I’m so sorry,” she moaned and talked herself into
another bout of weeping and tears.
“Just get it over with and tell me what you’re talking about.” I
pressed as I held her shoulders close to me.
“I didn’t mean to make you think… I never ever thought of leaving
you, my darling. I couldn’t,” she wept through every deep, sobbing word.
“Is this about this morning? When you two hatched up that story of
staying together?”
“Yes,” she moaned and clung to me again. “I know I hurt you, it was
just a stupid game,” she blurted out as more tears wet my shirt.
Then it struck me. She felt guilty. I’m sure I never did anything to
make her think I’d taken the joke to heart but it must have built up in her
mind and now it’s come to a head.
“I hurt you now you must hurt me. Whip me, Adam. Please whip me
hard. Make me scream so I can show you I’m sorry. Please, Adam, make me
show you how sorry I am.” She thrust the branch, but now it was a vicious
looking cane, into my hand.
With that and without even looking around to see if anyone else was
nearby, she slipped the little black dress down her body and stood before
me, completely naked. She wore no underwear at all.
I stood looking at her, quite bewildered.
“Honey, I was never hurt. I mean I was surprised, let me tell you but
it was all over in a few seconds and I never even thought you would choose
to stay with Sandra. I could never hurt you like that, baby. Come on, let’s
get you dressed and we’ll find somewhere to stay for the night.”
“No, Adam, you have to. Please, I want you to. I need to be punished
for what I did. In need you to do it.” She pulled away from me and knelt on
the rug she’d spread out, poking her backside towards me. Damn, she
looked delicious and the sight made Vesuvius roar to attention. It wasn’t the
thought of taking corporal punishment against those beautiful white
buttocks but the possibility of taking her there on the ground in the shade of
the spreading oaks that grew around.
“I can’t do what you want, baby but I can join you down there and
make you feel nice. How about that instead?”
“Adaaam,” she shrieked. “You have to. I need you too. I deserve it
and if you can’t then you don’t love me the way I need you to love me. I
asked you to help ease my conscience and all you want is sex. That’s all you
men think about, sex, sex, sex. You’re cruel, Adam Gardiner, cruel.” Then
the waterworks started again as she buried her face in the rug, her behind
pointing towards the sky.
Oh, damn, what could I do? She was on some sort of kick I’d never
imagined of her in a million years and she wasn’t letting up. I tested the
branch she’d handed me and found it thin and whippy. I thought a couple of
light strokes might end her problem.
“Alright, if that’s what you want but don’t blame me if it hurts. It
will you know,” I warned. “I’ll give you four as hard as I can, OK?”
“No, ten. It has to be ten. That should teach me a proper lesson. Ten
hard ones, Adam.”
I smiled to myself because I thought the first stroke would be such a
surprise and hopefully a shock that she’d make me stop. So I swished the
cane a couple of times in the air and she heard the sound. That was a shock
in itself, I thought.
Then I flicked the first one across both buttocks, light but enough to
make a loud crack in the silence of the forest.
“No, it has to be a proper beating, Adam. That wasn’t anything. Do it
properly. A lot harder than that.”
It was about this moment that I realised Vesuvius was on a bender.
He was so big he was bent almost in half in the constriction of my jeans. I
had to adjust him but to do that I had to undo my pants to get access. Oh,
God, she saw me.
“Adam, no,” she shrieked with annoyance. “I don’t want sex I need
to be punished.”
It was like a dream. Maybe I had dreamed of spanking girls
occasionally, I mean, what man hasn’t, but I hadn’t had any intention of sex,
just a matter of self preservation. Kinked cocks aren’t pleasant.
“No, I wasn’t…”
“Adam, are you going to do what I need or are we going to part
unhappily?”
Now that required a definite meaningful answer. So I lifted the wand
and brought it down over her whiteness several times as hard as the first.
She shrieked like Valkerie and I could only imagine how much it
must have hurt.
The first stripe was just a slight pink line but the second brought up
an instant welt that stood out noticeably from the surface. It soon changed to
deeper pink. Before she had time to cry ‘stop’, I landed a third one just
below the second and it made her kneel up straight as her hands came
around to massage the wounded surface.
“Is that enough to ease your guilty conscience, wench?”
She looked around towards me and simple nodded. Now I wondered
how I was going to come out of this, myself. I’d hurt her, no doubt about
that and there was probably payback due to her sometime in the not too
distant future.
“Alright, my little lamb, then we’ll say no more about it. You can
complete your lesson by kissing me as the completion of your penance.” I
held out my hand to help her up. She looked at me like a puppy dog who’d
just been scolded for peeing on the carpet.
“I… I’m sorry, Adam.” It was the kiss that made everything right. It
was wonderful. I put my arms around her nakedness and responded to the
lips that pressed against mine.
“Oh,” she gasped. “You’ve grown sort of… uhm, large. Did beating
me make you like that?” She asked with devilish eyes. Then her hand
cupped Vesuvius and I was lost.
She knelt and undid the belt, button and zipper then eased the jeans
and my boxers downwards. Vesuvius met her instantly as her lips sucked
him in. Her caress was incredible. Her tongue was even better. She was an
expert. She was beyond an expert. She knew every trick and an earlier
conversation shot to mind. What did she tell me? ‘I was pretty good, or so
they told me’ she had said about her boyfriends at college. That was it.
Yes, she was pretty good and she’d obviously learned her craft very
well. What surprised me the most and affected me more that anything we’d
ever done together was the fact that she could take my whole length all the
way inside. There was no gagging, no coughing just one swift push of her
face and her lips were buried in my pubic hairs. She even held the pose for
several seconds before withdrawing and looking up into my eyes with that
devilish grin that seemed to say, ‘See what I can do, big brother?’.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned as reality hit me. My little sister was deep-
throating me, doing it as though she had done it a thousand times. All the
way down, hold then release.
She released me completely for a moment to say, “Don’t be
surprised, darling, the practices of my past life were all for your benefit.
This is to show you how much I love you, Adam.” Then she plunged
Vesuvius down her throat again and while he was held there I could feel her
muscles tighten and release several times before she withdrew to just hold
the head between her lips. This time she took a long breath through her nose
for I had been deep inside for quite a while.
“I can’t stand it, Jen. I’m going to collapse,” I gasped after feeling
my knees wobble.
“Then lay down and I’ll give you the royal tour of my throat,” she
giggled as she held Vesuvius while I crumpled to the rug. The moment I
was laid out, she was at me with a vengeance. Her head jerking up and
down and with every third or fourth beat, going all the way as she encased
Himself deep inside. Once there she gave a three-beat shudder as she thrust
and withdrew in short strokes, maybe only a half inch at a time, her throat
clinging tightly over the head bringing sensations to my brain I never knew
existed.
Any blow jobs I’d ever received before, the few, that is, paled into
insignificance. This was the work of an expert or more likely, the work of
one who loved me more than I could ever imagine.
I knew at that moment I was about to explode. She sensed it too, for
she withdrew and exhaled like the blowing of a whale then sucked air back
into her lungs and plunged Vesuvius down her throat and held Him there.
The moment I felt her hand touch my balls ever so lightly, I blew.
I had lost complete control of myself. The first surge made my body
arch up high but she held me firmly, following the movements. The
shudders were strong and my growls of satisfaction loud. Thank goodness
there was no-one walking in the forest just then. I lost my breath and nearly
consciousness I suspected as the most incredible feelings of satisfaction
filled my brain. I have no idea how long it went on but Jen held her face
buried in my pubic hairs as I spurted shot after shot of sperm straight down
her throat.
Before I’d finished she withdrew until just the head was in her
mouth and I heard her grab deeply for breath as she allowed the final few
spurts to spill over her tongue. Once I’d finished completely, I opened my
eyes and saw her smiling up at me between my spread knees. It was a look
of conquest or maybe it was an understanding between us that our
partnership was finally sealed.
“Jen,” I began but she scurried up my body and pressed her lips to
mine. Then she released the residue of her catchings into me but the kiss
continued until I could feel her pulling me over until I was the one on top
and she recaptured all she had passed to me.
Then she pushed me upwards so she too could sit and opened her
mouth to let me see the patches of white held on her tongue. Finally with a
look of empowerment, she swallowed it down and opened again to show me
it was gone. No words were exchanged as we remained at peace looking
into each other eyes, both of us naked as jaybirds, except for the shirt I still
wore.
“I love you so much, Adam. You are my life,” she whispered with a
self-conscious little smile.
“You are my wife,” I responded as I stroked the back of my hand
across her breast. “You make me feel so… so satisfied. I love you too, my
love.”
What more could we say to emphasize our feelings?
We were at peace with the world, a world in which we seemed to be
the only inhabitants.”
“Uhm, are you folk alright?” A voice called from the pathway a few
feet away.
Jen squealed as she grabbed for her little black dress and I groaned,
“Shit,” as I pulled the jeans up my legs.
The voice became human as a park ranger walked closer. “I saw your
car and came looking,” he explained then realised what we were doing and
exclaimed his own, “Oh, shit,” as he saw Jen’s dress still half way down her
body.
His face was red and so was Jen’s as she finally covered her
backside. Mine was just white with shock.
The man just stood and stared, saying nothing as we made our way
back to the pathway. “Sorry,” I said. “We didn’t know anyone was about.”
By now he was just smirking, the bastard.
“Oh, that’s alright, Sir. I’m just glad I found you,” he said holding
back a fit of giggles. “Sorry,” he explained. “Just couldn’t help myself.”
Then he added, “Hope you enjoyed our scenery,” and he really couldn’t
help himself as the gawfs brought out loud sniggers.
I grabbed Jen’s hand and pulled her along towards the car.
“It’s a good thing I did find you, you know. I was about to lock the
gates,” he added as he followed us to the car park.
Chapter Twenty Four
We said nothing as I revved the car faster than I should have and
returned back to the road we had been travelling on.
“He’ll have something to tell his mates tonight,” Jen said and she too
got the giggles. “I hope he doesn’t live in the village we’re going to stay in,”
and that set her off again.
“I just hope he didn’t see you swallowing Vesuvius,” I reminded her
which brought the giggles to a halt.
“Me too,” she agreed seriously.
We debated whether to pass the town we had planned on spending
the night and move further away but decided he probably came from one of
the larger towns around.
So we found a cute little B&B set well back from the road and I
parked behind the building so no-one, namely the pesky Ranger could catch
us up again.
The moment we got into our room, as thought it was an automatic
reaction, we slipped into each other’s arms and kissed firstly lovingly then
passionately, sucking each other’s tongues as though they were the food of
life. I was hard as a rock again.
“Oh, my God, so soon?” Jen asked as she pressed her groin into
mine.
“’fraid so,” I admitted.
“Should we shower first?”
“Let’s shower, find a nice bottle of wine, then eat and after that come
back and do what we do best. I do think it’s your turn for privileges,” I
suggested.
“Oh, you are too kind, Sir,” she whispered as she pulled the lbd from
her body and flaunted her nakedness at me before sneaking into the en-suite
ahead of me.
That bloody Vesuvius was still poking his nose out when she came
back, looking and smelling of roses some half hour later.
“Down, boy,” she said, slapping my hand from her breast. “Dinner &
wine, then nookie, OK?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
We’d completed our lovemaking both finding the satisfactions only
good lovers know of and she laid in my arms, purring as I stroked my
fingers over a nipple.
“Tell me all the dirty things you’ve ever thought of doing to a
woman, baby. I want to hear everything.”
“You’d hate me.”
“No I wouldn’t, I promise.”
“I’m the male of the species. I’m the half that women know as filthy
animals and sexual perverts and little wonder because we are. And I’m
included in the ‘we’, too.”
“So it’s rape and pillage and all of that?”
“As a beginning.”
“Ooh, now you’re getting me all excited. Come on, then, let’s hear
it.”
“You’re a witch, you know that?”
“Stop changing the subject. Tell me everything.”
“Am I allowed to take it all back tomorrow?”
“Never. What you tell me is what I’ll give to you.”
I thought about that in the moments of silence that followed.
“I have wondered what it would be like to force a woman into sex.
Rape her. Make her do things and threaten her kids if she didn’t.” I used
that as starters, hoping she’d rethink her wishes for honesty.
“Would you hurt her or be gentle?”
“Definitely make her scream so her kids could hear. Maybe I’d even
do it in front of the kids.”
“Would you kill her afterwards?”
“Oh, no, I’d want her to live so she could remember. Maybe I’d do
her kids as well, as long as they’re girls.”
“Hmm, how old would they need to be?”
I could see her leading me into verboten territory here.
“Well maybe I wouldn’t touch kids.”
“You’re such a liar, Adam Gardiner. You could no more rape a
woman than I could a man.”
“You don’t think so? Maybe I should rape you just to show you how
wrong you are.”
“That wouldn’t be rape, my love. I’d open my legs for you and plead
for you never to stop,” she told me impishly.
“Yes, I don’t doubt that. You have such a way with me, don’t you,
Honey-child?”
“So let’s be a little more sensible this time. Tell me the things you’ll
want me to do for you or want to do to me.”
“Oh, that’s better but I must warn you, you might divorce me
afterwards.”
“You can’t get away from me that easy, mister. I’ll do anything you
ask me to. I’ll let you do anything you want, no matter what it is.”
“Oh, my, that does open Pandora’s box.”
“Well, it’ll certainly open Jennifer’s box,” she retorted with a grin.
“So…?”
“I don’t know where to start.”
“Want me to give you some hints?”
“So, you’re a mind reader now, are you?”
“Let’s say, some of those college boys wanted some pretty weird
things from me. They never got most of their wishes, I might add, but you,
my darling, for you the word no isn’t in my vocabulary.”
“So give me some hints.”
“Well,” she began, looking coyly up at me for a moment. “You’ll
definitely want my bottom hole, which incidentally is still virginal.”
Vesuvius rose like the Phoenix at that thought.
“You’ll probably want it fairly frequently and I guess you’ll cum
inside it from time to time. I’ll clean your volcano afterwards if you want
but I suspect you won’t ask that of me very often.”
“Never underestimate me, doll-face.”
“After today, I’d bet that deep throat would be one of your
preferences from now on but I hope my pussy gets more workouts than my
throat. Then again, it’s all up to you, babe.”
“You do have a sixth sense, don’t you?”
“I’m a woman. I have female intuition on my side.”
“What else, pray tell?”
“Underwear. I think I’ll need a standing account at Victoria’s Secret.
You’ll definitely want me to wear lots of sexy stuff, especially once the
novelty of my sweet body wears off.”
“Never, I promise.”
“Oh, yeah,” she responded sarcastically.
“You’ll make me do things that humiliate me. I think that will
become a big thing for you a little later on.”
“Once the novelty wears off?”
“Yes, when old Vesuvius doesn’t erupt as he used to,” she giggled
and placed her hand over the poor little puppy. “Oh, my, he’s raising his
head again. Very strong young gentleman, this Vesuvius of yours,” she
laughed and kissed me on the lips.
“Well if you let the poor little overworked bugger sleep for awhile,
he might appreciate you a little more.”
“Oh, I think he appreciates me enough, my man.” She could be a
cheeky little minx sometimes, could my Jen. She even patted the little
blighter on the head again.
“But you’ll always come back to humiliation.”
“Humiliation? I don’t understand.”
“You’ll make me do things that make me feel humiliated.”
“Like what?” I asked a little sarcastically.
“Oh, probably little things at first, like making me parade around the
house in the nude.”
“Yes please,” I sighed with glee.
“And I suspect you’ll demand that I go out wearing no underwear at
all from time to time. And probably make me show lots of cleavage at the
same time. You’ll probably take pleasure in sending me off to work the
same way.”
“I would like to do that just as you say but I’d demand that you wear
your lbd at the same time. Then it would be a challenge to make sure none
of the boys at work get a look up your skirt,” I laughed.
“You can laugh but I know what husbands and lovers want their
partners to be like.”
“Yep, slaves to their desires.”
“As time goes by, I’ll have to give friends a glimpse of my treasures.
That would really send you off into fairyland, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Now that sounds good. You’re even stirring young Vesuvius up at
the thought.”
“I know. He’s been nudging me for quite a while.”
“So what else will I demand?”
“Oh, there’s probably lots more things. You’ll want to spank me,
quite often I suspect. Spank me for being a naughty girl then make me
pleasure you in some way as punishment.”
“I get the double whammy that way.”
“Of course you’ll take lots of obscene photos of me and then after a
while begin to post then on the internet, anonymously, of course. And you’ll
take lots of movie clips of me and both of us having sex. You’ll threaten me
with exposure if I don’t do as you tell me.”
“That sounds good, Sherlock Holmes. Just where did you think all
these things up, Jen? Half of then I’d never even thought of until now.”
“I thought so,” she smiled sweetly. “I’d just like to keep our sex life
spiced up,” she smiled sweetly and I might add, innocently.
“But you’ve read about all that in books, haven’t you?”
“Yes, every one of them.” Then her face brightened. “By the way,
like all men, you are intrigued by the female menses.”
Yes, maybe. Anyway, there’re a few things you’ve left out, you
know.”
She thought for a moment then smiled that sly know-it-all smile. “I’ll
bet they’re not the important ones,” she almost boasted. “So, what strange
little quirks I’ve omitted?”
“Ah, that would be telling. It would spoil the surprise factor.”
“I knew you were kidding.”
“We’ll see. But there are a few on your list that interest me.”
“Like my period? Did I mention it’s due tomorrow?”
“Shit does that mean we can’t play around for a couple of weeks?”
She looked at me with exasperated eyes. “I told you men were all
alike. They have no idea about women’s business. It will last just five days
at the worst but there are ways you can still get your jollies.”
“I want to see it, babe. I want to inspect your flows,” I told her
sincerely.
“I always knew you would. Yes, you’ll get your wish, my darling.”
“Good,” I said, quite satisfied. “We should also do something about
that problem now, don’t you think?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you become all red down there tomorrow, perhaps we should do
something tonight to tide me over for the next five days.”
And we did, twice. Jen came both times.
Chapter Five
The next morning nothing was mentioned about ‘that’ subject but
she didn’t look at all moody as I thought women get at that time of the
month. Anyway, there was something I needed to sort out before I began
what she thought of as my inspection of the female phenomena.
“Come on, wife, we have things to do. Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“Let’s take a stroll down the main street.”
“Oh, alright,” she agreed with a lack of interest. “Not much of a
main street though.”
She was right, a corner Johnny-allsorts shop with newsagent
attached, a small supermarket, the expected “Smuggler’s Arms” pub, an old
fashioned Chemist shop and a Post Office that wasn’t much wider than the
doorway which you enter through.
I took great interest in each shop, taking her into each one in turn,
making comments about nothing and probably boring her to death.
Just as we were about to leave the Chemist, seeing him watching us
suspiciously for there wouldn’t be many browsers in there I guessed, I
pulled her to the counter.
“Do you have any Depilatory Crème that won’t affect more tender
parts of the body? My wife needs some.”
The Chemist looked surprised and turned to go then looked at Jen.
“Do you mean the genital region, Madam?”
Jen’s face turned the colour of beetroot and she was quite speechless.
“Yes, that’s right,” I spoke for her.
The chemist returned and began to explain the application but I took
hold of the packet, dropped a twenty on the counter and held Jen’s arm so
she couldn’t make a run for it. The Chemist counted the change into my
hand and we left.
“Adam,” she screamed at me as soon as we were out. “How could
you? That was…”
“Humiliating?” I asked with a smile.
“Yes, damned right it… Oh, you bastard. You did it on purpose,
didn’t you?”
“All part of the service, Ma’am.” But I did feel I’d got one up on her.
“Where are we going now?” She snapped as I pulled her along
hurriedly.
“Where do you think? We’ve got work to do, Mrs. Gardiner.”
As soon as we got to our room I began stripping her clothes off. “Get
out, I can do that.”
“Well hurry up. I want this to work before we see any colour
appearing.” That made her smile.
“Sorry to inform you, oh, Master, but my periods almost always
arrive during the night.”
I looked at her stunned. I didn’t know that. “You… you mean…?”
“You probably won’t witness the inaugural flow until tomorrow,
dear husband.” It was a filthy smirk she gave me then.
But she knew what was coming. I threw all the bedclothes off except
the bottom sheet and laid a towel down the bed. Soon she was on her back,
leaning back against a couple of pillows with her legs wide apart and heels
tucked into her bottom cheeks.
Well maybe she thought she knew what was coming for she
remained silent as I stripped and her eyes grew wider what she saw
Vesuvius standing to attention.
“Oh, he is a good little boy, saluting me like that,” she giggled.
“Enough of the ‘little’, oh wench. Right now he’s Big Vesuvius, got
it?”
“Yes, Sir,” and she saluted with another giggle.
She watched as I opened the packet of depilatory crème and waited
patiently while I read the instructions. I looked up to see anticipation was
fading. “Thought you were going to get bonked, did you?” I asked with a
smile.
“Well, that’s generally what Mr. Vesuvius does when he holds
himself up straight like that,” she explained.
“Just be patient, wench,” I said and went back to the bathroom to
collect a washer and some tissues. I read that I must make sure the crème
doesn’t get inside the vagina so intended to make sure my work was carried
out so she wouldn’t suffer rashes or whatever this stuff did to a female’s
insides.
“I put it on this time babe but from then on, it’s your job. I never
want to feel whiskers when I kiss these beautiful petals ever again,
understand?”
“Your wish is my command, oh mighty Master,” she responded with
an exaggerated sweep of her hand. She could be a sarcastic bitch at times, I
realised then.
First up, I needed to explore, something I’d not done in our few days
of carnal worship. I rubbed my face in her hairs then leaned up and parted
the curls to show her slit, slightly open and quite moist around the edges. I
kissed it lightly, letting the tip of my tongue to wander up and down, tasting
her muskiness which in turn sent Vesuvius into fits of desire.
That small touch caused my love to begin her little moans of
satisfaction too. Then I parted the lips and saw the sweet, sweet pinkness,
glistening and inviting. No sign of the arrival yet thankfully, for there was
no way I could have plunged my tongue deep inside if the colour red had
begun to show.
“It’s nice, darling,” she sighed. “I think this is when I feel the sexiest,
at the beginning of my period. It’s not far away,” she informed me. I
tongued and licked, pressed deep inside with my tongue and nuzzled her clit
that was standing to attention and making herself quite obvious. Maybe I
should start calling it Mrs Vesuvius, I smiled to myself.
Between tongue, nose and fingertips, I had brought her close to a
climax. Did I want her to have one now, before I started the hair removal?
Damn, why not? So the final phase began and her heels wrapped around my
shoulders as she laid back and moaned her way through what seemed to be
a solid orgasm. It took her many minutes to calm down from that and in the
end I crawled along her body and cuddled the happy girl in my arms. It was
nearly an hour later before I returned to my original task.
This time there was no turning back. I pasted the crème over her
beautiful curls, using the spatula that came with the package, making sure I
wiped from the edge of her pussy, outwards so no crème ever touched her
tender flesh that was encased within her outer lips.
“I couldn’t believe in a million years that I would be letting my own
brother do things like this to me. I mean laying with my legs wide open,
while he goes about the business or removing my pubic hair. Who would
ever believe it?”
“Well Mum and Dad certainly wouldn’t.”
“Oh, damn you, Adam. Why bring their names up at a time like
this?”
I pinched a bottom cheek which made her do an, “Ouch,” but she
didn’t mind, I’m sure. In fact I think she saw this as a defining moment, the
handing over of her innocence to the Master. That’s the way I like to think
of it anyway.
I pulled her bottom cheeks apart and was pleased to see almost no
hair at all grew much below her pussy. That made it easier to complete the
job, other wise I’d probably have to do it in two goes, one from the front
and one from the rear.
I finally completed my pasting and instructed her to remain dead still
for the next twenty minutes while the stuff did its work. That gave me time
to slide upwards again and take her in my arms.
“I’m excited, you know,” I told her.”
“Why?”
“Because very soon, I’ll have a fifteen year old who hasn’t even
begun to grow pubic hair yet. I’ve never fucked a fifteen year old.”
“Oh, I think you’d better think of me as a twelve, my sweet. I had a
fine little forest by the time I turned thirteen and was very proud of it.”
Just another little snippet that I knew nothing of until now I thought
and added it to the growing list of data I had been collecting.
“Oh, if only you had let me spy a just little…” I sighed.
“Back then, you were no more than a snotty-nosed nuisance and I
knew you tried to peek but I was smarter.”
“I love your perfume, honey,” I told her nuzzling my face into her
neck to change the subject.
“Would you have tried to touch me if I hadn’t been so adamant about
your peeping-Tom activities?”
“I was a teenager, of course I would,” cupping a breast and twiddling
the nipple.
“Mmm, nice, baby,” she sighed. Yes it was nice, I thought to myself.
My experiences with women before Jen were just no comparison.
“Did you think we might do things together when you asked to come
on this trip with me?”
She remained silent for quite a while. “No, I don’t think so. But I
must confess I had tried to envision you starkers several times around that
time. You are a very handsome man, Adam. You might have been my
brother then and there was certainly no intention of actually seducing you,
you must believe that, but it often made me wonder whether the
handsomeness was an all over thing or just face value.”
“And…?”
“Now I know.”
“Now you know what?”
“That you have a marvellous cock, my dear.”
“I can take those compliments all the time.”
“And me?”
“And you, what?”
“Your thoughts on what you see?”
“Oh, that. I have a confession to make, Jen. You know I have had a
few liaisons, I’ve seen some very beautiful girls, well a few anyway, and I
have to be honest with you, don’t I?”
“This better be good, buddy.”
“Well it’s your tits that make me think this way.”
“Which way?” She demanded and clutched Vesuvius with a ferocity
that could let her rip him off if I wasn’t careful.
“You know very well you are the most beautiful woman, not only in
body shape and looks, but in mind as well. That’s what made me fall in love
with you, baby. You are one magnificent package and Vesuvius seconds
that judgement. Please let him go,” I pleaded pitifully.
“I like just holding him,” she smiled back at me, her hand now gently
stroking. Very dangerous ground and I decided time was up.
“Come on, sugar-babe, time to lose the fur.”
We showered together, a bit of a squeeze but we managed and I was
pleased to see the hair fall away as I washed my hands over her pubis.
“I do hope we don’t clog the drain pipe, it would be embarrassing to
call the owner,” she mused as a heap of dark curls got caught in the
plughole. I collected them in my hand.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“They’re my trophy,” I said, laying them on a towel just outside the
shower door.
“My God, you men have strange ideas,” she sighed almost to herself.
“All good fun, baby. Now, let’s get you out and have a look at my
teenage sibling.” I held her hand and turned her around so her back was
towards me.
“Uhm, I think what you want to see is on the other side,” she crowed
smugly.
“No, I always like to save the best ‘til last. I’ll dry this side first,” I
explained as I began to stroke the towel over her back. Then I saw it. “Oh,
my God, Jen, did I really do this?”
There before my eyes was her beautiful white bottom with two
wicked stripes right across both cheeks. Actually there were three stripes
but one was just a pale line. The other two were deep purple bruises a half
inch or so wide that covered both cheeks. They looked absolutely hideous.
“If you mean the stripes, yes, I guess you did.”
“You have to see a doctor,” I declared as I traced my finger over one
of them.
“Huh, imagine what he’d think. A young newly married wife
accompanied by her husband and sporting these two beauties. He’d call the
police immediately.”
“Don’t they hurt?”
“Yes, a bit, but it wasn’t your fault, remember. I made you do it, in
fact if you hadn’t I think I might have gone quite mad. I was distraught,
Adam.”
“Yes but these. I had no idea. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It was sort of a badge of penitence, I guess.”
“Have you put anything on them?”
“No, what would get rid of something like that? Only time, I guess.”
“Moisturiser, that’s what’s needed. I’ll rub it in every morning and
night until they’re gone.”
“Now that’s a nice thought. Yes, you can do that, please.”
All I could do was stare at the ghastly marks. “They must have hurt,”
was all I could say.
“You heard my cries. Yes, they hurt much more than I’d expected.
That’s why I didn’t make you give me the whole ten. I was pretty glad you
stopped at two, believe me. Now, want to see the new me?”
“Oh I’d almost forgotten about that. Yes, my sweet, let’s see the little
girl in you.”
She did a pirouette and stood with her arms outstretched and a
knowing smile on her face. There wasn’t a hair to be seen. Her mons
pushed her vagina outwards and the labia poked their little petals towards
me. I was awestruck, the change was incredible. She did look like a
teenager, a very young teenager as long as my gaze didn’t rise to her breasts
which stood out on her chest like a twenty-something.
“Make love to me, Adam.”
I picked her up in my arms and walked to the bed. Her legs parted
instantly and she held her arms out invitingly.
“I love you, Adam. I love all the naughty things you do to me. I love
them all. Oh, make love to me, my sweet,” she sighed as she clutched my
face in her hands.
Vesuvius found the spot instantly and went about his business. She
was moaning soon afterwards and I knew I wasn’t going to hold off much
longer.
“I’m sorry, babe, it’s going to be a little premature,” I told her as the
first jerk of my body forced the flow into her womb. She held me tightly,
her legs enclosed around my buttocks so I could hardly move but Vesuvius
pumped on, filling every nook and cranny of her cunnie.
My knees held my weight and we remained very still for quite a
while, minutes, hours… who knows.
“Roll me over, baby but try not to slip out,” she whispered as her
whole body clutched itself to me. We did the changeover but it took time
and we giggled at the clumsiness of the move. Now she looked down at me,
her pussy still clutching the wilting Vesuvius.
“Don’t move,” she said then lifted herself off and allowed my sperm
to drain onto my stomach. This was new. Up ‘til now, she had just clamped
her hand over pussy and made for the bathroom. This time was different. I
could see her muscles actually force the remaining sperm from her then she
moved downwards and took a very soft Vesuvius between her lips to clean
him.
Next she cleaned away all the discharge that was threatening to roll
down my sides until all evidence of my climax had disappeared. She
swallowed the lot. Damn, it made me feel good. I wondered if there was
anything she wouldn’t do in the lovemaking stakes. Time will tell.
Afterwards she cuddled herself against me and whispered, “You’d
better get down there and make a thorough inspection.”
And I did. After removing the small amount of moisture that
remained from our lovemaking I just looked on in wonder. Where there had
been soft curly hairs, now it was naked. Her pussy looked wonderful and
inviting, so much so that Vesuvius’s head looked on with interest too.
Her vulva actually bulged. The inner lips poked well outside the
outer line, and as I parted her labia I sighed, “My little tulip,” which made
her giggle. But it was true. They reminded me of petals that pouted when I
touched them. I pushed back the hood of her clitoris to reveal the glistening
mini penis. In fact, when I looked closely, the closest I’d ever looked at any
woman’s privates, I could see a true head not unlike Vesuvius’s. I wiggled
it with my finger tip which made her flinch and sigh happily.
“You may keep doing that, my man,” she sighed.
Damn, we were happy. I was in heaven, she was in rapture from the
attention I was giving her up-to-now, very private parts.
I sucked the nub of her clit and bit it firmly between compressed lips.
She whispered, “Yes,” several times.
I trailed my fingertips over the nude mons, as smooth as a baby’s
bottom. Oh, yes I was in love with hairless. The only regret was that I
hadn’t taken any images of her haired pussy. Now it was bald and too late.
Maybe sometime in the distant future I might allow her to grow another
bush but I was quite content with the result before me.
“It’s beautiful, Jen. I love it,” I told her, my eyes catching hers and
she smiled her pleasure.
Then I went further. I parted her legs wider and pushed my face
lower until I gained access to the place no-one mentioned. I blew a soft
breath against her tight little anal pucker then kissed it, long and softly. She
was purring. It didn’t affect her adversely at all. But I was in new territory. I
hadn’t done this with any of my girlfriends. I flicked my tongue against the
hole once then again and again. She grunted, not from dislike but from
pleasure. I could hear it in the grunt. It was a soft grunt and she opened
herself wider. It was my invitation to enter.
I kissed her there again then pressed my tongue against the tightness.
Then I gained entry. She allowed it without a moment’s hesitancy.
“Oh, God, Adam, that feels nice,” she moaned. “No-one’s ever…
I’ve never had that done to me before. It’s wonderful.”
“It could be the precursor to the next step, baby,” I suggested.
“Do it.” There, the invitation was now verbal. I had no intention of
waiting until written approval arrived in the mail.
I laid a liberal amount of saliva in and around the opening then lifted
her legs high up and she rested them back on my shoulders. Vesuvius was
champing at the bit as I wriggled my knees to place him immediately at the
gate then pushed him through. He needed no second invitation as his head
vanished from sight.
“It hurts a bit, Adam,” she winced.
I eased up and suggested she try to relax herself down there but
Vesuvius’s head was still clutched tightly.
“Let’s change positions,” I suggested and as she rolled over, I
grabbed the tube of KY. Without asking she was up on hands and knees,
and spread invitingly. It didn’t take long to coat both surfaces with KY, her
bottom hole and my cock.
I held her hips as I pressed against her and she sucked me in. It was
so smooth I was in to the hilt before either of us realised it.
“I’m in, baby, all the way,” I told her. “Does this feel better?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, God, your balls are tickling me.” I think
she was embarrassed. Maybe anal sex was too much for her. I wondered if
she thought anal was just too dirty.
But those thoughts were quickly discarded when it was she that
began the thrusting, pushing herself back and forth while I knelt behind,
remaining perfectly still.
“Does it give you any pleasure, honey?”
“It’s nice,” she replied. “Well, its sort of soothing although not sexy,
but it is nice.”
I let her hips go and cupped both breasts, massaging the nipples in
rhythm with her movements. She liked that better, I could feel it in her
movements.
Then I let one bosom go and began to tickle her clit which made her
arousal grow. It was more than purring now. She was gasping and moaning
and her movements became erratic from time to time as things began to
affect her body.
“Don’t come yet, Adam. I… I’m nearly there.”
For once, I wasn’t on the knife edge. She was tight, more so than
Sandra had been and muscles deep inside clung to my cock with a ripple
effect. How did women do that? I wondered. Sandra’s actions were similar.
I let her continue the movement between us, happy to rest because I
knew she was enjoying herself. As soon as I felt her trembles begin, I
pressed her clit harder and she took a massive breath and began to ride me
over her climax. It was a climax of her making, not mine. I helped with my
fingers but she took the initiative and then her pleasure.
When she stopped gasping for air, I slipped to her side, letting
Vesuvius pop out and then I held her in my arms until we both went off to
sleep. She never complained about the wet spot Vesuvius had left.
Some time later I felt her leave the bed and when she returned she
was wearing panties. It was a clear sign she knew her period was about to
flow. My cock hardened. Tomorrow was a new day.
Chapter Twenty Six
She was already awake and her movements woke me.
“Sorry, baby, I had to change my pad,” she explained almost shyly as
she slipped back under the covers.
It took a moment to sink in.
“Ah, so the flood has arisen?” I asked, not feeling shy at all as my
hand slipped down her tummy.
It earned me a slap on the hand and she smiled happily when she saw
the surprise on my face.
“I… I thought this was going to be my day,” I complained.
“No,” she said adamantly then a moment later added. “It’s going to
be our day, my darling, but not just yet. The first pad or two are usually
really yucky, all globbed up and…”
“Ok, I believe you,” not wishing to hear the gory details.
“Poor baby, didums think little ol’ me was going to renege on our
agreement?” She had such a know-it-all look. I must remember to redden
her butt sometime soon.
“Well I was expecting a sighting this morning.”
“Not long to go, husband. Wait until after lunch then I’ll change my
pad and I’m in your hands.”
“Can’t I change it for you?”
“Well, if you think you can cope with gunky…”
“Yeah, alright, I give in.”
She reached under the covers and gently patted Vesuvius. “Oh, my,
he’s rather expectant, isn’t he?” She stroked him for a moment which did
little to ease his needs. “Would he like Momma to rub some crème in and
make him nice and soft? Hard soft if you know what I mean,” she quickly
added with a smirk.
“If you have to molest me I guess that’s as good as any,” I groaned
but pushed the covers away and slipped my boxers off.
She jumped out and fossicked around for the moisturiser while I lay
still, awaiting my fate.
“That’s my boy. Close your eyes and enjoy.”
It wasn’t just Vesuvius that she raped with her fingers. He was last
on the list. She started from my neck and massaged the smooth crème all
over everywhere, all the way down to my toes. Every time her hands slid up
my legs Vesuvius hoped with all his little heart that this would be his turn
but damn her, she made him wait an eternity, all the while humming some
soft melody that was quite soothing.
“He’s awfully red,” she whispered into my ear. “He’ll probably think
it’s colder than before, I suspect.”
She was right, for when her hand encompassed him, the colder
feeling was evident but it soon turned warm from her ministrations. He got
a really good going over. She worked the crème into every crevice, cupping
my balls regularly, diving deep into my bottom crease almost to my tight
pucker and back over Vesuvius and then onto my pubic hair. One thing I
noticed was that she never once touched his head, no doubt to stop the
possibility of an overflow of my own, I guessed although, I could have done
with one just then.
I simply laid out, dreaming of the things that were to come after
lunch. It was incredibly sensual, that was until I got a sharp slap on my
stomach.
“Time to rise, big boy. Let’s get you into the shower.”
“N… no, give the crème time to work,” I grizzled.
“Oh, I think it’s worked fine. Come on, up and let’s go,” she directed
as if no argument was expected. I was surprised that she was already naked,
panties and pad miraculously discarded some time during my massage.
“Does this mean I can start exploring?” I asked hopefully.
“Just be patient, my love. We have work to do first.”
She pushed me into the shower and followed. Then her hands groped
Vesuvius and I thought she was about to rip him out by the roots.
“Shit, Jen, what are you doing?” But I couldn’t dive out because her
body blocked the way. Then I saw it.
“What the hell’s that?” I gasped.
“Oh, just a bit of hair, it looks like.”
“Hair? Where’d it come from?”
“I have no idea,” she replied almost casually but I saw the smirk.
It took a while to work it all out then I looked down, at Vesuvius this
time. The poor little bugger was as bald as a badger. Vesuvius and my balls
and as I felt further, all the hair between my thighs too.
“What have… You cheeky bitch,” I snarled when I saw the look of
superiority on her lips. “It wasn’t moisturiser at all, was it? You used
depilatory crème on me.”
“Just on dickybird and his balls,” she smiled. “Oh, look at him. He’s
beautiful without his beard, Adam.”
“You had no right…” I was exasperated at what she’d done.
“You did it to me, so it’s only fair to expect reciprocation. Actually,”
she brightened, “I imagine the feeling will be twice as nice from now on. I
think you deserve some kissing down there.”
She stepped out of the shower, dried herself and hopped from the
room.
By the time I’d finished inspecting the damage in front of the mirror,
I had to agree she was right. He looked much bigger without the hair. Yes, I
also expected the feelings down there would be sweeter too, but that didn’t
mean she wasn’t due for a whopping. I wasn’t going to forget this little
episode too easily.
She was naked except for the panties, laying on her back, holding her
breasts together as she watched me enter, a knowing smile as she offered
them to me.
“I read that boys like to fuck tits from time to time. Have you ever
tried, baby?”
Damn, of course I hadn’t and the offer made Vesuvius quite ecstatic.
I straddled her chest and found she had already KY’d the valley in
anticipation. It wasn’t easy keeping him deep but her fingers held him down
while all I had to do was move him back and forth. It was a gentle motion at
first until we both got the hang of it. Our eyes were locked together, urging
the other on. I guess the only pleasure Jen received was in knowing I was
enjoying myself. Oh, indeed I was. It was a wonderful feeling, quite
different to pussy or ass yet her firmness pressed against Vesuvius sending
him into raptures.
One thing about being single for so long was that I’d had plenty of
time to read the wrong type of magazines and catch various sites on the net.
I knew very well I could let my sperm dribble over and down her neck or I
could do the other.
That was my choice when I knew Vesuvius was about to erupt again.
With the first spurt, I pushed my cock upwards until it poked clear of
the valley. She innocently held him firm against her tits and he erupted with
such force that the first two blasts flew across her face and over her hair,
leaving two trails of whiteness. The rest of my climax splattered across
various areas of her beautiful face. It was just like some of the images I’d
seen on the net. Her eyes were closed tightly and she licked one or two trails
from her lips. The rest slowly began to dribble down her face in varying
degrees.
She hadn’t made a sound. The first couple of spurts made her flinch
but she never shied away, accepting my drenching as something a good
wife must do.
Jen was indeed a good wife.
Once I’d stopped my shuddering, she released her breasts and began
to scoop my sperm from her face with her fingers, depositing all into her
mouth. I helped clean her eyes from the sticky goo and she finally opened
them to look up at me.
“My first facial,” she sighed. “Did I look pretty?”
“You were beautiful,” I agreed as I rolled over and laid beside her.
“I think I need another shower,” she decided. “Want to join me?”
We washed each other and I cupped her pussy, hoping for a sign of
crimson but it never showed.
As we laid back on the bed she asked, “Did he feel nice?”
“He felt very nice between your breasts,” I agreed. “It took my breath
away, that cum,” I told her and she smiled with satisfaction.
“I don’t mind you spraying your sperm over me like that, baby, but
I’d prefer it inside my puss.”
“It was you who offered your tits,” I reminded her.
“I know but I wasn’t expecting the inundation. We’ve had lots of
firsts, haven’t we?”
“More to come, I hope.”
Chapter Twenty Seven
We had lunch, saying little, both of us knowing what was to happen
shortly afterwards. I’d wondered about this female phenomenon for as long
as I could remember. The only thing I knew was that there was a thousand
and one different devices that women had to choose from to meet their
needs at this time. One only has to browse furtively along ‘that’ isle in the
supermarket to realise that. I’d never seen one discarded anywhere, though.
Where do they put them? I’d often wondered. Condoms seem to get left on
every street corner, relatively, anyway but sanitary devices? Not one to be
seen. I really had little idea of how they were fitted despite all the television
advertising where blue liquid gets poured over a pad and miraculously
vanishes keeping the lady dry during “that time”. Rubbish, I always thought.
It would still squish against her genitals as she walked or sat down.
There was much to learn. Thank goodness Jen was a virgin until
now. At least she still wore napkins rather than tampons which get poked all
the way inside. This way, I get to see both kinds once she changes over,
which I was sure all women did once they’d lost their virginity.
“I think we should go back to our room, Jen,” I suggested when the
silence became deafening.
“Can’t wait, can you?” She asked sheepishly. “Alright, I’m in your
hands now.”
We walked with arms entwined about each other’s waists. “Are you
in pain?” I asked trying to make conversation.
“Oh, sometimes it aches a bit but I’m lucky. Don’t really get period
pains.”
“And now?”
“No, I’m fine,” she said with a peck on my cheek.
“I’ve never seen one, you know?”
“What? A Spaceship?”
“Cheeky bitch,” I cursed her but smiled. “No, a used pad.”
“I shouldn’t wonder,” she agreed, looking into the distance. “It’s not
like the old days when girls had to wash their towels out each night. We
now hide them and the period fairy takes then away each night.”
“Is that the same fairy that gives us guys wet dreams?”
“No, a boy fairy does that.”
“God, I hope not,” I sighed and we looked at each other with loving
eyes. “Thank you,” I finally told her.
“For what?”
“For giving yourself to me and for being my wife. I never thought…”
“Neither did I, baby,” she sighed and hugged me tighter. “But I’m
glad we did it together.”
When we’d locked the door, I looked around to find she had begun
to undress.
“N… no, Jen, put all your clothes back on.”
She looked at me for a moment. “Don’t you want to do it, baby? I’ll
understand if you…”
“I do want to but I want some memories,” I said bringing my new
digital camera out. She gasped aloud, not knowing I even had one.
“You’re not going to…”
“You bet your butt I am. Lots of them.”
“I never thought... I don’t want to do that,” she whispered and I
could see the doubts on her face.
“Wife has to obey, remember.”
“What if someone… what if we get burgled. I’d die if anyone saw
what I think you want to take.”
“We’ll be careful, babe. It’ll be alright,” I cajoled. “Anyway, you
don’t have a choice do you?”
“No… I guess not,” she said resignedly. “Tell me what you want me
to do.”
I took a lot, hundreds, actually. I’d look at them later and keep only
the best. There were lots of her posing in her street clothes then a slow, slow
striptease until she was finally down to panties and she showed the first
indication of a sanitary pad as she peeled the front down enough to show it.
She really enjoyed the striptease, posing in ludicrous ways, cheap,
vampish, innocent, coquettish and pornographic. She was a ready made
porn photo model, I was sure. It held good for later on when I started a
collection of pornography for our own personal pleasure. I’d even teach her
to use me as a model which she thought a marvellous idea.
I was in two minds what to do next. Use the time to discover the
mysteries of the sisterhood up close and personal, or stand back and record
it all. In the end I decided to do both.
She slipped her panties down, holding the pad in place. I wasn’t sure
how much notice I was taking of exposure and focus but I’d take several
images then come in and do things myself.
She was laying on the bed, her legs wide apart, holding the pad
against her groin. I knelt in the vee and took control, slapping her hand
away. Then I slowly peeled the pad down. Her naked, hairless slit was
closed and clean. The pad was stained a reddish brown where her blood had
soaked in and I finally learned what all women knew, that for once the
advertisements were true… except for the blue liquid of course but I
understood that anyway! I might be a man but I’m not that dumb.
She was looking down her body at me.
“Is it finished? I asked.
“Silly boy,” she chided. “Open my pussy and tell me what you see.”
“Oh, God, your bleeding, Jen. I’ll call a doctor,” I yelped in
consternation which sent her into fits of laughter. Then she saw my face and
realised I was playing too.
But there it was, not much but bright red blood that had formed no
more than a drop in the lower lips of her vulva. I patted the pad against it
and it vanished.
I went to the bathroom and brought a towel. “I’d better give the
sheets some protection,” I explained.
“It doesn’t gush, honey. It’s very slow.”
“Not after what I’m about to do.”
“What?”
I removed her pad completely and stripped my clothes as she lay still,
watching.
“You’re not going to…? Are you?”
“You said you were sexiest at this time, remember?”
“Yes but…”
She didn’t get the chance to finish for I knelt between her thighs and
Vesuvius, at his usual full-masted stand nudged her opening.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as she realised she was about to be mounted
in the middle of her period. But she made no move to stop me.
“Use some lubricant, darling,” she suggested.
Vesuvius found his own way, all the way in, deep and warm.
Warmer than normal, I thought but wasn’t really sure of that.
I kissed her lovingly. “Another first, my sweet.”
She sighed as I began to make love to a bleeding vagina. It was a
pleasant sigh of loving acceptance as I pushed to my limit. Naked groin
against nakedness. I loved the idea of hairless now.
“Fuck me, Adam. I love you inside me.”
So did I, I nodded but I didn’t want to end this happening with a
quick cum. It would be a waste.
My thrusting formed a lather of red, not a lot but enough to show the
evidence of her period.
Soon she was sighing and moving with me. She put her arms around
my neck and nuzzled her face against my neck.
“It’s wonderful, Adam. I love it.”
That was enough to bring my own feelings close to ultimate
happiness.
“Use your finger if you need to, baby,” I suggested because I didn’t
want to erupt before she had her pleasure and I was coming close.
“I’ve already had one, baby. It’s incredible.” I could feel the
shuddering then as she went through another climax. Hell, why had I held
off for so long?
I gave a couple of deep thrusts and held myself in the depths until I
filled her womb. It was incredible for me too. One of the best ejaculations
I’d ever experienced.
We were both exhausted. I held myself above her for some time until
weariness crept in. “I’ve got to pull out, Jen, I’m stuffed.”
“No, I’m the one who’s stuffed,” she giggled.
We managed to extricate Vesuvius so that most of the residue
drained onto her used pad. Just a small amount touched the towel so that
was one thing we didn’t have to secretly wash out. Whatever do landladies
think of the mess some of their clients must leave? I wondered, as I slid
along her body and laid in her arms.
“I never knew I had pink sperm,” I told her seriously.
“You are a sexy beast, Adam Gardiner. Have I ever told you that?”
“No, but I’ll accept the accolade. That’s what it was, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes, you’ll keep me quite happy doing things like this to me,”
she giggled.
“What other little secrets do you have in store for me, wench?”
She was silent for quite a while after that, then she turned on her side
and placed a hand on my cheek. “You have my permission to do whatever
naughty thing you like to me of with me, Adam. Whatever you want to do, I
will allow.”
That took my breath away. It was absolute capitulation, absolute
trust, absolute love. She’d said stuff like this before but this was proof
absolute.
“That’s a big offer, baby. You might regret it someday.”
“Don’t you want all of me?”
“Yes, everything, every minute thing about you. I want your all,” I
told her. “But in moments of deep sex drive, I may make you do things you
could never imagine. You have the right to refuse.”
“But I wouldn’t, Adam. I am your woman, absolutely.”
“I could make a great deal of money using your body.”
“I told you, anything.” The seriousness in her eyes told me she meant
every word.
I took her in my arms and held her to me, nuzzling her neck
Chapter Twenty Eight
“Come on, woman, up and get yourself dressed.”
She stirred and smiled. God, she was beautiful.
Then as she walked towards the bathroom I stopped her.
“No, in front of me, babe. You won’t need anything from in there.”
“My pads are there,” she told me.
“Just do what you’re told, woman,” I gestured trying to look
frustrated.
“Adam I have to wear a pad. It doesn’t take long to ooze out, you
know.”
“Good, glad to hear it but you won’t be wearing one this time. Here,”
I threw her used panties at her. “Put these on. We’re going walking.” Then
the penny dropped.
“You don’t… I can’t… You don’t understand, baby. I’ll leak.”
“Then leak if you must but that’s what I want, understand?”
Her eyes were wide open, whether it was shock or horror I couldn’t
quite make out but it made me feel master of the universe, especially when
she pulled the panties up her legs and stood looking at me.
“Come on, sugarplum, don’t look so glum.”
So she held my hand, or rather I held hers because she wasn’t too
happy accompanying me along the street.
“Does it make you feel vulnerable?” I asked smugly.
“Filthy bastard,” she whispered in my ear but I got the distinct
impression she was beginning to enjoy the escapade. No doubt the first time
she’d ever done anything like this since her periods began.
“Just imagine how much worse it will be when you’re standing in
front of our friends with a trail of red running down your thighs,” I
suggested and I felt her flinch.
“You wouldn’t, Adam. Really, you couldn’t do that. What would
anyone think, let alone friends?”
“They’d probably think you were just a dumb broad who had no idea
what was happening and they’d feel sorry for you.”
“I just know you wouldn’t make me do that, that’s all,” she said in a
bit of a huff.
“There is one thing you haven’t considered, my love,” I suggested.
“Oh, yes, what other dirty things has that mind of yours conjured
up?” She asked sarcastically.
“Well, we really don’t have any friends, do we? I mean, I have a few
and I guess you do but have any of your friends ever met me? I can’t recall
ever meeting even one of yours. We haven’t mixed in the same circles, have
we?”
She was silent for several minutes, her mind ticking over.
“I think you’re right, Adam. Strange, isn’t it?”
“Maybe it will help us settle down to married life without the
inevitable questions.”
She remained silent for many more minutes.
“I… I think we should go back, Adam. I think I am leaking real bad,”
she told me, expecting me to consent to her wishes. By now we had left the
small village and found our way along a forest walking track.
“Show me.”
After making sure no-one was in sight, she lifted her skirt and sure
enough there was the evidence. A dark patch of red covered the crotch of
her panties and a small trail had run several inches down her thigh.
“Follow me,” I said, dragging her deeper into the leafy forest, well
off the track. We found a large oak that had shed most of its leaves.
“Remove your skirt, baby, and the panties.” An evil smile crossed
her face as she watched me remove my pants as well.
“You’re going to fuck me again, aren’t you, Mr. Lastalot?”
“Lots of new things, remember?”
She laid herself down on the oak leaves and held a hand up to me. As
usual, Vesuvius saluted and I entered her womb once again. She sighed that
sigh of contentment. How I loved that sound.
“A little bit messier than last time,” I suggested to which she giggled.
“Guess who’s going to have to walk home all bloodied too?”
Ah, yes, she had much to learn, I smiled to myself.
There is something about fucking the one you love, in the au natural
under the arms of a huge oak. It was either that or incredible lovemaking
ability of the woman beneath me for it was the greatest sex I’d ever
experienced, limited though that was.
She held me tight, those little gurgles of pleasure bursting as
whispers in my ear. The only other sound was the slurping between our
genitals. Oh, yes, I thought, we’re making quite a mess down there.
I inundated her sheath just before she came with a loud gasp of
pleasure. Sex with my sister was beyond comprehension. It was just
incredible.
We both got the giggles once our pleasures had slowed and I flopped
out as limp as a dead worm. That was when she gasped and I thought we’d
been caught by someone.
“Wha…?”
“Oh, my god, look at the mess, Adam.”
She was right. My cock and all around including my balls were
smeared with pink and white, congealed together. Her thighs were no
different. No wonder we were hearing all those sloshing noises.
I couldn’t stop myself from another fit of giggles. I was still in the
afterglow state and my efforts sent her into paroxysms of laughter too.
Once we became silent again, a thought came to the fore. Would I?
Hell, it may be the only time.
“Clean me up, woman,” I demanded.
She pushed herself up and with a smile reached for her panties.
“You won’t need those, Jen. Do your wifely duty.” It took a while to
dawn.
I’ve seen her face in all sorts of surprise, doubt, shock and horror but
nothing like this one. I thought she was about to throw up.
“I can’t do that, Adam. I can’t. Please don’t…”
“You gave me your promise, babe,” I reminded her.
Her eyes moved from my face to my crotch and back again.
“You want me to lick you clean, don’t you?”
I didn’t respond but laid still waiting for her obey.
She tried to rise but then thought again and sat back.
“Please, Adam.”
“It may be the only time, maybe not but…” And I became silent
again, waiting for her to make up her mind. There was a moment when I
thought our wonderful affair was over. A look shrouded her face and then
she smiled sickly at me.
“I hope this is a once only,” she sighed and knelt over me.
She wasn’t sick. In fact after the first few seconds she actually took
her task quite seriously and by the time she had finished, Vesuvius was
ready to go again.
“Don’t you even think it, Adam Gardiner,” she warned me seriously.
“He might look strong but deep inside he’s all fucked out,” I assured
her as I sat up and kissed her squarely on the lips.
I stood and reached for my pants.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, buster?”
“Oh, thanks, babe,” I stammered.
“That’s not what I meant.” Then I followed her eyes towards her
crotch, her bloody crotch smeared with sperm that was slowly dribbling
onto the forest floor.
She saw my uncomprehending look.
“What’s good for the gander…” Was her answering retort.
My mind became a surging storm. God, how could I do that? It was
ghastly. Damn, I made her do the same and she wants me to reciprocate.
What choice did I have? Bloody well, none.
“I thought it starts with ‘What’s good for the goose,’ I stated feebly
then capitulated. “I guess you’re right baby. OK, let’s get it done.”
I knelt between her legs, the stain had reached almost to her knees
and I licked that up first. At least my top wouldn’t get stained that way. The
metallic taste wasn’t nearly as bad as it looked although I’ve got to say, I felt
more than a little queasy.
It was the first time I’d really tasted my own sperm, well sperm in
general. Almost tasteless with a strange consistency, was my description,
but the mess at the entrance was the worst, not in taste but just the look of
it. Red & white mixed together into a frothy lather. I cleaned it all. I even
sucked, trying to drain the last of my emissions which were mixed with her
own. There’s one thing that came from our mutual cleansings. We’d never
ask the other to do that again, well, not when her monthlies were around
anyway. And I told her so as we walked home.
She laughed aloud at that. It was like she had actually won the round
and I was kind of pleased she had.
As soon as we got to our room she threw her stained panties at me
and rushed into the shower. I followed a few minutes later.
Chapter Twenty Nine
We were laying on deck chairs next to a crystal blue pool at the last
stopover of our trip. One of those balmy autumn days when the sun had
decided to produce its last bit of warmth before winter.
It was a B&B but we were the only occupants. Jen wore her skimpy
bikini and Vesuvius was poking his head up trying to get a look but my
bathers refused to give in.
“If you want to play hanky panky, I’m agreeable, oh, master,” Jen
suggested coquettishly.
“I was just thinking,” I told her.
“About me, I hope, with that erection in your pants.”
“Well sort of. Let’s go and sit on the lawn, in that bit in the sun.”
“We can’t do it here, Adam. They’ll see us from their lounge room.”
“No we’ll do that, as you call it, inside. Just come with me.”
We sat together, my back to the windows of their living room. I
reached out and cupped her pussy. “Pee your pants, babe.”
“Whaaat,” she gasped but she remained smiling as she poked her
crotch harder against my hand. “You really want me to?”
“When you’re ready,” I suggested.
It took her quite a while to work herself into the situation.
“Oh, damn, it’s almost there,” she giggled as she looked into my
eyes. Then I felt the warmth flow over my palm and onto the lawn.
“Is this sexy for you?” She asked as she pushed out as much fluid as
she could.
“Just another experience,” I assured her.
She laughed and added, “I hope I haven’t killed this patch of grass.”
Then after she finished, she groaned, “How am I going to get to my
room like this. I’m leaking everywhere.”
“Jump into the pool then no-one will ever know.”
The squeal was loud as she rose to the surface. “Oh, God, this is
freezing,” she gasped, scrambling from the water. I wrapped a towel around
her shoulders and followed her back to our room.
The bathroom soon became a steam room as she turned the hot water
up as high as she could bear. Then she called me.
“Come and join me, baby.”
“Too hot for me.”
“I’ll make it cooler. Come on.”
We squeezed in together and she knelt down. “Now you do it to me.”
It only took a moment to realise what she meant. She held Vesuvius,
not in a sexual way and that meant he wasn’t as hard as he could have been.
“Do you really want me to?”
“Hurry up, damn you, Adam.”
So I peed. She used him like a fire hose, wetting every inch of her
face and breasts, her eyes and lips closed but she could feel the stream
splashing over her. When I’d finished, she kissed his head them sucked him
inside.
“Thank you my darling appendage,” she whispered with that devilish
voice she had, as she caressed my man with her cheek.
As we dried ourselves off, she said something strangely invigorating.
“You know there are three people in this marriage, Adam. A bit like
Princess Di, don’t you think?”
“Three? Who…?”
“You, me and Vesuvius. I have two wonderful men in my life. I’m a
very lucky girl.”
“So are we two.”
We made beautiful love that lasted all afternoon, off and on, that is.
Chapter Thirty
“You said something the other day that got me thinking, Adam,” she
began as we were wending our way back home.
“Oh, yes,” I answered guardedly.
“About our friends.”
“What about them?”
“Well, yours don’t know me and mine don’t know you.”
“I understand that.”
“So if we told them we’d eloped north to get married, who would
ever suspect it wasn’t true?”
It began to sink in. She was right.
“And,” she continued, “Mum and Dad have no family so there will
never be relatives to blow our cover. We could simply move in together.
When our friends come around, we are happily married. When Mum and
Dad do, and that is almost never, we are simply sharing an apartment.”
I was absolutely blown away with the thought. I slammed the breaks
on and pulled over to the side of the road. For a long moment I stared
straight ahead, not believing it could be so simple.
“You don’t want to, do you?” I could hear the heartbreak in her
voice.
I looked into her eyes then leaned over to kiss her. “Get out of the
car, Jen.”
“What? Here? What for?” Her face was still full of doubt but she did
as I asked.
I went around to her side, took one of her hands and knelt on one
knee, asking, “Jennifer, would you do me the greatest honour of becoming
my wife?”
She cracked up, giggles and tears, the whole works. “You silly ass, I
am your wife,” she told me as she pulled me back up.
Two smart-ass drivers tooted as they passed but they couldn’t break
the passionate embrace we were in.
The End
Authors epilogue:
Adam and Jen are still living the happily married life they embarked
on so many years ago.
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