0 comments/ 48712 views/ 7 favorites Coffee with the Other Sister-in-Law By: quinn rogan It had been a very long flight to Johannesburg, but Alice had been very excited to see them all – Kate, Lucas and their two small children – waiting expectantly at the airport. The reunion had been joyful, especially between Kate and Alice, as Kate had always been Alice's favourite sister. Not only was she much closer in age to Alice than their eldest sister, Debbie, was, but she was less strait-laced than Debbie, and, despite the ten-year age gap between them, Kate and Alice had been sharing cosy female chats for six or seven years, now. Not that there was any chance of that on their first evening, which was all 'family' until, suddenly, the long flight caught up with Alice and she collapsed in bed – out for the count for twelve hours. When she awoke, at last, the sun was high in the sky, and Alice felt totally refreshed. She slid out of bed and padded through to the living-room, where Kate was stretched out on a lounger, wearing blouse and shorts, leafing through a magazine. She was holding a long-stemmed glass of something cool and fizzy. "Wow!" she exclaimed, looking up at Alice. "Good job my faithful husband isn't around!" Alice looked down at herself. She was wearing a short pale yellow nightdress, with matching panties. "Why?" she asked, in puzzlement. "I'm decent, aren't I?" "Well," laughed her sister "if we discount the outline of two rather hard, dark nipples, and the shadow of your bush, and the long legs going right up to your far too shapely arse – Christ, Alice, when did you suddenly become so absolutely fuckable?" Alice blushed, but only a little. One of the things she loved about Kate was her direct speech – such a change from her parents, who, she knew, had sex much more often than they spoke about it, at least in front of her ...... "Oh, am I?" she asked, with a shy smile. "I must admit – I do get a bit of male attention, from time to time!" "Yes!" riposted Kate. "And you'll bloody get it here, too – not least from 'nooky' Lukey!" "Oh, Kate!" Alice laughed. "What a thing to call him!" "Well – if the cap fits ......" Kate said, continuing to look her sister up and down, with admiration. "God, Alice, you are a bit of a stunner, though. Have you fucked anybody yet?" Even though she was no stranger to her sister's direct approach, the blunt question caught Alice a little off guard. "Whoa!" she laughed. "What does a girl have to do to get a cup of coffee round here?" "Again – it's a good job Luke isn't here, or you might find out!" chuckled Kate, getting up and going into the kitchen, to turn on the percolator. Alice sank onto a settee, pulling her long legs up under her shapely bottom. "I hope you haven't let any of these village yobs into your knickers – like I did!" came Kate's voice, from the kitchen. "Oh, Kate!" protested Alice. "Roy's not so bad. I know his father's a bit – well, beyond the pale – but Roy's doing well at Grey Gables, and ......" "Yes, but he's hardly 'our type', as Dad would say – and he's right!" replied Kate, thoughtfully, as she returned. "Anyway, I don't mean – just Roy. I know most of them have left the village now, but there was one afternoon, up at the stables – well, there must have been four or five of them – stable-lads and so on" "Oh!" exclaimed Alice, her interest very rapidly aroused. "What happened?" "Quite a bit!" came the laughing reply. "It was lucky I was 'on the pill' – thanks to Roy!" "It was while you and he were 'together', then?" queried Alice, mildly shocked – but only mildly, given what she knew of Kate's 'wayward' ways, in her youth. "Well – I was shagging him," Kate shrugged dismissively, "but I was getting fed-up with him. He was so fucking serious – and possessive. The stable-lads were – refreshing – they just fancied me! You know? No 'love' crap – all they wanted was to fuck me!" Alice stared at her, wide-eyed. "So what – what happened – that afternoon?" she asked. This little episode was complete news to her, and she realised there was still quite a lot about Kate she didn't know – yet. "Well," replied her sister, with a reminiscent chuckle, "I was mucking out one of the stalls when they came back from lunch – it must have been a pretty liquid one, down at the Cat and Fiddle – because they were staggering about a bit and, when they saw me in my jodhpurs, they started making comments about my bum, and then my tits. Then one of them asked me to let them have a look at my tits, and I told him to piss off. But I could see they were getting a bit pushy so I thought I'd better clear off, myself, before things got tricky. So I started to finish up in the stall, but – well, then they all chipped in, asking for a look at my tits, and things." "What did you do?" asked Alice, breathlessly, her eyes wide and bright with interest. "I suppose I thought I could joke my way out of it," said Kate. "It wasn't the first time one or other of them had tried to chat me up, but it never came to anything – mainly because of the 'class' thing, and, of course, they all knew about Roy and me ...... and, well, we back-chatted to and fro a little, and I drank a can of their cider, just to be friendly. But, they wouldn't let me leave the stall until I showed them my tits, so I eventually agreed to take off my shirt and let them see me in my bra." "How many boys were there?" Alice had to know, her heart thumping as she imagined what it must have been like. "Five," Kate responded – "but two of them weren't really boys – they were both over 20, and one of them was married with at least one child, if not two. He was probably nearer 30, and, actually, he was the one who kept pushing it – I could have handled the others." "And did you have to take your shirt off?" "Well, I didn't 'have to', but – yes, I did. I wanted to just hold it open and let them look, but the married prat insisted I take it right off and I didn't see that it made much difference – so I pulled it off and held it while they all looked at me." "And were they happy with that?" "For a while." Kate laughed, ruefully. "But of course it didn't last – I can't believe I thought I was going to get away with just that. They looked, and made – comments – and they gave me another can of cider. And then – of course – the oldest one said my bra didn't let them see enough!" "What was it like?" asked her young sister. Kate snorted, derisively. "Like that mattered? It was a fucking bra! They were always going to want to see my tits – bare – I was a complete fool to think they'd settle for anything less!" "So – what did you do?" Alice was becoming more and more excited. "What could I do? There were five of them and one of me, and I couldn't get past them to get out! Oh, I argued the toss, but I could see I was on a loser, so, after a while, I agreed to take my bra off, and let them all have a good look, on condition they let me go home. But the two older guys said they had to get a feel, too, or they'd never let me out of there, so, eventually, after another bloody long argument, I agreed." "You agreed to two of them – feeling your breasts – in front of the others?" breathed Alice, incredulously. Kate nodded, and shrugged her shoulders. "I asked for another can of cider and, when I had had a drink out of it, I turned my back on them and undid my bra. I dropped it on the ground, with my shirt, then turned round. I left my hands down, so they could all see my breasts. Actually, I was feeling quite excited, myself. I hadn't ever showed my tits to that many men at once, and their reactions were – well, quite flattering. Although I say it myself, my tits were pretty nice, then, before I had the kids – and they all seemed to like what they saw." "But what about – the – touching?" asked Alice. Kate sighed, with another little shrug of resignation. "Well, that was when it kind of – all fell apart," she said. "The married bloke – the prat – I can't remember his name – said he had to have first go and he just walked up to me and grabbed my tits and squeezed them. Honestly, he hadn't a bloody clue – God help his wife! Then, at last, he let go and the other older one – his name was Mike – he came over and stood behind me and slid his hands over my tits, from behind, gently, with his fingertips teasing my nipples." "Then, he dipped his head, and started kissing my neck, softly, and he took hold of my nipples and rolled them between his index finger and thumb. I don't know about you, Ali, but that always flicks my switch and – well, what with all the other guys watching, as well, I started to get really turned on. Then one of the others got one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue ......" Kate's voice trailed away. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. "What happened then?" After a long silence, Alice dared to speak. "Oh, what do you think?" Kate whispered. "They all clustered round, touching me – they laid me down on a blanket and pulled my boots and joddies off ......" "Did they ...... all ......?" "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I think the first one just pulled my panties to the side and thrust it up me – I don't even know which one it was – but then the next one pulled my panties right off and held my legs apart as he pushed his cock into me. Not that he needed to – I'd have opened them as wide as he wanted! – but I think it gave him a thrill to think – you know – that he was raping me – Kate Aldridge, from Home Farm – snooty little tart. Not that I cared – I just wanted them to keep doing it – to keep sticking their hard cocks up me until they came and came inside me. Roy Tucker had been the only one for nearly a year, and he was starting to bore me with all that 'love' bollocks! That's what I was saying, earlier – these guys – they just wanted to give me a good fucking, and it turned out that was just what I wanted, too!" Kate blew her cheeks and shook her head as if to clear the memory, then grinned over at her sister. "Right!" she said. "Coffee must be ready, now!" Alice watched her as she disappeared into the kitchen. At the time of this incident, Kate, she thought, would have been around the same age as she, Alice, was, now. Alice was confused. She had no idea how she would have dealt with the situation. She was no virgin – a ski instructor at Innsbruck had had the pleasure of initiating her, last winter, but Alice had fended him off until quite late in her holiday, with the result that there had only been two 'repeat performances' before her flight home, and nobody in Ambridge or surrounding district had measured up to Klaus, since. What she was forced to acknowledge was that the thought of what had happened in the stables that afternoon left her both dry-mouthed and moist between the thighs. Kate returned, coffee on a tray. "Well," said Alice, anxious not to change the subject, "that was some story! Was it true? All five of them?" "'Fraid so!" countered Kate, jauntily. "And Roy never suspected a thing." "Well!" repeated Alice. "Well, I never!" "Careful," warned Kate. "That sounded just like Mum!" "Oh," laughed Alice. "That would never do! Sounding like Debbie's bad enough! She must have inherited the strait-laced gene from Mum." Kate looked at her, thoughtfully, one eyebrow slightly raised, at the suggestion that their older sister, Debbie, was unfailingly strait-laced. "What?" exclaimed Alice. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't tell me Debbie took on all comers up at the stables, too!" Kate laughed, but remained silent. Alice, rabid with curiosity now, persisted – "Is there something I don't know – about Debbie?" "Hmmm," responded Kate, at last. "Yes – I think it's fair to say you don't know all there is to know about our big sis! The question is – are you ready to be told?" "Ready!" protested Alice. "How ready do I have to be? I'm 20, for God's sake!" "Yes, OK," agreed her sister. "But – don't you think you should go and shower and get dressed first – or else my husband is going to find you dressed – or undressed! – like that, and who knows what might happen!" Uncurling her long legs, Alice laughed, and set off for her shower, quivering with excited anticipation at the thought of what Kate was about to reveal about the 'saintly' Debbie. ...................................................................................................................................... An hour later, having both had brunch, the two girls were on the balcony of the apartment, sharing a bottle of Chablis. Alice was wearing a simple orange dress, knee-length, which buttoned all the way up the front, and Kate was similarly clad, in lime-green. "Now," said Alice. "Come on – dish me the dirt on Debbie. Is something going on in Hungary?" "Oh, no," denied Kate. "Nothing like that! Well, maybe there is, but, if there is, I don't know about it. No – this goes back to when she was married to Simon." "Oh, my God," exclaimed Alice. "Don't tell me she was unfaithful to him! Who with?" Kate looked at her sister for a long time, then – "Well, I suppose you're old enough to know, now. It was Lucas." "Lucas!" Alice practically shrieked. "But – I don't understand." "No – I don't suppose you do," said Kate. "Why don't you just let me tell you about it, rather than have you asking all sorts of silly questions?" "But – but – well, I suppose ...... Yes – OK." Alice drained her glass, and Kate filled it again, topping up her own in the process. "Look," she said, "one thing you have to understand, right from the start, is that Lucas and I – well, our marriage is a bit – unconventional, so – it's not a problem for me that Lucas has been with Debbie. I won't go into details, now, but just bear that in mind. OK?" She looked at Alice, who nodded, uncomprehendingly. So much had emerged this morning to shock her – she felt that nothing could really surprise her, now. "We came home for a visit just over six years ago," Kate started. "Yes, I remember," Alice said. "You were there for my birthday." "Yes," said Kate, absently. "Well, one morning, Mum and I were doing a little shopping in Borchester, and Lucas said he thought he would drop in on Debbie for a cup of coffee and a chat, if she wasn't too busy. So, off he went, while Mum and I set off for the shops – and the rest is what Lucas told me when I saw him after lunch." She lifted her glass, and emptied it. "That's a nice wine," she commented, lifting the bottle. "Top-up?" Alice nodded, and Kate poured some into each glass, emptying the bottle. She took the empty into the kitchen, and re-appeared after a minute or two, carrying an opened replacement. Meanwhile, Alice was trying to come to terms with Kate's latest revelation, but her mind was reeling. "Well," continued Kate, "Lucas said Debbie was home alone, doing some work on the farm accounts, as far as he could tell, but she seemed happy to see him, and they settled down for coffee and a talk. According to Lucas, Debbie very quickly turned the talk around to – well, relationships, in general, and Lucas and me, in particular. She seemed very curious about me being white and him being black – especially in the bed department!" Emboldened, perhaps, by the wine, Alice blurted out – "That's not too surprising, though, is it, Kate? I mean – well – most English girls – women – well, they probably don't know what it's like ......" Her voice trailed off as her courage dwindled away. A knowing smile flitted over her sister's face. "Yes," Kate murmured. "You're all curious, aren't you? But you never ask me, do you? You never say 'What's it like, Kate?' Are you scared of the answer – scared of finding out you might be missing something?" Flushing scarlet, Alice dropped her eyes, shaking her head. After a second or two, Kate resumed. "She asked Lukey if I had been his first white girl." "Were you?" The question was out before Alice was aware she had asked it, and she blushed again. "No," Kate responded, quietly. "He told Debbie that – then he told her about his first white girl. He told her the story in some detail. It's a very sexy story – well, I think so, and I'm not the only one! – and Lucas admitted that he told Debbie the details because he wanted to arouse her. He wanted to arouse her, sexually, and he wanted to arouse her curiosity about him, as a black man, in a sexual context." "And – he did?" asked Alice. "Oh, yes," Kate confirmed, with a quiet smile. "He definitely did that. Quite definitely." "So – what is the story?" Alice wanted to know. Kate looked directly at her and said – "Look – I don't think I can do it justice, and I think Lucas may be too busy with other things to tell you, himself. But, he posted it on the Internet, in the third person, under a pen-name. If you Google the title 'Coffee with sister', along with the name, Debbie, you'll get a link to it. It'll be something to entertain you over the long winter, when you get back home." "OK," agreed Alice. She was intrigued about the 'story', but even more desperate to hear about Lucas and her other sister. "But – what happened at Debbie's house?" "Well," Kate carried on, "Lucas was watching her carefully, as he told Debbie his story, and he saw her become uncomfortable when he got to the really explicit parts – especially when he had to describe the scenes when a black man's hands were on a white woman's body – feeling her breasts, or running up her legs – or when a black man took his cock out in front of a white girl, and made her handle it, or suck it ...... or spread her legs for it ......" Kate paused, and looked at Alice again. "Yes," she went on, after a short silence, "he noticed she was wriggling on her chair – just like you are! But, of course, Debbie could also see that Lucas was aroused ...... so that made her wriggle even more ......" "My God, Kate," breathed Alice. "How can you talk about it like that? You mean Lucas – was – well ....? "Yes – he was erect, Alice! He had a hard-on – and he was making bloody sure Debbie was aware of it! I can tell you, when Lukey has a hard-on, a blind girl on a galloping horse would be aware of it!" "So – what happened?" Alice was fighting a huge temptation to push her hand down between her thighs, and she could feel her heart pounding with excitement as she imagined herself in Debbie's place, trying not to sneak surreptitious glances at her brother's bulging crotch as he wove whatever this erotic tale of inter-racial, and, possibly, non-consensual, sex was. "Well – when Lukas thought he had got Debbie worked up sufficiently, he unzipped his jeans, and took out his cock, and told Debbie to touch it – to put her fingers round it," Kate said, simply, watching her sister very carefully, gauging her reaction. She wasn't disappointed. Her sister's eyes were like saucers. "He did that – he said that – to Debbie?" Alice squeaked, incredulously. Kate nodded. "Oh, yes – and she made the usual noises you'd expect from Debbie – then she reached out and touched it, then she held it, then she kissed it, then she took it in her mouth ......" "Debbie did?" "Oh, yes," confirmed Kate, with a sly smile. "Then Lukey stripped her – stripped her naked and laid her down on the carpet." "And then? And then – did he – do it to her?" "Only after she asked him to," Kate grinned. "He made her beg! Can you imagine it? Debbie begging to be fucked? And – he made her specify his black cock – she had to say 'stick your black cock up my cunt'! So – he did – once she had asked him nicely!" "Well!" Alice was totally lost for words. "Well, I never, eh?" laughed Kate, and Alice laughed, too, but very shakily. "Well – I just can't believe it!" she said. "I mean – I do believe it, but – it's just incredible! Debbie – of all people!" Coffee with the Other Sister-in-Law But, as she spoke, Alice was very well aware that her panties were soaking with the juices of her arousal. The image of her almost revered elder sister, Debbie, splayed out, naked, on her carpet, with Lucas between her thighs, his black penis pistoning in and out of her, would not leave her mind's eye. And there was no question – Lucas's blackness made it even more erotic and exciting. She wondered if he, too, had been naked – but she didn't trust herself to ask Kate ...... Gradually, Alice became aware that Kate was saying something to her. "Oh, sorry!" Alice apologised. "I – I ......" "Something else on your mind?" Kate smiled, knowing very well what had been preoccupying her 'little' sister's thoughts. "I was asking – have you any exciting tales to tell, yet?" "Oh, no," Alice replied, automatically. "No – nothing, really." "So – you haven't lost your cherry yet, then?" enquired Kate. "Oh – well, yes!" Alice was anxious to correct that impression. "Oh – who got the honour, then?" "My ski instructor at Innsbruck, as a matter of fact," Alice said, loftily, and Kate hooted in derision. "Oh, Alice – what a bloody cliché – your ski instructor! Move on – who else have you had?" "Nobody!" Alice snapped. "That was only a couple of months ago, and, anyway, he was very nice, and very – well, considerate." "Oh, yes – I'm sorry." Kate was contrite. "It's just – so many girls shag ski instructors. I'm sure he was lovely – and it's better than a stand-up outside the Village Hall with one of the Grundy's! But – I doubt if it makes a very erotic tale." "No," confessed Alice, "I suppose it was a bit 'textbook' – a few drinks 'après-ski', then up to my room, and that was more or less 'it', really." "So – nothing really exciting up to now, then?" "No, not really," replied Alice, then – "unless – there was that time with Amy, in Birmingham." "What was that?" asked Kate, her eyes brightening with interest. "Amy – she's the Vicar's daughter, isn't she?" "Yes," Alice confirmed. "And she's black, isn't she?" "Yes – well, sort of coffee-coloured – her mum was black, but Alan's white." "So – did you and she have a 'thing' going?" Kate wanted to know, and Alice recoiled in horror. "No! Well, maybe a little, but this isn't to do with that. No – it was when Amy and I were trying to – well, trying to help the poor and disadvantaged. We went into Birmingham one Saturday, to find homeless people and give them food and – and things." Alice shuddered, as the memories of that day flooded back. It really had been much more Amy's idea than hers, and, as the afternoon had worn on, and the recipients of their generosity had turned out to be unfailingly unpleasant and foul-mouthed when they discovered that only food was on offer – and not money – Alice had begun to lose what little enthusiasm she had had at the start. But Amy had remonstrated with her, asking her what she had expected – did she think they would all tug their forelocks and thank the Lady of the Manor – "most kindly, ma'am, I'm sure!" – and Alice had been shamed into one final foray, round the back of New Street Station. It was there they had met Alec – a Scotsman of indeterminate age, wearing a very long coat, and clearly under the influence of drink and, probably, drugs, as well. Alec had suggested they come and visit some friends of his in a nearby squat. Alice had flatly refused, but Amy had argued that they should be prepared for this, if they were going to do any good at all. Then Amy said that this visit would probably be their last one, as they were running out of supplies, so Alice, against her better judgment, agreed. The squat was a third-floor tenement flat, which smelt vile. There was no electric, or water, or any services, but it was still daylight. There were about a dozen people in there. They were probably all male, Alice thought, but it was hard to tell. There was no furniture, and all the people were on the bare floorboards, sitting or lying down. It was impossible to guess at their ages, but Alice thought they were mostly middle-aged – about forty or fifty – some, maybe, older. Like Alec, they all seemed to be under the influence of something, and, at first, nobody appeared to be aware of their presence. Then Amy started to produce the tins and jars of food from her duffel-bag, and some of them sat up and took notice, but, when it became apparent that all the girls had was food, the litany of insult and obscenity started up again. Then one voice said – "Never mind – she can give me a cuddle – the brown one!" One or two of them laughed, but, suddenly, there was a bit of tension in the room ...... "I could feel it – it was almost as if I could touch it," Alice told Kate, her voice faltering a little, at the memory. "Suddenly, they were all more alert – sitting up and taking notice – and then one, or two, of them, staggered to their feet. It was different when we were walking round, and they were on the floor. The two who stood up were taller than we were – and there were more comments, now – comments about cuddles, and things – and then more of them started to try to get to their feet and I looked at Amy. She was scared, Kate, and we turned to the door, but Alec was standing in front of it, barring it." "And then I felt a hand grab my elbow, and I heard Amy scream. A man put his arms round me, and tried to kiss me. I jerked my head away, but I couldn't break his grip on me, and then his hand started – touching my bottom – squeezing it, and trying to push under my jeans. I could see Amy struggling – there were two or three men holding her. They were holding her arms apart, and one of them was feeling her breasts. He had her anorak unzipped, and he was pulling the buttons on her shirt apart. I could see her bra – it seemed very white, against her dark skin." "And then, someone pulled me away from the man who was holding me, and my hands were held behind my back and an old man in a dirty coat grabbed my jaw and forced his mouth on mine. Somebody – I don't know if it was him – pushed his hand between my legs and another one started to feel my – my breasts, too." "And then Amy screamed again and I twisted my head to look and they had her bra undone and there were dirty hands all over her bare breasts – and then someone pushed my sweater up, and my t-shirt – and – and – then my bra and they started squeezing my breasts – and somebody licked one, and sucked it ......" "And they were all laughing and whooping ..... Then I realised some of them had taken their penises out and were playing with them. They tried to make us touch them – put our fingers round them – but we wouldn't, and they were trying to pull my jeans down, but then Alec shouted that it was enough – that they should leave us alone, now, and let us go." Alice stopped, and gave a long, shuddering sigh, to try to regain her composure, and then she carried on. "And – and – they did. Gradually, they took their hands off us, and stood back – and we just ran through the open door, on to the stairs, and down them until we got to the ground. Then, we sorted our clothing and just ran as fast as we could to get away from that place." "Wow – that was pretty scary," commented Kate. "I would guess you were quite lucky to get away with just that." "Yes," agreed Alice. "Not that we thought so, at the time – but, after we'd had a chance to think it over, we realised it could have been much worse – although – well, I'm not sure how many of them would have been capable of – you know! – what with all the drink and drugs they'd had. I did notice that none of the penises I saw were – well, erect ......" "It's a good little story, though," said Kate. "You'll have to tell Lukey." "I will not!" Alice hotly denied. "I wouldn't dream of it! And you mustn't, either! Promise!" Kate laughed at her sister's panic, and indignation. "Oh, well – maybe not, then! At least – not while you're here!" At that moment, the telephone rang. It was Lucas, calling to say he was on his way home, and would pick up the children on his way. The next two or three hours were pretty hectic, and "Auntie Alice" was kept very busy, playing with her niece and nephew, helping with their evening meal, and then reading the bedtime stories before quiet reigned, and the three adults sat down to have their dinner in relative peace. ..................................................................................................................................... "Well, thank you, Kate – and Lucas," smiled Alice, facing her host and hostess as they sat together on the settee, opposite the armchair upon which Alice was reclining. "That was a superb dinner." "Well, you are a lovely guest," responded Lucas, raising his glass, and flashing a reciprocal smile at his sister. "And I thank you, too, Kate – you are just what a hard-working journalist needs, to come home to." He took a sip of wine and placed the glass on a low table. Then, he bent his head to kiss his wife. Kate was wearing a tight white sweater and a chocolate-brown, tight, short skirt. Her legs were bare, and Alice had noticed that her sister didn't appear to be wearing a brassiere – but, she had the figure to get away with it. Even having turned 30, and after two children, Kate's bust, although large, was still firm enough to need very little support. The indentations of her thick dark nipples, though, were clearly visible through the sweater and Alice was sure she wouldn't have dressed quite like that, had they been going out for dinner, rather than staying home, which they had all agreed was a good idea for Alice's first evening with them. However, with just her husband and her sister to see – why not? Kate was responding enthusiastically to her husband's kiss, her hand snaking up behind his head, pulling his mouth down onto hers. Alice smiled indulgently. It was sweet, she thought, to see them so happy together – and, clearly, still very physically attracted. She took another sip of her wine as she watched them. She tried to recall how many glasses she had had, and couldn't, but thought she had better ease up a little, or she wouldn't be fit for the full programme of activities planned for tomorrow. Alice was aware of a little quiver of excitement in herself, as she contemplated the contrast of black and white in the charming little scene being acted out in front of her. She had never seen such an encounter in real life – or, she thought, on stage, screen, or anywhere else. The sight of her brother's black hand on Kate's pristine white sweater was arousing in itself, especially as his hand was only just under the unmistakeable swell of Kate's left breast! Without thinking, Alice raised her glass to her lips again, as her mouth dried at the realisation that Lucas's hand was moving upwards, and, even before Alice had swallowed her wine, had closed firmly round Kate's breast and was caressing and squeezing it quite openly. Alice was now hugely embarrassed. Surely they couldn't have forgotten she was here? Maybe this was their nightly habit, after dinner, and they had become so carried away that they had forgotten they had a guest. Alice couldn't think what to do. She rejected the idea of a discreet cough – that seemed so silly! If she left the room quietly, would that offend them? After all, it wasn't as if they were doing anything really ......... , was it? And the other thing was – Alice's own excitement was mounting. She could see Lucas playing with Kate's prominent nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb – and she could hear Kate responding, softly sighing and murmuring – and Alice could feel her own nipples tighten, and some discomfort between her long slim thighs. And then, suddenly, Lucas slipped his hand under Kate's sweater and it disappeared inside. As it did so, Kate sat up, easing her husband away momentarily, and, grasping the bottom hem of the sweater with both hands, swiftly pulled it up over her head and dropped it over the back of the settee. Completely naked to the waist, her eyes heavy with desire, Kate Madikane pulled her husband's hands onto her heavy, firm, naked breasts and groaned – "Oh, Jesus, Lukey – give them a good going-over – squeeze them hard – oh, Christ, I want you ......" To Alice, the sight of his coal-black shiny hands mauling her sister's milky-white tits was mind-boggling and there was nothing in her except the desire to watch this incredible scene unfolding before her eyes. "Suck my nipple, Lukey," Kate was groaning. "You know what it does to me. I've been wet all afternoon – you should have heard what Ali and I were talking about – I was telling her some of my stories – you know what that does to me ......" "Oh, yes," Lucas laughed. "You little tart – I bet you told her about the boys in the stable – holding you down – taking you, one by one – and you, wanting more and more ......" Then he dropped his head and his mouth closed over Kate's left tit, and she gasped ecstatically as his tongue laved her erect nipple. Alice's heart was thumping with excitement, but she knew she couldn't allow this to go on. She had to act – to leave – and, with a huge effort of will, she forced herself out of her chair and stood up. "I – I – must go to my room," she stammered. "Please excuse me ......" She had almost reached the door when she heard Kate's voice. "Ali!" Alice stopped, but didn't dare turn round. "Look what I've got for you, little sister," Kate crooned, and, against all her better judgment, Alice turned her head. Kate and Lucas were sitting, side by side, on the settee. Lucas had his arm round his wife's shoulders, one hand casually stroking her bare breast, while Kate had opened the fly of his jeans and her slim fingers were lightly curled round his erect penis. Alice fought the temptation, but was powerless, her eyes riveted on the rigid length of ebony flesh thrusting through her sister's hand. "You know you want it, Ali," whispered Kate. "Just imagine how it feels sliding into your tight cunt – imagine how good it'll be for Lukey, after me – I've had two kids – I'm not as tight as I was that afternoon in the stables ......" At the mention of that day, Alice saw Lucas's cock give a little jerk, and Kate chuckled. "Yes – Lukey likes to hear about that – and one or two others! Come on, Ali ......" Alice shook her head, dumbly, but she could not tear her gaze away from the shiny black rod. A single drop of precum sat in the eye, glistening, and Alice had a sudden vision of her tongue gently licking it away, and she groaned ...... "Just come and touch it, Ali," Kate offered. "It's so hard – and straight – just a little touch – you may never get another chance." Alice was hardly aware of walking back into the room, towards the settee, bending forward, reaching down, but it was Kate who sighed, as Alice's fingertips brushed against Lucas's throbbing erection – and Kate who removed her own fingers and gently closed Alice's around the sensitive shaft of her husband's cock. Now, it was Lucas's turn to let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure. "Oh, Alice – that is so lovely – please – leave your hand there," he blurted out. "Ohhh – look at it – how lovely it looks ......" Unbelieving, Alice looked down at her own slim white fingers, gently caressing the solid pillar of black flesh – it was a beautiful sight. As she stared down, Kate reached up and undid the top button of Alice's dress. Alice gazed down at her, imploringly. "No, Kate," she whispered. "Please – no!" But she didn't move away, and Kate smiled up at her. "It's all right, darling – you're very lovely. I want Lukey to see how lovely you are – please." Her fingers worked expertly and, in seconds, the dress was unbuttoned and hanging open so that the two occupants of the settee were looking up at Alice's slim figure in her virginal white bra and panties. "Didn't I tell you she was gorgeous, darling?" Kate breathed to her husband, and he nodded. "She's stunning," he replied, then he looked up into Alice's face, and smiled. "You are utterly lovely, little sister – quite sensational!" Alice blushed, and dropped her eyes. Gently, Kate eased Alice's fingers away from Lucas, and stood up beside her sister. She slipped the dress off Alice's shoulders and it puddled to the carpet. Meanwhile, Lucas, too, stood up and pulled off his tight white t-shirt and slipped his jeans down, followed by his boxer shorts. The girls watched, admiring his deep hairless chest and firm athletic buttocks, but always – always – their eyes were dragged back to the rigid extrusion of his aggressive maleness, thrusting out from his washboard-flat belly. Lucas, in his turn, gazed up at the two sisters. Alice – unfamiliar – the taller of the two – brunette, slim and shapely – standing shyly, in only her little white bra and panties, hands clasped demurely in front of her, eyelashes downcast. And Kate – her body so well-known to Lucas, but, still, along with her very fertile mind and imagination, capable of arousing him to a fever pitch of desire. Blonde – short hair – naked to the waist – chubby firm breasts – thick nipples, already erect – short brown skirt, under which, Lucas already knew, nothing covered her completely shaven pussy. As Lucas watched them, Kate edged slightly behind her sister and a slight frown flitted over Alice's face, and her hands flew upwards, as she felt Kate's fingers at her bra-clasp. "Hey!" Kate breathed in her ear. "Let Lukey see – he'll love your tits, Ali – just watch his face!" And Alice felt the pressure ease as the catch gave, and she stared at her brother as Kate eased her straps slowly over her shoulders, then slid the flimsy garment down her arms. Alice saw Lucas's eyes widen in admiration as her shapely small tits, with their tiny raspberry nipples, were revealed, and her own vaginal juices increased their flow – at the same moment that Alice realised that Lucas's cock had also stiffened even more, in tribute to her newly-exposed breasts. "You see?" she was dimly aware of Kate's voice in her ear. "Yes," she whispered back, then, knowing how much it would please Kate, she went on, knowing that the die was now irrevocably cast – "do you mind if I fuck him, Kate? Can I have his cock – for a while? Please?" She felt the pressure of her sister's full breasts in her back, as Kate hugged her – then Kate's hands slid downwards, her thumbs hooking in the waistband of Alice's panties, and easing them down her legs. Unlike her sister, the younger girl's light-brown bush was only lightly trimmed, and a smile lit up Lucas's face as it came into view. Even before Alice's panties were down as far as her knees, Lucas reached forward and ran his fingers lightly through her pubic bush. "Ah, you white girls," he breathed. "I love your soft hair." And Alice gasped as he suddenly slid a finger between her vaginal lips, and withdrew it, shiny with her moisture, having momentarily just caressed the very tip of her ultra-sensitive clitoris with his thumb. "Oh, Ali," came the persuasive voice in her ear, and she realised that her panties were on the floor and her sister was exerting a gentle pressure on her shoulders. "Oh, Ali," Kate went on. "Lie down – lie down on the rug, and spread your legs – spread your legs for Lukey ......" And Alice sank gracefully to the floor, never taking her eyes off Lucas's distended manhood, thrusting upwards from its cushion of tough wiry coal-black pubic hair. As she descended, so he rose from his chair, and his heavy testicles were revealed, hanging down straight between his athletic thighs. From her position on the rug, his cock looked even larger to Alice and, although she had accommodated Klaus's thick penis without difficulty, she had a moment of uncertainty as she looked up in anticipation. Coffee with the Other Sister-in-Law And then, Kate was standing over her, and Alice realised, dimly, that her sister was also stark naked – and that her pussy was absolutely hairless. Even at that moment, Alice was able to appreciate the allure of Kate's nakedly exposed vagina – and then those thoughts were driven from her mind as Kate knelt beside her and dipped her head ...... Alice felt Kate's hands gently easing her thighs apart. Lucas was standing at Alice's feet and, Alice realised, must be looking directly up between her spread thighs. Involuntarily, Alice tried to close her legs, but Kate held them firmly – and, suddenly, Alice felt the tip of Kate's tongue gently brush against her throbbing clitoris! "Oh! Kate!" Alice moaned, half in protest, then, as the unseen tongue found her spot again, she shuddered and gasped, and, over Kate's bare shoulders, watched as Lucas lowered himself between Alice's parted ankles. Alice's heart was thundering with excitement. Kate's tongue was flicking her clitoris expertly, then Alice felt her sister's fingers, gently spreading her vaginal lips. "Let me open you up for him, Ali," came the teasing whisper, and Alice nodded, unable to speak. She was aware of Kate moving to the side, and Lucas loomed over her. She looked up, staring at her brother's black hairless chest, then up again to his face, where his eyes were bright and his teeth gleamed as he smiled down at her, savouring this moment of surrender. He looked down to where his wife was lightly guiding his cock with one hand, while holding Alice open with the other. The colour contrast was so arousing – Alice's pale white thighs spread apart – his powerful black ones thrust between them – Kate's small white fingers, curled round his strong black weapon ...... With a groan of lust and power, Lucas Madikane abandoned all restraint and plunged his throbbing prick deep into the girl spreadeagled beneath him. As he pushed as deep as he could up her tight, soaking channel, he called up his recollections of the other Aldridge vaginas he had ploughed. This completed the set – first, the middle daughter, Kate, more times than he could count; then her mother, Jennifer – just the once, on her first visit to Johannesburg some years ago, but a most memorable afternoon; then, of course, the delicious Debbie, that long-ago morning in England, when he had warmed her up with the tale of his adventure in Zimbabwe; and now he was plugged to the hilt inside the fresh young firm body of Alice – and he intended to repeat this experience many times during her stay. Alice's excitement, too, knew virtually no bounds. The thrill of being 'covered' by a black man was hugely exciting to Alice. She had very earthy tastes and even the sight of her white arms clutching Lucas's black trunk to hers was incredibly erotic to her. She wished she could see his cock as it thrust into her – splitting her cunt – if only there were a queue ...... but, no – that way led disaster. She concentrated on the feeling of being filled, completely, by Lucas's heavy, thick cock – he was bigger than Klaus had been – he certainly was further inside her – and, he was black! Alice tried to pull him even closer – even further inside her. "Oh, Lucas," she groaned. "That is so good. Oh, Jesus, your cock fills me right up – ride me – ride me – ride as hard as you can!" "Tell him to fuck you!" whispered Kate, in Alice's ear. "Oh, fuck me – fuck me, Lucas!" wailed Alice. "With his black cock ......" prompted her sister, and, even in the throes of her passion, Alice hesitated, her upbringing requiring second thoughts ...... then ...... "Oh, I love your cock – your black cock – in my pussy – fuck me with it as hard as you like, Lucas – oh, God, I've never felt like this before ......" Lucas pushed himself up with his arms, to look down and see his rigid cock plunging in between the young white girl's spread thighs. He looked at her firm little tits, with their innocent rose-red nipples, and then at her fine-boned, beautiful face – so like her mother ...... And the girl's resemblance to Jennifer unaccountably started the first stirrings at the base of his testicles. His penis stiffened even more and he felt the surge begin to move. Slowly, he withdrew his cock from her tight, clinging vagina, then, as he felt the first positive sign of the imminent eruption, he plunged it back up her, deeper even than before, forcing a breathless gasp from her, but her hands tightened their grip round his hard, thrusting buttocks, then she felt his first shudder ...... "Ohhhhh .....ohhhhhhh ..........ohhhhhhh ........ohhhhh......." Lucas grunted as spurt after spurt of his ejaculated cum arrowed into the writhing girl beneath him, and she gasped ecstatically, in time with him, as she felt the strength of his passion. And then, unaccountably, Alice felt a gentle pressure on her aching clitoris and it was just the impetus she needed. "Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" she cried, as stars burst inside her head and her breathing practically stopped as a mighty orgasm overtook her and she departed, temporarily, for another planet ........ And Kate smiled, seeing her little sister as she had never seen her before, and she continued teasing Alice's clitoris as she bucked and jerked in climactic ecstasy. And it was Kate who slowly revived her husband and sister from their post-coital torpor, by the dexterous use of her fingers and tongue, and, when Lucas's erection had recovered its potency, Kate greedily fed it into her sopping slit, and it was Alice's turn to watch the intensely erotic sight of black cock penetrating white cunt, until, again, Lucas shot his load deep into his squirming wife. After that, inevitably, Lucas wanted to watch the girls together, and, after some initial reluctance, Alice discovered that the girl-on-girl experimentation she and Amy, her friend in Ambridge, had indulged in was no less enjoyable when the 'other girl' was her sister – indeed, it was much better, because Kate obviously knew what she was doing and, what was more, absolutely loved doing it! Kate brought Alice to two shattering climaxes, using only her tongue on her nipples and clit, and Alice returned the compliment, her face buried between her sister's splayed thighs, while Lucas fucked Alice, doggy-style, his hands clutching her tight little tits. Because of the children, they all reluctantly agreed that Alice should sleep in the guest bedroom, but, otherwise, once the day's activities were over, the evenings were devoted to joyful sexual exploration, and experimentation. On the third night, Lucas told Alice about his experiences with the unit of Zimbabwean freedom fighters. He, and both girls, were naked, having already made love, when he started to speak. Lucas and Kate were on the settee, together, facing Alice, who was lying on her front, along another couch, and, as the story developed, Alice's mouth was drying with the combined excitement of the impending outrage on the females in the house and the sight of Lucas's cock erecting of its own accord as he recalled the events of that night, and felt the arousal of retelling them to the two naked beautiful girls. When Lucas started to recount how the big sergeant stripped and fucked the wife of the captured officer, Kate reached across her hand and curled her fingers round the shaft of his erection. She looked at it, then raised her eyes and met Alice's, with a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Are you OK with this, Ali – or – would you prefer him to stop?" she asked. Taken by surprise, Alice just looked at her, realising, for the first time, that some people would think she should be outraged by this tale of ...... well, rape. For a moment, she reacted with total confusion, then she just whispered, in shame – "No – it's OK." It was obvious to the other two that Alice's nipples were fully erect and, not so evident, that she was thoroughly moist between her thighs, and her heart was thumping with excitement as her mind pictured the hugely endowed black sergeant ripping the clothes from the defenceless white woman and driving his massive cock deep into her. And, at the same time, Alice was empathising with the daughter, who had watched the violation of, first, the young black servant, and then her mother. 'What could she have been feeling?' wondered Alice. It had not escaped Alice's notice that the girl was the same age as she was. Alice tried to imagine how she would have felt if she had had to witness her mother being stripped, and fucked, all the time knowing that it was just a question of time before her own ordeal would start. As Lucas carried on with his account, Alice was shamefully aware that her predominant emotion was fierce excitement. She was that girl. It was she who tearfully stripped off her clothes in front of the two black men – who had her thighs prised open by Lucas – who felt his finger slide into her moist, aroused, vagina – who – who – who had to lower herself onto the officer's hard black cock – who felt it slide up inside her most intimate place ...... Alice was totally unaware that her fingers had crept down between her slender legs and found her excited little bud. She was now lying on her back, her knees drawn back, her eyes closed, her mind in that farmhouse in the Zimbabwean bush, listening to the screams as the servants were ravished by the drunken soldiery ..... Kate and Lucas were watching her avidly, hugely aroused by the sight of the young girl teasing herself. Lucas was squeezing Kate's breasts savagely as his tale came to its climax, and he told how both the white women were turned over to the soldiers for their amusement. At that, the images in Alice's mind became so graphic that she could contain herself no longer and, with a long drawn-out groan, succumbed to a massive climax, doubling over as her fingers plunged between her thighs ............. Lucas unceremoniously pushed Kate down on to the rug beside her sister and roughly spread her legs. Kate was expecting no less, but protested loudly, and tearfully, trying ineffectually to push him away. But his strong arms held her down and his knees kept her thighs forced apart. They often played simulated rape games – very often based on Lucas's experience in Zimbabwe – and there was a special piquancy for both of them, tonight, to have Kate's beautiful sister writhing in naked ecstasy on the couch beside them, as Lucas plunged his cock unceremoniously deep into the 'unwilling' vagina of his pretty little victim. After four thrusts, he felt his climax welling up. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Alice, watching the staged violation of her sister, and, at the last moment, he pulled his black rigid weapon out of his helpless 'victim' and finished himself off with his right hand, aiming his ejaculation at Kate's face and chest, splashing it all over her cheeks, chin and breasts. Then, he collapsed beside Kate, and took her in his arms. They lay, all three of them, unmoving, for several minutes, until Alice slid gracefully down from the couch and cuddled in behind her brother, reaching round and finding his temporarily soft penis and cupped it gently, with his testicles, in her hand. Feeling the pressure of her naked little breasts in his back, Lucas began to revive, and Alice marvelled as she felt the flaccid piece of dark flesh begin to uncoil, and extend in the palm of her hand. Kate, too, was aware of Lucas's returning erection – but she had her own plan of campaign. "Shall we have a look at the piccies, now, little sis?" she whispered over Lucas's shoulder. "What 'piccies'?" asked Alice, in genuine puzzlement. "Ah," Kate chuckled. "That's the bit he hasn't got round to telling you yet. When Lukey and Captain Qomoyi had finished with the young woman, they did turn her over to the soldiers, after all – and she and her mother were kept very busy for the rest of the night!" "Oh, my God!" murmured Alice, her eyes wide with shock. "And," went on her sister "someone very kindly took photographs – for military reasons, of course! They came in very useful while the woman's husband was being interrogated, I believe – but Lukey got a CD of them, and – well, we have found them quite entertaining to look at ......" ....................................................................................................................................... When she woke up on the morning of her last full day in South Africa, Alice felt as though, in terms of experience, she had aged ten years in as many days. The pictures of the commando raid had been mind-boggling. Neither Lucas not the Zimbabwean captain appeared, but the sergeant who had first raped Sarah Andrews, the mother, had been very prominent, and Alice had been genuinely thankful that she would not have to face the prospect of accommodating his massive black cock inside her. On the pictures, she had seen him penetrate three women – all black – that night, and they had all looked as though they were stretched beyond endurance. But many of the pictures had been extremely erotic, in Alice's eyes. The daughter – whose name was Claire – was pictured very frequently, most often sitting on the lap of one of the soldiers, facing the camera, his hands grasping her little pink-nippled tits and his cock rammed up her pussy, only his black balls showing under her spread thighs. And Alice also got a strong charge out of seeing the young black servants being passed round from one man to the next, and, often, being shared – bent double, sucking cock at one end and taking it at the other, firm black tits dangling. The mother – Sarah – was also very popular with the young soldiers. There were many pictures of her, surrounded by naked black boys, holding her arms away from her body, exposing it completely to their eyes –and their exploring hands, which were all over her large firm tits and bottom and legs – and between her legs, fingers pushing through her thick bush to slide into her well-fucked slit. Lucas had the technology to display the photos on a large screen, and Alice had been unable to resist the temptation to watch a slide-show each night, as an aperitif to another long session of love-making with her sister and her husband. Most evenings, the three of them had gone out, sampling the lively night-life of Johannesburg, sometimes in company – friends of the Madikane's, usually – or just the three of them. Alice had enjoyed meeting Kate and Lucas's friends, most of whom were lively, stimulating, intellectual and ambitious people from the top drawer of modern South African society, and their ethnic mix reflected the changed situation in that troubled, but gradually improving, country. On the evening before Alice's flight back to the UK, they decided to go back to Bernoulli's Restaurant, in Gauteng, Alice's favourite – and dine alone, then return to the apartment, to savour their last night together. They had a magnificent meal, and, on the way out, through the cocktail bar, bumped into three of Lucas's colleagues. Two of them were journalists – Moses and Andile – while the third – Nosimo – was a photographer. All three were black. Moses was a tall man – slim, around 50, and good-looking with thick iron-grey hair. The other two were in their twenties or early thirties. Andile was short and skinny, with protuberant teeth, and almost completely bald, while Nosimo was about average height, but running to fat and an untidy dresser who seemed to live for his cameras. Lucas rated all three highly, professionally, and they were certainly all very powerful personalities, especially Moses, who was clearly a man of some authority in the organisation for which they all worked. Alice was accustomed to seeing Lucas as master in his own house and she was surprised, and intrigued, to notice how deferential he was, around the distinguished-looking Moses. He was not the only one – the other two younger men were also very respectful, and even Kate was slightly subdued. The three had had a few drinks, already, and the conversation flowed easily for about twenty minutes before Lucas became restive, and the girls, too, began to relish the prospect of what the rest of the evening was likely to offer. So, to the apparent disappointment of the three men, they insisted they had to leave, and said their goodbyes. Kate and Lucas were quiet during the taxi ride back to the apartment, and Alice could sense the sexual tension rising – in herself, as well as the others. She had learned so much in the last 10 days, she thought – her horizons had been widened considerably. Thinking about what had happened, and what would take place when the three of them returned to the apartment tonight, made her insides flutter, and she began to feel the familiar gradual seepage between her thighs ...... In the darkness of the comfortable taxi, she could just see Kate's face, and their eyes met. Kate's expression was difficult to fathom, in the half-light, but Alice could tell that her sister was excited, and aroused. That probably meant, Alice thought, that the two of them had dreamed up something new for their last night together, and Alice's mouth dried in excitement and anticipation, as she squirmed uncomfortably on the plush seat of the cab. As they entered the apartment, Kate asked Alice – "Would you like a last look at Lukey's picture gallery, Ali – just to put you in the mood?" Alice despised herself for getting such a kick out of the pictures of the rape of the two white women, side by side with their black servants, but, when the opportunity to turn down another 'show' arose, she had never, yet, been able to turn it down – and tonight was no exception. After all, she reasoned, she wouldn't be seeing them after tonight – although a still, small inner voice whispered that it would be so easy to have Kate email them to her, or even save them on a memory stick for Alice to slip in her shoulder bag tomorrow. As Luke set up the 'picture show', Kate opened a bottle of champagne, and Alice made herself comfortable on a couch in front of the large screen, her heart thudding with anticipation. Then, the doorbell rang. Lucas and Kate exchanged glances, then Lucas turned and made for the door. Alice's heart sank – surely it wasn't someone coming to visit? She was so looking forward to their final evening of sexual excitement and exploration, and she couldn't bear to be disappointed ...... Lucas opened the door and the girls could hear male voices – some laughter, then the sound of feet in the hall. The three journalists entered the room, led by Moses, and followed by Lucas, his eyes glittering with some barely-suppressed emotion, which Alice couldn't quite figure out, but she wondered if it might be simple frustration at the delay in starting their evening's 'entertainment'. "Well, hello again!" said Moses, quietly. "You don't mind if we drop in for a quick drink, on Alice's last night in Africa?" Both girls reassured him that there was no problem, but Alice had the feeling that Moses needed no reassurance – that his words were spoken merely for the sake of politeness. Lucas had gone to fetch some drinks and the two junior men - Andile and Nosimo – sat down beside Alice, one on either side of her. Alice was aware, though, that they were both sitting on the front edge of the settee, as though waiting for something to happen, and a little knot of apprehension began to twist in her stomach ...... When Lucas returned, bearing a tray with a bottle of wine and half a dozen glasses, Moses was still standing and, as Lucas entered the room, Moses said, quietly – "Well, Kate, aren't you going to say hello?" Kate looked up, her cheeks pink. "Here?" she asked. "In front of ...?" Leaving the sentence unfinished, she glanced at the couch, and its three occupants. The knot in Alice's stomach tightened. She looked over at Lucas, but he was studiously opening the wine bottle.