0 comments/ 408723 views/ 72 favorites Accidents Will Happen By: thesexwiz It was 3 am and I feeling my way blindly through the living room of my mother's condo. I was a little shit faced from the party I had come from and to make matters worse I couldn't see 2 feet in front of my nose. I had to be quiet, as my mother would be extremely pissed off if she woke up and found me drunk and coming home past my curfew. Hell, I was fucking the shit out of my friend's drunken sister. There was no way I was going to come home at 11:00 pm when I had that opportunity. I was the fourth and last guy to fuck her tonight. Messy, but I took my time and did some really nasty stuff to her. She was lying on her stomach with her knees on her bedroom floor. She had her little nighty bunched around her waste. Cum was smeared all over her 18 year old ass and face. What a sight! I grabbed a washcloth out of the bathroom and cleaned her up. If I was going take my turn on her I would be damned if I would touch some other guys come. After I wiped the cum from her body I took a closer look at her. She was a blonde haired beauty who would get better and better looking the older she got. I remembered two guys earlier in the night talking about getting her shit faced after her brother Tony passed out. Then they joked about taking turns fucking her after she was wasted. When the party had winded down I went looking for them. Hoping to catch a glimpse of them banging her. Or maybe finding the leftovers, which is just what happened. I spread her little ass cheeks and took a closer look at her pussy. To my surprise it was shaved bald. I got more and more excited as I looked and decided not to waste any more time. I had taken a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom when I got the washcloth. Next I took my already hard 8 inches and greased it up. Her face was to the side and she breathed lightly in a drunken sleep. I stood there with my cock in my hand watching her face and thinking about what I was about to do next. Should I? I asked myself. I pondered this as I continued to stoke my meat. Sure! I answered myself. Why not? You don't often get the chance to fuck such a sweet young slut. I got on my knees and positioned myself behind her. I slid my cock up and down her crack to lube her up and then plunged into her hot cunt. She let out a gasp as I bottomed out in her slick little hole. Her eyes screwed up and her mouth opened with a gasp. "Oh!" she cried. "Mmpherg lsshhssher," she mumbled and slurred something un-intelligible. I pumped my cock out and back in, sawing at her young pussy. I moved my hips around in little circles trying to find her sweet spot. She let out another little moan letting me know I had found it. I then began to work it in earnest. Pumping my hard cock into her snatch and then giving my hips a little lift. I wanted to make her come. After all, even at 19 I knew it wasn't any fun taking all the time. You had to give a little if you know what I mean. This went on for some time with her breathing becoming heavier and deeper. Her little face was clenched up and her pouty little lips were open and inviting. "Oh! Whewww! Oh! Yeah!" she cried. "You like that you little slut?" I asked. I was surprised to hear her answer me. The answer was not what I was expecting either. The words passed through my body like electricity. Exciting me beyond belief. "Oh, yes Daddy! Fuck my little pussy Daddy!" she cried out. Holy shit! I almost stopped when I heard it not quite believing what she said. Her dad was fucking her and she must love it from the way she was taking to my cock. Wow! Just fucking her was weird, but to hear her say that was even stranger. I decided to go along with it as it was making me very, very aroused. "Are you Daddy's little whore?" I teased. "Yes Daddy! I'm a bad little girl! You have to punish my pussy Daddy... I've been very naughty!" she cried out slamming her ass against me. I began to pound her harder and harder feeling her nearing and orgasm. I was on the verge of cumming but I wanted to do something I had been thinking about for a long time. "Daddy has to punish his little whore daughter!" I told her. "Daddy wants you to spread your ass apart." She wasn't responding very well. She kept bucking her drunken body against mine. I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her. I gave her a few good hard slams with my cock and then put her little hands on her ass. "Spread them!" I barked. She quickly spread her ass apart. I pulled my cock out of her pussy with a slurpy sucking sound and placed it on her virgin ass hole. "Oh! No Daddy! You promised you wouldn't!" she cried. "Shut up you little fuck slut! I am your father and I know how to punish little slut whores when they are bad!" I played. "Now spread your ass wider!" I commanded. With a pop my cock plunged into her tight little asshole. "Ow! Daddy no! No Daddy! Please don't fuck my ass!" she whined. "It's so big in my ass daddy!" "Oh, fuck that's tight!" I moaned. "I'm going to fuck your little ass good and hard you little whore!" "Oh Daddy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck my ass Daddy! Make it hurt!" she was banging into me harder that ever, swallowing my cock into her little shitter. "I'm cumming Daddy! Fuck me harder! I'm so bad!" I grabbed her arms and pulled her into me as I fucked with all of my strength. I was banging the shit out of her! "Whewww! Ohhhhh...ungh! Fuck! Unggh yeah!" she convulsed. Cumming with a bucks and heaves. I soon followed suit filling her hot ass with cum. I must have pumped a gallon into her shitter because when I pulled my cock out it starting leaking non-stop. I got up and got dressed while she lay there with her eyes closed and a little smile on her face. Wow! I still didn't believe it. Her dad! Shit! Mr. Parker was fucking that shit out of his little daughter Suzy Parker. Man what a weird experience. I managed to find my way home and now here I was about to knock over a lamp or a vase at any minute. Shit. Bitch could have left the fucking stove light on at least. I felt my way to the arm of the couch and used it for balance while I took my clothing off. Thinking about fucking little Suzy was making my dick hard again. I figured I could beat off to relieve the pressure. As soon as I got my clothes off I leaned on the arm of the couch and flopped onto the cushions face first only to plant myself right on my mothers exposed breasts. "Ooof!" we both cried. "What the...?" she began. "Shit!" I exclaimed getting my arm tangle into her robe as I scrambled to get off of her. This in turn brought me down again onto her body. This time the robe was open and my hips landed between her legs. I felt my cock drag across her pussy. This panicked the both of us and we further entangled ourselves trying to get up. "Mark? What the fuck are you doing?" she yelled in a panicked voice. "Get off of me!" "Shit Mom! Sorry! I'm trying to. Stop moving your getting me tangled in your freaking robe!" I responded a little drunkenly. "Are you drunk?" she asked. For Christ sake! I am naked, pressed against my equally naked mother and she has the nerve to ask me if I am drunk? "Yes!" I snapped, a little annoyed. "I think we have other things to worry about!" "Don't you snap and me boy!" "Mom! Stop moving! You've got my watch tangled in your robe and the other is wrapped around the tie! Stop jerking around!" I cried out, trying to keep my rigid cock from touching her. Not that I had never thought about it. She was very attractive and shapely after all. Ooops. Don't think about those thing you idiot, I told myself. "You hold still. Let me get my legs up," she responded. "Are you naked Mark?" she asked. "Yes, and now so are you. Don't move your legs Mom!" I cautioned. But she brought her knees back and opened her legs wider. The action resulted in me falling on her again. This time chest to chest with my hard cock flat against her warm mound. Oh, shit. I thought. This is not good and I think she must have been having a wet dream because she was still wet and her pussy was open. "Mark!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing?" She bucked her body up and bounced me into to the air for a second. When I came down my rigid cock did the most unexpected thing. The chances of this getting any worse were astronomical. But with Murphy's Law comes the inevitable. My cock slid right into her wet pussy, plunging with out resistance the full 8 inches. Her legs involuntarily pinned me in the embrace. "OH!" We both cried, suddenly not moving the only sound was our heavy breathing. Her pussy felt incredibly hot and wet wrapped around my cock and I involuntarily pumped my hips, a purely instinctive reaction. "Oh, Mark!" she breathed heavily. "D-don't do that!" "Sorry! I couldn't help it." My mind was in a fog. This was my mother. But my God what a sweet pussy she had. This couldn't be happening. "M-m-mom? What do I do?" I stammered. My hips gave another twitched. "Mark... OH! D-don't please! Don't move. Just don't move," she groaned. "I can't help it. It feels amazing. Your so hot inside M-mom...I feel weird." I was just going to get a few more quick pumps in before she rolled me off of her. I had to. It felt incredible. Her large breasts were smashed against my chest and her body radiated heat like a furnace. I could feel her wet pussy leaking warm fluid down my balls. I pumped into to her with a little more vigor than before. I could feel and hear reaction to it. Her hips gave a jerk and she met my thrust with a moan. "Ohhh... no... no... this isn't right baby!" she moaned saying no to each upward thrust of her hips. "Mark. please stop. Don't do this," she begged as I began to fuck her with hard deep thrusts. "I can't stop Mom. It feels to good fucking you." I replied. "Mark!" she responded with astonishment at what I said. "Mark please I'm your mother... oh... God... Please Mark... no... oh... stop!" "Gosh Mom. Your pussy is so wet and warm. I have to fuck you." I resolved. I was going to finish fucking her. My fevered brain would not allow me to stop. Even if she is my mother! "Mark... NO!...God! Mark!... Fuck it... do it then!" she cried out. "Fuck Mommy Marky baby! Oh yeah! Fuck Mommy good!" She bucked, wrapping her long legs around me. "You like my cock in your pussy Mom?" I teased. "You like it when your son fucks it?" "Oh forgive me! Yes... I love it. Fuck me good and hard Mark!" I pounded her wet snatch with my rock hard cock. Banging her with everything I had. Her wet pussy was sucking onto my cock like a vise. Milking it for all it's worth. "Oh baby! It feels so good. It's been so long since I've been fucked good and hard! Come on baby! Give it to me! Make me come baby!" "Oh! Fuck Mom. I'm going to make you my whore! You want to be my whore Mom...huh?" I growled and her. "Your gonna be my fuck whore Mom. I'm gonna bend you over and fuck you when ever I want." "Yes!... Oh! Yes...ewwww...ungh...yes...fuck me like a whore baby...make Momma your whore...oh yes...fuck me hard...Oh...I'm gonna come... yes... ungh... oh... God!... fuck... ungh...!" Her body convulsed in orgasms. She thrust her hips upward with each of my strokes while her body jerked and twitched in an orgasm. I slid my cock out of her creamy hole. She moaned for me to keep going but I had other plans for my new whore. I managed to get my arms free and I flipped my mother's body over onto her hands and knees. Her ass was high in the air and I positioned my cock over her asshole. Two in one night was not bad at all. "Absolutely not!" My mother yelped and tried to scoot away. "No one has fucked my ass and your not going to be the first!" "You forget pretty quickly Mom. You're my slut now and if you want more cock in the pussy your going to do anything I want you to! Now hold the fuck still whore!" I ordered her like some cheap slut. She tried to pull away but I was having none of it. I forcefully pulled her back to me and rammed my slick cock deep into her ass. "OHH!!!" she cried. "Fuck it's tight. Mom, Gosh your ass is tight." I pumped into her making ass bounce with my relentless thrusts. "Mark! Fuck! You're fucking me like a cheap slut! Is that what I am to you now?" She moaned. "God! It does feel so good though. So big and hard in my ass!" "Fuck Mommy's ass baby! Give it to me good. Fill Mommy's asshole with your hot cum baby!" "Here I come Mom... Fuck! I'm gonna fill your ass with cum!" I screamed. "Fuck... ungh... yeah... take it slut." "Oh yeah. Come in my hole baby. Come in Mommy's fuck hole. Yeah! Fill me up!" She responded eagerly as I pumped ounce after ounce of cum into her ass. We collapsed in a tangle heap. Our bodies stuck together in a sweaty mess. Sleep soon claimed us. Accidents Will Happen "This is the last time Nancy, I mean it. We can't afford anymore accidents on our insurance; the premiums are going through the roof. If you have one ore accident I'm going to have to drop you from the policy," Dr Morris said as he gazed at his auto insurance bill. His wife Nancy just bowed her head and listened to his lecture as the effects of her fourth accident this year was reflected in the bill. It was not that she was a bad driver; it was that she always seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. "I'm sorry Honey. I promise it will never happen again," she said as she stared at him through deep green eyes, which lightly began to tear. He quickly felt very guilty and embraced her gently to him, while apologizing for making her cry. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself close as his hands began to move down to her firm behind. She opened her mouth and kissed him deeply on the lips as she felt his hands begin to explore her, and felt his cock begin to swell up against her. He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock, and realizing her was late for work, had to forcibly will himself to brake his embrace. As he was walking out the door he took one last look at her and began to regret his decision. Her dark shoulder length hair was pulled back behind her ears and her dark green eyes looked at him with a deep desire. She was dressed in a tight black belly shirt, which clung tightly around her 34 C breasts, and showcased her fabulous abs. She wore a matching skirt, that hung tightly around her toned legs, childbearing hips, and heart shaped behind. A mother of two and a former colligate soccer player, she kept herself in shape by long strenuous hours in the gym, and thousands of laps in the pool. As he gazed at her with her chest heaving and her eyes filled with lust, he mouthed the word tonight and quickly left for the office. At 3 pm her sister Donna came over to take Nancy's son Robbie and Donna's son Billy to soccer practice, but her car was in the shop and she asked Nancy to drive. After explaining the incident that happened this morning, Nancy was finally convinced to drive the boys and Donna to soccer practice. As they drove by a construction site Nancy tried hard to suppress the laugh she got when she heard the catcalls that cascaded down and looking over at Donna she could not blame the men for doing so. Donna was an aerobics instructor, and was dressed in a tight white tank top, that did little to cover her massive chest. Her blue spandex pants were pulled tightly around her magnificent behind and contoured her long toned hers. She pulled her long blonde hair back in a ponytail and stared at the world through light blue eyes. They pulled up to the field and as the boys joined their teammates, Donna and Nancy settled on to the bleachers and began to catch up on all the family gossip. The coach came on the field, and as the practice began Nancy could not take her eyes off him. He was about 20 she guessed as she stared at him, he was much taller than her husband was the first thought that came to her mind. The events of the morning with her husband had left her frustrated and extremely aroused. As she watched the display in front of her, her thoughts went back to the morning, the feel of her husband's hands on her ass and his cock pressing up against her caused her nipples to harden and her pussy to tingle. As the practice wore on she found herself being more and more taken with him, she wondered what he was like and felt a little guilty when she realized that he was beginning to turn her on, until she was snapped back to reality by Donna. "He looks good doesn't he?" Donna said as she smiled at Nancy drooling all over herself. "Oh I was just thinking of something else. I'm sorry," Nancy replied "I know what you were thinking of and who you were thinking of. His name is Rich and he is a student over at state college," Donna giggled as she saw Nancy squirm. "Donna I am happily married to your brother so knock it off. I have never strayed nor will I ever so could we please drop this," Nancy replied sternly. "Hey who said anything about straying? God you might think I said you were fucking him, so just calm down I didn't mean anything by it. Besides you are only looking," Donna said as she put her arm around Nancy. "I'm sorry Donna your right. I don't know what came over me," Nancy smiled back to her. "Yeah don't be so sensitive, besides I'll bet he can fuck forever," Donna laughed. With that both girls fell into a fit of laughter and the conversation turned back to the big family reunion they were planning in a few months. Finally the practice ended and Nancy and Donna rounded up their flock and headed for the car. As they were pulling out Nancy dropped her cell phone and as she bent down to get it another car cut in front of her and stopped at the traffic light. To late Nancy saw the car in front of her, and the big SUV slammed into the back of the hatchback crumpling it's rear fender. They pulled over on the side of the road and got out to inspect the damage. Nancy's SUV was fine, but the hatchback was in bad shape. The rear fender had been twisted like pretzel and the back windshield was broken. The driver of the hatchback got out and Nancy looked right into the face of her son's soccer coach. "Hi coach Rich," the boys said as he inspected the damage. "Hi fellows," Rich replied. "I am so sorry about this sir. I could not stop," Nancy explained. "Well this is what insurance is for," Rich said as looked at Nancy and began to be taken by her beauty. Her green eyes seemed to look deep into his soul and the strain of her breasts on the belly shirt was making it difficult for him to meet her gaze. When he saw Donna he moved his backpack in front of him to camouflage his now noticeable erection. "I was hoping we didn't have to report this to the insurance company. I will pay for your car to be fixed," Nancy pleaded with him. "Well my car is ruined. I need to report this to the insurance company, besides it's going to cost a few thousand dollars to fix this. I don't see how I can't report it," Rich replied. Nancy then explained her situation with her husband and that she could not afford another accident on her record. Rich tried to listen to her, but was being distracted by her beautiful green eyes and large breasts, and kept trying to cover the increasing bulge in his pants. Donna came to the defense of her sister and pleaded for his help in not reporting it. She also noticed his bulge and smiled slightly when she saw him try to hide it. After a few minutes Donna asked Rich to excuse Nancy and herself so they could discuss the matter in private for a minute. "What am I going to do Donna? I am so fucked," Nancy said as she paced nervously. "Look I have an Idea here, but before you hear it we have to agree that we never tell anyone about it, not even our husbands. Ok?" Donna said. "Sure Donna. What is your idea?" "Ok it's a little off the wall, but I think it will work. Offer him a blowjob," Donna said. "What the hell are you talking about Donna? Are you insane? If you want to live out some kind of sex fantasy you do it without me! I am a married woman for God's sake, and so are you!" Donna yelled at her. "Look will you calm down for a minute here and listen. I know this sounds crazy, but I think it is the only way. Beside you can't tell me that you are not hot for him, I saw the way you were looking at him. And what is the big deal here? I'm betting that he will refuse it and be so embarrassed that you offered it that he will forget about reporting this to the insurance company and just agree to let you pay him off." "The big deal is that I am married to your brother and I have never cheated on him. I have been a faithful wife, and you of all people, his sister, should know that!" "I am well aware of that but I also know my brother and if he says that's it, then it's final. Besides you are not cheating on him you are just getting out of a tough spot. And by presidential definition it's not sex, but I would not worry about it because I know the coach will refuse this and allow you to pay him off," Donna said as she grasped Nancy's shoulder. Nancy and Donna continued to argue for some time until Donna's persistence finally wore Nancy down. She agreed that she would do it, but no matter how many times she tried to rationalize it to herself it still felt wrong to her somehow. She thought it was crazy to offer to take this man into her mouth in exchange for allowing her out of the accident, and even crazier to think he would be embarrassed and turn her down. Donna had worn her down to the point that Donna's logic seemed at least somewhat feasible, but something still seemed wrong. A tingling between her legs told her that the very thought of this was causing her arousal, and try as she may to brush the thoughts aside; they continued to flourish inside of her mind. She felt in her heart that she would be betraying her husband, but she was left with no other alternative. "Ok I'll do it, but you have to help me. How do I go about asking him?" Nancy asked. "Don't worry about it I will take care of it. I think he will agree to this because he has had a massive hard-on since he saw you. I must admit I am a little jealous," Donna said as they walked back to Rich. "Now go in the back of the SUV, while I get the boys and talk things over with Rich," Donna said as she pointed to the boys who were now playing soccer. Nancy got in the back of the SUV and closed the door. She could see Donna and Rich talking from her vantage point and saw Rich's jaw suddenly drop during their conversation. He pussy began to tingle again when she saw his reaction and imagined his surprise at Donna's unusual offer. Rich began to smile and he shook Donna's hand, as she left to go play with the boys, and he began to walk towards the SUV. Nancy began to sweat as she saw him approach; a million thoughts went through her mind as he walked slowly towards her. She wanted to leave, report the accident and throw herself on the mercy of her husband. She had her hand on the door when she looked down at his pants, and seeing his bulge, began to change her mind. Her juices began to flow as she judged him to be much larger than her husband and began to rationalize this action to herself as just that, an action. It was not cheating on her husband if she didn't enjoy it, she told herself. He knocked on the door and when she opened it he sat down next to her and closed it. The windows were tinted black so they were in relative privacy. "Look I don't know what Donna told you, but I am a married woman and don't want to do this," Nancy said as she looked into his eyes. "Ok then I'll report it to the insurance company. I think it would be better that way anyway, and to be honest this makes me a little uncomfortable," Rich said as he began to leave the backseat. "Wait! Stop! Let's just get this over with," Nancy exclaimed as she pulled him back into the SUV. As she pulled him back in, she glanced down at his pants and her juices hit overdrive when she saw his bulge. "Look I don't want to get in any trouble here. I think the best course of action is to let the insurance company figure it out. Besides, you said you don't want to do this and I don't want you to do anything you don't want to," Rich replied while his erection grew stronger as he glanced at her heaving chest and her hard nipples. "It's Ok. I am comfortable doing this if you will agree not to report our accident. D o we have a deal?" "Yes we have a deal," Rich said as he slowly unzipped his pants. Nancy inhaled sharply as his cock sprang free from its tortuous containment. She stared intently at it and realized with a sense of excitement that it was a good four inches longer than her husbands, and much thicker. He moaned slightly as she wrapped her hand around it and began to gently stroke it. She stroked him a few more times before she lowered her head, and took him into her mouth. He moaned with pleasure as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat, her head bobbing faster and faster. "Oh…Nancy…Oh ...please…God," he moaned as he slid hishand under her skirt and sliped a finger under her thong and into her soaking wet pussy. Her eyes widened as she felt the illicit thrill of another mans hand inside of her, and her pace increased as she felt his finger slide in and out of her. She moaned deeply as she felt him fingering her faster and faster and her pace increased as she felt his fingers find her clit. "Oh Nancy…Oh…..NANNNNNN," he cried as he exploded into her mouth. She sucked harder and created a vacuum seal, as she swallowed all of his seed. He then slid his fingers out of her, and pulling her up to his face, he began to suck her juices off his hands. She kissed him deeply as his hands groped her firm ass and pulled up her tight skirt. She moaned deeply as she felt him pull up her belly shirt and begin to suckle from her breast. "Oh Rich we must stop now baby….no more…baby," she cooed as he pulled her tightly against her and she was blissfully unaware that his cock was now back to full height. He gently moved her thong aside and pulled the recline lever on the side of the seat, and pulling he close to him, slid his whole length into her as the seat reclined back. "Oh my God rich no! Please stop this now," she cried as she felt his massive cock stretch and burrow deep inside of her. He made no reply as he just held her tightly and thrust slowly in and out of her. "Please Rich…..I can't baby….oh stop….baby…so wrong," she moaned as his pace continued and she involuntarily began to respond. She could feel the pleasure begin to build inside of her and her will to stop him evaporated and she was consumed by an all encompassing desire to fuck him. "Yeah Rich…Do it baby…fuck me….let me ride this big fat cock…c'mon baby," she bellowed as she began to ride him hard. She gripped him hard around the shoulders as he continued to thrust himself deep inside of her. Suddenly the front door of the SUV opened and Donna stared in wide eyed shock. "Shut the fucking door," Nancy growled as Donna jumped in and closed the door behind her. Donna looked over the spectacle in front of her as she moved to the back of the SUV. She saw Nancy's face, a mask of lust and desire, and a fire began to burn between her legs as she saw the animalistic passion in her friend as she continued to impale herself on this mans large cock. Donna slipped a hand under her spandex and began to rub herself as her brother's wife continued to fuck her son's soccer coach. "What are you waiting for? I'm sure the man is hungry," Nancy said as she grinned at Donna through lust filled eyes. Donna quickly pulled off her skin tight spandex and her drenched thong, then quickly straddled Rich's chest and positioned her sex inches from his mouth. She then slowly eased herself forward and felt an electric tinge and Rich's tongue made contact with her pussy. She moaned deeply as his tongue gently stroked her lips, and teasingly thrust in and out of her feminine garden. "Oh God……Oh baby……Oh…my God…..eat me honey….oh God baby," Donna as Rich's tongue delved deep inside of her, savoring her sweet taste, and pleasuring her to the extreme. Nancy was lost in lust as she continued to ride and could fell the waves of pleasure begin to overtake her, she moaned deeply and began to pound Rich harder. "Fuck me baby…oh God…oh Rich…..OHHHHHHHHHH," Nancy cried as she felt the wave of pleasure engulfed her and a sweet release came upon her. As she lay on top of him she felt him tighten under her and she could hear his muffled moan as he exploded deep inside of her, his seed pumping strait into her fertile valley. "Oh Rich…oh baby…oh…ohhhhhhhhh," Donna cried as her pleasure erupted inside of her and she came with a fury. Rich was deluged with her juices, and lapped up all that he could and breathed deeply as Donna got off his chest. The three of them lay there exhausted as the sweat poured out of their bodies. After a while they composed themselves and agreed not to report anything to the insurance company, and that they would meet for lunch later in the week. But that is another story... Accidents Will Happen When the doorbell rang I thought it was Kev back early from work. We'd only just moved on to the Reader Estate and I figured that maybe he'd forgotten his keys. I was unpacking boxes but I'd dressed up a bit for him. You know, short skirt, tight top, high heels, a bit of lipstick in all the right places - he hadn't been showing much interest recently. So I just called out, "Come on in!" Then I bent over a box as provocatively as I could. Well, you should have seen the colour I went when in walked one of the new neighbours. German she was. Or at least she had some sort of accent. She had a bossy attitude too but she was friendly enough. I think she saw the funny side. Magda, that's her name. She soon got me chatting, found out that Kev was a salesman and away a lot; found out that I used to do a bit of waitressing and bar work. That was when she offered me the job. "We call it the Reader's Wives Club." She said. "But it's only a joke really, because we all, well most of us, live on the Reader Estate and we're all wives and girlfriends of chaps who are off at work all day. It's not even a club really, just a few people getting together; people with something in common." "Anyway, four of us are meeting for some drinks on Friday afternoon and it would be a treat if you would be our waitress; serve drinks and nibbles, that sort of thing." She looked me up and down. "I'd supply the outfit and I'd pay cash. So you can buy a few extras for the house. It would give you a chance to meet a few of your other neighbours too." Well, I had to say yes really, didn't I? Besides Magda has a way of not taking no for an answer. I was going to tell Kev all about it but when he got home, late, he was tired, again, and couldn't take anything in. He didn't even look at my outfit. ************ I got to Magda's early. Well, I wanted to show willing. Her place is much bigger than mine and Kev's, up the posher end of the estate. Magda was really dressed up. Seamed stockings, a leather skirt cut to mid thigh, and a matching bustier top. Nothing cheap though. It was all designer stuff. She looked good. More like she'd dressed for a lover than for a few drinks with friends. She showed me where everything was, the drinks and the food. She was very particular about the order in which things were to be served and what they were to be served on. She even told me who was a smoker and gave me a little silver lighter so I could light their cigarettes. She made me practise on her at least twice. "Smoking is not a good habit to have." She said, "But if you must smoke then smoke like you are in a movie." That's what she did too. She even had a cigarette holder. Very Marlene Dietrich. While all this was going on she made sure that I got a couple of glasses of Champagne down me. She had some too but she made me drink more. She told me that it might be the only chance I'd get because I'd be tied up, working all afternoon. She showed me round her house, well most of it, finishing in what Magda referred to as a 'Guest bedroom'. There was an outfit on the bed and it slowly dawned on me that this was where I was expected to get changed. She left me to it. Well, I say left me to it, but actually she was in and out, in and out; checking that every thing fitted, that my make-up was OK. Like I say, she's friendly but firm is Magda. She likes things done her way. She caught me naked twice. She didn't seem embarrassed though and I wasn't going to let her know that I was. I put it down to her being German. I mean they have all those nudist camps and that don't they? If I thought her outfit was a bit over the top then mine came as quite a surprise. She'd only gone and got me this sexy maid's outfit hadn't she! It had, like, a Chippendale collar - you know, a starched shirt collar with a bow tie round it, but no shirt attached. The dress was black - a skin tight mini-dress. Except it was more like an extra long boob tube. It fitted like a dream. I checked the label and it was by some French designer, so maybe I shouldn't have been surprised. It's a good job I work out otherwise I'd have looked a sight. As it was I looked great. Even though I'd worn more decent costumes in some of the clubs I'd worked in I had to admit that this made me look sexy. Magda certainly has the eye for what looks good on someone. There was a little apron to go with it which was OK, but the shoes she'd got me were really high. I mean I've walked in some heels in my time but these were higher than anything I'd ever worn. Mind you they did great things for my legs. I figured that it was her party; she was paying, so I'd dress any way she wanted. I did begin to wonder just who it was that was coming for 'afternoon drinks'. I didn't have to wait too long to find out. Soon after I was ready Magda told me to 'position myself by the front door'. There was a big mirror just behind it and I could see how I looked. The heels made walking quite difficult and when I did my boobs bounced up and down - even though they were pretty firm. Well, Magda wouldn't let me wear a bra under a dress like that would she? Said it would spoil the line. I only got to keep my knickers on because they were so high cut and flimsy that they didn't show through the material. Every now and then I had to pull the top of the dress up so that my boobs didn't fall out. Though I couldn't pull it too hard in case I ended up showing everyone my bottom. I was beginning to feel quite nervous about this. And sexy. Though I didn't tell Magda about that. I just told her about the nerves. She gave me another glass of bubbly to steady them. I'm pretty sure that my nipples were beginning to give me away though. Then the guests started to arrive. First was Sonia, a blonde and, although English, clearly cut from the same bossy mould as Magda. She was older but she'd dressed up too, which wasn't so surprising anymore. Clearly the Reader's Wives Club liked to strut their stuff. She let me take her coat and paused to look at me before continuing her conversation with Magda. It wasn't the sort of look I was used to getting from a Woman. Her eyes were hungry, predatory. I couldn't put a name to it. She nodded at me, but she didn't address me directly at all. The other two arrived together, laughed at their own lateness, and laughed at the other two's stern faces. They looked like identical twins though I later found out that they weren't. They had grown up on the Estate, become friends and always did their best to dress identically, even when they were at school. They had married on the same day, at the same service. To cap it all they were both called Helen. Magda had obviously told them a bit about me. They asked how I was finding the Estate, where exactly my house was, that sort of thing. They said they would show me where the local gym was. They were much more fun than the other two. They gave me the same sort of look though. That predatory thing that I had seen in Sonia's eyes flashed across theirs too. I recognised it this time. They looked at me the same way a man does when he's sizing up a woman. Something tingled down my spine. I took their coats and looked, embarrassed, at the floor. Magda led them in. Then she turned and looked at me too; but in her eyes I could read nothing. Except that it was time to serve the Champagne. It didn't take them long to get going. After a few glasses they were laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl gang. I'd sneaked a couple of swigs myself in the kitchen so we were all pretty well oiled. Magda called for some more and as before I filled four glasses and placed them on the tiny tray that she had given me to carry the drinks. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the heels or a tuft in the carpet but just as I tottered over to Sonia to give her a new glass I tripped up and tipped the whole lot onto the floor. Apart from my shriek there was a sudden silence. Magda leaped up and sort of dragged me into the kitchen and began to scold me in German, hissing under her breath. I didn't understand much of it but I could tell that she wasn't happy. After a while she spoke in English. "Stupid!" She said, with considerable force. "You will get out there and clean up that mess. On your hands and knees. Or I will not pay you!" Before I could reply she had continued. "I told you to carry that tray with two hands! Two! I will make sure you do so in future!" I was almost frozen I can tell you. Which is why it was so easy for her to grab some sticky tape from nearby and tape my wrists together. Then she put a cloth in my hands and said, "Now go. Go on, clean up your mess." I was bright red when I walked back out there in those impossible heels. Three sets of eyes turned to watch me. You might wonder why I did as I was told and didn't just walk home but then that's the difference between you and me. I felt bad about spilling the drinks. I wanted to make amends. I did want to make some new friends; and I wanted to stay at Magda's. Her strength was somehow attractive. I'm not saying it was easy but I just looked at the floor, while they looked at me. None of them spoke while I mopped the floor with the cloth. I was on my hands and knees as Magda had told me and I could feel her watching from the doorway. One of the Helen's said, "She's got a nice arse. Look how it sways from side to side." Then she, or someone, trailed their fingers across my curvy buttocks. Sonia said. "It deserves spanking for what she just did." The hand stopped and hovered above my backside. Or at least I thought so from my kneeling position. Having my hands bound was making balancing difficult. "Go on," said the other Helen, and laughed. "I dare you." The hand cracked down onto one bum cheek and then on to the other. I continued scrubbing and they all laughed. "That'll teach her." Said Magda. Soon after that I finished with the cloth and went to replenish their glasses once more. In the kitchen I felt my bum. It was hot where I had been hit. I rubbed it as best I could but it was difficult with hands that were taped together. I suppose I did deserve it. Still it had come as a bit of a shock. I couldn't help noticing that rubbing it was feeling quite nice though. Sort of spreading the warmth around. It was difficult as well to refill the Champagne glasses while I was taped at the wrists; but I had to admit that carrying the tray was easier. Once I had successfully given them more drinks I began to relax again. I shouldn't have though. I'd forgotten that the dress kept riding down. With my wrists bound I couldn't pull it up properly and it was while I was lighting a cigarette for Magda that the inevitable happened. I was holding out the lighter as Magda had earlier instructed when I felt first one and then the other boob slip out of the top of the dress. Magda held her cigarette away from the light and smiled at me. "Very pretty." She said. "Oh dear, she needs something to hold her dress up" Said one of the Helens. "Like erect nipples!" Said the other, and they all laughed. They paused, as if waiting, then Sonia interrupted the silence. "I may have just the thing." "You would!" Said both the Helen's at once. I had started to move but Magda hissed at me to stay where I was. I wanted to please her, so I did. Sonia moved towards me and mouthed first one and then my other teat, bringing both to hardness. No-one has ever really described what having your nipples sucked is like for me. It's about being a mother, being a baby and a million other things but most of all it's about the magic tingle that goes straight from my tits to my fanny. I had brought my hands up to push her away but they remained poised above her head torn with a desire to pull her closer. When both nipples were standing out proud from my chest Sonia quickly fixed a metal clamp onto each one. The pain was sharp, causing me to suck my breath in. They had little weights on and I could feel them bouncing against my naked skin. Somehow though the pain all got mixed up with the magic tingle and I ended up with a familiar sexual hunger in the pit of my stomach. It was tinged with something darker than usual though. Something more needy. My lips parted and I breathed again. When I opened my eyes I found Magda staring at me, cigarette holder still in hand. I knew what she wanted and with a supreme effort leant forward and lit her cigarette. The weights dangled and bounced against me, pulling at my nipples, sending a shiver down my spine. I walked back to the kitchen knowing that their eyes were upon me. I swung my arse just that little bit extra to let them know that I knew. I passed the large mirror on my way and caught a glimpse of myself. I looked good. I felt sexy; I was aroused. They began to clap as I left their view. Magda called out, "Bring us something to nibble." We all knew that they just wanted me in there. To continue their game. I surprised myself with how much I wanted to be back there as well. Still, I made them wait a little while; but it wasn't too long before I was tripping along the return journey, a bowl of nuts held precariously in my hands. I'd worked out the rules of the game by now and I was ready to play. Just to tease them I placed the nuts perfectly on the side table as instructed. It was when I turned away that I made my mistake by 'accidentally' knocking the glass of bubbly that Sonia held in her hand so that it spilt over her tight top and skirt. Some of it actually went down her cleavage making her breasts glisten with moisture. The twins laughed. Even Magda smiled a little. "You'll pay for that." Laughed one Helen. "I do hope so." Giggled the other. It was Magda I had my eyes on though. It was her house, her party. She was the ring leader. She looked at me and nodded. "Spank her, Sonia." She said. Sonia needed no encouragement. She quickly made me get down on all fours again. This time I was facing Magda who perched herself, knees together, on the edge of her seat, eager to see how I dealt with this part of my seduction. The other three were all behind me watching Sonia unveil my scantily knickered backside. She pulled up the hem of the dress to my waist until I was to all intents and purposes completely naked. The dress hung around my waist as if it were nothing but a belt and soon my lacy pants, my last protection, were hanging forlornly around my ankles. The weights on my breasts pulled at my nipples. They began to throb in response. My pussy answered the call as well, lips swelling. I kept my eyes on Magda though and she kept hers on me. I wanted her to drink in every nuance of my punishment and I wanted to see what effect I was having on her. Sonia spanked me. Her rhythm was regular and the intensity of each blow increased as she went on. I could feel my bum getting hot and then the heat spreading to my cunt. Every now and then she stopped and gently ran her fingers across my red skin. It made me jump and it turned me on. They all knew it, especially Magda. I wanted her to. It was during one of these pauses that I felt the twins kneel on either side of me. Their hands found a hanging weight and they pulled gently, then harder, teasing more sensation from my clamped nipples. I felt them lean across me towards each other and I knew that above my back they were kissing. For a moment I put my head down and looked back between my parted thighs. I could see Sonia's patent heels moving slightly away from me and knew that she was about to spank me again. The first crack of her hand brought my head up sharply and there I found Magda's eyes on mine once more. Peripherally I became aware that each of the Helens were using their free hand to touch themselves. Then I felt Sonia's fingers on my pussy lips. I gasped. Magda just looked at me. She lit her own cigarette and blew smoke into my face. Sonia teased me, working me from moistness to wetness with one hand, spanking me with the other. All the time Magda's eyes were drinking me in. When Sonia's fingers entered me I called out Magda's name. When she rubbed at my clitoris I licked my lips. When she spanked me I groaned for more. Sonia had three fingers inside me, pumping in and out. Her other hand fell regularly on to my aching backside. "Ah!" I said. One Helen and then the other began to twist my nipples, hard and then harder. "Aaah!" I said. Sonia stopped slapping my arse-cheeks and started slapping my pussy. "AAH!" I Cried, "AAH!, AAH!", in time with her rhythm. "OHHHH!", I sighed, as I backed my fanny onto her cupped palm, "OOOAAH!", As Magda, in front of me, slowly lifted her skirt and teasingly spread her legs to show me her hairless cunt. "AAAAH YES!" I yelled as I came more violently than I ever had before. In the calm after the storm I was dimly aware of the two Helen's walking off, hand in hand towards another of Magda's Guest Bedrooms. After a time Sonia followed them. Perhaps she would join in, perhaps not. I didn't really care. I looked up. Magda was still seated. "Come, liebchen." She said, and I began to crawl towards her. I knew what she wanted, knew that I wanted her to have it. She didn't have to say anything; but she likes to humiliate me, so she did. "You have some more cleaning to do." She said. Then she lifted her skirt once more. "With your tongue." Accidents Will Happen! "I told you we should have taken a taxi," Mark said to his wife, Sally as they surveyed the damage to the front of their car. "Oh come on Mark! I may have had a few drinks tonight, but I'm not that drunk." Mark sighed. Sally always seemed to get her own way in the end. He had not been happy about her driving them home from the party that night. However much she claimed that she was not drunk, he knew that she had consumed several glasses of wine and was now slurring her words slightly. The argument had continued in the car, and almost to prove a point, Sally had driven faster than usual, the tyres squealing on this deserted mountain road. Deserted that is, until another vehicle pulled out in front of them. It all seemed to happen so fast. There was a flash of headlights, a loud crash and suddenly they had impacted the side of the other car. As he and his pretty wife inspected the damage to their own vehicle, Mark sighed again as he watched a tall, good looking man climb from the other damaged car and walk towards them. "Real sorry bout that, guys" he drawled, sidling up to them. "Just didn't see you as I pulled out." Before Mark had a chance to reply, Sally interrupted. "Damn right you're sorry!" She spat vehemently, the alcohol effecting her voice. "Look at the damage to my car. You must be blind or something!" The stranger had expected a reaction, but was surprised when he immediately noticed that she seemed to be under the influence of strong drink. "Well, you seemed to have had a bit of a drink tonight, I think." His attitude changed from that of apology, as he challenged her. "So what if I have?" "Well, it's against the law I'm afraid, sweetheart!" "What, so you're a cop now are you?" said Sally sarcastically. "No, but now I'm thinking it would be a good idea to call one!" Mark interrupted the argument as he saw his wife's face turn white. "Now, hold on there, man. Surely we don't need to get the cops involved, I'm sure we can sort this out between ourselves?" he looked inquiringly at the tall stranger. "What do you suggest?" "Well," Mark continued. "What if we each pay for the damage to our own cars, and forget the whole thing happened?" The stranger laughed. A deep hollow sound emitting from his lips. "Hmmm. I don't know about that now. Seems to me, the little lady was driving a bit too fast. And also drinking?" He shook his head slowly from side to side in mock disapproval. "I think you may have to do a little better than that, if you don't want me to call the cops!" "OK. So how much do you want?" The stranger laughed again. Mark had become aware that the man had been staring directly at Sally throughout the discussion, and it had made him slightly uneasy. "Do I look like I need your money? No, I was thinking of an entirely different form of payment!" Once again, Mark followed the strangers eyes as they centred on his wife. Sally was propping herself up against their damaged car for support. She was obviously feeling a little dizzy now, and looked relieved that Mark appeared to be dealing with the situation. Mark looked back at the strangers smirking face and realised what he had in mind. "You cannot be serious!" He blurted out. "No. No way!" "OK. Fine" the man said as he pulled his cell phone from his inside pocket. "I'll just make that call to the cops then!" Mark interrupted before he had chance to dial. "OK...OK...Wait a second, let me speak to my wife." Mark walked the short distance to where Sally was swaying gently, propped against the car. He began to explain the situation as she listened, drunkenly. "What! You mean to say I got to blow this guy, or he calls the cops?" "That's about it, honey" Mark replied. "Come on. We've done this before. I'll be there all the time to make sure nothing goes wrong, then we can go home and forget the whole incident." Mark felt a familiar twinge of excitement build in his loins as his petite wife lowered her eyes and slowly nodded her head in agreement. It was true, they had done this many times before, but never in such strange circumstances. Over the past couple of years, Mark had become accustomed to watching Sally blow other men (and the occasional girl!) as he watched from a safe distance. Visions of her long brown hair cascading down her back as she took an assortment of erections into her mouth and the thoughts of calloused hands of hard working labourers and construction workers contrasting with the pale, creamy flesh of his wife's breasts, danced before his eyes. They had both found this extension to their sex life extremely fulfilling, but this current situation almost seemed forced, coerced somehow, and he for one, found it even more exciting. As he walked back towards the stranger to complete the negotiations, he tried to control his excited breathing. "OK. Sally's up for it. Where do you want to do it?" "Hmmm. Your car, I think." The stranger replied almost casually. Mark sat in the front seat as the other man opened the back door, and taking Sally by the hand led her into the rear of the vehicle. As Sally's hand went almost automatically towards the mans crotch, he stopped her with a wicked smile on his lips. "Oh no." He said. "I think my silence is worth more than a quick blow-job!" "Now, just wait a min....." Mark started, but the other man cut him off. "No. You wait a minute. I'm in control here. You will both do as I say, or I make that call. Do you both understand?" Mark and Sally both nodded their agreement. "Good. Now lets get a better look at those tits that I've been looking at for the last twenty minutes!" Due to the fairly cramped space in the back of the car and also the fact that she was a little drunk, Sally fumbled for several seconds with the buttons of her blouse. Eventually the last button was unfastened and she reached behind her and loosed the white silk bra. As it fell away, both men seemed to gasp. Although Mark had obviously seen her ample charms before, he never tired of the excitement of a third party seeing them for the first time. The stranger stared at the creamy, white globes that sloped gracefully downwards. Quite firm with very little sag and capped with long, rose pink nipples. Immediately the mans hands went out and cupped the large orbs. Sally moaned slightly as his strong fingers found her nipples and started to squeeze gently, becoming slightly more aggressive as he was inspired by her verbal encouragement. Her nipples began to grow under his touch as he manipulated them between his fingers, rolling them sensuously and pulling them away from her breasts. Leaving one hand to tease her breast, the man let his other hand fall to her thigh and slide under her short pleated skirt. Sally moaned louder as the hand began to drift higher under her skirt, tracing patterns across her naked thigh with long, well manicured fingernails until they reached the fabric of her tiny bikini panties. She gasped out loud as she felt the hand slide into the elastic waistband and then journey downwards towards her soft, smooth pussy. As the man slid his finger along the slick folds of her vaginal lips he spoke briefly to Mark. "Mmmmmmm.....how did you know I love shaved pussy!" And this bitch is already wet for it, man!" "Oh god, yes!" gasped Sally as she heard his voice and felt his finger sing deep into her hairless pussy. "Fuck me with your finger....mmmmmm......I'm gonna cum... soon... please... more... faster... yes... yes... YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS." The man's fingers pounded into her wet hole as she convulsed into orgasm. As her juices flooded down onto his hand, he quickly shoved another digit into her pussy, and slid a further wet finger down lower and penetrated her tight nether hole. Sally screamed out loud as she felt the warm, wet finger slide easily into her butt. Her body shook again as she crashed into another deep, satisfying orgasm. As her climax eventually subsided, Sally felt the stranger withdraw his fingers. With some surprise, she heard herself moan in protest as the finger was withdrawn from her tight ass. She had been fingered there before, of course, and once or twice been fucked in that smallest of holes, but the excitement she had experienced as he drove his digit deep into her as she came was, frankly, sensational. She knew that she wanted more. For now though, the stranger seemed to have other ideas. Quickly unzipping himself, he put his hand into his underwear and pulled out a monster cock. Both Sally and Mark looked at it in awe. It must have measured at least eight inches and was not even fully erect yet. Motioning to Mark, the man spoke in a calm, casual voice. "Your turn now, buddy! Lean over the seat and take me in your mouth. Get me nice and hard!" Mark hesitated in shocked surprise. This was new. He had never harboured any kind of homosexual fantasies before. The idea had never disgusted him, it was just that the situation had never presented itself before. However, here he was now, with a very large penis being waved in his face and being ordered to suck on it! He knew the consequences should he decide not to comply. He could not do that to Sally, this would be her second drunk driving charge and it was likely that this time she would do some jail time. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Mark leant over the seat. His hand touched it first. It felt warm and strong. As his fingers circled the thick shaft he felt it twitch beneath his touch and swell a little. Guiding the large organ towards his mouth, he tried to remember how his wife had always done this to him, how she had always brought him pleasure. Closing his lips around the huge, mushroom shaped head, he let his hand drift down to the mans large, hairy balls and cupped them gently. He let his tongue swirl around the sensitive underside, licking up and down the long hardening shaft. He concluded that the taste was not at all bad. The stranger was obviously very particular about his personal hygiene, and Mark, beginning to enjoy the textured sensation, opened his eyes. As he began to bob his head up and down, slowly stoking the now solid shaft, he could see Sally, sprawled face down on the seat next to the other man. The stranger had a big smile on his face. He was reveling in the sensation of an extremely good blow-job, whilst methodically sinking one finger into sally's soaked vagina and another into her equally wet asshole. For her part, Sally was moaning and sighing almost continuously, as she held her buttocks wide open with both hands so as to allow the mans fingers deeper access. "That'll do for now." he ordered, pushing Marks head away from his erect penis. "Time to take a piece of your wife's pretty little ass!" Mark, almost reluctantly, let the hard cock slip from his lips as he continued to watch. With Sally still sprawled face down and holding her ass cheeks apart, it was a fairly simple manoeuvre for the man to remove his fingers and climb on top of her. "Oh..no!...please don't stop!" cried Sally as she felt the emptiness that the withdrawal of his fingers left. "Don't ya worry, pretty lady." the man drawled salaciously. "I'm gonna fill you up again real soon!" Sitting astride Sally's upper thighs, her smooth round ass was staring straight up at him. The pert, round globes were perfect as she held them open for him and the tiny star shaped hole looked slick and inviting. From his position, Mark could see that the man was in a clear state of excitement. His massive cock was throbbing wildly as he held it firmly in his hand and bent it down towards Sally's impossibly tight hole. Sally was still moaning loudly, but was now also trying to push her hips back towards the strangers cock attempting to combat the empty feeling that she had in her ass. She did not have long to wait. With a deep groan, he began to push his enormous meat down and into her butt. Mark marveled at the sight. To start with he thought that it would be impossible to fit such a large penis inside such a small orifice, but he was delighted, and a little surprised to see his wife's asshole visibly widen and stretch as the invading weapon was firmly thrust into her. Her head was buried in the leather of the rear seat, stifling her screams of passion and pain as the stranger pushed his cock past her anal muscle and sank in to the hilt. Realising that he had vanquished the petite woman beneath him, the stranger smiled to himself and began to forcefully thrust himself again and again into her bottom. Mercilessly he ploughed into her, rapidly building up the pace until his performance was little more than a blur of speed. The faster he fucked her ass, the louder Sally cried out for more. As he watched her hips bounce up to meet the pistoning weapon, Mark saw her hand slide under her body and back towards her abused vagina and hard, swollen clitoris. He knew that she was masturbating towards yet another orgasm as another man fucker her hard in the ass. From the ferocity of their coupling, it was obvious that neither would be able to hold back for very long. Mark could see beads of sweat forming across the strangers brow as he gritted his teeth and with a grunt pulled his huge erection from Sally's asshole. As Sally continued to furiously rub her clit, the man pulled twice on his shaft and released a massive quantity of warm sticky cum. His seed splashed obscenely on to her animated buttocks as she herself shook violently as the orgasm lurched through her petite frame. For several more seconds, Mark looked on as his wife and the stranger continued to convulse in ecstasy. Sally looked a complete slut. Her usually tight little asshole appeared violated and yawned lewdly; agape for all to see, with thick white semen running in small meandering streams over the abused hole and down the inside of her quivering thighs. Pulling up his jeans, the stranger spoke. "Well, I think you have adequately paid for the damage to my car. Don't forget though, I have all your details, which means I know where you live and your phone number etc. It's entirely possible that when I inspect the damage further, I may have to demand a further compensation payment from you both! I'll keep in touch!" Mark tried to find the words, but felt himself rendered speechless at the audacity of the man! Still, he thought as he looked into his wife's pretty eyes, accidents will happen! - The End - * * * * * If you enjoyed this story feel free to check out my other offerings on this site. Please also feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions you have for further tales! Photo's from female admirers are always very welcome!!! Accidents Will Happen It was her daughter's fault of course. Of that Natalie had absolutely no doubt. It was silly Melissa who posed topless in that horrible magazine and when Natalie had challenged her sanity, it was Melissa who had accused her mother of being a prude. Natalie never let anyone call her that – especially her nineteen year-old daughter – even if she had been somewhat shy in all of her thirty-six years. Apart, of course, from one night when she was seventeen. She argued with Melissa, of course. The topic of male stereotyping of women somehow became a heated discussion on 'girl-power' and the use of one's form to control male thoughts and ideas. And that had slipped into a verbal debate on how so few women "dared to bare" in order to exercise their power. Even how some women were too square. Women like Natalie. Quite how that resulted in Natalie saying that anything Melissa did in that way, she could do just as well, Natalie never quite worked out. Which also meant that Natalie never had any idea how come she was the proud holder of an appointment with the magazine that had photographed her daughter. In order that they could photograph her. Melissa came with her in order to offer 'girl-power' shared strength. Although Natalie was fairly sure that her daughter was merely ensuring that her mother didn't chicken out. She had a good point, Natalie might have admitted if sufficient force had been brought to bear. When the magazine's photographer indicated the little g-string that was to be Natalie's only garment for the shoot, it was only girl-power shared strength that saw Natalie remove her own clothes and pull on the tiny panties. Only the addition of a hidden vodka bottle's contents combined with the girl-power shared strength – and Melissa's goading – had Natalie donning a robe and stepping into the studio. She listened to the photographer's instructions and took a deep breath, preparing to follow his instructions, and spending a little longer preparing to lose the robe. As Melissa wished her mother 'good luck' for no reason that Natalie could work out, she turned and pressed her hands on the wall of the set. The cheap wood proved to be an old emergency doorway, unfortunately unlocked, and Natalie staggered through before she could otherwise react. When she looked up she was about to yell for help because the robe had snagged and the door had slammed behind her. Natalie had expected her normal bad luck to prevail and that no one would be within earshot. Her luck was worse. She looked up to see that at least twenty males of various ages were not only within earshot, but eyeshot. She also realised that her snagged robe was predominantly behind her. She gasped as she realised that firstly, she was now in the café next door to the magazine's studio and, somewhat worse, that her breasts were completely bared. She hastily covered herself with her hands, against the wishes of the robe, and contemplated how ridiculous her situation seemed. Thousands – well hundreds – of guys would have seen her breasts in the photographs her daughter had somehow convinced her to pose for, but there again, those completely unknown guys would have only been seeing a picture. These twenty had seen the real thing... things... so to speak. The first whistles and whoops let her know it wasn't just a bad dream. Of more immediate concern was the snagged robe, and Natalie swivelled as best she could, trying to both force the door back open and drag the robe clear at the same time. Neither worked, and when an extremely friendly voice suggested she tug downwards to try to free the robe, she was more than happy to try. The ripping sound brought more whistles and whoops, and a further draught of cold air against what was now an evidently exposed pair of ass cheeks. With a hand hastily (and inadequately) trying to cover the new exposure and the other barely covering her breasts, Natalie felt truly exposed and helpless. When another voice suggested pushing a trolley past her into the door, she could only nod enthusiastically. The first attempt, guided by two leering young men was close to her hip but very firm, rattling against the door – but to no avail. The two men suggested that Natalie might like to slip out of the quite useless robe and move back but Natalie couldn't bring herself to give up even the couple of inches of cover it provided. Until the trolley grazed her thigh on the next attempt on the door. She was still wriggling free, intent on getting her breasts covered as much as possible once her arms were free of the ripped robe, when the trolley brushed past her thigh again, crashing uselessly into the door yet again. At least, she thought it has brushed past. The sudden gust of cool air on her now exposed pussy made her realise that it had snagged her g-string in passing. The shock of her breasts being briefly exposed to these eager eyes had been partly ameliorated by her preparations for the photo shoot, but nothing had prepared her in any way for this. Natalie froze, and in doing so, added a full four seconds to how long her pussy was exposed to these eager eyes. Finally she plunged two hands into her groin before realising that her breasts were still on display. She brought one hand up to cover them as best she could. That's when it hit her. She was naked now, one woman amid twenty young men. They had all seen her breasts and all seen her pussy. Naked. Exposed. They were all still gawping, a lot of them whistling and cheering. She could even see bulges in a number of pairs of jeans. The fingers covering her pussy pressed a little deeper. She took a deep breath and let out a laugh. "I got that wrong, didn't I?" With a shrug she dropped her hands, muttering something about it being too late for modesty and asking if she could borrow a long coat so she could get back to the magazine. She made sure the lender of the coat was treated to a very clear, close view of her nakedness as she donned the proffered garment, and another when she switched to the robe that her daughter arrived with a few moments later. Natalie's nipples tingled as if they'd been electrocuted, and her groin was as wet and heated as it has been for many a year. She even thanked her audience for being 'gentlemen, of a sort'. Back in the studio, she borrowed another g-string and spent five minutes in the tiny dressing room, alone, before the photo shoot finally began. Judging by the look on her daughter's face when she came out of the dressing room, Melissa knew that her mother had been masturbating furiously in there. When Natalie smiled at her girl, Melissa gave a thankful sigh and returned the smile accompanied by a shy laugh. They'd talk about this later. And when she was on her own she would try to work out why she didn't at notice that the guys pushing the trolley were trying to force open the door the wrong way – and why she hadn't mentioned it when she realised it after the second attempt they'd made. Accidents Will Happen I heard the grunt behind me and turned from the larder; my sister stood at the counter looking at her hand. I stared as she raised it up, showing the skewer which had passed right through the palm of it. "Urgh Rich, I've had an accident," she said softly, her face draining from light tan to white. I walked over carefully and put my glass down, Holding her hand at the wrist, I inspected the mess. Blood was slowly oozing out of the wound, I raised her arm higher, and pulled her other hand over. Getting her to cup her elbow to keep the hand higher, I steered her to a chair in the lounge. Returning to the kitchen I grabbed a clean tea towel and went back to Jen, gently wrapping it round her hand to keep it clean and sop up the blood. I dialed the emergency number and calmly asked the operator for an ambulance, then told their control centre the details. Finishing the call I dialed Dad and told him what had happened, he said he'd pick Mum up and head for the hospital if needed or else he'd bring her home. I then phoned Mum, who reacted calmly and said she and Dad would be at the hospital or home as soon as possible, once I let them know what was happening. I heard the siren outside and then braking, followed by a knock at the door. The paramedics examined Jen's wound and decided she needed to go to hospital, as I feared. We all trooped out to the ambulance, Jen in a wheelchair and holding her arm up. The Paramedics had decided that it would be best if the Hospital dealt with the wound and merely recovered the wound with the tea towel. I phoned Dad from the ambulance and we sped off to the Royal Free Hospital Accident and Emergency Unit. One paramedic drove as the other called in the details. He finished and patted Jen's shoulder, she smiled wanly and freed her good hand to hold mine, I squeezed it slightly and she mouthed "Thank you". "No problem Jen, you'd do the same for me," I said and held her good hand a little tighter. At A&E she was taken in and hustled into a cubicle, transferred to the bed and I sat beside her in the only chair. Seconds later Mum and Dad parted the curtains and came in. I stood to allow Mum to sit. After they had kissed us both they wanted details, so I told the story. As I finished a large black man with a big smile came in and introduced himself as Dr Objumo . He must have been about six feet eight and had a white coat on and a stethoscope round his neck. He used his big powerful hands to gently remove the tea towel and hold Jen's hand out. Mum went white and I sat her back in the chair. Dad humphed and looked down at the floor. Dr Objumo asked everyone to leave as it was a bit crowded and we gratefully decamped to the waiting area. Forty minutes later Dr Objumo wheeled Jen out and grinned as we stood to see her. She had a huge white bandage on her hand, like a brand new oven glove. She was perky and smiling. Dr Objumo accepted our thanks then handed me the tea towel congratulating me on improvising a clean dressing so quickly. "It's funny," he said, "never seen a kebab like it, mushroom, pepper, hand". He then produced the skewer from his pocket and gave it to Jen. "Please be more careful young lady, much as it's good to meet you, I hope our future meetings are rare occasions." He patted her shoulder and walked off. We clustered round Jen and then walked back to the car park wheeling her in the chair. We got Jen in the car and I took the chair back to Reception. We drove home as Jen told us how they had numbed her hand then withdrawn the skewer, then cleaned the wound, X-rayed it and then dressed it. She had, by a miracle missed anything vital, so when it healed, she ought to have full movement. There'd be a nasty scar but they felt full mobility was certain. We decided to eat out that night, the unprepared meal dumped in the waste bin. Jen had a salad, Mum, Dad and I settled for beer battered fish and chips. We had a glass of wine and after a coffee went home. Jen was tired and wanted to go to bed, so Mum went to help her out. Dad and I decided to watch the telly for a while. Eventually about eleven I was losing the battle and decided to go to bed, as I couldn't keep my eyes open. Friday morning came and before I knew it Mum and Dad had gone to work and Jen was still asleep. I called her workplace and explained to her colleague what had happened and that she wouldn't be in for at least a couple of days. He was ok about it and asked me to pass on everyones good wishes and that they hoped to see her soon. I had no lectures that day so I was free clear to help Jen. Just then she appeared in the kitchen, wearing a short nightdress that just about covered her upper thighs, her small frame pressing against the thin material. She smiled and sat at the counter. "Tea or Coffee?" I asked rubbing her back. "Tea please Rich," she kissed my arm and rubbed her face against my chest. I made tea and popped the mug in front of her, she grinned and reached for it, double taking as her huge bandaged hand met the cup, laughing she switched hands. Holding the cup awkwardly she sipped and sighed. "Thanks Rich, that's lovely and thanks for looking after me yesterday, I owe you." "No problem Jen, after all what are younger brothers for." "Yeah, just there to pick up their daffy older sisters when they trip up. What an idiot I was, I can't believe I was that stupid." "Hey accidents happen, no worries, the Doc says you'll be fine, but I won't be able to eat kebabs for a while, know what I mean?" "Yuk, yeah, too much meat, Huh?" We laughed and I sat next to her. "Okay I phoned your office and spoke to Mal? He said he'd pass it on and to tell you that everyone says get well soon." "Oh that was nice, thanks Rich, aren't you going to be late for College though?" "Tuesday is a free day, no lectures or library time, all the boys and girls are off and away, I'm a free agent." "Okay have you had breakfast yet?" "No I was going to have cereal and toast, what about you?" "Sounds good, but can you do mine, I'm a bit useless at the moment." she held her hand up and sighed. I fixed breakfast and we ate in silence, finishing I cleared away. Jen got up and then stopped. she turned back and reddened. "Rich, I need to wash and dress, but..." She halted and blushed deep red. I twigged straight away. "Oh shit, you can't do it yourself can you? "I can clean my teeth, but that's about it, oh I can just about wipe myself if I use the loo," She grinned. "That's kinda funny Jen, but embarrassing, Mums not here, so I reckon you have two choices, three actually." I raised three fingers, then tapped each one as I spoke. "One, stay in your nightie all day; two, wait for Mum and get her to sort you out, which is also part of one. Three I help you, but that may not be an option you'd favour." "I don't want to spend all day like this, but asking you seems a bit too, well not unpleasant, but it's not an ask you might be happy with." "You're kidding right, my sexy as hell older sister is going to let me wash and dress her, every perverts dream," I mugged "Dirty old Man" and rubbed my hands. Jen laughed and came and hugged me. "Stop it you twit, you're not a perver; are you?" she raised an eyebrow and studied me. I blushed and looked her in the eye. "Truth?" "Truth," she nodded. "I am nineteen years old, you're my twenty three year old sister and I have to admit to trying to get a peek at you naked. I get a hard on when you walk round in your underwear and even harder when you wear a bikini. My real sexual experiences amount to zero and I don't remember the last time I went out with a girl, let alone kissed one." I nodded. "Oh poor you, how come I make you stiff, I'm not well built, well no boobs and skinny legs. You must be desperate, look there's nothing exciting under here believe me." she tugged at her nightie and grinned. I blushed, and looked away, Jen stepped back and touched my face. "If it helps, I'm still a virgin too, so we're no different. I had a few fumbles with boys, but I also can't remember the last boy I kissed, unless my peck on your cheek just now counts." we both laughed. "Ok, what do we need to do?" I asked holding her good hand, "Well I can't shower, because of the oven glove, but I want to wash and get dressed, so let's start with a wash. I'll need to get this off, which needs your help, then you can do my underarms and stuff, dry me and help me get dressed." "Wow, the full Monty?" "Everything and everywhere Rich, come on." We went into the bathroom where I helped Jen peel her nightie over her head. I couldn't help but look, there were mirrors on the walls and everywhere there was an angle showing my sisters body. "Oh for heavens sake Rich, just gawk why don't you." she blushed red, I went to the sink and ran some water. Jen dipped her good hand in, "Perfect, start under my arms then my chest, my arms and my good hand." I soaped a flannel and she raised her arms over her head. I ran the flannel around her armpits, she giggled, then went quiet as I washed her chest and breasts. Well they certainly weren't porn star mammaries, just two small mounds with pink tips. As I finished and went for her good arm, the nipples stiffened and so did my cock. I hurried on and washed her arm and hand, then her bandaged hand from her wrist up to her shoulder. Rinsing the flannel I carefully removed the soap and then found a towel. I gently toweled her dry, quickly finishing with her breasts. Jem smiled and lowered her arms. Jen looked at my pajama shorts and grinned. "Wow if you thought that was exciting, what will happen when you do my pussy?" I glanced down at her mound. She obviously shaved or waxed, but the hairs were just beginning to show again. I reddened and gulped. "Probably cum in my shorts or pee myself with excitement, not sure which yet." I answered truthfully. "Stupid, lovely boy. I do love you, you know that don't you. Come on it's getting a bit cold standing in the nude." she nudged me with her hip and I grinned. I soaped the flannel once more and sank to my knees. I watched as she parted her legs and then applied the flannel to her, washing between her legs then asking her to turn round to wash her bottom, then back again. My cock was killing me, it felt like it would explode, I could feel a wet patch as my precum soaked the front of my shorts. Her beautiful pussy was an inch from my face. I could see the valley between the two hills dissapearing towards her lovely bottom. Jen lifted her leg slightly so I could get a better view. I stood to rinse the flannel and Jens eyes widened as she saw my wet patch. "Wow you weren't kidding were you, are you ok?" "Perfectly it's just precum, it's a lubricant..." I trailed off, aware that Jen was almost purple in the face trying not to laugh. "Sorry, sorry," her good hand came to her mouth to hide her giggle."you sounded so serious then, Rich." I grinned and laughed with her, "Sorry I'm so nervous, in case I cock this up?" I reddened as the absurdity of the phrase hit me, hearing Jen laughing like she hasn't done in ages. I collapsed against the sink, holding my head in my hands. "Rich, I do love you, you're priceless. I was so worried this was going to be awkward, but you know, I feel completely at ease with you and Mr Wriggly, so come on finish what you started." I stood up and rinsed the flannel again, knelt and sorted Jen out, she handed me the towel and I carefully dried her. Then as she went to her room, I cleared up in the bathroom, taking a minute to re-arrange the furniture downstairs in my shorts. I walked into her bedroom to see Jen bent over her drawer looking for her underwear. Her legs were slightly parted and I could see the bulge of her pussy lips between them. I sighed and readjusted myself again. "I heard that and I can see where your hand is! cut it out, I'm your sister and definitely not sexy in any way." "You're not standing here, watching a very sexy woman bent over and displaying her curves and the crown jewels like I am," I said loving the display. "Nice, but I don't think I'm your type." "No true, but usually just having a pulse is fair game!" "Yuk, that's horrid, I bet you're very picky when it comes to the ladies." "Yup, so picky that unless they look, sound and act like you they get rejected." "Oh that's sweet and thanks but I know I'm average, just." She straightened and turned round, holding a whispy bra and sensible white knickers. "OK Rich, dressing time." "Hey if I choose not to help will you walk around naked all day? Please." "No! and really no! Look surely you've seen enough of me today, I'm no beauty queen you know." "Jen you're perfect, but come on then let's get you dressed." I ambled over to her, she handed me her knickers and told me to kneel down and hold them open, which I did. She placed a hand on my shoulder and placed one leg then the other into them. I slid them up her legs and on impulse kissed her mound as it appeared at eye level, traveling up I kissed her belly and abdomen as I stood, avoiding her breasts I placed a last kiss on her lips. She smiled and hugged me. She handed me the bra, I helped her arms in and she turned so her back was to me, I pulled the straps across her back then kissed her between the shoulder blades as I cinched the clasps. Then, as instructed pulled the shoulder straps higher up onto her shoulders. She reached for a simple A line dress and I passed it over her head guiding it down as she slipped her arms in. As I pull it down over her flat stomach she leaned in and kissed my lips briefly. "Thanks Rich, I feel ready for the day." She beamed at me and I hugged her tightly. She grinned as my erection got between us and I blushed again. She turned to go out and I patted her bottom as she walked away. "Careful buster, don't touch the merchandise if you can't afford to pay for it." Then she swished her hips and was gone. I walked back to the bathroom and shucked off my night clothes and dived in the shower. As I washed I wanted to jack off, but somehow couldn't bring myself to do it. I washed and then opened the shower door to get my towel. Jen was sitting on the toilet grinning at me. "It's only fair Rich, you saw me naked, now I get to see you. Very nice I must say, I can't ever think of you as my "little" brother anymore, whew that's making me blush." she grinned and handed me my towel. I dried off whilst being watched by my older sister; I grinned, "This feels like when I was seven and we shared a bath, you were always looking at me, like you're doing now." I grinned. "Well I had nothing to look at, but you had this lovely little willy that waggled as you moved, fascinating then and now." Jen stood and grabbed my towel with her good hand and gently dried my cock and balls, then turned me round and dried my back and bottom. She handed me the towel. "I think you can finish the rest, I need to go sit down, I'm all hot and bothered." leaning in she kissed me, whilst her good hand ran over my cock and balls. It instantly twitched and stiffened, she grinned and tickled the head. "mmmm, that's nice, now hurry and dress." Moving quickly she left me alone, my balls screaming, "WTF". I sighed and went to my room. We spent the day talking and joking, I made lunch and cleared away. Later Mum came home and seemed surprised to see Jen up and dressed. Jen explained and Mum laughed and rubbed my arm. "Well that must have been quite an experience for you young man. I hope you had your eyes closed throughout." She roared with laughter as Jen described how hard I had been. I went crimson, but Mum hugged me and said I had been good not to get upset at their ribbing. I sighed and relaxed. Mum began to fix dinner and I decided to hang around and help. "Rich, we were only teasing, you were good today to help Jen, thank you." "It's OK Mum, it was a bit embarrassing at first, but well you know.." I trailed off, not sure what I wanted to say. "Well at least you know what a woman looks like, firsthand." "Yeah and she's beautiful. Mum, Jens so perfect, she's oh, I know she's my sister but she is gorgeous." I continued to slice the runner beans as I relived the morning in my mind. "Well I'm happy you think so, but please concentrate, I don't want to have to take you to A&E." I laughed and Jen appeared from the lounge, "What's happening here then?" "I was just explaining to Mum how beautiful you are. My perfect, new number one sexy gorgeous female fantasy." "Get off, although my flat chested, knock knee'd, skinny look is all the rage darling." she pouted and struck a pose. We laughed and blew kisses and cheered. Dad came in and we recapped the day. He giggled and said he wished he'd stayed home to help. We all laughed and Dad hugged Jen and Mum, I held Mum in a hug and then Jen. "OK troops Dinner, set the table, organise drinks you two, Ray upstairs and change, on the table in ten minutes." Mum boomed, Jen and I saluted and went to the dining room to set the table. "Rich, do you really think I'm sexy?" "Oh yeah, you are hot sister." I drawled in what I thought was a great American accent. "Why are trying to speak like a Scot?" "It was meant to be American." "Poor brother, very poor." she grinned and put some mats on the table. "Whatever," I sighed. "Thanks, really, you give me a real lift. If you think I'm sexy there's hope out there." she smiled. "Don't put yourself down,Jen, you're smart, sexy and beautiful,and if I wasn't your brother, I would definitely want to go out with you, true." "Wow, stop it, I get the idea, I can't believe this, I never thought of myself as anything but a bit of a plain Jane. If you honestly think I'm sexy then I owe you again Rich." I took her good hand and squeezed it in mine. "True big sis, I always had a crush on you, and you just got more beautiful as you've got older.There's some lucky guy out there just waiting to meet you, I'm sure of it." Tears formed in her eyes and she leaned in to kiss me on the lips. "Thank you," she moved round and hugged me, her oven glove hand wrapped round my neck, her pert breasts pressed to my chest. I felt my cock stir. Suddenly she laughed and hit my back with her good hand. "That's nice but rude, I can't hug you for long without Mr Wriggly getting involved can I?" "Sorry Jen, but you have this effect on me, now if you were plain or ugly, they'd be no problem, especially as I wouldn't want to hug you anyway." Jen hit me again, we continued to hug until Mum appeared with four wine glasses and tapped on the table. "Come on you two, break it up, finish laying the table and get your Dad downstairs," but she was smiling as she said it. Dad came down and we sat down to a fantastic meal. Jen had to have her food cut up, and I was happy to help. I offered to spoon feed her, but she wasn't interested. I helped clear away as Dad and Jen disappeared into the lounge. As we finished I hugged Mum from behind and she put her hand back to go round me, just reaching my bottom. Guess what! Yup, Mr Wriggly appeared again. I felt Mum redden, as I kissed her cheek from behind, she let go, I held the hug and she covered my hands in hers. "So Mums still a hot item then?" she said sexily." "Always Mum, always," I kissed her cheek again. We unwrapped and held hands as we crossed to the lounge. I dropped her hand as we parted to go through the door but grabbed it again as we got inside. Over by the telly Dad had Jen on his lap curled into his neck as she had always done, they were both asleep. We grinned and Mum sat down and I sank to the floor between her legs, facing the telly, she scruffled my hair as I reached for the remote control. Accidents Will Happen "What shall we watch?" she asked. I brought the planner up and we selected an old film we liked and I clicked on the channel, we were so relaxed as we lay back to enjoy it. I looked over at Jen and Dad, His hand on her leg, her hand round his neck, I grinned as Mums hand came down onto my shoulder and I raised mine to hold hers. What a perfect evening after yesterday. Accidents Will Happen Ch. 02 Day four of our morning ritual. Jen appeared in the kitchen doorway and smiled, legs crossed. "Hi Rich, need to get ready now as the District Nurse is coming round to check my dressing at half nine, you ok to help." "Sure, lead the way Jen, wash patrol fall in." We marched up stairs like kids, giggling and laughing all the way to the bathroom. "Oh God, I really need to pee," Jen suddenly looked distraught, I figured she needed some privacy. "OK I'll wait out here til you finish, no worries." I turned to leave. "Rich, I'm in pajamas and I can't get them down, help me." came the plaintive cry. I looked back as Jen hopped from foot to foot. "Hurry please, I really need to go." I walked over as she stood in front of the toilet. Kneeling I pulled her bottoms down, as I did she sank down and opened her legs. I looked in awe again at her pussy, just as a jet of piss jetted out and into the bowl. I watched fascinated as the pee erupted from her pussy. I must have been close because I could feel little drops hitting my face. The smell was overpoweringly sexy. "Wow!" I said, looking intently as the stream dwindled away to a few drops and then stopped. "Ahhhhhh, that's better, what are you doing, haven't you ever seen a girl pee before perver." "No not in real life, what a fantastic sight, that is so neat." "Get off, come on we need to get going if I'm to be ready to have my inspection." she shuffled her feet then lifted them. I got the message and pulled her bottoms off completely, she stood and used her good hand to push the flush. I was upright again and helped her take the top off. I now knew how hot to make the water and soon had a flannel soaped up. "Arms up there's a good girl." I instructed as she grinned and lift her arms obediently. I soaped her armpits, chest, breasts and arms, as well as her good hand, then rinsed and carefully dried her. Today she lifted her foot onto the loo seat to allow me access to her pussy and bottom, which I duly cleaned and rinsed. she looked approvingly and nodded as I finished drying her. "Hmm I may need to employ you on a more permanent basis," she sighed. "Reasonable rates, no offer refused." I nodded, "Now into your room to dress." Again I had the joy of looking at her neat small backside and her pussy lips as she bent to get her underwear. "Hey I know you're looking at my bum as usual, stop whatever you're imagining, it ain't going to happen." "No but it is in my mind, wow, you are one sexy sister." I laughed and sat on her bed. Jen turned with a pair of plain white knickers but no bra. I looked quizzically and she grinned. "Not enough to fill one anyway, so what the hell let's leave it off, who but you and me knows." She arched her eyebrow, "now you're not going to split on me are you?" "Why would I, you dress how you like, you'd look beautiful if you wore a dustbin liner, you know that. Any road up it's not my job to say what you should wear, simply to get you into it. OK, Dress or Shirt, trousers or skirt?" "Skirt and t-shirt please," she looked as I opened her wardrobe. "OK, that blue skirt, yes that one and..that t-shirt, yes that one." I looked in happiness at her outfit. She was going to look hot today. I laid the items on the bed and dropped to my knees in front of Jen. She laid her knickers on my head and I snatched them off and held them open for her. Stepping in she straightened her legs as I began my morning pleasures by kissing my big sister from her feet to just under her boobs as I pulled her knickers up. I avoided those but kissed her lips as I finished. She wriggled to get them right. Some mornings she asked me to stick my finger in the legs to straighten them out. I reached for her skirt and held it as she stepped in to it. Again kissing her as I straightened up and stood. I cinched it shut and pulled on the zip. Then as she taught me, as she pulled her tummy in I moved the zipper to the side. She held her hands up again and lent forward so I could pull the t-shirt over her head. I pulled it down and adjusted it. Jen looked amazing, so I told her, she grinned and banged her hip into mine. "Can you just stop that, it's embarrassing, I'm just your sister, for heavens sake." She was beginning to go red though. We were stopped by the doorbell, I went down to open the door, leaving Jen to tidy her bed and stuff. A young cheerful girl in a NHS blue top stood in the doorway. "Jennifer Williams?" "No I'm Rich Williams, you want my sister, come in." I stepped back to let her in, she carried a large shoulder bag and wore sensible shoes. "Where is Miss Williams?" she asked, I pointed to the lounge and yelled up the stairs, "Hey gorgeous, lady for you." I turned and grinned at the girl who was looking back at me startled. I heard Jen on the stairs then felt her hand swoosh my hair, "Pest, Hi I'm Jen, please go in, do you want a tea or coffee?" "Oh err, tea please, thank you." "Job for you buster, two teas, bring in the milk and sugar so we can add our own." Jen growled. I went and made tea, then toyed with the idea of lumping the four pint plastic milk bottle onto the tray and the bag of sugar, no not worth it I decided. I put some milk in a jug and added the sugar bowl, hefted the tray and walked into the lounge. The Nurse was unwrapping the bandage around Jen's hand, carefully re-rolling it as she removed it, quite a trick to carry off. I put the tray on the coffee table and asked, milk and or sugar, adding as requested, then put the cup and saucer on the coaster by her side. I made up Jens and put it by her side. The nurse pulled out a box of sterile gloves and put a pair on. As we watched the nurse slowly peeled of the covering over Jens wound. It was a vivid red, but there was no pus or blood. She carefully felt around the wound area asking if Jen felt any pain. Jen said no at at each touch, so the nurse, then found a new dressing, a wad of cotton wool to pad above it, then carefully rewound the bandage around Jen's hand. once again fastening it in some mysterious way at the top. taking off the gloves she laid them on the tray, ok, I'd dispose of them then. We sat and drank, the nurse making notes in her diary. She would come back on Monday and check again. Standing I led her to the door and let her out. I walked back in and Jen was sipping her tea. Her tiny nipples were obviously hard as there were two little points on her t-shirt. I decided not to pursue it and cleared up the tray and put the cups in the dishwasher. Coming back into the lounge I saw Jen reading her Kindle. So I popped upstairs to get my stuff together to go to College. I looked into the lounge and whistled at Jen, annoyed she looked up and grinned, I had another pair of her knickers on my head, worn like a hat, these were bright red. "OK, I'm off to College, see you later, I'll pop back and make you a sarnie about one fifteen'ish is that ok. She nodded, her grin a mile wide. I laughed and peeled her knickers off and threw them at her, and bolted out the door. "Pest," echoed down the hall. I grinned and closed the door. Always leave them laughing. Week three, Day one I was in the shower when the bathroom door opened and Jen came in, I waved and she wagged her oven glove paw at me, then hitching up her nightie sat down on the toilet. I carried on washing and finished as she stood to flush. I stepped out of the shower stall. "Hi gorgeous," "Hi handsome, sleep well?" " I did actually, how about you." "Yeah good thanks, you cleaning up." "Yeah going to shave then I'm ready for the day." "Ah! talking of shaving, I need a bit of a touch up in that department, before it gets too itchy, normally I'd do it myself, but..." She waggled her bandaged paw and smiled ruefully. I nodded, and finished drying. I hadn't really noticed Jen eyeing me as I had dried, but as I hung my towel on the rail she whistled, I turned back and she grinned. "Nice arse and package Rich, now as you say to me, if we weren't related I would certainly want to date you." She winked and smiled. "Wow thanks, if a sexy sister says you're good, you're good." I did the sizzling finger action. Jen groaned. Having dried off, I asked Jen what she wanted done, so she explained and pointed me to a little pink razor kit on the side. I told her it would be best if we washed her first then shaved, to which she agreed, so I ran the hot and cold water in the sink and helped Jen off with her nightie. Raising her hands we did the whole morning wash ritual. For the shave I helped her up on to the vanity unit to get her at a better height. I sprayed her bare pussy with the shaving foam and used the razor to remove the light stubble that had built up. Carefully using a couple of fingertips I separated her pussy lips and held then steady so I could do the really intimate bits, and finally got her to stand bend over, legs apart to run the razor round her dainty anus. Jen smiled and asked me to do her legs, and armpits, so I obliged. She was silky smooth again and I couldn't resist running my hand over her. I waited for the smack or push away, but instead she growled and pushed her body to mine. We cuddled as my cock rose between us, a huge grin came over Jen's face. "What?" "You know what." "Do I?" "Yes you do, Mr Wriggly's back and he's coming between us." "Told you you were sexy," "Back of buster," This was directed at my cock, which she flicked with her fingers. "Oww! careful" "that doesn't hurt." "Ohh! so does this?" I flicked her nipple and she puffed her cheeks out. "Oww! that hurt," "So did that," "OK sorry, I'm sorry I flicked your cock, why did it do that?" "What?" "Jerk, like that?" "Because you said cock in a sexy voice and I'm extremely excited by your use of the word cock and the close proximity of you naked." "I'm your sister," "You're a young, sexy, attractive, naked sister." "Ohhh! tell me more?" "Are you flirting with me?" "Are you really horny like this all the time around me, even when I've got clothes on?" "Yup, 'fraid so, you are just so sexy I have a permanent erection, I am aroused by thought word and deed," "What deeds?" "Getting your knickers out the drawer, sitting with your pants round your ankles on the loo. Breathing, you name it and I'm hard for it." "You are a perver." "Guilty and happy." "Do you relieve this situation... often?" "When I can, which is every opportunity I get for quiet time alone." "Do you use porn?" "I have done, but lately well, no, I just think of, washing you, dressing you. and from now on shaving you." "Poor Rich, you got a lousy deal out of this didn't you?" "Ohh! I'm so up for "feel sorry for him sex", I don't mind." "In your dreams buster, I'm keeping my cherry for a special occasion," "You're a virgin, wow, how come you've not..." "Don't, I've hardly been out with boys, not got the right equipment," Jen looked down at her chest. "You're kidding, Jen they are awesome, perfect, just..." "Leave it buster, anyway I'm getting cold, let's get dressed." Jen eased away and walked to her bedroom. Once again I helped her get dressed and then went to dress myself. Downstairs we had breakfast and I organised my stuff for College, kissed Jen and left, I'd be back at lunchtime to make her a snack. Lunchtime I saw a strange car on the drive and parked behind it. Inside as I opened the door I heard a really musical laugh and my sisters guffaws. Reaching the lounge I popped my head round the door. Wow! Jen was sat with the most incredible looking girl (besides my sister obviously) I had ever seen. She was drop dead gorgeous, as tall as Jen, slim, like Jen, leggy, like Jen. Most strikingly she had a head of pure long ginger hair, and a pale longish face with a delicate hazing of freckles. Like Jen she didn't seem to have any breasts, since her skinny t-shirt hardly lifted away from her chest. I grinned stupidly as she realised I was ogling her. I blushed, I know! so embarrassing. "Hi, I'm Rich, err Jen's brother, nice to see you, I mean, meet you," "Rich, when you get in a hole stop digging. Eve this is Rich and he is my younger and only brother. Eve works with me and popped round to see me in her lunch break." Jen glared at me. "Hi, ohh! I'm here to make Jen lunch, do you like Tuna Mayo, there's plenty, salad and stuff..." "Hey that would be great, I was going to grab a sandwich on the way back, but yes thanks." I smiled at Jen who nodded just slightly and I turned away to the kitchen to make lunch. Fifteen minutes later I had produced a killer lunch, which I set out at the counter then called the girls in. We demolished it with cold drinks, then Eve had to go and I went to move my car so she could back out. I came back in to the lounge where Jen sat with her Kindle, quietly reading. "Well, if your tongue was any longer you'd have tripped over it," she said without looking up, "You are so horny, you undressed her in front of me. So Rich, why does Eve float your boat." "Because she looks a lot like you, but with hot ginger hair and freckles, oops mouth in top, brain in neutral. I mean, she seems like a really nice person, and she has an interesting face, her voice is lovely too." "Hah, you're slavering again, I can't believe you. "I'm here to make Jen Lunch.." you crawler," Jen had mimicked my voice perfectly. "So, I was just being polite to your friend, hey are you jealous or something." I pointed at Jen as she reddened. "So what if I am, I want you all to myself buster, so back off and leave Eve alone." she smiled, put her book down, stood and walked over to me. She rubbed her body against mine, then gave me a decidedly unsisterly kiss, involving our tongues. Then, stroked my cock through my trousers. I stiffened immediately. "Well big boy, how's that for a "thanks for lunch"?" "But, but... but," "Either that's a compliment on my rear, or you're suddenly speechless, what's up little brother, sister got your tongue." Jen ran her hand over my back and snuggled into my neck. My hands moved to her rear and I began to massage her beautiful arse through her skirt. "Ohhh Rich, that's really nice, but why don't you lift my skirt and do it?" She kissed me again and I felt my cock surge as my knees gave way slightly. I ruffled her skirt and found her knicker clad cheeks and went to heaven. Jen began to grind against me, squeezing my cock between our bellies, I groaned. "Well this is better than with some ginger tart isn't it?" she purred. I stopped and lifted my hands away, letting her skirt drop back over her beautiful cheeks. Jen pushed away and looked at me, "What?" "You know what! you're doing this to distract me from thinking about Eve, you're, you're... Jealous!" "Of course I am; I'm in love with you stupid, you've cleaned and dressed me, touched me in my most secret places and never once tried it on with me. Do you really think I can live without your touch after all this. I've thought of trying to hurt my hand more so you have to keep on touching, looking at and dressing me. I love you Rich, not as a sister, although it probably started as that, but I want you and Eve made me realise I might lose you. Please Rich, tell me you love me, you do don't you?" "Fuck, I.. of course I love you, but your my big sister Jen, I worshiped you from as far back as I can remember. It has been fun looking after you and you have a fantastic body. But you're my sister and I can't forget that, it's wrong and I can't let you or Mum and Dad down by doing something which we both will regret in the future." "I don't want to think about the future I want to think about now, here and now. I want you physically, I want to make love to you, I want to feel you inside me, I want to be your lover." Jen hung her head down and her shoulders shook as the tears fell. I held her and shushed her, stroked her hair and kissed her neck, but she just cried and cried. I didn't know what to do. The door opened and Mum came in, she rushed to Jen and took her into her arms. She led Jen into the lounge and sitting cuddled her onto her lap, leaning back and stroking Jen's hair. I felt like a complete shit, so I slunk away to my bedroom, sat on my bed with my head in my hands. It was probably about an hour later Mum appeared, she looked grim, I waited for the verbal beating I deserved. Mum sat next to me and took a hand from my face, leaning in she kissed me on the cheek. I gave way, I sobbed my heart out. She just held me and let it all come out. Finally I stopped and tried to get myself under control. "Jen's told me the problem, it's strange but I always thought you two were close, but this is much more serious than I expected." "I'm sorry I let you and Dad down and I'm so, so sorry for what I've done to Jen." I looked at my Mum and felt the tears rising again. "As far as I can tell you've not done anything wrong Richie, just been good and true for your sister, and she has become, well, I suppose the word is besotted with you. Now things might change or things might not, but at the moment Jen needs you. You have an awesome responsibility young man, now why don't you go along to Jens room and talk to her." "But Mum, we might not be able to control ourselves. I don't want to end up in bed with my sister, no matter how beautiful and sexy she may be," I looked at mum pleadingly. "Richie, if you end up in bed with your sister, then she'll be with someone she can trust and rely on. She really does need you Richie, go to her. When you've decided what you're going to do come and talk to Dad and I." She rose and left the room, I sat thinking, until I heard a tap on the door. I looked up and Jen was there, biting her lip and frowning. I stood and walked to her, folded her in my arms and kissed her hair. Her arm came round me and she held me tight. We stood this way for an age, before I let her go and led her to my bed, we sat side by side. Jen held my hands and we sat in silence. "Jen I am so sorry for hurting you, I had no idea you felt so strongly about me. I thought you were just being a happy, sexy sister, having fun with her little brother. I had no idea you had any interest in me over and above that, how could I be so stupid. I am truly, truly sorry." "Oh Rich, I feel so stupid, I never meant to tell you, I was so afraid you'd go off on one and never speak to me again. Eve was a knife in my heart. I should be happy you find her attractive, she has a good heart and.." "Jen, never mind Eve, we have to sort ourselves out first. How do we go on from here? Can we be friends and siblings. Jen I love you, but as my smarter, sexier older sister, I will always want to be a part of your life, as I hope you will want to be part of mine. This has been the best time of my life and you played the biggest part in it, I love you Jen." "Oh, Rich, I love you too and I know I'm being soppy, but I really respect you and I know what you say makes sense, but my heart and my pussy want you so very much." She inched closer and laid her head on my shoulder. "What a mess we've made Jen. How can we move on from here?" "Make love to me Rich, now, please." She kissed me again and again. I felt my cock hardening and I turned towards her, grabbing her arms I closed my mouth on hers, we lay back on the bed, hands roaming over each other, I pulled up her shirt and rubbed my hands over her tiny breasts, feeling her nipples harden in my palms. Before we knew it we were naked and kissing, sucking, licking, caressing each other until Jen pushed me down and her pussy opened invitingly round my cock. I felt myself slip inside her and her core closed around me, I felt our bodies touch, I was fully inside her. We drew together kissing and bounced around the bed, squealing, groaning, grunting, laughing and pushing against each other. We slid in and out and felt the heat rising as our bodies rushed to orgasm. Accidents Will Happen Ch. 02 Jen must have had two orgasms as I felt mine bursting, I couldn't hold back and as I tried to tell her everything just exploded and my cock shot spitballs of hot sperm into her core, she screamed and went mad on me, her silky chasm rippling along my cock, as we pistoned together until exhausted we fell back on the bed. I have no idea how long we lay there. Eventually the world refocused and we lay caressing each other, there was a knock at the door, we heard Mum say. "Jen, Richie, you're Dads home, tidy up for dinner please." then her footfalls faded away. We disentangled, grinning at how sensitive we were as our thighs parted. Jen kissed me and I returned her kiss eagerly. We dressed and Jen used my comb to tidy her hair. We went together downstairs. Mum was just putting the plates on the table. She looked a little flushed, but beamed a huge smile at us as we came in. We were still holding hands as we sat. Dad looked up and grinned. "Okay?" We nodded and held hands below the table, but as Mum sat down, I freed myself and picked up Jen's knife and fork and cut her meat up. She grinned and mouthed a thanks, I set her fork on the edge of her plate and she used her good hand to pick it up. We ate in near silence until Dad looked at Mum and smiled. "Jen, Rich, mums told me what's going on, I take it you are using precautions and that you are adult enough to keep this quiet and strictly between ourselves." He carried on eating. I had nearly choked on a mouthful of food, Mum patted my back, telling me to take more care when I ate. I sipped some water and Jen grinned. "Umm, Dad, I don't know what to say..." I trailed off. "Oh I don't think you need to say anything, you are and always have been very close, you've had some pretty life changing experiences lately and you pulled together. You're both adults and I would never presume to take sides, so as long as you are careful; why is it any of my business. It may be a phase, it may be just lust or it might be more, but that is your path to tread. Mum and I will support you both, however you decide. But remember if it breaks up we will not take sides, just remember that." "Thanks Dad," I mumbled. We quickly found other topics, and on finishing Jen and Dad went into the lounge whilst Mum and I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. We made tea and I carried the tray into the lounge. Jen was tucked up on Dads lap and her arms were round his neck, his arm around her waist. Dad looked up and grinned. Mum found my hand and held it. The following week the bandage and dressing were off permanently and Jen went back to work and I went on to complete my College course, passing with really good grades. I found a job in town and enjoy it totally, I thought about Uni but for now I'm happy doing what I do. Life goes on. It's nearly six months since Jen skewered herself and we are still really close and I get to go out with her and her work colleagues, and she with mine. I've dated Eve quite a few times recently, she's nice, and we seem to hit it off from the start. I want this to last as she's my ideal woman, sexy, intelligent, funny, a great dancer and she finds me attractive and funny too. Jen has met a guy at the pub near where she works. His name is Edward, he's a trainee solicitor. We get on well, he makes Jen happy, so as far as I'm concerned he's OK. Jen and I still occasionally make love, but now it's more a means of expressing our happiness for each other; but often it's nice just to curl up with her on the sofa. This allows Mum to sit on Dads lap for a change. Mum and Dad are quite tolerant about us, although we don't make a big deal of it or ram it in their faces, so to speak. Life goes on and we never did replace the skewers in the kitchen.