Keeping it in the family
Sven the Elder
October 2002


Fuck the first

Some time ago I dated an air hostess - well that's what they were called in those days - I guess these days they're known as a Flight Attendant, cabin crew - Hell! Whatever - I've even heard them called 'trolley dollies'!  They work hard to earn their pay and I certainly wouldn't be that disparaging.

This was back in the sixties and this lass worked out of the airport I also worked at. I was a techie behind the scenes and I'd met up with her in the staff canteen.  It was towards the end of the shift - the canteen had been empty and she'd come in for a coffee before going home, glanced round then asked if she could join me. It ended up with me offering a lift home, she accepting, us stopping off for a quiet drink and then her spending the night with me.  I think the only thing we didn't do was sleep. She was an insatiable and inventive lover and we had an easy uncomplicated affair that lasted for several years. Neither of us was possessive, which was probably just as well. When she was away I certainly had other girlfriends that she knew about and she used to tell me all about the randy Captains that tried, and sometimes succeeded, in bedding her.

During this time I had an apartment in the centre of the city this airport served - sorry! I'm not going to be any more open about its location than that, I still have a lot of friends in that area.  She lived with her parents a way out of town and a lot closer to the airport. We had been an item for a year or so when we arrived back to my apartment after an evening out to find the police blocking off the end of the road and a good number of fire-trucks littering the scene. When you realise it's your block that's the cause of the problem it leaves you a little numb. That was the night I got to meet the rest of the family:  Ma, Pa, two younger sisters and - as they lived on a farm - a whole raft of animals both domestic and otherwise.


I got made a fuss of and some spare clothes sorted out.  Their son no longer lived at home but fortunately kept some clothes there, and as I was about his size they were donated and I got to use his bedroom.  In fact, apart from smoke damage my apartment was reasonably unscathed. I got to salvage my belongings a few days later and after some specialist cleaning, paid for by the insurance company, most all of my things were ok. The fire turned out to be caused by faulty wiring, so I got some compensation and my deposit back as well as a rent rebate.

Karen's family wouldn't hear of me looking for anywhere else so I ended up in John's room and rapidly became a sort of honorary family member. Except that Karen and I weren't intending to get married, no matter what the family may have thought - we'd both decided that some time previously.  Her four or five days off between flights that sometimes took her to the other side of the world for ten days or more were just fine, but neither she nor I were intending to remain celibate in the intervening periods while we were not together. Which in itself rapidly became a problem. Damn me, but it became quite apparent that while Karen was away Ma and Pa did not expect the mouse to play. Now I'm not  a screw-a-night guy, but a week without a good shag was about as much as I could cope with - a whole 15 days, which was the period Karen was away just after I moved in, was dire.  Well, it would have been except that Skye, her sister, decided to take it into her head to 'look after' me.

Perhaps I ought to explain, Karen was the eldest at 23, same age as me. Skye, which is I suspect where her parents conceived the girl, was 21 and the youngest, Julie, 18. John, who I knew vaguely from work experience in the past, was Karen's twin.

I'm not sure that Karen knew about this new arrangement, but neither am I sure that at the time I cared too much in any case. I'd retired to bed a little earlier than usual, read for a time and then as the house settled down and other folks went to bed I'd turned the light out and started to doze off. I was roused about an hour later by someone in my room.  The floor boards in that old house tended to creak  -  my bedroom floor was no exception -  and the gentle creak had woken me just before the covers were eased back and a warm naked body eased in beside me.  The bed was a comfortably sized double, which helped, but even still it was a very nice pair of tits that got pressed against me.

"Are you awake, Sven?" Skye's voice was close enough to blow in my ear at the same time.

"Yes - what the hell are you doing here? Your Dad'll go mental if he catches you here. I'll be chased down the road on the end of a shotgun!"

Skye's response was to giggle gently and to tell me that as it was Friday night they wouldn't be too interested.  I had to ask why, and was told that 'Friday night was nookie night,' and once her Dad had his shag he'd be out like a light, with her mother close behind.

I have to say that with Skye's hot, sexy body rubbing up against mine I actually wasn't about to either care too much or argue.  Skye's fingers found my cock better than almost ready and she breathed "Nice..." in my ear and departed south to sample it. A second later I had to stifle a groan as she wrapped her lips round me.

As she'd headed off in that direction she was almost turned round and I had a rather nice ass close by, so not being of a shy nature I felt it might be nice to follow suit and have a little feast. I'm not at all sure what she'd been up to before she'd arrived in my bed, but she was hot, juicy and open as I poked my tongue into her box as far as I could.  The reaction, as she sucked on my shaft, was everything I had hoped it might be and her juices flowed even more copiously. My bed was going to be a rather damp place to sleep in later that night.

In the race to see who'd come first I beat her easily and she swallowed all of that first load like a professional. I could feel her clit between my lips and it seemed to grow even more as her own orgasm arrived and she stiffened and groaned  as the spasm overtook her and I got to lap even more of her juices.  She scooted round and laid along me, breasts delectably squashed against me, leg over my own and her bottom cupped in my hand. She kissed me, my own taste tart on her lips.

"Not so grumpy now?"

All I could do was squeeze her gently before saying that I didn't realise I had been.  Skye laughed quietly herself as she gently rubbed her lovely tits against me again.

"Ready for more?" Her answer came as my dick stiffened against her leg.  She almost purred as she moved on top of me, spread her legs wide enough and wriggled me inside her. Barely moving she started to contract her muscles on me, screwing me, milking me then reaching down to pull my ass even tighter against her and me deeper inside as she shivered and shook herself to another intense one.

She was not as wet now, and too sensitive as well, so she moved off me and started to snuggle into me half asleep. I gently reminded her that her mother had started to bring me a cup of tea in bed in the morning and that if she found her darling daughter in bed with the lodger it might not go down too well. Skye snorted at me, but did kiss me and got out and as quietly as possible went back to her own room.  I breathed a sigh of relief, got up and opened a window a so that the smell of sex might have gone down a bit before that cup of tea arrived, climbed back into my damp, aromatic bed and slept soundly with Skye's taste on my lips for memory.




Fuck the second

I woke late the next day - not being on shift coupled with it being a Saturday meant I had a rare lie-in. In fact it was a car pulling away down the lane leading to the main road a mile or so away that roused me. A moment or two later there was a tap on the door and as it opened Julie's voice said, "Are you decent?" Then without waiting she came straight on in with my morning tea. I think we both blushed a bit as I sat up to hide my 'morning glory' but nothing more was alluded to so the moment passed.

"Karen's told us that you used to ride a year or so ago. I'm off to exercise my horse this morning, and Mum said that she won't be riding this weekend. If you want to take her hunter out for exercise she's more than happy."

Now, up to this point Julie had always been the shy one of the family with me, and this was one of the longest pieces of conversation I'd had with her, and I hadn't even joined it. I asked when she was heading out and she told me she had planned to go in about half an hour.

"OK, I'd love to," I said, "I don't eat a lot of breakfast so I'll have a shower, finish my tea and join you at the stables."

"Oh, great," grinned Julie, "I'll go start saddling them both up," and she shot off out of the room, rather to my relief.

As I slipped out of bed I was aware of the smell of last night's great sex that still lingered in the room and as I opened the windows rather wider than before  to let the smell of the farm come in I breathed an inward sigh of thanks that Angela, Julie and Skye's mother, hadn't come in as she usually did. I was going to have to do something with Skye's juicy odour if the evening's adventure was to be repeated as I hoped it might.

By the time I got down to the stables Julie had saddled up both horses and was just tightening the cinch on mine.

"Is Skye not coming as well?" I asked.

Julie just snorted derisively and muttered that since Skye had discovered that getting a man between her thighs was as pleasurable as it was, she didn't think of much else! She glanced at me with a slightly raised eyebrow as she said it.

I coughed and turned away to go climb up on my horse. She whinnied gently as I approached.  As usual when I rode, I went to her head first, made eye-contact with those great brown eyes and stroked her nose. She nuzzled me gently and I knew we were in for a good workout together. Julie looked at me, head on one side a little, and grinned as she observed quietly that it was nice to see someone who treated their ride with respect, then she led off moving out of the farm yard down the back lane. We walked quietly together, side by side, until we reached an open gate that led into rough pasture that stretched up a hill that climbed gradually for about half a mile or so. I followed suit as Julie eased into a canter and thus we gently climbed the hill, easing back to a trot and then back down to a walk as we reached the top.

Turning her mount round to face back over the deep valley that now stretched out in front of us, Julie reined in and stopped.

As I came quite close along side she looked at me and said quite matter-of-factly, "You and Skye'll have to learn to be quieter when you fuck. I don't know whether Mum and Dad heard you, but I certainly did, and the way your room smelt this morning..." She wrinkled her nose expressively.

What do you say in that sort of situation?  All I could say was, "Sorry, I'll try and keep her quieter next time."

Julie looked at me and added, "I should think so too - if Mum and Dad hadn't been screwing each other's brains out the other side of me I'm sure they would have heard.  As it was, with the four of you going at it the way you were I couldn't get to sleep and it's a wonder the house wasn't moving."  She giggled a little to herself at the thought of her last remark.

"You're only jealous that you weren't getting any as well."

She looked at me thoughtfully and said, "If Mum and Dad had been away I might have come and joined the pair of you."

Then she turned her horse away and kicked it gently into a trot along the old green way on the top of the down. Now it was my turn to gaze after her thoughtfully as I moved off after her. I decided I'd wait to see what more was said before I raised the subject again.

A mile or so later a main road came towards and ran along the side of our ancient road and we came to a small petrol station and shop - we stopped and she held my mare as I dismounted and went and brought us a couple of cans of cold beer for a little later. She had assured me there was an old hill-fort that had some trees for shade, that we could also tether the horse to and sit and relax for a moment or two before riding back. Sure enough, as we rounded the brow of the hill the copse came into view and a few moments later we were stopped, dismounted and the horses tethered while we sat, having our drink and looking out into the hazy late morning of a lovely warm summer's day.

While I was wondering whether to raise the subject of my 'fucking' of her sister the previous night or to just be bold and try my luck with Julie, she herself surprised me.

"I'm too hot" was all she said as she peeled off her T-shirt, revealing a very pleasantly shaped pair of breasts that had a faint gleam of sweat - sorry -  horses sweat, ladies glow - that lovely glow to them, her nipples hardening as they cooled.

She raised an eyebrow quizzically as she tucked the shirt underneath and lay back on it. "Well, come on then, or aren't I allowed to get horny as well?"

I have to say that I didn't need a second invitation, but just stretched out alongside her, took a nipple in my lips and suckled gently as I rubbed her tummy, slipping my hand under the waistband of her jeans and pants. She, like her older sister the night before, was hot wet and ready to go.  She confirmed it by pulling my head to hers, kissing me quite fiercely and then looking me straight in the eye and saying, "Don't piss about, just fuck me!"

So I unzipped her jeans and dragged them off just enough as she tried to get mine to the same stage. I helped and then she guided me into her as we coupled, me on top. Making love this was not; a hard, wet and dirty fuck it was.  Julie drew blood as she bit my shoulder though my T-shirt when she came. I just shuddered and arched my way to a hard, hard orgasm, pumping my wetness deep into her. As I slid out she caught some of our juices in her fingers and licked it off.

"Just as well that Mother put us both on the pill, isn't it?"  Was all she said. Then finished by adding, "I'm going to sit here like this for a minute and let that lot drain; otherwise I'll be riding home in my own wet spot."  Well, yes, of course...

I marvelled a little to myself as we rode back down to the farm.  Julie really had just been horny, our morning's fuck was just that, a damn good fuck. Lovely.

When we got back we took the tack off the animals, wiped it down and hung it up, then groomed and cleaned them down after their morning's exercise - at the end we'd allowed ourselves the pleasure of a good gallop when we had been back on level ground, dropping to a trot to let them cool down for the last half mile.

Skye came down with some carrots for the horses and if she thought about what we might have been doing didn't say anything.

"Forgot to tell you I'm on nights for the next week, Sven," she said.

As I was going to be on long days we weren't going to see each other too much, except in passing - maybe shift start and end.  Even though we worked in different areas we did share the same car park.

I glanced at Julie as she was saying this and just wondered at the hint of a smile that I might have glimpsed.



Fuck the Third


If I was expecting Julie in my bed I was mistaken.  She obviously had decided that she didn't want to be caught in the act, so it was that I at least got some sleep for a few nights. At supper later in the week, Jack, Angela's older husband, mentioned that he was going to be spending a couple of nights away as he had business in a city that would keep him all day. As he needed to start early and wouldn't finish 'til late he had reluctantly decided that it made sense to travel the day before and the day after. We all agreed that it would be much more sensible than getting up very early and then after a tiring day heading back. I don't think he needed us to say that but he obviously felt better when we agreed, and I'm sure Angela was happier as well. Jack was not particularly old, but he was rather out of shape, and it would have been a hell of a day even for a man of my age let alone one in his fifties.

When I came back from work the next day he had already left - Angela served up a meal for just herself and me, telling me that Julie had ridden over to a friend's house about fifteen miles away, and both she and the horse would be 'stabled' there overnight.

Later I sat with her, as I often did, in an armchair in the kitchen, both reading a book, listening to the radio and occasionally chatting over something just played that we had both enjoyed. A pleasant homely way to spend an evening. Towards the end of the evening, without asking, Angela brought us a whiskey night-cap.  I thanked her and we sat in silence and sipped it.

Angela broke the silence. "Sven?"

Without looking at her I replied "Mmm" and then choked on my drink as somewhat out of the blue she said, "Sleep with me tonight." Then without waiting for me to reply, she added, "Even though I was having my weekly fuck with Jack, I heard you and Skye the other night.  I think I want to enjoy sex like that again before I get too old.  It's become a bit of a weekly chore for Jack. He's not at all bothered any more."

Then she stood up, made sure the kitchen door was secured -  the front was seldom opened - and walked to the door. "Put the lights out when you come up.."

Dazed by this unexpected turn of events, I finished my whiskey and then poured myself another one, hesitating, unsure of what I wanted to do. The kitchen door creaked as Angela came back and stood naked beside it.

"Sven, it may surprise you to know that my daughters and I are quite open on the subject of their love life. I know you're screwing Karen, I know that Skye bedded you last week, she told me even if I hadn't heard. I know you and Julia fucked during your ride at the weekend. I can't have any more children and that seems to have rather turned Jack off sex. Latterly I'm lucky if I even get a look-in on a Friday. But I still have my own desires.  I suggested Julia go over to the Harrisons' for a couple of days, she's not working this week and was getting bored. Their son fancies her a lot so it won't be too much of a hardship.

"Now - come to bed please," then laughing, "This horny old woman wants her wicked way with you."

This time I finished the dregs of my my whiskey and followed her, mesmerised by the sight of her tight naked rear going up the stairs in front of me. I could easily make out the shape of her sex showing in the light from the hall. I went from hard to harder in an instant. Catching her up up as we climbed the stairs I ran my hand up the inside of her legs, drawing my hand back along her sex and the crease of her bottom. She moaned, shuddered, stopped, and almost fell and said, "Christ, that's the first time I've ever climaxed from someone doing that."

Turning, she caught my head and, as I was still a couple of steps lower, tilted me so as to be able to kiss me.  A full blooded wet, open-mouthed luscious kiss - "God if you can do that the first time you touch me..." and she grabbed me by the hand and almost ran on to her bedroom. My shirt was ripped as she tore it off in her impatience, I undid my belt, kicked my slippers off and she had me naked in front of her in seconds. She slipped to her knees and kissed the tip of my penis, then made love to it with her mouth, her hands holding the cheeks of my ass so she could control and pull me into her. The blow job developed into the best I have ever had, her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue active and creating wonderful sensations, but it was her hands. Lightly running them all round the tops of my legs, my balls and my ass the feelings were incredible.

"Angela, you'd better stop.. please Stop!"

For the first time we had sex I wanted this to end up somewhere other than in her throat.

She giggled as I picked her up and dropped her on their bed - "Here, are you sure?"

"God, yes," was the response, so I kissed my way up the inside of a leg before being surprised by the hairless lips of her juicy centre. I looked up at her in surprise.

"It was shaved for Julia's birth, never grew back," was he only comment. So I went back to work, now licking and lapping those wonderful juices.  Any one who could bottle them would make a fortune!

She gasped as I found the hood of her clit and opened it to tease the pearl inside.  If I thought she was vocal and restless before, this was like opening a faucet.  She cried, almost as if in pain, from the intensity of the crashing orgasm that happened almost at once. It was followed by a flood of even more juices.  So I slid up and into her, sliding high inside, savouring the heat and stopping only when the tip felt resistance at about the same time as my pubic hair met the skin of her hairless mound.

She gasped as she caught her breath, then recovering wrapped her legs round my waist and crossed her ankles behind my back, rolling her pelvis to allow the deepest penetration possible.  Like daughter, like mother! Just like Skye those scant few days before, Angela contracted her muscles and milked me - the sensations were such that I only moved out and back in a very few times before the dam broke and I came, flooding her with my sticky juices.  As they flowed around my rigid shaft and over flowed down the crease of her ass the sensations brought Angela off yet again.

As I slipped out there were juices and wetness everywhere.  "Just as well I put that heavy towel down," she observed as she went down and cleaned the worst off me with a still dry corner. She mopped herself off with the rest of it, then balling it up lobbed it in a corner. Then, practical as ever, she slid off the bed, went to a closet and brought another huge bath towel back.  I moved as she spread it out for us to lie on.

"That's for round two," then looking at my rather limp organ added, "when we've done a little restoration work, that is."  Angela - ever the practical organiser, but still with the soft centre, as I found out a moment later.

She'd lain back down alongside me after her little burst of activity, tucked in and cuddled together, one breast squashed against and between us, the other proud and laid on my chest. I was half dozing in that post orgasmic bliss we men enjoy when I felt the tear drip on to me. It woke me instantly and I hugged her quietly to me.

"Penny for them..."

"Oh Sven," then she was lost,  caught up in sobs.  Eventually they died down and she started to talk, hesitantly at first.

The gist of it was that she was ashamed at having enticed me into bed in such a way and knowing that I was also the lover of all her daughters hadn't in the end helped.  "I thought it would be great and that I could cope with the emotions." She sniffed, "But I feel so guilty."

I didn't know what to say, but thought I'd better try, so I asked why she felt guilty. "After all from what you've been telling me, Jack hasn't exactly been attentive.  In many ways what we've done tonight is perhaps best.  It's let you know there is another way.  It's let you know you can enjoy good sex with some one else - Angela, note I said 'sex' - we didn't make love, we had some great rather lovely recreational sex, and I rather hope we might have some more."

She was raised up on one elbow as she looked at me and said, "You mean you didn't feel this pathetic, lonely and rather sad old women cradle-snatched you?"

I felt that actions often speak louder than words,  so I just growled at her, rolled her flat on her back and tried to bite her neck.  She broke out in peals of giggles as she tried to stop me - so I tickled her instead, by now kneeling astride her hips and holding her hands flat on the bed above her head.  I kissed her full on the mouth,  opening my lips as I did so and threading my tongue into her mouth and felt it open in response. Then I kissed down to her delectable breasts and then slid myself on down to her 'inny' navel before I reached the smooth, hairless reaches of her lovely sex.

I raised my head for a moment, "Angela, do something for me."

"What, lover?" was her reply.

"Sit on top of me," I asked, and lay on my back on the bed.

She straddled my hips.

"No, up here," and  motioned her towards my head, "I want to eat you whilst you sit on me."

I don't think she'd ever done that before,  but I managed to get her to kneel either side of my head and then lower her sex to my mouth.  She gasped as I slid my tongue along her entrance,  then moaned in delight as I began to pleasure her, pulling her down by the cheeks of her lovely tight ass.  The moans grew to shrieks as I nibbled her clit and she hit overload.  She fell slightly forward over the top of me as I slid out from underneath, turned behind her and slipped my length gently in pulling her onto me by her hips.  She gasped as I sank home and then began to fuck her her with alternate short and long strokes. I was so aroused that I came in another hard burst before she had. I slipped out and rolled back underneath her and before she could say little more than, "Oh Sven," pulled her back down and onto my mouth. She moaned and screamed in ecstasy as I again tongued her clit while drinking in our combined juices.  I know it sounds awful, but really in that moment of glorious climax it was a huge wonderful finish to that lovemaking session.

We rearranged ourselves in a more comfortable position and I pulled the clothes up over us and we were asleep in seconds.

I roused slightly once as she changed positions, but then turned back into me and cuddled up again.

It was daylight when I next woke, to a pair of warm and wonderful lips doing quite extraordinary things to my rapidly recovering dick.  As soon as she felt that things had progressed far enough she 'climbed aboard' and proceeded to fuck us both raw. I know she orgasmed and I know I did, but I don't think that after that fabulous last session the night before I was going to leave much in the way of juices behind, so things didn't get too wet when she got off.

I showered in my own shower and we were just decent as Skye returned from work and I set off and wasn't too late for my job.

When I returned that night Angela was out on her horse and Julia had returned and was getting the supper.

"Hi Sven - I hear you and Mum enjoyed yourselves last night."

Well, that comment removed any doubt as to whether I should say anything!  As she  continued to cook supper she went on, "We've decided that Mum's going to sleep with you again tonight, and Sis and I'll share you after that."

I have to say that I was speechless as the emotions washed over me. For a tiny fraction of a second I was irritated at being treated as an item 'to be used' as they decided, and then that got replaced with the thought that until they wore me out this might be rather a nice way to die.

While I was thinking these thoughts Julia turned round and finished, "If you want to play, that is?"  She passed me a glass of beer she had poured ready for me, then said, "Hell it's hot I want to go put on something cooler," and left me to think things out.

In the end there was no decision to make, I was 23, fit and had just been made an offer other folks would willingly lose their left nut for. So I was all ready to say yes when Julia returned.  I started to say yes that would be rather nice, but got little further than "y..." when she and her mother came into the kitchen stark naked and sashayed across to me.  Angela grasped a rapidly hardening cock, grinned and nodded to her daughter, who laughed and said, "We'll take that as a 'yes' then."



Fuck the Fourth

That night I slept in my own bed and Angela came to me.  Our lovemaking was more so just that, lovemaking, gentler, less hurried, less frenetic, but no less the enjoyable for all that.  I let her take the lead, sitting on top of me and being eaten until she could stand it no more but had to have me inside her, moving back down to impale herself on my straining cock, sliding slowly down my length until we met, bone to bone. The she lay forward to cover me and we stayed, not moving as she milked me to orgasm.

Then her daughters took over, Karen when she was home, otherwise Skye and Julia. Amazingly there was no rancour, no jealousy between us. On one occasion Skye and Julia couldn't decide whose 'turn' it was so they both spent the night with me.

From time to time, usually when Jack was the worse for wear, Angela would spend an hour or so with me before slipping back to her own bed. On one of those moments she was carrying something that turned out to some lube and she greased me up before taking me in the ass, something I'd never done before but something she and Jack had done years before.  She took a little while to accommodate my size, but before we were done I was banging in and out to the most incredible of sensations. When I did come it was with an intensity I don't often experience - perhaps that's just as well. If they were all of that order there would be no good ones to stand out.

This arrangement had been going on for some while when, as we came down off a particularly intense moment of 'fucking',  Skye asked me if I would 'take care' of a person we both knew.  This was Kathleen, I suppose you'd call her Skye's best buddy.  She was a vivacious, highly intelligent, well-stacked blonde who frightened the hell out of most men, to a degree me as well.  It transpired she was lonely, upset because she could never keep a guy for long enough for a decent interval to pass before she got them into bed.  She didn't want to get the reputation as easy or a one-date lay. The community we worked in was small and could be very narrow minded.  I must admit I liked Kathleen, but, even though she was a very attractive woman had never really thought of her as a 'sleeping' partner as it were. Nevertheless, I agreed to play along and see what happened.

I discovered afterwards that it was Angela's idea. Why did that not surprise me?

Kathleen came to stay for a weekend, ostensibly to go riding with Julia and me.  Skye at that time had not gone back to riding. The weather was kind and we had time for a quick canter round the block on the Friday night.  Julia was off out with the current boyfriend - yes, even though she often slept in my bed, she still had boyfriends, and when they left her unsatisfied, guess whose bed she ended up in. Kathleen and I got in at dusk and put the horses to bed. She put her hand in mine as we crossed the stable yard, so I gave her a little kiss and thanked her for her company.  She was blushing a little as we made our way into the kitchen for supper.  By the expressions on their faces Angela and Skye had both noticed and the 'plan' went into phase two.

By ten o'clock that night Angela and Jack had gone to bed, leaving Skye, Kathleen and me sitting round in the parlour. Skye was in disgrace, as she'd apparently drunk too much.  In the end Kathleen and I half carried her off to bed, undressed her, and tucked her up.  As we were leaving, Skye, having waited until Kathleen wasn't looking, gave me a furtive wink.  I coughed to stop from laughing as Kathleen and I went out to go back downstairs to tidy up and maybe have a night-cap. As we stopped briefly on a darker point of the landing, I pulled her to me and gave her another kiss. Stiffly she responded and gave me a little kiss in return.

"Come on," I said and gently pulled her by the hand down and into the parlour.  I left the lights off and  pulled her to me and onto the settee.  As we cuddled by the firelight she became a little more eager and as I kissed her she opened her mouth to me. Things were getting more interesting. Kathleen was more stacked than any of the other women and it was going to be an interesting voyage of discovery to see if she was a natural blonde.  I slipped my hand under her sweater and inside her bra and she moaned into my mouth as I felt her nipple grow under my fingers.  She pushed against me.  The moved back to take her sweater off, as she did I undid the catch at the front of her bra so she shrugged that off as well.

"Don't maul, they get sensitive," was as all she said, so I didn't, I just kissed them gently and suckled on the hard nipples.  As we leaned back to get more comfortable she undid and took my shirt off.  Both naked to the waist, things sort of went down hill from there, and it seemed that not very long after, Kathleen was unrolling a condom onto me (her religion didn't allow the pill!) before guiding me into her. She came noisily and with language, given her religion, that would make a sailor blush. I came hard on the heels of her climax, arching my back and pumping deeply inside her. Coming back down I opened my eyes to see the two faces of Skye and Angela at the passage way window, looking in both with hands clasped in a victory symbol and grinning like Cheshire cats before they vanished back to bed. With a little persuasion Kathleen came back to my bedroom and we made love more gently and in less haste before actually sleeping through to the morning.

Angela spared her blushes next morning and didn't bring me my morning tea, leaving Skye to do the honours. Kathleen blushed anyway.  The second night we didn't bother with the subterfuge, Kathleen just came to bed with me, it seemed easier.



Life with the family continued for several more years. Jack died in a car accident. Bizarrely he was sober - for once the other guy was a drunk.  After a period of mourning, during which she and I didn't stop screwing like mink, Angela actually met a very nice guy and they married.  The night before the wedding Angela didn't want a 'hen' night, so she and I spent most of the night in a sort of one last sexual frenzy. We haven't, not unexpectedly, made love since then.

Kathleen has met and married a very nice young man, so she doesn't come round any more.  Karen has married one of her rich young Airline Captains.  Julia has gone off to university, which just left Skye and me.

I suppose we ought to have got married, but sometimes things don't work out in the obvious way. The office got a new boss, and she married him six months later. I got promoted and posted off to a different part of the country where I met the love of my life and married her.


But they were a hell of a family to live and share life and love with while it lasted.

Fin



Keeping it in the family
Sven the Elder
October 2002