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My Lyn Ch. 01

By: senwood



Lyn looked me in the eyes, smiled lazily and then glanced away. I knew she was still seeking to tell me something but she wasn't quite sure how to begin. She brushed her long wavy hair away from her face as it slipped over her eyes and began her tale...

I met Ben during the first few weeks at college. He wasn't on my course or anything but he was in the Hall across the lawns from my residence and I'd noticed him a few times as we'd passed each other on the way to class or to the laundry building. He'd smile a little hesitantly and then we progressed to saying 'hi!' and so on until one day we ended up together at the laundry trying to sneak in when it was quiet to get our things washed. He clearly hadn't followed me as when I arrived his washload had already reached the spin cycle and I had no idea he was there either, but we were, for the first time, alone together. He said hello and, well, we introduced ourselves and discussed our courses and where our families came from and so on until Ben said: 'Fancy a coffee?'

'Sure', I replied. We went to Bennett's on the corner of Coney Road. And that was how it all started really. We went out for a drink the following Friday and then to the cinema to see some dreadful Estonian film which neither of us liked remotely but we stayed because I had chosen it and ... well, we stayed. We kissed for the first time on the walk home; I didn't know how you tell when you're in love [ I do now] and I didn't know if Ben was looking for something long-term or just some term-time fun. But I knew I wanted Ben to show me things I still didn't know and I knew that when he wanted those things that I would welcome it and encourage him. I felt confident he was really nice although at the same time I felt there was a side to him that I didn't know yet and that I needed to get to know. Not that he was holding back on me but rather he was nervous about letting me know things that might shatter what we had built up so far and which he obviously valued. As we both did.

I felt very comfortable with Ben from the beginning and I knew the physical side of our relationship was slowly expanding - we kissed, hugged, held hands. He put his hands on my bottom one day as we kissed and I pushed myself tightly up against him. I felt good and excited. He moved away after a few seconds and seemed just for a moment to avoid eye contact with me. I was puzzled but dismissed it thinking perhaps he was not much more experienced than I was... 

oooooo0000oooooo

A couple of days later on a mild February afternoon we went for a walk along the river Calder. From the University main buildings you can walk about 4 miles upstream through woodlands and meadowland on a good, dry path. It was quiet, just a few ducks seemed to be shadowing us, maybe dreaming of wholemeal crusts that we hadn't thought to bring.

Every now and then we passed a wooden bench overlooking the river. The river banks had become rather overgrown recently and some of the benches looked onto vigorously growing stands of Himalayan balsam plants, or policemen's helmet as it's called locally. Children like to squeeze the seed heads and they explode in a twisting fashion in your hand and it almost feels like a little electric shock and you drop the seeds and spread the plant further upstream. In February just dead stalks impede the view. Elsewhere the benches themselves were rotting away or had been needlessly vandalized by bored local lads.

Ben saw ahead a bench that looked fine and gave us a nice view of the river as it curved its way around the village of Garston. The spire of St. Mary's could be seen in a hazy afternoon's winter mist a mile away. Ben pulled a small stainless steel flask from his grungy anorak pockets and a couple of somewhat crushed paper cups.

'I'm sorry you didn't bring the best china!' I said.

'Can't think of everything!' he said, but in a light-hearted sort of way. He then paused a moment, and started again but his tone seemed more serious and I wondered what was coming. Perhaps he wanted to let me down gently and tell me he'd met some other girl who had responded to him in a way that I didn't know how... I felt naive and a bit frightened. Not of Ben but of what was coming. He'd brought a flask, so he didn't want me to walk off nor did he intend to leave me sitting there stupidly holding a paper cup, or so I hoped.

'I need to tell you things', he said. 'I'll understand if you get up and walk off and never look at me again but I can't carry on being with you and enjoying the time we've had together unless I tell you about my home life and my family. I know you're going to be shocked and you'll need time to think things through or you'll tell me immediately you never want to see me again anywhere, any time.'

'Go on, then', I said. I was thinking his dad's a murderer in gaol somewhere, his mum's insane or something. My mind raced in confusion.

'My family lives in a way you won't understand', he said. 'It all started last summer. Clare, my sister was just eighteen, I was some way off my twentieth birthday and we went on holiday as usual to France. We usually went to a chalet complex on the French Atlantic coast - we'd been going to that area for years. Lots of people went topless on those beaches and mum always did. Clare had always worn a top and I had never seen her topless although I had begun to wonder what she was like as I suspected she had nice breasts from the way she now filled her costume.' Ben paused and looked up at me and blushed. I felt tense and unsure what to say. I wanted to know more as although I had never been topless on a beach I knew it was pretty normal even though my parents wouldn't have approved. I wasn't really shocked yet but I knew there was a lot more to come and didn't want Ben to stop before I had heard everything. Even if I couldn't handle what eventually he was going to say. I was excited in a way that was new to me and I imagined myself topless on that beach with Ben.' Go on, please, Ben', I said, very quietly.

'Well we'd only been there a couple of days and we'd soon realized, from all the amateurishly painted signs that there was a naturist beach about half a kilometer south of the beach we usually used. It was near a rather rocky stretch of the coast where the rocks offered a series of tiny inlets and miniature bays for the sun lovers. A lot of superbly tanned couples and groups, including families with kids of all ages, walked past. I had noticed Clare watching them go by. 

[It was all thought out: I could tell Ben had spent a long time thinking about what he needed to say as at times it all came out in a rush as if he'd almost learnt some of it]

'On that day I forgot my CD player when we came down to the beach and it was pretty hot so I didn't feel like anything too strenuous even though there was a game of volleyball going on over by the sand dunes. I wandered back to the chalet for my player and a Frank Herbert paperback. I remember I was reading a lot of his books then. 

I picked up what I'd come for and set off back towards the beach. When I got there everybody seemed to be either dozing or just lying there with their eyes closed. I said, rather obviously, 'I'm back.' I vaguely heard a couple of grunts and a 'Right' from someone. I flopped down between my mum and Clare who was about three feet away lying on her tummy. I started listening to a CD - no doubt something you wouldn't dream of putting on.'

'Can you remember what it was?' I asked.

'Oh, something like Blur or an early Oasis CD. I'm not sure. Do you like them?'

'No not really', I said a bit too sharply but then thought I didn't want to discourage him or sound like I was being cold towards him. I added: 'I haven't really got into music; with me it's been horses and ponies and stuff.' I laughed.

'I had it on loud so I didn't hear Clare ask my dad to put her suncream on her back or his reply that she should get me to do it. I often did do her back, it was normal. We've always got on really well even if we fight at times but it's not serious. We like being together really, and we're only 16 months apart in age. I responded to a bit of a kick on my shin from Clare with a shrug and sat up to reach across for the familiar orange bottle held out in her outstretched left arm. It was only then that I realised Clare, like her mum, was lying face down on her towel and had undone her bikini top. She had bought a very brief bikini this year with her paper round money. I thought Mum and Dad would be shocked when she showed it to them but they said it was very nice and didn't seem to mind. I remember thinking why can Clare do anything she wants when they stop me from doing all sorts of things I really want to do?' He laughed and I said: ' My younger sister gets to do things far sooner then I ever did. I sometimes think she's more experienced than I am.'

'More experienced?' said Ben.

'Yes, you know what I mean', I answered with a blink and a little shrug of my shoulders. I pressed his hand and said: 'Go on; I want to know what you did.'

'Honest?'

I nodded and shuffled along the bench to be slightly nearer to Ben. It was funny but I suddenly understood that Ben had enabled me to talk inwardly to myself about my desires and he had enabled me to recognise wishes that previously were locked away. Moreover I liked the feelings this engendered and did not regret any feeling that the genie was now out of the bottle. I wanted the consequences to happen, as long as Ben was around. The day was wearing down and it was getting noticeably cooler. I remember thinking it would be dark before I'd heard it all and I'd like to be in a nice warm place for some of what I thought Ben was going to say. My own fantasies had been switched on that afternoon and I was imagining all sorts of things might happen and I was enjoying those thoughts yet forcing them to the back of my mind as I urged Ben to carry on. 

'I did her back pretty well as normal apart from the fact there were no bikini straps to negotiate. Then I worked down the back of her legs. She always got fidgety as I neared her feet so I always said she'd have to do her own feet. 'That's it', I said. She turned over and for the first time I saw her firm breasts. Small but not tiny as she lay on her back. Little white mounds surrounded by areas that were evenly tanned. Clare smiled at me and said with a clear light of mischief in her eyes: 'Do my front please.'

I didn't know what to say or what to do. Time and the world seemed to freeze as I listened for something from the 'shock and horror' department from mum or dad. Silence. Dad was facing away from us on his tummy reading some spy thriller so I looked at mum. She was looking at both of us and she had the slightest smile on her lips. She gave the very slightest nod and smiled again. Clare said 'Get on with it or I'll never get brown all over like the rest of you are!' Not exactly all over I thought but I knew what she meant. However I also knew that there was no way she needed me to do her chest: she actually wanted me to put the suncream on her breasts and I knew I wanted to do it. So I did, I gently worked my fingers around her beautiful right breast and I rubbed her nipples as I creamed them and they went really hard and erect. She smiled at me. I looked at mum and she was watching but didn't tell me to stop. Dad rolled our way and watched for a minute as I worked on her other breast and..'

Ben stopped suddenly as if he realised he had gone much further than he had intended before checking my reactions. I looked at him and bent my head towards his face and for the first time I initiated our kissing. It was a long and full kiss. I wanted to be somewhere alone with Ben, somewhere more private where we could be really close together and he could turn my emotions upside down with more of his story. I felt in a way that it was barely starting for he had said it was about how his family lived. Not just about him massaging his sister's tits on a beach in France. I knew I wanted Ben to touch my breasts. My nipples were hard and I desperately wanted to ask him to touch them but he couldn't. I said: 'Carry on a little and then let's go back.' I pressed my hand on his thigh near the top of his leg. He reached into my coat gently and just touched my left breast but there was a bra, blouse and sweater between his fingers and my taut skin.

'Dad said nothing but seemed to find what we were doing quite natural as he smiled across at mum and said: 'Shall I put your lotion on, Gail?'

'Yes, please' said mum. Dad got up and walked across, past Clare and me. I began to work my way down to her tummy.'

Ben looked at me and said simply: 'I thought you'd be disgusted or something by now.'

'No-one's ever talked to me like that before,' I answered. 'I can't help it but although I know my mum would be appalled, I enjoyed listening to you and I don't disapprove. It turned me on like I've never felt before.' Although there was no-one anywhere near us, I whispered: 'Ben, I wish it had been me on that beach.'

'Let's go back,' said Ben.

'Yes, to my room, please,' I replied. I knew my room-mate was away home for the weekend so we'd have the sitting room as well as my own room to ourselves.

oooooo0000oooooo

When we got back to my room we were both cold and I made some toast and a cup of tea. Our electric fire lacked romance but provided a focal point for us to sit in front of it and warm ourselves up nicely. 

We chatted about our workload for the week. I took my sweater off after a while as I was soon quite warm and Ben put his hand on the inside of my thigh as we sat together. I smiled at him and said: 'I'm not sure what you want, Ben, but if you want us to go to bed together then I would like that too.' It came out as a stammer and I shook so much he must have been aware of it. I'd never said anything like that before in my life. I thought: 'He'll think I'm awful saying it like that.'

'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I don't want to spoil things. I just don't know what you want, Ben.'

'I want you,' said Ben. 'But I don't want you until you understand about me. I haven't told you enough yet. I still think you won't want me when you know everything.' He blushed and moved his hand off my leg. I liked it when he blushed like that. It made me think something was coming that would arouse my feelings again.

I leaned into him gently and said:' I have always been the kind of girl my parents wanted me to be and in a way I still want to be. When I'm with you I want to please you, Ben. Tell me more about your family, please.' I nuzzled into him and reached out towards his crutch but he edged away slightly giving me, at the same time, a slight smile and a squeeze of my wrist. I felt hopeful that we were able to continue together but at the same time a cloud of mystery left me wondering.

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Ben resumed his story. 'Where was I? Oh, yes, I finished putting Clare's suncream on her tummy and left her to do her legs and feet. A bit later she rolled my way and said: 'Turn over, kid. I'll do your back.' She did my back very slowly; it seemed and then slowly worked her way up my legs. It was quite exciting. Then she said: 'And over you go again!' I turned onto my back and she poured quite a lot of suncream onto my chest and started to work it in. She pinched my nipple as she rubbed the cream in and said 'Sorry!' but I didn't think she was! When she did the other nipple she pinched that one too so it went quite hard and she giggled. Mum turned her head to see what we were doing [dad was rubbing cream on her back] and grinned at Clare. Honest she just grinned at her!'

'Shall I carry on, Lyn?' said Ben. 

'Yes, I want you to get to the bits that you seem to be putting off getting to!' I said with what I hoped was an encouraging smile and a quick kiss on his neck.

'No, it's not that I'm avoiding them, but you need to know how things happened. It wasn't sudden. I mean it wasn't planned but I think my parents could have stopped it happening and didn't want to and I now know they were happy for things to go that way. It just seemed natural to us whatever others might think. But I am afraid of you disapproving of me and my family or never wanting to meet any of them.'

I just said, softly: 'Go on...'

'Well, that night we went out to a pizzeria for our evening meal. We all had some red wine to drink with our 'quat' saisons'. It was a good walk back to the chalet through the pine wood that is a couple of hundred meters from the beach. None of us was drunk or even a bit merry but we were very relaxed and it seemed easy to talk and say what you felt without fear of being laughed at or told off. Dad said: 'You two are old enough to make up your own minds now about what you want to do about this but your mum and I are going to go to the naturist beach tomorrow. We've wanted to for a long time but we didn't want you to go until you were old enough to decide for yourselves about things. Watching you both today made us think perhaps you're old enough now, both of you. If you want to come that will be wonderful but if one of you wants to stay on the beach we were on today then we would like you both to stay together and then we'll report back what it's like to you tomorrow night. OK?'

Mum added: 'No pressure on either of you. Just go with the flow and do what seems natural to you.'

I said: ' I was surprised you didn't stop us today'. In my mind I was still absorbing what my mum had just said. What did she mean by 'do what seems natural'? How far might that take me and Clare or for that matter, all of us? I was starting to see my parents in a new light. At the same time I realized they had waited until they felt we were ready and old enough to talk openly as adults about these things.

Mum gave that smile again and said: 'I enjoyed watching you and you both enjoyed touching each other, didn't you? No-one got hurt; in fact I think it was a nice feeling for everyone. So how can it be wrong?'

'Some people would say it was wrong,' I said.

'Narrow-minded people who would probably wish they were in your shoes if they were honest with themselves', said mum. 'So how do you both feel about tomorrow?'

I started to form an answer in my mind when my sister burst in straightaway. 'Oh, yes, please I want to go the nudist beach with you all!'

'Naturist' I corrected her.

'Same difference' said Clare, laughing, then gently: 'Hey, you will come won't you, Ben?'

'I wouldn't miss it for the world', I said staring straight into my sister's eyes.

Clare's eyes met mine and she smiled her nicest smile and winked at me prettily. Dad laughed and said: 'OK, that's settled then. We'll aim to leave here by about 10 o'clock if you two sleepy-heads need a lie in.'

It was getting pretty dark as we reached the perimeter of the chalet complex. Clare and I were now walking behind my parents. They were holding hands. Suddenly Clare took a firm hold of my hand and we then walked together, hand in hand, back to our chalet. Mum had turned once and must have noticed but said nothing. I heard her say 'Well done' to Clare later but I wasn't sure just what she was referring to. Was it the suncream episode, the holding hands or her enthusiasm for the beach tomorrow? Or it could have been for closing the shutters and tidying the bathroom. Maybe I was imagining too much.

oooooo0000oooooo

I said to Ben: 'Just wait a minute and I went into my study bedroom. Quickly I took my blouse off and removed my bra. I then slipped my blouse back on but fastened several fewer buttons than before. I took the belt from my jeans and undid the button at the waist so only the zip kept them together. It would slip down easily. I returned to the sitting room and sat down on the floor next to Ben. 'No moving away this time', I said and pulled him onto me. We kissed deeply and he fondled my breasts through the thin cotton material as we kissed. I reached for the top of his leg and slid my hand between his thighs. Ben groaned slightly, gently fingered my nipple through my blouse and said: 'Nearly there, let me finish please. Then you'll understand why.' He resumed:


My Lyn Ch. 01



'The next morning apparently dawned rather overcast with a sharp breeze from offshore blowing sand back up the beach. Well so dad said over breakfast after he'd been for a run. No-one had actually seen him doing one of his early morning runs, so it may have been more of a stroll down to the shops. However by the time I was up at half past nine the clouds were rolling back and burning off as a strong August sun started to shine down on the Atlantic shore. 

Mum was taking time over her hair and Clare was helping her somehow or other. They were both looking relaxed and happy. I decided to go for a quick shower as soon as I'd finished my breakfast. I was very unsure what was going to happen that day and although I tried to appear like it was just any day at the beach I was feeling nervous. Laden with beach stuff - towels, suncream, books, CD players, drinks, a picnic lunch and who knows what else the party set off just before ten o'clock. Clare was wearing her new bikini again and mum had a new black brief bikini on. I was wearing my normal shorts as was dad.

As soon as we reached the beach mum took her top off and dropped it in the bag she was carrying. Clare took hers off too and threw it at me. I looked at her, picked it up and dropped it in mum's bag. I walked on. I wasn't sure what we'd do when we reached the sign marking the start of the naturist area. There was a 'No textiles' sign in daubed blue paint, in English, some way ahead of us. We'd have to do as it said, carry on and ignore it or turn back. I was perfectly clear in my mind that the others would not be turning back. Before I realized it Clare had dropped back and was walking next to me. She took my hand as she had last night. 'Don't worry', she said, 'I won't laugh at you or tease you when I see you. I want you to look at me too when I'm nude. Will you do my suncream again today like you did yesterday?'

'Will mum mind? I might touch you somewhere...'

'I want you to touch me everywhere. I've wanted it for ages - ever since I first got you to put cream on my back. Mum said just do what seems natural, remember?'

'I'd like to if they won't object.'

'They won't. I think they want us to pleasure each other. Perhaps it turns them on.' She giggled.

'Dad may want to put your suncream on too,' I said. 

'Oh, I'm sure he will but I'm asking you first. I might let him do it one day!'

We reached the sign and passed it. Mum stopped and put her bags down. Without a word and without looking at us she just pushed her bikini bottoms over her still slim hips and down to her ankles. She stooped easily, picked them up and they rejoined the top piece in her bag. Clare turned to me and said 'Pull them down.' I stared at her in some surprise but moved my hands to my waistband and was about to do as she had told me. 

'No, silly,' she whispered as if she only wanted me to hear. Mum was busy telling dad to put his shorts in her bag, not in his with the food.

'I mean pull my shorts down, please. I do want you to be the first to look at me naked. Do it now!'

I did. She looked lovely, her pubic hair was bouncy in the sunlight against the background of pale skin. She could walk ahead proud in the confidence of her young body. 

'Clare' I said quietly, 'take mine off now, please.' She pulled them down in one quick tug, bent and retrieved them and popped them in her bag.

'You'll get them back later if you're very good', she said full of a mischief that excited me. 'Like a springing gazelle she surprised me by suddenly putting her bare arms around my neck, pressing her naked breasts against my chest and pressed her abdomen against me. I hardened immediately. She kissed me not like a sister but like an especial friend. I saw that mum was again watching us. I blushed and Clare moved away blushing too. She set off again next to mum. They both looked very beautiful. Dad had set off slowly towards a rocky cluster towards the water's edge. 

Mum and Clare were talking and laughing about something to do with 'clothes or not clothes.' I walked on, on my own, behind the others. I was confused and unsure of myself. What had happened had been nice; I wanted more and yet I felt everything I had learned would say it was wrong. My lovely family seemed to be saying it's not wrong if it's what everyone wants and no-one can get hurt. Still I was embarassed by my erection in front of my sister and my mum. I plodded on hoping I'd be left to think things through once we got to wherever dad was taking us. Not for the first time Clare drifted across to me and said 'Come on, don't walk on your own. She pulled me over so that mum, Clare and I were walking together.

'Nothing happened just now that Clare didn't want to happen, you know, Ben,' said my mum. 'She thought it was lovely. I think you look lovely together when you touch each other. Don't be embarrassed - you'll learn to enjoy how your body responds to a lovely girl like Clare. You can learn a lot from each other, you know. And in complete safety too'

That was the first time I was able to respond openly to them both. I said: ‘I wanted to touch you Clare in other places, I wanted you to touch my erection and feel it. I wanted to do things that make me unbelievably turned on when I look at you and I can see all of you.'

'Tell me what you want and I'll soon tell you if I don't want it to go that far. We'll have to explore slowly,' she said. 'Mum and dad want us to be natural together, you know. Mum and I have talked a lot about how we can teach each other how to enjoy our bodies.'

oooooo0000oooooo

Ben stopped and said: 'That's enough for today. I'm exhausted by the tension of finding the courage to tell my story so far. You're still here then? I really don't want to lose you.'

'I'm still here because it's my room! I said.

Ben's face looked crestfallen. 'Don't worry', I said pulling him back towards me and pushing his hand inside my blouse so he could hold my engorged nipple. I want you soon, you turned me on so much. I'd like to see you with your sister. I want to walk on a beach naked with you both. If you want me to, that is.'

'Yes, but do you realize what I'm trying to tell you?'

'Yes, I think so. You're going to tell me that you like to fuck your sister and she likes to fuck you and your mum and dad don't mind. I think they like to watch you. Is that right?' 'Fuck' was not a word I was used to using and it sounded a little unnatural, a bit too forced, daring even, coming from my lips. 

'Well that wasn't quite what happened next but you're on the right lines. We always say 'shag.' Mum says men fuck women but men and women can shag each other. She says as long as it's a two-way thing it's normally OK. She seems to have spent a long time thinking it out. But there's more to tell if you want to listen. Especially since it turns you on.' For the first time I felt he smiled more confidently.

'I do want to listen,' I replied 'but I also do need to do some work to get that Baudelaire assignment finished for Tuesday', I said. 'Can you tell me more next Friday night?'

Ben nodded and we embraced again. He undid my blouse and I pulled down the zip of my jeans. We discovered each other a little more.

End of Part One



My Lyn Ch. 02



Lyn looked at me and said: 'Does my tale interest you at all? Do you want to hear more of how I ended up enjoying the lifestyle I now lead? Ben and I have more secrets to share, you know...

I told her to tell me more and we settled back together on the studio couch. Other group members passed by but paid us no attention. I saw Ben go by with Rebecca, Tim Martin's wife. They usually seemed to drift together at these dos. 'Do you mind?' I asked. Lyn smiled and shook her head. 'No, of course not. I like it to be like that. Ben set me free from any fears, guilt or shame. Perhaps you'll understand better if you let me continue Ben's tale....'

oooooo0000oooooo

I managed to get my essay finished by Tuesday afternoon and handed in on time so I was ready to meet Ben on the following Friday, as arranged. In fact we met several times during the week but there were always other friends around. We went to a party on Wednesday afternoon and lounged around together, cuddling and kissing and feeling each other up but no clothes came off. I was losing my inhibitions with Ben and would have taken off anything he wanted but I was not going to offer myself to him again. I would wait until he was ready to ask me. I knew he wanted me but I knew he was intent on finishing his story first. The main reason our clothes stayed on was that none of the other couples seemed to be into showing their pleasure in each other to anyone else. 

I realized that Wednesday afternoon that I would be able to walk naked along a beach with Ben's family whenever he asked me to and that I too could do what Ben and Clare had done with his family watching me. As I went to sleep alone in my room I entered my own fantasy world where I imagined I was lying on the beach watching Clare rubbing her hand up and down Ben's cock as his mum smiled at me and asked: 'Would you like me to put some more sunblock on, Lyn?' It was just a fantasy but I felt ready to answer yes to any sexual activity that Ben approved.

Friday came and Ben arrived at 7. He was earlier than I thought we had agreed so it was lucky that I had finished getting ready. I hadn't wanted to look overdressed but I had bought a new sheer blouse and a nice, smart skirt. Short but not particularly short. My mum probably would have approved to see me so smart. I wasn't wearing tights: my legs were quite brown from a hot summer's horse-riding on Dartmoor wearing pretty brief shorts. In fact I was only wearing the blouse and the skirt with nothing on underneath. I had done my hair carefully but in a casual way and I wore a little make-up but not much. I was excited and also intrigued to hear the rest of Ben's story. Ben had awoken both my sexual imagination and my physical appetite and I felt the final episode would not shock me; in fact I was ready to be and wanted to be turned on even more than his tale already had done. 

oooooo0000oooooo

I greeted him with a long kiss as we stood in the doorway to my sitting room. I had bought a bottle of red wine which I knew he preferred whenever there was a party. I offered him a glass and took one myself. We sat on the floor leaning back against the battered, bursting couch in front of the little electric fire. I'd put it on at lunchtime to make sure the room was really nice and warm. I put my glass down on the worn, thin carpet and snuggled up to Ben. He placed a hand on my knee and moved it slowly up my thigh. I don't think he'd seen me without jeans on before. As he slid his hand higher I moved my legs apart and groaned quietly. He paused and gazed into my eyes. 

'You're almost irresistible, Lyn' he said with an almost suppressed smile. His hand moved higher and he became aware that I was naked under my skirt. He touched my cunt lips gently and stroked them. I responded with an urgent kiss and pulled his other hand to my breast. His tongue explored my mouth as my own hand drifted to find his cock, lying hard beneath his denims. I rubbed two fingers along it and in response he pushed a finger hard into my cunt. I thrust back towards his hand in urgent acquiescence and he pushed me down prone on to the floor and moved on top of me. We kissed and held each other alert to every physical reaction of our bodies. 

'Not just yet, my love,' he whispered and nibbled the lobe of my left ear. 'Maybe later if you wish. I want you to tell me what you want when I finish and I promise the story will be finished tonight.' 

He raised himself off me and then helped me to sit up. Reaching for his glass of wine he grinned: 'Cheers. Are you sitting comfortably?'

'Yes.'

'Then I'll begin.' Ben squeezed my free hand and we clinked glasses.

oooooo0000oooooo

'If you recall we were on the naturist beach near Les Sables d'Antan and it was the first time we had been on such a beach. In fact we had only been there a few minutes and my dad was looking for a place to spend the day sunning ourselves and watching the world go by. Mum and my sister Clare were some way behind with me. Mum and daughter were of similar build and looked like two sisters born a good number of years apart. I was conscious of my nakedness and of my uneven tan whereas they seemed so relaxed for their first time on a naturist beach.

Dad waved from beyond some large rocks and we followed down a path that formed a corridor between the rocks. It led out onto a beach about a hundred meters long enclosed by a semi-circle of rocks. The rocks were high enough to provide shelter and privacy for the beach but could be scrambled over if the tide caught us out. A couple were already stretched out in the sun like two fish laid out to be smoked. A family occupied the middle ground where the main pathway granted access to the beach. I think the family, probably parents and older son and daughter or perhaps son and girlfriend or similar were surprised to see us appear from our narrow defile and had not realized this path existed. Dad had found it by chance.

We decided to stay at this end of the beach and settled down. I sat up and watched. The young couple, whatever their relationship might be, were walking slowly out into the water. They seemed unaware of their nakedness and I envied them that. I sensed Clare to my left and turned. She was watching too. She smiled at me and said: 'We ought to put sunblock on before we burn, you know. Especially on those white bits.' She giggled.

'You've got white bits too, you know!' I said.

'Don't I know it,' she laughed. 'Here, make a start, Ben, please.' I took the bottle and poured some cream onto Clare's back. I rubbed it into her back and started to put it on her bottom. She didn't react at all so I went down towards her anus and made sure everything was massaged properly right down into her crutch. 

'That's nice,' she muttered. I carried on down her legs and this time I said: 'I want to do all of you today, Clare, so you'll have to let me do your feet without a protest.' I wondered how she would react to me bossing her about.

'Yes sir! Three bags full, sir! But you'll have to let me do all of you after!' Lying there just across from me Clare lowered her eyes towards her feet like an obedient slave. I laughed as it was not a role Clare could ever sustain.

She rolled over and I moved on to her breasts and enjoyed playing with them even if technically I was supposed to be spreading sunblock. Clare was clearly very excited by this as her body had started to move in response to my hand and she was almost imperceptibly raising her hips up and down off her towel.

'Go lower, now!' she groaned. Not for the first time in the last few days I glanced across at my mum. She looked directly at me smiled and slowly rubbed her hand across her own crutch. She was obviously very turned on watching the two of us. 'Ask her,' she said in a hoarse voice.

I wanted to say: 'Ask her what?', but I couldn't speak. I looked down at Clare who had raised her knees up and then spread herself as wide as I felt she probably could. Clare smiled at me and said: 'Go on, Ben, do it.'

I looked again at my mum. Without a sound she gave me the reassurance I craved as I lip read these words: 'She wants you to shag her, Ben.'

I relaxed, understanding at last that all my suspicions about my parents' approval or disapproval were clear and they wanted us to be together. I positioned myself between Clare's legs and continued to apply the cream to the very tops of her inner legs and to her mound. I moved my fingers to her cunt lips and stroked them, pushing gently, inquiringly inside. She reached her arms towards my shoulders and pulled her chest up towards me and sought my lips. We kissed clumsily as she whispered in total intimacy: 'Come down on top of me please, Ben.'

I eased her down onto her back and lowered myself to her. We kissed again and I fumbled to squeeze one of her breasts and roll my fingers roughly on her nipple. She responded by finding my penis, held it and maneuvered it towards her cunt.

'Push it in. Do me, Ben. Shag me now!'

I couldn't control myself listening to what my sister was saying and I rammed myself into her. It must have hurt a little as she squealed in pain.

'Sorry', I grunted.

'No, it's all right, push again, hard.'

I did and soon after as she seemed to shudder I came and shot myself into her cunt. It felt good and I said: 'You are wonderful' and relaxed down onto her.

She replied: 'I love you, Ben,' and closed her eyes in pleasure. Shortly after she opened them and smiled at mum who smiled back and said:

'You were beautiful, both of you.'

For the first time dad made a comment and said: 'Well done, Case, well done. And you too, Ben.' Case was his pet name for Clare as when she first started to talk as a toddler 'Case' was her best effort at saying her name. It stuck.

I said, 'Yes, you're fantastic, Case.'

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A few minutes later Clare sat up slowly and said with renewed gravity: 'I'm all protected from the sun but you aren't, Ben. Get on your tummy and I'll do your back - and stay on your tummy for now or you'll burn something important! I'll do your front later when we've both recovered a little.' She winked at me.

Meanwhile further along the beach the family of four must have been aware of what had been going on at our end and aroused by the action both couples were now making out on the sand. In the sun it seemed a natural thing to do and no-one commented or sensed any disapproval. The couple at the far end were comatose and had never stirred.

Dad moved over next to mum and they embraced and held each other. After a few minutes dad mounted her and they shagged energetically. Eventually dad must have come and he rolled off her, his thick cock glistening with his cum and mum's juices. They both strolled down to the water and swam for a while, always staying close inshore.

Whilst they were away Clare nudged me and said: 'I'm glad we did it. I do love you, you know.'

'I love you too, I said. 'I hope I did it OK for you.'

'It was lovely,' she said. 'But I hope we can do it again soon. I think mum says that you soon get to like it!'

'I like it already!' I replied and added: 'Mum and Dad seemed to be aroused by us too.'

'Yes, said Clare. 'Watching is fun too, isn't it?'

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It was nearly one o'clock. The sun was at its zenith and the temperature induced lotus eaters to linger in inertia. But Clare was no Jarbahan maiden and she was keen to explore further. 'Ben', she said, giving me a gentle shake, 'turn over on your back and I'll do your front. Remember what we agreed!'

I turned over and she began to spread the cream, rubbing it carefully into me as she worked her way up my legs. As she reached the top of my legs she brushed my cock gently with her fingers.

'I think it's dead!' she tittered and scraped her finger nail along my limp shaft. It began to stir. Clare moved to my shoulders and chest and began to work back down towards my hips. Occasionally she brushed her hand again against my cock. Kneeling she moved herself in nearer to my crutch between my legs which she had spread apart. 'Trust me, Ben,' she said almost brushing her lips against mine. We kissed and she moved her creamy fingers to my cock and began to stroke. I was soon rock hard and intensely aroused. 'Lie still ', she said and built up more of a rhythm, moving her hand up and down my shaft.

'I'm going to come', I pleaded.

'Just let go', she said. I came in a sudden gush just after she had fleetingly moved her fingertips across my scrotum and sent a shiver of excitement through my balls. I sprayed cum onto her face and breasts and some fell onto my chest. Clare wiped it from her face and breasts carefully and licked her fingers, looking deep into my eyes as she did so. Then she licked the remaining cum off me and swallowed that too before tenderly licking my cock clean of any remaining cum.

'Where did you learn to do that?' I stammered.

'Mum told me what I should do and said you would like it. I wanted to see if you did and I wanted to taste your cum. I liked it. But most of all I wanted to please you and now I'll always be your first lover, won't I? '

I grinned at her, squeezed her hand and kissed her very tenderly. 'I'm hungry,' I said. Dad said 'Me too.'

We ate.

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Ben looked at me, clearly seeking a sign of my reaction. I think he had become more confident that I would not beat him over the head with a heavy object or run screaming from the room crying 'Help, incestuous rapist' but he still wanted reassurance that he could tell me these things and not disrupt our increasingly passionate displays of tenderness.

'Touch me again, please' I asked and he unbuttoned another button of my blouse and put his warm hand on one of my erect nipples. 'No, I mean touch me.. you know..'

'Go on, say it' he urged.

'I looked him in the eye, my face close to his and said: 'I want you to put your fingers in my cunt, please.' I relaxed and leaned back in a kind of relief. I was sure now that the end of the story might excite me but it would do no harm to us. Ben pushed two fingers firmly into my cunt and found my clitoris. I stifled a scream as he explored me. I came. I cried a little, in happiness, as I kissed him.

'Now you go on,' I eventually managed to mumble.

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So, for the last time Ben resumed his family tale.

After lunch we all went for a swim and then sunned ourselves for a while. Clare danced off over the rocks to get some ice-creams and came back panting with drips of melting ice-cream on her tummy and legs. We all got our ices and I helped Clare clean herself up. Not by licking her as I bet you were expecting, but just by pouring some bottled water on a towel and wiping the stickiness away.

By about four o'clock we were the only group left on the beach and shadows were starting to stretch darkening fingers across the sand. As the temperature dropped we were ready to pack up and go. It seemed normal now that with our bags in one hand Clare and I held hands with our free hand and followed mum and dad who were doing the same. We seemed a very normal, happy family which is exactly what we still were.

That night mum cooked and we sat around playing Scrabble which Clare was depressingly good at. Mum and Clare were the experts in several areas it seemed. As if she was discussing the shopping list for the local 'Mammouth' hypermarket trip she said when no-one in particular was contributing to the family chatter: 'By the way if you two want to use the same room there's no need to wait until we're asleep or something. Your dad and I want you to be open and proud of your feelings for each other. We're perfectly happy for you to share the same room when you want.'

I looked across at Clare who pulled a face at me. 'You want me to actually sleep with him? That's a disgusting idea. I bet he snores or something!'

'I wouldn't sleep with you anyway', I retorted. 'Not even if you agreed to let me..'

'Let you what?' she stuttered and then she started laughing. 'You never can tell when I'm teasing,' she said. 'If you want to come to my room anytime I'd love to see you.' She walked a couple of paces across the lounge area and knelt at my feet. 'Am I forgiven?'

I drew her to her feet and pulled her close, giving her a tap on her bum. We were all back in our normal clothes although this time maybe it was me who first thought it would be nice to go round the chalet naked too when the four of us were alone. 'Yes, I forgive you. After today I could forgive you anything as long as you let me relive today once more.'

'We can practice again tonight if you want,' Clare said. There was none of her normal mischief in her eyes; Clare was making a sincere practical suggestion and I knew I did want to practice with her.

'As long as you show us your love again tomorrow on the beach.' said mum.

'Same beach?' said dad. 

'No', said mum. 'Can we try somewhere where there are more people to watch and to watch us?'

That night I undressed in my room and waited a while, sitting on the edge of the bed. I didn't want to interrupt Clare before she was ready. After ten minutes when I was about to go across to Clare's bedroom she poked her head round my door and said: 'Are you coming?'

'I didn't want to rush you,' I said rather lamely.

She spread her legs slightly to gain a firm footing and then reached her arms out to mine to haul me to my feet. We went to her room where the bed was simply covered with one white sheet. 

'I want you to do whatever you want tonight, Ben. I want you to fuck me. Not shag me but take me without asking whenever you want. I want to be exposed to your desire however unsure you are I want you to do it. I'll tell you later if there are some things I didn't like. But tonight there are no rules as long as you remember I love you.'

I wasn't shocked but I was incredibly turned on and rock hard. We flopped down on the bed and our bodies intertwined. Soon my fingers were exploring her cunt avidly and she begged to have my cock inside her too. I fucked her long and hard and noisily. Mum and dad must have heard us. We both came and then just lay together. After a while I became aware of Clare's steady, rhythmical breathing. In the moonlight I realized she had drifted off to sleep. Some time later I too fell asleep with my beautiful sister in my arms and with her legs still tangled in mine. It had been an amazing day. 

Far from a night of endless orgy as Clare had almost suggested, we had made love and fallen asleep. In the morning I stirred as I became aware that Clare, still beside me, was stroking my cock. It had risen to the occasion and I realized my sexy sister had deliberately wanted to turn me on as I woke. 

'May I?' she asked as she scooted her head down towards my stiffened rod and started to lick. Slowly she took more of it into her mouth and was giving me an amazing blowjob. I moved until I could start to lick my sister out and slowly pushed my tongue between her cunt lips as I sought out her clit. Clare was groaning in ecstasy and I was losing control. 'God, I love you' I tried to say as I came in her mouth and shot hot semen down her willing throat. 

'I'm coming too!' she shrieked as she arched her spine and shuddered to a trembling halt. Slowly we both calmed into a loving embrace as we turned to give ourselves mouth to mouth affection. We kissed and nuzzled together. Clare whispered: 'Last night when I was teasing you, you said you wouldn't sleep with me not even if I let you.... What were you going to say?'

'I couldn't have said it anyway,' I said 'not in front of mum and dad, so it was best I stopped.'

'Tell me now, please.'

'I was going to say: ''Not even if you let me fuck you in the arse.'' There, I've said it.' I stared at her unsure what she would now say. 'Do you think I'm disgusting?'




My Lyn Ch. 02



'No, Ben, I don't. Would you believe mum said you might ask if you could? She says we need to work at helping me relax and open that hole for you. I've got some lubricant we can use tonight if you want.'

'I reached out for her and pulled her on top of me and rocked her in my arms and told her how amazing she is. 'Is there anything you want me to do to please you?' I asked.

'Carry on doing all these things. I like it when the four of us are together and I think they do too. How would you feel if I let dad put on my suncream and touch me and feel me like you do?' Clare blushed, something she very rarely did. She was normally the leader not the asker of the way.

'I'd like to watch when it happens,' I said. 'How far would you let him go?'

'It may be difficult to stop. Mum said she and dad have talked about it and she knows dad would like to shag me sometimes.'

'Would you like him to?'

'I think so, but I said to mum I would only do it if you agreed and only when you are there too. I wouldn't ever sleep with him like we did last night, Ben. Would you mind very much if he shags me?'

I kissed her again and again and said: 'No, not if it's what you want. But I know I'll be turned on watching you.'

'I want us all to love each other. Mum wants you to have her too, you know, when you're ready. She told me she once came when she was dreaming about being in the shower with you. I got so aroused as she told me, we kissed and fingered each other. You and dad were both out watching a match so after a while we both really showered together, touched each other intimately and talked about how to please you, Ben.'

I understood that mum and Clare had engineered something they both wanted and I knew that they were content with the consequences of their dreams as they unraveled in reality.

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After breakfast we all set off again for the naturist zone and were soon walking along, less self-consciously today, in search of the kind of spot we wanted. We found a sheltered place where the pines come close to the shore and where there would be a good view of the beach before us. It was a calmer and warmer day today and there seemed to be more groups and couples going by.

Mum asked me to do her back which I did just as I had done Clare's the previous morning. She turned over and asked me to do her front. I started on her breasts and the full impact of what I was doing was soon made obvious by my strong erection. I worked my way down her tummy to her cunt. Gingerly I rubbed some lotion in that area. I was panting nervously. 

'Go on, put your fingers inside me, Ben, please.' mum said in her normal mum-calm voice that you didn't question. I did and pushed as I had with Clare. 'More' mum said, so I pushed four fingers in and found her clitoris. Mum took hold of my dick and squeezed and pumped it. I came in seconds and fell backwards on the sand.'

'That was superb' mum said. I think she had come too but I didn't ask. I looked at Clare and saw that she and dad had been watching us closely. Dad smiled and Clare winked at me and pushed some of her own fingers deeply into her own cunt in a kind of gesture of companionship, I think. She winked at me at the same time which for me and Clare had always been a sign of almost conspiratorial love. Although I had just enjoyed a first sexual experience with my mum I knew I was falling in love in a new way different from any of my old feelings with a beautiful sexy young woman who happened to be my sister.

I watched as she let dad massage her back and bum with suncream. She then turned over and he fondled her breasts and you could see they were both physically very aroused and I was not surprised when dad said: 'Are you sure, Case?' checking he was reading her reactions properly.

'Yes, dad, yes.' He thrust into her and she locked her legs with his and held him as father and daughter shagged, fucked - call it what you will - they showed how much they meant to each other. And as they did so, Clare turned her head to me and said at the moment she came [so she told me later] I love you, Ben.'

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Lyn sighed and said: ' I love you, Ben. I am so different in how I feel about so many things now than I was when you started your story. It seems so long ago. '

'And you don't hate me?'

'No, you know I don't. You have given me feelings and desires. I want to walk on those beaches. I want to make love to you in front of your family. I can share you with your sister too if she will accept me. I want to watch you with her or sleep with you both as a threesome. I want to give myself to you. You've taken my inhibitions and given me a confidence I never thought to find. Say something, please.''

'You know it all, Lyn. If you came to stay with us you might still be surprised. At home in the evening we normally go round naked now. Sometimes mum and I shower together or shag each other during the evening. Sometimes Clare likes me to fuck her in the arise while mum and dad watch us and then dad fucks her cunt. Less often dad and Clare fuck [Clare prefers the word] two or three times but Clare still finds the energy to confirm her love when we go to bed. I still love my sister and I love you. Can you work that out?'

'Yes, yes I can' I said. 'And if I go on holiday with you will your dad want to fuck me and your mum finger me and drive me wild in the showers?'

'Probably, but no-one will make you do anything you don't want to do, I promise.'

'And all that will turn you on incredibly won't it?' I asked. Ben hesitated.

'Yes, it will - but none of that changes my love for you. Do you understand that?'

'Yes. Yes, Ben. So when are you going to keep the promise you made tonight?'

Ben stood up and pulled me gently to my feet. He undid the remaining button of my rumpled blouse and gently took it off my shoulders. It dropped to the floor. He felt round the waistband of my skirt and seemed unsure how to proceed. I said 'There's a side zip and clasp, Ben.' He found it and my skirt fell away. I took his shirt off and unzipped his jeans pushing them down around his ankles. He stepped out of them and picked me up in his arms. He laid me on the bed in my bedroom and then sat above me straddling the tops of my thighs. 

'Go on' I said. I wanted him to take me, I wanted him to beat me. I wanted him to come in my cunt, in my arse, in my mouth. I wanted people to see us doing it but at that moment I just wanted him to make love to me fully for the very first time.

He played with my breasts and nipples and I held his dick and slowly rubbed it. He was very hard and I wondered if it would fit in all right. Ben started to finger my cunt again and spread my lips with his fingers. I was very wet and on the verge of total ecstasy. 

'Ram it inside me, Ben. Push it in as hard as you want.'

Suddenly I felt a surge jolt through my entire body as he thrust violently up and into me. '

'Fuck, fuck. Yes. Oh yes. More. Faster' I screamed and he banged away and I tried to keep time with him as I thrust back at him. Too late or too long. I imploded and dissolved in a sea of orgasmic light. 'I love you. Oh you don't know how much I love you, Ben,' I stammered.

'I love you too, my darling Lyn. I can't wait to show my family what a wonderful, beautiful, sexy lover I have.'

'Nor can I, nor can I........'



My Lyn Ch. 03



‘The rest of the term passed quickly and Easter soon came. I had a commitment to ride in several equestrian tournaments in Northumberland and so Ben and I spent Easter apart.'

I was pleased to see my parents and my sister. When I felt the moment was ripe I let slip that I had met someone at college and that we were seeing each other. My sister Sam wanted to know all about it and quizzed me mercilessly to find out how far the relationship had gone. Much as I loved her, Sam is the soul of indiscretion and I told her virtually nothing or at least nothing of the truth. Mum took me by surprise and talked to me when none of the others were in the house.

'Your father wouldn't understand but I am not completely the unbearable prude you probably think I am, you know, Lyn. No, don't answer, just listen for a minute. I hope you are on the pill and that you love him.' After a moment's silence she continued: ' I hope you find a more stimulating partner than your father ever was, in bed, I mean. I hope you learn to really enjoy this boy and to let him enjoy you.'

I didn't know what to say. This was the last thing I had expected. Mum smiled at me and reached out a hand. Physical contact was something she had never been allowed to grow into naturally. I reached out to her hand and pulled her to me. We looked into each other's eyes and I said: 'I have found someone very special and very different too, mum.' I pulled her even closer and hugged her tight. She kissed me on the cheek. I turned my head slightly and found her lips and placed my lips on hers and kissed her, very gently pushing my tongue against her teeth which she opened to let my tongue into her mouth. We kissed passionately and she moved a hand to my bottom and pulled our abdomens close together.

'I'm so happy for you, Lyn.' she said. We moved apart but our relationship was forever changed and we found an increasing level of contact between us as the holiday went by.

I missed Ben terribly. I hadn't realized how much I needed to see him, to touch him every day. I began to worry that he wouldn't want me next term. We'd agreed to phone once a week and we did but after each call I felt worse and also I wanted him more. I imagined him with Clare and knew that they would be doing all the things I wanted to do as often as they both wanted. I imagined them fucking on the lounge floor while their parents watched. I wanted to be involved, to be there. There was no-one I could talk to as I didn't think mum was up to talking about sex like that just yet.

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One afternoon Ben phoned just after two. He knew I'd be home after the last riding event of the holiday. There were just over two weeks of the holiday left. 

'How did it go?' he asked.

'Got a third in the dressage' I replied. I was alone in the lounge. 'God I'm missing you, Ben.'

'How?' he asked. I knew he wanted me to talk dirty and turn ourselves on that way.

'Missing feeling you inside me. Missing you playing with my breasts and fingering my cunt. Missing you undressing me and using me for your pleasure.'

'I miss you too. Are you on your own?'

'Yes'

'Will you do as I tell you?' said Ben softly.

I answered: 'Yes, Ben.'

'Say it.'

‘I will do as you tell me.'

The phone was a cordless type and I had walked over to the window and was gazing absently down the garden at the rear of our house as I listened to Ben. I didn't notice mum appear in the doorway just after I picked up the phone. [So she told me later that afternoon] Mum stood still, hidden behind the open door from where I was. I assumed she was in the kitchen.

'Tell me what you are wearing first,' Ben continued.

'My pale green blouse and black jeans,' I answered.

'Knickers?'

'No knickers, bra or socks. You've got me used to wearing less and less!' I laughed.

'How many buttons of the blouse are undone?'

'Just one.'

'Undo three more. And leave them undone.'

'Mum will comment and tell me to do them up.' I still had no idea mum could hear everything I said even if she couldn't hear Ben she'd have a good idea what he was saying.

'If she does then you must do as she says and say sorry. I'm not trying to get you into trouble. Now put one hand inside your blouse and play with one nipple.'

I did as he said. I groaned into the phone.

'Good girl. Fasten one button. Done that?'

'Yes. What do you want me to do next?'

'Undo the top button of your jeans and pull the zip down.'

'I'm not taking them off here in the lounge.' I protested.

'No, that's fine. Have you undone them?'

'Yes.'

'Now caress yourself using two fingers. Softly.'

I did as my lover asked and I groaned again as I rocked back and forth while my fingers played me. 'I love you', I said quietly.

'I love you, Lyn. Right ram those fingers home into your cunt, now.'

I did and I bent and squirmed as an intense orgasm seized me and I came with a cry: 'Oh God, that's fucking amazing.'

I heard another groan and turned and saw my mum. I slammed the phone down.

'Mum, I...'

'It's all right Lyn, it's all right.'

I saw her hand was on her mound and guessed she'd been rubbing herself as she listened to us. She came over to me and pulled me to her, carefully placing her lips on mine. It was the second time we had kissed like that although we had recently got used to touching hands, sitting close together and putting an arm round each other. All things that we hadn't done before. I had had a very correct upbringing and in some ways Sam and I were spoilt as we got what we wanted and my parents were quite well off. But it hadn't been a childhood where love and affection were displayed naturally until now.

Mum put a hand inside my blouse and gently fondled my breasts. My nipples were hard and erect. I moved a hand to her mound and she whimpered: 'Please.'

She was wearing a lemon coloured knee length dress which buttoned down the front. I undid two of the big buttons and slipped a hand inside her dress. I found the waistband of her knickers and pulled it down hard pushing my fingers towards her cunt. I stroked her.'

'Oh Lyn, I love you.'

'I love you mum' I reassured her and smiled as her fingers found my open jeans and touched me too.

'You must ring him back and say everything's all right', mum said as we moved apart. I fastened my jeans and mum straightened her dress. We had never been so natural with each other before. If anything mum and I had always had a tricky relationship but now I knew we would always be close. I went to fasten my blouse up too.

'Leave it, please. You look so nice.'

I grinned at my mum and she shook her hair and seemed so relaxed and different.

'You'd better fasten it up as soon as you hear dad get home,' she added. 'I'm sorry I eavesdropped when Ben rang. I heard you and I stopped by the door and then I couldn't move and what you said and did turned me on so. I haven't felt like that for years.'

'That's OK, mum. I'm glad it happened.' 

'Take the phone up to your room and ring him back. Go on.'

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I rang Ben and told him what had happened and that everything was fine. He told me he was so proud of me for doing what he'd asked over the phone. Then he said:

'Mum and dad would love to meet you and we wondered if you fancy spending the last week here with us?'

'I'm sure mum will understand. I'm not so sure about my dad. I'll have to ask and ring you back later.' I added: 'Ben, I want to come, really I do.'

'I know.' He went on: 'If you catch a train to Peterborough you can get a connection through to Norwich. I've been online and there's a train tomorrow at eleven forty-two that'll get you to Norwich just before five. Dad and I could meet you at Norwich station.'

'What about all the stuff I have to take back to uni?'

'Couldn't your parents bring it at the start of term and then we could go direct back to Newcastle? They could meet me, too. You know, check out their daughter's not been seduced by a monster!'

'Perhaps I have been,' I laughed. 'OK, I'll try to ring back later tonight. love you. Bye.' 

I rang off, excited by the prospect of a week with Ben. I was scared, however, that my parents wouldn't let me go. Certainly the parents I thought I had would say no but mum might think differently now. I went downstairs to ask her.

'Everything all right now?' asked mum. 

'Yes. He says that next time I should tell you when I'm ringing him so you can come and listen properly!' I laughed and blushed a little. Mum said: 'I might like that, Lyn. Did he want anything in particular?'

'Yes, he's asked me to go and spend the last two weeks with his family in Norwich and then he thought we could travel back to uni together.'

'What about all your stuff?'

'Could you bring it, mum, and then you could meet Ben. You'd like him, I think. But I think dad will say 'no' anyway so perhaps we should forget the whole idea.'

'Leave your father to me. I'll make sure he says yes. Go and start packing what you need. You'll just need a small case, I expect. Most of your clothes are ready. There's a couple of blouses and t-shirts that need ironing.'

'OK, I'll do them first,' I said, feeling much happier now mum was clearly on my side.

'Don't forget there are two of your nighties in the airer, just washed.' She looked at me and then grinned. 'Perhaps you don't need them?'

I looked her openly in the eye, smiled and said: 'No, I won't, mum. I will tell you anything you want to know, mum, anything.'

''I'd like that sometime' she answered, smiled and then it was her turn to blush. She looked away in embarrassment and I walked over to her and put an arm round her shoulder. 

'I can be your friend as well as your daughter, you know,' I held her tight.

'Perhaps you'll let me be your friend as well as your mother too.'

I kissed her tenderly on the tip of her nose. 'Get on with you', she laughed and pushed me away playfully. I had a new mum and I liked the new model very much.

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I don't know what mum said to dad but when we sat down to eat he said:

'I gather you're going to Norwich to see this boy-friend of yours. I think it's best if your mum takes you into town in her car tomorrow as I'm at a meeting in Durham. You'd better leave here at about eleven o'clock to be on the safe side. Have fun.'

Mum must have had some sort of hold over him to get him to make life so easy. Dad didn't normally make anything easy.

'Thanks, dad' I said and reached my hand out to his. He patted it and said: 'You're growing up, Lyn.' I didn't know what that was supposed to mean but mum must have got through to him.

We chatted that evening as normal and watched the TV. Sam was sleeping over at a friend's house. I went to bed at ten o'clock and I heard them come upstairs soon after. I fell asleep wondering what Ben's family were like and I had my first nerves thinking about what Ben might expect me to do and whether I would be relaxed enough to join in with everything. In my mind I knew I wanted to but I had just a twinge of fear of the unknown. It would be better to be there with Ben at my side as I always feel I can do anything he wants me to do with confidence. I drifted off to sleep.

I woke at about half past eight as I heard dad's car go off down the graveled driveway. I put my nightie on seconds before my mum came in with a cup of tea. I'd got so used to sleeping naked it felt uncomfortable and restricting to wear a nightie. It was not unusual for her to bring me a drink but it was unusual to see her in her nightie. Normally she wore a heavy dressing gown first thing in the morning. The nightie had five or six buttons down the front but didn't unbutton all the way down. All the buttons seemed to be undone and she seemed to not be aware or not to care. I grinned at her and said thanks.

'When's Sam coming home?' I asked.

'Not until Thursday morning,' mum answered.

'Oh, I'll ring her from Norwich then.'

'When are you getting up then, Lyn? I was thinking of having a shower shortly.'

I don't know why or how but it came into my head to ask her if she'd mind if I joined her. Ben liked to fantasize about me taking a shower with his sister or his mother and I thought, what the hell, I'll say it.

'Mind if I join you?' I asked, as modestly as I could.

'I'd like that, Lyn. Yes, I'd like that very much. Shall I come and tell you when I'm ready? I've a couple of things to do downstairs.'

‘Great,' I said. 'I'll just drink my tea.' I pulled the nightie I'd just put on back over my head and threw it on the bed. I sat up to drink my tea and read a few pages of a trashy novel that I had left unfinished last summer.

I heard mum come back upstairs and then go to her room. A couple of minutes later she walked into my room. She was naked. She looked beautiful with her long dark hair down her back. Her breasts were still firm and her nipples were erect. I had never seen her stripped before and I wondered if she had fingered her nipples or whether it was just her thoughts that had made them so aroused. I smiled warmly at her and moved the duvet off my lower body so she could take in all of me.

'It's a long time since I saw you like that' she said gently.

I swung my legs from the bed and stood up. I went over to my mum and said: 'Shall we go?'

She nodded. I felt she might need some encouragement. 'You look lovely, mum' I said and put a hand on her bottom. She kissed me on the shoulder. 

The bathroom was just round the corner. We got into the shower and mum turned it on adjusting the temperature. I took a flannel and started to wash her. I washed her tummy and then worked my way up round her breasts. She closed her eyes. I asked her to turn round. She did and placed her hands on the tiled wall and moved her legs slightly further apart. I felt it was an invitation or an acknowledgement of her consent. I soaped the flannel and washed her back. I washed her bottom working carefully in towards her hole. She groaned as she had the previous afternoon. I knew she was in heaven. I began to soap her cunt with the flannel and then I dropped the flannel and pushed two fingers gently inside. 

Just one word followed in a whimper: 'Harder.' She panted. I thrust three fingers in hard and worked her roughly, touching her clit. She shook and swore as she came. We kissed for a long time as she moved the shower head around me.

'That was wonderful, Lyn. I've never felt like that, ever.'

'Wash me please now, mum, will you?'

'Of course, my darling.' She started on my breasts and soon found her way to my cunt. I was very turned on already of course and needed to come. 'Hurt me, please. Ram yourself into me.'

It was as if she had newly discovered her sexuality. She pushed all her fingers hard up into my cunt and twisted them round pulling on my pubic hair trapped under her thumb. I squealed.

'Sorry'

'No, carry on, please'

She withdrew her hand and then pushed it back in. She carried on repeating this for about thirty seconds. I felt fabulous. It seemed like hours. I was rising to a pitch of ecstasy and I screamed and came noisily grunting and pushing my lower body into hers. We fell into each other's arms.

'You're a very naughty girl,' mum whispered. 'I ought to give you a good spanking!'

'Do you want to?' I shivered at the thought. 

'Maybe one day, if you ever feel ready. Not yet.' There was a sense of unfinished business in her intent. 'Only if you've been very naughty like you were today.'

We moved apart and looked lovingly into each other's eyes. 

'I never dreamt we two could be as close as I know we will be from now on,' she said as we started to dry each other off. 'You were wonderful to me. He has taught you well, your Ben,' she added. 

'He didn't teach me really,' I said. 'Certainly not how to have what we had together. I think he gave me the confidence in myself to do what seems right and natural and to show affection fully when you feel it. It shouldn't be locked away.'

'No. You're right. I think Sam will find her own way too, you know.'

'Oh yes,' I said. 'Sam knows exactly what she's doing.'

'Right.' She was resuming her sensible mother role. 'We need to press on and get dressed. We should leave in fifteen minutes. Are you all packed?'

'Yes.'

'OK. I'll treat you to your ticket. Just a single one, I presume?'

'Yes......Mum?' I asked with a clear question in my voice. She looked up from her purse puzzled. 

'Something the matter?'

'No.' I grinned at her. 'I love you, Jenny.' I had never called her by her first name. She blushed and wiped her eye. 

'I hope you can show me just how much again before too long.' She stretched her fingertips out to me and I reached my hand to her. Our fingertips pressed together gently. I felt her tremble as she quickened again with desire.

We had to go.

It took no time at all and the traffic lights seemed to smile on us as we drove into town. We got to the station in plenty of time and mum bought my ticket. 

'Do you want me to leave you here?' she asked.

'Have you time to come to the train?' I asked.

'Of course.' She picked up my bag and we crossed the footbridge, holding hands. Mum was at ease with herself in a way that was novel but enjoyable for her. The train rolled in and I turned to go.

'Lyn?' She stopped me and I turned. She put her arms around my waist and pulled me to her. We kissed again, as lovers do, on the lips and neither of us cared who saw us or what they thought. We were mother and daughter and we loved each other.

The train left town. We waved to each other as I set off on another journey of self-discovery.

End of Part Three



My Lyn Ch. 04



'I spent the journey trying to finish the novel I had been reading at home. It had been by my bed at home since the summer because it hadn't really grabbed my interest sufficiently to make me want to know what happened next. Stories need to do that, don't you think?' I nodded to her and suggested we walk around a little. We had been on the studio couch for a long time. Most of the couples had gone to bed and the large lounge area was deserted apart from a sleeping dog by the door. 'Shall I continue as we walk?' Lyn asked. I nodded again and squeezed her arm. We picked up a glass of white wine each as we passed a tray near the way out to the garden.

The journey was uneventful and uninteresting. The scenery as you head into East Anglia is depressingly flat and monotonous and to make things worse it was pouring down with rain. My book seemed to match the landscape and my mind wandered. I seemed to be thinking about my mum and hoping she could find outlets for her emotions and her needs. Also I fretted again about Ben's family. What if I didn't like his dad or his mum? Would his sister seem to like me but resent me deep down? Was all this shared family stuff capable of masking more sinister feelings? I needed Ben I realized all the more urgently as I got nearer to him. I wanted to feel the calming touch of his hand in mine. I could face anything if he stood beside me. I smiled to myself as I imagined him in his anorak in the rain waiting on the platform in Norwich.

The train stopped outside Norwich and I wondered if we had broken down in the middle of nowhere. A guard came round and said there was a signal failure. Fate was conspiring against me ever being in the arms of my soul mate. At last we moved off slowly, then stopped again. I picked at a piece of dried-on mud on the bottom of my bag and broke a finger nail. I swore inwardly.

The five car diesel unit rattled across the bridge and into Norwich station thirty-five minutes late. I spotted Ben on the platform as we passed him. He didn't see me through the coloured glass.

I snatched my bag and pushed past people to get out. I wasn't normally assertive like that. Tumbling off the train, almost losing my footing, I ran back to where I'd seen Ben. He saw me coming and held out his arms. I threw myself at him in relief.

'Oh, Ben, do you still love me?'

He ruffled my hair and said: 'Only just. Another five minutes and you were history! Have you any idea how long I've been on this platform?' He pulled me to him and we kissed. I melted against him and all my anxieties melted away too.'

'Where's your dad?'

'Oh he decided to keep dry. I said we'd find him in the Bull over the road.'

'The Bull?'

'Yes. Pub, silly.

'Oh of course, sorry. Brain dead today. Shall we go?'

We found Dave sitting with a beer reading a paper. He stood up and said 'Hello, Lyn. Welcome to Norwich. We've heard a lot about you.' He held out a hand and I shook it.

I blushed heavily and wondered just what Ben would have said about us. Perhaps he described how I pleased him in bed and things. I wanted the earth to open up. 

Dave must have realized what I was thinking. He said: 'Hey nothing you wouldn't mind us knowing. Just about your family and your sister, you know. He did tell us you were beautiful, though.'

I blushed again but began to relax. He asked if I wanted a drink before we set off. 

'No thanks, I'm fine. How long will it take, Dave?' I admired my confidence in calling him Dave so soon. He probably didn't even notice. I liked him already and could see a lot of Ben in him, especially in the way they both talked and certain mannerisms. He would be easy to get on well with.

'I'm afraid it's a thirty minute drive. Can you ring Clare on your mobile, Ben and tell her to tell mum we're only just setting off?'

'Yes, fine,' Ben said. We climbed in the car. Ben gave Clare the message and was clearly being interrogated. 'She's wearing a green fur coat and tall beige suede boots', he said, seeing just how big a lie he could get away with without Clare suspecting. 'No, I don't know what she's got on under that, probably nothing. Don't be so nosey!'

He rang off. He looked at me and laughed. 'She has to know everything first.' I realized he was describing me but didn't care. I got the joke. We cuddled in the back as we drove along but apart from one long kiss I talked to Ben and Dave about my holiday and they told me what they'd been up to. I said my mum and I had got on really well, much better than usual but I didn't say why. I'd tell Ben later. It would turn him on and I knew he would approve of what we'd done together.

oooooo0000oooooo

We reached the house just after 6 o'clock. I met Gail and Clare for the first time. I felt I knew so much about them. There was a lot to take in. I was being assailed from all angles. Gail told me to ring my mum to say I'd arrived safely. Clare grabbed me round the waist and said she'd take my bag to my room. I wondered what 'my room' meant. Was I sharing with Ben or was I on my own? I trusted everything Ben had told me about his family; I was unsure how I fitted in at the moment. I suspected everyone else knew the answer to that question except me: however I knew no-one was hiding the answer from me. I just needed a bit of time to understand how things stood in the Roache household.

Gail passed me a cordless phone and I gathered my thoughts and dialed home. I was thrilled it was mum who answered. 'Hi, it's me, mum.'

'Hello, love. Are you all right?'

'Yes, I've arrived safely. Is everything all right with you?'

'Yes. Your dad got home an hour ago. He's having a late dinner in the lounge.'

'Where are you?'

'I'm in the kitchen, Lyn. Lyn, I don't know who else is there. Please could you use my name again; it was so nice of you?'

I was so touched to hear her request.

'Jenny, I love you. We must get together again very soon.'

'I love you too, my darling. I need to know we can do it again. Say something to help, please.'

'Is dad going away again soon?'

'He'll be in Vancouver for a fortnight in May, from the seventeenth,' said mum.

'Would you like to come to stay for a weekend while he's away? It needn't be a secret and you could get Sam to stay over with Victoria again, I'm sure. Jenny? Would you like that?'

'Would Ben mind, do you think?'

'No, but he might want to watch us - how would you feel, Jenny?'

'You're turning me on, Lyn!'

'Good.' I laughed. I thought you'd like me to, mum, but you haven't answered me!'

'I'd like to say yes but I need to meet your Ben first. I do love it when you call me Jenny. Can it be our secret code, Lyn?'

'Sure. I presume you are on your own?'

'Yes, Lyn.'

‘I'll put those dates in my diary. Tell me what you'd like me to do when I see you.' I looked around to see if anyone was listening. Gail was just next to me; everyone else had wandered away.

'I want you to push into me and feel me and hurt me in my cunt. I want you to use me to make you cum and make me cum. Can you understand?'

'Yes, Jenny, I can do that for you. Ben will want to be there too. Can you think about that, please?' I wondered if Gail had grasped any of that. In a strange way I hoped she had. I glanced at her.

'I'd like that, Lyn,' said Jenny. 'If you're there, I feel safe for anyone else you want to join us. I trust you.'

'You'll have to book a room at an hotel,' I said.

'You're right. I'll drive down early and get a room at the 'Long Boat.'

'I must go, Jenny.' I said. 

'Of course. Enjoy. I envy you, you know.'

'Bye mum'

I put the phone down. Gail smiled at me. 'You and your mum clearly have something very special,' she said.

'Yes, but only since I told her about Ben and me,' I smiled up at her. 'We showered together before we left this morning,' I said simply.

After very gently brushing her hand across my bum and kissing the back of my neck very lightly, Gail said: 'Ben's very lucky to have found you, Lyn. I hesitantly turned and kissed her on the lips; she responded and put a hand on the small of my back, pulling me in against her. She pushed her tongue forward and our tongues entwined. I pulled gently away and smiled.

'I've delayed the meal. What with the train and everything dinner will be ready in about forty-five minutes. That should give you time to check your room out and freshen up. I'm sure Ben can help.' I caught her eye as she winked at me. I understood that she was giving us time to be together before dinner and just catch up. I was so grateful I held out a hand. Gail took it and said:

'I can see why Ben likes you, Lyn. I think you'll fit in just fine.'

'I hope so,' I said nervously. 'I do want to.'

Gail smiled. 'Get upstairs then!' 

I ran to find Ben. 

When I got upstairs I called Ben. He appeared from his room.

'Is your mum OK?'

'She's fine, thanks. Is this your room?'

'Yes. Yours is opposite. Look.'

'We're not sharing, then?' I was getting confused.

'I hope we are, Lyn, yes. My parents won't let anything rush you, however long it takes for you to make up your mind about us. At the same time if we show them we are together they won't question it; they will approve whatever we do, however far we go. They want to make it easy for us, you know. They're not throwing obstacles in our path. You will always have your own room if you need it.'

I smiled at him and said: 'We need five minutes alone together thinking only about each other. Look at me, Ben.'

I stood before him and I knew he was my friend, my soul mate, a partner for life. At the same time I granted him the right to enjoy others, including his sister, his mother and others still unknown. I knew I would have other partners too, and that Ben would want me to, including all his family, probably, and maybe others that Ben might donate me to. I was content and at rest with Ben but I wanted him too. I needed to tell him about my mother and I needed to feel him inside me. I stood before him and said. 'I want you, my lord.' I grinned and pulled my sweater over my head and was topless before him. I unfastened the belt of my jeans, unzipped them and stopped. Do you still want me, Ben?' I asked.

Ben embraced me and pushed my jeans down. I undid his shirt buttons. Faster and faster. I undressed him and we stumbled together naked, falling onto his bed. I giggled.

'I need this,' he said. 'I need this now, please.' Ben and I were naked together. He kissed me tenderly and then bit me on the breasts and on the neck. I bit him too. 'Hurt me' I said urgently. He pulled my nipples and dug his nails into my behind. He hurt me. I begged. 

'Rape me now, Ben.' He pushed fingers up into me, but gently. I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly pumped him. 

He pulled my hand away and moved himself up against my cunt. I said: 'Do me, Ben. Do whatever you want and then give me to the others.'

'This sent him over the edge and he entered me and thrust selfishly into me. I responded as gutsily as I could. I wanted him to think I was his and his to command. 'Tell me what to do,' I said as my legs grabbed him and my cunt enclosed him. 'I love you, Ben. I'll do whatever you tell me. I'm not afraid.' I came as he spurted his cum into me. We held each other tight.

'You're different, that's why I love you,' he said. 'Don't be mad at Clare, she wants to please us both but she's frightened you won't let me satisfy her.'

'I won't split you apart,' I said. 'I want you to still be free to enjoy each other whenever you need to. I want to watch you both doing each other. In my fantasies I've dreamt of being with you all - not of dividing you. I have to belong to you all and be there for any of you who want to take me.'

'Mum will love you, that's no problem,' Ben went on. 'Dad will want to use you but he won't touch you till you tell him you want to share with him. He's a good dad but you must let me know how you feel about him. As I said, take it easy and talk to any of us. There's no hurry. They're not having you till I've made sure you can still remember how to do everything!' He laughed, kissed me and held me. 

'Oh, and there'll be no nudity until you take the lead. We all decided that last night. No-one will embarrass you or rush you.'

I wanted to restore their normal routine. I'd come there in order to experience first hand their unusual lifestyle but I too wouldn't rush things. I had heard so much and it was if as my appetite increased it also broadened. I could do whatever Ben wanted me to do and from our long intimate talks I knew we both wanted the personal variety and fulfillment the family could offer us. 'Go with the flow', as someone said. I turned away from Ben, bent to almost touch my toes and pushed my bottom up towards him. He understood and placed his cock at my arsehole. He had stiffened immediately and I felt his stiffness. 

'I do like you a bit,' he said. I thrust back at him. He responded and pushed forward into me. I pushed back in reply. Suddenly Ben came hard down on to me and began to use me. I loved it. I realized that in my mind Ben now owned me. I wanted to be owned and therefore he could do anything with me without even asking my permission. I grunted and moaned in response as I accepted him. 'Yes, push it up as far as you can, use me, please,' I whimpered. Ben gathered himself and forced himself as he twisted into orgasm and into my tight arse. I screamed with pleasure and pulled his ball sack. He screamed too and bit my neck. I gave in and said: 'I am your slave. I will do your command, sir.' Moments later we flopped down on to the bed; I grinned and stroked his cock as it lay between us.

'Tell me about your mum,' he said.

I think it's time to eat,' I said.

'No there's ten minutes to go he said. 'I'm a fast worker!' 

'Then you should learn to control yourself more!' I said. 'I'll tell you in bed tonight - that's if you're sleeping with me, of course.'

'I want to make love to you slowly like we do in your room at college,' said Ben. 'I want to play with you and arouse you. I want us to come together several times and then fall asleep in each other's arms. I love you so much, you know.'

We dressed quickly. Both of us were just wearing jeans and either a jumper or a t-shirt. My big baggy jumper was loose fitting and had a comfy free feel to it. Since I had met Ben I had grown to hate tight, restricting clothes. Although I agreed not to rush things, I didn't think being nude around any of Ben's family would bother me. My fantasy mind wondered if I would make his dad's cock go as hard as Ben's does when we strip for each other.

oooooo0000oooooo

We went down for dinner. I loved the tuna steaks with broccoli. Cabernet Sauvignon wine and goat's cheese finished a simple but filling meal. I helped clear away and stack the dishwasher. Gail thanked me and spanked me playfully on the bum as I was bending to put the dinner plates in the rack. 

'Sorry!' she said. 'I shouldn't have done that Lyn. I couldn't resist.'

'It's ok,' I said. A few seconds later I rubbed my hand across her bum in reply when she bent to put the knives and forks in the washer. 

'Thanks,' I said. 'I mean thanks for having me.'

She grinned and said: 'Please don't take offence, Lyn, but I think you're intelligent enough to know I wouldn't mean to embarrass you. If you want to join me in the shower any time, like you and your mum did, then I'd be thrilled if you'd be there for me.'

oooooo0000oooooo

Very, very slowly I was being seduced by the erotic magnetism of Ben's family. Everyone snuggled down in the tiny lounge together and watched a film on satellite TV. I felt really relaxed and yet excited, especially every time Clare looked at me.

'That's a lovely sweater, Lyn,' Clare said. 'I'd love to try it on. Do you think it would fit me?'

'I bet it's one size fits all.' I said.

'Do let me try it, Lyn,' Clare pleaded. She was used to getting her own way.

'I'll let you wear it tomorrow, if you like' I countered.

'Can't I just try it on now?' she wheedled. In a way I was grateful for the chance to shock them. However Dave broke in. 'Clare, are you looking for a punishment?'

She stopped. 'I'm sorry Lyn. I shouldn't have asked.'

'That's all right,' I said. 'I want no punishments on my behalf, however naughty Clare has been.' I leaned forwards and pulled my jumper over my head. I was naked to the waist.

'Try it,' I whispered. 'Try it now.' I threw it to her.

'Game, set and match,' said Gail. 'You've been upstaged this time Clare.' I saw Dave looking at me.

I learnt much later that there was a family rule that anyone who broke a family agreement was beaten with an old slipper. The minimum sentence was twenty strokes but no-one was ever beaten unless they declared themselves guilty and agreed they should be punished. In the last year Gail had been beaten once and Clare twice. Dave and Clare had been beaten twice each and Ben once the year before. I learnt that beatings were usually for selfish behaviour that upset or caused worry to other members of the family. Not for breaking plates or pranging the car. 

Beatings were watched by the rest of the family or by those who were at home at the time. The guilty person always chose who was to do the beating. Months later Gail told me she had been beaten by Dave and by Clare but had never chosen Ben. The last time she was punished, it was for saying to a friend on the phone that Clare was so flat-chested she sometimes looked more like a boy. Unfortunately Clare had overheard and was devastated. Mum was distraught when she realized that Clare had heard her and that she was so upset. Gail had immediately demanded to be punished. She decided to receive forty strokes, twenty from Dave and twenty from Clare. She stayed in bed for two days afterwards but never complained. She told me she wept uncontrollably from about the nineteenth stroke but she didn't flinch. 

Apparently Gail liked to be spanked now and again, but these less formal events did not figure in Dave's punishment record. This was more of a desire she and Clare shared when they were alone together and was no more than six to a dozen strokes. When Gail told me all this I began to imagine myself being beaten and I asked Dave one night what I needed to do to get well beaten by him. He smiled and said: 'I don't think you should plan to be nasty or inconsiderate, Lyn. That would be against the family's principles. If you want to find out whether being beaten turns you on I can always give you twenty strokes for our joint pleasure.' Apart from Ben, Dave was the only man who could make me climax just by talking to me.

So, naked to the waist, my nipples hard with the awareness of what I had done and feeling all eyes on me, I sat rigid, a bit scared but proud and very excited. Then, embarrassed, I stood and went upstairs. I went to my own room.

Gail must have followed me upstairs. She came into my room. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, still naked to the waist.

'I want to share myself with you all, not split you up.' I felt tearful and Gail realized and put an arm round my shoulder. 'I don't mind Clare's teasing; she may feel threatened by me. I don't want that; I want her to still have Ben as she always has. I'm sensitive too to other people: affection hasn't been copyrighted. Gail, I'm intelligent enough to let Ben enjoy others while others enjoy me. It's what Ben has made me expect as he has let my fantasies fly. And I know I'm capable of going down sexual paths I haven't explored yet.'

'We promised ourselves we wouldn't rush you,' said Gail.

'Then Clare broke the rules,' I said. 'but I won't have her punished. That wouldn't help and I want her to be my friend. I'm glad I took my sweater off in front of you all. In fact I'm going to go back downstairs.'

'Like that?'




My Lyn Ch. 04



'Should I take everything off?'

'No, Lyn. you know I didn't mean that.' She bent towards me and I responded. 'I'm in love with Ben, Gail: I won't risk that love but I can share it with you and Dave and Clare, if you all want me to.'

'Clare and I would like that very much. If you're not putting another sweater on, would you like to take my blouse off? We'll both go topless and see how Clare reacts to that.'

'And Dave?' I said. 

'Dave thinks you're beautiful. He told me this afternoon. He said he would love to make love to you but not until you ask him to and only if Ben says it's all right.' The thought aroused me.

I went back downstairs dressed as I was; Clare blushed as I walked in. I dropped into a cuddle from Ben who said: 'I think you won.' 

I answered clearly and firmly, for them all to hear: 'That's not the point, Ben. I'm not into winning or losing. I want to join in with your family not chuck a hand grenade in and wreck everything.'

'I looked at Clare and said: 'It suits you.'

'It suits you better. Do you want it back?'

'No, you keep it, Clare for now. I wanted to show how comfortable you all make me feel.' I was proud my breasts were firm and a nice size, not much different from Gail's in size although my nipples are much smaller. Clare's much smaller breasts were very sexy to me though and I longed to touch them.

I was tired after the journey, the sex earlier with Ben and the stresses of my initial meeting with Ben's family.

Ben and I went to bed. I fell asleep in his arms, naked but safe. I woke to feel his cock gently pushing against my rear. I stirred and turned over. 'You can fuck my arse if you really want,' I said, 'but I'd like most of all to be done in the cunt - hard, rough and I'll give it hard to you too.' I did.

oooooo0000oooooo

That day we drove to Crome Bay and walked for four or five miles along the sands. For lunch we found a country pub, the 'Dog and Partridge,' and we squashed ourselves into a corner of the busy saloon bar. Dave was next to me. I felt his leg pressing against mine. I moved away for a moment and then returned the pressure. Dave responded and placed a hand on my thigh. I looked at him, smiled and said: 'That's nice.' He was surprised by my openness with the others. I placed a hand directly onto his crutch. He breathed in sharply and I withdrew my hand. He took my hand a bit later and just held if for a while. I responded to a little squeeze and smiled into his eyes. Erotic fantasy and physical desire don't always need actual contact, I thought, but they must have trust and friendship.

That evening I changed to a brief top with narrow straps and a satin finish. It could slip easily off my shoulders and my nipples showed well through the thin tissue. I had also changed from jeans to the skirt I'd worn back at college that important afternoon when Ben first touched me. 

Before we went down to dinner I whispered to Ben: 'I will ask you to take my top off tonight if I feel relaxed with you all. Later, probably quite a bit later, if I whisper that I'm ready, and only if it pleases you, I want you to unfasten my skirt at the clasp and then lift the skirt up and show me to everyone. I want you to finger me openly, really slowly and I'll squirm in front of you all. You can fuck me and then let Dave fuck me if you want - it's up to you. My fantasy is to please you but not know until the moment what it is you will tell me to do. I want you to choose. You can use me or donate me to another. I love you, Ben,' I murmured, 'I want you! I want to prove that my love for you has no limits and no fears. I'm yours, Ben. If you say you want me. But for keeps, I mean, not just for the time being. You must know I am not here for a quick fling; I want us to promise to commit for ever.'

'You are the one. I don't know how fate enabled us to find each other. But you are the one. You know we will both have other partners. We agreed we want that. But it will only be within our strong relationship, bound by our love, not outside it. So it will be this evening, if you wish. And yes, I will choose for you, both who and how.'

I stood proud before him and blew him a kiss.

'You are very unusual,' Ben said. 'I believe you are a precious stone that must be treasured.' We went down to eat. Later we settled down in our armchairs. I was warm and happy and I told him I'd like him to take my top off. He did and so did all the others. Clare grinned at me in encouragement. We chatted about holidays in France and future holidays I hoped to have alongside them. Gail asked me about my mum and very nervously I told them. Clare played urgently with her breasts and nipples as I told them. She turned me on. Gail supported me by then telling of her first time with a woman, when she was at college. I told them about Ben asking me to do things on the phone and how he aroused me and how mum watched and we touched intimately, really intimately for the first time. Then I told them how I dared to suggest we might shower together and how we did. I described how I felt and how we had talked about how we might do it again and let Ben watch. I told them I had called my mum 'Jenny' and tried to explain how important this was to me.

Shortly after I parted my legs a little and Ben undid the clasp of my skirt and pulled the zip down. Ben lifted my skirt slightly but didn't remove it totally. I wondered if Dave and Clare could see my cunt. I hoped they could and tingled inside. I saw Dave watching and smiled across at him. 

'Would you like another glass of wine, Lyn?' he asked.

'Yes, please.'

Dave filled everyone's glass and sat back down. Gail was next to him on the two-seater sofa. Clare, sitting on the carpet, leaned back against the front of the sofa, between her mum's legs.

'Ben, please move my skirt aside and expose me.' I whispered in his ear. I was virtually naked. I raised my head to my lover and kissed him. He kissed me passionately in return. I pulled his left ear to my head and I nibbled gently then I asked: 'Ben, I'd like you to first push your fingers up into me. Then I want Dave to fuck me and then you to take me to your bed and abuse me whatever way you like. If you approve.'

Ben whispered in reply: 'No. I will finger you but then I will fuck you for the first time on full display. After a break, whilst we watch what the others are doing, we will see if you feel ready for more. I will be with you and watch over you - and love you, care for you, darling, until forever or until you say no.'

'Ben kissed me once more and removed the skirt completely. I was there gloriously naked, for all to see. I wanted them to see and I looked up: they were all looking at me. Parting my legs a little more to expose myself fully, I looked at them and held their gaze.

Ben began to use me. He pushed two fingers into my cunt and played with my clitoris. He parted my labial lips wide and moved his hand partly under me. I squirmed with desire as I knew I would. I watched the rest of the family watch me as I stroked Ben's hardened dick. Ben stood and pulled me lovingly to my feet. We moved onto the thick rug in front of the open fire. Ben hugged me and kissed me. I lowered myself to the warm sheepskin rug and on my back I spread myself wider than I ever had before, wider than I thought I could, and lifted my hips offering my cunt to him. He knelt between my thighs and positioned himself at my opening. He felt me again. Ben's hardness excited me further. I begged him to come inside me. He placed his dick knob against my labial lips and slowly inserted himself. I writhed and trembled in aroused bliss.

'Give yourself in ecstasy,' Ben told me.

'Take me in ecstasy' I replied. 'I belong to you.'

He thrust once more into his property. 

It orgasmed.

End of Part Four