Substitute Family (4.69)	A need to escape the present, has unexpected consequences.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	09/17/20



Substitute Family
by miss_D_mena ©




Thank you to everyone who commented on my first story. Just to clear up any confusion. I tend to use English (British) slang.

The word 'Fanny' in this country refers to female genitals as opposed to the North American use which means buttocks.

Anyway, here's my second attempt and I hope everyone enjoys it as much.

Part One

My 'Google' search hadn't been very helpful, I was looking for a cottage to rent and my search had unearthed thousands of entries. Perhaps I was going about it the wrong way I thought, dragging a large map of the country from a drawer in the study and spreading it across the desk, I automatically discounted cities and large towns as already living in the suburbs of one city, I refused to substitute it for another. What I was searching for was a small village or hamlet, somewhere out of the way and quieter, somewhere I could think and get my head together. Staying away from what were considered all major populated area's, I found myself looking at the small village names on the map, my finger tracing from one name to another.

'Lower Yockleton', the name caught my attention and I returned to Google, searching for properties to rent in the Shropshire countryside. There were three cottages all within a reasonable distance of the village whose name had so intrigued me. Reading 'Wikipedia', it seemed 'Lower Yockleton was more a hamlet rather than a village, the type that had one main street, a few shops, post office, pub and cottages sparsely spread around that central hub. Noting the telephone number I called the letting agent and made an appointment to view all three. It would be a three-hour drive from my present location, but I didn't care, it would get me out of the house and I needed to escape.

Having sat my final exams and finished college, I had come out with a masters degree in engineering as the summer had finally beckoned, intending to travel around Europe with a few friends before meeting up with mum and dad who were going over to their villa in Spain for the summer. I still remember it was a Wednesday evening and was packing any bits I'd forgotten when the front doorbell rang, thinking it was probably one of my friends calling round.

I opened the door with a huge grin on my face only to be greeted by two police officers stood on the doorstep.

'Adam Judd?' One of them asked.

I nodded my head, looking puzzled.

'May we come inside Sir? 'We need to speak to you,' he continued, his voice taking on a kinder tone.

Showing them through to the lounge, I was unaware that my life and the world around me was about to change. Mum and dad had set off that morning in the taxi taking them to the airport, excited to be on their way at last and I looking forward to eventually hooking up with them.

'Are your parents Thomas and Marjory Judd?' It was all sounding very official.

I felt uneasy, as again I nodded my head.

'I'm very sorry to tell you that they were involved in a vehicle accident today and that sadly, they have both been killed,' he concluded, and for a moment I thought he was going to put his hand on my shoulder.

It was the shock, they gave me more details but I was not really listening anymore even when they asked if there were any relatives locally who could come over. I was an only child as were both my parents, there were no relatives that I had ever met, no grandparents, aunts or uncles, mum and dads parents had already passed away by the time I was born. Eventually, the police arranged for my friend Adrian's mother to come and stay for the night just to make sure I was ok.

The next eight weeks were hard as I attended the inquest and arranged their funerals, mum and dad being buried next to each other, and then I had to sort all their things out and see the solicitors. Everything they owned had been left to me, the house which was quite large, the bank accounts and a small engineering company that dad owned, one reason why I had taken my degree at college, it was going to become 'Judd & Son'.

Cynthia, Adrian's mum came over and helped me sort out their clothes and belongings, some going to charity, others packed away as I couldn't bring myself to part with some items. It was a strange time, Cynthia was attractive and quite fit for an older woman and I got the feeling that there could have been something between us if I'd wanted, but I was still numb and confused and that was the last thing on my mind.

Putting the last of their things in the loft, was when a small box off to one side caught my eye; retrieving it from the dark corner, I was surprised to find my first name written on it in felt tip pen. Carefully carrying it down the ladder, I blew off the coating of dust and took it downstairs to the kitchen, intrigued as to what it could be. I opened it slowly as my world began to crumble and collapse completely.

The box contained letters and papers and two photographs, my real name was 'Daniel Evans and my parents, who weren't my biological parents, had adopted me. There was nothing in there with my real parent's name on it, only the two pictures, one had 'Daniel aged 6 months' written on the back and the other simply said 'Anne' and showed a young girl who was maybe fifteen or sixteen.

Stunned and shaking, I pondered, who were my real parents, did I have a sister and where was she, why had I been adopted, why had my real mother given me away. A myriad of questions bombarded my brain and now there was no one to ask, it was enough to drive someone mad and that was when I went off the rails. I started drinking and lying in my bed all day long, never washing or shaving, only going out to buy more alcohol once I had exhausted the supply at home. I shut myself away refusing to meet anyone or let people into the house; which slowly became a hovel as plates, bottles and empty food cartons piled up in the kitchen and other rooms, a thick layer of dust covering everything. It lasted eight months before Cynthia managed to gain access one morning.

'Oh my God, Adam, what have you been doing?' She asked as she looked at the state of the house and my dishevelled appearance.

'My names, not Adam, its Daniel,' I said, recounting what I had found, 'My life has been a lie.'

Cynthia shook her head, 'Marjory was your mum, she might not have given birth to you, but she brought you up and she loved you.

'And just like any mother, she would be mortified with your behaviour and the state of the place.'

I hadn't been in the mood to listen but she had bullied me until I finally went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, not recognising the person who stared back with bleary eyes.

Stood in the doorway she told me in no uncertain terms, 'Take a bath Adam, you stink.....and get rid of the beard, you look like a tramp.'

She was right, I didn't recognise myself, was it possible to sink any lower?

Running the bath full of water, I went and grabbed some scissors, cutting away most of the straggly beard before having a proper shave and climbing into the bath of deliciously hot water. Laying back and luxuriating in the tub, Cynthia returned with clean towels, her eyes taking in my naked form beneath the water as she dumped them to one side, but presently I was to far gone to be concerned.

'Sit up while I wash your hair and soap you back,' she instructed, grabbing the showerhead and spraying water over my head.

With clean hair and a soaped back, she sat off to one side on the loo seat and I got the impression that if I had asked her to join me, perhaps she may have done. But the water was manky after all those months and I felt embarrassed at the scum floating on its surface, st least it helped cover my nudity.

Finished and ready to get out, she appeared to be in no hurry to move, 'Hand me a towel will you?' I asked as I stood, she had already seen me in the bath naked, now wasn't the time to appear prudish.

Her eyes instantly went to my groin as I took the towel from her and wrapped it around my waist, much to her disappointment, before climbing from the water.

'You need a haircut,' she laughed, while I looked at myself again in the mirror.

I'd lost weight and my body's tone was starting to disappear but at least I looked partially normal now, that was except for the hair, before, I had kept it short, now it was down past my shoulders.

'You're a hairdresser Cynthia, fancy cutting it for me, it doesn't have to be perfect,' I asked.

She nodded and picked up the scissors, 'Come down to the kitchen, have you got a comb?'

Sat on a chair in the kitchen, I watched as large chunks of hair landed at my feet, the 'snip, snip' of the scissors causing more strands to follow until finally, she handed me a mirror.

'What do you think, will it do?' She asked as she brushed loose hairs from my shoulders, the touch of her hands on my bare skin sending shivers down my spine and awakening something after all this time between my legs.

Standing up, I turned to face her, she was so close I could smell her perfume as she spotted the bulge starting to faintly show in the front of the towel wrapped around my waist. We remained like that for several moments before I closed the gap and kissed her, her arms going around my neck as she returned the kiss, pushing herself against my growing erection.

She broke away, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared intently at me, 'When the house is clean, you can have me, but not before.

'I'll come each day until we have it done, think of me as your reward.' She said with a wicked smile.

Alone for the rest of the day, I tried to make plans for the future, I needed to get away for the moment and get used to my new circumstances, I had questions and somehow had to find answers. I made a promise to myself, from tomorrow I would make a fresh start and get back to the fitness regime I used to have, the rest of the day I spent getting rid of all the bottles that now occupied nearly every room.

The next morning I was up early, donning shorts and vest, I put on my trainers and set off to do a few miles, managing only two before I doubled over and was sick. I was definitely out of shape and it was going to take more than a week to get my fitness back. Returning home, I found Cynthia ringing the doorbell, the jeans and t-shirt she wore, fitting her snugly and giving me a perfect view of her figure.

It took nearly two weeks to get the house back into what my mother would have considered decent, every day whenever I thought of her or dad, tears would prick at my eyes and I would turn away from Cynthia, embarrassed. By the end of those two weeks, I could easily manage five or six miles as my fitness began to return. It was a Monday morning, I'd just finished my run and was about to take a shower when the doorbell rang.

I wasn't expecting Cynthia today, the house was now neat and tidy, back to its respectable splendour and so was surprised when I opened the door to find her stood there, only today she was not dressed to do any work. As she stepped inside she looked gorgeous, the shirt she wore was tight, gapping occasionally and giving me glimpses of her bra, her skirt hugged her hips and legs with a split that ran up the back and defined the shape of her legs.

'I promised you a reward, and I always keep my promises,' she said huskily as I looked her up and down.

'I've been out for a run, I'm all sweaty. I was just going to take a shower,' I told her, pleased when she suggested that she join me.

Once in the bathroom I threw off my shorts and top, thrilled as she allowed me to undress her, first her shirt followed by her bra, her breasts still firm and youthful-looking as they jutted from her chest. Next was her skirt and panties, she wriggled her hips sexily as she eased them down her legs and stepped out of both, leaving her stood there like me, completely naked. Her mound was also naked and allowed me to see where the opening to her fanny started, she stepped closer, her arms going around my neck as we kissed and my erection pushed against her belly.

We touched as we showered and soaped each other's bodies, our arousal growing as we came together and broke apart, I teased ner nipples and ran my finger along her slit, Cynthia gripped my cock, forcing the skin downwards as she teased my knob. By the time I carried her to the bedroom we were both ready to fuck.

Laying her down on the bed, I joined her as she raised and opened her legs wide, urging me between her open thighs, her quim opening like a flower, her insides moist and on display. Without any preamble, I pushed my cock down into position and slowly and carefully slid its length into her, causing her to squeal with delight as her cunt expanded to accommodate its length. We fucked hard and fast, her legs wrapped around my waist as she dragged me deeper inside her tunnel, my hands fondling and squeezing her beautiful orbs as they bounced back and forth with each thrust of my hips.

And then we were both cumming, her juices flooding out as I emptied my balls inside her cunt, filling her with thick white cream. Afterwards, laying side by side, our bodies covered in sweat and our chests heaving. I told her about the decision I had made.

'Will I get to see you again when I return,' I had to ask.

Making love to her had been different, she was at least twenty years older than I was but that hadn't mattered as we fucked, and I was eager to hopefully sample her delights once again in the future.

'Don't stay away too long and keep in touch with me, I'm not quite ready to relinquish you just yet,' she laughed.

We made love again as she straddled my hips and I watched her tit's bouncing when she slid up and down on my cock while my hand went between her legs and teased her clit until once more we both exploded. We showered again, together, until mid-afternoon she said that she really must go.

And so several days later, there I was searching Google and pouring over a map, although, now that I'd met Cynthia I did consider staying. The problem was that she was married and her son was one of my friends and presently there were too many painful memories around here, I needed to get away and clear my head to come to terms with whatever my future held.

Yesterday I had phoned and spoken to Maurice, he was my dad's work's manager and explained what I intended to do.

'You do what you need to Adam, I'll look after the firm and we'll still be here when you're ready to return,' Maurice had told me.

Tomorrow I would drive to Shropshire and look over the three cottages, it would be hard as I would be taking dad's car, the silver Mercedes Cabriolet sat in the garage had been his pride and joy.

The next morning I left around nine o-clock for the three-hour journey and was due to meet the letting agent about one-thirty. It felt strange at first taking dad's car out and I had to keep wiping the tears from my eyes, but after a while I began to enjoy the drive, marvelling at the power of the sleek machine and arrived with plenty of time to spare before meeting the agent and following him to the first property. It was nothing special and left me feeling disappointed as I followed him to the second, which if anything was worse than the first.

Standing outside in the lane I asked what the third one was going to be like to save us both wasting our time.

'What is it you're looking for Sir. 'If I had an idea it may help,' he asked.

I tried to explain but the only thing I could come up with was the kind of picture you used to find on the front of tins of biscuits, your typical country cottage.

He pondered for a moment as if deciding whether I could afford what he was going to suggest. 'Ah, I think I know what you're looking for, I have a residence that has only come onto the books this morning. 'It's a minimum of a six months lease sir and it is a lot dearer than the properties you have looked at. 'Would you like to view it, sir?'

I nodded and followed him again for another couple of miles until I saw a boundary marker which said 'Lower Yockleton', round the bend, down the hill and at the bottom, the agent pulled up in front of a property that was your quintessential British country cottage. It had a thatched roof with rambling roses and ivy growing up the outside and around the windows, the front garden was a mixture of cultivated and wildflowers, all coming into bloom as summer approached.

I didn't haggle or try to get the price down, I just said that I would take it and asked when I could move in.

'If you'd like to meet me back at the office about four, we can sort the paperwork out.

'And then I just need a deposit from you sir and you can move in whenever you're ready,' he finished as we shook hands.

He left me to explore after giving me directions to his office and I watched him turn around and drive off. Jumping back into the car, I drove about a mile down the road, coming into the centre of the hamlet and again I wasn't disappointed, it was exactly as I had hoped for. In the centre was a small green and off to one side the village pub, 'The White Swan'.

There was a newsagent come post office and general stores, a baker's and a butcher's, the rest of the hamlet filled with thatched cottages, each of them with a colourful front garden. This was perfect, exactly what I was looking for, I could be anonymous here while I sorted out my life.

I spent an hour or so driving around and getting my bearings before turning around and heading in the direction of the agent's office. The paperwork was just a formality and soon completed as Brian, the letting agent, looked on in surprise as I offered to pay the full six months rent in advance. The rent was higher than it had been on the other cottages I'd viewed but some of that was because the cottage came with a cleaner and a gardener who would come in periodically.

With everything sorted he handed over a set of keys, 'I hope you enjoy your stay with us, if there is anything you need, just give me a call'.

I returned to the car and headed for home, determined that I could pack everything I needed that evening and move into the cottage tomorrow.

Cynthia and Adrian came over to give me a hand packing all the things I thought I may need into various cases as I attached a bike rack to the rear of the car, my intention when the weather was nice was to cycle the country lanes. She managed to get me alone for two minutes as Adrian put the last stuff in the car.

'Don't be a stranger and keep in touch, remember, its only three hours away, I can be there in no time at all,' she said with a mischievous grin, giving me a quick kiss.

The sun was up and the day was already warm as I set out the next morning, the journey flew past in my excited state and before I knew it, I was pulling up outside the cottage. While the outside looked quaint and had that old-worldly charm, the inside had been modernised over the years.

Downstairs there was a kitchen, dining room, lounge and a snug with a log fire, upstairs there were two large bedrooms, a boxroom and a shower and bathroom. It took a while to move my belongings indoors and then I parked the car down the side of the cottage, as I returned I stopped for a moment and listened, it was quiet, only the sounds of insects buzzing among the flowers and birds could be heard, no voices or cars spoilt the tranquillity, no planes flew overhead, 'It's perfect,' I thought.

Over the next couple of days with the fine weather, I managed to get out on the bike as I explored all the lanes that ran around the hamlet, it was relaxing as I pedalled along, the slight breeze on my face and my mind clear. I'd made a plan and intended to contact my parent's solicitor at some point and see if he had any information, surely he would have discussed it with them when they decided to adopt. I was returning from one such expedition, having gone around in a wide loop and was free-wheeling downhill when I noticed someone stood outside the cottage.

Dismounting, I leant the bike against the wall as I greeted the young woman waiting patiently.

'Hi, can I help you,' I asked.

She grinned as she introduced herself, 'Hi, I'm Kerry and I'm your cleaner. 'I normally come twice a week, if today's not convenient I can come another day. 'I thought you'd be older,' it all came out without her taking a breath and she blushed as she realised she'd spoken the last bit out loud which made me laugh.

'It's ok, today is good, I haven't got any plans. 'I'll try not to get under your feet,' I chuckled.

Kerry scolded herself as she followed him indoors, 'Oh my god, he's gorgeous,' she was thinking as she stared at his bottom, presently encased in tight cycling shorts when he turned suddenly and caught her looking which made her blush again and made him laugh once more.

'My names Adam,' I told her once we were indoors, 'Would you like a brew? 'Then I must take a shower, I must stink of sweat.'

Kerry nodded her head, she hadn't noticed whether he smelt or not, she was too involved in mentally undressing him.

She suddenly noticed he was grinning at her, 'Sorry?' She said, which made him laugh again.

'I asked if you wanted milk and sugar, he said with a disarming smile.

She blushed again, 'One sugar and a touch of milk please,' as she scolded herself once more, she was behaving like some starry-eyed schoolgirl who had never met a man before, which she hadn't, at least not one as handsome as Adam was.

Finishing my brew, I left Kerry to make a start and went and had my shower, I wondered if she had a boyfriend, surely someone as pretty as she was must already be taken. It had only been a few days since I had arrived, but already the slow pace coupled with the peace and quietness was re-awakening my interests.

I stayed out of her way as much as possible while she tidied around the cottage, making us both another brew and taking mine out into the rear garden and sitting in one of the wicker chairs. She came out later to tell me she had finished and that she would call again towards the end of the week, sitting in another one of the chairs opposite it was though she was loth to leave,

'Pardon me if I'm being a bit forward,' I said, 'But as I'm new around here I wondered.....if you would like to go out for a drink this evening. 'I quite understand if you are busy.' Now it was my turn to blush slightly.

I thought Kerry's head was going to part company with her shoulders as she nodded vigorously.

We agreed to meet in the 'White Swan' that evening at about eight o'clock, waving as she peddled off towards the hamlet. I felt pleased with myself, thankful for the first chance of a bit of normality. Kerry was definitely a looker and I thought that she was perhaps a year or two younger than I, there was something vaguely familiar about her but I was buggered if I knew what it was. After making myself a light meal that evening, I caught up with the news on tv before going to change and then walking down the lane towards the pub.

With such a small community, I'd expected the pub to be quiet, but instead, it was busy as it seemed to be the social centre for all those who lived in the area. There was that moment as I walked through the door and all the voices seemed to stop as heads turned in my direction. Glancing around nervously, I spotted Kerry sat at the bar waving and made my way towards her as the voices resumed.

Getting us both a drink. I pulled up a stool as we went through the normal small talk and she told me about herself. She lived on the other side of the hamlet with her parents and when she was younger, the school was a ten-mile bus journey away, that being the nearest proper town. She couldn't bear the thought of working in a shop or an office so had started cleaning folk's cottages and had built a little business doing that.

I beckoned the landlord to order more drinks and he spoke to Kerry as he poured them, it seemed that around here, everyone knew everyone else.

'So what brings thee to our parts young fella?' he asked genially, placing the drinks in front of us.

I knew the question was going to arise sometime, I just hadn't expected it so soon as I explained about my parent's sudden death's and how I had gone to pieces, 'I needed to get away and sort myself out and the name of the village intrigued me,' I finished, proffering payment for the drinks and trying to discreetly wipe away the tears that I could feel.

He shook his head, 'Nay, these are on t'house young fellow' he said as he went off to serve another customer.

Kerry was gripping my hand so tightly that my fingers were going numb, her face full of concern for me.

'I'm so sorry Adam, I didn't know,' she said, looking distraught.

I managed a smile, 'It's ok Kerry. 'There is no reason you would know, it just still feels a little raw.'

I found myself talking, telling her about my family and college, what my plans for the future had been and then that dreadful day went it all went wrong. By the time I finally finished, we both had tears in our eyes. The evening had gone and at the end of the night, I offered to walk her home. Arm in arm we walked slowly down her lane until we came to her cottage, I just went to give her a peck on the cheek but instead, she turned my face as our lips came together, and we kissed, her warm slim body pressed against mine.

It was now into my third week in the hamlet, I saw Kerry most days, when she finished her work she would pop around, in her time off we would walk or cycle the lanes or wander across the open fields and countryside. After that first week, it started to feel like I was becoming part of this small community, I met Kerry again in the pub the next evening and for the next few days found it impossible to buy a drink as my story was passed around and other folks would pay for them. I phoned Cynthia that morning to let her know I was ok and just for a general chat picturing her naked body as we talked.

Kerry was busy today but I would see her that evening at our now usual haunt and mid-afternoon had gone out for a walk before preparing my evening meal. As I returned to the cottage I spotted someone in the front garden, coming to it quietly, the person in there was bent over at the waist and from the pert bottom clad in tight blue jeans and stuck up in the air, it looked just like Cynthia. I had convinced myself that she had driven over and was advancing on that delectable posterior with my arm drawn back when the head turned and looked over her shoulder.

I must have been crimson, it wasn't Cynthia, this woman must have been about the same age and just like Cynthia had a remarkable figure, but while Cynthia was blond, this lady had russet coloured hair.

She straightened and smiled slyly, 'Was you just about to smack my bottom?' She asked, starting to laugh as I stuttered and fumbled over my words.

'I'm so sorry, I thought you were someone else that I know,'

She laughed again and gave me a mischievous look, 'Do you know many middle-aged women whose bottoms you smack?' she said, going off into gales of laughter as I went bright red again.

Taking the gloves off her hands, she held one out, 'I'm Mary, I'm the village gardener and I've been looking after this one for the last ten years'.

I shook hands with her and started to introduce myself.

'It's ok, I know who you are, news travels fast around here,' she said, the grin still plastered across her face.

I was just about to prepare my meal and asked if she'd like to stay.

'No thank's my lovely. 'I just popped over to see what needs doing; I've been busy and I've neglected this one lately, so I'll come over for the next few days and sort it. 'Anyway I need to get back, family ol'need feeding,' and with that, she said goodbye and got into her van.

I met up with Kerry later that evening and again walked her home at the end of the night, I was surprised at myself, after three weeks I was still content to kiss her goodnight and had not tried it on with her yet. As I walked back home, I thought of Mary, she reminded me so much of Cynthia that I was conscious of the developing bulge in my pants.

Mary was there bright and early the next morning, even before I had got out of bed properly, I never thought, as I opened the front door in just my pyjama bottoms and asked if she wanted a brew, noticing her eyeing me up as she nodded her head and I retreated back inside.

Taking the drinks into the back garden I called her through, noticing her appraising me again as we sat out in the garden.

'So', she started, 'Tell me about this middle-aged woman whose bottom you smack.'

Talk about getting straight to the point, 'Are you always this inquisitive?' I asked.

'Well if you don't ask, you don't know,' she replied brazenly.

I told her about Cynthia and what had happened, 'Is it serious?' She asked.

I shook my head, 'She's married with children, in fact, her son is my best friend. 'She was the one that stopped my downwards spiral and helped me when I had no one to turn to, it was one of those things that just happened.'

Mary nodded her head sagely, 'Aye, those things have a habit of happening' she said stoically, 'What's she like?' she asked.

I closed my eyes and pictured Cynthia, feeling the urge suddenly down below, 'She's in her forties I suppose, but sexy as hell and looks a lot like you,' I replied opening my eyes to see Mary grinning lasciviously in my direction when I realised what I had just said.

She laughed out loud, 'I'll take that as a compliment then should I?' Watching as I coloured again. She worked until just after one o'clock before she told me she had another job to go to and would be back tomorrow.

She had only been gone an hour when Kerry arrived, letting herself in by the back door as had become the norm.

'Do you want to go out tonight?' I asked, but she shook her head.

'I thought we could perhaps have a night in' she said, 'In.....' and her eyes went upwards, emphasising what she was suggesting.

We took a bottle of wine out into the garden and later I made us a light meal before eventually she stood and held out her hand. I took it and followed her indoors and up the stairs to my bedroom.

I turned and kissed her, our lips locking together as our tongues explored each other's mouth's and when we broke apart, she turned so that I could undo the buttons of her dress, letting it slip to the floor as she stood there in her white bra and panties. I pulled my t-shirt over my head as she fumbled with the waistband of my trousers and unzipped the fly letting them slide to the floor as I stepped out of them. She looked down, her breathing excited as she looked at the bulge in the front of my shorts.

She turned so that I could undo her bra before turning back around as she pushed her panties down; I joined her, pushing my briefs down my legs, my erect cock jiggling as I got rid of them and advanced on her, my erection pressing against her belly and mound as we kissed once more.

She felt divine, I couldn't have told you what it was, but there was something special about this young woman, her pert breasts digging into my chest as she pushed her lower half against my twitching shaft. She was easy to pick up and carry across to the bed where I joined her. Slipping her lower leg under my waist, she canted the other over my hip, giving me access to her fanny but so that we still faced each other.

Our lovemaking was slow and sensual, I wanted to look at her as we fucked, her facial expressions changing as my cock entered her quim and filled her passage. We kissed continually; she really was beautiful, her skin soft, smooth and tight as I watched her body move in unison, her eyelids fluttering as I fondled and caressed her breasts. She arched her back giving my lips access to her nipples which were hard pink buds jutting from her breasts. Kerry moaned softly as her arousal increased, increasing in volume as she neared her climax and then crying out frantically as she orgasmed and my seed filled her moist warm tunnel.

Afterwards, we just lay together.

'You were soft and gentle with me, why was that?' Kerry asked as she snuggled up against me.

'I don't know, I just feel there is something special about you and I wanted to watch you as we made love.' I didn't know where that had come from but she seemed to love my comment as she held me tighter.

When it finally came time to take her home, I watched her dress, to me her body looked perfect, her skin like porcelain, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. He waist was slim and her bottom rounded, all supported on a perfect set of pins. Walking down from the cottage through the hamlet and to her home, I kissed her goodnight, the walk back leaving me feeling elated and unable to get thoughts of Kerry out of my head.

I wanted to do something special for her, so the next morning decided to drive into the nearest largest town which I believe existed about nine miles on the other side of the hamlet. Over the time that I'd been here, I'd covered all the roads and lanes around the area but had never really ventured out far on the other side of the community. Today I left the bike at home, an eighteen mile round trick was a bit to much like work rather than enjoyment. The day was already warm as I backed the car from the side of the cottage and put the roof down before driving through the hamlet and out the other side. The Mercedes gobbled up the miles as I left the country lanes and hit one of the proper roads.

The radio was blasting out some tune and I was singing along, touching the brake slightly as a bend up ahead approached. It was then that I got the strangest sense, I just knew instinctively, that around the bend, there was a school on the left and six houses on the right. The picture in my head was so vivid that I could have reached out and touched it, making me freeze up as I exited the bend and there it was, the school and the houses. It's a good job nothing was behind me as my foot stomped on the brakes and the car stopped on a sixpence.

Shaking, I climbed from the driver's seat, looking left and then right at the scene before my eyes, it wasn't picture-perfect, some things were different, the school was larger than the one in my head, but it was still the same school, 'Dawlish Junior School', I hadn't known the name, but I was sure it was the same school. Of the houses, some now had driveways or the fronts had been painted different colours, but I was convinced they were the same properties. 'How could that be?' I thought, I had never been here in my life, not even on holiday, as far back as I could remember, we had always gone abroad, normally to somewhere in Spain.

It must have been ten minutes before I felt safe to get behind the wheel again, 'Where had that come from and how come I had never remembered it before,' the questions tumbled around inside my head.

I knew I had never been in this part of the world, I'd never even heard of the name of the hamlet before coming across it on the map. At the same time it felt scary, How could I picture something I had never seen and know exactly where it was, I must be getting things mixed up, there must be hundreds of schools with houses opposite, perhaps that was the explanation, it was just similar enough to somewhere I had seen in the past.

Rolling into the town, I parked up and spent several hours walking around and picking up ingredients to cook Kerry a special meal, my mum had taught me how to cook paella, a dish we all used to love on holiday and she had got a recipe from one of the old ladies we got to know. On the homeward run, I had to stop again, walking back and forth, I compared what I could see with the picture in my head and the more time I spent there, the more convinced I became that I had seen it once before and determined to ask Kerry if any tv series had ever been filmed around this location, that would be a perfect explanation for my 'déjà vu' moment.

Finally home I put the food from my expedition away in the cupboards and fridge, surprised that it was already mid-afternoon. Kerry popped around at four o'clock but unfortunately, she had plans for that evening, she and her mother going into Dawlish to the cinema to see a film they both wanted to watch.

'Never mind,' I'd told her, 'Perhaps tomorrow evening.' She grinned and nodded her head vigorously. I just made myself a bit of something for tea and then watched tv, considering whether to go down to the pub but instead, had an early night.

The sun pouring through the bedroom window brought me awake, I quickly brushed my teeth and put on singlet and shorts before going out for a run. My stamina had returned and I was comfortably now covering nearly ten miles each time. Returning to the cottage, I got there just as Mary pulled up in her van and gave her a wave before going indoors for my shower. Shaved, showered and feeling refreshed I put on a clean singlet and another pair of shorts, it looked like it was going to be a scorcher and decided to spend some time out back and do a bit of sunbathing.

I shouted, asking if she wanted a brew which she normally did the first thing, and made two strong cups of tea, taking them into the garden with me, my jaw-dropping as I spotted Mary wheeling the lawnmower around the corner. She was dressed in shorts, and I mean, 'shorts', they were so small that they barely managed to cover her bottom, the cheeks of her arse clearly on show, coupled with a vest that hung loosely from her torso, it was evident immediately that she was braless beneath it, as her hardened nipples showed clearly through the thin material.

I just stood and looked, my mouth hanging open as I took in her bronzed toned body, there seemed to be not once ounce of fat on her, the many hours of working outdoors in the villager's gardens had left her with a body that many a young girl half her age would have died for.

'Would you like a picture?' Her words brought me back to the present as I continued to stare.

I've found with Mary that if she wants to know something then she asks you directly, there is no beating around the bush, her comments and statements are always to the point and so without thinking, the words were out of my mouth before my brain had processed them, 'Only if you ditch the clothes.'

I must have blushed profusely as she gave me a most wicked smile, 'Cheeky beggar! 'It can be arranged young fella,' came the reply as she started the lawnmower and commenced her journey back and forward across the lawn.

I'd meant to sunbathe, and in a way I was, but my eyes followed her as she moved across my vision, my mind mentally undressing her and the bulge in my shorts causing me to fidget constantly. She'd mostly finished the lawn when she stopped and came over to have her brew, pulling up a chair next to me.

'Even with sunglasses on, I could feel her eyes boring into me as she suddenly asked, 'Do you want to go to bed with me?'

As usual with Mary it was straight to the point leaving me fumbling for words in my shock, it was easier after a time just to nod my head. Several minutes passed as she finished her cup and bent, unlacing her boots, before standing and looking directly at me.

'Well, there's no time like the present,' I heard her say.

Following her indoors, I watched her bottom sway from side to side as she walked, and then she was on me and we were tearing the clothes off each other.

We raced for the stairs and the bedroom but never made it, halfway up I had grabbed her buttocks, squeezing each cheek firmly, she had turned and stumbled, sitting down on one of the steps, her legs wide open and showing me her moist fanny open and ready. I didn't want to wait as I knelt in front of her, my throbbing cock rubbing against her labia and exposed clitoris.

Grabbing me firmly she positioned my shaft as I pushed against her and felt it slide inside her pussy, Mary grunting as she accepted its length. It wasn't frenzied, but then it wasn't slow and passionate, we both wanted to fuck as my cock slammed into her time and time again, her full breasts bouncing as I filled her quim with each thrust. With our mouths glued together, we were both trying to breathe and groan at the same time, our lips parting only so that we could utter crude comments.

Our faces parted as she stared at me, her eyes bulging as I twisted her nipples, her body drawing close to its release as with a final effort, I rammed my cock into her faster and harder and was rewarded as she started to wail, her body quivering and jerking as she orgasmed which sent me into raptures as my cream spurted inside her cunt.

My knee's on the stairs felt raw as I straightened my back, Mary leaning back on her elbows with her mouth open as she gulped in much-needed air, her ample breasts rising and falling rapidly.

'Fuck. 'Holy shit, I needed that,' she was saying as we both tried to compose ourselves.

Sliding from her, I stood and took her hand, she looked at me in surprise, 'Again?'

I nodded my head, 'Only this time I want to make love to you.' Perhaps they were not the right words but they conveyed what I further wanted from her as I led her into my bedroom.

With my head between her legs, there was a myriad of smells, talc from when she dressed, sweat from our coupling and the smell of her sex and a salty taste on my tongue from the deposit I had left inside her. I lapped at her fanny lips, my tongue every so often darting inside her cunt before my lips compressed her clit and the tip of my tongue teased it.

If anyone was passing outside they must have been able to hear Mary because she was vocal, her moans and wails loud as she urged me on as I increased her arousal, allowing it to subside before raising it once more. I thought I was going to lose a handful of hair as she suddenly gripped it and dragged my head and mouth firmly against her cunt letting out a scream and arching her back, her hips and buttocks shaking as she climaxed again and her juices splashed my face and mouth.

Giving her no respite, I raised myself and knelt between her open thighs, my shaft, hard once more, slid easily into her wet sloppy fanny and I fucked her again. Keeping the rhythm steady, I was able to look down at her laid beneath me. I would have guessed she was in her late thirties maybe even early forties, but her body was that of a woman my age, the only clue that she was maybe older was the cesarian scar from one of her children's births.

Her body was bronzed all over and I wondered if she sunbathed naked at home and whether her husband enjoyed her as much as I was doing. Her breasts were still firm and I bent my head so that I could lick and kiss her dark hard buds, eliciting screams as I gently bit them.

She was pleading with me to cum because she was close again as my hips became a blur and my cock thudded into her cunt, she let out a long lingering wail and bucked beneath me, her body quivering as she climaxed and my sperm shooting deep inside her once more as I grunted my own release.

Laying side by side, we recovered slowly, 'Jesus Adam, I'm fucked. 'How am I supposed to finish the garden?' She said as I laughed and pointed out that she may have to come again tomorrow, the pun not being lost on her.

We had showered together and finally dressed, went back downstairs, the day already half over with.

'Were you joking about me returning tomorrow?' she asked, leaving me feeling that something had just changed.

'Of course not, but I can't promise how much work you will get done.' I replied.

Kissing me passionately, she went and retrieved her boots before giving me a peck on the cheek and saying goodbye.

'Bloody hell,' I thought to myself, she reminded me so much of Cynthia, I'd come here to get my head straight and had wound up with two very attractive women which reminded me that Kerry was coming for tea.

Over the next few weeks I certainly indulged myself, I would see Kerry most days, we had never started off to have a relationship but we had just bit by bit fallen into one and I found myself developing feelings for her, and then just to spice everything thing up, Mary and I would get it on at least a couple of times a week.

I'd phoned Murry, my parent's solicitor and discussed with him about my adoption, he could tell me very little other than it had been dealt with by one of the former partners, but promised to look through some of the old files. I had also kept in touch with Cynthia who was asking when I may return, telling me that she had been going without lately and needed a 'good seeing too'.

Kerry and I were in 'The Swan' one evening when she suddenly turned to me, Oh, by the way, I was talking to mum because she used to live in one of those houses opposite the school if she remembered your family living there. 'Anyway, you're invited to tea tomorrow night and you can ask her yourself.'

Even after all this time, I had still not met or seen Kerry's parents, they never seemed to go to the pub and I had got to know quite a few of the regulars, even seeing Mary in there from time to time with friends. I told her I looked forward to meeting them and seeing if there was anything they could tell me.

The next evening I walked down to her cottage, my mind must have been on other things because I never picked up on any of the visible clues, especially the van parked nearby. I knocked at the door and waited.

Kerry opened it with a smile and a kiss as she invited me in, 'Adam, you know my mum.....Mary.'

You could have knocked me down with a feather, I must have looked a complete idiot as I stood there, my eyes going from one to the other and then back again, Kerry looking at me in surprise and waiting for me to say something, while Mary just smiled and looked at me wickedly.

'I'm sorry' I sputtered, 'I never ever realised you were mother and daughter,' I said, trying to get over the shock of suddenly realising that I was shagging the both of them.

It was a while before I managed to get Mary on her own, Kerry had nipped to the loo as I took my chance, 'Bloody hell Mary, you might have told me, surely you knew I've been seeing Kerry for a while now?'

In typical fashion, she replied, straight to the point, 'Would you have bedded me if you had known, probably not, and am I not allowed to fancy you as much as my daughter.

'She has no idea and I want it to stay that way, you do know she is falling in love with you. 'I enjoy our liaisons so why don't we let sleeping dogs lie and we all get what we want.

'I'll make no demands on you, just be sure you treat her right and we will all end up happy.' With that, she gave me a quick kiss and groped my bottom before carrying the coffees into the lounge.

Despite the shock, it turned out to be a wonderful evening, what Mary had said was correct, I was getting the best of all worlds at the moment and decided just to let things carry on as they were. It appeared that Kerry's dad had gone off when she was about twelve and she and her mother had just carried on living in the hamlet. Mary had always loved gardening and had slowly built a business from it to be able to look after her daughter.

'A strange thing happened to Adam the other day,' Kerry was saying to her mother, 'Tell mum what happened,' she said, and I repeated my tale.

'Could Adams parents have lived in one of those houses?' Kerry inquired of her mother.

'What's your surname?' Mary asked, staring into space as I told her, 'I'm sure they never lived there.

'The end house was Taylors, then my family, the Wilsons. 'Next door to us was owd Mrs Bradshaw, then the Johnson's, Murry's and the last house was an Italian name.

'He had been a prisoner of war and married an English woman but I could never pronounce his name, Gugli..something.'

I knew Kerry's name was McGuire so Wilson must have been Mary's maiden name.

'I was there until I got married, maybe they moved there after that' Mary finished.

I was sure that if my parents had lived there with me, I would have remembered and I could only recollect having lived in one house. It was only later and on my way home that I suddenly twigged that perhaps I should have asked about the name Evan's not my adoptive parent's name of Judd.

Part Two

I could hardly believe that four months had passed; I had become so ensconced in the life of the hamlet and my time with Mary and Kerry that I had forgotten that I had another life far from here.

On impulse one evening I spoke to Kerry while we were in the 'Swan', 'Can you get a couple of days off?' I asked her, she was inquisitive as to why.

'I need to make a trip back home and see some people, would you like to come with me?' I asked her, noting that she looked excited and sad at the same time.

My other life was not something I had discussed with her really and suddenly it was a reminder to her that a time would come when I left the hamlet.

She quickly cheered up, 'I'd love to go, when are you thinking of?'

It would have to be mid-week as I needed to see the solicitor and also wanted to have a word with Maurice at the company, I would like to see Cynthia as well, wondering how she would take it when I turned up with Kerry, but my feelings for the young woman had gone beyond friendship and so it was something that everyone was going to have to get used to.

'Can you get Thursday and Friday off, we'll drive across and perhaps stay overnight if you want.' Kerry was all for it, she had never been in a city, her life so far having been the hamlet and the larger town of Dawlish.

The next morning I drove into Dawlish and filled the car up ready for the journey. Setting off on Thursday morning, it was another nice day and Kerry loved the trip with the roof down, her hair blowing in the slight slipstream as I opened the engine up and we sped along. A lot of it was all new to her and she chattered excitedly throughout the journey.

Reaching the suburbs, I finally turned into my road and then into the driveway, clicking the remote so that the garage door was open and ready as I parked the car.

Kerry jumped out, going to the front of the house and staring about her, 'Oh my god, wow, this is where you live? 'It's massive.'

To her, I suppose it was when you compared it to the cottages, but to me, and especially in this part of the city, it was just a normal large house. I carried the bags in and showed her around, finding it was exactly as I left it, but could probably do with a dusting after all these weeks.

She must have noticed me running my fingers over surfaces because she suddenly offered, 'Let me do it, get me a duster and some polish and I'll soon have it clean again.'

I'd tried to say 'no' but she wouldn't have it and sure enough, an hour later everything looked better. While she was cleaning I'd made a couple of phone calls, one to Maurice to say I was popping in and the other to Murry at the solicitors, asking if I could have a word. Driving into the city, we went and grabbed some lunch before going to dad's company.

Maurice was pleased to see me, asking how I was and if things were getting back on track. The firm was ticking along nicely and there was plenty of work in.

I asked Kerry to nip out while I had a private conversation with Maurice, 'I've thought about this Maurice and I'm sure my dad would have agreed. 'I'm not ready to run this company yet, I don't know enough and if it wasn't for you, it would probably be in trouble at this moment in time.

'You've been here right from the beginning and you know how everything runs. 'What I'm asking.....is, would you be my partner?'

He sat back in his chair looking stunned, 'Look, Adam, its very good of you, but I haven't the money to put into a company like this.'

I stopped him before he could go any further, 'I don't want any money Maurice, I want you to teach me all I need to know to keep us being successful and for that, I'd like you to be my partner.'

I could see him welling up at my offer as he came from behind his desk and shook my hand, 'It would be a pleasure,' he said, looking a little overcome.

I left the office telling him I was seeing the solicitors today and would get the ball rolling, his parting shot as he put his hand on my shoulder brought tears to my eyes, 'Your dad would be proud of you Adam.'

My next stop was the solicitors in the city, Kerry being happy to wait in the car while I popped in. Murry wasn't able to add any more information other than the adoption had been certified by Shropshire social services.

My head was spinning as I left, I'd come from Shropshire, it just seemed too much of a coincidence that I had a picture of that part of the country in my head. Remembering the box of papers and pictures, I determined to take them back with me.

Presently, I had told Kerry and her mother nothing of my true past wondering if they would be able to help, the locals not yet ready to tell me the gossip and Mary had lived there all her life and knew everyone. Finished, I returned to Kerry, still sitting patiently.

'It's a lovely day, how do you fancy doing some shopping in the city' I asked her, her eyes lighting up when I mentioned clothes shops.

I drove into the centre and found a parking spot, Kerry, awestruck at the number of people on the streets.

'Is it always like this?' she asked.

I laughed, 'This is reasonably quiet, you should see it each weekend.'

I knew exactly where I was going, taking her hand as we zig-zagged through the crowds until we hit the main shopping precinct.

Kerry was like a child, suddenly confronted with more things than she had ever dreamt of, we went from window to window as the gazed at the clothes on display, dragging me into each one as she perused the rails and looking a little disappointed as she started to realise that prices here were a lot more expensive. In the third shop, she spotted some tops and a dress, holding it up against her as she gave me a twirl and then replacing it as she saw the price tag.

'Go and try it on, Kerry,' I told her.

She shook her head, 'I can't afford it.'

I smiled at her, 'Please, for me, I want to see what you look like'.

She took the dress to the changing rooms and reappeared several minutes later, looking at herself in the mirror and turning towards me. The pale lemon contrasted with her golden skin and I knew I was falling in love with her.

'I'd better go and take it off, it's very expensive,' she said, looking a little deflated.

While she was gone I picked out the three tops she had been looking at, holding them behind my back when she returned, taking the dress from her before she could replace it on the rail.

I took them to the cashier and paid while Kerry protested, 'Adam, you can't, it is too much money.'

I handed the bag to her, 'Am I not allowed to treat my girlfriend,' I asked

The look on her face was like watching the sun coming up in the morning as she realised what I'd just said, her arms going around my neck as she flung herself at me. 'You mean it?'

I nodded, 'If it's alright with you?'

As they left the shop, Kerry was walking on air, nothing had ever been said, they had simply drifted into a friendship and then a little bit more, his words had made it official, she was his 'girlfriend'.

Throughout the rest of the day he treated her again and again, some trousers she liked, a pair of trainers and shoes to go with the dress, it had been the best day of her life, but behind the excitement and joy, there was a little twinge, what happens when its time for him to leave she wondered.

They had a meal in a restaurant that evening before driving back to Adam's house.

'It's up to you Kerry, I can take you home if you wish, we can be back before midnight, or we can stay over,' Adam asked her.

Kerry knew what she wanted, and that wasn't a three-hour journey, 'I want to stay over, and I want you to make love to me,' she whispered to him.

She lay beneath him, her hair fanning out across the pillow as his cock sank into her flesh and she moaned her delight, 'She was so beautiful,' he kept thinking as he gazed down at her, his mouth going to each of her nipples in turn as he nuzzled them, applying pressure with his lips and teeth, his tongue shooting out and licking each one, keeping them hard and erect while she cried out in pleasure.

All the while his shaft slid in and out of her fanny as both their arousals increased, sliding out of her, he rubbed his cock against her labia and clitoris, teasing her while she implored him to 'Ram it back in and shag me.'

He marvelled at her and recalled something his mother had once said before going red and giggling, 'A good wife is a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom, it what makes the best marriages.'

The phrase fitted Kerry perfectly, normally you wouldn't have thought butter would melt in her mouth, but in the bedroom, she knew what she wanted and nothing was out of bounds, even her course language at times. His cock sank back into her quim as she dragged his head down and kissed him before whispering in his ear, 'Fuck my arse.'

Sliding from her once more, he placed his hands beneath her raised knee's and lifted her legs higher, exposing her cute pucked entrance. Her juices had run down the crack of her arse and covered his cock which with very little effort glided inside her anus.

Adam sodomised her, his fingers in her fanny and his thumb rubbing frantically at her clit until they both reached a point were their climax was imminent.

'In my cunt, please, fuck my cunt, I want you to cum in me,' Kerry screeched as his throbbing shaft pummelled her pussy and they both climaxed, her back arching and her fingers digging into the bedsheets as his twitching cock shot spurt after spurt of cum inside her wet passage.

They slept, their bodies intertwined until the bright sun of morning awakened them, I had one more person to visit before I took Kerry back to her home, it felt unfair to leave her twiddling her thumbs in the house but was unsure what reception she may get when introduced to Cynthia. I decided that it may be best if Cynthia came to me but also decided that Kerry deserved an explanation in case things were a little bit frosty.

'I'm inviting someone over,' I told her, 'And it's only fair that you know the truth.'

I went on to explain what had happened thus leading to the reason I had turned up in 'Lower Yockleton', 'Cynthia brought me to my senses and helped me when I was at my lowest.

'One thing led to another and we ended up sleeping with each other. 'I can't promise how she's going to take the fact that you are now on the scene.'

Kerry looked a little anxious, it wasn't the fact that he had slept with another woman, that was a given, he'd had a life long before she knew him. It was the fact that this woman had been there at his lowest, coupled with the fact that she was mature, Kerry wondered if she would be able to compete.

It sounded like this woman knew how to look after a man and how to pleasure him and keep him interested, now he was back here, would Adam suddenly realise that this Cynthia had so much more to offer. She fretted, not looking forward to this woman's arrival and turning her into some sort of 'Amazon' who could have any man she wanted.

He'd phoned Cynthia to let her know that he was back for a visit and to also tell her that he had a guest, he hadn't wanted her coming over, dressed and ready for sex. Kerry had worked herself up into a state by the time the doorbell finally rang.

When Cynthia entered, she was nothing like Kerry had imagined, in fact, she looked very similar to her own mother, she watched as Adam hugged the older woman who kissed his cheek, but Kerry could tell by her looks and mannerisms that if they had been alone, Cynthia would have had Adam undressed by now.

She turned, giving Kerry a once over before advancing on her with her hand held out, 'Are you not going to introduce me, Adam?'

'Cynthia, this is Kerry, Kerry, Cynthia, she is one of my neighbours where I have been staying.'

Kerry baulked, he hadn't introduced her as his girlfriend, did he still secretly harbour feelings for this woman.

'Why don't we go and sit out, it's too nice a day to be stuck indoors. 'Adam, are you going to get us some drinks?' The older woman asked.

Cynthia ushered Kerry towards the conservatory and out into the gardens, 'Try and relax, I don't bite,' she whispered to the young woman as they went out.

'I take it from the look of panic on your face that you are aware of what has taken place between me and Adam?' She asked.

Kerry nodded, close to tears.

'Don't worry my dear, I'm not here to pinch him from you, though I must say I will miss him,' Cynthia said, placing an arm around Kerry's shoulders, 'Just you make sure you look after him, he's been hurt enough lately.'

Adam appeared with drinks and they sat around for an hour chatting, Cynthia continually putting Kerry at her ease and the young woman beginning to warm to her. Cynthia was getting ready to leave when Kerry decided to excuse herself, saying she was going to the toilet and allowing them to have a few moments alone.

Once she was gone, Cynthia turned to Adam, 'I take it I am redundant now,' she looked sad.

'I'm not going to lie to you Cynthia, there is something special about Kerry, but at some point, I will return and we still have plenty of unfinished business, hopefully, we always will,' Adam said as he took her in his arms and they kissed.

Kerry returned downstairs as Cynthia was leaving, the older woman kissing her on the cheek as she whispered in her ear, 'Look after him, his kind don't come along very often,' and then she was gone.

Adam took one look at her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him, 'A bit scary?'

Kerry nodded against his chest, 'Very scary,' she thought, but he was still here with her and that was the most important thing.

He packed some bits into the car and then they set off for the return journey, Kerry looking forward to getting home where she felt more secure and confident. The journey flew by as they eventually drove back into the hamlet, he still had another two months on the lease and found himself having missed the quiet little community. It took a couple of days to get back into their routine but by the following week, things had returned to normal.

Tuesday was always Kerry's busiest day and was also the day that Mary came over to see to the garden, there had been a change in the weather the last few days and today it was pouring down outside when Mary arrived in her van, she dashed around the rear, entering by the back door, a coat over her head, sheltering her from the rain, 'Doesn't look like the garden is going to get much attention today' she said to Adam.

His mischievous grin and words implying what he had in mind, 'I know someone who perhaps needs some attention,' he said, advancing on her.

Ensconced together in bed, Mary was musing as she said to him, 'Kerry seemed a little subdued when you returned.'

Adam explained that she had met Cynthia, "the mature woman," he had told her about, 'I felt it only fair to tell her the truth, did I do right?' he asked.

Mary nodded, 'And is she still competition for my daughter.'

Adam laughed as he slid down the bed to kiss her naked breasts, 'I think Kerry has competition a bit nearer to home, don't you,' he said as he slipped first one and then two fingers inside her moist cunt, making her moan loudly.

Mary rolled him over so that she could straddle his hips, grabbed his erect cock, and impaled herself on it, releasing a groan of pleasure as she slid down its length. 'There was something to be said for youth,' she thought, 'So full of energy,' rocking back and forwards on his erection as he filled her and she savoured the sensations each time their groins came together.

How she wished she was twenty years younger, she would certainly have given her daughter a run for her money for Adams affections.

His hands cupped her full breasts squeezing the smooth flesh and twisting her nipples between his finger and thumb, something she especially liked as she increased her movement, the sensations devouring her body increasingly as her orgasm approached. Leaning forward on her outstretched arms she dangled her tits over his face as she bounced up and down on his cock until he caught her buttocks and commenced ramming his shaft into her rapidly and culminating in both of them climaxing.

After they'd had time to recover they made love again before it was time for Mary to depart, the last thing either of them wanted, was for Kerry to ever catch them together. He'd showered and dressed before making himself a drink, going to one of the cupboards, he extracted the box he had brought with him and leafing through the papers once more. He heard the sound of Kerry arriving and hastily putting everything back into the box and tucking it back into the cupboard, he hadn't yet decided how he was going to broach the subject with Mary and ask for her help.

'Hi, Adam,' she called as she came in by the back door, 'I've just phoned mum, she says to come over for tea.'

Coming into the lounge she gave me a hug and a kiss as she asked about my day. We were getting ready to go across to Kerry's house when she suddenly spotted something beneath the coffee table and bent to pick it up.

'Who's this?' She asked, studying the photograph and turning it over to look at the back, 'Anne' 'Is this your mum?' She asked me as I stood there, rooted to the spot. What did I tell her? I wasn't ready yet to go into too much detail so just said 'yes'.

She turned the photo back over, continuing to study it, 'It's strange,' she said, more to herself than to me, 'It's like I've seen something similar once before, I must be having one of your funny moments,' she grinned as she handed the picture back to me.

I had lost count of how many times I had now been to Kerry's cottage, like everyone, I had looked around but at the same time, I had never really taken much notice, my time divided between the two women. Tonight was different, it was Kerry's comment about the picture that had increased my awareness.

We'd had tea and they were clearing things away as I looked around the lounge, pictures were hanging on the walls, on top of cupboards and sideboards all around the lounge. Idly, I gazed at them, waiting for the two women to return when one, in particular, caught my attention and my blood froze.

'I've got to go,' I shouted, bolting from the cottage and running up the lane as fast as I could, I sped across the centre of the hamlet with no let up until I reached the cottage, bent double as I gasped for breath, so quickly had I covered the distance. I rushed inside and took the box from the cupboard, extracting the two pictures and looking at them, the telephone was ringing shrilly but I ignored it as my insides shook and I felt sick.

The phone had stopped ringing but I continued to stare at the two photographs, trying to make sense of the turmoil in my head. I never even heard the sound of a vehicle screech to a halt outside, the first I realised of anything was as Kerry and Mary rushed into the house.

I'd moved the pictures by the time they'd entered, Kerry in a panic and rushing to me demanding to know what the hell was going on. I loved her, but I couldn't touch her as I shrugged her away, going into the kitchen and sitting at the dining table.

They came and joined me, Kerry, close to tears and trying to grasp my hand.

Staring at Mary, I tried to compose myself as the question came out slowly, 'Have you got a sister Mary?'

She looked at me like I had gone mad, 'No, I'm an only child.'

I was confused, it didn't make sense, 'Then who is this?' I asked, putting the picture of 'Anne' face up on the table.

Mary went as white as a sheet, a sheer look of horror on her face, silence reigned for several minutes, 'Where did you get this from?' she asked, 'Have you been in my room?'

I shook my head, 'No, this is my picture!'.

Kerry's eyes were going between me, the picture and her mum and then back again, once more she had the strangest feeling that the photo was familiar, she turned it over, reading the name on the back again and then it was if someone had connected her into a socket as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

'Adam, you said this was a picture of your mum, it isn't, it's a picture of my mum,' Kerry said haltingly.

'Anne? M.a.r.i.a.n.n.e, Marianne, everybody just calls her Mari for short, it sounds exactly the same as Mary'. Mary was just staring at me, unable to say anything as I watched the tears stream down her face, 'Mum? 'Why has Adam got a picture of you?' Kerry asked.

That was what I had spotted, I must have passed that picture in their cottage dozens of time and had never taken any notice, a young girl posing with her parents, it wasn't the face, the photo in their cottage was of a younger girl, it was the dress, it was the same dress.

Kerry was frantic now, she looked at me and the tears running down her mothers face, the picture was definitely her mum, but Adam had said it was his mum, the name on the back was her mum's, and then it hit her.

'No! 'It can't be, tell me it isn't,' she cried, the tears rolling down her face, 'Mum please, tell me, I love him.'

It was then that I put the second picture next to the first, 'Are you, my mum, Marianne?' I asked, watching as she nodded her head imperceptibly, staring all the while at the picture of the young child I had produced.

Time seemed to pass slowly, as both of them continued to weep, I didn't know whether to feel elated or angry, it was the shock of finding out that I'd had sex with my mother and was in love with my sister.

'His name was Andrew Evans, he was sixteen and I was fifteen when I had you, we wanted to run away together and get married, but we were both only kids and both our parents were against it.

'I gave you his surname because I loved him dearly and then one day, he didn't turn up anymore, I went around to his house but the neighbours told me that they had moved.

'I was fifteen and still at school with a baby, you can imagine the stigma that attracted, and my life was a mess, everyone pointing their fingers and talking.'

I kept you as long as I could but my parents kept talking about me having you adopted, you were one year old when I finally gave in, I couldn't look after you and they didn't want to know so eventually I had to sign the papers.

'I cried for weeks afterwards, I hadn't a clue where you had gone, they wouldn't tell me, I searched all the villages around here, but eventually, I had to give up and face facts that I would never see you again. The only things I could give you when they took you away was those two photographs.'

'I spiralled out of control, and as soon as I could, I got out of there, at seventeen I met your father, Kerry, by eighteen I was pregnant again and we got married and I moved away from home and never went back.

'It lasted longer than I thought, I never truly loved him, it was more to hurt my parents and so I wasn't surprised when the marriage broke up, the only good thing that came out of it was you, Kerry.'

Each one of us was silent until I spoke up, 'I think its best if you both went for the moment. 'You do realise that Kerry is my sister and I have been sleeping with her.'

The last thing I remember of that evening was Kerry screaming her anger at her mother as she dragged her from the cottage and then the sound of the van as it drove away into the distance.

When I opened my eyes I was parked up outside my home, I'd jumped in the car and driven, not really aware of where I was going until my road came into sight. It was just coming light as I let myself in, going directly to my bedroom and falling asleep once more. I never heard the constant ringing of the telephone, what disturbed me was the doorbell and the hammering on the front door. I roused myself and went down to open and found Cynthia on the doorstep.

'What's going on Adam. 'Someone called Mary phoned me and said you had disappeared, what's going on?' She demanded.

My head still felt fuzzy from sleep as I ushered her indoors and went and made us both a drink, returning to the lounge and handing her the cup of tea. 'Mary doesn't know you and certainly hasn't got your phone number, how has she managed to phone you?' I asked, totally confused.

'You left your phone there, she realised when she tried to call you, you must have mentioned my name because she found it on your phone and called me, isn't she Kerry's mother, have you and Kerry had a fallout?' Cynthia asked.

I couldn't eradicate the sarcasm from my voice as I told her, 'Marianne, or Mary as she is commonly known, IS MY MOTHER,' I shouted, 'and Kerry is my half-sister, don't you understand Cynthia. 'I've slept with my mother and sister.'

She looked puzzled for a moment, digesting my words and suddenly understanding what I was saying. I found myself pacing and shouting as I told her everything that had happened since the day I left, finally throwing open cupboard doors, ' I need a drink,' I exclaimed, forgetting that I had disposed of it all.

I was out of control again and the only thing that saved me was the hand that slapped my face so hard that I thought Cynthia had broken my jaw. Coming back to reality I felt overwhelmed and despite my age, I broke down and cried, blubbering like a baby.

She held me tight, rocking me like a young child until my sobbing finally ceased, I felt so alone and lost, abandoned in the middle of a vast ocean without a life-ring. I'll be honest, at that moment I could understand why people contemplated taking their own lives if it hadn't been for Cynthia.....well who knows!

The flip side of the coin I suppose and perhaps the bodies way of compensating for those morbid thoughts was that I felt as horny as hell, what I needed was the touch and feel of another human being, a coupling to distract the mind.

'Let's go to bed' I suddenly said, my desire for her body tangible.

Cynthia looked stunned, 'Adam, perhaps now isn't the right time.'

I interrupted her before she could continue, 'When is the right time, I don't care about the time, I want to make love to you'.

She took some convincing but finally, her desires overruled her head as she allowed me to lead her upstairs to my bedroom and undress her.

I'm sure Cynthia had not anticipated the strength of my desires as I threw her onto the bed and devoured her, I ate her pussy, I fucked her arse, I fucked her mouth and then I fucked her fanny, and when I had finished, I fucked her all over again until she begged me to stop, her body unable to withstand any more orgasms, her arse and fanny raw with my insatiable appetite. As we lay together and she dozed, I wondered if I should forget about Mary and Kerry, perhaps all I needed was laid next to me.

Now she was awake again, her hand rested on my chest as she asked me what I was going to do. 'I liked Kerry when I met her, so up until yesterday, before you found out the truth, how did you feel about her?'

It was an easy question for me to answer, up until yesterday, I knew I was falling in love with her.

Cynthia sat up, openly displaying her nudity and causing an immediate reaction down below, my hand, reaching out towards her tit's, was promptly smacked away as she spoke.

'As I see it, you have two choices, from what you have told me, I don't think you can blame Mary, she was nothing but a child at the time, and remember, attitudes were different back then, Kerry is a total innocent in all of this, all she has ever done was to fall in love with you.

'So! You return and get to know your mum and sister, but I guarantee that Mary will never feel like the mother that Marjory was and you hurt Kerry.

'Or! You say nothing, you have different names, no one is ever going to know unless you tell them, you can still work out some sort of relationship with your real mother and you can have a relationship with your girlfriend.

'It wouldn't be lawful and if anyone ever found out, you would both be in trouble, but it wouldn't be the end of the world, you would just plead ignorance.'

I wasn't ready to make a decision yet, I needed time to think about it, 'Will you do something for me, Cynthia, call Mary back and tell her I will get in touch in a couple of days, once I've decided what I want to do, ask her not to call me, or Kerry either.'

I watched as Cynthia got dressed, thankful I was still sane, all of it due to her. She kissed me goodbye, leaving me still in bed as she departed.

Several days had passed when the phone started to ring one morning, at first, I just ignored it, but its constant urgent shrilling eventually made me pick it up. Mary was on the other end, but not the woman I had come to know,

I could hear the panic in her voice, it was palpable as she told me, 'Kerry's gone, we argued again last night. 'I went up to wake her and she wasn't there, her bed hasn't been slept in, she's gone.'

I was sure it wasn't anything serious, just because her bed hadn't been slept in, didn't mean there was a crisis. 'Could she have gone to my cottage?' I asked, 'I don't remember locking it, so she may well be there, have you been and checked?'

I could hear the sudden hope in her voice, 'I'll go and check, I'll ring you back,' she said as the line went dead.

She was back on the phone ten minutes later, 'She's not there,' the panic back in her voice.

'Are there any friends she might have slept at?' I asked, her panic was becoming contagious as I wondered where Kerry had got too.

'There are none in the hamlet, there are not many young ones around here, she has a couple of friends in Dawlish. 'I'll go and check there, why isn't she answering her phone, Adam?' Mary cried.

I was trying to reassure her when the doorbell rang, 'Hold on a minute Mary, someones at the door, I've just got to answer it'.

I wondered if it was Cynthia, asking Mary if she had phoned her as well, but she said no, I opened the door to find Kerry stood there, she looked timid and scared with her tear-stained face.

I was so relieved that I just wrapped my arms around her, 'How did you get here?.....' It's OK Mary, she's just turned up at my house.....'Come in Kerry, are you alright?...... 'Yes, she's OK Mary.'

It was difficult trying to have two conversations at once. 'Mary! 'It's ok, just relax, she's safe and she's here with me.'

Mary was demanding to speak to Kerry, but the look on her face said that wasn't going to presently happen.

'Listen, Mary, let me speak to her and I promise I'll ring you back. 'Just give me thirty minutes and I promise I'll call, I'll even bring her back myself.' Mary took a lot of convincing before she finally allowed me to hang up.

Sitting Kerry down I got her a stiff drink, the poor girl looked like she needed one.

Her bottom lip was quivering as she spoke, 'You left without telling me, how could you do that, you know how I feel about you, and yet you still left without saying a word,' the tears came once more as I hesitated, sister or girlfriend, at that moment it mattered little, all I wanted to do was comfort her.

I waited for the sobbing to subside before I spoke, 'I'm sorry for leaving, but it was a shock and I needed to get away. 'Whether we like it or not, you are my sister, or at least, half-sister, and we have been sleeping with each other.

'In the eyes of everyone, what we have done is wrong. 'It's no one's fault, not even your mums.....sorry, our mums, not one of us could have been expected to know, but now that we do, then we need to decide what happens next.'

I presumed Kerry had given it a lot of thought on her journey to my home because when she spoke she had come to the same conclusion that Cynthia had. 'Look, Adam, no one knows us, I have no brother, you have no sister, even our names are different, you even have a different name than my mum, no one ever needs to know.

'If necessary, I'll move here, we can live here together, no one's ever going to find out, even if mum says something, we just deny it, I bet after all this time, there isn't even any paperwork. 'Me and you, we can make it work.'

What she said had its merits and was maybe feasible, what was causing the problem at the moment was the fact that I couldn't get past the fact that she was my sister and that I'd had sex with her.

'You need to speak to your mum, tell her you are alright and that we are just going to have something to eat and then I'm driving you back,' I told her.

Kerry came straight to the point, the look of determination on her face reminding me of Mary, 'I'm not going back, If you don't want me, then I'll go somewhere else, but I'm not going back.'

I promised that if things could not be worked out, then I would bring her back with me, it was the only way that I could get her into the car to make the journey. The drive back was completed in near silence, only half my mind concentrating on the driving as I tried to sort out my jumbled thoughts.

We had reached the halfway point when I pulled over, 'Can I borrow your phone Kerry, it's important?' She handed it over without any questions as I climbed from the car and wandered some distance from it.

I phoned Cynthia, there were things in my head that I needed to make sense of, truths that were suddenly becoming clearer. We chatted for ten minutes before I said goodbye to her and returned to the car, passing the phone back to Kerry, she didn't even look at it, nor would she look at me as she spoke, her voice sullen, 'You phoned Cynthia didn't you. 'I think that's who you really want, you always seem to go back to her. 'Have you slept with her again?' the last part of her remark sounding accusatory.

'Yes I phoned Cynthia, I needed to ask her something, and no, I haven't slept with her.'

The last part was a lie, but I decided that now wasn't the right time for telling the truth. It was early evening when we finally got back to Lower Yockleton and I parked outside Kerry's cottage. 'I need to speak to Mary on my own, promise me you will stay here in the car and you won't do a disappearing act.'

Kerry dutifully promised but I still wondered if she would be there when I returned, Mary was stood at the door as I walked up the small path, staring at her daughter and wondering why she was still in the car.

'I think we need to talk first,' I said as I followed her inside, I'd never seen her like this, she seemed to be at a loss as to what she should say or do. Sitting at the kitchen table seemed the best idea, it kept some space between us while we made decisions that would affect our lives, perhaps forever.

'What do you want Mary?' Even now it was difficult to call her mum, I was starting to realise that something Cynthia had said was perfectly true.

Her eyes filled with tears, 'I want my son back,' she whispered.

'Even at the expense of losing your daughter?' I asked.

There was no easy way out, whichever way she turned, there would be problems and consequences.

'Would it be easier if I was to just disappear again. 'Kerry will be heartbroken at first, but I'm sure she will eventually get over me,' I asked.

Mary was shaking her head vehemently, 'I've only just found you, I'm not losing you again.'

I never presumed it was going to be easy, but it was going to be nigh on impossible to keep everyone happy, 'There is a way to make things work' I said, her ears pricking up at the promise of any type of a compromise.

'There is no easy way I can call you mum, not after the things we have done, and if you ever forgot and introduced me as your son, people would ask questions.

'So I can only think of one solution if you would accept that'. I told her what I was prepared to do and she nodded her head enthusiastically, 'Does she know?' Does she know she asked?

I shook my head, 'Not yet.'

Going to the car, I asked Kerry to come indoors with me, she looked sad and feared for the worst. With all three of us seated around the table, I explained, 'Mum and I have discussed it, but everything depends on you.

'If I start to call Mary, 'mum', people are going to wonder why and ask questions, especially around here, but folk wouldn't think twice if she said it was because I was her son-in-law'.

It took a Kerry a moment or two for the penny to drop as her face suddenly brightened, her eyes going misty, 'Are you asking what I think?'

I nodded and smiled mischievously, 'I'll even go down on one knee it makes you say yes.'

I thought she was going to topple me out of the chair as she threw herself across the table, her eyes bright as she asked, 'You really mean it?'

I couldn't help but beam, 'Will you marry me, Kerry?'

'Yes, yes, yes' she managed before her lips became permanently attached to mine.

And so, here we are, two years later, Kerry is now 'Mrs Judd', during the week we spend the time in my parent's house, our house really now, and each weekend we drive across to our cottage in the hamlet. It wasn't a big wedding, let's face it, neither of us had a lot of relatives and so we just invited friends. I couldn't see the villa in Spain getting a lot of use, so sold it and we ended up buying the cottage that I had initially rented.

My first idea was that I would drive back and forth each week once I started work, but I think the prospect of me being far away and alone, in close proximity to the delectable Cynthia, was too much for Kerry to allow and so it was decided that we would go back and forth together. It was as though Kerry didn't implicitly trust me, and she had every right to feel like that at the time, I don't know how I manage it, but I'm happy to say that I still manage to keep Cynthia content. She had been there when I needed her the most and I would never ever forget that and anyway, she still has a body to die for.

We see Mary every weekend when we go across and she'll never change, I'm getting to know her more and more and we are now very close. Am I sleeping with my mum? No! my 'mum', tragically died in a car accident several years ago. Am I sleeping with my mother-in-law? Well, I couldn't possibly say, you'd have to ask her, and good luck with that.

After a time, when I seemed to have lost everything, I can honestly say that I am now very happy, it seems funny in a way, but my family, has become my family.




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