13 comments/ 97053 views/ 34 favorites Topsy Turvy Ch. 01 By: Seethru57 Disclaimer: This is an incest story. It's also a love story. All charcters are 18 years or older. Some view family gatherings as a pain and a waste of time. Others view it as parties to have a good time at. I view them as what they truly are, gatherings. Catching up with relatives lives, fondly remembering days long past, or for myself just plain being with the ones you love. My mother is the rock of the family. Having lost my dad several years ago to cancer, she handled it like a trooper. One thing she insisted upon was that we all get together several times a year besides just on Christmas. She loved us all and felt that just like dad that one day we may not be here either. Family is always there no matter what else in the world goes wrong. None of us are perfect for we all have those little skeletons in our closets. I know I do. My father once had an affair which almost tore our family apart years ago, but we all persevered. My older sister Tracy has been in a loveless marriage but still does her best to smile and hide the fact she is very unhappy. Lucky for her, she doesn't have any children which would depress her even more. But then there is Christie who is my youngest sister. Tracy is the oldest at thirty-seven years old. I was the middle child at thirty-five while Christie is just twenty-nine. Mom said she was an accident of makeup sex with my father after that dreaded affair ended. Any way you look at it, Christie was a wild child. She never seemed to be in one place for very long. She had the body to attract men and use them for her benefit. When she was tired of them she would be off for another adventure and another guy. I had many relatives and most were here now. We all got along but often everyone in the family usually didn't tell each other about their personal lives. I guess it was just to keep the peace and cause no disruptions. That is why these family gatherings worked out fine and had a cordial atmosphere. There was my mother cooking with Aunt Sue, chatting and laughing in the kitchen where they would often be seen shooing away the younger kids. Mom's cooking was the best and I always looked forward to it everytime we got together. As I got up to get another beer, I saw my sister Tracy standing on the front porch with her customary mixed drink and a cigarette in hand. I joined her on this hot summer afternoon. "Hi sis, how's life?" After a puff from her cigarette she answered, "It could be better Mike. But I have my health and I have all of you, so it could be a lot worse. How's the photography thing going?" "Not too bad. It pays the bills." "Yeah, I think more than just pays the bills, Mike. I would love to be in your shoes. Beautiful home, single, and free to enjoy life without any worries." "I don't know sis. I've enjoyed being a bachelor but maybe it's time to settle down. It's just so hard when I'm constantly in the company of beautiful models and trying to convince someone to join me in that glamorous lifestyle. But I am here for you whenever you need me. If you need money or a shoulder to cry on, really anything, just let me know." "It's okay, Mike. I just need the weekly phone conversations with you to help me ease my pain. I guess I better go in and assist mom and Aunt Sue with getting dinner ready," she said as she flicked her cigarette away and turned away from me. I sat down on the porch swing that has seemed to be a mainstay at this home forever. Growing up I enjoyed quiet times watching traffic go by while my family or friends would often join me to enjoy the country life. This house was my home until I moved out after high school. I was the first to leave and spent several years at a far away community college learning my photography skills. It was my love and my camera that always was around me no matter where I went. I already had several family moments taken for the family album today. As I sipped my beer and brushed away a pesky bee, the screen door opened and there was my best friend Christie. Man how I had missed her. She soon sat next to me as I studied her features. Long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and pert breasts. Yep, that was my sister Christie, the heartthrob. "Hi brother, you look as good as ever. I missed seeing you." "Hi honey, how are you? I missed you too. You haven't been around for years and if it wasn't for the occasional letter from you, I wouldn't have known if you were even alive. Where have you been hiding?" She sipped her wine as she responded, "I've been living in hell, Mike. It's been crazy. I met some guys a few years back and they got me hooked on drugs. Since about six months ago I've been a recovering addict. I have no money or job and have been living off of men who would sleep with me, and in turn I got some free meals and a place to stay. My life sucks. I guess I finally found my way back home finally." "Sorry to hear. I was just upset that after how close we were growing up, that you didn't find time to give me a call or come visit. But, I love you and learned it's best to let you have your way even though I fear for your life everyday. Screwing all of these guys isn't safe." "I know brother, and I want to change. But I have nothing and not even a place to stay. I do need to ask you a favor." "What's that, honey?" Her upper lip trembled as she took a moment and then whispered, "I need a place to live. May I move in with you? Please? I promise I'll get my life back on track and move out as soon as I can get a decent job and a place to live. I don't know who else to turn to. Tracy and I weren't always the best of sisters, and besides, her life sucks and for me being there would be hard on her. I don't want to live with mom for she criticizes me for every mistake I've ever made. All I have left to do is ask you. I need you Mike." "I would be glad to take you in. You know I'd do anything for you. But if you do, you must promise me no more of this running all over the country. You need to settle down for a while and get your ass straightened out." "I promise, Mike. I'll help you around the house and stay out of your way if you want while being the best friend I can be to you. I won't interfere with your personal life." "Oh, stop that! You would never interfere with my life. You can go home with me tomorrow. Now let's go eat as the smell of mom's cooking is making me as hungry as a bear." As I stood up, my sister hugged me. It was a hug that I missed badly. It's been too many years since the last one. It would be nice to have her around. Maybe we could help each other to straighten our lives out. We were all sitting at both of the two large tables in the dining room. Mom had used some of dad's insurance money to expand this room just for these occasions. I sat between my mother and Christie. There was so much food and drink was enjoyed by us all. Chattering and friendship was all around me. Christie was telling of some of her adventures. Mom's eyes would roll in disgust while others just nodded or laughed. I sat there listening and not adding much to the conversation. As I looked across the table I could see Tracy sitting there while nibbling at her food and sadly looking back at me with a tear in her eye. I felt for her. She married a guy who totally controls her. Hell, he doesn't even come to the gatherings for he believes our family isn't worthy of his presence. I could see the stress in her face. She is still very sexy in her own right, but looking into her eyes makes me shiver. She had gained a few pounds over the years and her dark brown hair began to show a few greying streaks. She doesn't even wear much makeup like she did when she was younger. I felt a hand on my leg just above the knee. It was comforting for my sister always wanted to be close to me. Growing up, Tracy was the studious one and spent much of her time preparing for college. Christie was the opposite, always flirting with all the guys and hanging around with her girlfriends. But she was close to me. Often my two sisters would fight. They loved each other but each felt the other was invading their space. For me, I got along with both of them and we seldom disagreed. Christie loved her older brother and even before she'd go out on a date, she'd would look to me for approval and guidance. We spent many a day growing up walking to the park. I would take pictures of her and she was always the showoff. She would make faces or throw me kisses or just plain act silly. But every photo I took of her showed how damn sexy she truly was. I loved her and felt I had to protect her. I blame myself. I left her when she was still young and just in high school. She no longer had that one person she could confide in. We drifted apart and soon she was gone and seeking to find unreachable happiness. Like the letters that sporadically showed up in my mailbox, only Tracy would update me if she had heard anything new. My mother seldom discussed her as she felt my sister didn't truly want to be a part of all of our lives. I do know mother was happy when she saw her younger daughter stroll into the house earlier today. Now my aunt Sue was telling stories about the endless shopping trips mom and her did lately. I looked over to Christie and her smile just melted made me feel good. I think she was truly thankful that I was going to take her in. In fact, I know she did as I felt the tender squeezing of my leg. Only problem was it was a little higher on my thigh this time and sent tingles to a certain part of my body. Finally, we all helped clean up and soon everyone sat or stood in small groups talking about how much fun we had. Byes and hugs were prevalent as the family gathering was breaking up and the gang began disappearing. I drove Tracy to the airport to catch her late flight. We hugged and held each other for what seemed like forever. I hated to see her go. I dreaded seeing her head back to hell. I was staying over at mom's and leaving in the morning. When I got back to the house, mom was sitting in the living room doing some sewing with the television on in the background. I sat down beside her on the sofa and kissed her cheek. I said, "Mom, I've always enjoyed our get-togethers. Your cooking is the best. Thank you mom." "No problem Mike. It's always good to see everyone. It helps me to cope with life by myself here. My kids all have their lives. Some are better than others. I was glad to finally see my youngest daughter. For a while I felt she may have fallen off the face of the earth." "Yeah, she always has been a little flighty. I was glad to see her finally. I'm glad she's not doing drugs anymore. She told me that you were going to take her in. That's a wonderful thing to do to help her get her life straightened out. She's going to need a friend to get over her addiction. We had a heart to heart talk after you left and she really needs your guidance. She's staying in my room tonight while I sleep here. Now go get some rest. You two have a long ride back tomorrow," she said before stifling a yawn. I kissed the top of my mother's head and headed off to the room I grew up in. As I laid there falling asleep, my thoughts went back to my childhood. My thoughts were of my sister Christie. As I pulled into my driveway I heard a gasp from Christie. She stared wide-eyed at my expansive home. I just smiled as I parked my car and opened my door. I strode around to the passenger side and opened the door for her. "Wow Mike, nobody ever opened a door for me before. Looking at this place I see somebody I know is living the good life. I guess photography can be a lucrative profession." "I have no complaints," I told her as I pulled her suitcases out of the trunk. She looked on in awe after I led her into the house. She followed me as I deposited her things in the bedroom closest to mine. I had four bedrooms for sleeping arrangements mostly for models when they were here for shoots. I gave her a tour of my place and she just silently followed me through each passing room. Finally, we entered my studio. It was a huge room in the back of the house full of props and photography equipment. My sister walked around looking at the framed photos I had hanging along one wall. There were pictures of my models from clothed to totally nude. Some photos had several women posing together. These were the best photos that I deemed able to grace my walls. My sister stood next to me and said, "I guess it wasn't the type of photography that I had envisioned you were doing. You are a great photographer for these pictures are very erotic. I've had some guys take pornographic pictures of me and they looked really slutty, not sexy like these." "My sister is into porn?" "Well, I was never afraid to show off my body. Remember I was on drugs and really don't have recollection of my dates taking the photos. Didn't you notice when we were younger that I was always teasing you? I would give you a peek at my panties or maybe some cleavage just to see what your reaction was." "I just thought you were being bratty and not thinking you were trying to turn me on sis. I haven't got into the hardcore photography yet. I do send the shoots I make to adult magazines and websites. If you look in some of the more famous nudie magazines you will see my work from time to time." She put her arm around me and said, "Thanks for taking me in. I'm looking forward to this adventure. Mike, you've always been my idol. I've always looked up to you and wanted so badly to be strong just like you. When you left home, I was totally lost. I guess I acted out my inmaturity and frustration for being home with mom and dad while you were off making a life for yourself. I want to make it up to you. I want you to be proud of me as much as I've always been proud of you." "Thanks honey. Now go relax and I'll whip up something on the barbecue grill. Do you have a swimsuit?" "Yes brother, but do you think you can handle me in a bikini? Let me guess, you have a pool?" "I sure do. We can go relax and take a dip. I have several shoots to do in the morning so it'll be good to enjoy a little peace and quiet. Christie, I'm glad you are here too because I have missed you dearly." She hugged and kissed my cheek. I could swear I felt her rubbing her breasts against me harder than I've ever felt her do that before. Then she broke away and headed to her room. I just smiled as I headed to mine to change as well. Things were looking up. I had the hamburgers sizzling when I turned around and saw a goddess. The red bikini she wore hardly covered a thing. As she strolled towards me I could barely see two triangles covering her nipples. Her tits, although not large were still a handful, and that handful was barely covered. I looked down and she wws wearing a thong bottom. I figured she must keep her pussy well manicured for she surely was showing a lot of skin. Soon she was standing next to me as I tried to concentrate on my cooking. "Your tongue is hanging out, Mike. I guess your little sister has a nice body?" "Uummm, yeah." "I'm going to go get wet a little before you finish dinner. I love getting wet, don't you?" I just nodded as she gave me a grin and then headed towards the pool. I watched her ass wiggle seductively as she strolled over to the towels I had lying on a lounge chair. She made a point of bending over and holding that pose for my view. Her ass cheeks were bared with just a wispy string running between them. I could swear my sister was intent on driving me crazy. I soon heard the splash as she dove into the pool. When the burgers and food were ready I took it over by the pool. I shrugged off my robe and sat down and began to eat. I watched my sister swim effortlessly back and forth in the water. Her ass glistened with rivulets of water as I stared at her sexy body. She eventually reached the ladder and began to climb out. The water cascaded down over her breasts and I was mesmerized by her beauty. She began drying herself off and she accidentally brushed one of those triangles off of her breast. I caught a glimpse of her stiffened nipple. My mouth watered as she pretended to not notice me as she did a good acting job in drying herself off. Finally she looked at me and slid the piece of material back over her bared nipple. Now I knew she was teasing me. She grabbed the other plate finally and sat next to me. I have seen some of the sexiest models in the world, but I have to admit, my sister was right up there with them. I hate to admit it, but I would love to photograph her in a more intimate manner. She just kept giving me that heart warming smile as she ate her food. "Nice suit bro. A speedo looks good on you. You have quite a package that I saw earlier from in the pool," she said between mouthfuls of her burger. "Speaking of nice suits, you should try wearing one sometime. You might as well be naked." "I kind of think naked wouldn't bother you too much in your business. I just wanted to wear this to get you all worked up." "Well, you have definitely done that. Just remember that you are my sister. You better behave." "Awww... Mike, let's just enjoy this. I need to tell you a little secret. The reason I never could find the right man is because none of them could live up to the one I truly love. You are my ideal man, so don't be afraid to show it." I was stunned at what she just said but knew deep down I felt the same way about her. But that nagging voice inside of me also knew that this would be incest. I had to try my best to not let on how deeply I loved her too. "We need to act like adults here Christie. We may regret it after if we do something we shouldn't." "Awww... brother, you need to have some fun. Let's go for a swim. You aren't the only person who would like to see a wet body in motion." I went to put things away as I heard the splash of the water once again. I returned to see my sister standing in the pool with her nipples so hard I thought they'd knock her top right off. I dove in and quickly stood next to her. "This is the life Mike. A pool, a big house, and me," she said with a grin. The smartass suddenly splashed me! I quickly returned the wave of water all over her and we quickly began to playfully fool around in the pool. I accidently brushed her butt and she managed to bump my crotch with the back of her hand. Then she jumped on me and dunked me under the water. She straddled my back and I could swear I felt her pussylips slide over my backside. I managed to throw her off and snuck over to her before grabbing at her arm, but I missed and floated there with just a skimpy bikini bra in my hand minus the owner. "Gee brother, I didn't know you wanted to swim nude. Maybe you should join me." With that she grabbed my bottoms and yanked them down. My already hard cock floated free in the water. She tossed my trunks out of the pool and then slid her thong off as well. We soon stood facing each other naked as the day we were born. "Nice pecker there brother. Be careful for you might poke an eye out with that." "I guess we just became clothing optional around here. I don't mind if you don't." She giggled as she told me, "Living together you knew it was bound to happen eventually. I never was one to be modest. I like your cute buns and I especially think your cock is one of the best I've ever seen. Now, catch me if you can." She swam away and I soon followed after her. We teased each other and there was some naughty touching going on. But I did my best to keep it casual and try not to do anything but play. I did wonder if my sister had other ideas, however. Finally we tired of our games and headed out of the pool. I have a very secluded place and no nearby neighbors. I studied her naked ass and did my best not to kiss it as she climbed up the ladder. We soon laid on our loungers and tanned our nude bodies. We chatted and talked over old times. After a while the idea of being naked was almost forgotten. My cock took a rest and finally calmed down to a flaccid state. Topsy Turvy Ch. 01 Later we both headed inside. I put on some boxers and she came out wearing a long nightshirt and a pair of pink panties. As I looked at her ass my cock stirred again. Living with my sister was going to be harder for me than I ever imagined. I think she realized that too. "Want to watch a movie, sis? I'll grab us a few drinks. Scotch okay?" "Yeah, sounds good Mike. Be like a date night." "Movies are over in that cabinet next to the television. Pick out something," I told her. I found a seat on the large sofa I had and watched my sexy sister bending over and reading the DVD titles. I kept my eyes glued to her cute ass in those lacy panties as she peeked over her shoulder. Catching me looking, she wiggled it and went back to scanning the movies until she grabbed one. Soon she had it in the player and sat down next to me as I handed her the drink. "I found something naughty. Put your arm around me Mike and pretend we are on a date." She scooted closer to me and grabbed my arm. The movie began and I saw it was something a little racy and a love story. My sister leaned against me and my hand accidentally fell over her breast. I caught myself and pulled it away but she had other ideas and quickly placed it back on her breast. I could smell her perfume as her head rested on my shoulder. I dimmed the lights and we began watching as a scantilly clad woman ran on a beach with her large breasts bouncing. I absent mindedly felt my sisters boob and she just sighed. Her breath on my neck felt so good. The movie soon turned into a couple kissing and groping each other. My hand found my sister's nipple and I teased it through her nightshirt. As I teased it she slid her hand along my boxers and began to tease my cock with her fingers. She traced the outline of it and after some caressing she found the gap in my underwear. It was my turn to gasp as she teased my naked shaft. Neither of us said anything as my hand now played with her other breast. The couple on the screen were now nude and preparing to fuck each other. "I have a surprise for you for being so nice and taking me in," my sister whispered to me. She managed to slide my cock through the hole in my boxers and her hand wrapped around it. She skillfully worked me up into a frenzy as she definitely knew how to handle a prick. Her stroking and my caressing of her nipples through her nightshirt had us as worked up as much as the couple on the screen. My sister suddenly sat up and placing her hands on the bottom of her shirt, she slowly pulled it off and her magnificent tits shook free. Then her panties soon joined her shirt on the floor. Her hand quickly slid back to my cock and then she suddenly dove into my lap. I moaned as her sweet lips encircled my cock while her tongue teased the tip. I was now mauling her naked breasts and tweaking her nipples which were very hard. She moaned around my cock as she began to slide her lips up and down the shaft. She was definitely a pro at this as her fingers traced around my balls and her mouth worked wonders on me. She kept this up for a while and then when she felt I was ready for more, she raised her head and looked me in the eyes. "I'm going to fuck you brother. I want this wonderful cock deep inside of me," she said seductively as she was now standing and preparing to straddle me. I wanted this as badly as she did. I held her hips as she reached for my cock. She lined it up and while facing me, I felt her hot pussy envelop me. As she slid down very slowly, she leaned over to me and her lips met mine. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kissed me hard with her tongue snaking into my mouth. She rhythmically worked her sweet cunt up and down and the passion was ignited in our bodies. Gone was the worry of incest. We became two lovers pleasuring each other and in no hurry to reach a finish. We must have made love for quite a while. Christine would pull from our kissing and moan out that she was coming before once again holding me tight. I licked her ear lobe before sucking it into my mouth. She laid her head on my shoulder and we just rode out the wonderful feelings. I have had plenty of sex in my life, but I've never done it where there was so much passion. "I love you brother. I have always loved you. This was meant to be. I wanted to make love to you so bad that it was finally time we did. Right now I think you need release. It's not fair that I have orgasm after orgasm and you don't." Christine pulled off of me and she climbed onto the couch next to me getting on all fours. She wanted it from behind and I wanted to see that hot, sexy ass as I fucked her. I soon joined her from behind and as I lined up my cock I saw my sister lay her head on her arms. I teased her pussy with my cock causing her to wiggle her ass as my cock entered her from behind when she blurted out, "Do it to me hard! Cum inside of me. Show me how much you love me." I began to do pound her hard as she kept grunting with each thrust. I knew it wouldn't be much longer as I watched her sexy ass as it kept moving back to meet my every push. My balls were slapping her pussy and she was so wet I could hear the wet sounds of our genitals meeting. "I'm going to cum, sis. I love looking at your hot ass, it's turning me on so much!" "Do it brother. Give me every last drop..." And I did. I felt the rush of my sperm as it shot deep inside of her. She continued to mumble and moan as I filled her pussy to capacity. My balls were feeling the overflow of our mutual cum until I finally gave her my final shot. I just knelt there holding her hips and watched as my sister looked up at me. A smile of contentment showed me that she was very happy with what we had just done. I knew I had just experienced the best sex of my life. Finally, she collapsed and I did as well. I rolled over and she finally found the strength to lay her head on my chest. We both were messy and sticky, but it really didn't matter. We just caressed each other lovingly as our lips met once again. Something happened here tonight that changed a brother and sister's lives forever. It was that powerful little word called 'love'... Topsy Turvy Ch. 02 Hi there, Sorry there's been a delay with this one - I was stuck for a loooong while, but hopefully I've got my mojo back - let's see. I hope you enjoy this one. Please do comment and vote as I appreciate it and it lets me know if the journey is going in the right direction. Many thanks Elle x 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o Michael Collins wasn't quite sure what woke him. He didn't know if it was the smell of the cakes baking wafting from the kitchen, or the little gnome who was banging his pick axe searching for diamonds in his head. Either way, all Michael knew was that he was awake, hungry and in pain. Astounded that the children had let him sleep for a full night by himself, he opened his eyes, well one eye, with difficulty and peeked around the room. Michael was stunned to find that where the photo of him and Veronica shoving cake in each other's faces at their wedding normally hung, was now a poster of Pamela Anderson in her Baywatch days. He turned his head slowly and saw a large bag with what looked like a muddy football kit dumped on the floor surrounded by dirty plates and topped off with mouldy glasses. Mike shuddered in his delicate state feeling the vomit climbing up his throat and was only saved by his sudden panic -- where was he, and where were his kids? Swinging himself out of bed and regretting it bitterly, Mike took the time to try and find his clothes but found that he was clothed only in his boxer shorts and those were decidedly damp. Racking his brain to remember if he had had a dream worth savouring, or if he had had an accident, he decided the best bet would probably be to find out just where he was, where his clothes were and what had happened. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that his phone and wallet were on the bedside cabinet so obviously he hadn't been mugged, so where the hell was he? He scratched his head and made a beeline for the door hoping that there wasn't a group of crack addicts waiting to pounce. ******************** Alanna was sure this time that she had heard movement. She glanced at the clock once more and found that her mysterious "Single Dad" guest loved to sleep. This propensity for sleep was now prohibiting her from going out shopping or doing the normal things she would do on a Saturday morning because, regardless of how difficult his life was - which frankly wasn't her problem - she was loath to leave a stranger in her house alone. And yet, each time she approached the door to wake him with her frying pan in hand intent on delivering the message of how irritated he made her, she would peek at him sleeping like a log and feel bad for waking him. This ended up in her resorting to stomping back to the lounge and making as much noise as possible in the hope of waking him. The past fifteen movements that she had heard had been false alarms but number sixteen it seemed was the kicker. Hearing her brother's bedroom door creak open and the tentative footsteps that followed it, she prepared herself to greet her guest and was quite disappointed to find that it was simply Persia, her kitten, padding her way from the bedroom to perch herself on the lounge window sill and watch the birds that she constantly wanted to pounce on. Alanna huffed to herself at the sixteenth false alarm and went into the kitchen to check on her cakes, taking her cordless phone with her. ********************** A tentative Michael pushed open the door to what he assumed was the lounge, and finding no one, made his way towards the back of the room which lead to what he thought was the kitchen, at least, that's where the music was coming from. As he reached the doorway, he found himself facing the back of a tall woman who mysteriously had Mickey Mouse winking at him from her bottom. She hadn't noticed his arrival as she currently seemed to be embroiled in a very detailed conversation which, it seemed, was about him. "I don't know - yes I'm more than aware that it is eleven o'clock. No I don't know what time he's going to wake up - strikes me he is sleeping for England." She stopped to listen to what the person on the other line was saying and wiped down the sideboard in the kitchen at the same time. He watched her long neck which was displayed by her short pixie cut nod decidedly and then heard her say, "Well it's not my problem, and if he's not up in the next fifteen minutes I'll wake him up the same way I woke him before - the hose is ready." She stopped to listen to the phone again and laughed, "Shut up, I did feel bad, but then he swore at me so I kind of thought 'fuck him'!" She listened and growled over the phone, "No Tams, I had him take his clothes off and I put him to bed - What? No, Gabriel's bed! Dirty bitch - what do you take me for?" Cackling at her friend's response she said, "I don't know how big - no I was not tempted, after Helena had touched him up..." Michael had heard enough. It seemed, according to this woman, that he had been attacked by a hose, assaulted by her friend and now her other friend was suggesting that she assess his crown jewels. He decided it was time to enlighten his host as to his presence. He cleared his throat angrily and she swung around caught like a rabbit in the headlights. "Shit, I've got to go, it's woken up." Michael bristled at the way she ignored him to finish her call but felt that he didn't have much authority when he was standing in a stranger's kitchen in a pair of boxer shorts with very little knowledge. ********** Damnit, having spent all morning tip toeing around preparing herself for his arrival, Alanna was disgruntled to have been caught, unawares, in her pyjamas, gossiping about her temporary lodger. As she turned to face him, she watched him watch her from head to toe and doing so slowly, like he was taking her in bit by bit. I thought he was mourning the loss of his wife. she grumbled to herself feeling naked by his appreciative stare. She decided it was time to even up the playing field, "Sleep well did you?" Alanna was startled to note that he responded to as her though nothing was wrong as he answered in a calm and relaxed manner, "Yes, thank you." She watched him take in the smell of the cakes baking and waited for him to ask. He didn't. In fact he looked very comfortable standing there in his boxer shorts, and she couldn't help but notice that he had no business feeling awkward as he looked like a man who took very good care of himself. He looked as though he was carved out of granite, his dark skin smooth like marble and the colour of milk chocolate. He had a tattoo on his left arm she noticed as he lifted it to rub the back of his head. She felt something flutter in her stomach, something she decided to ignore, "I bet you're wondering where your clothes are?" "Amongst other things - I'm more concerned about how I woke up damp in a stranger's house." Alanna looked amused, "Hey, lots of guys would love that -- you don't sound too grateful to me" "Why am I supposed to be grateful? Last thing I remember, I was having a perfectly nice drink in a club on my first night out in months and then I'm here, again I say with no clothes on, with you a strange woman shouting at me." "I'm not shouting, I'm simply a little perturbed that you drank yourself into such a stupor that no one could wake you up, then my lovely friend was so worried about you that she suggested we take you home, but then those bitches all passed out and no one knew where you lived so it was just easier for you to come back with me, the sober one, so that we knew you were safe. However, having met you conscious, I'm more disappointed that we didn't leave you there. You're much nicer passed out." Alanna watched as a range of emotions crossed his face and then waited for his reaction as he lifted his hands to her, "Can I have my clothes please?" Alanna could feel her temper rising but kept it in check. She stomped to the tumble dryer and pulled out his trousers and his once white shirt which was now pink and threw it at him. "You're ungrateful, and rude, and I hope that you stepped in my brother's mouldy plates and caught some sort of athlete's foot. And another thing, the next time someone..." Her rant was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell and someone shouting her name from the street downstairs, "La la, open the door baby." ****************************** Mike didn't know which was more comical, the fact that a complete stranger, albeit an attractive one, was arguing with him while he was half naked, or the fact that she had dyed a very expensive shirt in the wash and wasn't in the slightest bit apologetic about it, or the fact that she had stopped, mid rant, and was now staring at him, open mouthed while listening to the male voice shouting for her. Closing her mouth she turned to him, "You need to hide." "Excuse me?" "Seriously, you need to just not be here. That dulcet tone that you can hear is my paranoid kind of ex- boyfriend who thought I was cheating on him and so finished with me. It's taken me six weeks to even get him to answer my calls and now he's here-" She checked out of the window and turned back to him, "Here with my favourite flowers which means he knows he's been an arse and wants to make up. And here you are, ripped and gorgeous and damp in your boxer shorts -- God only knows what he's going to think about that!" Michael raised his hands to her in placation and took a breath to speak but was interrupted by, "Lanna, I'm going to use my key and come up." Silence ensued and Michael was stunned that this was the first time that she had taken a breath. Rather than using the time to get dressed, he found himself studying her. She was tall, her eyes to about his chin so he didn't have to bend his head significantly which was unusual when he was so used to his ex wife's petiteness. Her skin was dark yet luminous, it looked soft to touch. Her eyes slanted like a cat's so she always looked sleepy. It was sexy, and now she was angry or worried or whatever emotion she was displaying right now, he could see the fire sparking in them. It made him wonder what else he could do to spark that kind of feeling in her. She was athletic it seemed. Willowy would be the best way to describe her. She didn't seem to have much in the breast department but her legs went on for miles and for the first time since Mike had woken up, he found that he was actually quite grateful to the Scotch that he had inhaled the night before which had led him here. It seemed that during his perusal of her, Alanna had been studying him right back. And this prolonged studying of one another had shortened Michael's dressing time. This was confirmed by a faint knocking on the front door. Startled and panicked, Michael watched Alanna, as her name had turned out to be, shake her Mickey Mouse slippers off (what was it with her and Disney) and make her way to him. He felt her cool hands push his chest and looked up to ask her just what she thought she was doing, "No time to explain, you need to not be here." Faint at the thought that maybe she was going to throw him out of the window or something, he looked over his shoulder to find that rather than being thrown out of the window, she was pushing him into what looked like the hall cupboard. And sure enough, she pushed him, murmured an embarrassed, "Sorry" and slammed the door. And this was how Michael Collins met Alanna Phillips. Trapped in a small space, half naked, in a stranger's house with burgeoning claustrophobia. ******************** Alanna had dreamed of her reunion with Simon in so many different ways, ever eager to prove to him that he had got her wrong. But hiding a half naked stranger hadn't ever figured in any of them. As she shut the door to the hall and leant against it, her heart racing, she watched the front door handle drop down and watched Simon make his way to her. Simon had been the guy that she had wanted for so long. The kind of guy she never got. He was smooth, very sexy and exceptionally insecure. She had met him through her work when he had ordered a cake for his nephew, and she had raved about him for weeks to her friends and anyone else who would listen. How sexy he was, how polite, how he wasn't wearing a wedding ring and on it went. She had hoped eternally that he would call again and ask her out. She had planned how she would answer, but when push came to shove nothing happened. So she decided that as a twenty first century woman she would make the first move. And she did and they went out and everything had been great. But then she had found out that the reason Simon was unbelievably single was because he had chased away every girlfriend he had as he always thought they were cheating on him, and Alanna was no exception. After numerous break ups and get togethers Simon had broken it off completely leaving Alanna heartbroken but refusing to believe that this was the end. So six weeks of calling and pleading and breaking down his barriers and it had worked. But wouldn't it have had to work on the day when she had a half naked and very attractive man in her house? Simon made his way through the front door, beaming at her sheepishly through the bunch of flowers. Alanna's heart quickened, so delighted she was to see him, "These are for you. I've been an idiot." He held out the flowers to her and she pushed herself off the hall door to make her way to him. "Thanks, and yes - you have been." She held out her hand for him, "Come and kiss me - I've missed you." Simon made his way to her, kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips very gently whilst wrapping his arms around her. Alanna relaxed into his embrace, closing her eyes and inhaling him - she had missed him so much. She felt his lips on hers gently seeking an apology that she was more than ready to give and sighed as his tongue gently slid into her mouth and caressed hers. As their kiss deepened, Alanna became aware of nothing but her and Simon kissing in her hallway until there was the sound of the hall door flying open followed by, "Fuck! Sorry, sorry - I couldn't stay in there any longer. Sorry, I suffer a bit from claustrophobia - I didn't hear anything so figured you lot were in the lounge or something. Sorry." Alanna felt her nirvana slip from her grasp like watching water swirling down a plughole. She wondered what this looked like from outside in. Paranoid ex boyfriend who's just forgiven you - check. Half naked gorgeous stranger bursting out of hall cupboard - check. Her in pyjamas with no bra on - check. She was almost scared to look at Simon but as she took a breath to explain, she was cut short by, "Hi there, you must be Alanna's boyfriend, I'm Michael Collins - nice to meet you." Topsy Turvy Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This is a continuation incest story involving a sister and brother. All characters are 18 years or older. Christie was in the shower as I sat at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee. Thinking back to last night, did I make a mistake in having sex with my own sister? When I woke up this morning, she laid next to me on the sofa sleeping contently with my arm around her body. I snuck off to the shower to spend some time reliving the events of the last day. I truly loved my sister. As I sipped my coffee I heard the shower turn off. Before long I heard her bare feet walk up behind me. As I looked up I saw such a beautiful creature. She wore just a pair of high cut blue laced bikini panties. Her sexy breasts jiggled enticingly as she strolled up next to me. My eyes were drawn to her perky nipples. Then I shook myself back into the real world and stared back into her eyes. "Good morning brother. I hope you slept well." "Yeah I did. But sis, what have we done? I think what we did was so wrong in so many ways." She leaned over and kissed my forehead and then said, "What is so wrong about it? I'm just like any other woman. I have always loved you and it's what we both wanted." "We both wanted this?" She strolled over to the kitchen counter and then turned and hopped up onto it. Spreading her long, sexy legs I tried my best to concentrate on what she was saying. She lifted her legs up and peeled those bottoms off of her and soon returned to her original posture. I could only stare at her shaved pussy with those wonderful plump lips inviting me to them. "Now Mike, when you look at my pussy, what do you see?" "Something very sexy, but this is so wrong. I shouldn't be lusting after my own sister." "Mike, what are your thoughts when you look at my pussy? Be honest." "Ummm, well, it looks good enough to eat." "I see Mike. So come closer because I want to show you something." I walked over and stood between her legs while staring at her beautiful body. She reached for a dish towel and handed it to me. "Kneel down there brother and get a better look." I did as she asked and soon my knees were on the towel. My cock was growing increasingly uncomfortable inside of my shorts. I could only stare at that wonderful pussy inviting me to lick it. "Now bro, does my pussy look like the other pussies that you have seen. Doesn't it look just as edible as theirs." "Yes honey, right now I want to eat it. But you are my sister..." "Right, I am your sister. But my pussy, my tits, my ass that you ogle all the time are all the same as someone else. It's just you will find mine is so much better. Get past the sibling thing and lick my cunt, please." And I did. I reached around her hips and placed my hands squarely on her butt. Then I pulled that succulent prize to my face. My sister placed her hands on my head and guided me the final few inches to heaven. I kissed her pussy lips, paying special attention to each one. I looked up at her as my tongue dipped inside of her for the first time. The love in her eyes as she watched my every move made me desire her even more. Her legs were spread so far apart that her pussy was open for my exploration. And explore I did. With the help of her hands guiding my head, the taste of her leaking juices was enjoyed by my tongue. I suckled each lip and then back deep inside I again slid my tongue. I paid special care in not touching her clitoris just yet. I wanted to tease her so bad that she would beg me to finally taste it. She subtly pushed her cunt onto my tongue and lips while begging me to go higher. But I resisted as I wanted to drive her crazy. I had one more mission to get to before I would get to her pearl. I pulled my hands from her ass and slid them onto her thighs. My fingers brushed her skin lightly until I reached her knees. As she gazed down upon my face with pure ecstasy in her eyes, I lifted her legs up very high. A sudden smile crossed her face when she saw where I was looking and sensed what I was about to do. Her ass was magnificent. As she now slipped her hands from my head and spread her own legs for me, I reached to those soft cheeks and spread them apart with my prying fingers. Her anus was there for the licking and I planned on giving her something really special. "Oh Mike, I've never had my ass licked before. Please do it brother!" And as my tongue tasted that tiny hole I heard her breathing became labored. I teased and licked all around her asshole, making sure to lightly flick it which elicited a moan from her. Her body was trembling as I stiffened my tongue and then broke the ring of her anus. Like a stiff little prick, I began to fuck her ass as my nose kept bumping into her wet pussy. Her asscheeks would clench with each thrust like she was trying to capture it inside of her forever. Licking a woman's ass was one of my favorite things. There was just something about giving them a pleasure that not just any man would do for them. "Oh god Mike, I'm going to cum so bad. Get your tongue in my pussy please. Lick my clit!" Reluctantly, I pulled my tongue out of her tasty ass and slid it over her perenium and up to her clitoris. I flicked it lightly like a feather and she bucked hard against my face. Her legs fell upon my shoulders and wrapped tightly around my neck. It was just me and her clit and I brought her to a screaming orgasm. And she did scream loudly as she thrashed about on my face. It forced my tongue back deep inside of her as I tasted her sweet cum. My cock was so hard as she rode out her pleasure by humping my face forcefully. She finally trembled a bit and then relaxed her legs around my shoulders. I lapped up her juices trying not to miss any traces. I don't know if it was the forbidden lust of incest or not, but she tasted better than any woman I had ever given oral sex to before. We stayed like that for a while as I kept up my teasing and licking of her puffy pussylips. She looked down at me and with those sexy blue eyes she said, "Make love to me Mike. I need your cock inside of me. I want to look into your eyes as you fuck me." I stood up with my legs quite stiff. I slid my shorts off and kicked them away. She reached for my prick and stroked it a couple of times before pulling it closer to her pussy. And with little resistance she had guided me into her quim. Again feeling the wonderful sensation of her cunt for the second time in my life, I grabbed her ankles and began to slide in and out of her wetness. And wet she was as her pussylips glistened from her constant flow. "I leaned over and kissed her as we fucked in perfect unison. She begged me to do it harder but I just teased her with my slow thrusts. Her moaning and my grunting seemed to echo in the room. But just then I almost had a heart attack! "Now this is quite interesting. Starting without me and with this sexy woman too. You are a naughty boy Mike." Both my sister and I looked into the eyes of Darlene. She was the model I would be shooting this morning. We've done so many photographic sessions that I had given her her own key. But here I was caught red handed as I totally forgot I had work to do today. I looked at her as my sister continued to ride my cock. I was stunned and had stood still, but I guess Christie was not going to allow me to take a break. I think it was turning her on even more now that she had an audience. My sister was full of surprises as she humped me with such vigor. Darlene continued, "So who is this sweet, young thing. Is she a new model?" "I'm his sister Christie," she uttered. "You are Mike's sister?" When my sister nodded in her blissful state, she added, "I'm Darlene. Isn't this like incest?" We were both blushing and afraid to say anything. Then Darlene started to strip off her skirt and blouse. Now I've seen her nude plenty of times before but never in a sexual environment. Soon she was naked and running a hand over my ass while urging me to get back into fucking my sister. "Don't let me stop you two, it looks so damn sexy. It is turning me on knowing you are doing your own sister Mike. I need to get some of this too." My sister was in another world. She just moaned and watched as Darlene began to tease her nipple with her finger. It forced my sister into another gear as she ground her cunt onto me even harder. Soon my sister joined her as they both caressed each other's breasts. "I've been with women in the past a time or two, but you are so sexy. Suck my nipples please," Christie begged. As Darlene bent over to suckle the engorged nub closest to her, my hand worked between Darlene's legs. Darlene was a beautiful woman and her ass was divine. I always took extra pictures of her butt when I photographed her. She had small tits but her nipples were very large, maybe an inch long when excited. She was a popular model to those who viewed her because of her exciting points. She had that schoolgirl look and I often had her posing in short skirts and white panties. My finger slipped into Darlene's pussy as Christie experienced a wild orgasm. Her head lolled from side to side as my cock shot cum deep inside of her. I was so turned on that I couldn't have held back if a herd of elephants trampled through my kitchen. Darlene was sucking and kissing my sisters tits with such skill. As I felt my cock slowly dribbling now and began to shrink inside of my sister, the two of them kissed. Their tongues danced together and it was so erotic to watch as I slipped out of Christie's slippery pussy entirely. Taking my place, Darlene slid to the floor between my sister's legs and began to eat our mixed cum from the source. I quickly ran into my studio to get my camera with my cock flopping all over the place. As I returned with the camera in one hand and my dick in the other, I saw that Darlene was slurping up all that goo. I started shooting pictures of this pornographic scene while making sure to catch their facial expressions. Christie suddenly pulled Darlene up and they stood kissing each other once again. My camera was rapidly capturing these erotic moments in it's entirety. Breast to breast, pussy to pussy they hugged each other tight. My sister grabbed Darlene's arm and they both raced into her bedroom. I quickly changed rolls of film and by the time I got there they were in a sixty-nine lapping at each other's cunts. I was snapping more pictures as I felt my cock stir back to life. I wanted to be a part of this, but how often do you get photos of two women in a lesbian act? And even more, one is your sister? They licked and played with each other pussies and ass. Two naked bodies squirming continued to fill my viewfinder. Just the constant sounds of moaning and slurping of tongues filled the room. What was so very exciting was that Christie was on the bottom and her finger teased Darlene's asshole. The finger never went in very far, but it circled and played all around the rim. My prick was now raging hard and as I snapped just one more photo of my sister's tongue plunging into that pussy from below with her finger doing it's pleasure to that hot ass. I sauntered over and got behind Darlene. Like I said, her ass was always a turn on for me. I climbed on the bed and knelt behind her. As my sister looked up from between the model's legs, I rubbed my cock all over Darlene's pussylips. Then in an instant I slipped inside that very wet hole. Now I've fucked Darlene plenty of times in the past but she was a woman possessed this time. Erotic photography always turned her on and often we ended our sessions having sex. But this time she was hotter and wetter than I ever felt her before. And as my dick soon found it's way all the way in, I almost jumped off of her with a sudden surprising touch of my sister's tongue. Christie's tongue found my swinging balls and boy could she lick them with such skill. I was so horny from enjoying a pleasure that I had never experienced before. I started to fuck my favorite model hard while enjoying my sister's oral ministrations. She pushed back her ass and was mumbling with a face full of Christie's pussy. My balls kept slapping her pussy and a tongue and it felt oh so heavenly. My sister kept busy now as she teased Darlene's pussy and the shaft of my cock with constant wet strokes. I was glad I came not too long ago for I knew I wouldn't have lasted this long if I hadn't. I grabbed my camera off the bed and began taking closeups of my cock sliding into that hot pussy. My sister's face would appear in between thrusts and I tried to get a shot or two of that as well. But it is extremely difficult to snap photos when you are fucking a cunt like hell. Because Darlene was so wet my cock slipped out of her quim and just that quickly Christie sucked it into her mouth. That sudden change threw me over the edge. I came right down my sister's throat! As I watched between Darlene's asscheeks, my sister gulped and swallowed all of my cum. Darlene brought my sister off and she came as well when that mouth that was on my cock slipped off of me and returned to her aching pussy. I continued watching my sister's tongue tickling her clitoris thoughout Darlene's orgasm. Darlene and I collapsed on the bed while my sister rolled out from underneath of us both. Then I watched as Christie laid on top of Darlene and they shared my cum in a very sensual kiss. I weakly grabbed my camera and took one last picture of the two of them smiling at the camera with streaky cum all over their lips and faces. I knew these photos would make for some great viewing. Oh yeah, I guess my mug of coffee got cold sitting on the table... My sister returned to the kitchen after she was dressed. Darlene sat with me still nude as we discussed today's shoot. "I need some money, Mike. You have nothing in your frig and I need some clothes. I'll go shopping and give you two a break. Darlene, I had a great time with you. I know the brother-sister thing is taboo, but I love that sexy man next to you." "Yep, he is a wonderful guy. I've been trying to get him to notice me in a more loving manner the past few years but I sensed it was someone else that he loved. I guess it was you." I handed my sister my wallet and my car keys and she headed out the door. Needless to say the photo work today was much more stimulating. For the first time it turned from eroticism to pornographic. Darlene wore that schoolgirl outfit with my urging and she ventured to finger herself repeatedly and spread herself wide open for the camera while masterbating for me. When we were done, she encouraged me to talk to Christie and thought maybe I should expand my photography to actual sex. She thought my sister would make a good model and could make money that way. Soon she was gone as she had another appointment that day. I was to have another session with another model but she wasn't feeling well and we postponed it to another day. So while my sister was out I developed the photos and I couldn't wait to show them to Christie. When my sister returned, she had made sure we wouldn't want for food. I never ate much being by myself, but as we carried the bags in she told me that this wasn't a free ride living off of her brother. She planned to be the perfect housewife. When I looked at her kind of funny, she just kissed me and then giggled as she bustled about the kitchen. I never realized how good a cook she was. She had placed candles on the table and made it look really romantic. She made a casserole that she told me mom had taught her how to make years ago. We sat together at the table and she would put a fork to my mouth and shared her meal like lovers do. She would also tease me by lifting her top and licking her nipple casing me to almost spit out my food. When we were done she cleaned up and then took my hand and we went for a walk around the neighborhood as dusk was settling in. We walked hand in hand and we talked about the time we were apart. We came upon a park and sat on a bench in the moonlight and kissed. Holding my hand she said, "I have never felt so alive as when I'm with you. Growing up, I would dress just for you. I went out on dates but deep down I couldn't wait to come back home and be with you. Remember those late night card games or us sitting and watching a movie together to the wee hours of the morning?" "I do, sis. I was always worried about you being out with other guys. I couldn't go to sleep until I knew you were home. The time we spent together went by too quickly." "When I saw you at mom's yesterday, I told myself I would never let you go this time. I am sure I could have found some living arrangements somewhere else but I wanted to be with you. I know being brother and sister that we could never marry, but if I could, I'd want you to be my husband." "It's funny how life can change in an instant," I told her. "I was alone and even though I had all of these lovely women around for my work, nobody seemed the right fit for me. You are the right fit." My sister saw a swing set in the moonlight and turned to me and whispered, "Come fuck me on that swing. Let's live out all those fantasies we ever dreamed about." I looked around but we were alone. As my sister raced to the swings her sexy ass wiggled in those tight jeans. She was trying to pull them off as she was running and I laughed so hard because I thought she'd fall flat on her face. As I joined her she was sitting on the swing just wearing a t-shirt and socks. Her jeans and panties as well as her shoes were strewn all over the place. I walked up to her and pushed the swing. As it moved back and forth she opened her legs for me and giggled. It was a bright moonlit night and her pussy looked so inviting while I watched her as her legs would part each time she swung towards me. I unzipped my pants and pulled them and my boxers to my ankles. I caught her in the swing as she smiled at me with her arms and legs wide open to me. I reached for her pussy and felt that she was soaked. As she leaned over to kiss me I guided my cock to her pussy. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and my cock slid easily into her. I grabbed the chains that held the swing and began to move her back and forth onto my cock. She pulled away from me breathlessly saying, "Your cock belongs inside of me, Mike. I need sex alot and I need you to never stop giving it to me. Please fuck me...ahhhhhhh yes." So there we were, out there where if anybody walked by we'd be seen having sex for all the world see. The thrill of being out in the open like that had Christie coming often. She'd moan and tell me she was coming, and then we'd start again and she would nibble my neck as she hugged me close. There in the moonlight with a slight breeze blowing against my ass, I came inside of her. I could feel my spurts as they filled her hot pussy. After we both came, we just hugged and kissed like that with me gently pushing her in the swing. Then we heard a noise and we quickly got dressed and ran out of the park. It was probably an animal, but at that moment I felt like we were acting like teeneagers and being very naughty. We walked home together and she kept kidding me that her panties were filled with my cum. She told me that maybe she'd never wash them again and I just swatted her butt. As we made it back home, we showered together for the first time. I loved washing her hair and soaping up those sexy tits of hers. She made a production out of washing my cock and bent down several times to kiss it and told me she was just checking if she cleaned it good enough to pass inspection. I did the same with her pussy and then we dried each other off. Then we headed to my bedroom naked. That's when she told me we would be sharing it from now on. And before we went to sleep we made love once again, her on top this time. All was right with the world tonight... Topsy Turvy Ch. 02 I woke up to a wonderful feeling like someone was licking my cock. As I shook myself awake I realized it wasn't a dream. Christie was kissing and nibbling my hard prick as she noticed that I was awake. "Good morning, bro. Mr. Winkie here was begging for my attention. I just couldn't help myself." "Yeah sis, Mr. Winkie needs to pee." She said, "Awww, and I thought it was because he loved me." After she gave it one last kiss, I scooted out of bed and headed to the bathroom. As I took a leak my sister stood at the sink stretching her body and pushing her naked tits out. Of course that always screws a man up and I pissed all over the wall. "Sorry Mike, I just wanted to see how co-ordinated you were. I guess I must be a really hot chick because you sure can't piss worth a damn when you look at my tits!" "I wonder why. It's going to be increasingly hard living here with you." "Hmmm. I tend to want to keep you increasingly hard," she said as she swatted my ass and ran out of the bathroom leaving me with cleanup duties. When I shaved and finished in the bathroom, I was greeted by the smell of flapjacks and bacon. My sister stood there wearing a cute apron over her naked body. She may be an exhibitionist, but she wasn't dumb either. Saving her body from splashing grease is always a good thing and not good if you want to be a model. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt as we both soon finished up our breakfast. One thing about Christie, she was just as good as my mother when it came to cooking. I had to watch myself or I'd be gaining quite a few pounds fast. I said, "So honey, I was thinking. I brought out the pictures from yesterday, please look them over. I want to suggest something after you check them out." She thumbed through them slowly. She didn't say much but her eyes told me everything. They would widen as she looked at our sex photos and then she smiled when she saw Darlene fingering herself. "Maybe you should become a model. Darlene suggested that you would be good and can make lots of money doing it. She also suggested I should start doing more pornographic shoots. Tell me what you think," I said. She thought it over a bit and said, "I would do anything you want Mike. But the money isn't that important. I'd do it just because you are the best photographer I know and these pictures are outstanding. And I do believe Darlene was right. I'm not afraid to show off my body if you don't mind having the world see it." "Okay then, I need to run into town to get some supplies. Want to come along?" "Sure thing, brother. Maybe I should put on some clothes first?" We laughed as she got up from the table. She headed to the bedroom to get dressed when the doorbell rang. I wasn't planning on anyone showing up today as my schedule was clear. As I opened the door, there stood my older sister. She was holding a suitcase and I could tell she had been crying and she looked ragged. Just then Christie walked up behind me and Tracy said, "Sorry Mike to bother you. I need a place to live. Can you help me out?" Christie brushed by me and grabbed my sister's hand. As they both walked past me, several thoughts crossed my mind. Did Tracy finally leave that bastard of a husband? And how will Christie and I act together now since we had just become three in this household. "Sure Tracy, you know I could never deny my older sister anything. Please let me show you to your room." Things suddenly became more complicated... Topsy Turvy Ch. 03 Hello, so sorry for the delay in posting -- It's been a very busy few weeks! Please see chapter 3 of Topsy Turvy, this story is taking time to build so please be patient. And please do comment and vote. Thanks very much Elle x 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o Ok, so she had to admit that throwing a decanter at his head wasn't the most ladylike of behaviour but honestly it was tacky to have caught him looking up the skirt of the housekeeper. The curtains were new, why in the name of God would she have to be wearing such a short skirt with no underwear to clean them? And even worse, Mrs Bartlett was older than her and not quite as glamorous as her -- why would he do this? Veronica was feeling a little dumbfounded. Luke was everything she had ever wanted in a man. He ticked even more boxes than Mike, her soon to be ex, which said a lot. She alone had to be honest that she had been pretty lucky in finding Mike in the first place and for him to take everything she had given him over the years. Whereas Luke on the other hand, well he was a whole other story -- she had thought they were made for one another. But after this morning's incident with the curtains which Luke had shrugged off as playful teasing, Veronica worried that he may be tiring of her. It seemed that living with someone didn't come very easily to him. He hadn't been very happy when her daughter had broken his surround sound system during one of the kid's weekend visits. In fact, he had thrown a strop and disappeared on Saturday afternoon claiming to go and buy a paper and hadn't returned until Monday. It had given her a bit of a shock. The kids were a handful, of course they were, but Luke had talked so lovingly of them when he had convinced her to leave Mike. He had talked of them starting this new life together in this lavish house with such enthusiasm, and yet here they were bickering like an old married couple. She had even found a grey hair and three new wrinkles in her bid to keep an eye on him to ensure he didn't wander. Her constant worry at the thought of what he might be up to when he wasn't with her was very unsettling. For the first time, she found herself wondering what Mike was doing and whether he missed her. *************** As Mike walked through his office on Monday morning, he was certain someone was watching him. He passed his colleague Greg's office door and peeked through the frosted glass window to see if he was in. The room was empty save for Greg's Personal Assistant Tamara who was laying some papers on his desk. Praying that she hadn't seen him, he ducked his head and tip toed away from the door to his office hoping to arrive unscathed. He managed two steps before he heard, "Mike, I was sure I saw you. Come to my desk for a moment would you?" It was well known that although Tamara, all five feet of her of brunette strength, was a member of the administrative team, in another life she could have been the leader of the Free World. Knowing that she would not accept no for an answer, Mike meekly followed, catching his colleague Greg's eye and silently pleading for help. Greg, who was finely versed in Tamara's methods ignored him and entered his office, shutting his door with a definite bang. When Mike looked back to Tamara, she was sat at her desk her toes barely touching the carpet. Mike smiled at her charmingly, "So what can I do for you Tamara?" Tamara tilted her head to one side studying him, "Well two things actually; Firstly, I have to tell you off for the debacle that occurred at Alanna's -- you should be ashamed of yourself. You almost wrecked their chances of getting back together" "I-" Tamara held up her hand to prevent any further interruptions, "I haven't finished. She had to work doubly hard to convince him she wasn't fucking you, and you being the gentleman you are didn't even stay to back her up." "Now hold on -- I had to run through the High Street half naked." "Oh boo hoo, cry me a river. Yes, you had to show your crown jewels to most of the town, but if you had taken the time to get dressed and explained the situation to Simon; everything would have been ok there and then and no streaking would have been required." "Ok," he conceded, "Fair point." "Anyway, not that it's any of your business but everything's fine with them now." Mike was surprised to find that this piece of news irked him somewhat. He put it down to feeling jealous that someone had managed to salvage their relationship when he had failed so dismally, "Well I'm glad for Alanna that all went well and that my little indiscretion." He noted Tamara laughing at his word choice and corrected himself, "I'm glad that my nothing to be ashamed of and actually a little bigger than average indiscretion didn't cause any trouble. Can I go now?" She looked at him steadily and said slowly emphasising each word, "I have not finished yet." Mike sighed heavily and shifted on his feet waiting for her to speak, "So anyway, I'm having dinner at my house on Saturday; I need to apologise to Alanna for getting stuck with you. Greg and Tori need to associate with the public as they are spending far too much time in bed with one another and I'm worried they're going to start chafing. My friend Helena is convinced she's going to be single forever after her divorce and thereby eating way too much Haagen Dasz, and Isabella is working so hard that I'm worried she's going to start shagging her Blackberry. It seems that everyone in my life is in need of some kind of sustenance, and Brad and I are going to provide it. So we'll see you for 8.00pm" "Oh, I don't think-" She ignored him and continued, "My mum is looking after my little boy so you can bring your two if you like -- she loves kids so would be happy to keep an eye." "Thanks very much but I wouldn't want to impose-" "No imposition. Bring two bottles of something and I'll send you my address via email." She turned away from him and after a few taps on the keyboard turned back to him, "There, you should have it now." Feeling his phone buzz to herald the arrival of his summons, Michael paused, waiting for Tamara to continue bustling her way into his life but she turned away from him, summarily dismissing him. He turned to make his way back to his office when he heard, "Oh! Mike?" And upon turning back was hit in the face by what turned out to be the other half of his missing World's Greatest Dad socks. Pulling it away from his face, he looked up at Tamara wondering where she had found it. He didn't have to wait long for his answer, "Alanna said you dropped this in your haste to leave and asked if I could give it to you!" Raising the sock in acknowledgment, gratitude and some embarrassment, Mike turned to leave and headed straight for Greg's office. He found his friend laughing heartily and knew he was the source of amusement. "Streaking down the High Street I hear! What brought that on?" "Shut up." "Went home with a stranger and caught in a cupboard?" "Shut up." "It couldn't get any better -- what were you thinking?" "I was thinking that I needed to get out of my house because I'm lonely and I miss my wife. I was thinking that I wanted to get as drunk as possible because I can't bear going to sleep by myself anymore and knowing that every time I close my eyes, I'm envisioning my wife sleeping with her sister's ex boyfriend and I'm at home in that massive house with two kids who are wondering what they've done wrong." He slumped down on Greg's sofa. "To be honest mate, I'm not sure that I was thinking at all. I think that I just wanted to stop thinking for a little while at least and just pretend that life was fine again, but instead of that happening, I ended up passing out and being kidnapped by this very rude woman whose house smelt like a bakery and the rest you already know." Greg shrugged. "Yes, you met one fourth of the La Las as they are affectionately known." Mike rolled his eyes and Greg chided him, "Seriously! They've been friends since school -- Tamara, Isabella, Alanna and Helena. Alanna's dad apparently used to call her La La, and she brought home these girls on her first day of school, and suddenly they were all La La, kind of like the Pink Ladies." Mike shrugged and asked grudgingly, "How do you know so much about them?" Greg laughed, "Are you kidding? Tamara has worked for me for about five years now, and every Monday she has arrived into the office with a story about one or all of them. I know more about these women than I care to mention and I've never met any of them in person. I kind of feel like a bit of a pervert!" That seemed to rally Mike out of his stupor, "Well pervert or not, I can't see myself going for dinner with your crazy PA, nor with my damsel in shining armour and her pretty big and pretty angry boyfriend who didn't get the opportunity to deck me last time so might be better prepared for round two." Greg leaned back in his comfortable leather chair and regarded his friend thoughtfully, "I am willing to lay money that you will be at Tamara's on Saturday evening and you will be loving it." Mike laughed at this, "I am happy to take your money fool!" ********************* Greg watched his girlfriend gnawing at her lip in nervousness. It was unusual for her to sit quietly and their forty minute drive had been peppered by him asking her if she was ok, and her nodding and staring out of the window. He knew the source of her nervousness. They had been to pick Michael up to go to Tamara's for dinner, and no answer. Greg had been irritated as it meant he had lost his bet, but Tori was more worried that he hadn't left a message for them as to his whereabouts. Tori was always eager to see him to make sure he was ok. Her embarrassment at her sister's behavior in taking up with her ex boyfriend was paramount in her thinking with only Greg acting as her distraction. She voiced her worries aloud, "Why wouldn't he have said that he wasn't coming?" Greg leaned over and took her hand, "I told you, he did say so. We had or rather have a bet on it - but I'm surprised that he welched on it so easily." Tori looked over at him, "Well exactly, it's not really typical behavior of Mike really." Greg raised his eyebrows, "Nothing about this situation has been typical though has it darling?" Tori shrugged, "I know, but I'd have thought he would have been at home in the lounge in his underwear toasting us with a bottle of beer in his hand to make the point that he was definitely not going. To just not be there-" She shrugged again, "I just hope he hasn't done anything silly." Greg raised her hand to his lip and kissed it gently, keeping his eye on the road, "Don't worry. He's probably just taken off for a couple of days. He doesn't have the kids this weekend so maybe he's just having quiet time for himself. We have been pestering him quite a bit recently." Victoria huffed in agreement, "I suppose, but not half as much as I would have liked. Frankly, if you weren't so damned horny all the time, we would be able to offer some more support." Tori said this with a smile on her face and held her hand up to stroke Greg's cheek. He caught her finger in his mouth and bit the fingertip gently, "You love it you little minx, don't lie. And anyway, a workout is good for the soul." "Oh, it's the soul today is it? Strikes me that your favourite pastime is good for lots of other things if you're to be believed. Wasn't it a good way for you to get over your aches from the gym last week?" He cleared his throat, "Yep, but that was last week." She laughed and looked back out of the window her thoughts quickly returning to Mike and where he could possibly be. ********************** Victoria was still worrying about Mike when she and Greg rang Tamara's doorbell. She could hear the noise already emanating from the lounge signaling that the party had started. The door was wrenched open by Isabella who neither Greg nor Tori had met before but who greeted them both with a big hug and a kiss for each, "I feel like I know you both already, please come in -- Tamara is swearing at a suckling pig in the kitchen so I've started on the booze." Tori looked over her shoulder at Greg who was looking as shell shocked as she felt, but Bella hadn't noticed and continued talking, "We thought you two would pike out. Tamara says you can't keep your hands off each other so maybe you'd prefer to stay in bed rather than mix with people with clothes on." Tori laughed embarrassedly at this, but Greg piped up, "Has Tamara explained that I am her boss?" Bella stopped and frowned, looking at him puzzled, "Yes -- why do you ask?" Greg laughed, "Nothing, I just thought there would be a smidgen of respect somewhere -- but apparently not." Bella laughed back with him, "To be honest, I reckon Tamara's probably your boss -- but that's a whole other story. Come on through." The house was small but very cosy. It was filled with photos of Tamara and Brad and now their little one. None of the furniture matched and the rugs were threadbare but both Greg and Tori heaved a sigh of comfort at the sight of the open fire and the battered leather sofas that surrounded them. As they shrugged off their coats, Tamara bustled her way from the kitchen, "Oh good, you've arrived, did you bring anything?" Tori held out the carrier bags with the wine and a cheesecake she'd made. Tamara made her way to her to thank them both and give them both a kiss on the cheek. "Make yourselves comfortable and help yourselves to drinks. Bella, come and help Brad please -- he's swearing over the new corkscrew and it's becoming embarrassing." She turned back to Tori and Greg, "Sit down, sit down." Tori made her way around the room to sit on the sofa and was stunned to find Michael already there on the sofa fast asleep. "Greg!" She beckoned for him to come with her finger against her lips and laughed as Greg's eyes widened. He couldn't help himself and kicked Mike awake. "For fuck's sake!" Mike blearily looked up at a grinning Greg and a worried Tori. They watched each other in silence. It was broken by Tori's, "Mike what are you doing here -- we were going to come and get you." Mike rubbed his eyes and gestured back to the kitchen where Tamara could be heard cheerfully berating her friend and husband for something, "That woman's a lunatic -- I was kidnapped." ****************** Topsy Turvy Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This is a continuation incest story involving two sisters and a brother. All characters are 18 years or older. * My sister Tracy was in the bedroom unpacking her suitcase as Christie sat down at the table with me. My oldest sister left her husband and showed up at my door looking for a place to live. Now I had two sisters living with me when a week ago I had none. Christie whispered, "I guess we'll have to be careful now Mike. I just don't know how Tracy would act if she found out how really close we are. I don't know if I can stand spending time away from you." "I know. I guess it would be a good idea to stay in your bedroom at night for now. We don't want to raise any suspicions. I need to run into town and get some things, so keep her company. She's gone through a lot and right now I hope you two can get along better than in the past." "Okay Mike. I love you." "I love you too," I told her as I got up to head out. I headed to Tracy's bedroom and stood at her door. She looked really worn out and I hope maybe being here will help her get control of her life again. Unlike Christie, she was a little bigger in stature but still very pretty. She definitely had the boobs in the family and as I watched her placing things in the bureau as I admired her body. I sure became more open about my family sexually in the last week. "Tracy, I am going to head out and get some things for my photography as well as some food. Do you need anything?" "Sorry Mike, I didn't see you there. Maybe after I settle in here for a few days, then I might know more of what I will need." "Okay sis, do you have a swimsuit?" "Just an old one-piece. You have a pool too?" "Oh yeah. Maybe you and Christie can go for a swim. I'll be back soon and will whip up something on the grill for us. By the way Tracy, I'm glad you are here. I feel more comfortable knowing you are away from him." She walked over and kissed me on the cheek before saying, "Thank you. Being here feels like a big weight has been lifted off of my shoulders." "Okay, be back soon." Then I was out the door and headed into town. It would give me time to think. As I unpacked the things I bought it seemed pretty quiet around here. I looked outside and both of my sisters were lounging next to the pool. I was surprised to see Christie wearing the same skimpy bikini that turned me on a few days ago. I went and put on my swimsuit and joined them. "I see you both are comfortable. I'll make something to eat soon. I think I'll jump in the pool a bit and cool off." Both just nodded as I dove into the pool. I swam around for a while and observed both of my sisters really not saying much to each other. Tracy was reading and Christie was lying on her stomach tanning her backside. I guess it was up to me to get these two comfortable with each other. I stepped out of the pool and started drying myself off. Christie looked over her shoulder at me and asked, "Mike, could you put suntan lotion on my back? I don't want to get burned." "Yeah Mike, she's all but naked here. She has a lot of skin showing that could get burned," Tracy disgustingly said. "Oh c'mon sister. It's just the three of us here. Nobody else can see." "Yeah, but he's your brother. Maybe I should get naked too." Christie countered, "Well, maybe you should. He was good enough to give us a place to stay. He is still a man you know and nobody else can see." Tracy just shook her head in defeat as I picked up the suntan lotion. As I looked at Christie's cute little ass in those skimpy bottoms I felt my cock rise in my shorts. I knelt down quickly trying to hide it but Tracy did not miss my predicament. She seemed surprised but didn't say a word. Just as I was about to apply the lotion Christie quickly untied the strings to her bikini bra and whipped it off. With my older sister watching in amazement her bottoms soon laid next to her and she was lying down awaiting my assistance. "Christie!" Tracy gasped out. "Oh you are such a prude, Tracy. Go ahead Mike, give it to me good." I smiled as I rubbed some lotion onto my hands and thought I would sure love to give her something right now. I ran my hands over her shoulders and kneaded them. I have seen this body nude alot the past few days and I was still amazed by her flawless body. I worked my hands down her back and I could hear my sister moan softly when my fingers brushed the sides of her boobs. I looked over at Tracy and she just stared at me in disbelief. I grabbed the bottle and squirted the lotion all over Christie's butt. She definitely was into my massage as my fingers methodically worked over her asscheeks and then dipped a little between them. I know I might be upsetting my older sister but I couldn't help myself. Christie sighed deeply when my fingers brushed her anus. She spread her legs as I began working down her backside I slid my hands onto her thighs. I worked them softly in my hands and then slid my hands up her inner thighs almost touching her wet pussy. Her sighs were coming more rapidly now as I soon massaged her legs and feet. I could see her cunt seeping juices as my fingers worked down to her ankles. "Turn over sis, I'll do your front," I said. "Mike! That's your sister! What's been going on here this week?" "Lighten up Tracy. Mike is a hot blooded male. Let him do you too," stated Christie. "It isn't right. I don't think so Christie." I was now slipping my hands over my sister's breasts as she placed her hands on top of mine and urged me to squeeze them harder. The lotion was definitely making her tits slippery and her nipples very hard. As my hands kneaded those mounds I saw Tracy sit up and quickly pull down her one-piece suit. Both Christie and I gasped as her full breasts came into full view. "Fine, Mike can see my tits too. He seems to know what he is doing and I guess he could see some more eye candy." My fingers now worked down Christie's stomach and brushed over her naked pussy. I was no longer thinking this was wrong as I watched Tracy now lay back completely naked. I could tell she didn't get much sun before today as she was basically white. But her tits, man were they works of art. And as I gazed between her legs she was sporting quite a bush. I continued applying lotion to Christie when I asked Tracy," How big are those babies? I never realized you had such big ones." Now Tracy was beaming with pride as she replied, "38dd's brother. You know you are the first one since my husband to see them naked. And hell, we haven't been intimate for over a year so I guess they could use some air." "They are beautiful sis. You definitely got my share of the tits in the family," Christie remarked. "Yeah, but you got the great ass. Let me ask you two something. I may be naive, but are you two having sex?" I guess both of our guilty expressions was all that Tracy needed to know. She looked at us in awe when we both failed to answer her query. "You know that's incest. What's going on?" she asked. I decided it was my turn to finally say something as I replied, "Please don't be upset. It just kind of happened. I love Christie." "Tracy, he is the best lover I ever had and I've had many. Living here with Mike has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm sorry," Christie added. "Well, he is handsome. But I guess I should have known. Growing up, I was jealous of you two. You two always seemed so close. I wanted that closeness too but felt it best to stay my distance. I'll be right back. If my brother is going to see me naked, it's time to trim this hairy bush." Now Christie and I laughed. I slapped my youngest sister's butt as I turned to walk away with my cock as hard as a rock. I needed to get back into the pool to cool off quickly or I might do Christie right here and now and not care if Tracy saw us. But Christie had other plans as she pulled my swimsuit down off of my ass. My cock got hung up in the material but she was quick to assist me with my stiff problem. Her fingers worked my dick free as we both saw my oldest sister look back and shake her head in dismay. Tracy just stood there staring at my rigid prick while I kicked off my suit and ran and dove into the pool. Tracy headed into the house and Christie quickly jumped into the pool to join me. As she swam over to me she had a wicked smile and quickly grabbed my erection. Under the water her hand worked it up and down and I did nothing to stop her. It felt too damn good. "I think our sister loves you too, Mike. Her eyes are giving it away. I have a funny feeling I am going to have to share this beautiful cock with her." "You think so Christie? If that happens, I think you two will wear me out. Now let me suck on those hot nipples." "Be my guest bro. Suck on anything you want," she said with an evil grin. So there we were in the middle of the pool with Christie masturbating me while I nibbled and licked both of her cute little tits. She moaned when my hand found her pussy and I slid my finger in. "Hell Mike, I don't care right now. I need to be fucked. Fuck me bro." I guided my horny sister over to the side of the pool and she bent over hanging onto the pool ladder. Her ass was half in and half out of the water as I stroked my cock in preparation. Just as I was about lined up we both heard Tracy behind us. "Well don't let me interrupt you. Go ahead Mike, fuck the bitch!" And I did. My cock slid into that slippery wet pussy causing Christie to moan loudly. My hands reached around her body and tweaked her nipples hard. I began to do her from behind as I heard a splash and my oldest sister quickly stood next to me. She watched the erotic coupling of a sister and brother in love. "I have to admit to you two that that is the hottest thing I ever saw. At first I thought it was appalling, but now, I think it was meant to be. Give it to her good brother." I said, "Thanks sis, you look hot too. Why don't you lean against the side of the pool and I'll do you too." "I don't know Mike. I don't know if I could." I kept up my constant pounding of Christie's pussy as I reached over and played with the large tits next to me. I didn't know how Tracy would react but was surprised when she didn't push me away. For the first time I noticed a lustful look in my older sister's eyes. Meanwhile, Christie just held onto the ladder for dear life as I kept up the constant fucking of her cunt. "Mike, I need to be fucked too. It's been too damn long." "Okay, but let me get your sister off first, then I can do you. Maybe this was meant to be." "I'm coming Mike, damn it, fuck me harder! Ahhh hot damn!" yelled Christie. I felt her pussy contract and then she just screamed out as she rode out her orgasm. I almost lost my load as I tried my best to hold on for dear life. I didn't want to lose it because my other hot sister was masturbating next to me now as she watched us intently as I needed to fuck her too. Christie always seemed to have the wildest orgasms and she finally calmed down and slid off of my cock. As I watched Christie slip into the water Tracy soon took her place. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled that sexy ass at me invitingly. "I need that cock Mike. Fuck me like you did to my sister. It's been too damn long!" she cried out. She had a little bigger ass but it looked so inviting. I pulled it to me as I was quickly enveloped with yet another hot cunt. Her pussy felt a little different and you can always tell those things when doing two different women at the same time. I soon filled her to the hilt as she gasped loudly in pleasure. But my surprise wasn't over as I felt my asscheeks being spread and then Christie's finger slipped deep inside of me. It was a different kind of feeling but after I got over the initial surprise it really turned me on. I began fucking my oldest sibling with the same fervor as I did my youngest earlier. So there we were, a brother and two sisters having incestual sex. The wonderful feeling of my cock fitting like a glove inside of one pussy and a finger ramming into my ass from the other made me feel like it couldn't get any better than this. Well it could, as now Christie began fonding my balls with her other hand and her hot breath close to my ear. "Fuck her good Mike," she whispered. "She deserves it because she's such a slut like me. How does it feel to now have two sisters to fuck and suck anytime you want?" "It feels pretty good, sis. I love you." Tracy was begging me to pound her harder. She'd wiggle her ass and clench her pussy which drove me crazy. I could feel my cum rising and I knew that this situation was just too hot to be able to hold back. I now squeezed Tracy's large tits as my balls slapped her pussy with every pounding stroke. "I'm coming Tracy!" I cried out. "Me too Mike. Give me your load. Fill my cunt up with my sexy brother's hot cum now!" urged Tracy. Her orgasm combined with Christie's tongue now licking my earlobe quickly sent me over the edge. I came so hard I thought I would faint as Tracy's pussy milked every drop out of me. She knew how to work her pussy muscles as it felt like a vise milking me of my sperm. Her heavy panting and moaning kept her coming right along with me. We soon came to a rest as I leaned against her while kissing the back of her neck. After a few moments for all of us to gather ourselves together, Tracy turned around and she put her arms around me and kissed me hard. Our tongues mingled as I explored her mouth and then Christie leaned in and I switched to her mouth. Our lips met with passion and I realized it doesn't get any better than this. Finally, we pulled apart and I looked into two very contented faces. "Well, I don't know about you two, but I have worked up an appetite. I think it's time to grill up some dinner." As I climbed out of the pool, I looked back and was stunned to see my two sisters hugging each other's naked body. Maybe, just maybe, the two of them can get over their past disputes and become closer. As I walked away I think a hidden passion was awakened in my older sister. I also wondered if my poor cock would survive these two horny women. But what guy in his right mind would not want to be in my position? I grabbed my apron and put it on. I was going to throw some steaks on the grill and I didn't want to burn my...well equipment. As I walked out the door I was caught totally off guard. Both of my sisters were lying back on their lounge chairs masturbating like crazy. At that moment I had to run and grab my camera. I returned with it and stood before both of my sisters. Legs were spread and fingers were frantically working over two very wet clits. I raised my camera and took one of the most erotic photos someone could possibly take. "Mike! What are you doing?" cried out Tracy. Christie never missed a stroke of her fingers as she said, "That's what he does sis, he's a photographer. You just became a porn star." "Oh shit. Before today I was this prim and proper housewife. Now I'm a total slut and playing with myself in front of my own brother and sister. Oh hell, shoot away brother!" After taking several shots I urged them both to get on their hands and knees. I guided their fingers back to their cunts and took several picture angles from behind. I made sure to center a few shots on their gaping assholes. I thought that looked so nasty as I began to stroke my cock along with them. I moved in front of them as I now took pictures of their faces. The ecstatic looks from them while they both tried their best to smile for me was forever captured on film. I moved closer to get both of them together when Christie reached out and grabbed my dick under the apron. "Now now, my dear sister, save that for later. Cum for me now." She reluctantly let go of my cock and along with Tracy they climaxed together. Both worked themselves into a frenzy as I took closeup shots of soaked fingers sloshing around into equally wet cunts. When they finished, they both collapsed in utter exhaustion while I took one final photo of the two of them with very big smiles which was greeted by my camera lens. "Thank you ladies. You both have been captured on film together pleasuring each other. From my view, that was very hot!." Christie spoke up saying, "I think our brother just put us in a nudie magazine. I can't wait to see them." "By the way brother, she told me while you were in the house that you wanted her to be one of your models. She definitely has the body for it," Tracy said. "I think you both are naturals. I also think you both can make lots of spending money posing and acting for me," I countered. "I also think our brother needs to get himself a video camera and make some porn. You could be rich," Christie said. "I will have to think about that. But you may be right. Now I better get dinner started or I'll end up eating two pussies instead," I told them with a wink. "Oh my, our brother is a carpet muncher Christie!" "Yes he is Tracy, and a damn good one at that." But as I threw the steaks on the grill I knew they were right. I could make lots more money taking pornographic photos and movies. I just found my new calling. As we were sitting at the picnic table eating our food, Tracy sat there deep in thought. I looked over at Christie and nodded towards her older sister and she too wondered what was wrong. "Are you okay sis? I hope you aren't upset by what we've done," I said. "It's not that Mike. There is something you both need to know about me." Christie asked, "What's up Tracy?" "Today I let all those years of pent up passion out. My husband used to be in control of me. What I mean is that I'm a submissive and needs to be told what to do. For years everything was fine and I would be a total slut for him. But he found someone else and neglected me and I miss that part of my life. That is why I finally left him. He beat me and called me names and used my submissiveness against me. I need to be controlled by someone who I can trust and he no longer was it." "Wow Tracy, I never knew that. I have worked with several models in the past who played the submissive ones. Heck, some I photographed in handcuffs and bondage items." Christie continued to eat her meal as she smiled at me. I could tell her mind was working in thought as she looked back and forth between us. "I have to admit I have been tied up and fucked by a few of the guys I dated in the past too. I wouldn't call myself a submissive as it was more like roleplay. I tied up a few guys too. My fantasy has been to take advantage of a woman that way," Christie said. Tracy looked lovingly at both of us as she said, "Well, I just wanted you both to know because after what we did today it allowed me to open up about it. I wanted you to know this Mike because if you want me to pose nude or do more than that, just tell me to do it. I have complete trust in both of you. When you were telling me to masturbate in front of you it brought back those fun times I had being told what to do. I haven't had an orgasm like that in such a long time." "I would never hurt you Tracy, but we could have a little fun with this. The two of you could really make all of our lives interesting. I am glad you both are here. They both thanked me for taking them in and we soon finished our dinner laughing and teasing each other. Tracy began to feel at home here. The endless possibilities of our love and lust lay in the future. This sure would make family gatherings more interesting... Topsy Turvy Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This is a continuation incest story involving two sisters and a brother. All characters are 18 years or older. Note: I got some criticism on my uses of "bro" and "sis". I have always called my sister "sis" in real life and she called me "bro" at times for it was just slang for being close siblings. I would hope that it won't detract from the story. I was watching television when Tracy came into the living room. After our fun by the pool today we all came into the house and spent some time taking showers and doing personal things. A sudden storm popped up and I could hear the pouring rain and wind pounding the windows. It was a good night to stay in and relax. I could still hear the shower running for Christie as Tracy sat next to me. I was wearing a robe while watching the news. She was just wearing a long nightshirt and I could see her pointy nipples poking through her top. I didn't say anything but I reached for her hand and I opened my robe up. I have had an erection for quite a while now and I planned on her helping me out with it. She snuggled up close to me with her head on my shoulder as I guided her hand onto my cock. She looked at me with a smile as her fingers wrapped around it and she soon lazily stroked me up and down while we both watched the weather woman telling us we would be in for a stormy night. Tracy never stopped stroking me as we heard the shower turn off and after a few minutes my other sister Christie strolled into the room naked. Her nipples also were perked up and she eyed Tracy's jerking of my dick with envy. "I see you two started without me. Go ahead sister, suck his cock. I want to see you swallow that thing." Tracy looked at her sister obediently and then quickly got on her knees before me. Here hands kept stroking me as her lips drew closer to their intended target. "Mike, give me the sash from your robe. I have an idea," said Christie. I pulled it away from me and handed it to her. I watched in amazement as she pulled off Tracy's nightshirt and then first one hand and then the other hand of her sister was tied behind her back. In a flash Christy grabbed her hair pulling her head back. "Go ahead slut, suck that cock. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are!" Christie was taking advantage of her sister's submissiveness as she pushed her face toward my cock when she said, "Go ahead slut, kiss it. Show us how much you love your brother's cock." Tracy pursed her lips and kissed me right on the tip. As she pulled away the precum drew a string from my head to her lips. She lapped at it and them swooped down to give it another kiss." "Go ahead sister, lick it all over. Get it nice and wet for me to fuck it." Tracy did as she was told. I could feel those hot lips and tongue sliding all along the shaft and then dipping down to my balls. She looked up at me with desire in her eyes as she worked her way back to the tip. I heard a loud smack and I saw her wince in pain, but it didn't deter her from her intended target. Her lips parted and I felt those heavenly lips suck me back in. Her tongue teased the crown as another smack was heard. My younger sister was slapping her ass as she helped guide her sister's head down on my cock. Now I'm not huge by any means, but seven inches is still a challenge to some. But it wasn't for Tracy as she now was getting a forced face fucking courtesy of her sadistic sister. Her lips were stretched to capacity as her face touched my stomach. I learned that my oldest sister was a talented cocksucker and deep throat was not a problem for her. "Go ahead bitch, suck it while I smack your ass. You like this don't you?" Tracy slid her lips back to the tip and just before she pulled off, Christie stopped her motion and held her hair before pushing her head back down on me saying, "Don't talk with your mouth full. I know you love this, slut. I think you will be Mike's personal cockslut from here on out." I sat there in a constant state of arousal as the sound of slurping lips and a constantly smacked ass filled the room. Christie was in total control of the situation and she finally pulled Tracy away from my dick. "Well sis, it's time for me to fuck that wonderful cock. Thanks for getting it ready for me. Oh yeah, you aren't quite done yet," Christie said chuckling. I watched as Christy turned around and lifted her leg high over her sister. Straddling me, she reached down grabbing my erection and squatted down much closer. She stroked her clit with my cockhead for a few swipes before finally settling down onto me fully. I loved feeling that tight cunt and I grabbed her hips to help guide her up and down on me. Tracy was kneeling there still with her wrists tied behind her back. She watched hungrily with a closeup view of our incestual fucking. But it would be only temporary because Christy had something else in mind for her. Grabbing my oldest sister's head she told her, "Time to dine at my shrine slut. Show your brother and I how good you are at eating pussy and cock!" While Christie kept fucking me I suddenly felt a tongue licking at my bouncing balls. I could feel it reach the juncture of my shaft as it entered the slippery pussy. Christie was going nuts as she urged her sister to lick her clit harder. At times that wicked tongue and lips of Tracy's would tease me before returning to her sister. I think Christie was rather enjoying that as she screamed out in a wild orgasm. I could feel the warmth of her juices flooding down over my cock and I imagine into Tracy's hungry mouth. After Christie calmed down she lifted herself off of me and turned around presenting her ass to my sister. Wiggling it in her face I kind of sensed what would happen next. "Go ahead slut, eat my ass. Get it all nice and wet so my brother can stick his cock up my ass." I sat there in awe stroking my slippery dick while Christie guided Tracy's face against her ass. In moments she moaned out as I could sense a tongue had found her anus. My younger sister was relentless in pushing her older sibling's face between her cheeks. I could only see Tracy's chin between Christie's legs as I slid my finger inside of that spread open pussy which caused Christy to jerk back hard and I heard a muffled grunt behind her. After a few minutes of this erotic display between my two sisters Christie was ready. Turning around she lined her asshole up with my cockhead and told me to stick it inside of her. Her anus was quite wet from her sister's licking and after popping through her anal ring she moaned and whimpered until I finally was fully inside of her. She took a deep breath and pulling Tracy's head towards her, she commanded her to eat her cunt. I began to lift and drop her hips as the pleasure of her tight ass enveloped me. "Eat my cunt, slut. Make me cum on your face. Do you like watching your sexy brother fuck my ass? When he unloads inside of me, I'll give you a taste of his cum," she said with authority. I was amazed at how Tracy never said a word and kept pleasuring her sister. Christie was moaning and begging her sister to make her cum over and over again. I sat there feeling that exquisite tight asshole milk my cock and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I sensed Christie couldn't either as she squeezed her ass tighter on my shaft.. "Cum in my ass brother. This ass is yours to fuck whenever you want it! Cum with me, Mike!" And with one final thrust my sperm pummeled into her hot ass. Christie was bucking and yelling as she climaxed with an assist from her sister's mouth. I must have been so pent up as I felt myself pump spurt after spurt into her butt. My cum soon oozed out of her ass until I finally had nothing left to give her. As we both came to a rest, Christie pulled off and quickly turned around. Again she grabbed my older sister's face and shoved it between her asscheeks as I could hear slurping and moaning from below as I stood up to finally watch the erotic display closely. When Tracy was done with cleanup duties she obediently shuffled over to me and sucked and licked my dick clean of my sticky cum. Finally I untied her hands and Tracy stood up. Christie moved over to her and kissed her with their tongues playing in each other's mouth while tasting my sperm. I sat back down totally exhausted before they came to me and each kissed me while sharing their wet lips and tongues. Finally we were sitting next to each other with my sister's heads resting on my both of my shoulders. "Tracy, that was simply amazing. You are a true submissive," I told her. She looked up at me dreamily saying, "I told you brother. But tonight was a first for me with a woman. I got off doing my sister and brother like that. I was so turned on with how Christie took charge of me like that. I am glad I moved in with you. I think I'm totally in love with you two." "Yeah well sis, I've always been one who takes what I want. But don't worry. I'm sure later on Mike will fuck you good too. You both have worn me out," Christie told her. I got up and went and poured us all glasses of wine. We put on a romantic movie and shared sweet kisses and hugs until we were ready for bed. At times they would suck and nibble on my nipples giving me quite a thrill. When the movie finished we headed towards my bedroom as my two sisters followed me and I was glad to have them in my bedroom. Christie said to Tracy as we climbed into bed, "I want to watch you fuck my brother. You both deserve it." Tracy just smiled as she got on top of me and rode me to yet another orgasm. She loved having her nipples sucked and I happily obliged. After she had countless orgasms she collapsed on my chest and soon all three of us fell asleep in exhaustion. I awoke to a wonderful sensation of somebody sucking my cock. I thought I was dreaming it but after I rubbed my eyes I noticed my two sisters were sharing my dick. Tracy was sucking it for all she was worth and Christie was managing to lick my balls. Putting my arms behind my head I watched two busy mouths and tongues driving me towards yet another orgasm. I think these two had the intention of draining me dry anytime they could. "Well, good morning ladies. What a wonderful way to wake up." Christie raised her head saying, "Mike, we have a bet going. Whichever one of us makes you cum, you get to spank the loser. "Okay, then I suggest you better get back to getting me off then. I always loved competition." She smiled as the two women switched and now Christie was trying her best to bring me off. Tracy began licking my inner thigh which made me shiver from the sensations. I almost lost it right there. The two of them kept up their oral assault and switched off from time to time. I didn't know how long that I could hang in there because they each had terrific oral talents in different ways. Tracy would deep throat me and keep her face against my stomach for a few seconds where Christie would just slide her mouth up and down my erection hastily. But a man can only hold out so long. Tracy dove down one final time and I shot off deep down her throat. I grabbed her head and guided her back as she gulped and swallowed my cum. Christie pulled off from licking my balls and looked disappointed that she didn't get my load. I gave Tracy several more spurts before I finally fell back on the bed exhausted. My two sisters then pulled off after licking me clean and before Tracy could clean off her glistening lips, Christie kissed her passionately and then pulled away licking her own lips clean. "I won, I won," said Tracy triumphantly. Christie gave her a sneer when she replied, "I'll get his cum next time. I hate losing bitch!" "Ha ha sis, now he can spank your ass." I listened to this display before I finally said, "Your ass whipping will all be caught on film Christie. Darlene will be over later for her regular shoot and it would make for some interesting pictures with you three together. I hope you can handle a camera Tracy. Honestly, I need to get back to photography because it pays the bills." "I would love shooting you spanking my skank sister's ass. She deserves it!" "Oh you bitch!" cried Christie. "I'll show you who is a skank." As I got up to visit the bathroom to relieve myself both my sisters were wrestling on the bed. I laughed as tits and butts wiggled and shook as they playfully tried pinning each other. I love my sisters and it was time to capture their beauty and lust on film. Walking into the kitchen I could smell coffee brewing and the smell of bacon sizzling. Tracy stood at my stove cooking while wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She looked my way smiling as I neared her. She turned and kissed my lips before turning back to making breakfast. Running my hand over her sexy ass I said, "Good morning sis. What got you up so early this morning?" "I just wanted to do my part around here Mike. I've have never been this happy in years. I know you have a busy day ahead and just wanted you to be fed. I love you." "I love you too Tracy. It's been nice having you both here. I don't think we've ever been this close and I kind of like it." She giggled, "Yeah, and the sex isn't bad either. Go get some coffee and breakfast will be ready in a moment. Christie soon walked in and I still am amazed at her beauty every time I see her. She wore a white blouse and a short blue skirt with black high heels. She resembled a schoolgirl and both Tracy and I watched her stroll to the counter to get her coffee. She dropped something and when she bent over she showed off these cute little white panties which really turned me on. Her ass begged to be kissed. She joined us and Tracy served her breakfast as she said, "I think this outfit works for the photo session, don't you think Mike? I mean, you are planning to spank her ass, right?" "You bet your ass, sis! You both are always surprising me. Darlene will be here soon and I do want to get Tracy into practice doing some test shots of you after breakfast. I need to get some work out because right now several magazines are on my case about their next issues." "Sounds good brother. Tracy, you are definitely the homemaker. Mike, wouldn't she look good in a skimpy maid's outfit?" Christie asked. Well, I do have one of those in the studio. I do agree with you, her tits and ass would look very good in something lacy and tight." Tracy was blushing as she quietly listened to our conversation. She took it all in and when she seemed to go along with it, I knew then she would do anything I ever asked of her. Something also made me think she'd be a top-notch photographer. After breakfast, we headed into my studio. I handed Tracy a camera and showed her what kind of shots I was looking for. She would come in very handy as the two of us could get different angles of the model at the same time. Christie posed normally while I gave my older sister pointers and it wasn't long until she got the hang of it. "Christie, bend over a little and look at the camera. Open a few buttons and let us see your cleavage." Tracy got a picture from the side and I stood behind my younger sister and got a glimpse of her white panties peeking below her skirt. I had Christie bend over a little further and more panties were seen. Tracy walked in front of her and got a closeup of her breasts within the gaping open blouse. "Okay Christie, do whatever poses you want. We'll just keep on shooting as you move about." Just then I heard a familiar voice say, "Gee Mike, who is the new camera person? By the way, Christie looks damn hot." I caught Darlene licking her lips as I replied, "Tracy is my older sister. Tracy, meet Darlene. She's my best model. Tracy moved in with us too." "I see Mike. Does she fuck you too?" "Yes Darlene." "I guess you'll never ask me to join you I guess," Darlene said with a pout and one hand on her waist. Tracy nodded at her and went back to shooting Christie. I told Darlene that she should put on her schoolgirl outfit. Darlene still takes my breath away everytime I see her. As she shimmied out of her clothes in the corner, her sexy ass still was a sight to behold. It wasn't long before she stood next to me wearing a red plaid skirt and a white top with white knee-hi socks and black loafers. Looking back and forth between Christie and her, my cock hardened at the thought of how sexy the two of them would look together. "Darlene, get in there with her. What I need is both of you to pose together and then begin taking each other's clothes off. Darlene, leave socks and shoes on and Christie keep the heels on. Other than that, I want to see you naked. Then just play to the camera and be as sexy as possible. There are no rules, so you may play how you want." I walked over to Tracy and told her to keep taking shots and that I'd be right back. I headed to my bedroom and dressed in a business suit complete with a bowtie. I returned to the studio and once again began shooting them. Christie and Darlene were playing with each other's tits. They were kissing passionately as Tracy all but got in between them getting great photos. Buttons were soon undone and since both were not wearing bras, Darlene first licked both of Christie's nipples, and then the favor was returned by my sister. Even though both had average breasts, their nipples were soon glistening and erect. Darlene's shirt was removed first and Christie stood behind her wrapping her arms over her stomach. Hands moved up and tits were fondled. Darlene then bent over and my sister began pulling her panties down. Tracy got a great closeup view of a naked ass as Christie could be heard moaning. I got several of the panties being worked down her legs. After they were kicked away Christie lifted Darlene's skirt and began kissing and licking her ass. My cock was so hard I had to adjust it inside of my trousers. Before long Darlene had my sister's outfit lying on the floor and they held each other, tit to tit, lips to lips. They each worked their fingers inside of each other's pussy eventually and the sounds of moaning and wet fingers could be heard. I kept shooting them as they continued to masturbate each other and took turns sucking on each other's tits. Now was time for the main event. Grabbing a chair I placed it in the center of the room and waved Christie over. I sat down with my suit on and pointed to my naughty sister. She stood before me looking at Tracy's camera lens with a pouting face. She definitely was playing the naughty schoolgirl as I grabbed her hand and laid her over my knees. Her sexy bare ass looked lovely as I prepared her for the spanking. "Darlene, go get the powder and brush please." Darlene has been through this all before and she returned to me with the beauty case. I told her to brush some talc on her ass to cut down on the glare from the lights. As she stood there naked I teased her hard nipples making it extremely difficult in applying the powder to Chrsitie's ass. Tracy knelt there and smiled awaiting the carnal act that was about to begin. Darlene dropped the powder case behind us and stood naked next to me. My sister nervously looked back at me obediently as she watched my hand being raised. "Well you naughty slut, take this!" Slap! The sound reverberated across the room as the flash from the camera went off. My younger sister cried out as I saw the red handprint show on her jiggling ass cheeks. Whack! I got into the part of the mean headmaster and Christie yelped with each swat as the punished schoolgirl. I took my time and waited for her to recover from each one and as I looked down at her legs which were spread a bit and I could see her pussy dripping. She was no longer screaming out now but just moaning as she thrashed about on my lap. Whack...whack...whack echoed as the camera flash caught the wild spanking. After giving her several more spanks I could feel my pants leg getting wet as Chrisite came very hard. She begged me to spank her harder as she rode out quite an orgasm while squirming on my legs. Topsy Turvy Ch. 04 It's been so long but I am giving this a try again - lack of confidence and writers block be damned! Please do comment and vote, it's a great way to learn and I hope you enjoy it. Elle xx 0oo0o0o0o0o0o "Kidnapped?" Tori and Greg cried in unison. "Yes!" Mike cried indignantly. He sat up from his lounging spot on the leather sofa, annoyed to have been woken up so inconsiderately. He took a moment to get his bearings taking in the manic grinning of Tamara bearing down from the walls. He shook his head failing to believe that he was here and squinting against the afternoon sunlight streaming through the glass doors. "Excuse me?" Everyone in the room turned towards the suckling pig which was making its way into the room. Tamara's head popped over the snout to show her disgust at her reluctant houseguest's words. "I didn't kidnap him – don't be ridiculous, how could I? Look at the size of him!" They all turned to survey that indeed it would have been difficult for Tamara (five foot) to sequester Mike (six foot three) against his will. She continued, "I simply advised him that it was in his best interests to come with me rather than to continue flashing the neighbours." Tori bit her lip to hide the smile, "Flashing the neighbours? Oh Mike, you didn't? You know how they hate you already!" Michael shook his head reassuringly at his sister whilst everyone laughed and he wondered yet again at the cheek of the interfering little woman who in the past couple of weeks had been the architect of the most embarrassing incidents of his life. Tamara was like a mini Medusa who had everyone in her spell. He found it quite disconcerting. His time at her house had been revelatory. She was bossy with everyone it turned out – not just him. The house had been a state of organised chaos with his two kids and her baby, and the dog running around, but she seemed delighted with it. Her husband who it seemed had the patience of a saint merely laughed at her or agreed or kissed her if she got too ornery. Her crony, Isabella, who it seemed, loved a drink more than anything had cast a quick glance from head to toe at Mike upon his arrival, and had placed him in charge of popping the caps off the beer bottles and passing them to her to drink. Mike had all day been shifting furniture, hanging up balloons, reaching top shelves, killing spiders along with answering questions from his kids about why they couldn't have a dog and didn't he think that this was the best place ever – his answer to that was no. By the time Tamara had relinquished her grip on him and let him sit down for five minutes, Mike had all but forgotten his despondency about his life, and could only think about getting some sleep. He was dreading the party which was to come. Somehow, during his plot to escape, he had fallen asleep. He was stunned that her Highness had let him, and now here he was, explaining his presence to his best friend and ex sister. "So what are you doing here? Why didn't you wait for Greg and me?" Tori's insistent questions brought him out of his thoughts and led him back to telling the story. "As I was saying - this morning..." Mike's tale was interrupted yet again by two little bundles throwing themselves on to their father. Tori looked from one child to the next, back to Mike and then back to the children. Ava spoke first, "Hi Aunty Tori, what are you doing at the crazy lady's house?" Tori frowned at her niece, "Ava, that's not polite, you shouldn't speak about people in that way – you know that." Tori turned back to Mike "Now, am I going to hear this story at some point in time today or -" Tori stopped mid sentence and focussed her attention back on her niece "Hold on - Ava, why aren't you at your Mummy's? Aren't you supposed to be seeing her this weekend?" Everyone watched in horror as Ava's lip started to tremble and Mike sighed exasperatedly gathering his little girl to his chest. "In a bid to avoid World War 3 – I'll tell you what happened." And so the story was told. ****** 
Earlier that day Saturday morning. Mike could tell it was Saturday because he had woken up of his own accord, in his own bedroom (thank God) and not to the sound of two little voices begging telly and breakfast simultaneously at 6.30am. He turned to look at the alarm clock – 8.45am – a veritable lie in. Much as he hated the fact that his wife had left him, he couldn't deny that her weekends with the kids were lovely at wake up time. It was only once he was compos mentis that he realised how much he would miss them, how long the weekend actually was and how much he hated cleaning the house. He decided to roll back over to sleep to try and recapture the dream he was having of Miss Alanna, his grumpy Disney aficionado saviour of last week who had locked him in a hall cupboard in a bid to make up and make out with her boyfriend. He knew he should be fuming and he was, not least because it and he had been the joke of the office for that week. But he also couldn't deny the fact that he found her extremely attractive, and was pretty irritated that his bid for freedom had done nothing to upset her newly restored romance. And of course, he hurriedly reminded himself, he hated women. To be honest, he was grateful for the change in subject as he was sick of the dreams of his wife, or rather soon to be ex-wife who had chucked him away like a pair of last season's shoes. Despite the fact that Alanna wasn't even available, she was fodder for his thoughts and that suited him just fine. He closed his eyes remembering the look on her face when he had jumped out of the cupboard. He hoped he hadn't made life too difficult for her with her psycho boyfriend, but he couldn't have stayed in that cupboard forever. God only knew how far it was going to go - he didn't want to catch them in flagrante. He thought for a moment – actually he wouldn't have minded catching her in flagrante, it was her brute of a boyfriend that he could do without seeing. Wondering what she would have looked like naked, Mike settled back into bed, a smile spreading across his face at his train of thought. As he got to the point where she was asking if he would like her to take off her Disney heels, he was interrupted by the sound of the letterbox rattling. Furrowing his brow, but set on not losing this thread, he closed his eyes and vowed to ignore it. That didn't work and he swore violently as he heard the letterbox rattling again. Flinging back the covers and planting his feet on the cold hardwood floor, he swore as he searched for a t-shirt, which he couldn't find, and swore again when he couldn't find his slippers. Bloody woman had insisted on tiles and wood when they had moved in and right now he would have killed for shag pile carpet. Failing to find slippers or a tshirt, Mike ran to the landing and leaned over in a bid to see if he could identify the perpetrator of all that noise. Nope, still couldn't see anything and yet the banging continued. Fucking postman – what a cheek! He'd have his guts for garters. Cursing with each step he made down the stairs, Mike flung the door open prepared for fury and was stunned to find his six year old daughter and three year old son waiting very impatiently for him on the doorstep. He frowned, "Hey guys, what are you?" Sebastian barrelled past while his daughter twinkled at him adoringly. "Hi Daddy, can I have a biscuit?" "What? Where's your mother - and no you can't it's nine o'clock in the morning. Where's your mother?" "She's there – look!" As Ava pointed, Mike's attention turned to where his ex wife it seemed was waiting for the kids to get in safely from half way down the drive. Ava took the opportunity to take advantage of her father's distraction and raced to find the stool in the kitchen on which to perch to reach the biscuit tin. He called her. "Roni!" She didn't respond, she simply raised her hand in greeting and turned away from him to make her way down the driveway. Oh no she didn't – he wasn't having that. Begging Ava to leave the biscuit tin alone at least until he returned to the house, he shut the door and jogged to Roni. It was only as he jogged and shrivelled at the same time, that he realised that April mornings were not ideal for bare feet and boxer shorts. "Hey!" he called to her retreating back, but it seemed there was not stopping her "Hey!" he called a little louder. He ran faster cursing the fact that their house was so big that their driveway was long enough for her to escape him. "Hey, wait a sec." She continued on but as she couldn't move as fast in her four inch heels as he could in his bare feet, he caught her in time. "Veronica, didn't you hear me calling you?" She turned to him, plastering on a smile as though nothing had happened. "Hi Mike, how are you?" There it was the beautiful engaging and fake smile. Bitch! "Hi yourself - don't you give me your politician's smile, what do you think you're doing? You can't just leave the kids on the doorstep like that - It's your weekend with them – they've been looking forward to seeing you and going to Land of the Teddy Bears for weeks. You've promised them a trip, remember – they'll be devastated." She rolled her eyes, "Well they didn't look too devastated to me; all they could talk about when I told them they were coming home was Pokemon and biscuits" Mike rolled his eyes, "Come on, that's not the point and you very well know it. You can't just leave them! What if I hadn't been here? If I hadn't been able to answer the door? What would you have done? And where are you going anyway?" She tutted and folded her arms, "Well in answer to your plethora of questions; One, you are here so I don't have to worry, two, I would have taken the kids to my Mum's and left you a message, and three, it's none of your business where I'm going." Mike opened his mouth to remind her that she was his wife, but he supposed that wasn't really the case anymore so he shut it to avoid any further humiliation at her hands. From the bottom of the driveway Mike heard the tooting of the horn, Roni turned back to him - he could see she was a little embarrassed. "I have to go, Luke's waiting for me" "I'm sure he is." Mike stared at his wife's back trying to remember the woman he had fallen in love with all of those years before but came up empty. He made a move to follow her down the driveway but she turned back to face him placing her hand on his chest. Even now, he could feel it race a little and he was disgusted with himself, "No Mike, not after last time" Mike smiled, "How is his nose, is it still broken?" "How was your stay in the police cell, cosy?" She retorted quickly. Trying and failing to find a response to that; she always was smart; he shrugged helplessly and watched as the love of his life walked away from him yet again into the arms (or the car) of the man whose face he just couldn't help wanting to destroy. And it was like this that Tamara found her colleague on her way back from buying enough alcohol to sink a ship for her party that evening. Mike was standing on his very proper road in his very proper postcode where people behaved properly all the time and yet there he was dressed very improperly in his boxer shorts and bare feet staring into the distance. Slowing down the car, she had the same internal war she had with herself every time; to interfere or to not interfere. Her angel's voice whispered, He already doesn't like you after the debacle at Alanna's, and you know he doesn't want to go to your shindig tonight so spare him some embarrassment and leave him be. However, the devil's head said, There's obviously something wrong, he wouldn't be standing out here in his underwear unless something had happened, maybe he needs some help. She looked at her baby boy gurgling happily up at her from his car seat. He's happy as anything but he's due for a feed soon so you really should be getting home, her angel voice cooed. But then again her devil's head whispered, You have a bottle in the bag so it doesn't matter how you feed him as long as you do - and anyway, it won't take two seconds to simply stop the car, or even to slow down and wind down the window to simply ask if he's ok. "I really shouldn't interfere should I Junior?" - she said to her baby as she stopped the car and wound down the window - the devil's voice ringing out loud in her ears Tamara couldn't help herself. Whenever people commented on her meddling, she said it was an illness, a compulsion that she couldn't shed. She had to know what was going on, and she had to help. And it was with this thought that she called out to him "Hey there Mr – you selling something?" Mike was dislodged out of his thoughts by Tamara's wolf whistle. Jesus, of all the people to run into, it would be this one. Mike figured that if he went for nonchalance she'd probably leave quicker. "Hey Tamara, how's it going?" "Yeah good – how are you?" "Well listen, I can't stay, the kids are in the house. It was nice seeing you." He turned to walk away but was stopped by, "Ah ah ah, not like that Mr. There has to be a reason that you're standing outside in your underwear staring into space. Your neighbour across the road has been checking you out for as long as I've been sitting in this car." "Which neighbour?" "Her across the road with the twitching curtains" Tamara gestured over her shoulder to the house where the curtains were indeed twitching rather rapidly. "Mrs Ramsbottom? Don't be ridiculous – she's happily married and about 65!" "Mmmm - She also has a healthy interest in young men who stand on the street in their boxer shorts." "Maybe I'm bringing down the neighbourhood again." "Or maybe she's elated that she doesn't have to look at Mr Rambottom's saggy arse when she could be looking at a prime piece of beefcake like yourself?" Mike frowned and rubbed his hand over his brow. "Are you all like this?" "Like what? And who all?" "You La Las or whatever gang you lot are a member of. Speak your mind as though there are no ramifications to what you're saying? Your friend Alanna was the same." Tamara smiled "It's these traits that have bonded us since primary school – I'm glad you've noticed. Now, back to what we were talking about..." "I wasn't talking about anything." She ignored him, "What are you doing out in your boxer shorts?" "I don't want to talk about it – nice talking to you." Not really he thought to himself. Honestly, of all the people. "Well it's all very well that you don't want to talk about it but it doesn't negate the fact that I am stopping out of the goodness of my heart to tell you that you're flashing your bits and pieces to the world and this is the thanks I get." Mike looked down at himself in horror and realised that everything was in its place where it should be He looked up to find her smirking, "See it could have been though, and then you would have had to charge Mrs Ramsbottom for the free show." He shook his head "Well thanks very much but..." She could tell he was about to brush her off, "Hey, can I ask a favour, my little one is hungry and in need of some food, do you think that I could come in and warm up his bottle." Mike remembered all of those lessons his father taught him about how it was wrong to hit women, and then he tried counting to ten. He realised that his efforts were futile as she was already out of the car and walking around to the passenger side to free up her baby. Fuck! No getting out of this now. He trudged his way back up his drive with Tamara trailing after him, after having waved to Mrs Ramsbottom who waved back enthusiastically for the first time ever and who also, he was sure, winked at him. When he got inside, Sebastian was painting the floor with permanent marker while fixated with Pokemon and Ava was perching precariously on a stool, her mouth covered in chocolate. Tamara followed him, still talking, "I can't believe you live here - to be honest, I only ever drive up here when I'm feeling wistful - Brad and I can't afford one of these although we'd love to one day. They always seem so big these houses, and imposing – but because we want quite a big family, it would be the best bet really. Do you mind if I have a bit of a nose around when we get inside?" He wanted to respond to tell her that yes he did mind very much and that he would much prefer it if she didn't but he realised as he stepped in through his hallway that he was now about to address her back. It seemed that somehow she had overtaken him and was now on her way to her first stop which was the kitchen. "Who are you? " Tara's nosinesswas brought up short by the question. She hefted Junior into a more comfortable position and looked at the question master, "Who are you?" Tamara responded calmly. Mike watched Ava jump down gracefully from her perch and smooth down her tutu and fix her fairy wings. "My name is Ava Maria Collins, I'm six years old." She took a moment to collect her thoughts and shouted, "Sebastian!" Tamara watched as a mini version of Michael skidded around the corner in a Batman suit with muscles, his cape flying behind him. "This is Sebastian, I can't remember his middle names, he lives here too. He's three." "No!" he responded indignantly, "I'm fourteen." Ava leaned forward conspiratorially to Tamara, "Actually he is three but he's just learnt the number fourteen at nursery so that's the number of the week." Tamara nodded sagely. "So who are you? And is that baby yours or did you steal it?" Mike took a breath to stop the unwieldy friendship that he could feel burgeoning but was cut off by, "My name is Tamara, I work with your dad and Greg. You know Greg don't you?" Ava squealed excitedly. "I love Greg." She stopped and thought for a moment, "I love you too Daddy, but I really really love Greg. When Aunty Tori gets bored of him, I'm going to marry him." Tamara looked over her shoulder slyly to find Mike watching the exchange – she had him now. "Well it's such a shame that you won't be coming to our house later, Greg will be there with your Aunty Tori and some of my friends will be there and we're having lots of food too. I did invite your Daddy but he says that he can't go." Ava tilted her head to one side and gazed at her father intensely "Why aren't we going Daddy?" Mike scratched his head, searching for a response "Well you were supposed to be away with Mummy this weekend" "Yeah, but we're not now – so we can go." She hit him with a bright smile and then turned back to Tamara. There was no question - only statement. Mike had always found it difficult to tell his little girl no but in particular when she was backed up by this menace; he knew he didn't stand a chance. He raised his hands in surrender "Ok, ok – we'll go. I think Tori and Greg are going to come and get me, well us now, anyway." Tamara didn't want to give him the opportunity of bailing out, and moreover, she wanted to know what had prompted his foray into underwear modelling in the street. It was obviously something juicy about the ex wife and although she desperately wanted to know what was going on, she did more than anything just want to help. "No, no, it's fine – there's plenty of space in my car – you should just come along with me now, and then Tori and Greg can give you all a lift home afterwards." Mike could feel his semblance of control leaving his life rapidly "No, honestly – you go on. We'll come to you later." Tamara clutched at straws trying to find something that would hook them – and then it hit her, Topsy Turvy Ch. 04 "Ava, did I tell you we have a dog?" And so Mike had found himself an hour later, showered and dressed and in the back of this woman's car stuck between his children who were way more excited about the dog they were about to meet than they had been about going away with their mother. He pulled out his phone to call Greg and Tori and to let them know that he would see them there but found that it was out of battery. He sighed loudly. He didn't understand how his life had come to this. Two months ago he had been a happily married man, with two beautiful kids, a great career and enough money in the bank to get by. Now he was a single dad, prone to episodes of exposing himself in public, broken hearted and being bullied by his best friend's PA, while having sexy dreams about her best friend, the rude baker, who was obsessed with Disney. What had happened to his life? *********** "And so she's had me cleaning, fetching, carrying, roasting and all sorts of things since we got here. That's why I was taking the time to have a bit of a sleep before the evening started. To be honest, I'm ready to go home but the kids are having so much fun with the dog and it's so cosy here – I don't think they'll let me leave." Tori sat back and huffed loudly, "Jeez Louise that's a story and a half. Did you ever find out where Roni and Luke went?" Mike shook his head but was interrupted by Greg saying, "No, but apparently my mum reckons that she's updated a photo of herself on Facebook on a yacht or something." All eyes turned to Greg who was still snaffling the peanuts. "A boat-" Tori gasped "Facebook?" Isabella enquired. Isabella got there first, "What the fuck is your mum doing on Facebook?" Greg grinned, "I think that's how she keeps in touch with her peeps." Tori rolled her eyes and kicked Greg, causing him to choke on a peanut. "What have I told you about watching too much MTV? You're too old for it. And anyway, I don't think anyone uses the word peeps anymore. I think the more important question is what is she doing on a boat and where is the boat going?" Mike could feel the hubbub growing in the room as he could feel everyone's interest pique at what escapade his wife was performing now. He lay back down on the sofa hugging his daughter and closed his eyes hoping to cocoon himself from the wave of pity which he knew was going to reach him. He could feel himself becoming the topic of conversation for the next hour or so. He counted down; three, two, one. Isabella started, "Well I don't understand what kind of woman-" but she was stopped by Tamara, "Ssshhh – kids, why don't you take Dandelion out for a run in the garden?" The room fell silent while the children made their way out of the room and once the adults could hear the playful barking they took up the subject once again "As I was saying, what kind of woman does that – she's a bitch – sorry Tori. You see, I told you – relationships just aren't viable. We should live like the animals I tell you – they never have to worry about low self esteem. You ever see an elephant with low self esteem?" Tamara rolled her eyes, "Jesus, she's drunk already. Brad! Come and take the bottle from Bella – last time I tried she bit me. But seriously, getting back to Mike and Roni, what's going to happen? Tori what do you think?" "What do you mean what do I think? My sister slept with my boyfriend for the duration of our relationship. Now she's left her husband and kids to cavort around God knows where with him. I think she's a bitch but she is still my sister." "And poor Mike." Tamara sympathised Mike squeezed his eyes shut in the hope that perhaps they would forget about him. "Sister, Pah! She doesn't know the meaning of sister, I don't know why you're protecting her like that." Isabella scoffed. "I'm not protecting her, I simply would prefer not to talk about her." And so the conversation went on. Back and forth about what a bitch Veronica was, and those poor children, and wasn't Mike a saint for coping. Mike could feel himself losing his rag and sat up in a bid to tell everyone, particularly little Medusa with the big mouth to shut the fuck up when, Ding Dong Praising Jesus for his divine intervention, Mike was positively looking forward to who was at the door as he knew that this would mean a distraction from the sorry topic that was his life and frankly, he didn't think it could get much worse. He sat up, fixing to change the subject and welcome the new arrivals until he heard, "Oh how lovely, did you bring a cake – oh, this is lovely – a Mickey mouse baby gro. He's going to look gorgeous in this. Bubby, look what Aunty Alanna bought for you." "Fuck!" Mike whispered under his breath while sinking back onto the sofa. Alanna had arrived. Topsy Turvy Ch. 04 I looked up at Darlene and she knew what needed to be done. She knelt behind Chistie and began licking her pussy as I held my sister steady on my lap. Christie kept up the constant heavy breathing and begging for her to lick her cunt. Finally I urged Christie and Darlene up and I was ready for the next scene. I stood up and removed my pants and I was quickly naked from the waist down. I sat back down and pulled Darlene to me. I felt her sopping wet pussy when she bent down and kissed me. I then guided her over my erection and she took it from there. Facing me she grabbed my dick and stroked it a few times as Christie stood next to of her. And then the sound of cock slipping into a wet cunt was followed by my moan. Tracy now joined us still taking pictures of our every move. I was happy to see she was using her left hand to rub her own pussy as she watched Darlene ride up and down on me. Christie leaned between us and sucked on Darlene's rigid nipple making for a perfect photo opportunity. Click...click...click could be heard amongst Darlene's urging me to fuck her harder. Christie got into teasing my nipples now with her tongue and finger. I smiled as Darlene's tits kept bouncing off the top of her head. "Give it to her good brother! She is so damn hot, I could just eat her all up!" mumbled my nipple licking sister as she looked up at me. Tracy now stood behind her taking pictures of Darlene's ass and my cock slipping into her. We kept up the constant lap fuck for quite a while as I felt Darlene enjoying herself. I always liked her and wondered why I had never asked her to be me my girlfriend. Since my sisters moved in with me I had forgotten that this woman always was there when I needed a shoulder or even better she was a wonderful lay. And that thought brought me to the edge as my balls needed to be emptied badly. I slipped her off of me and grabbing my cock I told her and Christie to get on their knees. With Tracy now a foot away shooting rapid-fire photos of the wild sex I stroked my cock and my cum shot out onto Christie's face. Quickly moving a little to the right Darlene received a dose of my sperm and I jerked off equally onto two smiling faces. White stuff trickled down Darlene's face over her nose and onto her lips. Christie had cum dripping off of her chin onto her breasts. Cheeks and faces streaked with my sperm faced the camera for Tracy's hot view. I finished with both and they now were taking turns kissing my sticky cockhead. Tracy's shorts were so wet now as she frigged herself off quickly after she was done taking the final shot. The two girls were kissing and licking each other's face as I sat there dazed. Tracy was moaning loudly as she brought herself to a much needed orgasm. I guess the photo shoot was successful as I weakly walked to the bathroom to clean up... Topsy Turvy Ch. 05 Hi there This story is proving to be bigger than me so it's taking me a little longer to set the scene. There's no sex yet - and barely even any kissing but hopefully it's leading to the good stuff. Please do comment, vote and all constructive criticism is greatly received. I hope you enjoy. Elle x ***** As Alanna drove up the winding lane surrounded by the heady scent of lavender on the approach to Tamara's small cottage, she found herself wondering if it had been the best idea to bring Simon. Things had been a little strange since they had gotten back together, namely due to the gorgeous half naked man who had fallen out of her hall cupboard and legged it down the High Street. However, contrary to Alanna's expectations, Simon hadn't dumped her immediately. Sure he hadn't spoken for two days, and had paced around her apartment like a caged tiger, raising his hand every time she tried to speak to him, but he hadn't finished with her and didn't seem to be as upset as predicted. And then, after 48 hours of silence, he had simply smiled at her and asked if she wanted a bacon sandwich, to which she had nodded – grateful for the communication, and then they had just carried on as normal. Alanna had taken the opportunity of his forgiveness to explain to him just what had happened at the nightclub, about Tamara and her good deeds - to which he had just nodded again, saying he understood and could they please just get back to normal. She had accepted his forgiveness gratefully and had looked forward to the future. And yet, she couldn't help but notice that despite how "ok" he was with everything, everything didn't seem to be ok. It wasn't even bearable. He wouldn't let go of her. Anywhere they were together he had to hold her hand, or stroke her arm or kiss her neck or all three at the same time. If they were sitting on the sofa, he had to have her on his lap. If they were brushing their teeth (yes, together) he'd have to hold the cup for her while she washed her mouth out. He was just always there. For the first couple of days she had been flattered – well she had never had someone who was as completely out of her league as he was, and yet deep inside she felt, and was yet afraid to voice, that his constant presence was proving a little claustrophobic. Aware of these feelings and wanting to discuss them with her friend, she had tried her best to put him off from coming with her. But when he had raised his big brown eyes to her in reproach and had asked what he was supposed to do on a Saturday night without her, she had caved. So here they were in the car on the way to Tamara's. She could feel him staring at her again, and she furrowed her brow. He must surely have memorised everything on her face by now, so often did she catch him looking at her. But then she chided herself for being so fussy. He was a lovely man, lovely looking with a great job, no tattoos and no criminal record so really she should be grateful. Upon arriving at the cottage, and being welcomed in by Brad and Tamara, Alanna had found herself ushered into the kitchen by Tamara and looking behind her, she seemed to have lost Simon. She turned to Tamara in confusion. "Hey, what's going on? Why are we in here?" Tamara busied herself opening a bottle of champagne, looking everywhere but at her friend, "Hmm? Oh did you say something – I didn't hear you. Why don't you take the cake out of its box, I'm sure I have a cake stand somewhere." Alanna narrowed her eyes at her friend. Given that their friendship had lasted close to twenty five years, Alanna knew when she was being ignored. She poked Tamara sharply in the ribs. "Oi! You owe me big time for your nonsense from the other week and as far as I'm aware, I was almost certain that this party is being held for you to say sorry! Why are you playing shy for? What's going on?" Tamara turned to Alanna, blowing her dark brown fringe from her eyes and fixing her bright blue eyes on her friend, "Ok, don't kill me ok?" she asked hopefully. Alanna folded her arms, "Ok – I won't – yet." Not a good start. Tamara blew out a breath of courage, "Ok, well I invited Mike to come tonight-" Alanna smiled, her dark eyes lighting up "Yeah, I know, and he turned you down flat, ha ha – hence you are gifted with our presence because I can't help but feel somehow that if Simon were here and so was Mike it would be –" Realisation dawned on her very quickly as she watched her friend bite her lip and wince. She shouted, "What? He's here? Don't you shush me! Why would you do that? Oh God, Simon's going to have a coronary." Tamara winced further as she watched her friend despair. "Tam, this is awful – we seem to be tip toeing around one another as it is and he is on my back every day and night – and I don't mean in the fun way." Tamara took a breath to give her customary unwanted advice but was cut off by, "So they're in there – both in the same room? Oh God." She sank down onto the kitchen floor with her head in her hands, while the children who had been playing with Dandelion the dog were watching the crazy lady and her tall friend behaving strangely from the garden. Tamara rallied, "Hey look, it's fine. Nothing has happened – they can't hurt each other – I have all the sharp knives here, everyone sounds like they seem to be having a good time. It's fine." Alanna huffed out a deep breath, and looked at her friend out of the corner of her eye, "You're an idiot." "Yes" Tamara nodded sagely, "Yes I am." Alanna rallied, "Well ok, I just have to get over this. I'm sure it's all going to be fine." She busied herself by taking the Disney cake, Donald Duck this time, out of its box and placing it on the cake stand which Tamara had provided. Nodding decisively to indicate she was over it, Alanna made her way to the lounge to place it with the rest of the feast that seemed to be adorning the table. Tamara followed her berating her about the fact that she still was not drinking when suddenly they realised that the only sound which could be heard in the room was them squabbling along with Kenny G who was blasting something wicked from his saxophone via the stereo. Alanna looked around the room. As usual, Greg and Tori were all up on each other on an armchair in the back of the room. Brad was standing by the window where it seemed he was watching the kids playing with Dandelion. Alanna's eyes turned to rested on Bella who it seemed was staring at something interesting. She followed Bella's eye line to find Simon and Mike in a corner whispering aggressively and furiously between them. She sank down next to her friend, her knees giving way underneath her. Feeling rather than seeing her friends join her on the sofa, so transfixed was she by the display of testosterone in front of her, Bella started to give Alanna and Tamara the low down delightedly, "So my friends, things are not good. I think these boys are fighting over you La La!" Tamara wiggled so she would have a better view and a more comfortable seat, elbowing Alanna as she did so, "So Bells, what happened – tell all." Bella took a deep breath, "Well. Simon walked in full of smiles, saying hello to everyone, and Alanna I must tell you he's very fetching in his pink shirt – it looks lovely against his skin. Mmmm, that dark skin. Anyway, he had just kissed me hello and then he took one look at Michael lying on the sofa and then I felt the chill in the room. He stopped smiling, shook Brad's hand and then made his way to get a drink. Michael got up and made his way over to him – I think to say hi or something – say it with me "Death Wish" – and held out his hand in greeting and Simon just looked at his hand and then looked at Michael and told him to fuck off." Alanna and Tamara gasped together, "I know! So anyway, Mike looked down at his hand and shook his head and then tried to explain about the night at Alanna's and how innocent it was and how she had just taken pity on him and so on, but then Simon just looked at him and leaned forward and whispered something sotto voce – that means under his breath in case you didn't know girls – and then this quiet fight has been going on ever since. Brad got up just in case a fight broke out and we've all been in a state of suspended animation ever since – well apart from those two," she gestured to Tori and Greg, "They haven't come up for air since they sat in the chair. Hey La La, don't I get a kiss hello?" Alanna kissed her friend somewhere between her cheek and her ear, not taking her eyes from Simon. Before the whole debacle with Michael had taken place, Alanna would have sworn to a Court that Simon was the gentlest man she had ever met. He was a big man, who stood about six foot one and who she always likened to a bear. He had a deep voice and dark skin and large hands. He tended to wear his hair cut very close to his head and had large dark eyes which seemed to draw Alanna in whenever she looked at him. He was a good looking man and imposing to look at. Yet in the time they had been together, he had never raised his voice to her or even been particularly angry. He did distressed and hurt pretty well though, he had demonstrated this each time he had broken up with her due to her phantom lovers that he was sure she was keeping hidden from him. However, this man in front of her, this man who had his teeth gritted and his neck extended like a rabid pitbull, looked nothing like the man she had been desperate to make amends with so she could keep him in her life. He was a stranger to her. Alanna thought through quickly of anything she could do to alleviate the tension and make the situation better but came up empty. She would note later that evening that it was almost as though she had known what was going to happen before it did. And she chastised herself that had she not interfered, the situation may not have played out as it did. It was the change in Simon's body language that she noticed first, and then the clench of his fist and the way he adjusted his stance. Her gaze flitted from Simon to Mike and back again, and she noticed how Mike's eyes opened a little wider as though perceiving the change also but not yet deciding what to do about it. And then she saw Simon pull his fist back. "No!" She realised afterwards that had she not screamed, Mike would not have glanced in her direction and the ensuing debacle probably would not have happened. Covering her eyes, she heard rather than saw Simon punch Mike in the face and having her hands pulled from her eyes by Tamara and Isabella collectively, she was greeted by the sight of Simon straddled over him on the floor, fist raised going for what looked to be a second punch. She heard Tamara muttering, "It's going to be murder getting that blood off the floor." Alanna shot up off the sofa raising a hand to her mouth and locked eyes with Tamara who bit her lip. Everyone was frozen in horrified fascination, Simon turned to face Alanna still astride Mike, "See what you made me do? I don't understand. You said you didn't know him – that you were doing a stranger a favour. If that's the case - what's he doing here?" Alanna shook her head, no words coming out. She'd never seen Simon like this, his teeth bared in anger, his knuckles bruised and stained with Mike's blood. This was all her fault. Mike spat out a mouthful of blood and tried from his prone position, "There's nothing going on – that's what I was trying to tell you, you idiot." Simon spat at him, pulling him by his shirt and banging his head on the floor, "Shut up, I wasn't talking to you." He turned back to Alanna "Lanna, did you bring me here to make a fool of me? It's bad enough that one minute he's running out of your house half naked and I believe what you told me no matter how far fetched it was. But this, in your friend's house? You bring me here to look a fool in front of your family? But see, he's not so strong after all – your big man. What good is he to you? He can't even defend himself. Jackass." Simon spat these words at Alanna and then pushed himself up off from Mike to stalk his way over to her. Despite being a good nine inches shorter than Alanna, Tamara stepped in front of her friend in her defence. Seeing the fear on Alanna's face, and the anger on Tamara's, Simon's face dropped, "Baby, I wouldn't hurt you. I would never hurt you. I'm upset is all." He reached out a hand to Alanna which, after some deliberation she took, much to Tamara's astonishment. He pulled her to him, casting a glance at Mike over his shoulder, "You see, she's mine. Stay away from what's mine." Tamara frowned at Alanna as she watched Simon secure his arm around her waist. "What are you doing Lana?" asked Tamara puzzled. She watched as Simon led Alanna to the door where the only sounds that could be now be heard were of Ava and Sebastian laughing at the dog's antics outside. Alanna turned to Tamara unable to look her in the eye, "I'm going to go. I think it's for the best. I'll call you in the morning." Tamara frowned again and made to stop her friend but Brad prevented her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her flush against him. She struggled valiantly, shouting at her husband, "Don't hold me, what's she doing? Alanna, where are you going? You cannot be going with that psycho – look at him – what are you-" Alanna shook her head at her friend and followed as Simon pulled her away from the door. The door closed softly behind them and everyone in the room heard the front door slam. They looked at one another in silence. "Well, excuse me for asking – but where the fuck does she think she's going?" Isabella's slurred voice cut the tension which was simmering and seemed to knock everyone out of their stupor. Her words seemed to knock Tamara into action, "Fuck knows Bella! Brad, get the first aid kit upstairs, Bella get up and let Mike lie down – in fact, can you go play with the kids or something? Keep them away so they don't see Mike's face but don't slur at them for the love of God. Greg, I don't think Tori is injured in any way and therefore she probably doesn't need kissing quite there - can't you make yourself useful or something and go and check on the food – I'm sure some of it's burnt now – no, hang on - on second thoughts – Tori, would you mind? I don't think I trust Greg in my kitchen, he'll burn everything and everything he doesn't burn, he'll eat." Having dispersed everyone to a task, she sank down on the sofa which Mike had struggled onto, "Mike, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?" Mike batted away her concerned words with his hand, touching his mouth tenderly to see what damage had been done. She moved closer to him, her eyes conveying their worry, "I'm so sorry – I didn't think he'd react that way. I knew he'd probably be annoyed, but Jeez, I didn't expect that at all. I'm so sorry." Mike turned to her and laughed with no humour whatsoever "My God – so you do know how to apologise then do you? This is all your fault. I've tried to be dignified but it has done me no good whatsoever! I blame you squarely for this. What's wrong with you? You can't help meddling and interfering. I told you I didn't want to come to your party, was happy at home with my kids. Jesus what is it with me and parties. Last party I went to, I find out my wife's cheating on me and has been doing so for approximately half of our marriage. This time, I get beaten up because apparently I'm trying to steal some guy's girl – which I'm really not but believe me, I would if things were different and he would be completely aware of it, but I'm not. I hurt all the time because of bloody women. I slept in the bloody woman's house. That's all. If you had just left me that night – someone would have woken me, I would have stumbled to bed and woken up in my house, with my hangover and wouldn't even know Alanna's name. Now apparently, I'm a poor excuse for a man because I don't know when to leave a taken woman alone. That's a direct quote by the way. For fuck's sake! Does no one understand? My wife has left me. The only woman I have loved in my life has walked out on me and our kids. And I don't know why. And rather than leaving me to grieve in peace – I'm being subjected to your shit at work, at home and apparently now in my spare time too. So I ask you nicely, could you not just shove your 'I'm sorry' up your arse and get out of my face?" He ignored her hand which was outstretched towards him and struggled up from the low and very comfortable sofa to his full height. He didn't know what to do with himself. He was, he realised, stuck. He couldn't even make a dignified exit because he didn't have his car with him. He flopped back down on the sofa in resignation. He just wanted to go home and cry. He hadn't done that since the night that Roni had left and right now he just wanted to go home, lie on the floor, play some Maxwell on the stereo and cry. He knew that it wasn't the manliest of reactions but he figured he was allowed given the events of the past couple of months. Surprised that Tamara hadn't responded, he looked down and found an empty space where she had been sitting. He shook his head so annoyed at himself – he knew she hadn't deserved that, but Jesus a man could only take so much. He threw himself back onto the sofa. He had always thought of himself as easygoing. During their marriage, people thought he was henpecked and that he merely tolerated Roni's decisions because she was stronger than him. But what he had decided early on was that he was happy as long as all those around him were happy – those he loved. And that had been why he had let Roni get away with murder. Anything she had wanted, he had given to her, and the same had applied to the children. As long as they were polite and well behaved with a good sense of right and wrong, he had given them their heart's desires. However, Roni's betrayal had done something to him – had changed him. He hadn't processed it yet – he knew that. He was too scared to do so. But he knew that the way in which he had always looked at love, the innocent and naïve way, was gone. He just didn't know what was now in its place. So deep was he in his thoughts, that he didn't feel another presence until he felt an arm snake around his shoulders which he shrugged off violently. It was only after this that he realised that Greg had taken residence on the sofa next to him. When Roni had left him, Greg had become a type of surrogate brother. Where they had been workmates only before, Mike would never forget that Greg had taken him and the kids in when he found the house too big to handle without his wife. Greg had also prevented him from drinking himself into a stupor too often but most of all, he had helped a great deal in keeping Mike's dreams of happiness alive. Mike had watched how Greg had fallen in love with Tori, Roni's sister, and how he had remained patient to get her back when she had left him. And now, they were living happily in sin madly in love putting past hurts behind them. They gave Mike courage and most of all hope, because he really didn't know how to or even if he wanted to raise his two little ones by himself. Shaking himself out of his exceptionally depressing thoughts of a lifetime of loneliness, he turned to his friend, "Are you sitting this close for a reason or do you want to buy me a drink?" Greg winked at Mike and made to kiss him which made them both laugh. "Good, glad to see you're alive and haven't lost the ability to smile." "Smile? Are you kidding – did you just see what happened there? I've just had my lights punched out with a lucky blow by a guy who reckons I'm sleeping with his girlfriend when I've only met her once in my life. My wife doesn't want to see me or her children it seems, and now, your meddling PA just seems to want to be my friend, which frankly I could readily do without because every time I see her, something awful happens to me." Topsy Turvy Ch. 05 He sighed heavily, "Hey, I know this is an imposition, but would you and Tori mind taking the kids tonight?" Greg nodded albeit reluctantly as he realised that his evening would now be filled with Peppa Pig and Hannah Montana rather than Egyptian cotton and chocolate syrup. "Great, now call me a cab – I wanna get out of here." "Yes your Highness." **** Simon was humming as he drove Alanna away from Tamara's house. He didn't look at all perturbed that he had just punched a complete stranger, disrupted a party, looked like a psycho and embarrassed his girlfriend. Alanna closed her eyes in dread as she thought about the haranguing she was sure to get from Tamara. Thank God Bella was drunk otherwise they wouldn't have let her leave. She knew for a fact that the next time she saw the girls; she was in for a world of pain. She looked over at Simon again, wondering where that anger had come from, and why it was such a surprise to her. He had humiliated her with his violence and irrational behaviour. She looked down at her hands to find herself digging her nails into her palms and in a bid to calm herself she reassured herself that she shouldn't really worry about what other people thought – it should really be about her and her feelings. But she was so conflicted. Those people that she had just left behind her looking at her like they didn't know her were her family and she was hardly in a position where she'd be able to say oh he was having a bad day or he's really not like that, because she knew for a fact that if any of them had said that to her, she'd have laughed in their faces. The girls had made a pact after the big fight of 1999 that they would never interfere in each other's love lives, and it was something they had adhered to rigidly in order to maintain the friendship that each of them held so very dearly. Therefore, they had each bitten their tongues when Helena disregarded all advice and married Robin who very quickly turned out to be the absolute idiot that they had anticipated. They had each wrung their hands silently as Isabella pushed away the love of her life because he scared her so much with his love that she couldn't handle it. They had stayed quiet when Brad had decided he didn't want to obligate Tamara to being with him while he was sick and watched them both suffer from his decision. And they had stayed quiet as they watched Alanna's burgeoning relationship with Simon falter and strengthen and falter again. So, Alanna knew that for Tamara to have reacted so strongly and to have broken the rule meant that Alanna was in No Man's Land. Alanna had been so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice when Simon pulled up outside her flat and had turned off the engine. She jumped out of her thoughts as he lay a hand on her lap, "I am sorry you know." Alanna nodded, not able to look at him, "It's just that it made me so angry seeing him there, and I thought you had lied to me about what was going on. You can't blame me really." Alanna furrowed her brow, maybe he had a point – maybe he was right. She had put him in a very awkward position and it must have been so embarrassing for him to have been there with Mike like that. She folded her arms. She was going to have to speak to Tamara to let her know the result of her meddling and how awful it had made things between her and Simon. She turned to him, "I do understand and I'm sorry to have put you in that position." She undid her seatbelt and noticed as he did the same, "Hey, I think we might need a night apart tonight – I just need some time to myself – call me in the morning?" Alanna watched as Simon furrowed his brow and nodded once, decisively, "I'll come by and take you for lunch tomorrow shall I?" She smiled back at him, "Yes, please do." He leaned in for a kiss and she kissed him back just a quick peck, and then exited the car hurriedly. She waved at him as she made her way to her front door, and made her way in not looking back again. Once she got into her flat, she leaned her back against the front door, trying to process just how she was feeling. She had the opportunity now. Even though she knew that a lot of her disdain for what had just happened was because she was embarrassed about Simon's behaviour and the change in him, now that she was by herself she could admit that a great deal of her unease was because she hadn't wanted to leave Michael bleeding on the floor. She had wanted to comfort him and make sure he was ok, because, she was sure, she felt sorry for him – nothing else. And yet, she wondered to herself, why then was she disappointed at his very definite declaration that he had no interest in her. She was startled out of her thoughts by her phone ringing. Pushing herself off from the door she ran to it preparing herself for the onslaught of abuse to follow "Hello," she answered breathlessly "Yes Madam it's me. Is he there?" Alanna shook her head at the phone and then realising that Tamara couldn't see her, she answered, "No Tam – I sent him home." "Good job too – why did you leave with him? What's wrong with you?" Alanna huffed and sat down cross legged in the hallway, watching Persia, her kitten, pad her way to her and plop herself comfortably on her lap "Hey there – what about the rules – I thought we didn't discuss our relationships?" "Fuck the rules – what's going on?" Tamara insisted but she was met by a wall of determination. "Tam, seriously I don't want to talk about it." Alanna sat in silence winding the telephone cord around her finger deciding whether to ask the question that was burning in her mind, "Tam, you there?" "Yep," came back a clipped tone. "Ummm, how's Mike doing?" She was met by a silence which Alanna felt the need to fill, "Not that I'm interested, but I know that he's a lawyer and that he could sue the pants off Simon so I thought I should ask." Tamara huffed a breath, "He's gone home. The kids are going to go home with Tori and Greg. Poor Mike, he's in a bit of a state but he's such a nice man – despite the absolute rollicking he gave me earlier." "Well," she mused, "maybe if things were different, but they're not and I'm with a man who loves me, and despite his pretty bad behaviour today, treats me very well so that's that. So can we talk about this another time? "Oh you bet your arse we'll talk about this another time, but I'm waiting to see you before I kill you." Alanna laughed and said her goodbyes, and made her way to the shower to wash off the day's ugliness. ******* It was only later that night as she was getting ready for bed that it suddenly struck Tamara, "Well isn't that something?" she muttered to herself Interested in his wife's opinion and yet fearing that this would be a repeat of the time she wanted to debate if the sky was actually blue, Brad muttered something unintelligible. She didn't notice. "If things were different.." she repeated. Curiosity piqued, Brad sat up, "If what things were different?" She turned to him, surprised that he was listening to her thought process, "Exactly!" "Babe, I don't understand," She turned to him excitedly, "They both said it, 'if things were different' – they both said it about each other." She jumped onto her husband excitedly, who was delighted by the kisses she was laying all over his face, "They just need a little help is all." She mused. Delighted by his wife's enthusiasm, Brad ensured that this was her final conscious thought that night as he rolled her over onto her back and then Tamara thought no more about Alanna and Mike and the possibilities of themn as he kissed her thoughts away. Topsy Turvy Ch. 06 Hi there, thanks for reading and apologies for the delay in providing this chapter. Please do vote and comment, constructive criticism is appreciated. Hope you enjoy Elle x 0o0o0o0o0 A month had passed since the "Clash of the Titans", as Tamara had dubbed it, and the four friends had decided to have a bonding session with food, gossip and a healthy dose of wine. Lounging in Helena's lounge on sofas, armchairs, a foot stool and the floor respectively, the girls were now discussing "Poor Michael". "Well I think the least you could do is apologise" These words were followed by a crunch and a sound of delight as Tamara inhaled tortilla chips from the bowl which was laying gently cradled in her lap. Ignoring the scowl she received from Alanna, she dipped her hand back in the bowl happily whilst being watched by Helena with disgust who never let complex carbohydrates into her body. Helena couldn't help herself. "Tam, do you know how many calories are in that?" Tamara took the time to think about the question -- continuing to eat while doing so. Eventually she responded, "It's not important how many calories are in it - it's good for my baby." The friends exchanged puzzled glances, and then Isabella leaned forward to her friends remarking, "She does realise that she's already had the baby doesn't she?" Tamara threw a pillow at her friend, "Ha ha ha, but I'll have you know that actually it's very good for him. I'm eating salsa, which has tomatoes in it, which are vegetables or fruits even, so then when Junior has Mum's milk, he's getting his recommended amount." Helena furrowed her brow trying to make sense of the statement, "But you're not breast feeding anymore." Tamara turned back to her, "Those are mere details!" Helena took a breath to continue the argument, but Bella and Alanna both shook their heads vigorously -- it wasn't worth the bother. Tamara continued, "Anyway La La, back to what I was saying -- I do think you owe Mike an apology. I mean, let's face it. He only got punched out because he was defending your honour," Alanna's eyes opened wide at her friend's cheek, "Hey! He wouldn't have had to defend my honour if he hadn't ended up at my flat, and he wouldn't have ended up at my flat if you hadn't stuck your nose where it wasn't wanted in the first place. Did you ever think of that?" Tamara dismissed her protests with the imperious wave of a hand, "Well, that's neither here nor there -- the important thing is, he's furious with me, even though he says he isn't -- and it's making me a little uncomfortable. I don't like having to examine my conscience -- so can you fix it so I can go back to work with my head held high?" She took another tortilla chip and munched on it thoughtfully. "You could go and apologise at his house if you wanted to do it sooner rather than later." Alanna was very well aware of what her friend was up to and made an effort to put a stop to it immediately. "Alright there Cilla, no matchmaking for you my friend. I've already told you, I'm going to give things a go with Simon and see if we can make things better again." The collective groan which resounded through the room was enough of a hint for Alanna to confirm the girls' feelings about her boyfriend. She narrowed her eyes accusingly, "Have you lot been discussing me? Have you broken the pact?" Tamara took a breath to confirm that yes indeed they had been discussing her; discussing the fact that she had become entangled with an insecure giant with an anger management problem, and who was capable of who knew what. However, she was interrupted by Bella who unusually was sober, and therefore was that evening's voice of reason, "Come on La La, you can't be surprised. Surely you have to understand that what happened at Tam's house wasn't normal behaviour. I completely get that he's a little insecure and that he worries that you're going to leave him, blah blah blah. But to get so possessive that he's violent -- well where's it going to stop? What would have happened if he had hit you? I mean, he took Mike down and look at the size of him. Now you're a hell of a lot smaller than Mike and imagine it had been you -- you could have or rather would have been hurt babe." Alanna interrupted, "Ok, ok, I hear what you're saying, but Simon would never --" "Simon would never hurt me" Bella mimicked, "Is that what you were going to say? Even though we all saw him floor a man bigger than him because said man allegedly wants you?" Alanna bit her lip knowing there was nothing she could say to this because her friend was completely right. Not about him being violent to her -- that would never happen, but about his possessiveness and his insecurity. On that fact, Bella was right on the button. However, Alanna couldn't help but feel that she owed it to Simon to restore his faith in her. This time, she was the cause of his unhappiness and discomfort and she felt a true responsibility for it. They had been fine before Michael Collins had shown his very handsome face in her abode, well sort of fine, and she figured that if she and Simon could get back to sort of fine, then all would be well with the world. She just wanted them to start with a clean slate. However, she was also honest enough, with herself at least, to admit that she had to put to bed whatever burgeoning desire it was that she felt for Michael and that she owed him an apology. She figured that the best way she could do this was by making an apology to him directly. Email would probably be the best bet. But then again she could just visit him and apologise at his front door as per Tamara's suggestion. She could make her apology at his house, where he would open the front door and would be in his underwear again like back at her flat with his beautiful brown skin gleaming. He could be just out of the shower and when he'd open the door, he could be delighted to see her and could hold out his hand to her and she could step in to him and then he could lean down to kiss her while she stroked his... She was startled out of her thoughts by Helena's voice, "So Mike is definitely getting divorced then?" Alanna looked around the room to find Tamara and Isabella responding to Helena's question. Tamara answered her, distracted by the sight of Isabella finishing off the bowl of tortilla chips. She was worried that there would be none left. "Yeah, apparently that bitch of a wife of his sent through the papers to get it started. Greg was saying that they're with his lawyers now." The girls shook their heads in disgust. Helena spoke out again, "Poor love. So do you think he'd agree if I asked him out?" The three shaking heads turned in shock to Helena. The room stood silent. Tamara was the first to recover, "Erm, I don't think he's in the market for that sweetie." Helena pursed her lips and furrowed her brow, "Why not, you're willing to set him up with La La. If he's on the market and Alanna doesn't want him as she's got Simon -- I'll give him a go." Tamara scrabbled for a good reason and found none, short of the fact that she wanted Mike for Alanna, she rallied. "To be honest, I didn't know you were interested in him -- what do you think Bells?" Tamara looked to Bella for back up which for once she gave in spades, "Are you kidding me -- we've just been talking about how awful the other week was for Mike and how crazy Simon is and you want to bring Mike into our social circle and watch him and Simon kill each other on a weekly basis? What's wrong with you?" Helena shrugged her shoulders, "Listen, I'm not asking for permission -- I was asking an opinion. La La doesn't want him -- do you?" Alanna shook her head slowly trying to decide if that was actually true and wondering how she felt about the idea of her best friend dating the current star of her fantasies. Tamara interrupted, "Pah! Alanna doesn't know what she wants -- she currently thinks she wants a bad tempered colossus who just happens to be hot, but who I, sorry we, think is a psycho. She doesn't know her own mind!" Helena heaved a deep breath and rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm not saying I'm going to marry him or anything -- but come on, it makes sense. He's single, I'm single. He's hot and so am I and..." She left a pregnant pause as she could see the girls hanging on her every word, "It would probably make Simon take less notice of Alanna if he thinks Mike is dating one of her friends." The tide turned in the room and the group split, Tamara shook her head vehemently, "Nope, no, no way! It won't work -- it's not a great idea at all." She was devastated as her visions of Mike and Alanna sailing into the sunset began to disappear right in front of her eyes, Bella interrupted, "Now hang on, I think there may be some viability in this idea." "No there isn't --" Bella waved her hand at Tamara's protests "I think there might. If Helena is dating Mike then obviously Mike doesn't want Alanna. And if Alanna is absolutely refusing to get rid of Simon -- which seems to be the case -- then this is a case for a win all around." Helena sat back in her chair vindicated and delighted, while Tamara looked around for something else to put in her mouth for fear of biting Helena's head off. Bella, feeling that the discussion was finished with, got up to get a bottle of wine. Alanna's voice drew the attention back to the case in point, "Hey, why don't we -- well maybe we should just let him be? As Tam said, he's obviously already had enough of his life being interfered with, his wife has left him and he has suffered something awful at our hands -- why can't we just let him pretend that he's never met us?" Tamara and Helena jumped in response to Alanna for very different reasons. Tamara got there first, "Because babe, I want to make things better, and I feel bad and I think he's a nice guy." She looked pointedly at Helena, "For the right girl." Alanna sighed, realising that the scene was already set and there was no room for manoeuvre. Helena's response was a lot simpler, "Because honey, while you're saving your relationship with the crazy one -- I wanna have a go on that big bucking chocolate bronco." ******* A mix tape. That's what his life had come to. And to make matters worse, it wasn't even a tape, it was a CD. He was a thirty four year old man sitting on the sofa listening to a self compiled mix tape of rejection and he was crying. Crying because his wife had left him, crying because she had found someone else better than him, crying because he wasn't sure what he wanted out of life anymore, and crying because during said crying session, he had forgotten the pasta on the stove and had burnt another pot. This in turn meant that he would now have to go to the superstore with the kids again which he had sworn he would never do again due to the stressful nature of the experience last time. He looked to the floor where the pile of photos of his soon to be ex wife sat at his feet. The top one was Roni smiling to the camera just before she did her bungee jump in New Zealand. He leant down and rifled through the others. It struck him as he looked through the pile that there were not very many photos of them together. In fact, he barely registered in any of them at all. He had paid for each amazing experience, but hadn't been deemed worthy enough to share the limelight with Veronica Collins nee Grayson. He wondered how he had never noticed that before - that his wife was happier to be in a photograph by herself and for him to be her photographer and cheerleader. Looking back over the time they had spent together, she had always been the centre of attention and he merely a spectator. He had just wanted her to be happy and now he realised that her happiness had been to his cost. Mike sat back on the sofa knocked out by the revelation and felt tears well up again. This time his sadness was due to his idiocy. He couldn't believe he had spent so much of his life with someone who so patently didn't want him. His sobs intensified as he noticed the photo of Ava and Sebastian grinning at him from on top of the piano and he felt his heart break for them. The sound of the doorbell jolted Mike out of his sobbing session. Sitting up and removing the tissue which was stuck to his face, he tried to decide whether he actually wanted to answer it. It couldn't have been the kids as they had left him very happily two hours ago when their mother had arrived bearing gifts and promises of a wonderful weekend. The only other person it was likely to be was Tori, Roni's sister, who was prone to checking up on him after hearing about his drunken endeavour and flashing to his neighbours. But given that it was Friday night, Mike was also aware that Greg would currently be convincing Tori to try position number whatever of the Karma Sutra as he did every Friday. So Mike was rather puzzled as to who could have been at the door. Curiosity getting the better of him, Mike got up from the sofa and made his way to the hallway, stopping to shut the kitchen door firmly and wincing again at the smell. He checked his reflection before opening the door hoping that it wasn't Mrs Ramsbottom who had become quite a frequent visitor since he had made his semi naked appearance at the bottom of his drive a few weeks earlier. ***** Alanna was sure that the surprise she could see on Mike's face as he opened the door was probably mirrored on her own. Now that she was here, she wasn't sure if this was indeed the best idea. If she were honest with herself, the whole time she had been talking herself into making this visit she had changed her mind constantly. She'd decided to go as she'd changed out of her baking clothes and found her good jeans. She'd decided not to go as she found her comfortable boots and decided she'd prefer to go shopping. However, as she had wrapped her scarf around her neck and put on her earrings, she had decided that actually she should make this journey as she really did owe Mike the apology and it would be the best for everyone, especially so that she and Simon could start their new leaf or life or whatever over together. But as she jammed her hat very heavily on her head, she had resolved that as there was a really good film showing at the local cinema (French, subtitles, death and love) she would much rather go there than have to face Mike again and that was the end decision. The fact that she was now on his doorstep worried her; especially as she didn't even remember travelling there or ringing the doorbell. But she must have done both because here she was and there he was. While he greeted her, she found herself distracted by just how attractive he was. She tilted her head to look up at him, charmed by the dimple in his chin, and the way his smile revealed white straight teeth. He was smiling with curiosity as if perplexed to find her standing on his doorstep. She, in the meantime, was wondering just why her heart was pounding so quickly and if it was ok to be so utterly beguiled by someone your friend had publicly set their sights on -- let alone the fact that she already had a boyfriend of her own. Best to be formal, "Hello Michael." "Umm, hi?" Alanna bit her lip, and started again, "Look I know this is out of the ordinary, me showing up on your doorstep without calling first, but I just wanted to come by and apologise for what happened at Tamara's. It shouldn't have and I'm sorry that it happened to you." She listened to him growl and watched as he grasped the top of the door, leaning his body weight against it, noticing for the first time just how tall he was and wondering what he was wearing under his t-shirt and then she promptly lost her train of thought. The sound of his voice brought her back "I'm sorry, I missed that -- what did you say?" He smiled, "I said, that as polite as your apology is, you have nothing to apologise for. Unless, you're some sort of shapeshifter, as I recall it wasn't you that hit me." She took a breath to apologise again but he held up his hand. "Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure that if you were my girl and I came home and found a half naked man in your hall cupboard, I'd have tried to kill me too." She barked out a surprised laugh and covered her mouth in embarrassment, "Oh God, and I'm sorry about that too -- I don't know what came over me ---- I've never done anything like that - I think I just panicked." He nodded once, "Yes, it seemed you did. Look, do you want to come in rather than loitering on my doorstep -- I've given the neighbours enough to talk about in the past couple of months -- Mrs Ramsbottom needs no fuel to add to her fire at the moment." He pushed himself off the front door and opened it wider welcoming her into his home. As Alanna looked past him into a wide lobby painted sage green, she inhaled the scent of pine needles and something else, and wondered just how wise an idea this was. She had made her apology and he had accepted it. So really, now, she should just say "no, I won't come in thank you very much", she should step back from the front door, turn on her heel and make her way home, ready to start afresh with Simon and at peace for having done the right thing. And yet, what was her body doing? Her feet were taking a step forward to the door which had opened further, her hand was taking her bag from her shoulder, and she was smiling and saying, "Sure, thanks." Traitor! Before she knew it, she was in the rather large and bright hallway inhaling his musky aftershave as she followed his beautifully broad back along to what she supposed to be the living room. She sniffed. Something didn't smell right -- in fact, something smelt burnt. "Do you want a coffee?" he asked over his shoulder. She nodded mutely as he put her to sit on the large cream sofa and made his way to the kitchen. She took a moment to look around the room which was decorated in a pale cream. Lavish was how she was going to describe it to Tamara who she knew would be desperate to hear about it as she hadn't made it that far during her visit. Heavy olive green silken curtains hung at the wide sash windows, facing into a large room. The large marble fireplace was the feature of the room surrounded by two large spotless cream sofas, and was peppered with empty photo frames. There was a large flat screen TV hanging over the fireplace and a writing desk with a chair was pushed up against the wall parallel to where she sat. Along the wall behind her stood a mahogany upright piano with two little stools which stood in front of it. On top of the piano stood a couple of photo frames. One was filled with a childlike drawing detailing "Daddy, Ava and me" and the other was of Ava and Sebastian grinning down at her surrounded by bubbles. It made Alanna smile. Getting up to take a closer look at the photo, Alanna looked down as her foot slid on something slippery. She looked down on the carpet and found a pile of photos which it seemed had previously inhabited the now empty frames. There were a pair of scissors on the top of the pile glinting in the sunlight, and Alanna began to wonder just what she had interrupted. His voice brought her back, "If you were wondering if I was about to cut up some photos - the answer is yes. I was about to cull all of the photos of my soon to be ex wife as long as there were no photos of my kids in there. Well, at least that is what I was going to do once I had finished feeling sorry for myself." She looked over to find him standing by the sofa holding two mugs of what seemed to be fresh steaming coffee. She closed her eyes inhaling the smell and wondered just how much better it could get; hot man, hot coffee -- she opened her eyes quickly berating her libido for its lasciviousness. Topsy Turvy Ch. 06 Trying to look like she had taken in what he had been saying, she nodded, not knowing how to respond. She watched him greedily as he sat on the sofa next to her, leaning forward to put the coffee mugs down on the mahogany coffee table in front of them. She raked her eyes over his back and bit her lip. He really was very well put together. He settled back on the sofa, taking up quite a bit of space and Alanna had to admit to herself if no one else that she was feeling, intimidated; no that wasn't the word, probably more crowded by his presence. She was also taken aback by just how much she liked it. Taking advantage of his closeness she inhaled his aftershave again with her eyes closed and winced when she heard, "Um Alanna, are you sniffing me?" Opening her eyes and realising that not only was she openly smelling him, but that she was leaning very close into his body space to do so, she recoiled, picked up her coffee and sipped it quickly failing to realise just how hot it actually was. She spit the coffee across the room and all over the one remaining photo of Veronica and Michael -- their wedding photo. Silence ensued. Alanna kept her face straight ahead watching the droplets of coffee slide down the shining silver frame and over Veronica's beautiful face which beamed at her from behind the glass. She closed her eyes and curled her toes within her boots wondering if she could get away with making a run for it. Only problem being, there was furniture everywhere in the room, and luck being what it was, she'd probably fall and make even more of a fool of herself. The silence continued so Alanna decided to brave it and opened one eye to check on Mike's reaction. His eyes seemed pinned to the now desecrated photograph, with the coffee drips which were now dripping from the table and down the table leg. Oh God, if those drops hit the cream carpet, I'm out of here, she thought to herself. She turned to him, "Mike, I'm so --" "It's fine." "No seriously, I'm so embarrassed, can I clean it, do you have a washcloth or something?" "I said, it's fine." His tone brooked no argument, but she couldn't help herself, She jumped up from the sofa, "No seriously, I would feel awful if I didn't -- where's the kitchen, through here?" "No! I mean, there's no need -- " Ignoring him, she made her way out of the room and headed for what looked like it could be the kitchen and which was confirmed when she set foot through the door and was hit by the smell of burning plastic. She looked over her shoulder to find a sheepish Michael close behind her scratching his head. Somehow, this put her at her ease. As the kitchen was her domain, she suddenly felt very comfortable. "What happened here?" she asked, smiling at him Mike bit his bottom lip between his teeth trying to decide if he should tell her. He figured that between Alanna seeing him drunk, and her locking him half naked in her cupboard, and then her boyfriend trying to beat him up, and him bleeding all over her best friend's floor - they were very close to being considered friends. He had shared more with her in the few weeks that they had known each other, than he had with his life long friends for the duration of their friendship. He looked at her properly, fascinated by the fact that she wasn't in four inch heels or a great deal of make up as his wife had been prone. He was entranced by the dimple in her left cheek as she smiled at him reassuringly. He ached to smooth her very short hair which had been mussed when she'd taken off her hat, because he had a feeling that this would annoy her. But he figured he'd be able to kiss away her annoyance. Kiss away her -! Where had that come from? He shook himself out of his stupor and fought to remember the question she had asked. Turning his attention back to her, he noticed she was frowning at him, "Huh?" "The burning?" "Eh? Oh yeah -- um I was a tad distracted and burnt the mother out of the pot. It was only the smell of burnt plastic that alerted me otherwise you might have found me being rescued by a fireman carrying me out of this place." She scoffed, "Carrying you? Blimey, he'd have to be a massive one." He looked at her wide eyed, "Did you just make a joke about my size? I didn't know you had it in you?" She laughed at him, "Ha! You have no idea of what I am capable of having in me." As soon as the words left her mouth, she realised just what she had said, and judging by the heated look in his eyes, he had heard, processed and was now visualising just what it was that she was capable of. There's something here -- between me and him, I can feel it. There's something and it's lovely but it's awful because my best friend wants to date him, my boyfriend wants to kill him and yet here I am laughing with him and what I want more than anything is for him just to take a step forward and -- She was knocked out of her thoughts as she noticed Mike drawing closer to her and closed her eyes as she felt his lips touch hers gently. ****** He kept his eyes open for the first few seconds worried that the violence that her boyfriend had displayed a few weeks earlier had rubbed off onto her and that he would be pinned against his kitchen counter with a knife through his hand or something. However, when Mike noticed that her eyes were closed and that her arms had slid up his chest to link around his neck, and that she was stroking the back of his neck gently, he relaxed and started to enjoy himself. He pulled her closer to him by her waist, and took the opportunity to stroke down her mussed hair which was as soft to the touch as he had expected. Pushing her gently against the counter, he took the time to kiss her thoroughly, exploring down to her neck and nipping her collarbone, making her gasp. He smiled against her skin delighted to have provoked a reaction out of her and made his way back to her lips again, answering her as she tugged him hurriedly towards her and vowed to kiss her until he had no breath left in his body. ****** Alanna only opened her eyes when she realised she wasn't being kissed anymore. She felt the warmth that had surrounded her leave and she stumbled when she realised just how badly she had behaved. She took a step back from him, backing into the counter, and touched her fingers to her lips trying to keep the memory of that lovely kiss. He was watching her warily wondering what her reaction would be. She laughed to herself. Poor thing, he probably thought she was going to hit him. She bit her lip as she realised that actually that was what she probably should be doing, and yet she didn't want to. She widened her eyes at him as the full reality of what they had just done became quite apparent to her. "Oh!" she gestured at him with trembling fingers, He held up his hands in defence, "Please don't freak out - I'm sorry, it was my fault entirely. However, I'm not going to apologise for it because it felt like the right thing to do." She took a breath, but he continued, "I'll completely understand if you need to tell Simon-" Her look of incredulity set him straight on that one. He raised his hands again, "Ok, ok. But whatever you want. We can forget this ever happened or -- " "Or what? Actually, forget that - I should go." These were her first words and the ones which she felt would steer her back into the normal path of reality. God, what had she been thinking? Bloody feet, she knew they had steered her in the wrong direction. Should have gone to the bloody French film! His voice interrupted her harried thoughts, "Please don't go. Not like this. Somehow it always seems that we are always running out on one another. Can't we just be normal, have a cup of coffee with one another, get to know one another without histrionics or any kind of nonsense?" Alanna turned to him to tell him that no this would not be possible, but once her eyes caught his, she just couldn't. Deep in her gut she had to admit to herself that she didn't want to leave. She wanted to sit with him and have some coffee and get to know him. She wanted to know what made him laugh and how he was handling his divorce. She wanted to know if he still loved his wife and if he had any room in his heart for love again and then maybe she wanted to get up the guts to sit on his lap and kiss him to kingdom come so she could try and make him feel the way he seemed to make her feel every time they ran into one another. That was what she wanted to do. And then once she realised what she wanted to do, she wanted to beat herself over the head with one of the cast iron pans hanging over his cooker. It seemed though, that despite her need for self flagellation, he could sense her acquiescence because when she dared to look at him again, he was holding out the chair to the kitchen table, asking her to sit. Which she did. ******* Looking over at the clock he wasn't really sure where three hours had gone. He didn't know when it had become dark and he really didn't understand why he had been sobbing on a sofa a mere few hours ago. His evening with Alanna had been great. She'd listened while he'd told her about the wreck that was his marriage, his fears about raising his children alone and his bewilderment at just how badly his marriage had failed. She'd laughed at the story of Greg and Tori getting together and had admonished him when he admitted that he hadn't faced or confronted his wife since she had left them. Sitting back in his chair and watching her getting up to load the dishwasher with their used cups and the plates which had housed the pizza they had shared, Mike thought to himself that he could get used to her being around. However, he quickly quelled that thought because he was aware that he presented a not particularly attractive prospect. To her he was probably a depressed, desperate single father on the rebound from his bitch of a wife and let's be honest, what woman would want that? To complicate matters further, she already had a boyfriend who hated him and who was well aware of his attraction to her. And lastly, he couldn't help but feel that his confidence had taken enough of a beating over the past few months, he wasn't about to risk his sanity again, nor was he ready to disrupt the kids again. And yet, as he got up from the table with the intention of helping her, he couldn't help taking the bowl from her hand gently and placing it on the counter. He cupped her face in his hands looking at her, this time asking her permission. Sensing no objection, he kissed her properly leaving all of his fears aside and threw himself into the moment. ********* Alanna had to face the very ugly facts. She had spent a great portion of her evening on a date, because frankly that's what it was, with the man that her best friend had every intention of dating. She was essentially cheating on her boyfriend who was a man who didn't trust her, and now it felt as though he had cause to. To add to the ridiculousness of the situation, she was desperately attracted to this man who had no cause to trust anyone and yet it seemed trusted her completely. And he was hot, which did not help in the slightest. And now, here she was, kissing up on him like a teenager at a party and she figured that of the two of them, one would have to be the responsible adult. She opened her eyes and pushed against his chest signalling to him they should stop. He pulled away from her mouth and looked down on her wondering at the interruption. When he noticed her taking shallow breaths, he smiled and started to bite on her earlobe giving her a bit of time. However, it seemed that this brought her back to reality. "Stop!" He stopped, startled by her loud shout. "Sorry, but I think I should go." She watched as his face dropped in sadness and felt her heart break a little. "I shouldn't be here. This shouldn't be happening, regardless of how lovely it is." This seemed to restore his spirits a little. "You could stay for a little while?" "I have to go. I don't know what I was thinking. What we were thinking!" She said this as she sat back at the table and was pulling her boots back onto her feet. She didn't even remember taking them off, such had been her comfort with him. "Where's my bag?" He shrugged, "Probably in the living room I suppose." She nodded decisively and made her way back to the room and felt him follow her. As she entered, her eyes caught sight of the offended wedding photo that was now stained with coffee. She bit her lip and made to apologise again. However, as she turned to him, she noticed that his gaze was focused solely on her. She wanted to say something to him, but she didn't know what. She wanted to make him feel better, but she didn't know how. This was not how she lived her life. Drama was for other people. She was straight down the line. She always tried to be honest and fair and to be good to those she loved. And while she felt something indescribable for Michael Collins, her responsibility was to her friend and to her boyfriend, both of whom didn't deserve any kind of betrayal in the slightest. Finding everything she needed, she nodded decisively, comfortable with the fact that she had made the right decision, regardless of how that decision impacted her, she looked up at him and said softly, "I really should go." He nodded saying nothing and left the room leading her to the front door. A knot formed in her stomach and started to tighten and she felt awful that she was having to say goodbye to him, but she was sure it was the right thing to do. He stopped just short of the front door and tugged on her coat buttons, pulling her closer to him, "I had a lovely evening, thanks for coming by." She looked down at her boots, she just knew that if she looked at him, she would weaken. He tugged on the buttons again, and this time she was brave enough to raise her head but kept her eyes closed, He smiled and whispered, "Coward." She could feel him getting closer to her, his aftershave enveloping her senses and just as she felt him pull on her hips to pull her within kissing distance, the doorbell rang. Her eyes snapped open and she stepped past him. See, it was a sign. She shouldn't be doing this. She looked up at him, "Saved by the bell! I really should go." She pulled open the door as she felt his hand on her waist pulling her back and both were greeted by the sight of Helena standing on his doorstep. She took in Alanna's guilty gasp and Mike's puzzled face and said coolly, "Hello, I seem to have disturbed something?" Topsy Turvy Ch. 07 Hello there I'm one of those guilty writers who lets months and months pass in between chapters. I have to apologise profusely for that, my life has turned into a soap opera of its own. Anywho, I hope that you enjoy this chapter. If this is your first venture into Topsy Turvy, it might be an idea to read from the beginning. Please do comment and vote and let me know your thoughts – chapter 8 is already partially written so I am hoping it won't take as long to post for next time. Many thanks to those who sent emails and comments – I love hearing from you. Hope you enjoy Elle x 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0oo Mike was the first to recover as he had no idea who Helena was. "Hello. Um, it seems to be my night for beautiful women on my doorstep!" Helena, whose gaze was fixed accusingly on Alanna's, whipped her honey coloured hair and flashed a beautiful smile at him. She stuck her hand out, "You probably don't remember me do you? We met at the nightclub?" Mike furrowed his brow. Huffing a sigh of annoyance, Alanna helped him remember, "You didn't 'meet' in the nightclub, you 'met' in the back of my car when you" she pointed at Mike, "were passed out after drinking too much while feeling sorry for yourself, and you" she pointed back at Helena, "were sobbing in embarrassment over the child you'd been kissing." Helena rolled her eyes while Mike grinned without a shred of embarrassment. Alanna huffed again. Remembering his manners, Mike smiled at Helena, "Well, now that we've been introduced, what can I do for you?" Alanna looked from Mike to Helena wondering exactly the same thing and at the same time, dreading her friend's response. Helena smiled up at him and leaned against the door frame causing Alanna to take a step back into the hallway and right into Mike. She felt his hands on her hips to steady her, which in turn caused her to jump. Righting herself quickly and admonishing herself for the tickle of delight that he had caused her, she channelled her attention to Helena, who was saying, "Well, Tamara mentioned that you were going through a divorce, and I have been through the same thing. I know how difficult it can be and thought you might like to talk. I was in the area so thought I'd chance it and see if you were in, but," she flicked her eyes to her friend who was biting her lip guiltily, "I see you have company" Alanna fought the urge to stick her tongue out at Helena. God, just how had this happened? All she had wanted to do was make an apology and then move on with her life. That was all. Now look at the mess she was in. Mike furrowed his brow and shook his head in exasperation, "Jesus, is there anyone she hasn't told? And how did you even get my address – or should I not ask?" He failed to receive an answer as Helena had locked gazes with Alanna in a silent conversation that only the two women could hear and understand. The three of them stood in the doorway in what Mike felt was quite an awkward silence. Feeling the undercurrent of something but not quite sure what it was, Mike was grateful to be saved by the sound of the telephone ringing. He said to no one in particular, "Um, I should get that, it might be the kids. Do you ladies want to come in make yourselves comfortable in the living room – it's a little cold outside." He was answered with unified, "No!" Raising his hands in surrender, Michael backed away from the skirmish at the front door. As he made his way up the stairs, he shook his head at the madness of women. However, his concern soon turned to the kids and the chaos they were probably causing with their mother. ******* Watching him make his way up the stairs, both women ensured Mike was out of sight before speaking to one another. "What are you doing here?" Helena hissed at Alanna, tightening the belt on her coat, "You said you didn't want him." "I don't want him!" Alanna snapped, "I simply came here to apologise – you know so that me and Simon could get things better again." Helena laughed at her friend, with very little humour, "Oh please, pull the other one. Look at you. You haven't looked so turned on since Trevor Michelson invited you to the school dance in 1994 and kissed you on the dance floor for the whole of "End of the Road'" Alanna harrumphed while patting her cheeks which were heating up beyond belief, and rallied with, "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that is not the case now. I am not fourteen years old and Boyz II Men no longer bring out that reaction in me. More to the point, how did you get his address anyway?" Helena had the decency to look sheepish, tightening her belt again. "I stole it out of Tamara's blackberry." "Helena!" "Yes, I know – but seriously look at him. He's like prime rib slathered in bbq sauce ready for licking and sucking – and you said that you didn't want him." Alanna frowned at the analogy while storing that picture in her mind for later and then shaking her head to restore her to the land of normality, she narrowed her eyes at her friend, "You don't know what you're talking about – you've never eaten ribs in your life." "I know, but I was trying to describe him in a way you'd understand!" Their eyes held and they both started laughing. Helena leaned forward and hugged her friend, "Seriously, why didn't you say you wanted him?" "I don't!" "You definitely do!" Alanna shook her head avoiding her friend's stare and continued to shake her head through Helena's words, "Why can't you just face what everyone else knows? There is something between you and the bronco. I can feel it just from standing here with the two of you." Helena tightened her belt yet again and it was the final straw for Alanna, "There is nothing between me and the bronco – as you like to call him. And for the love of God will you stop tightening your belt – what's wrong with you? "There's nothing wrong with me, I just think you should have a think about it – and on that note, I'm going to leave because I'm freezing." "Ok, I think I'll leave with – wait a second, why are you freezing?" "It's cold." "Yeah it's cold, but it's not that cold, you would only be cold if you were wearing nothing under that – " Alanna stopped and widened her eyes at her friend, "You little hussy," she whispered, eyes wide. Helena backed away from the doorstep realising she'd been rumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about," she feigned, looking everywhere but at the friend who knew her almost better than anyone. "Come here Hels." Helena shook her head and Alanna checked over her shoulder to ensure that Mike was still upstairs – no sign. Alanna made her way down the step and said, "If you don't come to me now, I'm coming to you, and we both know that the alternative is a much much worse scenario don't we?" Helena ran to her friend, "ok, ok ok and would you just shush?" "I'm right aren't I?" Helena swore under her breath and undid her raincoat, "Fine!" Alanna didn't know whether she should laugh or cry. Her friend was kitted out in the most delicate lace teddy, salmon coloured with transparent lace panels which showed off her honey toned skin. Her large breasts were barely covered by the balconette bra which she wore, and her stockings were held up by a lace garter belt. Alanna's heart sank – she looked beautiful. God she felt sick at the idea of Michael even looking at her like that. Rousing herself out of her mini depression, she tuned back into what Helena was saying, "And I was going to do my best Marilyn Monroe impression, which has never failed – well hasn't failed since shithead decided he didn't want to be married anymore - but I can't because I wasn't counting on the sparks that come off the two of you, hence the reason for my being cold. Can I close my coat now?" Alanna nodded distractedly whilst feeling the overwhelming urge to stamp her feet. She was in a quandary. She had the option of doing the right thing or the wrong thing. In her heart, she knew that the right thing to do would be to say to Helena that the field was absolutely free for her to do what she wanted with Mike; that they were both free agents and therefore she didn't need her permission for anything. That was the right thing to do. But, Alanna couldn't help but notice that the more she thought about it, the more comfortable she was with the idea of Helena and her beauty being far far away from Mike. That was not right. And she had to rectify it. Deciding she was going to do what was best for all concerned, she turned to her friend, "Hels, I wish you would listen to me. I've told you there's nothing there. And for the purpose of this conversation, I'm going to say it again, Mike's a nice enough man – if you like that sort of thing, but I have Simon. Simon and I are happy. I'm just closing a silly little blip so that I can start again – with Simon. Come on Hels, what would I do with a damaged divorcé with two kids? It's hard enough looking after myself why would I want to saddle myself with – why are you shaking your head like that – Oh no." Alanna knew that she didn't even need to look over her shoulder to know that Mike had finished his phone call and had ventured back down the stairs. She closed her eyes and heaved a deep breath. Opening one eye she leaned forward and whispered to an aghast Helena, "He heard me didn't he?" "Every word" Helena whispered back. Feeling her heart plunge into her stomach and losing what little courage she had left, Alanna called a hasty goodbye, pushed her way past her friend and made her way into the night, jamming her hat heavily on her head and muttering about Gods playing tricks and bloody bbq sauce. ******** As Michael watched Alanna depart hastily in a flourish of red, he wondered if at some point in his life someone had nipped into his room while he had been sleeping, had inscribed "MUG" in indelible invisible ink and hadn't told him. His feelings were hurt, there, he admitted it. He had thought that he and Alanna had had a lovely evening, had shared something special and were kind of on the same page, but apparently not. Apparently, while he had been having a lovely evening; she had been closing the door on the little "blip" that had been blotting the perfect landscape that was Alanna and Simon. He had watched her embarrassment at being caught and then he had watched her leave the house without even looking back. Mike wondered if he would ever get used to being left by beautiful women. Wondering if he still had that bottle of Scotch that he had been saving for a celebratory occasion, he made his way down to the hallway and was surprised by the little hand which stopped his arm. Turning back, he was surprised to find Helena still there, smiling up at him hopefully and he furrowed his brow to remember what she was even doing there. Realising that she had lost her quarry, Helena patted his arm twice and said, "I'll leave my number here for you, just in case you do want to talk – or anything." Mike nodded distractedly, wondering once again why this woman was in his house, and then made his way to the kitchen to drown his sorrows. It was Friday night; he could make another mix tape probably, this time the theme could be falling for the same trick over and over again. ****** Six weeks later "So what do you want to do then? You don't want to go out, you don't want to stay in, you don't want to watch TV and the music irritates your ears." "Actually, it's your voice that irritates my ears" Alanna wasn't sure if she'd said that out loud. She wanted to but just didn't have the guts. Drawing on her best acting skills, she managed to convince Simon that it was the music that was the problem. Noting his nod of reassurance, she turned back to smoothing the frosting on the cake. "If I were an honest human being," she thought to herself, "I would say that what I really want is for him to go home so that I could wallow in my misery and try and get the courage to ring Mike and apologise – again - and to see if anything could be salvaged." But I'm not an honest human being, I'm a cowardly girl who has avoided having sex with her boyfriend since that lovely night with Michael and yet I don't have the guts yet to finish things definitively with Simon. She watched as Simon left kitchen and made his way back to the living room, flinging himself on her sofa, and winced as she realised he still had his shoes on. Alanna felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise and wondered what kind of damage she could do him with the knife she was using to cut the cake. And then she had to remind herself that she was actually doing penance because she was trying to get forgiveness, unbeknownst to Simon, for her behaviour with Michael a few weeks earlier. But nothing seemed to work. She had tried to channel her inner housewife and been the best girlfriend known to man. But all she had been able to think of was Michael and his botched pasta. She had tried seduction 101 but each time she closed her eyes, she pictured Michael pushing her against the kitchen counter and their kisses going much much further. She had tried distracting herself with his pastimes – watching his favourite sports and helping him to fix his car but because she had found these exceptionally boring, she found that her mind turned to Michael all the time. She wondered what he was doing, if his children were ok, she wondered if she had hurt him by her words and wondered if there was any room for forgiveness. She wondered if there would ever be a time when she wouldn't have to be asking for forgiveness from him and if ever there would be a time again when he smiled at her and made her feel like she was the only person in the universe. She looked at Simon, comfortable on the sofa. He really was everything she wanted – or everything she should have wanted but actually in trying to save him and make him feel better about his life, she had forsaken hers and therefore lost the real sense of who she was. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair on him, and it wasn't fair on her, and she knew now that even if nothing ever happened between her and Michael (she was certain she had burnt all bridges on that one), at least she would have the clear conscience to know that she had done the right thing by Simon. Looking down, she saw that she had cut her upside down cake into shreds. Salvaging a piece, she slid it onto the tea plate with a fork and made her way to the living room where he lay. Tapping his feet to allow her some space to sit down, she offered the cake to him wordlessly. He looked from the cake to her and back to the cake again. He took a breath to speak, but she held her hand up, it was now or never. "This isn't working." He furrowed his brow, "What's not working?" He looked at the TV and shook the remote control in his hand noting that it still seemed to be blaring, Alanna could feel her stomach start to churn. Have to soldier on, she coached herself, "You and me – we're not working. I think maybe we need to spend some – " She stopped talking as she watched him take a deep breath and then was horrified as he started to sob. Through his tears she could hear, "I knew this was going to happen. I knew you were going to leave me." "But Simon, can't you see – " "See what? I love you. I know I haven't said it before, and I know that I can be a little possessive and silly sometimes but you have to understand it's only because I love you so much." Alanna was horrified, she had wanted to hear him say these words for so long and now that he was saying what she wanted, all she could think was that she just wanted him to shut up. However, he continued, "Look, how about this. If I do some work on myself and try and get over whatever it is that you dislike about me, and then we can start again." She stared at him trying to find the words and wishing she wouldn't fall back on a cliché – but she did. "Simon, it's not you – it's me." He rolled his eyes and slammed the plate onto the coffee table, cracking the glass. Alanna winced. "It's him isn't it? It's that pussy from your flat." She shook her head, "It isn't anyone. This – "she gestured between the two of them, "This just isn't working." Glad that it wasn't someone else, he dropped to his knees and leaned forward to grab her hands, "Please just think about it. Please just take some time. If I leave you alone to think things through, just think about it and then let me know. Don't throw this away now. Please?" Although Alanna's gut was telling her to take the out and just deliver the final blow, her conscience just couldn't. "Ok," she whispered. "Give me a couple of weeks to think things through." Simon nodded and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He stood up and put on a smile, "I'm going to go – give you some space" she nodded, unable to look at him, completely ashamed of her cowardice. "I'll speak to you soon then?" She nodded again and kept her head down until she heard the front door slam. Heaving a great sigh, she closed her eyes and then groaned. *************** He had the hang of it now, this shopping lark. This shopping lark which previously had been the bane of his existence because the kids were well aware that it scared the living shit out of him was now his bitch. Now he was the alpha male in the household and was no longer a prisoner of the tantrums and manipulations of a six year old and a three year old. He had to say it, he was feeling pretty smug. He saw the adoring looks he received from the ladies in the supermarket as he pushed Sebastian in his trolley, who was cute as a button, listening to Dora the Explorer count to him in Spanish, and Mike heard the sighs of delight at his beautiful little girl who was currently passing the beans to him so that he could put them in the trolley. Yep, feeling pretty good. It was progress. He wasn't crying all the time anymore, and he even managed to sleep a full night without rolling over looking for Roni's warmth. He had negotiated with work renewed working hours so that he could spend enough time looking after the kids; the divorce was going through slowly but surely. Sure, he still wanted to punch the living daylights out of Luke Harris for breaking up his family, but he had now come to terms with the fact that it took two to tango and all that jazz. And the ultimate fact that Roni, the mother of his children was a selfish so and so. The only problem was that when he wasn't celebrating the fact that Sebastian had eaten his peas, or that Ava hadn't told the dog to fuck off (Uncle Greg needed to mind his language), he was wondering what Alanna was doing. Or he was remembering how lovely her hair smelt and the feel of her against him and then it would lead him to wonder if she was happy with Simon, and what did Simon have that he didn't – well apart from a broken marriage, two kids, a mausoleum of a house and a lousy left hook. This would lead him right back into his depression. And it was this train of thought which had distracted him from the fact that Ava was no longer musing on which brand of olive oil they should get due to which bottle was prettier and the fact that she was no longer anywhere near. Mike called for her over his shoulder, wondering why she had fallen silent. He felt the panic grip his heart as he looked over his left and right shoulders, and then inexplicably in the actual shopping trolley which made Sebastian laugh. "It's not funny mate, I've lost your sister." This made Sebastian laugh even harder and positively beam at the idea of being an only child – he wouldn't have to share the TV time anymore. However, it had the opposite effect on his father who could feel the cold hand of panic clutch his heart a little tighter. Where was she? Pushing the trolley to the end of the aisle, he prayed for divine intervention to show him just where his little angel was. Shit! he couldn't even remember what she was wearing. He felt his throat close and felt the tears start to fill his eyes until he heard, Topsy Turvy Ch. 07 "Hi Daddy, come and meet my new friend," Mike was so relieved to see his daughter standing in front of him that he didn't even take the time to notice that she was holding someone's hand. He knelt down in front of his daughter and hugged her tightly and then thought back to all of those nannying books he had read – authoritative voice, no shouting, make the child understand what they had done wrong, "What the f-!" He took a deep breath to try and cool down, "Ava, you can't just run off like that – you have to tell Daddy if you want to go somewhere or see something. Imagine I had lost you – what would I have done?" Ava looked her father square in the eye. He could see her evaluating just how much trouble she was actually in, and was looking at all of her options. She got that from her mother. Realising that her father was genuinely scared, Ava went with contrite and started to cry. Happy to have his daughter back, Mike cuddled her gently and gave her kiss to comfort her and then got up to check that Sebastian was still where he should be. Noting Seb's disappointment at his sister's return, and that all seemed to be normal in the world again, Mike looked up to thank his daughter's saviour. However, his smile died slowly as he focussed on her face, "Hi." Alanna's greeting was meek to say the least. "I think she recognised me from the party – I didn't get the chance to speak to her but I think she wanted to come and say hi – she's so friendly. And is that Seb in the trolley – he's very cute. What's he watching? What's he watching Ava?" Mike frowned and took a breath to answer but was interrupted by, "What time is it, gosh is it that late – I really should be going. It was very nice to meet you Ava and very nice to see you again Mike. Hope you're all well. Take care." And with that she turned on her heel and made her way out of the supermarket without Mike even managing to open his mouth. Watching her leave, he tilted his head to the side and pondered. Was he really that much of a glutton for punishment? Wasn't it enough that he had been deluged with water, beaten up, and rejected either by or because of this woman? Hadn't he learnt from the debacle that was his marriage? Surely the best and most sensible thing to do would be to consider it great that she had found his daughter, and he had thanked her, and maybe he should just thank his lucky stars that he had got away safely? ***** Mike could feel his feet moving before his brain engaged into what he was actually doing. He followed Alanna wondering just how it was that she could move so fast in those stupid boots that looked like slippers. Not wanting to alarm her, he picked up his pace and touched her gently on the shoulder, smiling sheepishly at her gasp at his touch. "Hey." She frowned at him and then looked past him to laugh at the sight of Ava who was hanging on to her father's hand panting, and Sebastian who was laughing at his sister. Keeping her eyes on the children, she muttered a hello in response to Mike's greeting. "Um, look I didn't manage to thank you for finding Ava –" "Well I didn't really find her, she found me!" Alanna had been intent on not taking any credit for what had just happened, but she found that when she managed to have the courage to actually look at Mike, and found that he was staring back just as admirably, she puffed her chest out a little like a pigeon. "Although, I can imagine that it would be scary to have lost her, I'm glad I could have helped in any way." Mike nodded decisively, "Well look, I, we would like to thank you for crisis averted so would you like to join us for dinner tonight?" Alanna bit her lip, wondering if this was a good idea – wasn't the saying third time is a charm? Well she was almost free of Simon now, and Mike looked to be flourishing because he couldn't have been more beautiful if he tried, so maybe this was fate's way of telling her that now was the time to try. And if he wanted to kiss her again, she wouldn't be averse to the idea. Alanna smiled brightly back at him, happy to have made the decision and nodded, "I'd love to join you, where are we going?" Mike smiled happily, "Oh that's great, Helena will be delighted, she's cooking dinner back at my place." Alanna's heart dropped. The walk from the supermarket to the car park was long and interminable. Alanna thought of every excuse possible to try and get herself out of joining the love birds for dinner. She had found it strange that Helena hadn't been in touch since the event at Michael's house, and she had assumed that maybe she had gone to find new quarry. Alanna had to examine her feelings and realised that the cold and angry feeling that was working its way through her body wasn't the air of superiority at having done the right thing and therefore enabling two single people to find each other. Nope, this feeling was cold hard jealousy. And while she was more than well aware that she had reassured her friend that she didn't want any such thing from Michael, and that it was fine for her to go for it, actually the truth of the matter was that she wanted her beautiful friend miles away from him; when actually, it would seem that her beautiful friend had been all over him, so much so that he was comfortable leaving her in his house. Too late, she was too late. Again. ****** Unaware of Alanna's ruminations, Mike was just delighted to be seeing her again. Having decided to take the bull by the horns and try and date Helena, they had had a dinner which had seen them commiserate with each othernon the demise of their respective marriages over four bottles of wine and a tray of hash cakes which had prompted hallucinations and hilarity, Helena had become his divorce bonding partner. He had made it very clear to her that if he was going to have one of the La Las; the only one he wanted was Alanna. She had sobbed wondering if there was something wrong with her physically and he had put her in touch with his hound of a brother who had taken her out and made sure she was aware that she was fully functional and sexually attractive in every way. Once she had dusted off those cobwebs and her self-esteem was back where it belonged, Helena had made it her mission to see Mike happy, and with who better than her lovely Alanna. Alanna prepared for all eventualities as Mike drove the car through the town and out into the picturesque suburbs where he and the children lived. Ok, she pondered, how bad could this be? They can't have been seeing each other for that long but having said that he's left her in his house. She cast a glance out of the corner of her eye at him and he smiled back winningly at her, she gave him a tight lipped smile and went back to her panicked thoughts from which she heard, "Yippee! We're home!" Alanna felt her stomach drop as they pulled into the driveway and Mike cut the engine. He huffed a breath and smiled over at Alanna. "You ready?" "Not fucking likely" she muttered "Huh?" She smiled brightly at him, "Nothing – yep, ready!" Unharnessing the kids and waiting for Mike to unload the shopping, Alanna gave herself a stern talking to "Enough of this nonsense, you had your chance remember? You said you didn't want him and that Helena was welcome to him so whatever happens from here; remember all of those manners that Aunty Enid drummed into you every Sunday." Alanna took a deep breath and followed Mike into the dragons den. "Yay, you're back – did you remember the parmesan?" God this was even worse that she had anticipated. Alanna watched as the children ran to Helena full of kisses and exclamations. She said nothing as she watched Mike dump the shopping bags on the counter and leaned in to kiss Helena on the cheek. "Hey chicken, look who I found in the supermarket." Helena looked up form kneading what looked to be dough and smiled delightedly as she saw Alanna. Alanna tried her hardest to smile, but seeing her friend so happy, with the man she wanted so desperately simply broke her heart. She smiled tremulously at her friend and winced as she felt one tear escape down her cheek. Mike started to make his way across to Alanna but was stopped by Helena who gestured for him to take the children out of the room and to close the door. Once they were alone, Alanna started to talk through her tears, well she tried. "I'm so sorry, this is ridiculous. I think my period is due – just ignore me." Helena clucked at her and wrapped her up in her arms for a cuddle. "I told you you wanted him" "I know!" she wailed – "God, this is so embarrassing. How's it going anyway?" Helena frowned, "How's what going?" She furrowed her brow trying to understand before realising why in particular her friend was upset. "Oh lovely, No! You've got it all wrong, we're not – well don't get me wrong, I gave it a good old try but he was having none of it. Eyes only for you. I did alright though, I'm having a good old time with his brother." Alanna sniffled, "What?" "Yeah, I know. It's a long and embarrassing story, but suffice to say I'm over my shit of an ex-husband and am happily riding a new bronco! So tell me what's been going on with you?" Alanna proceeded to tell Helena about finishing with Simon and realising that she wanted to give it a try with Mike. What it was she wanted she wasn't sure as yet but one thing she knew what that she absolutely wanted to lick him from head to toe for starters and then anything after that would just be a treat. Helena knowing her friend pretty well, interrupted her increasingly lewd thoughts, "Ha ha! Maybe you should just talk to Mike – I can take the kids with me to their uncle's and then that will give you both the space to talk." Before Alanna could voice a response, Helena had already called, "Mike" and was turning off the hob where the dinner had been cooking. Mike entered with Sebastian on his shoulders and Ava upside down and gripped by her ankle. "Yeah?" I'm taking the kids to Damon's. In his surprise he almost dropped Ava and turned stricken to Alanna, "Are you leaving already?" He turned to Helena, "What did you say to her, she's only been here for five minutes?" Helena smiled sweetly at him and knocked him over the head. "No, idiot – I'm leaving with the kids, and Alanna is going to stay here while you give her some dinner." Mike turned rapidly to Alanna hopefully and Alanna nodded shyly. Not taking his eyes from her, he said to the kids, "Right go get your bags kiddywinks – you've got five minutes – Uncle Damon will take you to Gianni's for ice cream" Mike had barely finished his sentence before he was drowned by excited screaming and the pitter patter of feet as they ran to pick up their stuff, Mike grinned sheepishly at Alanna who was now biting her lip in nervousness. "You ok to wait here for a sec? You won't go?" She nodded, still panicking inside and wondering if it was a good idea to even be contemplating this. Mike nodded encouragingly and ran after the kids to ensure they were prepared for their unexpected adventure. Alanna ran her hands through her short hair mussing it. Her stomach was at war with her emotions. She wanted to be here; she wanted to spend her time with him but was this the right thing to do? The path was kind of clear now that she and Simon were on a break, and she knew not only was nothing going on with Helena, but that also he wanted her (whatever that meant) still. Alanna's heart pounded while her stomach churned. She heard the pitter patter of little elephantine feet as they flew down the stairs and what she assumed was out of the front door. Then she heard Helena's voice call, "See ya La La, have a good night!" prompting further churning and butterflies. She heard the door slam and then silence. Alanna bit her lip again. ************** As Michael closed the front door, his heart lifted at the sight of his kids delighted. He pushed the door closed and lay his head against it feeling the cool of the glass against his brow which did little to soothe his nerves or the way his body was heating up at the thought of Alanna waiting for him in the kitchen, He swallowed heavily and opened his eyes promising himself that this would be the last time he let her do this to him. That, if for whatever reason they managed to cock up this gift of an evening, then he would let the idea of Alanna go because frankly his self-esteem probably couldn't take much more. He huffed another deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart as he thought about running his hands through her short hair and pulling her lip from between her teeth by licking it gently with his tongue and then he realised he was moving towards the kitchen, his fingers itching to touch her. He pushed through the door into the kitchen, a smile on his face which dropped as he could no longer see her in the room, "For fuck's sake!" He stormed over to the sink which overlooked the garden only to find Alanna out there in the dark deep in thought. Heaving a great sigh of relief he put a coat on and quietly made his way into the garden. Alanna decided she liked it out here; the garden was big and in the dark was lit only by a row of citronella lanterns which circled the little pond. She was sat on a bench facing away from the house, her head turned up to the sky calling on the stars to help her nerves and to reassure her that this was ok. It seemed she received her answer when she felt a fingertip trace the whorl of her ear. It tickled and made her giggle. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him and was once again entranced. They gazed at one another, each drinking the other in, "I thought you'd left." She bit her lip and shook her head wordlessly. He took that as encouragement, "So you're going to spend the evening here with me? No pressure!" Five minutes before, Alanna would have said she didn't know the answer to that question, but now, being with him, his fingers now stroking down her neck and up across her jawline, she decided to be brave. "Yes please." The reward of his delighted smile was more than enough for her and as he took her in his arms under the stars, everything else was just a bonus.