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 A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.

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   The Grange Part 3

   There was no doubt that both girls were more than a little tipsy and Mrs
Stevens wondered just how much drink had been poured into them.  She
watched and assessed as they moved around the room choosing clothes and
finally decided that they would be safe to come down but would need to be
watched.

   As it happened both girls chose almost matching outfits.  Simple halter
tops, without bras of course, and shorts.  Stacey was wearing red shorts
and a white top and Ann wore dark blue shorts with a paler blue top.  Both
were also insistently barefoot.

   Back at the barbeque the sense of regret was almost palpable as the men
cautiously glanced at the two girls.  "They were much more alluring in
bikinis" one slightly more drunken guest loudly announced just before a red
faced wife said their goodbyes, offered apologies and bundled him towards
their car.

   Mrs Stevens expressed her concerns and need for watchfulness to both her
husband and her son and the girls were let loose amongst the guests. 
Despite that watchfulness both girls continued to attract attention and
both girls continued to obtain contraband from some of the men.

   At one point they found themselves alongside the bar with one much older
gent.  He offered them a sip of his whiskey and helped them to it, one by
one, by placing a hand firmly on their buttocks to steady them.  On another
occasion the duty barman encouraged the girls behind the bar where he fed
them bottled lager and where, between customers, he stood with a hand down
each of their tops as they giggled and drank.

   This went unseen by the protective trio and only when Ann nearly fell
into the pool did Matt decide to break up the party.

   Mrs Stevens grabbed Stacey and kept her daughter by her side whilst
Matt, convinced that Ann was unable to focus or stand unaided, helped the
girl to the foot of the stairs, bent and allowed her to fall over his
shoulder and then carried her up to bed.

   He lay her down and grabbed a nearby blanket to cover the pretty girl
but he couldn't quite resist and, before he left, he tugged the bottom of
her halter top up over her breasts to expose them to his gaze.  A small
suckle on each one and he rearranged her clothing, finished covering her
and left adjusting his growing erection in his speedos.

   When Ann awoke at around 7.30 she was not alone.  Stacey was out cold on
the bed next to hers.  She was naked save for a white thong and the covers
that had been placed over her had been thrown aside.  Ann studied her
friend's body for a few moments before realising that the taste in her
mouth was not getting any better.  She sat upright and her head thumped. 
Her eyes swam with liquid and her stomach heaved.  Holding a hand to her
mouth she reached the adjoining bathroom just in time to throw up in the
sink.

   The door opened behind her as she finished retching.

   "I'm so sorry Mrs Stevens, I'll clean it up."

   "You'll do no such thing young lady.  I'll sort this out.  Now go
downstairs and get some food and water into you.  Can you manage the stairs
on your own?"

   Ann nodded and with a last glance of the remnants of her vomit in the
sink turned and left.

   As she dawdled into the kitchen Mr Stevens came to her, wrapped a big
arm around her and helped her to a chair.  Sandwiches and water were placed
before her, as were two paracetemol tablets.

   The girl took the tablets quickly but pushed the food aside.

   "Eat Ann, you'll feel better all the sooner if you do." Whispered Mr
Stevens.

   The girl nibbled at the food, drank three further glasses of water and
suddenly, as if a light had been switched on, realised that she felt much
better.

   "I'm really sorry that it went so far" Mr Stevens was saying

   "S'not your fault.  I think me an Stace went a bit silly with the
drinks."

   "Yes you did" replied Mr Stevens "but that's what alcohol does.  It
removes inhibitions and one of the inhibitions that it removes is the one
which prevents you from drinking too much.  Sometimes, once you start it's
easier to keep going than stop.  Anyway do you feel well enough to face
your parents.  It's Sunday and it's getting late."

   Ann nodded and was sent upstairs to change back into her normal clothes.
Stacey was still out cold, naked but for her thong, arms and legs akimbo.
On display as much now as during the party.

   Ann looked at her a number of times as she changed.  Once ready to go
she placed her overnight bag at the door and came back to the prone form of
her friend.  She gave a little kiss on the girls forehead.  Nothing.  She
allowed a hand to accidentally brush over the nearest nipple and noticed it
twitch slightly under her touch.  Finally, slipping her fingers under the
waistband of Stacey's thong, she lifted the material a little and peered
down.

   Silky smooth.  Young as she was Stacey had to be shaving deliberately.
She'd heard about girls like that.  Harlots her dad would have said.

   Ann picked up her bag and made her way downstairs to where Mr Stevens
and an envelope awaited her.

   "I can't take it Mr Stevens" she whispered.

   "Of course you can Ann.  You earned it and besides, you don't know
what's in it yet." "Well I think that it's gonna be money." The teen
replied and waited for his acknowledgement.  "And...  well that's real nice
of you but I have nowhere to put it.  I don't even know where to hide the
last lot."

   Mr Stevens allowed a smile to spread across his features.

   "Tell you what Ann, we'll open an account for you.  Your um earnings can
go into it and if you need some cash you can just ask for some.  OK?"

   "I suppose that will be ok.  I'm not sure I want to do this again
though."

   "I can understand that.  I'm pretty sure that I don't want you getting
into quite this much trouble again and I certainly wouldn't leave you alone
with those sharks for so long next time but you are a real asset you know."

   "I think" said Ann quietly "That my ass is the asset."

   Mr Stevens laughed "You're a bright girl - I'd like to keep you on my
side - think about it."

   She thought all the way home, a silent Mr Stevens walking alongside of
her, and then she was there.  Her father was opening the door and beaming
and she felt so very, very tired.

   "Sorry it's so late Frank" Mr Stevens was saying "Ann here has been a
Godsend today but I think we wore her out.  I wanted to give her this but
she wouldn't take it.  Perhaps you can persuade her that she's worth it."

   He handed over £20 to Mr Mitchell.

   "Oh Mr Stevens, I'm sure that's very generous of you.  I'll make sure it
gets put into her savings account, and don't worry about the time, the
occasional late night won't kill."

   And then she was in her own bed and sleep came quickly.

   Over the coming weeks Ann continued to visit Stacey and her family at
The Grange.  It was an incident free period though and the girls did the
things that young girls do.  They chatted, they helped each other with make
up and they tried out clothes combinations in addition to playing practical
jokes on Matt, the odd board game and catching some of the latest movies in
the purpose built tv/cinema room in the basement.

   A section of the cupboards in Stacey's room had been allocated to Ann
and all the clothes that she could never wear in front of her parents were
stored there.

   During the same period Mr Mitchell had spent more and more time away.  A
few days here and a few more days there helping to set up a new unit that
was part of the efficiency plan that he had originally suggested.

   Essentially, it meant building their own small plant to make an
essential component themselves rather than having to wait on the erratic
service from the current supplier.

   For reasons of economy and the need to attract a workforce with the
right skills, the new unit was being put together just down the road from
the existing supplier and was almost 200 miles from home.

   During these trips Mr Mitchell would spend his nights at a local B&B,
eat quiet lonely meals and never incur additional expenses.  He would
return home tired and frustrated that the travelling was costing so much
time that could be used elsewhere and he remained cautious about submitting
expenses claims.  So cautious, in fact, that people started to notice.

   "Frank, come in sit down." Invited Mr Stevens one Thursday afternoon. 
"I understand that we're nearly ready to fire up the production line."

   "Well yes but I'd like to be there for a bit when we do - just in case
there are any problems that I haven't thought of."

   "Well that's fine" agreed Mr Stevens.

   "Umm" replied Frank "I'm just concerned about the cost of my travel
expenses if I make the trip regularly and I'm worried about my
accommodation expense if I stay for too long."

   "Yeah I wanted to talk to you about your expenses" confirmed Mr Stevens.

   Fran Mitchell felt the colour drain from his face.  Surely there was
nothing untoward in the expense claims that he had submitted.

   "Frankly Frank, sorry `bout that one! .  frankly the claims you put in
are ridiculous.  I mean nobody expects you to be subsidising me or the
company and it's quite obvious that these claims don't cover everything."

   An uncomfortable silence descended.

   "Okay" said Mr Stevens "here's the deal.  I want you to oversee this
project.  I want you to make sure that it's working well and I want you to
enjoy doing it.  From now on you travel first class.  If you want to drive
then hire a suitable car.  If you want to go by train then it's first class
tickets and a taxi at either end.  Whilst you are away you stay in a hotel
not some sleazy B&B, and I mean a decent hotel with a decent restaurant
and, if you want to use the bar, you damn well do so."

   Silence once more and then finally

   "Thank you Mr Stevens but I really don't want to take liberties."

   "Ok Ok.  Let's think of this the other way around. ....  Do you want
people to think that I'm cheap or that I can't pay my employees well?"

   "Well no, of course not."

   "well then Frank, for pitys sake get out there and spend some of my
money!  Most of it will be covered by tax savings anyway."

   "Ok, Thank you I think I understand Mr Stevens."

   "Right then.  I've had reports from the site and I think I need you
there for at least 4 or 5 weeks when we go live.  Do you agree?"

   "Well I was hoping not to be away that long but it's probably an
accurate assessment." Replied Frank Mitchell.

   "Ok....  Well I have an idea that wouldn't work with everybody and I
wouldn't want others here to know about." He waited until Frank indicated
that he should proceed.  "Right well, the kids break up for summer in about
a week.  Why don't you and Mrs Mitchell make this a bit of a holiday break
and leave Ann with us." He held up a hand to stifle the immediate reaction.
"I think that the two of you spending some quality time in a good hotel and
enjoying some good food cooked by somebody other then Mrs Mitchell might go
down quite well at home.  You don't need to be on site every day - you just
need to be near in case you are needed.  Hotels aren't good for kids long
term and Ann fits in really well with my family.  Honestly Frank, before
you give me a decision, you have to understand that I mean what I say, the
offer is good, and you have to discuss it with your wife ....Joy isn't it?"

   The two men shook hands and rank left the office slightly bewildered.

   Joy Mitchell could hardly believe her ears.  She knew better than to say
so though.  The decision had to be her husbands.  But the thought of a
hotel lifestyle for maybe a month, all expenses paid, and she couldn't stop
grinning gleefully.  Even Frank noticed the glow and finally reasoned with
himself that it would be alright, providing that Ann was happy to stay at
The Grange for all that time.

   "Are you kidding" thought Joy Mitchell "the girl will jump at the
chance."

   And so it was that when Frank Mitchell solemnly explained the reasons
for needing to leave his child behind and how they wouldn't go if Ann
didn't want them too, his child simply threw her arms around his neck, told
him that they should go enjoy themselves and that she would be very happy
spending the summer with Stacey and her family.

   The night before Ann was to arrive Stacey walked into Matt's room and
sat on the edge of his bed.  The boy was wearing shorts and a t shirt, but
only just as he was still doing the shorts up when his sister burst in.

   "Do you ever think of knocking Stace?" he asked sarcastically

   She smiled her response.

   "So what do you want sis?"

   "Remember when we first moved in Matty boy."

   "Don't call me Matty boy.  And remember what exactly?" he replied.

   Stacey sighed theatrically.  "When I first met Ann I said she could be
our next experiment."

   "Oh yeah" replied Matt "and I told you to get lost `cos I didn't want
trouble."

   "Don't be silly bro.  You always do what I tell you eventually." She
whined

   "Maybe not any more lil sis." He huffed

   Smiling Stacey undid the buttons on the front of her shirt.

   Matt looked at the growing divide and the pale flesh peeking out between
the material.  "It won't work sis, I'm not interested."

   "Matt you're just playing hard to get" said his sister as she slipped
her blouse off her shoulders to reveal her creamy flesh.  She was naked
from the waist up now.  A bra would have been pointless for this exercise.
She watched him swallow hard.  "This time Matty boy, if you're good, you
can touch them for a bit."

   Matt let the name go, or didn't notice it.  He stared at his sisters
perfect pert young breasts.  Breasts that he had seen and admired before.
Breasts that she had never let him touch.

   "You wanna touch my tits bro?"

   He was there in a flash, kneeling before his sister and drawing a nipple
into his mouth.

   Stacey reached down, found his building erection within his shorts and
whispered in his ear.

   "If I take care of this for you will you do the experiment with me." She
asked

   He nodded vigorously as he switched his mouth between nipples.

   A few strokes later without having to touch his bare flesh, Stacey felt
the boy tense and then shudder.  She milked him a little to ensure that
there would be maximum mess in his shorts and then pushed him back, did up
her blouse and swept towards the door.

   "Wait" he exclaimed, dimly aware of the growing coldness around his
crotch "What's the experiment?"

   Stacey stopped briefly.  "Not sure yet but I think that we can get her
into slave mode for you, me and maybe the neighbourhood boys as well." She
watched his face pale across the room.

   "Don't be silly Matt, you wanted to fuck her the first time you met her.
You should have done her that night when she passed out but I don't suppose
that you did.  Did you?"

   He shook his head no.

   "Still a virgin Matty boy?"

   "Yeah - you?" he asked back.

   "Uh huh" she replied "and I still plan to be when this is finished." She
added as she left.

   Ann duly arrived on the Friday evening carrying two overnight bags this
time.  Stacey helped her upstairs with them, tossed them into a cupboard
and suggested that she might like to change into some real clothes or the
evening.  Ann giggled, opened her own section of the cupboard space and
picked out some garments.  Stacey assisted with a few "yeah that's nice" or
"no not tonight" comments and then Ann set about changing.

   Stacey made no attempt to look away or indeed hide her interest in her
friend as she undressed.  Ann noticed and briefly thought of turning her
back on her friend as she lowered her plain white panties, but remembered
her own guilty sneek peek inside Stacey's underwear and dropped her
underwear where she stood.  She allowed a moment of silent nakedness before
she pulled on the somewhat briefer thong that she had chosen.  Added a pair
of short shorts over that and slipped into a blue halter neck to finish
off.

   "No bra Ann?  Your tits are growing ya know." Queried Stacey

   "They ain't that big" laughed Ann

   "I think you wanna give my bro a thrill" went on Stacey "you really are
quite the slut Ann." She smiled as she said it and Ann joined in the joke,
even though no joke was there.

   The weekend passed by pleasantly.  A modicum of shopping on the Saturday
saw Ann's Grange wardrobe fill up a little more, some of it she chose, some
things were chosen by Stacey or Mrs Stevens and one or two items were
picked out by Mr Stevens and kept separate.

   Either way, come Monday morning she was spoiled for choice.  Eventually,
after discussing what Stacey was planning to wear both girls ended up in
shorts with plain t shirts over.  Each had bikinis on underneath with the
intention of just stripping off ad taking a plunge when the need arose.

   At breakfast Ann was surprised that it was just the two of them.

   "Mum works" stated Stacey simply.  "Alongside Dad" she went on to
explain "and I heard Matt leave early - I think he has a new friend.  So
it's just the two of us right now.  Even the cleaner will be finished in
half an hour or so.

   Ann felt a sudden burst of responsibility, trust, freedom, call it what
you will but it was a feeling that she hadn't had before.  The small
feelings of insecurity were swamped by this new rush.

   For much of the morning the girls swam, chatted.  Chatted and swam.  It
was during one of the chatting sessions when they lay side by side on the
patio letting the sun toast their exposed skin that Matt returned.

   Greeting were exchanged and then Matt went to change.  He appeared in
swim shorts rather than tight speedos and Ann had to admit a little
disappointment to herself.

   Still the subsequent games in the pool made up for it and Ann noticed
that Matt would allow his hands to roam rather like the old men at the
barbeque given the chance.  They broke for lunch and Stacey suggested dry
swimming clothes rather than dripping all over the house.

   Once in her room she got all giggly, telling Ann how much Matt liked her
and how she would if he wasn't her brother.  This generated another
"STACEY" squeal from Ann and both girls collapsed into giggles.

   This time Matt did appear in a pair of tight speedo briefs.  He moved
slowly and gave ample opportunity for Ann to feast herself on his firm
young body.  She continued with her surreptitious glances even after lunch
when the three teens decided to lay out for while to give lunch time to be
digested.

   "Boring" shouted Stacey about 5 minutes in.  The other two laughed.

   "There's no way you're going back in the pool until at least an hour has
passed sis." Announced Matt.

   "Well how about a game then?" asked Stacey

   "Only if you can think of one which doesn't involve moving" said Matt "I
have quite a nice view here."

   Ann glanced to her left and saw Matt staring straight at her.  She
blushed.

   "ok.  Ok let's think a min" said Stacey unaware of Matt's view of
rolling breasts.

   "K Got one" announced Stacey "truth or truth".  I figured you can't play
truth or dare without moving so I thought we'd start with a lil truth or
truth.  You up for it Matt?" "Suppose so" replied the boy.

   "Ann?" Stacey asked

   "Never played.  Don't know the rules" replied Ann

   "Jeez Ann....  Look it's really simple.  We each take turns to ask one
of the others a question and they have to answer, truthfully."

   "How do we know if they're telling the truth" asked Ann

   "Cos that's the rules peeps do ...  and if tey don't and the others spot
a lie then they do a forfeit." Went on Stacey.

   "Hey that means moving" complained Matt

   "Not if you don't lie" snapped Stacey.

   "So what's the forfeit?" asked Ann

   "Well if you're not gonna lie we don't need to worry, do we?" responded
Matt and both he and Ann burst into giggles.

   "Hey c'mon guys" moaned Stacey "be serious here.  The forfeit has to be
bad enough to put you off and yet doable.  I know, the liar has to strip
naked and stay naked until mum and dad have both been home 30 minutes.

   "No way" said Ann

   "Oh we might as well Ann" chimed Matt "It'll keep her quiet and all you
have to do is not lie."

   "I suppose" agreed Ann "ok.  I'll giveit a go.

   "attagurl Ann" said Stacey "you can go first"

   Ann thought for a minute, glancing at the boy to her left.  "ok Matt -
do you have a girlfriend?"

   "I have lots of friends who are girls but not exactly a girlfriend" he
replied promptly.

   "Stacey" announced Matt "Why did you think up this game?"

   Everybody laughed.

   "Cos, big brother, I thought it was a chance to get to know each other a
bit more without moving from the loungers."

   "Good answer" chimed Matt "Your turn."

   "k......  Ann, did you enjoy my bro feeling you up in the pool?" and
with that Stacey leant on her elbow to watch the reaction of her friend.

   "STACEY!" Ann squealed as she had done many times before.

   "Answer the question Ann" prompted Stacey.

   "k ....  Yeah I did I s'pose." Whispered Ann

   "Good girl" shouted Stacey.  Your turn.

   Ann thought again determined to try and knock Stacey off her pedestal
just a bit.

   "Stacey.  At the barbeque when Dan had your top off in the pool did you
like it?" she asked

   This time Stacey was silent for a moment.  Finally words came slowly and
a little hesitantly.

   "Kinda" she whispered and then louder, more confidently, "It was nice
getting my tits felt but I hated that he was so old."

   "Well" said Ann about to ask some more.

   "No way Ann" interrupted Matt "if you wanna ask more questions you have
to wait your turn.  Its my turn now."

   Ann went dutifully silent.

   Matt carried on.

   "Same question to you Ann.  Did you enjoy Paul touching your tits?"

   "I didn't not enjoy it but I was a bit worried." She replied.

   "umm" said Matt "guess that'll do - your turn Stacey."

   "K" started Stacey "Ann after that when we were earning drinks which did
you like most the old bloke touching your arse or the barman with his hands
down your top?"

   "What" exploded Matt

   "Not your turn Matt" said his sister Matt went quiet.

   "C'mon Ann, you have to answer." chided Stacey

   "I don't remember much" started Ann "but the barman was younger and
quite good looking."

   "Ok girl, get in with your question quick whilst my bro is still
confused." Said Stacey

   Ann laughed, Matt shook his head.

   Ann took a deep breath.  "Do you mind being used as eye candy at these
parties?"

   "Who you asking?" asked Matt

   "Both of you really"

   "That's 2 questions then" stated Stacey "we all get to ask two questions
this round.  Matt you answer first"

   "Why me" asked Matt but then shrugged and started "I treat it as a game.
Its quite nice to think that women find me good to look at even if they are
really old sometimes."

   Both the others looked at Stacey.

   "First, it's not only old women who like to check you out Matt" and both
Matt and Ann blushed a little "second I find it amazing that I can have so
much influence over men.  I hate it if they touch me but like Matt I kinda
treat it like a game.  Matt you get two questions."

   "Do I have to ask you both the same question?" he asked

   "Is that one of the questions?" quipped Ann

   "Just go for it bro" added his sister.

   "Ann, do you mind if I feel you up some more in the pool later?" he
smiled broadly at her.

   Ann was a little flustered and glanced at Stacey who widened her eyes in
a look of mock shock.

   "No I guess I don't mind Matt" Ann finally responded.

   "Whoooo hoooo girl" squealed Stacey.

   "Second question" Matt continued "also for Ann.  What would your father
do if he heard your answer to that question?"

   Ann went white just thinking about it.  She bit her lip as she reasoned
it out.

   "well?" encouraged Matt

   Ann took a deep breath.  "He would spank me.  He would make me take down
my jeans or lift my skirt and spank me through my panties."

   "Whoa!  Unreal" exclaimed Matt

   "My turn" interrupted Stacey.

   "Matt, would you like Ann to take off her bikini top for you?"

   No hesitation - "Yup no doubt about it!" he replied

   "K" said Stacey "so second question to Ann - would you take off your top
for Matt to see your titties?"

   Ann glanced from one sibling to the other.  All three knew the answer
and all three knew what would happen if she answered honestly.  Logically
then, Ann knew what would happen if she lied.

   "I would" she said with as much pride as she could find "if he asked
me."

   More whooo hoos from Stacey and a beaming smile from Matt.

   "But first" Ann continued " I think I get my turn....is it still two
questions?"

   "Whatever" said an excited Matt.

   "Stacey" asked Ann "Do you mind your brother seeing your tits?"

   "No" came the immediate and stern reply.

   "Second question to Stacey then" said Ann "If I end up topless would you
be willing to take your top off too?"

   Stacey was caught.  She had admitted that she had no objection to Matt
seeing her topless if she now declined to join her friend she felt sure
that Ann would call a lie and be able to convince Matt too.  Her own
forfeit was likely to trap her.

   She smiled at Ann.  "yeah ok sister" and then looking at Matt "Your turn
bro."

   Matt pretended to think for a moment but he had already sorted the words
I his head.

   "Ann" he started "Would you please take your top off for me?" a question
and a request in the same line.  A question and request that, based on
previous questions and answers was likely to result in two 13 year old
girls, one admittedly his sister, getting their tits out for him.

   He waited as the girls looked at each other and at him.  Ann moved
first, tugging undone the string behind her head and ten reaching back to
untie the bow at the back she pulled the wisps of material away.  Fighting
the urge to cross her arms over her breasts she instead looked sideways at
the friend who had gotten her into this and with a definite "humph" Stacey
followed suit and tossed her own bikini top aside.

   The game ended there by default.  Matt was interested only in devouring
the sight before him and Ann and Stacey knew that the first dual had been
fought and drawn.  Stacey reached out and held Ann's hand as Matt knelt
between the two reclining teens and almost dribbled over their breasts.

   Sure enough, when pool time resumed, Matt took every opportunity of
groping Ann's breasts.  In fact he took a few grabs at his sister too and
enjoyed every minute.  As the game progressed so did Matt and Ann found his
hand squirming between her thighs on more than one occasion.  Eventually
the girls took control.  After a brief discussion the boy was attacked. 
Between them the girls managed to struggle his speedos off and toss them
out of the pool.  Before he could retaliate the two girls were stood a safe
distance from the waters edge waiting for the teenage boy to emerge
completely naked.  Eventually Matt gave in, covered his genitals with his
hands as best he could, clambered out of the pool, retrieved his speedos
and retreated to his room.

   The girls themselves recovered their tops and dried off in the late
afternoon sun.

   "Delightful" said Mr Stevens as he stood looking down on the two bikini
clad teens later on.  "I must use the back door more often!"

   This time it was Stacey who squealed "DAD!".

   End of part 3.