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Tom and Mandy

By: BelindaTV



Tom Murray is a twenty-seven year old single man who works at Harkins a local foundry. 

Tom, an only child was raised by his grandparents after his mother died giving birth to him, his father died suddenly when he was four, and his only other living relative is his father's brother Jack, a bachelor mechanic. 

Tom is happy go lucky man; he has dated a few girls over the years. 

One of his relationships was with a girl called Mary Collins; there was talk of marriage. But like everything else it fizzled out. 

He has often wondered if there is a girl out there for him, he'd hate to end up like his uncle Jack, who's still a bachelor at fifty-seven and a drunk. 

*****

"Well I am off to work gran, I have left your pills beside you there, and Uncle Jack said he would call in later to check on you." 

"Good boy Tom, I would be lost without you. Don't forget to book your granddad's anniversary mass will you?"

"No, I won't forget gran. How many years is it now since he passed?"

"Twenty years this year. It only feels like yesterday and I still miss him so much."

"Look, I better go or I will be late."

"Wait a minute; are you too old to give your granny a hug?"

"Not at all, I love you gran and I will see you this evening."

"Goodbye Tom, and mind yourself."

Well Tom, could today be the day you finally do it; will you finally pluck up the courage to ask Mandy Grady out, I say to myself. 

Mandy has been with the company three years and in all that time you never asked her out. 

Everyone loves Mandy; she's so bubbly and gets a long with the men like a house on fire. 

Sure you'd think she was just one of the lads, she's mad about motorsport, and loves to socialise with the rest of the crew. But she has never dated anyone at the job, I wonder why? Maybe, as the old saying goes; a dog never shits on their own doorstep. 

"Morning Tim, it's looking like another nice day." I say, as I join my colleague in the foundry yard.

Tim Bradley is one of my closest friends, we both went to the same school, we grew up together, we get drunk together and he's like a brother to me.

"Yes it is, the only pity about it is that we are locked up in this sweatbox for most of it." 

We jokingly call the foundry The Sweatbox, because in the summer it's as hot as the fires of hell.

"I thought you might have joined me for a pint last night." He continues.

"I was going to... But, gran said she was feeling unwell."

"Look Tom, you have to get away from them two...they will ruin your life."

"I know, but I...Well Jack is bloody useless to her, and she's getting feebler."

"Ya, he's like a baby, always on his back with a bottle stuck in his mouth." He laughs.

We watch as Mandy zips through the gate in her Golf GTI, the tyres chirping as she rounds the corner at speed into the yard.

"Wait for it." Tim says, laughing.

It's the same ritual ever morning, in through the gate and down the yard at speed, she pulls the handbrake and the whips the car around letting it roll back ways into a parking spot. 

"One of these days she'll get it wrong lad, and it will all end in tears." Tim laughs.

"Well...She seems able to control the car better than some of that lot inside." I say laughing.

"I know what you are thinking Tom, but it's a waste of time, Mandy has never dated anyone here."

"I wonder why that is?" I reply, in a puzzled voice.

"Morning lads, did you watch the Rally last night?" Mandy asks, as she draws near to us.

"Good morning Mandy. No, gran was feeling a bit under the weather and I missed it." I reply.

I can see Tim has that look on his face, will he or won't he ask her out, but not here, perhaps her office. I say to myself.

"You didn't miss much lads. Bloody Stephens...I swear he couldn't drive a nail in a bog. He crashed out after stage ten." She laughs.

"I hope your grandmother is ok Tom?" she continues.

"Yes she is Mandy, just a slight chest cold. She's as tough as an old boot, my gran is." 

"Good to hear. Call by my office won't you; I have the work schedule for the week to give you."

"Ok Mandy, it's nearly time to clock in anyway." I say, as she turns to walk into the foundry floor.

"I wonder why she has never dated anyone here Tim."

"Who knows, it's not like the lads haven't asked her. I tried myself a few times, and the answer is always a polite no. 

To tell you the truth, I am beginning to think there is something funny about that girl."

"What do you mean funny...Do you think...well, is she is gay, is that what you are saying?" 

Now I'm starting to wonder why she is not interested in men. Maybe she is gay, I think to myself.

"Well...You tell me Tom, she never mentions a boyfriend or anything like that."

"She might be a private person, and keep her love life to herself."

"I...well, I think it's a bit odd...that's all, I'm just saying, it's a bit queer she never dated any lad here."

"What exactly are you getting at Tim, are you trying to tell me something; is that it...is it?"

"Look...it's probably nothing...nothing at all. We'll say no more about it." He says, looking a bit uncertain.

What exactly is up with Tim, he seems to think, well what does he think? 

Does he think I don't stand a chance with Mandy...is that it? and where did all this about her being gay come from...Is he jealous? Is that what all this is about, is he afraid she'll say yes. Has he a hidden agenda, or what. I wonder to myself.

"Look, Tim, I have...Well, I think there's something special about the girl, but...I'm not sure what."

"Well, when you find out what that is, let me know. Come on, time to clock in." He says, and we head in to punch our timecards.

Tim and I punch our cards and head onto the foundry floor, I am a press operator and in the last few years I have been given the job of quality control manager. 

This is a small family business and I still work the press. It's very therapeutic; well, that's I think anyway, even with all the noise. 

And besides, all that clanging and banging of steel has a musical rhythm all of its own.

I head up to Mandy's office and knocking on the door I enter. It's a small office and the walls are adorned with plans and drawings of projects we are currently working on.

"Oh, there you are Tom. I have the schedule here for you." she says, handing me a work schedule.

Just then the phone rings and she answers it. Come on Tom, ask her now; ask her after she hangs up, what have got to lose, I think to myself.

"Sorry about that Tom. Ok here you go, the Anderson project needs looking at; just make sure the tolerances are within the guidelines."

"Ok, I will. Listen Mandy, there is something I want to ask you." I say, as the bloody phone goes again.

"Just a minute, I have to answer this." She says, as she takes the phone in her hand. 

"Sorry about that, it's a bit mad in here today, what did you want to ask me?"

"Oh, nothing... nothing really important, I better give the lads the schedule of work, talk to you later." I reply, and I turn to leave.

You fucking eejit Tom, I say under my breath. Why didn't you ask her, all she can say is no!

"Oh Tom, do you have a second to spare?" She says, and I wonder what she wants.

"Sure, what's up?"

"I have been invited to a wedding this coming weekend and the invitation says bring a friend, and I don't want to look like a wallflower going by myself. Are you busy?"

Well now, somebody up there must like me, this has to be my lucky day. 

So what if I'm going as a friend; it's still a date with the lovely Mandy you lucky man. I think to myself.

"No...no, I'm not doing anything. Where is it on?"

"The wedding is taking place at a registry office in Blinkingfileld, that's about a hundred miles from here. It's only a small family affair and there is a small reception locally afterwards."

"Sounds nice Mandy, are they relations of yours?"

"No...no, I went to school with the bride Ann Watkins, and we have remained the best of friends over the years."

"Small problem, I don't drive; but I can always get a bus and meet you there."

"You are so silly at times Tom, that's what I like about you. I'll drive us of course." She giggles.

And there's that smile I love so much, her fringe is just about hiding her blue eyes. But they are sparkling; I don't need to see them to know that.

"Ok, I better head back to the floor; you can fill me in on the travel arrangements later."

Wait till I tell Tim; he'll burst a gut with jealously, and all I had to do was keep my mouth shut. Finding myself back on the foundry floor I call the lads to attention so I can outline the day's work. 

Tim as always, is by my side. He's as sharp as a tack, and it's always good to have an extra pair of eyes to look at the drawings. Over the years he has saved my ass more than a few times.

"Have you got a minute Tim?" I ask, I'm dying to tell him the news.

"Yes, what's up?"

"Guess who has a date this weekend with Mandy." I say, slightly gloating.

"Jesus...I don't believe it; you are having me on Tom aren't you?" He says, in an excited voice.

"No...I finally did it, I asked her out, and she said yes!" I say excitedly.

"You...? You asked her out. Well I never thought you had it in you."

"Oh, ya...I just came right out and asked; really...I can't see what all the fuss is about." I chuckle.

"You fecking liar Tom, she asked you, didn't she?" He laughs.

"Yes...Yes she did Tim, she asked me to go to a wedding with her in Blinkingfileld this weekend." 

"Well you lucky bollox. I'm rotten jealous of course, but I'm happy for you. Wait till the lads find out."

"Don't say a word; I'd prefer if we keep this to ourselves." 

"Ok, fair enough. Come on the work won't do its self." He says, turning to walk off.

Standing back at my press I glance up at Mandy's office and there she is; coffee in hand, watching the foundry floor as always does. She spots me, and gives me a smile and a wave. 

I start the press up and in the midst of the maelstrom of steel clanging loudly I have time to think about our upcoming date. Well it's not really a date. But you have to start someplace, I say to myself.

The buzzer loudly announces the end of the day, and I as head out the foundry gate Mandy pulls alongside and lowers the car window.

"Do you want a lift Tom?" 

"No, I'm good thanks. I have to pop into the church on the way home to book my granddad's anniversary mass." 

"Well if you are sure, I don't mind stopping at the church for you on the way."

"I'm fine Mandy, thanks for asking. It's a nice evening anyways for a walk."

"Ok, see you in the morning." And she drives off.

I could have taken the lift, but I want to walk home and gather my thoughts. I have no intention in telling my grandmother or Jack anything about Mandy. 

She is very nosey, and both she and Jack talked me out of marriage before. They said Mary wasn't a good match, and at the time all their persuasive arguments won the day. No, I won't say a word.

I book the mass for granddad and I head home to the house stopping off at Hanley's grocery to pick up some shopping. When I get home gran is up, and I'm relived she is looking a bit better.

"Ah, there you are now Tom. How was work today?" Gran asks.

"Fine gran. Same ole, same ole."

"How's Tim?" she asks, gran is very fond of him as well.

"He's grand, sure what would be wrong with him?"

"Oh...I was just remembering today about when ye were little boys, you were always stuck in each other's company night and day. Two gas tickets ye were."

"Ya, Tim is like a brother to me. He's always looked out for me."

"He's a nice lad Tim, never forgets my birthday Tom." 

"Well gran, do you fancy some tea? I got some fresh ham and I'll make a few sandwiches for us both." 

"That will be nice Tom; you always take care of me. You are a good boy."

Gran, I think to myself, I am twenty-seven and a grown man, but sure, she still sees me as that little boy with my knees all scraped from climbing. 

I make the tea for us both and leave her tablets out for her heart; making sure she takes them.

After she goes to bed I take a look in my wardrobe to see what I might wear to this wedding, I don't want to dress casual. 

I have a black suit that's nice, but I might look like an undertaker. I think I'll text Tim and see what he thinks. 

I leave my bedroom window open for him; after about ten minutes I hear the neighbour's dog announce his arrival in my back yard, he climbs up and pops his head in the window just like when we were kids.

"What's the story Tom?" He asks, as he climbs in.

"I'm trying to decide what to wear to the wedding."

"How about a suit, with a white shirt and tie; I have a new pair of brogues if you are stuck."

"No...No, I thought of that, a suit is a bit too formal. She said it's a registry wedding."

"I see, well why not go and buy a new rig-out?"

"Ya, I suppose... I wouldn't want to let Mandy down, and I could do with a haircut as well."

"You lucky dog, I hope you get lucky." He says, with a big grin on his face.

"We are just going as friend's...That's all; well, she said she was stuck."

"Who are you kidding lad...I have seen they way Mandy always watches you from her office." He chuckles.

"She's just making sure we are not dossing, after all she is a manager Tim."

"If you say so, thousands would believe you...But I don't." He laughs.

"Well anyway, do you want to go shopping with me later in the week?"

"Ya, why not. I could do with a laugh; you take forever to decide on clothes.

I swear, you're as bad as any woman I have ever met." 

"I am Just being particular Tim, that's all, I'm...Well I want to make a good impression on Mandy."

"I know, I am only yanking your chain a bit. We can chat about this at break tomorrow, ok?"

"Sounds like a plan, well, I'll let you go, thanks Tim." I say, as he leaves again out the window.

That Tim, he's always pulling my leg, he really is a joker. 

He was to be my Best man at my wedding to Mary. He had his speech all worked out; all twelve pages. But knowing him, most of it was just blank pages.

He never did let me read it; he said I'd only get depressed. I never knew if he was having me on or not.

The week just flew by. Mandy outlined our travel plans over lunch on Thursday. It would take about two hours or so in the car to get to Blinkingfileld on Saturday morning; the reception will take place in a little hotel nearby.

She offered to collect me at home, but I declined saying I had an errand to do in town early in the morning. She agreed to pick me up near the train station.

On Friday's we finish at 3pm,and so Tim and I head to town to try and find something suitable to wear. 

I try on a few suits of different styles, but they all just seem too formal. 

Tim hops up, he has probably had enough.

"Jesus Tom! will you make up your bloody mind! Watching you pick clothes is like watching a dog chewing nettles...It's funny to watch for a bit, but sooner or later you'll have to put your hand in his mouth and pull them out...here, let me take a look."

"Ok, try this jacket and these pants on, they go well together." He says, handing me the clothes.

I go into the changing room and try on a navy pants, the jacket is just a shade lighter and goes really well with the pants. If I get a light blue shirt with some stripes and a nice tie, I think I am sorted. I say to myself as I check my reflection in a mirror.

"Well what do you think Tim?" I ask, stepping out of the changing room.

"You look good, but just a shirt, no tie." He suggests.

"What do you mean no tie?"

"Well...you'll have a very informal, formal look to you...What do you think?"

"Ya, I am not fond of wearing a tie anyway, this will do so." I agree.

Good old Tim, I can always rely on him to speak his mind, he's never far wrong. 

After parting company I make my way home to gran. Uncle Jack is there when I get in.

"Well Tom, how are you?" He asks.

"I'm grand Uncle Jack, where's gran?"

"She's having a nap, she's just a bit tired. You were shopping I see." He says, pointing to my bags.

"Ya, I bought a few things, I'm off on Saturday with a few of the lads for a day out." I say.

I'm lying of course, but it's none of his business anyway, I think to myself.

"Well...Don't do anything I wouldn't do, have a good time anyway. I'm off home now."

"Ok, I'll see you later. Thanks for checking on gran."

"No bother, I'll stay with her on Saturday and make sure she takes her pills." He says, as I see him to the door.

I must admit I am very nervous about this date, Mandy is a lovely girl and I do hope I don't make a fool of myself. I have no intention of drinking just in case; there is nothing worse than being half-pissed and looking like a total ass in front of a crowd of people.

I try to sleep, but the excitement I feel inside makes it nearly impossible.

I wait nervously by the train station on Saturday morning. I begin to rehearse some conversations I might have with Mandy. But before I get carried away, I tell myself to shut up. Go with the flow man, I say to myself.

I don't notice Mandy's car pulling in behind me with all the mental arguing I'm doing with myself.

"Excuse me sir, but do you know Tom Murray by any chance?" I hear her giggle. 

Turning around I see Mandy, with her head out the window, and a big grin on her face.

I can hear Highway star blaring out of her stereo and I hope it's not a bad omen.

"No...No I can't say I have ever heard of him. He sounds dodgy miss, best be careful." I quip back.

"Jesus Tom, you scrub up well...I like the rigout." She says, as her face gestures her approval.

"Thanks Mandy." And I do a little twirl showing off my new clothes."

"Hop in; we got a long drive ahead."

So we set off in her car, and you can tell this lady is into motorsport, her car is a very sporty Golf GTI, and boy does she like to drive it fast.

"Christ Mandy, are we in a rush to get there?" I say, as my hands grip my seat firmly.

"Don't worry Tom, I get a bit impatient sitting behind these old grannies in Micra's. I don't usually have passengers with me." 

"I can see why." I laugh, nervously.

"How's granny doing?"

"She's fine, my uncle Jack is looking after her today."

"Good. So I see you are eight years at the company, I had a peek at the personal files; hope you don't mind?"

"No...no, I...Why would I mind. I started my apprenticeship as a fitter after I finished school. I applied for a job along with Tim, and here we still are."

"Ya, I noticed you and Tim went to the same school and live near each other."

"How about you, I know nothing about you Mandy?" I discreetly probe.

"Well, I live about ten miles from the plant on the south side, and after school I did a one year management course. And well here I am too." She laughs, and her whole face lights up brightly.

"Can I ask you something personal?" 

"Fire ahead." 

"How come you asked me, I would have thought a pretty girl like you would have a boyfriend?"

"No, I have no boyfriend at the moment, and...Well you seem like a nice guy."

No boyfriend, now that's hard to believe, she is very pretty. 

Today for instance, her long hair is done up with wonderful colourful hairclips that have tiny coloured flowers on them.

Having it up like that exposes her long slender neck. And she is wearing a wonderful party dress, Mandy is a stunner alright.

"I didn't mean to pry, I...Look, I hope you don't think I'm nosey?" I say.

"God no, I have a confession myself. I did ask one of the lads about you."

"Stalking me, where you?" I laugh.

"Well, did you think I didn't notice the signs Tom?"

"What signs...What do you mean, exactly?" 

"The last morning in my office for example, you were going to ask me out, weren't you?"


Tom and Mandy Ch. 02



Tom Murray works in a local foundry and he has fallen madly in love with Mandy Grady.

Mandy also works at the foundry in the office, but as they make plans to get married his family drops a bomb shell on him. Mandy is his older sister, she was given up for adoption by his late mother.

"Jesus Christ...! How, how low can you get, you are without doubt rotten to the core. You dare call yourself my grandmother...You, you...You're full of poison, and I disown you." I shout at her."

"Jack go back into my room and bring out my tin box from the wardrobe." She says to jack, with a smirk on her old wrinkle face.

Mandy is shocked and she's crying, her hands cover her face and she is shivering. 

I don't know what this bitch has planned but it won't work.

Jack returns and hands her an old tin box, she opens it up and produces some papers and photos.

"There you go Tom, have a look it's your sisters birth certificate." She gloats.

She hands me a bundle of papers and May god forgive me it's true. I have a sister, but how can Mandy be her. It can't be possible...it simply can't. I think to myself.

"This doesn't prove anything at all. God you'd try anything wouldn't you.

Where is my sister now if you know so much...Huh, where is she...where?" I snap at her.

"She's right beside you Tom, here look at your mothers picture, don't you see the resemblance?"

I look and maybe she is right, I am so fucked up in my head at the moment I don't know what is right or wrong. I mean Mandy can't possibly be my sister, the odds are remote. I think to myself.

"Can I see the papers and photo Tom?" Mandy asks.

"Here you go, but it can't be you...It's not you." I say

Mandy studies the paperwork and carefully examines my mother's picture. I can see the despair in her eyes, and my grandmother is just sitting there coolly, relishing my loves agony.

"Tom we have to put off the wedding, I need to talk to mum and dad about this." She says sobbing.

"God no Mandy...No, no. Please I love you." I protest.

But it's no use the poison trap they had set for her has snared her. 

God I could knife them both right now I am so enraged by all this. 

Why did not tell me I had a sister, even if it's not Mandy I would like to find her. 

God, what a fucking horrible mess, the bastards...These rotten, twisted bastards. I say to myself.

Mandy goes home, she is crying as she drives away, and with her is that old birth certificate of my sister. She says she will call me later.

I call Tim and tell him what's happened; he says they are trying to destroy my life just like before. But I explain there is a likeness between Mandy and my mother and he has no explanation for that other than its just sheer coincidence.

About two hours later Mandy calls, and she is crying when I answer.

"Did you ask my love?"

"Yes I did, and they have a copy of the same certificate Tom, Oh God what are we to do." She cries.

"Are you sure, sure it's the same, do they not have a different certificate for you?"

"Yes they do, their names are on it as my parents. They were issued it by the courts after they adopted me...Tom you, you are my brother." She sobs.

Oh god, it's true, Mandy is my sister; my whole world has just fallen apart.

"It has to be a mistake Mandy, it has to." I say to her, in a distressed tone.

"No Tom, there's no mistake we...You are my brother...I have to go, I'm sorry." 

"Mandy! Mandy." I cry, but it's no use, she's hung up.

I don't go home, instead I walk the town like a zombie for hours on end trying to make since of all this. I really love Mandy with all my heart and it won't change how I feel deep inside about her even if she is my sister.

I want us to spend our lives together no matter what people say. I don't care, I really don't care.

I let myself into the foundry at about 6am; I get washed up and make myself some tea. 

I watch the clock tick slowly to 9am and I go wait at the gate for Mandy. She never shows, I call her but get no answer. 

I ask Tim if he has had any contact from her, but he says no, he suggests I let Mandy go as she is my sister and that there is no future for us as a couple.

I check into a hotel that evening vowing never to set foot in my home again; I lie on the bed curled up like a little lost child crying pitifully for my love Mandy. 

I wait in vain every day by the foundry gate hoping to see her car zip up as always.

Each day I spend at the press is agony, now and again I look up at her office window hoping she is there.

Then one day I spotted a man up there, leaving my station I go up to see what's going on.

Another member of staff is gathering her possessions and they place them in a box.

They hand the box to an awaiting courier; I turn and rush down the stairs to my press.

Grabbing some paper I write a simple note for her.

It simply states. Mandy please call me, I love you, I miss you. Please come back. Tom.

Hastily I shove the note into an envelope and rush after the courier. I ask him to hand it to Mandy.

The days turn into weeks and still no contact. Tim advises me not to go to her home; I am close to ending my life such is the loss and deep despair I feel inside. I don't know what to do.

One day after the lads had all left, I climbed the stairs to her office, sitting down in her chair I burst into tears as I despair at a life without my love. 

My grief gets interrupted by Tim, I didn't hear him enter. Coming over to my side he places his hand on my shoulder to try and console me, and he speaks.

"Tom...I thought I'd find you here, come lad, come home...You have to forget her."

"Jesus...That's easy for you to say, but I...You don't understand, I love her, I love Mandy." I sob.

"Tom! For fucks sake she's your sister, will you pull yourself together lad...Please." He insists.

"Well Hoo-Fucking-Ray...! Give that man a leather medal for stating the fucking obvious." I say sarcastically.

No sooner were the words out of my mouth, I regretted them. Tim is my best friend, he deserves better than that. 

"Look Tim, I'm sorry...really, I didn't mean that. Forgive me, please forgive me." I sob.

"It's ok Tom, I understand, you're upset by all of this, but, please pull yourself together.

The lads here are asking questions, and you know what they are like...Don't you."

"You don't understand Tim...You really don't. I want her back, I want Mandy, I love her."

"But there is no future for ye...I...And how can you love your sister like that...Oh, shit Tom, I."

"What...Tim, what do you mean; oh shit?" I ask.

"Nothing Tom, I mean nothing at all." He says, as he fidgets nervously.

"Oh you mean something all right...But the question is what...? Go on, spit it out" I probe, angrily.

"Ok, ok. You spent the weekend together at her house...Didn't you?"

"What of it?" I snap.

"You didn't...well; I mean...You didn't do anything, did you?" He asks, nervously. 

Well finally he's asked the question that's been burning inside his head, did we have sex.

"Yes Tim, we did...Is that what you want to know, huh, is it?"

"Oh Christ Tom, Mandy...Jesus, she's your sister." He says in a shocked voice.

"I didn't know that at the time, did I, it's not like it's tattooed on her head...Is it?"

"Tom, if you take my advice forget her; forget all this, it's a lost cause anyway." He advises.

"You still don't understand Tim, really...I love her, and I want to share my life with her. I want to marry her."

"Marry Mandy...! Are you mad in the head lad, well suppose you could...what then?"

"We'd move away, far away, where no one knows who we are, and well that we are related." 

"Tom I want to help but...But this is beyond anything I can do. Look, come on, we'll get you a brandy or something, it'll help settle you, please Tom, come with me." He urges me.

Grudgingly I accept his offer and we make our way to a local bar, it does not matter how many bottles of brandy I drink. It won't change the way I feel, not one iota.

Out of the blue Mandy calls me and wants to meet, I am so happy I just want to hold her tight and never let her go. We agree to meet at the train station.

Finally she turns up and gets out from her car and my heart is racing with the joy of seeing her.

"Oh Mandy it so good to see you my love, I have missed you so much." I say as I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly."

"Tom we have a problem." She says, her eyes are filling up with tears.

"What is it, what's wrong?" 

"I am pregnant, may god forgive us what are we to do?" 

"Are you sure Mandy?" I ask in a shocked voice.

"Yes, I am sure, what are we going to do Tom, we are brother and sister."

"I know, but I don't care, I want you, and I want us to have a life with our baby. I love you and that's all that matters."

"Oh god Tom if only it was easy as that, I love you so much and I want our baby. I want us to be a family, but what do we do?"

I hold her tight to me and I will not let go, sister or not I want us to be a family. I love her and nothing can change that, nothing.

"There's a little café around the corner, we'll get a cup of tea and sit in a quiet corner and thrash this out." I say, reassuringly to her

"Ok Tom, I love you, I love you very much." She sobs.

Wrapping my arms around her I kiss her lightly on her lips, she smiles nervously at me, and we share a long passionate kiss, I whisper to Mandy telling her we'll be ok.

Hand in hand we walk to the café; we get two teas and sit in a quiet corner. She is still shaking from head -to- toe like a frightened child.

"Do they know at home you are pregnant Mandy?" I ask.

"No...No, I did not tell them...I couldn't bring myself to tell them."

"I have an idea my love, we'll move away, far away where nobody knows us."

"But, you're family Tom, what about them?"

"Fuck them; I've not been home since you left that night."

"Where are you staying...With Tim, where?" She asks.

"I have temporarily moved into a hotel nearby and I want you to come with me."

"I can't, people will talk...my parents will find me." 

"Look, I had an argument with Tim, but, something he said got me thinking.

If we moved away somewhere else we could be married...couldn't we?"

"Jesus, Tom, do you think that is possible...What about our birth certificates, they have...Well they show we are brother and sister, we have the same mother." She says.

"I thought of that, but what if we used your one, the new one your parents got from the courts when they adopted you. It might work." I say, reassuringly.

"I am not sure Tom, it's a big risk to take; we could end up in jail if we get caught."

"Look, it's just a thought, I am desperate Mandy. I don't want to lose you and our baby."

"I know, I know, I feel the same way, I don't care if you are my brother. I love you Tom."

"Tell you what, I'll call the man who gave me the idea, Tim will help, I know he will."

"I thought you said you fell out with him?" She enquires.

"No, just a spat, we've been at since we were kids." I laugh.

I call Tim and ask him to meet us, it's late so I suggest the foundry; nobody will be there at this time and we can talk in peace and privacy.

Mandy and I set off in her car, she zips in the gate as always, but there's no handbrake turn this time. 

"What, no handbrake turn this time pet?" I chuckle.

"No, No Tom, I have an extra passenger now and I have to be careful, don't I?" she says, as she looks down at her tummy and smiles.

"I love you babe, I love you both."

We wait in Mandy's office for Tim to arrive, and eventually he turns up catching us in a lovers embrace, he is somewhat shocked and embarrassed.

We outline what we are planning to do and how we might use the different birth certs to get married in a registry office. 

He seems reluctant to help, but he says he feels compelled to do so.

"Look guys, I don't like what you are planning, you are brother sister after all...I won't pretend I approve of your relationship. But, I will help you. 

Tom you are like a brother to me, and no matter what I will help, I just want you to understand where I stand...that's all." Tim says.

You can always trust Tim to speak his mind, even though he is not happy, he will help us.

"We know Tim, and we appreciate it...We really do, there's something else you should know, I...well Mandy is carrying our child." 

"I hope you don't mind me saying so Mandy." I say looking at Mandy, and she nods her head in approval.

"Dear God Tom...! You always did jump before you looked...Look; let's focus on the job at hand."

"I know, I know, but what do you think of our plan?" I say.

"Dodgy...Very dodgy, if ye were caught...Well, I don't know...I think ye'd be better off leaving the country altogether, what do ye think?" He asks us both.

"What do you mean Tim...Where would we go?" Mandy asks.

"America, nobody would know you there. And you could set up home there." 

"But we don't know anybody there...not to mention we'd be illegal's." I say.

"I know that, I know that. Look, I have an uncle in Boston, you remember Timothy don't you Tom?"

Tim was named after his uncle, he left for America at a young age and we haven't see him in years.

"Yes I do, we haven't seen him in years. How can he help us?"

"Well, remember I told you he left at seventeen, and he was an illegal himself, but he eventually got his citizenship with help from others. Well maybe he can help, what do ye think?"

"I don't know Tim...Do you think he would help us, what do you think Mandy?"

"Oh Tom, I'll travel to the ends of the earth with you, just to be with you." Mandy says.

"Right lads, I'll set things in motion and see what I can do...I'm not promising anything though."

"Thanks Tim, thank you so much, from both, well for all of us." I say, hugging him tightly.

Tim advises us both to keep a low profile, and we both agree and we leave the foundry; for me and Mandy, this is probably the last time we set foot in here. 

I hug Mandy tightly and promise I will take care of her and our baby, she leaves in her car, and I head off back to my hotel to gather my thoughts.

A week nearly goes by before Tim gets in contact with me, he says his uncle will help us and suggests we meet in the hotel to discuss the plan.

I text Mandy and she comes in, we both nervously wait in anticipation of Tim's news, finally he arrives at my room, and he begins to outline the plan.

"Ok guys I think you are set. I spoke to my uncle at length on the phone and he will help you both.

This is not without problems; you'll be looking over your shoulders for the rest of your life.

Once you get there you won't be able to come back, or even take a chance phoning home."

"You mean I can never have contact with my parents Tim?" Mandy asks, with a look of disbelief.

"That's exactly what I mean, it's a hard choice lads, but if you want to be together there is no other way. What do you say Tom?" Tim asks.

"We have no choice...its America, or nothing else." I say.

"Right, I'll make the arrangements and you guys be ready to leave, ok?"

"Ok Tim, I'll see you to the door." I say, and see him out

Mandy is frightened at the thought of leaving her parents, even though she is adopted they are the only mother and father she knows. I tell her it will be fine, it may be a bit rough at the start, but we'll find our way.

We have a future together along with our child in America I tell her, that's what counts most.

I see her off and I decide to back home in the morning to collect my passport and clothes.

My sleep is restless this night, but I know I'm not going to lose Mandy and our baby now.

Part iii coming soon.



Tom and Mandy Ch. 03



Tom Murray worked at a foundry in his home town, it's here he met Mandy Grady; our two lovers fell deeply in love not realising that they were brother and sister.

After the devastating truth comes out it shatters their world, Mandy is with child, it's the result of their incestuous passion, and now with the help of his lifelong friend Tim Bradley, they hope to make a new start in America, where finally they can be a family. 

*

"Tom...I'm sacred, I hope we are doing the right thing...Are we?" Mandy asks.

"We'll be fine...really, it's going to be ok; I promise you,it will." I say reassuringly.

Our flight is called for Boston USA, and nervously we board the jet, I keep thinking someone, I don't know who, will take my Mandy away from me.

We strap ourselves in and the plane roars into life, the plane takes off and as it rises into the sky it banks slightly and the pilot unknowingly gives us our last view of home.

Mandy is staring out the window, her eyes are filled with tears, and I touch her hand reassuringly and smile. I won't let you down Mandy, I won't. I think to myself.

After what seemed an eternity we touched down in Boston, we are both tried but excited as we get our first glimpse of the city from the air.

"Have you been to the USA before?" I whisper to Mandy.

"Yes...yes, mum and dad brought me to New York for a holiday when I was ten." She says, sadly.

"Well, we are here no together, let's make the best of it, all three of us."

"Ok Tom, I love you, love you so much."

We touchdown and after making our way through security we head to the baggage hall to collect our cases. 

Instinctively I pull my mobile out to text Tim, and it has already signed on to a network.

Heeding Tim's warning I switch my phone off and I tell Mandy to do the same.

It's been so long since I've seeing Tim's uncle I am not sure if I will recognise him, we are like two lost souls in the airport and Mandy has a worried look on her face.

Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder and turning around I see a somewhat older version of Tim, it's his uncle.

"Tom and Mandy,am I right?" he says.

"Yes...yes we are, you, you are Tim's uncle Timothy,aren't you?" I ask.

"Yes, that's me my boy, and this must be Mandy, Tim told me about you."

"Yes, yes, I am Mr Bradley." She says, looking relived. 

"Call me Uncle Tim, everybody does." He laughs

"Look, Uncle Tim, I...well, we can't thank you enough for helping us." I say.

"Now's not the time my boy, not here, let's get you both home safe first." He says, looking around.

We leave the airport and climb into his big black American SUV, its size has amazed me, I can scarcely believe how big it is. 

We set off for his home in Wolderbash; he tells us it's about a two hour drive to his house.

Mandy and I are amaze by the sheer size of the roads and the amount of traffic as they go about their business blissfully unaware of the two illegal aliens onboard the big SUV.

I glance back at Mandy in the back and I see she has fallen asleep.

Finally we arrive at Tim's house and I am staggered by its size, there's a high wall around the perimeter and electronic gates with CCTV cameras. 

He pushes a button and the gates swing open to greet us and we enter what I hope will be our sanctuary, our salvation.

"Right guys, this is going to be home now for a bit, best get used to it." He says.

"Are we here Tom?" Mandy asks sleepily, as she yawns waking up. 

"Yes, yes we are my love...God would you look at the size of the place." I say forgetting Tim is beside me.

I'm looking at all this and wondering how on earth does a simple construction company that Tim runs pay for all of this, it has to be worth a few million I think to myself.

"Thanks Tim, I have worked hard for this, the US has been good to me." He laughs, as he gets out.

"Come on guys, leave the cases, Come, come this way and meet my wife." Tim says eagerly.

We enter the big house, if we thought the outside was incredible well...the inside was like something out of an American Cribs show on the TV, Mandy looks at me in disbelief at the size of it.

There's more CCTV cameras inside as well, I start to wonder what exactly this guy has to be afraid of with so much security about the place, what has he got to hide? I wonder to myself. 

"Well now guys, this is Julie my wife, Julie these are the kids I told you about." Tim says.

I look at Julie, and somehow she looks familiar to me, she's about thirty and Uncle Tim I think is sixty, Tim never mentioned his uncle had a wife...I wonder why not? Well I suppose her forgot.

I suppose Timothy likes a young wife I guess. I think to myself. 

"Welcome, welcome Mandy and Tom, we are delighted you made it over safe, come, come this way I have food for you both." Julie says, pointing to a dining room.

"Thanks Mrs Bradley, we'd be lost only for you and Uncle Tim." I say

"Call me Julie and Tom, there's no need to thank me guys, we have to help family." She says, smiling.

"God Julie, your home is amazing, really beautiful." Mandy says.

"Yes...Yes, both Tim and I are proud of it." 

"Well Tom, how about a beer, I'd bet you could kill for a cold one?" Tim laughs.

"A cold beer would be most welcome, thanks."

"Come on this way to my Den, we'll leave the girls to get acquainted...That ok?" he asks

"Ya, ok, sure; lead the way."

We go into his Den, and it has it all, the pool table, video games, the works as the yanks might say.

He pulls me a glass of beer from his own bar and we settle down to talk but my eyes are drawn to yet more cameras, Jesus...! What is this guy up to? I think to myself.

"Oh, I see you noticed the cameras Tom." He laughs.

"Yes, yes I did, there are so many of them." I say, with a puzzled look on my face.

"Here, have a look at this, over here." He says, while pointing to a timber panelled wall.

Hopping up he takes a small remote from his pocked and presses it. 

A concealed door slides back slowly to expose an array of display monitors and computer equipment.

He presses the remote again and all the small TV's flicker into life, you can watch almost every location in the house, every place, even bed rooms from here.

He also has a pool to the rear and both it and his garage can also be seen from here, even the inside of the garage as well.

"I like to keep my eye on everything Tom; you never know when they might call." He chuckles.

Well, whoever 'They' are; you don't what to be here when they call Tom. I think to myself.

"Look buddy, I know you are tired but we need to talk...and, well, I would prefer if you keep Mandy out of the loop for now. Is that ok with you?" He asks, as he sips his beer.

I wonder why all the secrecy...? What have I let us in for? I think to myself.

"Sure Uncle Tim, sure, we are glad to be here. Thank you; thank you so much, for both of us."

"Ah, don't you worry about that...you'll do fine here, I'll see to that, I promised Tim I would."

"What are we going to do here, look...We have a little money, but...Will we be ok?"

"Don't worry about money Tom, you and Mandy will live here for a while, we'll look after you.

There is something I have to ask, did you bring any paperwork with you?"

"Just our passports and a few other bits...why, is it important?" I ask nervously.

"Where are they?" 

"In the case outside in the car, why?"

"Come on, show me." He says, getting up.

We go back out to the car and I take our cases out, Tim leads me around back to a big garage, and beside it is a small bungalow.

"This way Tom...Oh, and that's the guest house, it's going to be home for you and Mandy for a while, and don't worry, I have no cameras in there." He laughs, pointing to the bungalow.

"I use it for meetings now and then." He says.

I hand him the paperwork and passports and he carefully studies them all...shit, I notice Mandy has the two birth certificates in her papers. 

I start to panic a bit in case he spots we are brother and sister.

"Ok Tom, I'll keep the passports, you won't be needing them now, and the paperwork will be burned, and if you have phones give me them too." 

"Why do you need the passports?" I ask.

"Look, in two weeks time a couple like you and Mandy will return home with them, I have friends at the airport and it will look like you went back after a holiday. 

I will send the phones home with them, it's all arranged with my nephew...and well, that couple will fly back again in a few days using their own US passports, simple as that, ok buddy."

"Fine Uncle Tim...that's fine I guess." I say.

I turn to walk back to his house wondering if I have made a terrible mistake, Tim calls me back.

"I have a question Tom, ah, well...a personal one, I hope you don't mind?" He quizzes.

"No...No, go right ahead and ask." I say, in a nervous tone.

"Is Mandy pregnant?"

"Yes, yes she is, did your nephew Tim say something?"

"No...no he didn't, I know that look, I have a couple of kids here myself but they are away at college." He laughs.

"You're nephew never mentioned that to me, I wonder why not?"

"He wouldn't...they never mention my marriage to Julie, they don't like to talk about It.

I have a girl and a boy; they are twins in fact. My son is called Benjamin, and Rebecca is my daughter's name, they just turned nineteen and you'll meet them soon enough. I love my kids.

I can see he is looking at Mandy's paperwork, Jesus he knows, he knows we are brother and sister. I say to myself.

"Well, you're in the same boat as me Tom, aren't you?" 

"What do you mean the same boat as you?" I ask him.

"Mandy is your sister, well...Isn't she...? I'm not stupid buddy." He says, smiling.

Fuck the paperwork, our mothers name is on both certs...shit , we have been rumbled, what now? I say to myself panicking.

"Look, Tom, don't be ashamed, I know she was given up for adoption all those years ago, I was there visiting at the time. 

And well, to show you I trust you I'll let you in on a dirty little secret the Bradley family would sooner forget.

Julie my wife is my niece, she came over when she was ten, and I took a shine to her, and well, we married when she was eighteen." He says, rather proudly.

So that's why she was familiar to me, she's Tim's sister, he never said a word, nothing; all he said was that she was staying with his uncle in the US, and I thought no more about it at the time.

Jesus how old was she when he started banging her I wonder...Jesus Christ, any wonder Tim kept it quite. 

Well I have to say I am relieved by all of this, but I won't mention it to Mandy.

"Yes Uncle Tim, we, we are brother and sister, but I love her very much and...Well I won't mention any of this to Mandy, Ok?"

"That's fine Tim we both know where we stand now. Come on you must be starved, let's get some food into you." He says as he walks out of the garage.

After dinner Uncle Tim outlined to Mandy and me exactly what he expects of us, Mandy looks a bit more relaxed now that she feels at ease in our new surroundings.

He explains that we will have no contact with anyone except his family for a month or two while he set his plans in motion. The paperwork will take time he says, but not to worry.

"Ok guys, here's what I suggest you do. Tom you should grow a full beard, for now anyway. 

And Mandy, Julie will cut your hair up and she'll change the colour...blonde if you like. Ok?" He says.

"That's fine Uncle Tim; I've often wondered what I'd look like if I was blonde." Mandy says, giggling.

"A beard, well I suppose so...I, well, why not." I laugh.

"Well you know what they say Tom about a guys beard tickling a girls fancy...I, oh, sorry Mandy, I'm just kidding you guys, just kidding...that's all." He laughs.

"Ok Tim, the guys are tired I'm sure, let's get them settled in, ok?" Julie says, as she walks into the room.

"Yes, yes, you are right dear, come on guys I'll help carry the bags to the guest house." Tim says.

We carry the cases to the bungalow, and although it's small, it's very self contained. 

it has one bedroom with a bathroom attached; it has its own small kitchenette and cooking facilities. And a small reception room too.

It reminds me of Mandy's house at home, and I think we will be happy here for the time being.

"Tom, its perfect, isn't it?" Mandy says, as she looks around the guest house.

"Yes, this will do us fine until we find our way."

"Did you see the pool; and the hot tub as well?" she says, excitedly.

"Yes, yes I did. Uncle Tim has done well for himself."

"What's with all the cameras; they, they are all over the place?" she asks.

"Well, he's probably security mad or something, look, let's get some sleep, ok? 

We head to bed and Mandy hops in for a shower, after a while she comes out naked and I can see she is starting to show her pregnancy slightly. 

I get up to give her a hug and I place the palm of my hand on her tummy and I smile, she wraps her arms around my neck and we kiss slowly, passionately.

Mandy slides my hand down to her pussy pressing my fingers between her folds, she rubs my fingers up and down as we kiss slowly; she's getting wet.

"Do you think the baby would mind my love?" I whisper in here ear.

"No, not a bit, I want your cock Tim, it's been a long time and I need a good fuck babe."

"Oh, so you'd like to fuck, would you?" I say, with a big grin on my face.

"Come, get your clothes off and take it out, I want it in my mouth now, right now."

Before I even get my top off Mandy sends my pants and jocks down to my ankles and she starts to lick my cock and balls, she pumps me to get more of my pre-cum flowing and licks and sucks my cockhead slowly, savouring my every drip.

"God, I missed this, I missed your cock so much my love." She sighs, as she snuggles her face to my crotch.

"I missed it too; I missed having you suck me my love."

Pushing me back on the bed Mandy removes my shoes, socks, pants etc, she climbs aboard and starts to get to work on my hard cock; up and down my shaft she slides, getting wetter and wetter, moaning as she presses her pussy hard to my cock.

"Ohh...fuck Tom, Jesus, I missed this, fuck you are so hard." She moans.

I pull her close to me so that I can suck her wonderful nipples; I begin to massage her tits as I suck her nipples and I can't believe it, I get milk! Yes milk, not a lot, but it's there a little bit already. 

I suck as hard as I can and she moans loudly her delight.

"Go easy babe, there will be more than enough for you and the baby soon." She giggles.

"I love the taste of you milk Mandy, But I want your honey too." I sigh.

She slowly lowers her wet pussy to my eager lips and I get deeply aroused by her scent, I push my face in as hard as I can and deeply inhale the intoxicating smell of her wet pussy. 

I am like a starved man on death row; I lick and suck that wet pussy as if it would be the last time I would.

God! I can't get enough of her sweet, sweet nectar and Mandy moans her delight at my sucking and licking, I hear her giggle to herself and I ask her what's up.

"Oh, I was just wondering babe, wondering what it will feel like when you have a beard and you lick my pussy." She laughs.

"Tickle you're fancy, is that what you mean?" I say, laughing.

"Yes, yes babe I want your cock in my fancy, right now." She giggles.

Slowly she slides down my naked body leaving a wet stick trail like a snail; she begins again to polish my cock with her wet pussy lips, sliding up and down my shaft slowly. Guiding me into her pussy she moans and whimpers as she slides me in deep into her inner chamber of love.

"Ohhhh...God, Tom, fuck, fuck it's so big, so big and hard my love." She gasps.

Slowly Mandy starts to fuck my cock, each time she rises and plunges my shaft back in deep she moans her delight and her body quivers with the delight of ecstasy.

Faster and faster she rides my shaft, she thrusts her pussy down as hard as she can, desperately trying to get me in deeper. 

And I start to worry about our baby.

"Mandy...Mandy, go easy my love we...the baby?" I moan.

"Oh Tom, you are silly my love, the baby will be fine, really. 

Now come on; take me from behind, please. She moans, as she gets off me and gets on her knees.

I take my place behind her and slowly I guide my cock back into her wet pussy, I begin to slowly fuck my lover and she groans and moans her delight as I sink in deep to her pussy.

"Come on my love, fuck me, fuck me hard, show me...Show us how much you love us." she gasps.

I begin to drive my cock in hard; I can see Mandy has the corner of a pillow gripped tightly between her teeth as she tries to stifle her loud moans of delight. 

Faster and faster I drive my cock in, each stroke of my shaft pulls more and more of her honey out of her wet pussy and it runs down my balls dripping onto the sheets below.

"Fuck babe, I've been dying to fuck you, Jesus, its good, so very good, you are so wet." I moan.

"I know, I know my love, Ooh god, that's it...Harder Tom, harder, please!" She moans deeply.

My balls begin to tighten and I can feel them ready to explode, suddenly like a burst of electricity I start to unload my balls deep into her pussy.

"Fuck! Mandy, oh...Christ, I am cumming! I'm cumming! Jesus your pussy...oh fuck, take it, take it all." I gasp 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!...Ohhh god yes, fill me, fill me up, oh...Fuck, my pussy, Jesus I'm cumming! She groans loudly as she drives her pussy hard to my balls.

My cum begins to overwhelm her pussy and it seeps out around my cock coating my balls with our love juices. 

With one last hard thrust I drive of my shaft in as deep as I can as the last of my cum leaks from my cock. The force of my final thrust sends Mandy flat to the bed. 

We are both gasping for air as we struggle to catch our breath, god! I have never had sex this hot; this wet...Jesus, what a ride, what an amazing ride I think to myself.

"Are you ok Mandy my love?" I ask, as I place kisses to the back of her neck.

"Fuck, yes...Jesus Tom, my pussy, my pussy...It's, ohhh fuck, it's on fire, thank you my love, thank you." She sighs, as her heaving body struggles to fill her lungs with air.

Wrapping our arms around each other we drift off into the black, the warm embrace of our passion gently guides us into a deep, deep blissful slumber.

Over the next few weeks we slip into a routine, Mandy and I pass the days planning our new life here with our baby. 

I tell her I hope we have more children, lots more. She thinks it's so funny that it's me who wants more kids.

Even though this is like living in paradise we both begin to feel like birds in a gilded cage, we long to be able to go out, you know, just someplace for a walk in privacy, it's all the cameras; they make me nervous. 

And I long to be working, paying my way, after all I will be a father soon, and I want to provide for my family; a man has to provide for his family I think to myself.

Early one morning around 6:30am I am awoken by voices outside the guest house, nervously I peep out the side of the curtains wondering who's there.

I watch as Uncle Tim in a dressing gown and a young man approach the house, I panic, but instead they go into the garage.

My curiosity about Tim gets the better of me and I sneak out, and I find the side door to the garage slightly open, just enough for me to peep in and hear their conversation unnoticed.

I get a shock, the young man is no older than eighteen or nineteen, and he has brown curly hair wearing board shorts and a T-shirt. And both he and Tim are eating their faces off kissing.

Jesus-fucking-Christ! He likes boys too, I think to myself.

I struggle to hear what they are saying as their passion for each other heats up, I hear Tim ask.




Tom and Mandy Ch. 04



Tom Murray and Mandy Grady are brother and sister; Mandy is pregnant and they both yearn to be a normal family; a husband and wife.

Our lovers make their escape to America with the help of Tom's lifelong friend Tim Bradley.

Tim's uncle in Boston comes to the rescue promising the guys a new identity but, as Tom finds out, the Bradley family in Boston are not quite what he expected.

Even though our lovers are brother and sister they are surprised at their host family's antics.

*****

We all sit down to breakfast, and if anyone looked in the window they would assume we were just a normal family; well, I use that term loosely. 

Julie and Mandy, I mean Martha Bradley of course; are busy chatting away, and Uncle Tim and Ben are playing footsie under the table; I swear Tim is like a sex starved animal as his hand, from what I can see; is tugging on Ben's cock, yes at the table for fucks sake!

Martha is blissfully unaware of their carry on as she chats with Julie, I can see Julie glancing at the two guys and she looks like she has decided to step in before they start fucking each other on the table. 

"All right boys, cut out the fooling, there's plenty of time for that later." She giggles.

"Yes mom, sorry." Ben says, and both Tim and Ben giggle like little kids.

Martha looks a bit perplexed at the going on, and she looks at me and I just shrug my shoulders, as if I don't know what she is on about. I decide we should go to our house, so after excusing ourselves we start to leave the kitchen, but Tim calls me back.

"Don't forget the paperwork in the Den Patrick." He says.

Martha looks at me and she is puzzled by it all, I just gesture her to follow me, and I'll explain it to her when I collect our paperwork. Finding ourselves back at the bungalow I open the documents and spread them out on our table.

"Why did he call you Patrick Tom?" she asks, looking puzzled.

"That's my new name Martha, here look at this." I say, handing her the documents.

"Are these real, really real?" 

"Yes, yes they are. I am now Patrick Bradley, Tim's nephew and you are my wife Martha, see there's our marriage licence." I say, gesturing my approval of the marriage licence.

"Is this stuff real? I...I'm Martha, Martha Bradley, that's my name now?"

"Yes my love, we are one-hundred-percent legal and above board." I reassure her.

"God, how are we to pay for it all Tom, oh...I mean Patrick. This must cost an awful lot of money and you have no job yet." She says with a worried look on her face.

"He's got that fixed up too, I start a new job in a week or so as a welder, he says the money is good and we'll do fine. 

But I have to hand over twenty-percent of my wages for the next five years, that's how.

This is what we have been hoping for, we are now legally husband and wife, and you are having our baby. We'll be just like all the other families you and I."

"But we never got married, did we?" She sighs.

"No, no we didn't, I, Well maybe we can get married in Vegas, or something like that." I say.

"I suppose so, we are together that's all that counts." She says, raising her eyebrows in approval.

I decide to tell her about Tim and his family; well they are not exactly normal, are they.

"Look Martha, there's something you should know about the Bradley's, they, well they are not like normal families." I say, nervously.

"What do you mean not normal? Are you referring to the way Ben and his father were behaving at the table, is that it?"

"You saw that?" I say, in a surprised tone.

"Huh, do you think I'm blind, well...I saw Tim tugging his son's cock, well, the bit I could see anyway."

"Yes, yes that's what I mean." I say.

"When did you find out, come on, tell the truth and shame the devil." She laughs.

"I saw them in the garage the other morning, you know, fucking."

"So that's why you were so hard, you got hot watching them fucking, is that it?" She says, with a smirk on her face.

"Yes, I...Ok, I saw them fucking, and I got hot, satisfied are you?" I say, blushing.

"Aww, you are blushing pet, it's ok, really, but, don't get any ideas, will you?"

"No, no way, never, never ever, not even a chance; I only like pussy, only your pussy babe." I say, laughing.

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear Patrick. Julie has lent me a swimsuit; do you want to have a swim?"

"No I'm good, you have a swim and I'll sit and admire."

"You're bit of a perv my love aren't you, first it's watching a couple of gay's shagging; and now you want to leer at me in a swimsuit, oh my, what's a girl to think." She giggles.

I wait for Martha at the poolside and I relax on a lounger with a cold beer, she comes out and her little baby bump shows through nicely.

I even think her pussy has got a little puffier, the pussy lips have lick me written all over them as they proudly protrude through the swimsuit.

"What do you think." She asks, doing a little twirl.

"Sexy, babe, real sexy, but come here, come closer." I say, with a grin on my face.

When she is close enough I grab her hips and I push my face into her crotch inhaling deeply, and ohhh, fuck...what a scent.

"Patrick you perv, what...stop that, stop now." She says, trying to sound cross.

"Hey, can I help it if that pussy smells so nice, well, can I?" I say, with an innocent look on my face.

We both start laughing, and it is been a long time since we both had a good belly laugh.

She takes a short run and jumps into the pool with a big splash, it is so good to hear her laugh again, it's been a long road for the two of us, and we are getting there slowly. 

I have a job, and that's a good start, a very good start, I think to myself.

As I lay half dreaming on the lounger I hear a car coming up the long drive, it's a little red sports car and it zips right up to the garage. A young girl hops out; I take it to be Rebecca, Tim's daughter.

She's dressed in a cheer leaders outfit; the top has an abbreviated college name and the skirt barely covers her ass, and I can see she is wearing nice white bikini briefs.

Fuck this girl is hot, I mean really drop dead gorgeous hot, her pussy sticks out way more than Martha's and it makes an amazing cameltoe in her knickers, and needless to say I am getting hard fast as I watch this girl. 

"Hey guys, you must be Patrick and Martha; cool." she says.

"Hi Rebecca, yes we are, Martha is in the pool having a swim." I say, as I watch this hottie.

"Call me Beccy; Rebecca makes me sound real old." She giggles, and wiggles her amazing ass.

"Hi Becky, it's good to meet you." Martha says, as she climbs out of the pool.

Martha throws me a dirty look, and...I, well I know why, oops, there's that tent I am trying to hide with my hands and it's leaking, leaking a lot; oh my, what a hot body Beccy has, and I can't blame Tim for wanting to fuck her.

"Hi Martha, Oh, you are wearing a swimsuit, I'm going to have a dip myself. Beccy says.

I am sipping a beer as she starts to strip off; I nearly swallowed the bottle at the sight of Beccy. 

Oh, dear god I have died, I must have, I think. She has tits that are amazing, there the kind that would make a baby go wow! Really, she has to be a DD, and the just jut out proudly from her chest, no sagging there yet.

She kicks off her trainers and ankle socks and then, down goes the skirt and she just whips off the knickers tossing them in the pile of clothes; god I could happily eat those knickers right now!

She stands there fixing her blonde hair flexing her tanned body as if it was nothing, Jesus, I...oh fuck that pussy, fuck it's incredible. She's not shaved, but her pussy is nicely trimmed and the whole package is exquisite, really, I could stare at it forever.

I can see Martha is gobsmacked by her display, and her eyes follow Becky as she enters the pool, she looks at me and wags her finger in a 'no way Jose!' manner letting me know that she...Well it's her pussy only for me, and I laugh and so does she at the display.

Just then I see Tim coming from the back of the house in his dressing gown, he comes over to us.

"Hey, I see you guys have met my Rebecca, she's something else, isn't she?" He says, gleefully.

"Yes, we've had the pleasure Uncle Tim." Martha says.

"Oh, before I forget, you are both insured on my car now, and as it's a holiday tomorrow Martha can take you down the road for a spin and get you driving Patrick, what do you say."

"Thanks Uncle Tim, thank you very much." I say.

"There's an industrial complex down the highway a bit, and there is lots of open asphalt to practice on, ok?" he says.

"That's fine; Martha is a good driver, and an excellent teacher."

"Ok, I'm just going to say hello to my baby." He says, and strips off his robe.

He is naked as a jay bird under the robe, his cock is already at half-mast in anticipation of that amazing pussy, he dives right in and swims to his daughter and pulls her into his arms and they begin to kiss hungrily and passionately.

Martha looks at me; her jaw is almost touching the ground with shock from the sight of the daughter and father making out. 

She looks at me and gestures me to go into our house; reluctantly I leave the erotic show, Jesus, if I can't have that pussy...well it would be nice to see one man enjoying it anyway. 

Fuck! I swear this girl would turn a gay man straight. 

"Fuck, Jesus Patrick, I, well you are right, god did you see the way they were going at each other?"

"Yes, I did notice they were awfully glad to see each other." I say, innocently.

"You randy fucker, look, look at the way your cock is sticking out." She giggles.

"Well, I, ah...Oh come on Martha, what do you expect, I'm, well I got horny just looking at them."

"It's ok my love, just so long as you remember you can only fuck my pussy." She laughs.

"Well, if that is the way, you can only have my cock." I say, laughing.

"Ok you perv, let me do something for that hard cock, sit there and take off you bottoms." She purrs.

So I drop my shorts and sit in the chair, my cock is oozing pre-cum, and she gets to work licking and pumping my shaft. 

Jesus, I am so hot and horny from the porno show outside, that I begin to fantasise about Beccy, and how I would love to have her lick my drooling cock right now.

"That's it Martha, suck it, suck my cock hard, ohhh, so good; so very good." I moan.

"Mmmm, you are really hard my love. If Beccy has this affect on you I...well perhaps you watching her strip is not a bad thing." She giggles.

"Ya, well I bet you are wet too, aren't you, come on admit it?" I say.

"Well...I, ok, I am. Who can blame me, I got horny just watching your cock tenting." She laughs.

And she starts to take me in; in all the way back deep in her throat, sucking, and pumping my cock hard.

"Ohh fuck, that's good, real good my love. Mmm. Oh...god, I'm going to cum babe...Jesus." I moan.

"That's it my love, let it out, let all your tasty cum out for me." She sighs.

"Ohh Fuck! I'm cumming...Jesus, I, I'm cumming! Suck me Beccy! Suck me hard you hot bitch." I exclaim as my balls begin to pump cum. Oh Fuck! What have I said?

Martha stops sucking me and she looks pissed, really pissed at my sudden statement.

"You fucker...You were fantasizing about her, weren't you, weren't you Patrick?" She exclaims.

"I, oh shit, I'm sorry my love, really I am, I...It just, well it just slipped out, I didn't mean anything by it." I say, as the guilt fills my face.

"Slipped out my ass! You were thinking of her while I sucked your cock, weren't you?" She snaps at me.

"Awww, come on Martha, I, well I couldn't help myself, really. And I was only fantasizing, it's not like I, well it's not like she is doing it, is she?"

Martha is still pissed with me, and just to show me how much; she squeezes my balls hard, and I do mean hard.

"Jesus Christ Martha! My balls, my balls, let go for Christ's sake." I plead.

"Just so long as you remember that this cock is mine, all mine, Got it?" She says.

"Jesus, of course, of course my love, yours, all yours." I say, wincing in pain.

"Right, now go get cleaned up." She laughs. 

Fucking hell, my balls, my poor balls, fuck, they are sore and washing them only causes more pain.

It is so bad I get some ice from the icebox to try and cool them down a bit, and Martha just watches me in my agony and laughs at my pain. You don't mess with this girl I think to myself.

The following morning Martha got me up early for a driving lesson, we grab Uncle Tim's keys off the hall table and we get into his car, she starts the car and it gives a growling rasp from the exhaust as she pumps the accelerator.

"Fuck, this thing has power." She says excitedly.

"Don't get any ideas, will you honey." I plead, remembering how fast she likes to drive.

"Just testing my love, just testing." She laughs.

With a push of a button the big front gates open to let us out. This is our first time off the property for weeks and weeks, and it is like escaping from prison.

Martha pulls the gear-leaver all the way back to position D, and she guides the car out slowly onto the road.

"See my love it's easy, just like the karts. One pedal to go, one to stop, ready?" she says, smirking.

She floors the throttle and holy fuck! I am buried back into my seat as this big SUV leaps forward its tyres screeching as they scrabble to grip the road. Jesus this thing is fast, really fucking fast, I am holding on for dear life.

"Martha! For fucks sake will you slow down? Please!" I beg.

"Relax my love, just stretching my legs that's all." She giggles.

"Well, could you please slow down, please?"

"Ohh, alright, you spoilsport." She laughs, as she starts to let the car slow.

No sooner were the words out of her mouth a police car zips up fast from behind us with its lights flashing and siren blaring. The cop uses his loudspeaker to order us to pull over. 

"Mandy! Jesus, what the fuck have you done; the cops...Oh shit, the cops." I say, panicking.

"Easy Patrick, Its Martha now; remember, and for fucks sake chill. I'll do the talking." She says.

We pull over and the cop pulls in front of us to block our car in.

"Ok, you in the vehicle, hands on your heads and don't move." He says, barking the order to us over the loudspeaker.

I watch the cop as he exits his car and draws his sidearm, fuck his gun is like a cannon, and I'm starting to shit bricks here I don't mind saying. 

He slowly approaches the side of the car and stands there pointing his gun at us.

"Ok, you, you sir slowly open the door and get out. One false move and I will drop you." He says.

I slowly open my door out fully and I pause, I just freeze with fright.

"Please officer, I, please don't shoot." I beg.

"Get out! Get the fuck out now!" He shouts.

I slowly step out of the car keeping my hands on my head.

"Please don't hurt my husband officer." Martha begs.

"Mam...Shut-the-fuck up! And keep your hands on your head." He growls at Martha.

"Down on the ground now, now!" He shouts at me as he points the gun in my face.

He pushes me to the ground and with the gun pushed into the back of my skull he places handcuffs on me. He pulls me up to my knees and just stands there glaring at me.

"Right mam, you stay right where you are. Now, where did you steal this vehicle from?" He barks.

"Jesus Christ officer, we didn't steal it, my Uncle Tim...Timothy Bradley, he lent it to us." I blurt out in a panic.

"Oh ya, he did, did he?" He says, sarcastically.

"Yes officer, he did, he really did give us the car." Martha says, nervously. 

"Ok, let's see some identification buddy." He says to me.

"My wallet it...It's, it's in my back pocket officer." I say, shaking with fright.

He slowly moves around me and he pats my pocket to check if the wallet is there before pulling it out.

"Well let's just see who you are, shall we." He says, as he opens my wallet and takes my licence out.

"Well now, Patrick Bradley, is that you sir." He asks.

"Yes, yes officer, Uncle Tim I, well, I'm his nephew, and...and this is my wife Martha" I stammer, nervously.

He just stands there just looking from me to Martha, and slowly he places his gun back in its holster and he begins to smile at us.

"Well why didn't you say so, huh buddy. I hope I didn't scare you folks now did I?" He says laughing.

Scare me! Jesus I have almost shit my pants, and he asks did he scare us. Jesus!

"I tried to officer, I, well I panicked, I'm sorry." I say.

"Here, let me get those cuffs off for you Pat; is it ok if I call you Pat?"

"Sure office, sure, Pat's fine." I say, in a much relived tone of voice.

He removes the cuffs and I stand back up, I place my hands on my ass and using my fingers I push what is sticking out of my ass back. 

Ya, I almost crapped my jocks; I mean fuck! That gun, that gun that was stuck in my head. If he even twitched it could have go off.

"Well, this has just been a stupid mistake that's all. I know Uncle Tim's car and I thought it was stolen, a simple mistake, you understand, don't you guys?" He asks.

"Yes officer, yes a simple mistake." We say, chiming in together.

"Where are you headed for Pat, Mrs Bradley?" He asks.

"I was just taking my husband out for a drive officer." Martha says, with a relived look on her face.

"Well ok Mam, but maybe slow down just a bit, will you please. It's why I was stopping you in the first place."

"I am sorry officer, its Uncle Tim's car, it's really fast." She says, innocently.

"Ya that car of Uncle Tim's is something alright, she's fully loaded." He laughs.

"It sure is officer." I say.

"Well guys, you're free to go. I am Officer Danny Lasko and this is my beat, you be sure to tell Uncle Tim Danny was asking for him, won't you?" He says with a big smile.

"Yes officer, we will." I say.

We watch as he climbs back into his cruiser and drives off down the road.

"Phew, Jesus that was close Martha...I, well I told you to slow down, Jesus!" I say, trying to settle myself.

"How-the-fuck! did I know he was there; huh, where the fuck did he come from?" She snaps back.

"How the fuck should I know where, just, just take it easy will you." 

I hop back into the car and we continue onto the industrial complex. Tim is right there's nobody around and there is lots of room for me to practice driving. 

Martha shows me how the car can just poodle about under its own steam without using the accelerator, I hop in and after a few shaky starts I manage to steer the car slowly around the asphalt.

Slowly but surely I begin to get confidence and I start practicing stopping and starting, Martha get's me to do all sorts of manoeuvres, stopping, setting off and using the indicators.

She tells me that she will accompany me to work for a few weeks until I get used to driving by myself.

"Ok, Pat, hey I prefer Pat, do you mind." She asks.

"No, I don't mind love."

"Ok, you are going to drive us home now." 

"What...! me, I have to drive us home, are you sure?" I say, in a shocked tone.

"Ya, sure, just take it easy and watch the mirrors."

"Ok, but if I crash...Well it's your fault." I chuckle.

"Ok, now slowly drive to the exit, and put on the left turn signal as you approach the stop sign."

I do as instructed and pull the car up to the stop sign at the exit putting on my indicator.

"Ok, now look both ways and check for traffic, and when it's clear pull out easy. And remember, they drive on the other side of the road in America, ok?" 

I pull onto the road and gently accelerate; Martha keeps her eyes firmly on me as I drive along.

I'm not driving fast, but I got to say I am really impressed with myself.

We eventually arrive back at Tim's home and like before Martha pushes the button for the gates to open, and I drive the in car slowly and carefully up to the garage and stop.