The Chimes of Big Ben (4.67)	His girlfriend, sister and mum. How much sex was enough?  New  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	04/15/21



The Chimes of Big Ben
by miss_D_mena ©



Chapter One



'Ten.... Nine.... Eight.... Seven.... Six.... Five.... Four.... Three.... Two.... One.... Happy New Year'

The sounds of "Big Ben" echoed through the large auditorium as everyone cheered and threw streamers into the air. Simon pulled Gina in close, their lips meeting as they kissed, 'Happy New Year,' he mouthed at her, the noise in the hall, far too loud for normal conversation as students broke into a chorus of "Auld Lang Syne". Gina was tipsy, plenty of alcohol had been smuggled into the proceedings, and she had liberally partaken of the falling down juice as he pointed her towards the patio doors, reasoning that a little bit of fresh air was probably what she needed right now and at the same time, motioning to his sister Samantha to head in the same direction. Simon and Sam were twins and Gina, besides being his girlfriend was also Sam's best friend.

It felt good to escape the noise and the heat of the bodies crushed together inside, the cold air refreshing all three of them. He went to kiss Gina again, but she stopped him, 'What about Sam? She hasn't had her New Year kiss yet,' she giggled drunkenly.

Simon turned and gave his sister a peck on the cheek, 'Happy New Year Sam,' he started to say but was interrupted by his girlfriend.

'That is not a kiss, I meant a proper one, look! Like this.' She grabbed his sister, pulling her close as Simon watched in amazement, their lips coming together as they kissed passionately, their hands caressing each other's bodies as their mouths twisted and turned. Gina's hands finally coming to rest on his sister's buttocks, squeezing her cheeks firmly.

At last, they broke apart, turning towards him and laughing, 'That's what I meant' said Gina, 'Now it's your turn.'

Gina pushed Sam at him and then took his hands and arms, wrapping them around Sam's waist. 'Go on, kiss her.' Simon felt embarrassed as he closed his eyes and moved his face towards his sister's, trying to pretend it was Gina. He felt his lips touch hers, and then her tongue was exploring his mouth, her hand on the back of his head pulling him towards her as she kissed him sexily. Gina, standing behind Sam, grabbed his hands and started to move them up and down his sister's body, finally placing them on her buttocks. Simon, now immersed in the kiss, forgot who he was holding as his hands squeezed the cheeks of her arse. He moved them upwards to her waist and then across her ribs, heading towards her breasts, his cock hard, as he found himself pushing it against her pubic bone.

Suddenly, he was pulled backwards, 'Down boy, that's the wrong girl you are about to touch up,' Gina cried out, laughing loudly and not at all perturbed that he had been on the cusp of actually touching Sam.

He felt his face grow hot, knowing that he must be blushing while Samantha looked at him coyly, her eyes every so often glancing down at his groin. Simon was more embarrassed by the fact that he had begun to enjoy the kiss and that the feel of his sister's body held tight against his own had caused a stirring down below.

The party had started to wind down as Simon went back indoors and retrieved the girl's coats, knowing that it was his responsibility to ensure that they all got home safely. The walk to Gina's home only took a couple of minutes and Sam waited patiently while he said goodnight to her. As they headed towards home, she took his arm, cuddling in close. Simon's head was full of jumbled thoughts, suddenly wondering if his sister was gay.

'Have you and Gina kissed before?' he asked. Sam started laughing, 'We have done it a couple of times, just messing about, it shocks people.' Simon nodded, thinking to himself that although his sister was strikingly pretty, he had never seen her with a boyfriend.

'I apologise for Gina,' he said, 'she can be a bit full-on at times.'

Sam laughed again, 'It was only a bit of fun,' she did not add that it had begun to arouse her.

'And I'm sorry about the kiss,' he continued, 'it must have been awful.'

Samantha stopped, now it was her turn to look embarrassed, 'That was my fault I'm afraid. Gina is always telling me what a good kisser you are, and I asked her what it felt like?' She hesitated before continuing. 'She said that she was going to arrange something, but I thought she was just teasing me. Anyway, dear brother, she is correct, you are nice to kiss...... and you seemed to be enjoying it,' she said hurriedly, her gaze flicking down to his groin for a second as she started giggling.

Simon went red again and stuttered, making his sister laugh out loud before she suddenly became serious, 'You could try it again.... only if you wanted to.' He looked at her with consternation, wondering if she was pulling his leg, but she looked as though she had meant what she said.

'You're serious, aren't you? He asked, Sam, refusing to look him in the face as she cast her eyes downwards.

With trepidation, he took her in his arms, their lips coming together, this time though, it was his tongue, exploring her mouth. He could smell the shampoo on her hair and the perfume she wore, he tasted the alcohol on her breath and felt the warmth of her body pressing against his. Within seconds, Simon had forgotten that it was his sister as his hands explored her body, the curve of her buttocks, the slimness of her hips and waist, and as they moved upwards, he caught the swell of her breasts. Samantha was more direct; she could feel the expanding bulge in his trousers and her hand made a beeline straight to it, Simon taking a sudden intake of breath as her hand moved up and down his expanding length. As they separated, he knew that what he was feeling was wrong, but the desire to make love to his sister was overpowering. Their house was nearly within sight, and despite his sudden urge, reason told him that outside at this time of year was certainly not the place for any kind of dalliance, he just hoped their mother was in bed and fast asleep.

They were both disappointed when they got home to find their mother still up and waiting for them. She asked all of the usual questions, did they have a good night? Who was there? Was Gina well? Did he make sure she got home alright? Eventually, ushering them both up to their beds. Simon undressed and settled down before switching off his bedside light, his mind replayed the evening's events, he had kissed his sister twice, the second time of his own volition and had even thought of having sex with her. It took him a while to settle, but eventually, he managed to fall asleep, his dreams lurid, and what Samantha was doing to him had his cock hard and erect. The room was dark, and something had woken him, as he surfaced from sleep, he felt a hand resting on his stomach, which then slowly moved downwards towards his groin as a voice whispered in his ear, 'Hush, .... You didn't think you were getting away that easily, did you?'

His cock was hard as Sam's fingers encircled it, gripping it firmly and sliding the skin up and down as she slowly masturbated him. He sensed the heat of her naked body against his own as he turned on his side to face her, now feeling her breath on his face as their mouths met and his hand found her breast, cupping it gently before giving it a firm squeeze, his fingers twisting her nipple, causing it to harden and his sister to sigh loudly. Moving his hand downwards across her tummy, his fingers encountered the soft downy hair between her legs and then finally the lips of her vagina, already open and moist as he slid a finger inside her, loving the way she moaned as he inserted it. Unhurriedly he fingered her fanny, her excitement growing as his thumb rubbed her clitoris and she buried her head into his shoulder, biting at his flesh as she suddenly climaxed, her legs and hips shaking vigorously as his fingers continued to penetrate her.

'Fuck me, Simon. Please, I want you to fuck me, I want your cock inside me' she whispered breathlessly to him.

He moved her over into the centre of his bed before kneeling between her thighs, Sam grasping at his cock as she positioned it against her open fanny. Gently he sank into her, having to tell her several times to 'Hush,' as her moans grew louder. Fucking her slowly, he was aware that he must be cautious, his bed tended to creak when he had sex in it and so he must be careful with his mother in the next room. The last thing they needed at that moment was for her to wake up and come to investigate what the noises were. Samantha gripped his buttocks, pulling him into her with each thrust of his hips. She could feel how hot his cock felt inside her fanny, her muscles gripping him tightly and trying to hold him inside her forever. He was big, and she had been unsure as to whether she could take all of him, but he had been slow and gentle, and she was overjoyed when she had managed to fit his shaft inside her vagina. She wanted to cry out loud as his cock sank into her flesh once more, she could feel that her climax was imminent and wanted him to fuck her harder but she too realised, that they must be quiet.

Simon was also reaching the point of no return, he increased his momentum as much as he dared and was rewarded as Sam arched her back, trying her best to muffle her cries as she came again. The feel of her climaxing was too much for him and with a groan of his own, he felt his cock twitch and ejaculate, his hot spunk filling her fanny. He fucked her as long as he dared, before, exhausted, he flopped down beside her, his chest heaving as he drew in much-needed oxygen.

Simon opened his eyes and glanced at his bedside clock, horrified to suddenly realise that it was nearly five in the morning, 'Sam, Sam,' he whispered urgently, 'You had better get back to your room and try and get some sleep before mum decides to get us up.'

Reluctantly, and still half a sleep, she got out of his bed and blowing him a kiss, tiptoed back to her room. He closed his eyes for a minute and the next thing he realised, was that the clock said ten. Getting out of bed, he slipped on his dressing-gown before making his way to the bathroom, looking in on his sister as he went. 'Come on sleepyhead, it's time to get up.'

Sam stretched and yawned, giving him a glance of her breasts as he went out and carried on to the bathroom, having a quick shower before changing places with his sister so that she could have hers. By the time they arrived downstairs, their mother told them it was too late for breakfast and that they must wait until lunch.

Lunch on New Year's Day was always the same, consisting of salad and cold cuts, it was easy, and they could pick at whatever they felt like. Once finished, they cleared everything away, giving their mother the chance to put her feet up and watch the television. They had no sooner settled than Gina came bounding in, 'Happy New Year.... Hi, Mrs James,'

Gina was never noticeably quiet at the best of times, but today seemed more exuberant than usual. Their mother turned around, indicating that they should go upstairs so that she could have some peace as Gina raced up to Simon's room before taking a flying leap and landing on his bed.

'Excuse us for a minute, I just need to ask Sam a question,' she said, the two girls disappearing next door to his sisters' room, five minutes passed before they returned and leaving Simon twiddling his thumbs.

Gina sat crossed legged at the head of the bed, while Simon and Sam sat, one at either corner. She started slowly with a lot of pauses as though struggling to find the right words. 'You know I adore you Simon, but I have a secret which I have never told you for fear that it may make you see me differently.'

Simon looked both puzzled and concerned at the same time, he had never understood what Gina saw in him, and it constantly surprised him that they had stayed together for so long. She was vivacious and outgoing, living every day as if it were her last. Whereas he could be quieter and more cautious, nevertheless, they had been a couple for nearly two years now. She was speaking so softly that he had to strain to hear her words. 'I love the sex we have together, but every so often there is something more that I need.'

Simon immediately started to feel worried. 'There are times when I get the desire...... to have sex with another female,' Gina said hesitantly. 'I have never acted on those desires whilst we have been together because that would feel like I was cheating on you. But there is someone I know that I would really like to have sex with.' Simon sat stunned as his brain tried to process what Gina had just told him, looking at his sister, but finding her head was down, and she seemed to have found something extremely interesting about his quilt.

'Who is it?' He asked, his voice faltering and a feeling of hurt rising inside him. 'Me,' the answer came, his head swivelling as he stared at his sister.

Samantha raised her head, 'When I kissed her last night, I realised how much I enjoyed it and I want to see how it feels to go all the way.' Gina butted in before Sam could say anymore, 'I've never been sure in the past, we have always done it more or less to shock people. 'When I kissed her last night, I was surprised by the way she responded and that's when I wondered if perhaps, she may be interested.'

Simon looked rather perplexed, 'But last......' he stopped immediately, realising what he had been about to say. Gina picked up on it instantly, clapping her hands with glee as she stared at them both, a large smirk spreading across her face.

'You did, didn't you, I suspected you would when I watched you kiss, you fucked each other last night!'

Samantha and Simon now looked embarrassed as Gina continued to grin. 'I have long suspected that Sam had the hots for you, this just makes it all perfect. As long as you do not mind Simon, Sam and I can get to know each other better, as can you and her.' Gina could not contain herself as she finished, 'It also means that, if you both fancy it, the three of us could fuck together.'

Simon and Samantha looked at each other, their faces flushed now that their secret was out in the open. Sam was the first to give a shy smile as she nodded her head, before he consented as well, Gina launching herself at him and kissing him furiously until she finally released him, and grabbed Sam, kissing her likewise. It took the twins a while to get used to the notion, Simon never having realised that Gina perhaps liked the same sex. He was surprised that Sam also had similar feelings, his sister admitting later that she had never been sure but kissing both of them the previous evening had turned her on and made her realise that she wanted to have sex with each of them. They spent the rest of the day messing around in his room laughing and talking with Simon slowly growing accustomed to the idea. With his bedroom door closed and locked, he would kiss Gina, and then his sister, he would touch Gina and then Sam and found it very arousing when they touched each other.

The two girls had made plans to go into town for the New Year sales, something Simon had no interest in being part of. Now that Christmas and New Year were over with, his mother was back at work and the two girls had gone shopping. Simon dressed in tracksuit bottoms and vest, lay on his bed reading, another week before they all went back to college, he thought to himself. The proposal that Gina had ventured was starting to become more appealing as he gave it greater thought. What he needed to do was to work out how he was going to manage to get his sister into bed regularly. His mother knew that he and Gina were having sex, Simon appreciating that for her age, his mother had quite a progressive outlook and allowed him to use his bedroom when he needed.

'You are going to do it whatever I say, so it's better that you do it here, where you are safe rather than down some back alley,' she had told him early on, his thoughts suddenly interrupted as the two girls returned, and he heard them noisily ascending the stairs.

Gina stuck her head around the door and gave him a mischievous smile, 'Fancy a fashion show?' she asked, he laughed and nodded to her.

One after another the girls came into his room, modelling the tops and skirts, dresses and pants they had bought, Simon having to admit that they both looked gorgeous in their new outfits. Gina's head reappeared, 'One last surprise, but the best one.'

The door opened fully, and Samantha walked into his room, Simons jaw dropping open as he saw how she was dressed. Her lingerie was black and red, the bra cut to expose as much of her breasts as possible and the panties so small that they barely covered her mound. He could feel his cock react to the vision in front of him, his tracksuit bottoms immediately displaying the hump his cock created. Sam moved slightly to one side and spread her legs, standing with hands-on-hips. And then there was two of them as Gina entered and stood next to his sister. Her lingerie was the same, only it was black and lime he noticed as she struck the same pose.

The two girls turned slowly, showing off their beautiful bodies before finally facing each other and moving closer together. Eventually, their lips met, the kiss sensual as their mouths moved against each other. When they did part, Simon could see their tongues intertwined. Gina kissed Sam's neck, working her way around until she stood behind her, Sam's head tilting to one side as Gina continued. Simon sat fascinated as his girlfriend's hands came around his sister's waist and then slowly moved upwards until they cupped Sam's breasts. She squeezed them firmly as Sam moaned with pleasure, Gina's hand disappearing for a second before his sister's bra fell to the floor. With his sister now topless Gina returned to fondling Sam's tits and then she took both of her nipples between her fingers and thumbs and twisted them. Samantha groaned loudly, her chest heaving as her breathing rapidly increased, her buttocks pushing at her friend behind her. She was hot, and she was wet, and she wanted sex desperately.

With one hand still caressing her left breast, Gina ran her other hand over Sam's tummy until she encountered the top of the tiny panties, it hovered there for a second, and as Simon watched, it slid beneath the material and then curved between his sister's legs, Sam crying out pleasurably as Gina's fingers finally reached her fanny. His cock was throbbing with anticipation as surreptitiously he rubbed at it, watching Gina's hand beneath the thin material as she inserted a finger into his sisters' cunt and fingered her slowly. Sam pushed the panties down from her hips, jiggling her legs so that they fell to the floor and stepped out of them, she opened her legs wider so that Gina could get more fingers inside her wet passage before reaching behind her and putting her hand inside Gina's panties, eager to touch her friend's fanny.

Sam's legs were turning to jelly as Gina's fingers were rammed up her cunt and she played with her own tits, squeezing and kneading her flesh while her arousal escalated until finally, she exploded with a scream as she began to climax.

'Simon, ditch the clothes,' Gina instructed him, her hand going around Sam's throat as she was forced to watch him undress.

He stretched out on his bed as he watched his sister, still shaking from her orgasm, Gina's fingers still stuffed inside her twat.

'Look at that cock Sam, would you like your brother to fuck you?' Sam nodded, 'I can't hear you, Sam, you need to speak louder'.

Samantha raised her voice, 'Please, I want my brother to fuck my cunt.'

Gina pushed her across to the bed, before making her mount Simon's shaft, his sister crying out as she sank onto his large throbbing manhood. He fucked her fast and hard whilst Gina removed her bra and dangled her tits over his face. Sam was already too far gone, and within minutes of his cock filling her cunt, she was climaxing again, her juices running down his penis and over his balls as she shook and screamed with delight, her cries intensified as he reached his orgasm and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into her fanny.



Samantha was never one to be outdone. As soon her legs had recovered enough to support her, she climbed off her brother's shaft. Even though he had just fucked her, his penis was still erect with excitement as Sam grabbed Gina, pulling her onto the bed.

'Hold her down', she told him as she pulled off Gina's panties and forced her legs open wide, before dipping her head between them. His girlfriend swore loudly as his sister's tongue pierced her fanny, lapping away at her moist passage before sucking on the clit she had exposed. Gina tried to squirm but was held tightly by both of them, Simons cock dangling over her face as she eagerly opened her mouth and closed it over the head of his swollen gland.

Sam jammed her fingers up Gina's fanny, working them around until eventually the young woman could hold out no longer and with a wail, sprayed her juice all over Sam's face.

'Simon, lay down,' his sister ordered him. Once in position, she forced Gina to sit astride his cock with her back to him, 'Go on Simon, make her titties ache.' Whilst he dutifully squeezed Gina's breasts, Sam positioned his cock, 'Sit on its Gina' she commanded, watching as her friend impaled her anus on her brother's shaft.

Sam jammed her fingers once more into Gina's cunt, forcing it to open until she could fit her hand inside and then proceeded to fist her friend whilst her brother fucked her arse. Gina was screaming, not in pain, but with sheer pleasure, her body convulsing with multiple orgasms. Simon took Gina's weight, her arms and legs incapable of supporting her anymore. As he lowered his hips for one final stroke, Sam's hand whipped his cock out of Gina's arse. Gripping him firmly, she tossed him off until with a loud groan, he emptied his sack a second time, his spunk splashing his sister and girlfriend.

The bed looked like a war zone, three naked entwined bodies lay amongst the debris of quilt and sheets. They were all exhausted, their desires gratified, Sam rested her head on her brothers' shoulder, her hand stroking Gina's hair. Tears pricked Gina's eyes; at that moment she was as happy as she had ever been. Simon was fucked, but the prospect of repeating this with two beautiful girls in the future excited him.



Chapter Two



Simon had never really spent a great deal of time at Gina's home. He got on well enough with her parents who thought of him as a well-mannered young man, but in the time he and Gina had been together, he had only seen her bedroom on a couple of occasions. Unlike his mother, her parents were rather funny in that respect, and although they realised that he and their daughter were probably sleeping together, it was not something they condoned in their own home. Gina's father worked in haulage spending two weeks out on the road and then one week back at home. As they became accustomed to a new year, everyone was back at work and college. It was a Friday night and Simon had gone around to pick Gina up, only to find that she was still in town finishing up some shopping. Her mother Heather had opened the door to him, wine glass in hand. Gina had once told him in confidence that she suspected her father had another woman when he was away, and because her mother was alone so much, she tended to have a glass of wine too many each night.

Heather invited him indoors, the wine sloshing in the glass as she steadied herself. Simon could see where Gina got her looks from, unfortunately, her mother whilst still attractive had put more than a little bit of weight on over the years. If she had dressed appropriately, she could have disguised the fact, but she insisted on dressing as though she was still in her twenties. The sweater she wore was far too tight for her, making her already large breasts look even bigger and drawing attention to her large round spreading belly. The 'V' neck of the sweater barely contained her tits, displaying more flesh than it covered. As she plonked herself back down on the couch, her skirt which was again, far too short, displayed her ample thighs and a view of her panties. She patted the cushion next to her, indicating where Simon should sit. Throughout their conversation she would find any excuse to touch his arm or leg, constantly pushing her breasts in his direction and moving and opening her legs, giving him a better view beneath her skirt.

As they both heard the key in the front door, she quickly leaned towards him and drunkenly whispered in his ear. 'If there is anything, I can do to you, just let me know,' she said, sitting back as Gina entered the room.

They were walking towards his home when Simon blurted it out. 'Do you realise that your mum has just made a pass at me, well, more of a proposition?'

He was stunned when Gina gripped his arm tighter and began laughing. 'Would you?' She asked him. 'Would I what?' he retorted. 'Would you fuck her?' Gina asked.

He couldn't believe what she was asking. It was something he had never considered, not even crossing his mind. Whilst Simon had long ago realised that Gina viewed sex no differently than sleeping or eating or even breathing, the subject of her mother had never come up. Sex for Gina was wholly natural, the more exciting it was, the better she liked it, in her world, nothing was out of bounds where sex was concerned. As they continued to walk, Simon mulled over her enquiry. It made him feel nervous, he and Gina had discovered sex together, learning with each encounter. Sex with his sister had been easy, he had known her all his life. But sex with Gina's mum was a different proposition, she was mature and had probably had more sex than he'd had hot dinners, what would he do if he could not satisfy her. There was no pressure from his girlfriend, it was just her comment as they neared his home.

'You know it would be so exciting to think of you fucking my mother.'

He voiced his concerns to her as she stopped and spun him to face her. 'Listen, Simon, if you just fucked her the same as you fuck me, I guarantee that she would adore you.'

This was one of Simons failings Gina realised, he did not realise how good he was, not just in bed, but at everything that he attempted. Unfortunately, he often worried that he may let people down or that perhaps he was not good enough. When they arrived at his house, Gina immediately took Samantha to one side and Simon watched as they darted up the stairs. He still felt troubled with Gina's attitude and presently just wanted to be alone.

'Just tell Gina I'm nipping out,' he said to his mother as he closed the front door behind him. He spent the next hour walking around the village, but no matter how he tried, his mind would not make sense of his quandary. 'Bloody hell,' he thought to himself, 'Life had been so much simpler when it had just been, he and Gina!'

Simon returned home and joined the two girls. Much to his relief Gina made no mention of what they had discussed earlier, the three of them spending the rest of the evening as they normally did with his mother downstairs. Even when he walked her home, she did not raise the subject again, she was back to being, his normal Gina, kissing and teasing him at the end of the evening, knowing full well that he would retrace his steps with a bulge in the front of his pants. When he got back and went to his room, Samantha was waiting for him.

'Gina told me about her mother and how she propositioned you,' she said with a grin. 'Do you think you might?' He repeated to her what he had told his girlfriend. 'Listen, Simon, if you do and it doesn't work out, what have you lost. Nothing! You never know, it might be fun.'

The months had passed, and the twins had had their birthday, Gina had already had hers and as the days grew longer and warmer, they all began looking forward to the summer. With their summer break approaching, the weather perked up and several weeks of sunshine were predicted. The first week of the break had been hot with both girls taking the opportunity to lay out in the garden, tanning themselves. Samantha's mother was due a couple of days off and joined the girls on the sun loungers, sporting a very fetching bikini which immediately gained Gina's attention. This summer would be the last one before they all started to go their separate ways, Gina had been accepted at teacher training college in September, and the next time they would see her would be during the Christmas break, though she did promise to try and get back for some of the weekends.

Simon's mother was a hairdresser and had a salon in the nearby town, Sam was not really academically inclined and had decided that she would like to join her mother in the business, and so it was decided that she would do several days in college and then training days in the salon. Simon would still carry on at college dependant on his grades that summer, he was fairly confident he had done well and had already been offered a job in a large engineering works on the other side of the town. Hopefully, he would gain his qualifications over time whilst also receiving hands-on training on the shop floor.

That evening Gina took Simon to one side, 'I think tomorrow would be perfect, dad's away at the moment and if the weather is the same as today, then mum will be out in the garden sunning herself. I have told her that I am sleeping over here tomorrow night and that you will pick my bag up for me when you are passing. It will give you the perfect opportunity to fuck her.' Simon felt nervous all over again, but Gina reassured him that he would be fine, 'Leave it until mid-afternoon, she will have had several glasses of wine by then,' she told him excitedly.

Gina arrived promptly at ten the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky and the temperature outside was rising steadily. The two girls retired to the garden in their bikini's joined shortly afterwards by his mother. Simon joined them for a while but soon got bored of just lying in the sun, even if he was surrounded by three beautiful women. Going back indoors, he grabbed himself a cool beer and headed up to his room, his nervousness put him on edge, and he suddenly realised the bottle was empty. He was about to go and get a second when his door opened, and Sam appeared carrying another bottle for him. Sitting next to him on his bed, she knew what Gina wanted him to do and could sense his nervousness, realising that she needed to distract him.

He was about to take the bottle from her when she pulled it back before sliding further onto his bed. Grabbing a pillow and placing it behind her head, she held the bottle out to him. 'Drink it,' she instructed, 'all of it.' He tilted his head back, gulping slowly as he emptied its contents. As soon as he had finished, Sam snatched the bottle from his hand, it was still icy cold, condensation covering the glass. As he watched, Sam lay back and pushed her bikini bottoms to one side, exposing her fanny. She ran the neck of the bottle against the lips of her vagina, shivering and whimpering as her labia opened. Grasping the bottom of the bottle firmly, she gently pushed the top against her open fanny, the wetness of the bottle and her rapidly flowing juices helping it slide inside her cunt. She motioned to him to come nearer and as he did, she tugged down the front of his shorts, grasping his growing cock. Her hand moved rapidly up and down its length as she fucked herself with the bottle. She was not aiming for an intense session, just a fast and furious climax. It took her only minutes before she felt her orgasm start, and within seconds, Simon's cock unloaded his cream all over her hand and his belly. Sam was breathing heavily as she released him and grabbed some tissues from his bedside table, wiping first her fanny and then her hand.

'Feel better now? Get cleaned up, and then for god's sake, go and fuck Gina's mum.' She got up and disappeared from his room leaving him with semen spread across his stomach and shorts.

He went and showered before dressing in clean shorts and a t-shirt deciding that he did not need socks or underwear. The two beers and Sam's assistance had relaxed him and given him the courage he needed, once downstairs, he grabbed his phone and keys before shouting his farewells as he left the house.

Simon walked down towards Gina's home, but at the last moment detoured so that he approached her house from the rear. He had been in the summerhouse many times and knew that he could get into the garden from the back. Stood in the shadows by the building he was able to see the expansive garden. A large picnic blanket was spread out on the lawn and lying in the middle of it was Gina's mother, wearing a dark bikini. From a distance, she looked a little bit like a beached whale and every few minutes she would sit up and take a drink from her large wine glass. In the fifteen minutes he watched her, she finished one glass and started a second.

Simon disappeared from the back of the summerhouse, making his way to the front door. He rang the doorbell knowing full well that he would not be heard, before using the side-gate and going around the house into the garden.

'Hello, Mrs Duncan,' he called as he headed for the lawn. Heather sat up startled and spun around but then smiled as she recognised Simon.

'Come in darling, come and join me. Would you like a glass of wine or there are some beers in the fridge?'

Simon went into the kitchen and returned with a beer before standing by the blanket and putting the ice-cold bottle to his forehead.

'Take your top off if your hot,' Heather said, ecstatic as she watched him pull the t-shirt over his head, displaying his young muscular body, before patting the blanket next to her. Simon sat down and grabbed the bottle of lotion, applying some to his shoulders and arms. Heather had turned onto her front, all the better to watch him as he lay next to her and especially the bulge she could see in his shorts.

He proffered the bottle to her as she glanced up at him. 'Could you do it for me?' she asked, 'I can feel my back beginning to burn'. Simon had noticed that up close, Heather was not as large as he imagined, yes, she was plump, but everything was in proportion despite there being slightly more of it. He straddled her legs, pushing his slowly expanding cock against the cheeks of her arse as he put the lotion on his hands and started to massage it into her skin.

With each upward stroke, he intentionally caught the back of her bikini top. 'Do you mind if I unfasten it?' He asked.

Heather's quick answer told him that she was eager for him to continue. He oiled her back and shoulders before slipping his hands along her side. As he reached her armpits, his fingers lingered on the swell of her breasts, gently rubbing the lotion in as Heather squirmed beneath him.

Finally finished, he gave her a moment before saying, 'I can do your front as well if you would like that?' Heather needed no second bidding and nearly flattened Simon in her haste to turn over. Her tits were large, and Simon found his eyes glued to them as they bounced and separated when she moved. Heather's gaze was riveted to his groin, propping herself up and refusing to move her eyes from his rapidly throbbing member as Simon spread her legs slightly.

Kneeling between them, he applied the lotion to his hands and starting with her feet, very slowly working his way over her ankles and up her shins and the sides of her lower legs. By the time he reached her knee's, he could feel Heather trembling beneath his hands while her eyes, still glued to his groin, fluttered constantly.

Simon opened her legs wider so that he could reach further and added more lotion to his hands as he began working his way up her thighs. Spending several minutes massaging the oil into her skin, he finally reached the top of her legs. The trembling had stopped, having been replaced with a visible shaking which caused her tits and belly to wobble, Heather was panting, the anticipation of his hands moving the next couple of inches overwhelming her. With his fingers splayed, his thumbs finally sank into the crease of her groin as he ran them up and down, inches from her fanny. Hooking one thumb beneath the gusset of her bikini bottoms, he removed his other hand and knelt upright. Heather watched entranced as slowly he undid the button on his shorts and lazily slid his zip down. Shaking his hips, his shorts fell away exposing his throbbing cock, just as he rammed his thumb into her cunt.

Surely the scream and cry that escaped her mouth must have been heard on the road at the front of the house. Beneath his hands, Heather shook, wobbled and blasphemed, losing all her self- control as she climaxed, her juices leaving her bikini bottoms sodden.

Simon pulled her briefs from her and threw the wet material to one side before rolling back and removing his shorts. Pushing Heather's legs up and out, he positioned himself between her thighs, before gripping his cock and rubbing it up and down her labia. Her fanny was slick with her juices and it took no effort at all to slide his prick deep into her orifice. With each insertion she grunted, urging him on as he pounded her perfectly shaven pussy. Kneeling upright he watched as her tits and belly wobbled with each thrust of his hips, his hands going to those beautiful mammaries and crushing them in his hands. His cock throbbed inside her, but he would stop for a moment, allowing the intense pleasure to subside, before once more fucking her.

He guessed that she had not been getting any lately because it took him less than ten minutes before she was once more shrieking and shuddering beneath him. Simon withdrew his cock giving Heather time to recover and allowing himself a chance to prolong the eruption that was drawing ever closer. As her heavy breathing diminished, he told her to roll on her side before lying behind her as she raised one leg, bending it at the knee. Heather was expecting his cock to return to her fanny, but instead, he opened the cheeks of her arse until he could see her puckered anus.

The cleft of her arse was wet with her juices, as was his prick as he pushed it against that small entrance and was rewarded as the first couple of inches slid into her. It only took a few strokes before his cock easily slid in and out and he proceeded to fuck her anally, his hand reaching over her hip and finding her cunt. With each thrust she screamed, followed by a deep groan as he pushed two fingers into her fanny. It was a good job Heather was swiftly approaching another climax as Simon could not hold out much longer, he was relieved as she cried out again and shuddered, releasing his hot cum into her arse, filling her anus with his sperm.

Simon stayed over that night, waking Heather frequently until he had filled every one of her orifices at least once if not twice.

The last month for Simon had been rosy, Gina was always there to fuck whenever he desired, and his mother normally went out with her friends on a Wednesday and Saturday thus giving him time to spend fucking Sam or even both of the young girls. Add to that his occasional liaison with Gina's mother, life at the moment was beyond what he could ever expect.

He was in the village pub one evening with a few mates when he noticed Caroline, his mother's friend, enter with a group of other women. Normally he might receive a nod or a mouthed 'hello,' in recognition, but that evening was different as she openly smiled and waved in his direction. For the rest of the night, he continually noticed her eyes watching him. It was, as he was leaving, that she grabbed his arm, pulling him to one side.

'Simon, I hope you don't mind, I have some heavy items at home that need moving, would you be a darling and pop round one afternoon and give me a hand?' Simon said that he would find the time as he followed his mates through the door, outside they all slapped his back and congratulated him.



'Looks like you have pulled mate,' was amongst many of the comments he received. He thought nothing of it as he returned home that evening, Sam was already in bed when he got in and his mother was in her dressing gown, sat watching the television. Sitting next to her on the couch, he spoke of Caroline's request, his mother raised her eyebrows, but all she would say, was that he needed to be careful with the woman, she was a very nice person, but there was something different about her.

It was Friday evening and Simon had telephoned Caroline to tell her he would pop around the following afternoon. He would walk over to her house the next day, knowing it was situated at the other end of the village. He still referred to it as the village, and in his mind, it was, in reality, it was only a quarter of a mile walk between the village and the ever-expanding town where his mother had her salon.

The village was comprised of a pub, several shops and around eighty houses which were spread amongst the fields and lanes, but the town had grown over the years and with the constant building, it was only time before the village became a suburb of it. Simon set off just after lunch, the walk only taking him around fifteen minutes. Caroline's house was large, having at one time, belonged to the squire of the village. It stood alone on the outskirts, set in its own manicured gardens. Walking up the driveway, Simon approached the imposing front door and pulled the large handle that operated the doorbell, hearing a jangle come from somewhere within.

The door was opened by Caroline dressed in a multicoloured leotard, she was covered in perspiration and a towel hung around her neck.

'Come in Simon, do you mind waiting? I'm just finishing off.'

He followed her through the house, the hallway alone, was as large as the lounge at home and to either side, he could see two large drawing rooms followed by an equally large dining room. A long winding staircase led up to the first floor and at the end of a corridor was a large expansive kitchen. Although the outside of the house was old, the inside had been thoroughly modernised. From the kitchen, Caroline led him down another passageway and through the door at the end, He found himself in another smaller lounge with another dining room and kitchen attached.

'I live in this back part of the house,' she told him, 'The front part is only really used when I have parties and entertain.'

Simon did not know what Caroline did for a living but presumed that it must pay very well to be able to afford a house like this. As they reached the back of the property, she led him down another passage with several doors leading off it, opening the first door that she came to. Inside the room was big, one wall was taken up with bi-fold doors which opened onto the rear lawns and gardens. Several exercise machines and a weights area were situated around its walls and the end wall was completely mirrored.

'Would you mind waiting while I finish up? I've nearly done.' Simon told her to go ahead, sitting on one of the machines at the end of the room.

She stood in front of the mirrored wall, lifting small weights and flexing her arms, the leotard looked like it had been sprayed onto her, so tight was the fit. From his vantage point he could see her back and the reflection of her front in the mirror, it was obvious from the two large protrusions caused by her nipples, that she was naked beneath the ultra-thin material.

Caroline was strikingly attractive, her tanned skin, even covered in perspiration and without makeup, looked flawless, her legs were long and perfectly shaped while her bottom was nicely rounded. She had slim hips and a small waist while her breast seemed to be just the right size, not too big or too small. They did not sag, but gently jiggled and bounced as she twisted, turned and bent, Simon suddenly realised what it was that he found strange, it was as though she had been put together by someone who had an eye for perfection. As he watched her finish off, he admitted to himself that he liked what he saw and his loins readily agreed, he was only too aware of the bulge developing in the front of his jeans. As he rose from his seat, Caroline, who was now towelling off also noticed his swelling, giving him a coy look. 'I've some new equipment to come in here,' she explained to him, 'It's in large crates just around the corner, but is too heavy to move on my own.'

She led him out into the garden and around the corner where several large crates sat atop each other. Caroline produced a hammer and several crowbars and over the next couple of hours, they dismantled the crates and bit by bit started to bring the equipment indoors.



Chapter Three



Simon was impressed with her strength, her body was well-toned without any bulging muscles, but she seemed capable of matching him for the amount of weight she could move. By the time they had moved all the bits inside, the day had turned warm, and he could feel the sweat running down his back. Pulling his t-shirt over his head, he noticed her watching him as he stood there bare-chested. Slowly they assembled the machines before inching them into position, at times their bodies rubbing together as they worked. As much as he tried to suppress his desires, he found himself desperately wanting to fuck her. Finally finished, they stood, their bodies inches apart, he was breathing heavily as he stared into her eyes, their mouths moving closer together until at the last second their lips met.

Simon kissed her excitedly, his hands moving from her waist, up and down her sides before squeezing the cheeks of her arse as he pulled her tight against his aching cock. Caroline pulled away breathlessly, she looked flushed and a little embarrassed by what had just taken place and he suddenly wondered if he had been impetuous. She was older than him, he guessed in her mid to late thirties and became friendly with his mum when she began having her hair done regularly at his mother's salon.

'Hmm, Heather was right, there is something about you that rather excites a woman,' she muttered, more to herself than to him.

Simon stood shocked, Heather had told other people what he had been doing with her, 'Shit!' If her husband found out, he was going to be in so much trouble. He watched Caroline's breasts rise and fall with each breath that she took, wanting to remove her leotard and throw her to the ground before ramming his cock into her, but she took a couple of steps backwards, realising what was going through his mind.

'No! She said, 'You do not know me. You don't know anything about me. Slow down and we may see what happens in the future. If you want to, why not visit again, bring your sister or your girlfriend, you can both use the gym, and we can get to know each other better.'

She went and got them some drinks and they sat for a while chatting before he eventually decided that he had better leave her to get on with her day. She kissed him on the cheek as she showed him out and he felt her tremble as she moved close to him. Walking back home he fantasised about the things he would like to do to her, from what she had said, she was definitely up for it at some point. He also made a mental note to speak to Gina about her mother, if she were going to blab about their liaisons to all and sundry then he would be giving her a miss in future, the last thing he needed was some irate husband deciding to punch his lights out.

His mother, sister and girlfriend were there by the time he returned home and once indoors, he took Gina to one side and told her what he had found out. She was going home that evening and promised to speak to her mother, telling him not to worry, as she would sort it. They all had tea together, and then Simon walked Gina home, and as usual, she left him with a large bulge in his pants for his return trip. His mother was just leaving to meet up with her friends as he got back, giving him and Sam the evening alone. Curled up together on the couch, Simon told Sam of his encounter that afternoon with Caroline.

'She was positively interested' he said to Sam 'but something seemed to be holding her back.'

'Oh, and by the way, she has invited us both to go and use her gym whenever we want,' Simon concluded.

Sam was excited by the prospect, she had desperately wanted to join a club to keep fit, it was just that the fees were presently more than she could afford.

'Look .... Gina leaves next weekend for the teacher training college. She says her father is driving her there on Saturday morning. Why don't you give Caroline a call and see if we can go over on Saturday afternoon, that way you can spend the morning with Gina before she leaves.' Sam suggested.

Simon promised he would, as he eased his hand beneath Sam's t-shirt, happy to find that her breasts were untethered and that by the way her nipples were already two small hard buds, she was expecting him. Slowly they undressed, their hands exploring and exciting each other's body. As Sam's breathing became faster and heavier, Simon picked her up and leaned her against the wall, his hands gripping her buttocks as he took her weight.

Samantha's hand went between her legs, fumbling for the tip of his erect cock as she positioned it against the wet lips of her cunt, and then groaned loudly as Simon lowered her onto it, and she felt his shaft fill her fanny. With her legs wrapped around his waist, her back slid against the wall with each thrust of his hips. It took no time at all, both of them simply satisfying their basic animalistic needs. As they both climaxed his legs gave out and they collapsed in a heap on the floor, suddenly bursting into fits of laughter as they realised how comical they must have looked.

When Gina arrived home, she was seething, how dare her mother do something that could potentially fuck everything up. She was relieved to find her father out when she entered and immediately cornered her mum.

'Who the fuck have you been talking to?' She demanded; her mother taken aback, not understanding what had suddenly got into her daughter. 'Who have you told that Simon is fucking you?' Heather went as white as a sheet, how the hell did Gina know that she and Simon had been having sex regularly.

'Who told you?' Heather stuttered.

Gina stood in front of her, legs spread and hands-on-hips, Heather could tell her daughter was mad, her face screwed up with anger.

'Nobody told me! I arranged it, you bloody idiot. Did you think Simon suddenly just popped in and wanted to bed you?' By now Heather was in tears, shocked that her daughter had set her up with her boyfriend.

'Look at yourself,' Gina cried, 'Since he's been fucking you, you've stopped drinking and have lost some weight.

'Do you want to lose all that you have because you can't keep your mouth shut?

'What happens when dad finds out, I lose a boyfriend and you lose a husband'. 'Now who else have you told?'

Between sobs, Heather told her that she had been talking to Caroline one day, she'd had a bit too much to drink and bragged to the younger woman how she had got herself a toy boy. She thought Caroline always looked down her nose at her and so wanted to put one over on the other woman. Heather swore that was the only person she had told as Gina slowly calmed down, she did not like seeing her mother cry, but she had to impress on her the seriousness of the situation.

'In future, say nothing to no one, and look on the bright side, while I am away, who's Simon going to fuck?' She cuddled her mother until the tears stopped and then got her a tissue to dry her eyes, part of her had been angry because she suddenly realised that for the next couple of months, she was going to miss the twins desperately.

On Saturday morning both Simon and Sam made their way to Gina's house, for many years it had been the three of them, and it now felt strange and sad that their friendship was being broken, even if it was only for a few months. Finally, it came time for her to leave and all three hugged each other while their eyes moistened. The twins stood together and waved as Gina and her father drove into the distance and then arm in arm they set off towards Caroline's home. Simon carried a shoulder bag containing their sports clothes and they chatted about Gina, he felt sorry for Sam, at least he had Gina's mother that he could go to as well as his sister, whereas Sam had now lost her friend and lover.

Arriving at the big house, they were met at the door by Caroline, this time dressed in a two-piece outfit, the lycra pants again looked like they had been sprayed on and Simon was convinced she was knicker-less, as he could not discern any visible panty line. The top was a lycra sports bra and again it was easy to see the impressions her nipples made in the flimsy material.

Caroline took them through to the gym and pointed to a door where they could go and change into their shorts and tops. Both of them dispensed with underwear, following Caroline's example. Simon had used those types of machines before and soon had a couple of them set up for himself while Caroline took Sam to one side, and over the next hour showed her how to use the equipment and how to properly exercise her muscles. From his vantage point, it looked like Caroline was maybe smitten with Sam and the younger girl responded to the attention. Finally, Sam was exhausted, covered in sweat, she had pushed her body as far as it would go today.

Caroline opened a cupboard and got a towel out, 'If you go through the door at the other side of the changing room, you will find a sauna and hot tub, go and relax for twenty minutes and you will find your muscles will feel a lot better.'

Caroline came and sat on the machine next to Simon, watching him closely as he finished his final lot of repetitions. She waited patiently until Sam had disappeared and then suddenly knelt in front of him, pushing his legs open and gripping the top of his shorts as she tugged them down to his ankles, exposing his cock which immediately began to stiffen as she wrapped her hand around it. Sliding his foreskin back, she brought him to full erection, her eyes sparkling as he continued to grow. Glancing up at him, she dipped her head, and Simon gasped as her lips slid over his bulbous head and he felt the warmth of her mouth envelope him.

Her tongue ran up and down his length and then her head went down again as this time she took his complete length down her throat. Caroline knelt back and released him for a second as she took hold of her top and raised it to expose two perfectly rounded orbs with large areole and even larger nipples. Simon could not keep his hands off them, fondling and squeezing her breasts as she wanked his penis, his stomach muscles fluttering as she expertly brought him to the brink. With perfect timing, she took him back into her mouth, and as her hand flew up and down his cock, he watched her cheeks suddenly puff outwards as he shot his spunk into her. She continued to suck and toss him off until she had completely drained him, and then released her grip, running her tongue over her lips as she swallowed every speck of his cum.

'I think you had better go and join your sister' she said, 'It looks like you could do with a muscle reviving.' She laughed as she went and got him a towel as well.

Sam watched him enter and strip off, noting that his penis still looked partially swollen. 'Is there something you would like to tell me,' she asked with a smirk. He spoke quietly about what had just taken place, watching Sam get excited as he graphically painted a picture for her.

Through her spy hole, Caroline watched as Simon joined his Sister in the hot tub, both of them seemingly at ease with each other's nakedness. She could not hear what Simon was saying, but she got the impression that whatever it was seemed to be turning Sam on. Caroline admired the young girl's body, she had managed to touch it many times that afternoon, and thoughts of what she would like to do to it swam around inside her brain, causing a longing between her legs.

But her main focus of interest was Simon, she pictured his cock as she had pulled his shorts down, so hard and big, and when he filled her mouth, she had been ecstatic. As she watched, she saw him move nearer to his sister and then his hand dipped below the water and Sam threw her head back. She could see his arm moving backwards and forwards while Sam had her eyes shut and was playing with her breasts.

Caroline was astonished, Simon was fingering his sister and Sam was loving every second of the attention he was giving her. Caroline desperately wanted both of them, they were perfect for what she needed, but the time was not yet right, and she had to be content with bringing herself to a shuddering climax at the same time that Sam began to shudder and orgasm beneath her brother's fingers.

On Monday evening their mother informed them that she would be away for a couple of days as she was attending a hairdressing conference. It was still a week before Simon returned to college and before Sam was due to start as a trainee. They could both look after themselves and their mother had no qualms about spending a couple of days away. The next morning, their mother Alison had left early, and Simon had gone into the village to meet up with a few of his friends, Sam mooched around the house bored.

She went from room to room looking for something to do but eventually returned to the lounge, still bored, suddenly realising that she was missing Gina already. The idea popped into her head, Caroline had said to visit whenever they felt like, and so Sam pushed her top and shorts into a bag and set off for the big house. The weather was still warmish, and she had developed a sweat by the time she reached her destination, suddenly feeling nervous and wondering if she should have phoned before just appearing. She was in two minds and very nearly turned around to go back home but told herself off for being foolish as she decided that she would go around the rear and see if Caroline was already in the gym.

Walking down the side of the house, she realised how large it was, she turned a corner and the bright blue light coming through the blinds at one of the windows attracted her attention. Cautiously she approached, peering through a slight gap between the blinds and noting that the light was coming from an enormous sunbed and lying there totally naked in its centre, was Caroline. Sam's eyes admired her large breasts and flat stomach and then as her view reached her groin she was overcome by the tingling sensation between her legs.

Sam went back down the side of the house, now unsure as to what to do, she stood, her back against the wall as she got her breath back.

'What did she do now? What would Gina do?' She asked herself, unsure of the sudden attraction she had just experienced with this woman she knew little about.

'Yes, she was one of her mother's friends,' she thought, but other than that Caroline was a stranger. In that instant she knew exactly what Gina would do, she would not have hesitated, she would have been pounding on the window by now and looking for any excuse to get inside and sample Caroline's delights. She took a deep breath and went back around to the front door, pulling on the large doorbell handle. It took a few moments for the door to be opened, Caroline standing there in a satin robe.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you,' Sam said but was quickly ushered in by the older woman.

'Come through,' Caroline said, leading the way. 'I've just finished on my sunbed, would you like a drink before you get started?'

Sam accepted as she was led into the rear of the house, Caroline went to a large upright fridge in the kitchen and produced a bottle of champagne.



'I do think it's so much nicer to drink than wine,' she said as she popped the cork. Sam had never before tried champagne, the bubbles immediately going up her nose and causing her to hic-cup. Caroline laughed, 'You'll soon get used to it.' It did not take Sam long to empty the glass and Caroline refilled it for her, by the time she had finished the second glass she could feel her head spinning slightly.

'Wow! That is sure powerful, I'm feeling tipsy already.' Caroline decided that it was better if Sam did not use the gym at the moment and promptly poured her another glass of champagne.

'Why don't we take these and go and sit in the hot tub,' she suggested, picking up the glasses and the bottle as Sam followed her. By now her head was swimming and without a care, she gleefully stripped naked and climbed into the tub. Caroline dropped her robe; she too was naked except for a tiny pair of tight briefs and climbed in beside Sam.

'Are you not taking them off?' Sam asked, alluding to the tiny black panties.

'Maybe later' Caroline replied, handing Sam her glass. By the time she had finished her third glass, Sam was pissed, and her inhibitions had gone out the window as she inched closer and closer to Caroline until their bodies touched. Turning sideways, she rested her hand on the other woman's thigh and as she started to move it towards the older woman's inner thigh, Caroline stopped her.

'Do you think that wise,' she started to say before Sam cut her off as she planted her lips on Caroline's, her hand coming swiftly upwards and cupping the woman's breast as she squeezed the firm flesh, her fingers enticing the nipple to harden and grow. Sam could sense the growl in Caroline's throat as she fondled both breasts and nipples, awaiting her opportunity to delve lower.

Caroline had slid further down in the tub, her head back and resting on the rim as Sam took her nipples in her mouth, her tongue continuing to keep them erect and stimulated. Caroline's defences were down, and she was too late as Sam's hand shot down and cupped her vagina, the hand refusing to move as Sam gently rubbed at the lips she could feel beneath the flimsy material. Wriggling her hand down the front of them, Caroline ceased her struggle and now surrendered to the intense pleasure as Sam slowly inserted a finger and started to pleasure her.

'Take them off,' Sam whispered in her ear, Caroline pushing the panties from her hips and down her legs, flicking them away with her foot. Sam, still fingering her, slid more fingers inside Caroline's cunt.

The champagne, coupled with the attention her vagina was currently receiving, soon had Caroline squirming as Sam made her climax, water from the hot tub spilling over the sides as the older woman writhed beneath the surface. When she had reciprocated in kind, they eventually climbed out, both their legs shaky from the brief encounter.

Once dry and dressed in robes, Caroline led Sam back through to the lounge and made them a coffee. Seated together on the expansive couch, Caroline asked why Sam had made a pass at her, she presumed that after having seen her and Simon together on their last visit, that she was straight but did not say so directly. Sam explained that she liked both sexes, asking why Caroline would think differently, the older woman blushed as she admitted that she had watched Sam and her brother in the hot tub the last time they were there.

'Ah, I take it you are also interested in my brother as well then?'

Caroline nodded, 'Can you keep a secret? Let me show you something,' she said, rising from the couch. 'It may just give you some ideas of how I earn my living.'

Caroline led her back towards the gym, only this time they passed the door into the gymnasium, carrying on to the door at the end of the passage. Caroline took a key from her robe and unlocked it, inside, it was totally black, only the light through the doorway illuminating the room. They both stepped inside, and Caroline felt along the wall and located the bank of switches, one at a time she clicked them on.

Each switch brought on an overhead spotlight that illuminated the apparatus beneath it. Sam stared around her in amazement, there were stock's and posts, chairs and benches, all had straps and restraints attached, and as for some of the machines, Sam could only guess.

'Welcome to my special room,' said Caroline, 'I'm an actress and this is how I manage to afford such a beautiful house.' Sam was stunned but could not stop grinning, Caroline was a real live actress, she knew immediately what kind of films the woman made, no wonder she worked out every day and had such a stunning body. Back in the lounge, Samantha had a thousand questions, never before had she met a real live porn star.

'You and your brother would be ideal if you are interested. I'll be honest, young girls are easy to find, but young men of your brother's age are more difficult. There are certain types of films that he would be perfect for.



Chapter Four



Simon was already home when Sam returned, sitting at the dining table finishing his meal. 'I got some fish and chips on the way home, yours are in the oven.' Sam got a plate and put her food out before sitting opposite her brother.

'What have you been up to today?' He asked her as he sat back, his meal finished.

Sam told him how she had been to visit Caroline and that they had spent the afternoon drinking champagne naked in the hot tub. She now definitely had his attention, his eyes sparkled as he asked the inevitable question.

'Did you?' Sam said nothing, but the smirk on her face and the coy look told Simon that she had. He felt disappointed that he had missed out on watching Caroline and his sister perform, the thought of the two women pleasuring each other was causing movement in his pants. That was until Sam explained what Caroline did for a living, Simon sitting with his mouth open in disbelief.

'She wants to know if we would be interested in performing,' Sam said.

Simon, of course, was reticent, what he and his sister were doing could land them in hot water, the last thing they needed was someone filming them having sex.

'I don't get the impression that she wants us to perform with each other, although she does know about us. Apparently, there is a spy hole in the hot tub area, and she saw us. I think she wants us to perform individually.' Simon could see that Gina's attitude to sex was beginning to rub off on his sister. 'She has invited us around tomorrow to discuss it.'

He agreed to join her the next day, not entirely sure if he was enamoured by the proposal.

After pulling the doorbell and waiting, the door was opened slowly to reveal Caroline standing there, only this was not the woman they had met previously and had seen many times around the village. Her make-up made her look different; her cheekbones were highlighted, and her eyes darkened. It was plain to see that it had been professionally done. Her hair was piled high on her head in a bun, giving her quite a severe, authoritative look.

The shirt she wore was very tight and had the collar turned up at the back of her neck, several buttons were unfastened at the front, and her large breasts pushed the material tight across her chest. Simon could distinguish a bra beneath the semi-transparent material but noted that her nipples were still prominent. The skirt she wore was tight around her hips and legs and reached just below her knee's, as she turned when they entered, he could see that the back of the skirt was split nearly to her arse. With legs clad in black stockings and high-heel shoes, she stood a couple of inches taller than he was. Her hands were gloved and in the right one, she carried a riding crop which she gently tapped against her leg as she walked. His interest in her was immediately piqued, dressed as she was, she was probably every man's masturbatory fantasy.

Offering them both champagnes, she relaxed, her face breaking into a warm smile, 'This is one of the characters I play if either of you would be interested.'

She went on to explain her proposal. 'You Samantha, I would give a choice for your first time. Either you play a sister fucking her brother or perhaps you would prefer a lesbian mother.' Sam's eyes glowed with excitement at the idea, Simon as yet had to be convinced.

'You Simon, for your first time, I think I would keep you all to myself, I'm sure you would make a perfect son.'

Caroline scribbled on a piece of paper, 'This is how much I would pay you for your first films, each. Both of you will be finished within a day.'

Both of them starred in amazement, the amount she had written was what either of them would eventually earn in a week, and all for essentially half a day of having sex.

'We need to think about it,' Simon said, even though he could see that his sister was already eager to give it a go. 'I'll give you a call tomorrow once we have talked it over.' He excused himself, while he went to the loo, the champagne making his bladder complain. Caroline had a word with Sam while he was gone, telling her something that she hoped would make Simon more acceptable to the idea.

Back at home, Sam confronted her brother, 'If we do this, I will go first. Caroline has a room that she uses, and it has a two-way mirror. That way you can watch me and then afterwards, I can watch you. Caroline does the filming, so it will be just me, her and whoever I choose. I know you have the hots for her, so in a way, it's no different to me being in the room when you fuck Gina.'

Simon was still unsure but agreed to take part, mainly because he was lusting after Caroline. It was Sam that phoned her, making arrangements for three weeks and telling Caroline of the preference that she wished to try.

By the time the day arrived, Both Simon and Sam had started working, although not full time, it was still a shock to the system after having spent their lives so far at school and college. Together they walked over to Caroline's house, Simon feeling nervous. It was alright for Sam, all she had to do was lay back and enjoy it while he had to at least hopefully, get it up. That was mainly his problem he realised, having to perform when someone told him to, as opposed to the normal arousal that took place when he had sex. They were the only one's there when they arrived, Caroline explaining briefly what would take place. Whilst Sam seemed relaxed about it, the older woman could see that Simon was on edge, pouring each of them a glass of champagne.

Without even realising, Simon had polished off several glasses before he began to relax, feeling a little lightheaded. He heard the doorbell go and Caroline speaking to someone but never saw who it was. She returned several minutes later and collected Sam, asking Simon to stay where he was for the moment until she came to fetch him. It seemed to take forever as he waited until eventually, Caroline returned, leading him upstairs to a small room.

'Make yourself comfortable. We will be starting shortly.' It was very dim in the small enclosure, but he could see a fridge off to one side and glasses on top of it. Opening the door, he extracted a bottle of beer and took a mouthful before sitting and waiting as he looked through the two-way mirror.

Samantha entered the room, Simon instantly interested as she was dressed as a schoolgirl, but like Caroline previously, her makeup had been professionally done. She was followed by Caroline who had brought a reasonably large camera with her, leaving it on the floor for a moment. He couldn't hear properly what was going on, but Caroline hoisted the camera and moments later a male entered. Simon was surprised, he had imagined someone of his own age or perhaps an older woman. Seemingly, his sister had selected an older man, the chap looking to be the same age as Caroline and was perhaps supposed to be her father.

Sound's suddenly came from speakers as he heard his sister start to flirt with the man, calling him daddy repeatedly. Slowly, as they kissed and he began touching her, Simon went through jealousy to arousal. It was highly erotic as Sam was undressed, the man licking and jamming fingers up her cunt. As he undressed, Sam sank to her knee's, gripping his erection and taking it between her lips, sucking on his shaft as she tossed him off. Pulling her to her feet, he sat on the large couch as Sam straddled his groin, facing outwards so that the camera could capture what was taking place. His cock looked big as he placed it against his sister's fanny and she lowered herself, the cock filling her cunt.

The throbbing of Simon's shaft was intense as he watched his sister getting fucked. Doggy fashion, side-on, Sam on top and the man on top. They went through a sequence of positions as Caroline continually moved around them until he watched Sam start to climax, the bloke whipping out his cock as he sprayed cum over her body.

At that moment, Simon was eager to get started. He watched as the man shook hands with his sister, picked up his clothes and disappeared. Sam lingered for a little longer taking to Caroline before she also disappeared. Simon glanced at his watched, overall, he reckoned that no more than an hour or so had passed. The door opened, Caroline leading him back downstairs and into the back part where she lived, and they had visited. Sitting in her lounge, Caroline was preparing them all some lunch when Sam appeared after having taken a shower. She was dressed now in her normal clothes and was towelling her hair.

'Everything ok?' Simon asked her. She nodded her head, 'It was easy. Shag Caroline like you fuck me and Gina and she will cream herself,' she said mischievously.

After lunch, Caroline asked him to join her as they went through to the gym. 'I've decided to film in here because this is where we first encountered each other. I'm your mother and we are working out. Come on to me exactly as you did that day, I may object a little and then we will get down to it.'

Simon was starting to feel nervous again, it wasn't the sex, it was the speaking bits that he didn't feel comfortable with. Caroline moved closer to him, 'Are you sure you want to have sex with me, even though I am your mother?' She asked, her breasts now pushing against his chest. 'Why not,' Simon began to say when she smiled and stepped back. 'See, Simon. It's as easy as that.'

'Five minutes while I go and change. There are some shorts and a t-shirt in the changing room for you if you change as well.'

It only took him minutes to change and to take his mind off things, he was using some of the machines when Caroline returned with a young woman who was maybe a couple of years older than he was. The thought had never occurred to him previously. If Caroline was taking part? Who was filming? She introduced the young woman as Kate, she had worked with Caroline before, both in front of and behind the camera.

They started in front of the large mirror as Caroline, now clad in a body-hugging two-piece outfit, pretended to lift small weights as Simon stood close behind her, showing her what to do. Within a few minutes, he had forgotten Kate was there as Caroline pressed her bottom into his groin. Exactly like his instructor had shown him at the leisure centre, he held her arms, pressing his body against hers as he showed her what to do properly. He had her bending forward, her tight bottom now pressing against his erection, until she stood and objected, telling him she was his mother. The conversation went back and forwards, Simon now perfectly at ease in the role as at last, he took her in his arms, and they kissed. As her magnificent breasts pushed into his chest, he ground his hips against her, now wanting desperately to fuck Caroline.

He was so caught up in his lust, he had not even noticed his sister enter as she stood off to one side. They were both naked now, Simon between Caroline's thighs as he sucked and licked at her fanny, his tongue and his fingers increasing her arousal, On the press bench, she lay back as he sank his cock into her vagina, fucking her steadily until he was sure that her climax was close. His shaft was being rammed into her cunt as he upped the tempo, Caroline now moving beneath him as his hand s massaged her tits until he saw her straining, her face going red as she began her orgasm. After she had relaxed slightly, he moved her to another piece of apparatus, Caroline hanging from the bar above her head, her legs around his waist as his cock fucked her once more, her fanny still moist from her first orgasm, and as he continued to ram his flesh into her, knowing that another one was imminent.

Her next climax made her shake uncontrollably and she let go of the bar, Simon catching her and supporting her by her buttocks as he continued to ram his cock into her sodden cunt. And then she was bent at the waist over another bar as he took her from behind, this time his shaft alternating between her fanny and her arse as she screamed her delight. No longer was she making a film, she was having the best sex she'd had in a long time. They finished on one of the exercise mats, Simon knelt between her thighs as he fucked her fast and furiously, his cock ploughing her cunt as she climaxed once more and he remembered to extract himself in time as several spurts of cum shot the length of her body, one globule hitting her under the chin.

He had gone off to take his shower, leaving Caroline, Kate and Sam alone in the room. Samantha saw Kate whispering something to the older woman before they kissed each other's cheeks and Kate disappeared. Retrieving a towel from the cupboard, Caroline wrapped it around herself before sitting on one of the machines. Her legs were wobbly, and she looked knackered.

'Bloody hell Sam. Is that what he is like when you two fuck each other?'

Sam laughed and nodded her head, 'Yeah, and the same with his girlfriend. My brother tends to put his heart and soul into it.'

Caroline shook her head, 'Some of the blokes do make me cum sometimes, but never like that. Kate, who was doing the camera work asked me to set her up with him.'

All of them had showered and were now dressed as they sat in the lounge sipping at drinks. Caroline passed an envelope to them both, 'As promised,' she said. 'I hope both of you will consider doing some more work for me, there is good money to be made.'

As they walked home later it was surprising that it was only late afternoon, it felt as though they had been there all day. Even though both of them had enjoyed the experience, little did they know that there would be consequences later? Sam was the first, it had been thrilling and different, but had confirmed something she had begun to suspect. She enjoyed and looked forward to the sex with her brother, perhaps because, for quite a while, she had been in love with him. But today had convinced her that she was not interested in other men. The person she was missing dearly was Gina, she was the one that Sam wanted to be with, finally acknowledging that she was a lesbian. Despite enjoying the day at Caroline's, being filmed was not something that she was currently in a hurry to repeat.

Simon on the other hand felt differently, firstly, he couldn't wait to fuck the older woman again, there was something about her that he found highly arousing. Also, today had seemed to bring him out of his shell, the thought of doing it again and with different women had his cock already thickening.

Between then and the end of the year, he contacted Caroline frequently and made several films for her. One of his favourites was with a woman called Emma. She was slightly older than his mother and had a body that showed its maturity. Simon performed twice with her, the sight of her naked was always a major turn-on for him. Maybe it was because of her, that suddenly he began to take more notice of his mum, noting that she had a pretty good figure for a woman her age and wondering what she looked like naked.



Christmas was nearly upon them and Gina would be back soon. Finishing his drink, he went to the bar and got another round for his mother and himself, putting them on the table as she returned from powdering her nose. Sam was at home that evening, having caught a cold and his mother's friends had all been busy, so she had invited him out for a drink. He had always been able to talk to her about anything, feeling relaxed in her company. They laughed and joked as the evening wore on until, as closing time approached, he realised that he was a little worse for wear. They clung to each other on the walk home, his mother having also over-indulged, both of them slightly unsteady on their feet.

Once indoors, she made them strong cups of coffee, but it was not long before she had discarded hers in favour of another glass of wine, pouring him one as well. Simon could not remember how they had got onto the subject, but suddenly they were discussing his sister, 'Has Samantha got a boyfriend? She never brings anyone home and she has never mentioned anyone.... You have been going out with Gina for nearly two years now, surely there is someone Samantha likes?' His mother had been curious.

'It's not my place to tell you, Sam should tell you herself when she is ready, but.... She is not gay, but she does like girls as well as boys and she is seeing someone at the moment.' He was surprised to see that his mother did not appear to be overly concerned as she raised her eyebrows.

'I was about the same age when I discovered that I liked girls as much as I liked boys, it's difficult you know, what do you do? Who do you tell?' His mother suddenly disclosed. He was dumbfounded, all these years and he had never had an inkling that Sam and their mother were alike. 'I hope it is someone nice that she has found' she continued, 'someone who makes her happy.'

Simon smiled, 'As a matter of fact, it's Gina.'

Now it was his mother's turn to look dumbfounded, 'Your Gina?' She asked him, Simon nodded.

'But what about you? Have you split up?' Simon explained the situation, he and Gina were still an item, but she was also in the same boat as his sister in that she also liked girls, the three of them had decided between themselves, that they would share partners and that so far, it had worked perfectly for the last twelve months.

His mother sat astonished, 'And you are OK with that?' He nodded again, 'Nothing has changed for me,' that was not true, but it was something he was certainly not going to divulge to his mother, 'I'm happy, Gina's happy and now Sam's happy, I don't see a problem.'

His mother looked at him in admiration, 'That's very mature of you Simon, I just wish your father had been as mature when he found out, it was the reason we eventually divorced.' She poured herself another glass of wine, offering to top his up, but he'd had sufficient and had not touched his glass. His head at least, had stopped spinning, and he was slowly beginning to sober up, but the alcohol was still affecting him. 'Anyway, enough about my sister's sex life, what about yours, are you getting any?'

She laughed loudly at his impertinence, 'Let us not beat about the bush,' she roared, 'Let us get straight to the point, and for your information, No! I'm not getting any, thank you very much.' Her laughter was infectious, and soon they were both laughing and giggling.

'Well, if you need a toy boy, I've plenty of friends who would be only too willing,' he told her misguidedly.

She looked at him in disbelief, 'I'm sure someone of your age would not be interested in someone my age.' She told him.

'You would be surprised,' he replied, 'Young men of my age are more interested in women of your age than you may think.' She poured herself another glass of wine as she poo-pooed his comment, 'And how many older women have you had?' She asked with a laugh.

His answer which was fuelled by the drink he had consumed, took her by surprise. 'Two or three,' Simon said confidently. He should probably have said nothing, but with the conversation now having turned to older women, it was too good an opportunity to miss.

'Who then?' She asked, sure that her son was lying.

'Caroline for one,' he told her, watching as her mouth opened in surprise. 'And Gina's mum Heather.'

He had said enough he suddenly decided, desperate to say nothing of what he took part in during his trips to his mother's friend.

'What, my Caroline?' she asked, gobsmacked. Simon nodded his head. 'But why Simon, why would you want to go to bed with an older woman?' The words were out before he had thought about them properly, 'When was the last time you looked in a mirror mum. Your extremely attractive, you have a good body, even sexy if I may say. Why would someone not want to go to bed with you.'

Alison suddenly realised that Simon, in a curious fashion, had disclosed that he thought of her sexually despite her being his mother. She should tell him off and explain that while she would accept it as a compliment, nothing like that could ever happen between them. Instead, she finished her glass of wine and poured another, gulping half of it down, her brain currently in shock. She was astounded, surely, she was not imagining what she could see in his face. The thought that her son desired her had taken the wind from her sails but had also, and something she wasn't ready to admit to yet, ignited a sensation between her legs, a feeling that had lain dormant for a long time. Simon looked up at the wall clock, suddenly noticing that it was approaching three in the morning, 'I think we had better go to bed,' he said to her, immediately she panicked as she tried to fathom which way, he had meant it?



Chapter Five



She staggered as she attempted to stand, having consumed far more wine than she had meant to and suddenly realising that she was drunk. Simon came to her rescue, putting his arm around her waist, and then assisting her up the stairs. As they reached his bedroom, he released her and turned to go inside. Alison did not know why she did it as she stopped him and took his hand, leading him towards her room. She closed the door behind them but refused to switch on the light, she was not yet ready for her son to see her naked. The room was cool as they quickly undressed and got beneath the covers, facing each other in the darkness as they moved closer together.

Simon could feel her breasts pushing against his chest, her body warm against him as she lay perfectly still, as though afraid to move.

'Close your eyes,' he told her. She did as he asked and felt his lips touch hers, the kiss was tender, not all mouth and tongues, it was a kiss of affection and respect as his mouth explored her own. Gradually she relaxed, his fingers touching her cheek before he ran them through her hair, he caressed the nape of her neck and her earlobe before gently holding her face. As his hand moved down her neck towards her chest, he felt her tense slightly but did not attempt to touch her, instead, his fingers ran down her cleavage and on to her tummy, his hand stroking her skin and following her contours as though committing her shape to memory. Simon kissed her neck and then her shoulders and by the time his hand moved up her rib cage she was desperate for him to touch her breasts. Finally, she got her wish as his hand closed over her left breast and he fondled it, amazed at the size and weight, both Gina and Sam were small by comparison. As he squeezed her flesh, his fingers constantly touched her nipple until it stood to attention, hard and erect.

Switching to her other breast, his mouth found her nipple, Alison's moans increasing in volume. She was no longer tense, the feeling in the pit of her stomach had moved to her fanny and she knew she was hot and wet. As his mouth devoured her tits, she moved her hand downwards, eager to get a firm grip on the cock she could feel pressing into her side. Simon's hand also moved downwards, across her tummy which was rising and falling rapidly and through her pubic hair, before curving between her legs. She had been expecting him, her labia open and moist, his fingers sliding easily between them as he pushed the hood back from her clit, teasing and stroking it gently and listening to his mother purr as her arousal increased. 'Oh God, yes..., Yes..., Yes, oh Jesus.... Yes....'

At long last his fingers slid into her, causing Alison to climax almost immediately, she dug her nails into the sheet as her legs and hips shook convulsively, waves of pleasure coursing through her body which had been denied for far too long. With her daughter asleep nearby she had to muffle the shrieks and wails as her orgasm took control of her body and vocals. As she finally descended back towards normality, she pulled him between her open thighs, desperate to have his hot throbbing flesh inside her.

Alison waited expectantly as he positioned himself, feeling the head of his shaft pushing against her eager fanny, he eased forward, and she felt his knob stretch her opening, and then her fanny surrendered and allowed passage to his manhood. She felt her insides expand as slowly he penetrated her until eventually his groin was pressed firmly against her own. Her senses were overpowered with desire, she wanted to touch, stroke, kiss and caress him all at once, every nerve in her body alive to the sensation of his cock slowly penetrating her, again and again.

Knelt between her legs, Simon looked down at his mother spread-eagled beneath him in the dim light seeping through the curtains. She was a mature woman, still slim, but he could tell she carried a little bit of weight. Her hips had widened over the years and she had a rounded tummy where he could see the faint stretch marks from their births. Her breasts were full and rounded, their weight pulling them to either side of her chest and causing them to jiggle and bounce each time he thrust his cock into her. Alison excited him, the more he touched her, the greater his arousal became, she constantly urged him on, her groans and cries as she writhed beneath him, pushing him towards the point of no return. With his constant penetration of her fanny, he brought her to the brink and then slowly let her down, before repeating the process all over again. Alison wanted him to come in her, she needed it desperately, her orgasm was imminent, and she tried to suppress it as she waited for Simon to reach his summit.

Unable to last longer, and as Alison called his name, he felt that familiar sensation as his cock shuddered and emptied its load of spunk inside her cunt, there to mix with her hot juices as he pounded her fanny, intent on prolonging both their orgasms as long as possible, until finally, he sank next to her, hot, sweaty and exhausted. Turning onto his side, Simon gazed at his mother's body, watching her breasts and stomach rise and fall as she recovered. Her breasts jiggled with each breath; her legs still wide apart as though expecting him to return. Despite his exhaustion, his cock started to twitch as slowly he felt himself becoming aroused again, his hand reaching out and sliding across her left breast, his fingers heading for her still erect nipple, when she stopped him.

'As much as I would love to, Samantha may hear us,' she said, sounding concerned, 'Maybe another night?' Simon was not going to push his luck, he had achieved his fantasy of fucking her and she hadn't said, 'never again.'

Christmas was upon them and Gina was back, although this year wasn't going to be the best of yuletide festivities. He had been looking forward to seeing her again, but something niggled at him as he realised that he was perhaps starting to feel differently about her. They saw her for a few hours on Christmas day and then Sam went over to her house on Boxing day, but other than that, he saw nothing of her over the next few days. By the end of the week, he was seething, angry that she appeared to be ignoring him and when she was at his home, she seemed to prefer spending her time with Sam and he would hear them at night in Sam's room. By the following week, he'd had enough, calling Caroline and asking if it was ok to pop over. Of course, she said yes, she was always pleased to see him, secretly she would have liked him there all the time, having taken a shine to this young man who managed to thrill her with his lovemaking. He spent the day in her company, staying over that night and having sex with her.

It was breakfast time when he returned home, the three females already sat around the breakfast table, eating. Simon poured himself a cup of coffee and joined them.

'Are your friends alright?' His mother asked, idly making conversation and presuming that is where he had been.

Before he could answer, Gina suddenly butted in. 'Where have you been?' She asked him.

'Just out' came his sullen reply, the sarcasm evident in his voice. Her question persisted, Simon suddenly deciding that he did not like the tone she was taking.

'Where?' She asked again, her tone demanding that he answer her. He tried telling her he had just stayed over at a friend but still she continued in the same vein,

'Who was it?' Sam glanced at him, noting a look on his face that she had never seen before, she knew exactly where he had been, but could not understand what had got into Gina.

Simon's face had darkened, and he could feel his temper rising. When he spoke, it was through clenched teeth and so quietly that all three women had to strain to hear.

'You are supposed to be my girlfriend and you have now been home for over a week. 'You've come here and fucked my sister but have barely managed to speak more than a dozen words to me.' Alison and Sam could see him visibly trembling as he tried to control himself, 'Where I have been, with whom and what I have done, is none of your fucking business.'

'Simon!' his mother exclaimed, unaccustomed to ever hearing her son speak like that.

He glanced at her before turning back to Gina, 'And if you don't like it.... you can go fuck yourself.'

With that, he got up from the table, drained his cup and slammed it back down before going up to his room. In his bedroom he paced, willing himself to calm down. Down below, bedlam ruled, Gina, never having been spoken to like that, and especially by Simon, had burst into tears. Alison was at a loss, she could not understand Gina's attitude, but she could also not condone the way that her son had spoken to his girlfriend. Sam appeared to be the calmest of them all at that moment; she knew something had changed within her brother ever since he had started spending time at Caroline's. Recently, she sensed that Simon was not the push-over that he had once been. She could tell he had gained confidence in himself, and whilst he treated her the same as he always had, there was a steeliness about him, that had not been there previously.

Alison knocked on Simon's bedroom door before entering, she could tell that although he appeared less tense, it would take very little for him to erupt again.

'What's going on Simon? This is not like you, I've never heard you speak to anyone like that before, and especially Gina. 'You should apologise to her.'

Simon laughed sarcastically, shaking his head at the same time. 'I have nothing to apologise for, I have done nothing wrong. 'I will be buggered if I am going to put up with her interrogating me when she has mostly ignored me since she came home. 'As I said, if she does not like it, she knows what she can do!' Alison sympathised with him, what he said was perfectly true, she did not know what had got into Gina to make her act like that. Alison came to a decision, returning downstairs she spoke to her daughter, 'Sam, get your coat on, we are going into town.'

Gina had dried her eyes and rose as well from the table. 'Not you, young lady, you need to speak to Simon and the two of you need to sort this out, whatever it is, I'm not putting up with this in my house.'

Simon lay on his bed, his emotions in turmoil, even he did not understand where his outburst had come from, but he knew he was not going to be treated like that by anyone. It was not as though there was a lack of women in his life, and he treated them all with respect, if they could not do the same for him, he finally had realised, there were plenty more of them out there.

His bedroom door opened slowly, and Gina entered, Simon immediately feeling tense and ready to do battle once more. Her face was still flushed from her tears, but she could tell from his demeanour, that he was lacking any compassion. In the past, he would have come to her, held her and comforted her, but now he just sat there and glared in her direction.

'I'm sorry Simon' she started, but still, he made no move towards her. 'I was wrong to speak to you like that.'

'Yes, you were,' came his stark reply, 'What the hell is going on?' She sat on his bed but wisely did not attempt to move nearer to him. It seemed to take a while for her to get started. 'While I have been away, I realised that the person I have missed the most is Sam, that's not to say I haven't missed you, it's just that she is the one continually in my thoughts.'

She paused for a moment, as though trying to choose her words. 'Do you know that Sam asked me if I loved you?'

Simon shook his head, sensing where she might be going with this.

'I suddenly realised, I don't have those type of feelings for you, I'm sorry, but I don't love you! I wanted to explain, but I was too much of a coward, I thought that if I spent all my time with Sam, you would probably guess. I got that badly wrong and then when you didn't come home last night, I got irrationally jealous.'

When Simon spoke, his voice had softened. 'Sam asked me the same question, I think she had this picture in her head that we two would happily marry and that the three of us could carry on like this forever.'

Gina inquired what he had said to Sam when asked the same question. 'I enjoyed what we have......had, but like you, I have started to realise that what I felt for you was no different from the way I think of Sam or mum.'

'So, what do we do now?' She asked him, visibly trembling as though she knew the answer before he spoke the word's she dreaded hearing.

'We do the sensible thing I suppose,' he told her, 'We go our separate ways.'

The tears returned as she sobbed, 'I'm going to miss you' she told him. 'I'll miss you too, but I won't wait around for you Gina, I have my own life to live. I'll always be here if you are in trouble, but you can have no further demands on me, other people in my life will take precedence.'

He heard his mother and Sam return and told Gina to go and join them, she dried her eyes a second time before leaving his room. A short while passed before his mum came up to see him. 'Gina tells me you have split up.'

He nodded his head, 'She has decided that she wants Sam to be her main priority, and I'm not prepared to hang around playing gooseberry, so that's it.'

Alison noted that he showed no emotion as he told her, 'Anyway mum, I'm going to stay out of the way for the rest of the week, that way no one will get hurt.' She looked on saddened as he began to pack some clothes into a travel bag. 'Where will you go?' She asked him, but he told her not to worry, he had plenty of friends.

From his room he called Caroline, asking if he could return and promising to explain when he got there. He crept out quietly so that they did not realise he had gone, knowing he would not be back home until Gina had left the village once more. Simon spent the rest of that week at Caroline's, needless to say, she was ecstatic at the prospect of having him stay with her. He gave her a brief rundown of what had taken place, but refused to go into any intimate details, Caroline at least had the sense not to push him too much.



He returned home on the Sunday evening, sure that Gina would have left and was immediately intercepted by Sam. 'She says that you have split up, is that true?' Before he could answer, his mother appeared, concerned that he was ok.

'I'm just going to have a shower and then I'll be back down,' he said, disappearing up the stairs and wanting the time to relax and not think about what had happened. He had so looked forward to this Christmas, saddened that it had all gone pear-shaped.

He towelled off after his shower and returned downstairs, Alison and Samantha eager to know what was happening. Gina had not told Sam much, only that she and Simon were not together anymore, Sam felt sad, the last eighteen months had been perfect, and now for whatever reason, it all seemed to be falling apart. 'Look, this does not affect you or Gina, Sam, nothing has changed there.'

'All that has changed is she is not my girlfriend anymore, it does not mean she cannot come here, I will still be friends with her, but I am free to start other relationships if I wish.' Simon concluded.

Finally, after many reassurances, he went up to his bed, within ten minutes Sam was in his room, still not convinced that the world had not ended. He cuddled her until she fell asleep before leaving her in his room and going to sleep in hers. At the moment sex was the last thing on his mind as digested the week's events.

After Christmas and over the next few months, he found that he spent more and more time at Caroline's, he suspected that she was beginning to feel more than friendship for him but as far as he was concerned, he had no desire yet for a relationship. What he found himself looking forward to, was filming, he had made another with Emma, Caroline telling him that the two of them seemed to be in high demand. He had also made a film with Kate, the young woman who had filmed him on that first occasion. He had thoroughly enjoyed her, but seemingly, not half as much as she had enjoyed him, Kate begging Caroline to cast them together again.

One evening after dinner Caroline told him that she had cast him with an even younger actress, 'You really will look like brother and sister,' she said, all too aware that Simon was already playing that part in real life. Arriving at Caroline's the next evening, she invited him in and introduced him to a young girl already sat in the lounge. 'Simon, this is Philippa, Pippa, Simon'. Simon kissed her on the cheek as she stood, surprised as she appeared to be about fourteen years old. Pippa was incredibly attractive with her long dark hair and pretty face, she was very slim and had great legs, but at first glance, she appeared to have no tits at all. To be honest, she looked like she was still at school and needed her parent's permission to be here. Simon followed Caroline into the kitchen, 'Is she not underage?' He asked her urgently when they were out of earshot.

She started laughing, calling out to the young girl, 'Pippa, how many films have you made?'

'Oh, probably between eight or nine,' he heard her shout back.'

'And how old are you Pippa?' Simon spun around as he heard a chuckle behind him.

'Twenty-one.' He blushed, 'Sorry, you just looked so young,' he stuttered.

Pippa smiled at him, a hint of devilment in her eyes, 'Well at least you had the decency to ask, it's surprising how many don't,' She took his arm, pulling him back towards the lounge. 'Caroline tells me that you are going to fuck me,' she said blithely.

'If you don't mind' Simon said, feeling stupid at his reply.

Once the ice was broken it turned into a very enjoyable evening, it was surprising how much he and Pippa had in common, they were a similar age, liked similar music and enjoyed the same type of films. She told him she was studying medicine and did the films to help pay her university costs. Simon told her about himself but omitted details of any relationships, this was the first time he had met her, and those kinds of details were still very private to him.

Occasionally he glanced across at Caroline, feeling a little sorry for her, although she tried to join in the conversation, on some topics she did not have a clue what they were talking about. Strange, he thought to himself, seventeen years was not a great deal of time, and yet you looked at life so differently, your tastes always in contrast to what had gone before.

Before he realised, the evening was over, Caroline called Pippa a cab and he kissed her on the cheek again as she departed. Sat back in the lounge they finished their drinks as Caroline explained what she had in mind. 'I think Pippa would make a perfect sister and she looks young enough, 'I know it's a while off yet, but I thought we would do the shoot around Easter if that's ok. I've quite a bit on at the moment and hopefully, by then the weather will be better and we can shoot some outdoors.'



Chapter Six



Simon sat in the coffee shop staring out of the window watching the bustle of the city as it rushed by. Three years had passed, at twenty-four, he was qualified and now worked full time. He was doing well in the company, which was why he was in the city, having been invited to a promotional interviewing process. The meeting had gone well, and he had been told to take the rest of the day off. Sitting with his drink, he allowed his thoughts to drift back over the years. Mum was still mum, just a little bit older, they still slept together regularly, even more so, after he had first split with Gina. It was not uncommon that they made love several times each weekend, Sam often away. He adored his mother's body and was determined that it was something he would never go without.

Samantha had also qualified, working full time in the salon now. She had matured and filled out a bit, to him she now looked like a younger version of his mother. She was still slim, but her hips had widened, and her breasts had grown, now nearly on a par with Alison's. She and Gina were still an item, but Sam had told him that there had been a bit of a wobble last year. He and Sam had still been fucking when the desire took them, and Gina had not been happy about that. She wanted Sam exclusively to herself and an argument had ensued. Sam had quickly put her straight, telling her that she refused to give up her brother and that Gina could take it or leave it.

He had never slept with Gina since the split, whilst they were still friends, they had lost something. Like Sam she had qualified and now worked at the junior school in the town, he would see her most days as she and his sister were inseparable. She also looked like a younger version of her mother; her tits had at least more than doubled in size.

Gina's mother Heather, if anything, looked younger. She had not gone back to drinking and had lost a considerable amount of weight, the last time Simon visited he noted that it would not be long before Gina and Heather could easily be mistaken for sisters. Her husband did not work away as much now and so Simon had to take extra precautions as to when he visited. As for himself, he spent most of the week at Caroline's, only really returning home when he needed to sleep with his mother or sister. They were often seen around the village together and folks now readily accepted them as a couple. His mother would frequently ask how he felt about Caroline, when he could, he evaded the question, he knew he did not love her in that sense, but it felt as good as. He had not told her Caroline's secret, reasoning that it was nobody else's business other than hers. He was proud of Sam; over the years she had never mentioned the films he made to anyone including Gina.

'So long as you are happy, what does it matter?' She had once told him.

Over the three years, he had lost count of how many films he had made with her, her initial idea of a kind of trilogy with a sister, mother and gran had taken off and he had done quite a few films of that ilk. She used mostly the same actresses in the films, and he had got used to them and counted some of them as his friends. Every so often he and Caroline would make one together, there was still a great demand for these, but they kept their audience hungry for more. His success had been reflected in his bank account, which with what he earned from the company now ran into three figures, a lot of money for someone so young.

His mind drifted back to the first film he had done with Pippa just after his split, it was a shame he thought, that he had only seen her once. As Caroline had hoped for, the weather around Easter had turned quite nice and she had set it up for the weekend. He had been laid out on the lawn on a rug waiting for Pippa to appear from off-camera. Caroline was filming her as she made her way across the garden towards him. Dressed in a school uniform she sat on the rug opposite him, kicking her shoes off and running her feet, covered in white socks, up and down his legs and thighs.

'Molly, will you behave, someone's going to see you and we will get into trouble.' He had said to her. "Molly" was the name she used in her films whilst Caroline had chosen the name "Ben" for him.

The plot was simple, and in the scene, she was supposed to try and persuade him to show her what he had. She was discovering her sexuality and had yet to see a cock, she would touch and tease him, before running off, leaving him frustrated. Pippa sat with her legs open, the short grey pleated skirt hiding nothing. Try as he might, his gaze constantly returned to the tiny white panties stretched tightly across her mound. He could feel his penis getting hard and tried to move to hide his discomfort. Without warning she flung herself at him, pushing him back and straddling his hips, rubbing herself against the bulge she could feel between her legs.

'You can't tell me you're not enjoying it' she said, pushing herself firmly against his cock and giggling, 'will you let me see it, just a quick look?'

He pretended to argue with her, twisting his body to escape her attention but eventually under her constant nagging he gave in,

'Go on then, but only a quick look.'

He lay back, propped on his elbows, and opened his legs slightly so that she could get to his groin, watching as she knelt between his legs and with a mischievous grin, began to slide his zipper down slowly, her fingers pressing down as they slid over his shaft. He presumed later that Pippa had not been expecting what happened next. As she finished unzipping him, his pants pulled open with the strain from beneath and his cock shot out, standing proudly to attention. Pippa lost her composure for a moment as she was transfixed by the throbbing flesh in front of her face. In his peripheral vision, he could see Caroline circling, trying to capture the look of astonishment that Pippa displayed.

Pippa's eyes constantly moved between his face and his cock, for seconds she seemed at a loss for words. She stammered as she asked if she could touch it, reaching out tentatively to touch his shaft.

Quickly regaining her composure as she touched him, he could feel the trembling in her hand and fingers as she wrapped it around the hot flesh, sliding the skin up and down and watching as his eyes locked onto her. She was mesmerised, having reached the point where she was supposed to rise and run away but seemed reluctant to release him.

Caroline was motioning her to move, Pippa finally coming to her senses; as she got to her feet and spun around, ready to run. Simon did not know why he did it, but at the last moment, as she swivelled, he caught her foot, bringing her back to the ground. Before she could recover, he had pounced on top of her, straddling her hips and pinning her hands and arms down. At first, she was laughing and pretending to struggle, but as he simply looked into her eyes, she lay still, waiting for something to happen. Caroline wondered why he had deviated from the script, but on impulse, decided to continue filming.

Pippa's eyes constantly moved between his face and the hard cock that she could see and feel, pushing against her belly. She felt strange, normally she was in control of the situation, but for some reason she felt excited at the way he just leaned over her, his eyes taking in her face and body. Slowly, Simon leant forward, his lips softly brushing her forehead as he planted the most delicate of kisses there. He moved over her eyelids and cheeks, the bridge and tip of her nose and then her chin before finally his lips brushed against hers. She knew that her breathing had increased, the effect of the kiss., From her lips he moved to her neck and ears before moving down her body, kissing her breasts through her shirt and bra. She was finding what he was doing quite sensual and as he moved over her rib cage and tummy, she knew where he was heading.

He had slid down her body, his head and face now between her thighs, again he just watched her as he raised her short skirt, exposing her panties, before raining kisses on her fanny through the thin cotton material, 'Christ,' she thought to herself, he was making her hot and that never usually happened. Normally she could go through an entire scene without feeling any excitement or emotion, it was just simply acting.

Pippa felt his hands touch her bare flesh for the first time and it was as though an electric shock had gone through her, his face was nuzzled against her sex, his eyes boring into hers. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and she wanted him to touch her intimate parts.

His fingers pushed her panties to one side, and she felt the cooler air waft over her cunt as he gave her one last glance before his mouth and tongue speared her fanny. Her hips trembled as a warm glow spread through her lower half. She had been expecting him, her labia open and moist, and his tongue sent shivers through her, as it pierced her love passage. No matter how she tried, Pippa could not detach her mind from the attention he was giving her lower parts. She watched her chest going up and down rapidly as she drew oxygen into her lungs. Every pleasure receptor in her body was sending signals to her brain as every few seconds she saw Simon glance at her before resuming his treatment of her fanny.

Simon watched surreptitiously as she gasped deeply, holding each breath until his administrations forced her to exhale, usually accompanied by the word 'Fuck.' Pippa tried to stop it from happening, but her body refused to listen to her brain, and within seconds she started to shake and thrash as he made her cum, her orgasm taking her by surprise and rendering her incapable of resisting the pleasure that he was giving her. By the time he rose from his prone position, she was laid flat, her eyes closed. Her breathing was slowing, but she could feel her body covered in perspiration, the gentle breeze helping to cool her.

Simon stood and zipped himself up, he said something to her, but she could not remember what. Walking away, he stopped out of range of the camera and waited for Caroline to stop filming.

He ended up having to attract her attention, she had been so immersed in what she had witnessed in her viewfinder that she had forgotten to stop. Calling that he was going to get them some drinks, he continued towards the house oblivious of what was said next. Caroline placed the camera on the ground and sat down on the rug next to Pippa who sat up and made herself decent.

'That was brilliant,' said Caroline, still conscious of the tingling in her fanny. Even watching through the camera lens had turned her on.

Pippa seemed to be in shock, 'He made me cum Caroline! That never happens.'

Caroline chuckled and then suddenly looked sad, 'He does that to you,' she said. 'It's his eyes.'

Pippa continued, 'They seem to suck you in and make you feel special.'

Caroline nodded trying to express her feelings. 'It's like he's not acting when he looks at you and touches you, it feels like he's doing it because he wants you to be the one. As if you're the centre of his universe......and at that moment, it's as though, you could fall in love with him!'

'Shit' said Pippa; I don't know if I can do this Caroline, I want him, but not like this,' She knew exactly how the young girl felt, did not she feel the same at times, and all she wanted, was to hear him say those words to her. She had an idea and explained it to Pippa who readily agreed. Simon never did understand why they filmed three different opening sequences, and surely, they had enough of the other footage for several films. Pippa left late that evening, she had taken multiple breaks throughout the day and he had the feeling that at times she seemed to be upset by something, but suddenly, she was gone, and he did not see her again.

Simon returned to the present and finished his coffee, wondering what had happened to her; he presumed she must have qualified by now. Still lost in thought, he was startled by someone tapping on the window by his head. He turned and was astonished to find Pippa grinning through the glass pane at him. He waited while she came indoors and sat down opposite, 'I've just been thinking of you,' he told her, noticing that she was still as pretty as he remembered.

'All good I hope,' she replied, laughing. She seemed to have aged very little, but today she looked different, perhaps it was the way she was dressed in an old baggy jumper and jeans. Her hair was pulled back from her face in a ponytail, and as far as he could see, she wore not a trace of make-up. She told him she was on her way home from work after a long shift, and yes, she had qualified as a doctor. Simon told her bits of his own life and how he came to be in the city today.

'Why were you thinking of me' Pippa suddenly asked.

'Honestly, I don't know he replied, I was sat here, and suddenly you popped into my head and I seemed to be transported back to that day.'

'I never got a chance to ask you then, but I got the feeling at the time, that I had done something to upset you.' Simon concluded.

Pippa sat looking at him for a moment and then shook her head, 'In a way you had, but it was nothing you had done intentionally.'

Simon looked confused, 'Well at least tell me now, what did I do wrong.'

She smiled at him, but it was tinged with a hint of sadness. 'You made me want you, I desired something I could not have, and you could not give me.'

'You made me feel special, and I wanted you to be with me. All that day, I had to disappear, because, at the end of it, I knew we would part and that we would not see each other again.

'You had split up with your girlfriend, and you and Caroline seemed to be a couple, and it was not fair to step on her toes.'

Simon sat back in amazement, never having realised that any of this had taken place as it suddenly poured out of her. Pippa sat back breathless, at least she had got it off her chest, for so long she had wondered what if. 'Are you and Caroline still an item,' she asked him quietly, 'You know she was in love with you?'

Now it was Simon's turn to look serious, 'I see quite a lot of Caroline, and I suspect what you say is true, but I can't give her what she wants. It's not an age thing, that doesn't matter to me. Unfortunately, while I enjoy being with her and what we do together, I can never see a time when I would perhaps consider that I was in love with her.'

Suddenly Pippa felt sad for him, it was as though he was searching for something unobtainable, an elusive fantasy, forever out of reach.

'Look at us' Simon chuckled, 'Sat here moping about the past instead of looking forward to the future.'

Pippa cocked her head, looking at him, he was doing it all over again, he was sucking her in, and she knew it would hurt again when she got up and left.

Now it was Simon's turn to cock his head, giving her an embarrassed smile, 'I don't suppose you fancy going out sometime?' He asked slowly, 'I quite understand if there is someone already, or you don't want to.'



Pippa's face spread into a grin and he thought she was going to leap across the table and assault him, her head nodded vigorously. 'I can't tonight, it's been a seventeen-hour shift and I am knackered and need to sleep,' she told him apologetically.

Now it was Simon's turn to laugh, 'I did not necessarily mean tonight, I need to get back myself, and I've got a busy day tomorrow. Perhaps this coming weekend, I presume you live in the city, I could come up again this weekend if you wanted?'

Again, he thought she was going to fling herself over the table at him, as she gave him a big beaming smile. Simon caught her yawning, 'Come on, I'll walk with you as far as the station, and then you can go home and sleep.'

Outside, he took her hand, as tired as she was, Pippa felt as though she was walking on air. As they neared the station, she pointed out the street she lived down, 'Number thirty-seven, come over in the afternoon if you want on Saturday, I'll be in all day.'

Pippa's wish came to fruition as his arm went around her waist and he pulled her in close to him. His face came nearer to hers and their lips met, the kiss, slow and lingering with Pippa content to have stood there forever in his protective embrace, but eventually she had to release him and let him go.

He caught the train home, arriving back at Caroline's mid-afternoon. 'How did it go?' She asked him, he told her it had gone well, but felt bad when he omitted to tell her about his chance meeting with Pippa. Caroline seemed excited about something, sitting him down she wanted to tell him her news. 'I've been presented with a business opportunity, but it means I'll be away for a couple of weeks, you don't mind, do you?'

Even though he felt sad at the prospect of not seeing her for several weeks, he realised that she still had a life that did not necessarily include him, 'Of course it's ok, I'll still be here when you get back, and business is business, you must do what you need to.'

Caroline flung her arms around him as they kissed passionately, she was thrilled that he was fine with her request, but Simon sensed that there was something she was not telling him. When she released him, she went over to her bureau and retrieved an envelope, before handing it to him. He looked at her puzzled as he opened it, inside was a set of keys, 'It's about time you had your own set,' she told him, 'You near enough live here. It's your home as well, use it as such while I am away.' Simon scooped her up before carrying her upstairs.

Laying her on the bed he quickly ditched his clothes, his cock rising magnificently from his groin as he pushed her skirt up to her waist and ripped off her panties, Caroline's fanny was already opening, giving him a view of her moist pink interior. Sliding between her thighs, his mouth enveloped her vagina as his tongue went to work on it, listening to her groan and whimper as he excited her. Caroline ripped her top off and discarded her bra, her tits popping free and Simon's hands immediately fondling them as his mouth continued to excite her hot flesh. Coming to his knee's he rubbed his stiff cock against her puckered rear before slowly he eased forward, his length sliding inside her rectum. He fucked her arse, and then he fucked her cunt, changing positions frequently as they satisfied each other's lust.

A couple of days later and with Caroline gone, Simon had an idea. Making his way home he sought out his mother.

'Caroline's away for a couple of weeks, why don't......' His mother interrupted him as she suddenly gave him a mischievous grin, and moved closer to him, her hand resting on his thigh and moving towards his groin.

'Perhaps it would be a good idea if you stayed here tonight then.'

'I have a better idea,' he said, 'Why don't you come and stay at Caroline's? I can show you around the house and grounds and we will be all alone.'

Alison mulled the idea over; she had never seen the inside of Caroline's home and inquisitiveness got the better of her. Sam was just arriving home when he whispered something in her ear, Alison looked slightly embarrassed, but her eyes sparkled with excitement as she nodded her agreement. After their meal, Alison told Sam that she was going out with Simon and may not be back, Sam just looked at the two of them wondering what was going on. While she went upstairs to change, Simon spoke with his sister, 'You have got the whole evening and night with Gina if you want, mum's going to stay with me tonight. Sam looked at him strangely, as though considering a thought that she couldn't quite believe.

'You and mum?' Her brother nodded his head.

'Fuck me, Simon. Mum, Gina's mum, me and Gina, Caroline. How many women have you had?'

He looked at her as she tried to read his expression. 'Lots, too bloody many perhaps,' he said sadly. The sound of their mother returning ending their conversation.

She carried an overnight bag and wore a mackintosh light-weight coat, tied at the waist with a belt. Immediately she stepped through the front door, she felt self-conscious, knowing that beneath the coat, except for her hold-up stockings, she was naked. She took his arm as they walked through the village, frequently stopping and talking to other villagers that she knew, her flesh tingling. She realised that she was wet; a situation not helped by the fact that when no one was around, Simon would slip his hand inside her coat, his fingers teasing her now slick fanny, or twisting her nipples. By the time they approached Caroline's house, she'd had to stop, looking around her, she took a tissue from her pocket, and pulling the coat open, she spread her legs and wiped her fanny dry.

She was so engrossed in what she was doing, that she at first failed to notice as Simon took his opportunity, his hand going between her open thighs and his fingers easily sliding between her lips and into her cunt. He frigged her there on the lane, the coat open and displaying her nudity as his fingers thrust up into her fanny. Alison's legs shaking continually as she hung on to him, her head swivelling left and right lest someone appear. Simon's other hand was massaging her tits, her nipples hard and ultra-sensitive with the excitement of potentially getting caught. Finally, she orgasmed, sobbing and crying as her body shook with the pleasure coming from between her legs, her juices dripping onto the dusty road.



Chapter Seven



He picked her up, carrying her up the driveway and around to the back of the house, putting her down gently as he opened the rear door and escorted her inside. Taking her coat, he led her into the gymnasium, asking her to lay down on one of the inclined bench's. Going to a cupboard he stripped two of the belts from the robes within, before returning and binding her wrists to the weights support bar. She watched as he slowly stripped off, his cock looking huge and swollen as he approached her, kneeling and spreading her legs wide. His head disappeared between her thighs as she felt him pull her fanny open and then his tongue was lapping at her wetness. Alison desperately wanted fucking, but bound as she was, she was unable to move her hands and arms and reach his cock. Her clit was extremely sensitive and as he pushed its hood back, exposing it and taking it between his lips, she climaxed for a second time. Her tits bounced as she twisted and squirmed against her bonds, her legs clamped tightly against his head. Simon gave her time to recover as he got two supports, placing them under her knees and pushing her legs up into the air. In her present position, he had exposed her anus, the juices from her fanny running down between her butt cheeks and her puckered opening glistened with the wetness.

He crouched, pushing his cock down and rubbing it against her anus until it was slick, and then inch by inch, pushed it into her rectum as she gasped and wailed. Slowly at first and then with increased gusto, he sodomised her whilst his fingers penetrated her twat. He could feel his shaft with his fingers each time he thrust his cock into her, his thumb continually rubbing at her clit. As he watched and waited for her peak to approach, she begged him to fuck her, and then as she started to climax, he slid from her arse and rammed his cock into her fanny. His hips became a blur as he fucked her now overly wet cunt, Alison screaming her release as she twisted at her bindings and juices squirting from her. No sooner had one orgasm finished than she was cumming again, her tits and belly bouncing as she shrieked once more and felt his cock explode within her as he groaned and filled her cunt with his hot semen. Sweat was pouring from them both, their legs feeling wobbly as he untied her and suggested that they adjourn to the hot tub.

Simon opened a bottle of champagne whilst they spent an hour in the tub after which he gave her a guided tour of the house but kept his mother far away from the studio and what Caroline liked to call her dungeon. His mother was not a stupid woman, and it would have taken her very little time to realise what took place on the premises. After a very pleasant evening, they retired to one of the guest bedrooms where Simon made love to her several times before they fell asleep in each other's arms. He awoke early the next morning and brought her breakfast in bed before she dressed in the work clothes, she had brought with her and Simon called her a cab to run her down into the town.

Alison actually stayed a couple of evening's, Sam and Gina were talking about getting an apartment together and she thought it would do her daughter good, fending for herself.

That weekend, Simon was taking the train into the city to meet Pippa. Showered and dressed, he took a slow walk into the town, heading for the station.

Stepping down onto the platform at his destination, he made his way out onto the street, glancing at his watch as he went. Wandering around for a while, he started to discover parts of the city that were still a mystery to him as he grabbed a coffee at the café where he had met Pippa on the previous occasion and then unable to wait any longer, made his way to her street.

He counted the house numbers as he walked along, even numbers on the opposite side, odd numbers on his side and spotted her even before he reached her house. She was stood at the window, looking down the road expectantly. Her face suddenly wearing a beaming smile as she spotted him and moved away from the window, the front door already open, as he turned up her path.

Running to him she flung her arms around his neck, kissing him before stepping back and looking apologetic.

'Sorry,' she said, 'That's me taking liberties.'

Simon smiled broadly, in a way she reminded him of Gina, all exuberance and actions without a care in the world.

'It's fine,' he told her, 'It's the kind of welcome I like.' Pippa invited him in, hers was the first floor flat, it was not overly big, but everywhere was neat and tidy.

'Would you like a coffee?' she asked him.

He shook his head, 'No thanks, I've just had one, I got into the city early and didn't want to scare you by being too keen.'

She loved the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed and she realised that he was charming her again, little comments making her feel special. Simon watched her as she fussed around the flat, she was dressed in tight blue jeans that fit her snuggly, having forgotten how great her legs were. Her top half was covered by a t-shirt that ended just below her boobs, leaving her midriff bare, it was easy to tell she was braless, as her nipples pushed at the thin material. Pippa's hair was down, reaching to the middle of her back as it swished from side to side as she moved.

She turned suddenly, noticing him watching her, 'Will I do?' She asked him.

He nodded, 'You look gorgeous.' She blushed slightly at the compliment, aware of how badly she wanted him to like her.

'I thought that as it is a nice day and there is a lovely park quite near here, we could go for a walk and then perhaps get some lunch.' Pippa suggested.

Simon readily agreed, telling her that while he knew the centre, he presumed there were other attractions that he knew nothing about. Once outside he automatically took her hand as though keeping her close. Pippa had made her mind up, no matter what it took, she was going to make him hers. The day had been perfect, they had done the attractions and had been content just to amble around, comparing their life stories. As the evening drew in, they arrived back at her flat with Pippa shyly asking if he wanted to stay over.

'I'll come up and have a coffee with you and then I will get back,' he said, much to her disappointment. Simon raised her face, cradling it in his hands. 'It would be too easy to say yes, and we both know what would happen.

'I don't care what happened in the past, as far as I am concerned, today is the first time I have met you, and I never sleepover on a first date,' he laughed.

'Does that mean I get to see you again?' She asked him. Simon nodded, 'I'll see you next weekend and I'll bring a change of clothing for the next day.'

Immediately she knew what he had implied; her face brightened as she did a little dance of joy.

Caroline called mid-week, it was a brief conversation as she told him she would be back after the coming weekend and that she had something she wished to ask him but refused to discuss it on the telephone.

He was due to meet Pippa again this coming weekend, intrigued by the young woman. With nothing much to do, he considered whether to pop round to his mother's but decided instead to have an early night while he still had a chance. Work the rest of the week seemed to drag as he realised that he was eager to see the young woman once more.

Washed and dressed on Saturday morning he made his way down to the station hoping to catch the train that would deposit him in the city, close to her flat. As he sauntered along her road, she again spotted him before he got to her door, rushing down and throwing her arms around his neck as she kissed him. 'You came,' she said shyly, as though she had doubted that he would turn up.

'Here I am,' Simon replied, 'And I'm all yours until tomorrow afternoon.'

Pippa turned away, taking his hand and dragging him indoors; if she had her way he would be here indefinitely.

'As the weather is nice, I thought we could have the day out, we can grab a meal early evening, go and have a few drinks, and then if you want, we can come back here and see what happens,' he teased her, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

'Oh, something is certainly going to happen,' she told herself as she nodded her consent. The day was the best she had experienced for a long time, there had been no talk yet of a relationship, but to Pippa, it felt like they were already in one. He was attentive to a fault, his hand constantly taking hers, or his arm would wrap around her shoulder as he pulled her close to him. They had fun and there seemed to be constant laughter as they told each other a little about their lives, though Pippa got the feeling that there were things that he had not disclosed.

Finally, after a few drinks, they arrived back at her flat, Pippa filled with trepidation. She was going to ask if he wanted coffee, but she never got the chance as he took her in his arms and kissed her lips. That simple thing left her breathless, as his hand traversed her hips, moving sensually up past her waist until they came to rest either side of her breasts. He paused teasingly, knowing what she wanted, but making her wait. And then his fingers caressed her small breasts and Pipa nearly collapsed from the pleasure. His hands moved down to her waist and then under her top, his touch against her bare skin making her shiver with delight. Slowly his hands moved upwards over her ribs, and then finally he was cupping her naked breasts, his fingers applying slight pressure to her sensitive nipples as she suddenly groaned loudly, her body shaking involuntarily.

Pippa could not believe that he had done it again, normally she could control her sensations, shutting her mind to them and just acting the part. But Simon seemed to be able to get past her defences, making her climax, just by his touch. She pulled her top over her head so that she was topless as she set to, unfastening the buttons of his shirt. She ran her hands over his bare muscular chest, savouring the touch of his skin as Simon reached behind her and slid the zip of her skirt downwards. It slipped from her hips leaving her stood there only in her tiny panties.

He helped her with his pants until finally, they stood together naked. lifting her easily, he carried her through to the bedroom and laid her on the bed before joining her. His hands and mouth caressed her breasts, they were smaller than either Gina or his sister, but Simon found them cute, acknowledging that they aroused him. Pippa's hand had gone straight to his groin, re-acquainting herself with his cock, she had forgotten how well-endowed he was, but she had managed it once before, so why would now be any different. Simon slid himself from her grip as he rained kissed across her ribs and stomach, constantly moving downwards.

She remembered the last time he had done this to her, she had not been expecting it and he had devoured her, instantly sending her over the edge. This time was no different, as his mouth found her fanny and went to work on it, he seemed able to elicit feelings and sensations that others could not. Simon's tongue darted in and out of her cunt, his lips and teeth exposing and nibbling at her clit as he sent her into raptures. She had wanted to wait for him, but presently she had no control over her body as minor climaxes shook her one after another. She'd had to ask him to stop, her fanny was too sensitive for him to continue sucking on her clit. He had allowed her time to relax as his kisses worked their way back up her torso until he took her in his arms and his lips met hers. The kiss was long and sensual, Pippa found herself floating, wrapped in his embrace, she could have stayed there forever. At last, she dragged him on top of her, desperately wanting to be fucked, this was what it had all been leading up to.

Simon teasingly rubbed his cock between her fanny lips, catching her clit each time, she responded by raising her hips to meet his, lulled into a false sense of security as suddenly his shaft penetrated and filled her cunt. Pippa's eyes opened wide, and she cried out as her love passage expanded. Once inside her, he paused before rocking back and forth slowly. As the minutes passed and her arousal increased, his momentum increased exponentially. By the time she climaxed, his hips had become a blur as he pounded her fanny, finally spurting his cream deep inside her as he attained his climax. Laying in each other's arms Pippa was contented, imagining this taking place every night. She had committed herself to him but at the back of her mind, she wondered about his relationship with Caroline.

They had made love till late, Pippa falling asleep in his arms and Simon still cradling her when her eyes had opened the next morning. She had watched him as he continued to sleep, knowing that already she was falling in love with him. Everything about their time together had been perfect except for one continual nagging doubt, how did Caroline fit into the conundrum, Simon had already told her he did not have those type of feelings for the other woman, but they had been together for quite a while now, that must count for something. She had made them breakfast after they had showered and dressed, it would soon be time for him to leave and it filled her with dread. Sat at her breakfast bar, she had to say something, even if it meant this would be the last time, she would see him, better to endure the pain now than to drag it out.

'I'm sorry Simon, but I've got to ask, where do we go from here, is this a bit of fun or is there a possibility it could lead to more, and where does Caroline fit into it all, she has been good to me and I have no desire to hurt her.'

At that point, most men would have been out of the door and it was to Simons merit that he was still there as he explained the situation. 'I've enjoyed my time with you and in a way, I'm sad to be going, there are no 'buts.' and I would dearly love to see more of you. This has been like a proper second date and I want to do it again and see how things develop, but I am not going to turn around and tell you at this point that I am in love with you. As for Caroline, perhaps it's not just a relationship of convenience, I do care for her but can never see a time that I tell her what she wants to hear.

I've explained it to her and presently we have both been content with our relationship. I know it's probably not the answer you were hoping for, but at the moment, that is all I can offer.'

It certainly was not what Pippa had wanted to hear, but she decided that for the moment she would accept what he had said. Her main concern she rationalised, was that if she was not with him, how was she going to win his affections. Simon left just after lunch, she watched him go from her window as he walked down her road.

'If you're missing me already, you'll turn around,' she said to herself, watching and waiting. He had covered almost half the distance and she was beginning to fear that he would not look back when he suddenly turned, giving her a broad smile and waved. She did a little dance in front of her window, her heart beating loudly in her chest.

The big house seemed quiet without Caroline's presence and so Simon decided to walk up to his mother's. There had been no ulterior motive for his visit, if anything, what he presently needed was advice and not necessarily the female company. Sam was upstairs with Gina when he arrived, so he was content to sit in the kitchen as he chatted with his mum. He explained his predicament.

'Do you love her?' She asked him. Simon just shook his head, 'I suppose it feels comfortable, but no, I'm not in love with her.'

'And what about this new girl, Pippa, how did you meet her?' She asked.

He hated lying to his mother but what could he say. He made up a story about meeting her in town one night which seemed to placate her for the moment,

'How do you feel about her?' She asked.

'I don't know properly yet; we have only been out a couple of times.' He smiled more to himself as he remembered their weekend together,

'Something about her fascinates me and I'd like the opportunity to get to know her better.'

Alison told him that at the very least he had to sit down and speak to Caroline when she returned because it was not fair to string her along if their relationship was going nowhere.

It was getting late when he decided to leave as he kissed his mother's cheek, Gina appearing downstairs closely followed by his sister.

'Hello stranger,' Sam said. It had been quite a while since anything had taken place between them and she had forgotten how strikingly handsome her brother had become. He wasn't a teenager anymore, having turned into a gorgeous man.

As he was heading back to Caroline's and out of courtesy, he offered to walk down with Gina as far as her home. Although they had stayed friends, they hadn't spoken much after the breakup. As they walked together, he asked about her family.

'Mum misses you, though now she has lost weight and is fitter, my father seems to be taking a lot more interest in her, all thanks to you I have to say,' she told him with a laugh.

At one point on their journey, she stopped. 'Do you mind?' she asked as she went to slip her arm through his.

Arm in arm they continued to stroll along as she asked how his life was going, 'Sam refuses to say anything about you, it's as though your life has become a secret.'

He walked a little further in silence before he answered, 'My life is even more complicated now than it ever was when I had you and Sam. It would be nice if one day it could just be simple again.'

As they reached her house, she released him, standing only a foot apart. 'Your trouble Simon is that you are too nice, at some point in time, every one of us has fallen for you and yet, you have always had the same problem, you don't want to hurt anyone. It's about time that you decided what you want, people get hurt all the time, that's life.' Gina stood on tiptoes as she kissed his cheek and said goodnight.

Caroline arrived back on Tuesday afternoon while he was still out at work. On his return, he found her both excited and distracted, as though she had something on her mind which was troubling her. 'I've been offered a business opportunity which could make me extremely wealthy,' she started to explain.

'There is one catch though. It means moving away from here.' Simon for some reason had it in his head that she meant within this country, perhaps fifty or a hundred miles away.

'It would mean moving to another country.' She said hesitantly, 'I'd love you to come with me.'

He knew immediately that he couldn't, he was happy here, content with the village and the town. And on top of that, it would take him away from his mother and Sam.

Shaking his head, he told her, 'I can't Caroline, I'm happy where I am. I know what you would like, but I'm sorry, while I enjoy what we have together, I do not love you, nor can I foresee a time when that may change.'

He noticed her eyes start to mist over, a tear running down her cheek as she nodded her head. 'I understand,' she told him, but Simon doubted that she did.

'I fear that if I did go with you, then eventually we would separate anyway. If you stay, then you will forever blame me for this missed opportunity. Perhaps this is how things should end. I owe you so much, but I would rather part as friends now, than try and make our relationship something it was maybe never meant to be.'

He could see she was upset, his natural inclination was to comfort her, but he remembered Gina's words, perhaps it was about time he made a decision based on what he wanted.

'I'm going to pack my few bits and pieces and then I shall go home. I wish you all the best for the future Caroline and I'm positive that there is someone out there who will give you the love you deserve.'

He left her crying quietly as he gathered his belongings together. He wanted to sneak away, but eventually plucked up the courage to face her one last time. Putting his bag by the front door, he went through to her lounge for the final time. 'I've put your key on the side,' he told her as they hugged, and he kissed her cheek before saying goodbye.

His mother and Sam were surprised to see him back so soon. He sat for a while with them both, telling them what had happened and what he had finally decided, he wanted. When he eventually turned in, it seemed strange to be in bed in his old room once more, not that he was alone for long as Samantha crept in.

'I can always keep you company,' she said with a mischievous smile.

Hugging her tightly, he kissed the top of her head. 'As much as I've missed you, not tonight Sam. I have a lot to think about and I wouldn't presume to give you anything but my full attention. Anyway, now I'm home again, I'm sure opportunities will arise.'

It was as she was about to leave that he said the sweetest thing to her. 'You know if only I could have felt about Caroline what I feel for you. Who knows where it may have taken me?'

Samantha's heart sang as she went back to her room, content that her brother loved her as much as she did him.

At work the next day he called Pippa, asking if she was free on Friday evening as he urgently needed to speak to her. They had made no plans for this coming weekend and by the tone of his voice, Pippa could only see it as bad news. On this occasion, she was not looking out for him when he arrived. Her heart was close to breaking and she had no desire to inflict more pain on it. She heard his knock on the door, inviting him in but forcing herself not to throw her arms around him. Sitting one at either end of her couch, Simon launched into his speech.

'Caroline's been offered a job opportunity, but it means moving away.' Pippa's stomach lurched at his words. 'She wants me to go with her......'

She could not stop the first few tears from appearing.

'But I've told her. No! I don't want to move abroad. I want to stay where I am. I've moved back home, and I suppose the reason I'm here, is to ask, is this just a bit of fun, or could it be a whole lot more?

Pippa just sat for several moments until his words sank in. And then the prettiest smile he had ever seen lit up her face as she covered the distance between them in seconds, her arms going around him as she buried her face in his chest.

'This can be everything we want it to be,' she told him as her heart thudded wildly in her chest.



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