Storiesonline.net ------- New Secrets by John D Copyright© 2012 by John D ------- Description: This is the nine chapter book that shows Andy’s relationship with Sarah blossoming while Rhea still has problems with Nathan. Andy gets closer to Scarlet, Grace has a date or two and Abi has a revelation that changes everything. It is the sequel to New Pleasures Codes: MF cons het oral anal mastrb pett toys exhib sch ------- ------- Prologue "Sit over a bit," I told my "date" as she squirmed in the restaurant; we had just finished dessert and had been chatting as if the previous few years – and our previous tribulations – had not existed. "The sun's in my eyes," she moaned and returned to being off-centre on the two-person table that was well away from the rest of the group, celebrating my niece's birthday. Rhea came to alleviate me of my credit card, and I smiled at the youthful look of my ex-partner who averted her eyes. "It's just in Iceland, if an unmarried girl sits on the corner of a table it's said she will be single for seven years!" She laughed – more of courtesy than amusement - and licked her lips. I guessed her failures in her love life were a bit of a sore point, but it was a subject I had intentionally avoided until a few moments previous. "And I probably will be single for another seven years," she said after a moment. "I am not lucky in that department." "No ... me neither," I confessed and her characteristic smile returned. "I mean I did have someone. Someone who I loved a lot and had to be patient with, but we sort of messed it up." She laughed and rubbed her hands together. "That could be any of your exes, right?" She rubbed her top lip and ran her hands through her hair, shaking it back behind her shoulder. "And I know what happened with some of yours," I teased, and she poked her tongue out at me. "So we both have trust or commitment issues," she remarked as she laid back on the chair. I took a gulp of my wine as Rhea reappeared with a credit card machine, and I punched in my four digit code; I had promised I would pay for her daughter's birthday party but wasn't sure how a meal for twenty-odd adults and a birthday party meal in the suite next door for around thirty children had come to over £2,500. My dining partner looked away as I passed the machine back and she stared at her plate. "You've done well," she told me, moving the subject on and shrugged. "I mean, I always knew you'd do well in life, you have that ability but I didn't see you being an entrepreneur." "Ahh yeah ... well that was Fiona. My ummm ... well the girl from Uni. Always a friend but not all that much of a girlfriend, if you know what I mean." "Yeah I remember her," she said stoically. Her face didn't brighten up as I told her about the recent sale of the company and she just took a deep breath. "My place in Cheshire is closing ... well down-sizing or economising. I don't know the difference so I will be going back home which is not where I want to be." I went to open my mouth, and she just slowly shook her head; if I was going to offer financial help it would not be wanted. It was the first part of the afternoon where our conversation had petered out, and I just hummed. She put her hands on top of mine on the table and squeezed them. "I mean ... if it's money," I started, unable to resist, and she shushed me. "It would be wrong to accept any more of your hospitality," she told me with a firmness to her voice. "I..." She hesitated and wiped her eyes. "Sorry," she muttered. "You meant a lot to me, and I just wish things could have been different. But they weren't and ... I need to know what you are thinking." "Thinking?" "About me." I spluttered and hummed. "Well ... I'm glad to see you. I know Rhea got you down with the best of intentions..." " ... But you wish I hadn't come?" My ex-lover finished for me, and I shook my head with a scowl. "Not at all." I retrieved her hands that she had removed from my grasp a few seconds previous and looked into her eyes. "It was unexpected. You've had hours, days, weeks, I don't know, to prepare for today. To work out what you think. I 'aven't. All I have is lots of raw emotions, and I loved you to bits. Really adored you and was heartbroken when it ended. So when I saw you, I felt butterflies and just..." I trailed off, and she averted her eyes. "I'm sorry for how it ended," she told me. "But you were a bastard too especially at..." "Yeah, I know," I admitted and tapped the table. "You hurt those who you love the easiest as you know them better," I told her philosophically and then smiled. "We both fucked up at different times. And it wasn't just with you. I messed up relationships with everyone." She squeezed my hand again and giggled. "Then it's something we have in common," she told me as a waiter arrived at our table. Rhea appeared as our plates got cleared away and crouched down alongside our table with her familiar mischievous look in her eye. "You seem to be getting on well again. Just one question, when you two get married..." "Married?" "Well, to be honest you two are getting on a bit and it's about time you both found someone and got married. The ole biological clock and all that. And I'm closer to being married than either of you have ever been and that's not on. Si and Mum were dropping hints up until a few months ago and I'm buggered if the little sister should marry before the big brother, Andy. So when you do I wanna be a bridesmaid. And Izzy, not to mention little Emma." "Emma?" I asked, and she rubbed her belly. "How do you know it's a girl?" I enquired, and she shrugged. "Of course it's a girl and I presume from the way you are holding hands and you've had that silly bovine look in your eyes all feckin' meal you will not be needing the spare room?" I looked at my companion who giggled unexpectedly as she answered. "Oh come on Rhea, you know what we are like." I shrugged, and Rhea sighed. "Good. Because it's t'other the end of the house and I want to sleep there if you two are going to be sleeping together. You've never had quiet sex with her; it was disgusting whenever I heard you." We both laughed and looked at Rhea. "Haven't you let that one drop yet?" "Have I bollocks! And I don't want Izzy hearing your filthy sex," she warned. "She will only ask questions, and it's me that has to answer them." I gulped and waited for Rhea to walk away and looked back at my companion. "So ... was that just for Rhea/?" She shrugged. "Don't you want to see if the magic is still there?" She asked with a smile. "Oh come on, you know what I am like. I need cuddles." "Yeah," I said, returning her beaming smile. "I know all about you. And that's why I loved you." I waited for the pause, and she looked down at her wineglass. "And always have done." ------- "You took your time," Rhea moaned as I walked in with a bag of shopping. "You only had eight items on the list. What happened?" "Well, I, er, I met Sophia." Rhea, who had made a beeline for the bags stopped. "The really timid one," she asked, and I nodded. "The churchy one, the one who I really hated. The one who you tormented for ages. The one who..." "Yes!" I snapped. "You know which ex I am talking about." I sighed and groaned. "She's a nice girl, but I've not seen her for ages, so I took her to the café opposite the Supermarket. She didn't want to go at first, but I pleaded and she came." Rhea sniffed. "I thought you were giving it another go with..." "Oh I am," I told her quickly and shut the kitchen door. "I wanted to apologise over what happened at the wedding reception when I, um, when I..." "When you fucked Sarah." Rhea interrupted, and I squirmed. "I understand, she looked so wonderful in her dress. Proper caused a scene." "Well I haven't seen her since and I did a nasty thing that day." Rhea grinned and put her hand on my arm. "What did she say?" "She wasn't convinced I meant it, but I explained what had happened with my life, and she is getting married herself, but I doubt I'll get an invite." Rhea smiled. "No, maybe not." "But I am glad I spoke to her. I should never have dated her and really wished I hadn't. I destroyed her at the time, but she says she has forgiven me." "Yeah, I wouldn't have." "I know. But you forgave Simon." She gulped and licked her lips. "I do have one question though." "Why her?" Rhea asked, and she rubbed her nose as I nodded. She studied my face and sighed. "'Cause she made you happy. She always made you happy. There was something in your eyes when you were with her." She paused and put her arm around me. "OK, so I have this reputation of being a nasty bitch and that I don't see other people's feeling and emotions, but I do. And I saw how much she meant to you and I've always known that she was the one for you." I nodded. "I'm impressed," I told her. "Really impressed." "Yeah," she muttered and then smiled. "And you set her name as your password on your computer." "You've been on my computer?" I asked incredulously, and she sniffed. "Of course I've been on your computer," she snapped. "Oh don't look so surprised, picking the name of an ex-girlfriend as your password made it so easy. And those bookmarks, bro ... we need to have words!" "Do you mind?" I asked as I blushed and Rhea just cackled. "Private." "Do you really want to meet a girl that does ... that?" Rhea asked, but I had no idea what she was on about. "Fuck; that's proper depraved. We really need to have words." ------- "Andyyyyyy," cried an excited voice and Izzy left her mothers hand and came running over to see me. They were sat on a bench in Regents Park, and fresh from a little reunion with an old College friend, who was doing very well as an erotic photographer, I promised I would take my sister and niece to London Zoo. "Hiya," I muffled as my bottom half was attacked by an overly enthusiastic five-year-old. Rhea looked at me disapprovingly. "You are 25 minutes late," she grumbled, and I blamed Boris which she didn't believe. "You alone?" "She is doing some retail therapy in Oxford Street," I said, referring to my new (and old) girlfriend and Rhea snorted. Her financial situation was far from healthy, and she had made it clear that she was uncomfortable with lavish spending sprees being conducted in her presence. "Shall we go in?" Rhea fumbled about her purse for the entrance money, but I put two crisp notes in the hatch and Rhea scowled at me. "I can afford to take my daughter out," she wailed as we entered. Izzy looked up at me and shook her head. "You're making Mummy cross." "Yeah, sorry." "Well don't do it again," the little girl warned, and Rhea raised her eyebrows at me. "It's so hard. Your mummy gets cross at everything," I replied and Izzy scowled. "She does not! Mummy gets cross when you're naughty." I snorted, and we passed the ice cream stall by the entrance. "Hey, do you want an ice cream?" I asked Izzy, and she nodded and then looked up at Rhea. I fished in my pockets for a couple of coins and watched her queue up. She knew how to buy ice creams on her own; I had made her do it many times before. "I heard that our house will be getting a new occupant," Rhea said as Izzy reached the top of the queue. "Yeah, well it's only for a few months, maybe. Just see how things pan out, y'know." "When were going to tell me?" "Well, it's just that..." I squirmed. "I don't like her." "Yeah, something like that." "I just don't know what you see in her. Never have done." "Then why did you set us back up together?" Rhea sighed. "Because you loved her. And I love you" "And you like to complicate my life." "Well that goes without saying," my sister teased and smirked at me. "But you can do that yourself." "True," I agreed. Of course, things only really got complicated for me when I got a girlfriend... ------- Chapter 1 "You need to tell Abi," Mum said the moment the car sprang into life and moved away from Sarah's house. "Why? She isn't-" "She has been your lover," Mum replied, her eyes looking across to the passenger seat. "Don't let her find out through someone else." I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, groaning theatrically. I knew Mum was right but didn't know what I was going to say to her or how she would react. It was true that Abi had always encouraged me to seek a relationship with Sarah, but she was my lover and our relationship would have to change fundamentally. I wondered how Abi would react when faced with this reality. I picked out my phone and held it in my hand for a moment before looking back at Mum. "Can you drop me off at her house?" I asked. "I want to do it in person." A smile flickered over Mum's face, and she nodded. "Yes, but I can't wait, you'll need to make your own way home." "I know," I replied looking out of the window at a passing train overtaking us. "But I should see her before we go to Cumbria." Mum pursed her lips. "Yes, you should really." It was hard to read Mum at times, she seemed to suppress a grin, or a knowing smile, but wasn't sure if that was approval at what I was going to do or just her imagining how the conversation between Abi and I would pan out. This began to eat away at me, what would I say and how would I say it? Suddenly, I became anxious, experiencing deja-vu from when I asked Abi out and not sure how she would take it. I reasoned that I was being big-headed or arrogant, if Abi wanted to date me then she would have said yes when I asked. She didn't go out with me because she didn't want to go out with me, and she would probably show little interest in my news. The reverse could also be true, perhaps Abi was playing 'hard to get' and that the fact that Sarah and I were now dating would disappoint her. Perhaps she would go crazy with the bread knife and slaughter me into little bits. I began to worry, and Mum looked over at me. "What are you thinking?" I let out a small laugh. "Nothing," I replied, and certain that she wouldn't believe, or wouldn't want to believe the truth, and I put the thoughts out of my mind. Mum glanced over and pulled the car into a space a few doors down from Abi's house, and she put her hand on my knee. "Be nice to her," Mum warned and I bit my lip and nodded. "And don't be home too late." "I will be," I said. "And I won't be home too late." Mum watched me as I got out of the car and waved as she pulled away towards the town centre. My hands trembled as I walked up towards Abi's house, and I didn't look back towards Mum driving down the road. I could feel the white heat on the back of my neck, and I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. The black door of Abi's ground floor flat was in front of me and I knocked stoutly, hearing movement behind. "Hello Andy," Angela said in a bubbly voice the moment she saw me and I nodded, speechless for a moment. "Is Abi in?" I asked. Angela nodded and pointed towards Abi's door. "You OK?" "Yeah," I squeaked. Angela cocked her head to one side; she clearly didn't believe me. I knocked on Abi's door and poked my head around it to see Abi sorting out her books. "Hello stranger," she teased, our eyes meeting across the cluttered bedroom. "Your mother kicked you out yet?" I spluttered and stood in the doorway motionless. "It's Sarah," I stammered and bit my lips. Abi looked up and stared at me, her eyes blinking and I felt guilty. "We are umm..." I hesitated, and Abi burst into a grin. "You asked her out?" I went to reply and then realised that actually I hadn't asked her out at all, she had decided that we were in a relationship, I had barely had a say in the matter. "Sort of," I replied cryptically. "We are, you know." Abi dropped a couple of her books and leapt over the rest of them on the floor, throwing her arms around me. "Congratulations. Took you long enough," she said, and I wasn't sure how much of a chastisement it was. I hugged her tightly and then went to kiss her, but she moved her head to one side. "We've kissed before," I muttered, and she smiled at me. "But not when you've had a girlfriend," Abi replied and hugged me again, pushing my face into her long, brown hair. "You happy now?" I broke from her embrace and nodded with a huge grin on my face. "Yeah, very. Waited for ages," I replied and Abi giggled. "Are you OK with it?" Abi was smiling and nodded. "Of course, something you should have done months ago. Bloody told you to." I felt a sense of relief that Abi was genuinely happy with my new relationship, and while she had no reason to object, it still worried me that she might feel left out, or dumped. In truth, she exhibited almost a sense of delight or relief, and I just couldn't fathom it, wondering whether she just wanted to be sure that I wouldn't ask her out again; was I really that unattractive? "It won't change what I think about you," I said as my thoughts meandered their way through my ponderings. "I still do think you are a great friend, and I still want to spend time with you." Abi bit her lip and smiled. "You'll just have to ask your girlfriend, won't you?" Abi grabbed her coat and dragged me out of the flat, still wondering about her attitude. "Dinner, on me. To celebrate," she said and then looked at my clothes. "And seriously, get rid of that T-Shirt, you look sixteen." "I am sixteen," I replied instantly with a smile. "And you can't withdraw the benefits bit of our friendship any more." Abi cackled and moved her hands to my sides. "No," she said with a grin. "But I can tell Sarah to." Her eyes hesitated, and she licked her lips. "'Cause she's an ally now!" ------- I arrived late home and Mum gave me raised eyebrows. "Abi wanted to celebrate with me," I responded to her, and she just shrugged. "Not my place," she muttered. "How was Abi?" "Good." I paused and wondered how I could convey her relief or happiness without it sounding ridiculous and just repeated, "good," before adding, "and we went for a meal." Mum shuffled some papers and looked back. "Just be careful." "What with Sarah?" "With both of them," Mum said with a chuckle. "They are both going to want you, and at some point, you could upset one or both of them. Abi might just be a friend now, but she is as much a part of your past as anyone else you know, and Sarah might feel threatened by it." I bit my lip. "I don't think so. Well I hope not." Mum got up and picked up her keys. "I will be amazed if she isn't," she said and unlocked the interconnecting door. "I'll see you later. And don't forget to pack." "Yeah, bye." I stared at the door for a moment, what did Mum mean? Abi and I were friends but then so was Sarah and Abi so why would Sarah feel threatened by a friendship and some sexual activities that happened weeks or months ago? It was not as though Sarah and I hadn't had any sort of physical contact, but then Abi had only served to encourage me to pursue Sarah. As Abi had said, Sarah and her were allies. I stopped staring at the door, and bounded up the stars, it was too late to consider the perplexing behaviours of the females in my life, and I still had not packed anything for the forthcoming trip to the Lake District; I had planned to do it when I got back from college, but unforeseen activities had distracted me for half-a-dozen hours and I had to do it before the following morning. Mum had helpfully left a hint for me: there was my open suitcase on my bed, and I opened a few drawers and emptied eight pairs of underwear, socks, T-Shirts, shirts, trousers, shorts, camera and a pair of smart shoes. I would put little things like mobile phone charger, razor and toothbrush in, in the morning. I was too tired to wonder about anything else and threw the suitcase on the floor climbing into bed and drifted to sleep immediately with my dreams filled by a wonderful young lady. The following morning was hectic; I was awoken by a warm body jumping on top of me and immediately smiled thinking it was Abi, which then worried me. I opened my eyes expecting Rhea with a deadly weapon and felt the warm lips of Sarah on mine. She grinned. "Mum dropped me off early," Sarah said quickly and swept her hair behind her ear. She ran her hand through my short hair. "You look so cute when you were sleeping." I grunted and tried to shake the sleep out of my eyes, but Sarah moved in for another kiss. We were interrupted by a mostly naked Rhea opening my door and announcing that I needed to come down for breakfast. I snarled at her and kissed Sarah again. "Oi, get a room," Rhea snapped. "We have," Sarah, and I replied in unison and Rhea grumbled and left the doorway. We took the train down to London and then boarded an Underground train, before we got on the express train that was going to Glasgow, via our stop at a small village near the Lake District where we could catch a connecting train into the National Park. It wasn't an uncomplicated journey, but we spent the vast majority of it, on a fast, comfortable train spearing its' way through the English countryside. I always noticed how the sky became darker and greyer as the train shot north, and watched as sunny Hertfordshire gave way to rain clouds in the Midlands. Simon looked over at the adjacent table: the two lads had a bottle of beer each and he whispered to Rhea who giggled and touched him back. "What?" I asked, and Rhea just bit her lip. "Just thinking of getting a beer," she muttered and Sarah shook her head. "They won't serve you, they might serve Andy." "Maybe," I said, looking at the age of the guys next to us, they didn't look eighteen either, and I looked back at Rhea. "I can try." Rhea scoffed. "Bet you won't manage it," she said firmly, and I sucked in my lips. "Bet ya, if I can get us a drink, I get to have the double room downstairs at Dad's." Rhea puckered her lips and took a deep breath. "OK, I know that is your favourite but that means I will be stuck next to the Ice Princess," Rhea moaned, and Simon looked at her. "Dad's stepdaughter who will probably spend all week at her friends," I replied and then looked at Rhea. "Deal?" "Yeah, OK." I began to suck in my lips and then told Rhea to ring me on my mobile in one minute. Suddenly, the idea of a piece of social engineering, that even Paula would be proud of, was forming in my mind. Rhea laughed, and I walked down the aisle towards the buffet car. I answered my phone the moment I joined the back of the queue. "Andy," I replied and then heard the giggling voice of Rhea. "You better be pullin' my chain," I said in an authoritative voice. A couple of people in the queue looked around I had to suppress a grin. "I don't pay you to leave the back door unlocked. If you've lost two bottles of vodka then you better find them or they come out of your wages," I said assertively. I heard Rhea sigh. "Enjoying yourself?" "No no no no no no," I said firmly into the phone as if I was interrupting someone. I was enjoying playing the big boss and snarled into the hand-held device. "You don't mess with us. If you've left them by an unlocked door, it is negligence." I paused and waited for Rhea to tease me and then said. "Tony there, right I'll speak to him later. I've got a weekend off with some friends up at Uni. Tell him to ring me." I put the phone back into my pocket and looked at the lady in front of me. She had a bright red top on and smart trousers and gave me a weak smile. "You just can't find decent staff nowadays," I told her, more for the gentleman serving the drinks than for her. "I know," she said with a grin. "I run a cookware shop, and every week the staff break some thing. Costs me a fortune." I shook my head. "Trouble is, they don't treat anything with any respect," I replied, repeating a well worn phrase of my mother. She nodded and, having reached the front of the queue placed her order with the gentleman. "So what business are you in?" I glanced at the server listening in and just pursed my lips before speaking. "I bought a pub with my Uncle on my eighteenth birthday," I told her. "Inheritance from grandparents. Going well, but our bar staff are lazy." She turned to pay the cashier, and I waited for her to leave. She wished me luck, and I asked for four beers which he served without even batting an eyelid and I resisted the urge to crow at Rhea from the end of the carriage as I walked back. Rhea smiled as she saw me walking down the aisle with the tray of drinks and took her beer off before I had even put the tray on the small table. "Easy," I boasted and took a big gulp of the weak lager masquerading as a proper drink. "Bet I could have bought them," my diminutive sister cockily replied and gave me a wide-eyed stare as she downed a few gulps of her beer. The train was airless and warm, and the cool beer slipped down nicely. Sarah was stroking my leg as the train progressed and I noticed Simon getting especially close to Rhea but tried to put it out of my mind. "Strip poker?" Rhea loudly suggested as I pulled out a deck of playing cards and Sarah giggled. "Not on a train!" I responded immediately and Sarah giggled again. "I did get stripped on a train," Sarah said, her eyes glinting and Simon scoffed at her. "No, I had to get changed and got caught by the ticket collector," she confessed, and I just wished I had been there to see it! Much to Rhea's annoyance I wouldn't let her play strip poker in the crowded carriage, but considering her performance the last time we played she should actually have been quite happy by my firmness! Instead, I beat her at normal poker, and she tried to goad Simon into removing his clothes when he forgot the rules. Fortunately for him, both Sarah and I stopped Rhea from getting too serious, and his dignity was maintained. We changed onto a small train that was practically empty, but Rhea and Simon disappeared to another part of the train. I saw Simon holding Rhea's baggage and suppressed a grin; I was carrying Sarah's bags, much to her annoyance and at the tiny station at the end of the line was Dad waiting for us. He held out his hand as he was knocked sideways by an excitable, incoming Rhea and I shook it as he recovered from being thrown against the car. "Good journey?" "Not bad," I replied to my tall father. I think he had lost a little more hair since I had last seen him, but didn't voice these thoughts. "How are you?" "Good." He turned to Simon and gave a gentle nod. "Simon?" Simon held out his hand, and Dad shook it. "Have you worked out how to keep her under control yet?" I scoffed, and Rhea scowled. "Him keep me under control?" She tutted. "As if!" "It's called Rohypnol," I joked and Rhea gasped before hitting me on the top of my arm. "Don't start," she warned and Dad turned to Sarah to greet her. He gave me a slightly raised eyebrow as we loaded our suitcases into the boot of his car and we drove off towards the lake. "What's this I hear about you being suspended?" Dad asked my sister, and she shook her head. "I heard you assaulted your ex-boyfriend and then attacked him in the park, kicking him in his most sensitive of areas." Rhea grunted. "Oh Dad," she moaned with a scowl. "You shouldn't believe everything Mum tells you, you know what she is like." I looked at him from the front seat. "But you should believe that. Rhea was furious." Rhea flipped her hand over the top of my head. "Yes thank you, big brother. So what if I did, he was being a bully." Dad glanced at me, and I just shrugged. "Well that's Rhea for you, right?" Sarah and Simon both gasped the moment they saw the view. Neither of them had been to the Lake District, and as Dad drove down to the lakeside, the spectacular sight of Windermere opened up in front of them. Simon was almost enchanted by the "ferry" that ran across the lake on suspended wires. Both Rhea and I had often come across the lake since Dad moved up here, but for Simon and Sarah, it was a new experience. "It looks so beautiful," Sarah cooed, admiring the mountain in the distance. "Is that Skee - fall?" Dad chortled. "Scafell Pike is over the other side," he replied. "I think that's Ill Bell." "How long have you lived here?" Sarah asked, and he rubbed his face as he thought. "Well I moved up to Windermere in 88. Moved into the house I'm in, in, ahhh, around 93." Sarah looked back out of the window, and the ferry shuddered to a halt. "It does look lovely. Are we going to climb a mountain, as I have only bought hiking boots, do we need mountaineering gear and stuff?" I laughed. "We aren't doing Striding or anything. Just a few gentle walks, maybe." Rhea spluttered. "But I am taking you to the top of the nearest mountain and chucking you off if you get on my tits," she warned to her boyfriend who just pulled a face at her. "I see Rhea is the same as ever," Dad said to me across the front seat and I laughed, recounting the story of the Tabasco poisoning, and Dad just grinned as the car made it's way towards Coniston. "Sounds like my girl," he said but Rhea didn't hear, or respond if she did. Dad's home, Mountain View, was not too far from the village, and he pulled up past his black gate to park his saloon car in his drive. I got out, and Sarah openly admired the house. A set of wide steps ran from the driveway that was enclosed on three sides by the walls of the house built on a slope and on several floors. The steps ran up to the entrance in a gentle arc, and she looked around her. "It's massive," she said, and Dad laughed. "It's not that big, but I like it," he replied quite modestly, and I looked as Rhea and Simon bounded up the steps. "We're in the downstairs bedroom," I told Dad who grinned. "I knew you would be," he replied and looked at Sarah. "I know you like that. It's not got a window, so I am not fond of it, but..." He trailed off and I glanced at Sarah stood at the bottom of the steps looking out over the small lake Dad's house was near. We had to walk around the house: the actual front door not where the driveway and garages were and entered the hall, a bright room running the length of the house. "Red carpets?" I asked and looked at Dad. He smiled. "I've redecorated a bit since you came up last," he told me, and I grabbed Sarah's hand and pushed her towards her left and some stairs. "We're in the cellar?" She moaned, and I took her bag off of her. "You'll like it," I promised, and we walked down the steps to a small hallway, furnished just like the one we had been in, with cream walls and newly laid burgundy carpet. At the end, the light streamed in through a set of double doors, and I guided her to the right and opened a door to a windowless room. Sarah smiled when she saw the big double bed and beautifully furnished room. Dad had put a single red rose on the pillow and a bottle of champagne, and she giggled. "Not my doing," I muttered and looked over to small travel fridge in the corner of the room, putting the drink in to cool. Dad had fitted the room out like a hotel room: we had tea and coffee jars with a kettle, and some biscuits on a table. There was a television, a small couch, loads of lights, and it was almost perfect. I put Sarah's bag on the floor, alongside mine and took her by the hand. "Close your eyes," I told her and she groaned. "Hey, the only time I have gotten you to do this was for bluebells and diamonds," I replied, and she giggled. I led her by the hand out of the bedroom, across the hall and through a set of double doors. I had to guide her down some steps, and she sniffed. "I can smell something," she muttered, but I ignored her until she reached the bottom of a small set of steps. "Open them," I told her and she gasped. In front of her, was a twenty metre long swimming pool, the water still and blue. "Oh, wow!" Sarah cried and looked back at me. She touched the water: it was warm, and she grinned. "This is amazing." I bit my lip. "I know, the Jacuzzi in the corner is just brilliant, but there is more." I took her by the hand, and we walked alongside the pool and out through a set of double doors and onto a small sun terrace next to the Jacuzzi. It wasn't big, but there was a wrought iron table and four chairs looking out over the valley. It was my favourite view of the Lake District, the gentle decline of the land to the picturesque lake and Claife Heights in the background, and while there were more dramatic views in the area, and bigger mountains, it brought back good memories. I looked over to see Sarah taking in the wonderful vista, and she smiled at me. "No wonder you wanted me to come up here." "It's a good way to start our relationship," I muttered. "Before college and work and reality kicks in." Sarah nodded. We heard a noise and looked up seeing Rhea and Simon on the verandah above the pool and Sarah called up to them. "Simon, come and see the pool," she called and then she turned to me with a scowl. "Why didn't you tell me to bring my bikini?" Sarah moaned and then looked back. "I'll need to get one when we go to a town." Rhea cackled, and I just rolled my eyes. "Because Rhea, Dad, Maria, me, Paula when she came, we never wear one. Be free, you'll like it." Sarah giggled and held my hand, staring out over the picturesque, serene landscape. "This is just, wow." I shrugged. "I do like it here, it is just breathtaking." Sarah just gazed out over the lake and smiled. "I agree, this should be a wonderful place to start our relationship." She turned pulled me by the neck of my T-Shirt, kissing me on the lips. It certainly wasn't our first kiss, or our last that afternoon, but it is the one I have always savoured and remembered. The sheer memory of her soft, puffy lips and gentle tongue surrounded by a light breeze and the feint lapping of the water with the few birds swooping around the property is one that always evokes strong memories. She gazed lovingly into my eyes and smiled as we parted, and then threw her arms around me. Our special moment was interrupted by Simon's whooping and a splash, following by howls of irritation. Sarah laughed and we moved apart, staring into the pool. A fully clothed Simon was drenched, and Rhea was running along the side of the pool towards the little door where we were walking through. Sarah waited until she got level with us and then gave her a big push. Rhea wasn't expecting it and lost her balance stumbling over the side of the pool and hitting the water with an almighty splash. Sarah burst out laughing at Rhea's face, a mixture of anger and shock and I pushed my girlfriend towards the main door and the house; Rhea would not be amused. Rhea wasn't, and Sarah and I wisely left her to stew by taking a gentle walk in the hills. The two mile circular walk I had planned wasn't strenuous, just a walk along the lake and then back up a small hill towards Dad's house. "So what happens with Kevin?" I eventually asked her as we turned away from the lake. It was a subject that I had been intentionally avoiding but needed to ask; did she plan to still be friends? "Nothing," Sarah replied tersely. "I don't want anything more to do with him." I took a deep breath and squinted at her. "Not friends?" Sarah stared at a rock on the ground and then kicked it against a dry stone wall. "No," she said firmly. "Not at all." I couldn't have denied I was relieved but scratched my nose waiting for her to continue, which she did by raising a very sensitive subject. "But we do need to talk about Donna." "Donna?" "Yeah, Donna and Ray. Well your friends are Abi, Zoe, Ray, Jason, Jez. I like them. And my friends are Zoe, Rosie, Ingrid, Jodie but also Donna." "Right, and?" "I mean, I need you to sort it out with her." I looked at her wide eyed, and she just shrugged. "I am not going to choose between my friends and my boyfriend. Now if Donna is being a bitch I can sort her out, but I need you to try, I can't have you being a bastard at the same time." I sighed, and Sarah just looked at me in annoyance. "I mean it." I threw my hands up in front of me and groaned. "She hates me." "Yes, I know she does. But I will be telling her the same thing." Sarah's eyes softened, and she looked at me pleadingly. "I really, really like you, but I need you to do this thing for me. Try, please." I sighed. "OK, I'll try," I promised, not totally sure if I meant it and then muttered. "But I don't think it will work." Sarah scowled and turned back towards the lake. "Did you say you took Paula up here?" "To the Lakes, yes." I pondered and reminisced, suddenly the memories of Paula weren't quite so painful and Sarah noticed a weird expression on my face. "The first time I touched her, down there, was that wood, yonder." Sarah giggled and looked to the other side of the lake. "Really. Taking your new girl to the haunts of the old one. That's very smarmy," she said with a grin and I just snorted. "It wasn't even sexual. Not really. We were out for a walk, and she wanted to pee, really badly and did, but I watched transfixed. She just looked at me and said, 'touch it', so I did. "Mid stream?" Sarah asked in a teasing voice and I smiled at her leaning against the fence. "No, not mid stream. After she finished." "Regret her leaving?" Sarah asked, and I considered her question in silence. "Err, no. I wish she was still around, I do miss her, but other people have taken their place and she has not written back to me, so I don't think she is missing me. I mean, I used to write and phone loads but she never wanted to speak to me. I guess she moved on." "I'm sorry," Sarah said, touching my arm and looking up. "But I have you now and that's even better." Sarah blushed and then nodded towards the house. "Shall we go, the rain looks like it's going to start." I wrapped my hand in hers, and we set off up the path towards the road, just getting into the house before it started raining. Dad had prepared dinner and was serving it as we got back to his home. Rhea and Simon were already seated, and she scowled at Sarah as we sat down. "Where's Maria?" I asked, taking Rhea's attention away from Sarah, and he looked over at Sarah and then me. "It's half-term here as well. Isabella and Maria have gone to Spain for the week, something about warm weather and catching up on relatives." He almost grimaced as he spoke: I guessed he had wanted Maria and Isabella to stay, but they had both gone to Spain when Rhea and I were visiting in May and February. Maria disliked us, and what we signified. She was never comfortable around the children of her partner's first marriage, and we were made to feel not welcome; she usually spent the week snapping or being overly emotional if she was around, so I was never unhappy that she had gone for the week. Of course, Rhea didn't help. She was a similar age to her stepsister, Isabella, and the two of them just hated each other. A couple of years ago, Rhea got so fed up with the aloofness and rudeness Isabella was showing that Rhea crept into her room and sabotaged her en-suite toilet by covering it with clingfilm. The result was that Isabella's pee ran over the side of the toilet and onto her trousers at the front, and Rhea was shouted at by everyone, not that it made Rhea particularly repentant. Since that time, both of my Dad's adopted Spanish family absented themselves when we came up which I found petty and somewhat unnecessary. Dad passed around the pizza, and I took another couple of slices, Rhea took four and then nicked some pepperoni from Simon's plate. "Oi," he complained and Rhea feigned ignorance before calling it a "girlfriend tax." Dad guffawed at this. "If all a girlfriend costs a piece of pepperoni then, well, life would be cheap!" Rhea scowled at her father. "There are many aspects of the girlfriend tax. Pepperoni plundering is just a very small part of it," she uttered with complete seriousness and Dad forced a determined, non-judgemental look in return. "And there are consequences to anyone who crosses this girlfriend." She glared at Sarah who mouthed a kiss to her. "Well what's good for the goose is good for the gander," Sarah replied at the accusation, and Rhea looked angrily at Sarah. "It is not how our relationship works," Rhea added quickly, and Sarah just shrugged and smiled. "Perhaps you need to learn to be a little calmer," Sarah said in response, and this did little to appease the dragon masquerading as my sibling. The tempestuous character wanted revenge, and I knew Sarah needed to be careful over the next few days: Rhea rarely knew when to stop. Dad left the table as we chatted and returned with four envelopes. "Your spending money," he said passing them around, and I immediately groaned. "You don't need to," I said quickly passing it back as he tried to give it to me and he just scowled at me. "Err, you know I do this all the time, I know you are earning, but there are no cashpoints 'round 'ere. And I always pay for you to come up, just accept it. It's not cheap up here, you know." Sarah and Simon looked equally as uneasy, and I almost would have put a bet on Rhea offering to hoover up the three unwanted envelopes, but Dad just shrugged. "It just enables you to do things without asking for me. Windermere is just down the road, and they do water sports, and there's drinks and lunches and stuff. C'mon, I do it every time." I reached up and took the envelope with my name on it. This was the cue for Sarah and Simon to take theirs, and I thanked Dad, telling him that he didn't need to furnish us with cash, but he just shrugged and said he wanted to. Dad pulled out a bottle of whiskey from his sideboard and poured three drams into little glasses and then did two glasses of cream liqueur that he passed to the girls. Simon screwed up his face as the fire water scorched the back of his throat and Rhea just grinned at him. "I'll have it," she offered, and Dad frowned; he was easy-going about everything, but he was always quite particular about his alcohol. I remember as a twelve year old being taken around a microbrewery in a neighbouring town that was run by a friend of his and educated on the art of beer. I think if there was a distillery nearby I probably would've been treated to a lesson on whisky making as well. Dad always believed that women should not drink beer and whisky, and as Rhea finished the last of the whisky in Simon's glass – a fiery eighteen year old from Speyside – I almost saw him wince! I was used to Dad's beliefs on alcohol; he was certain that if he introduced Rhea, Julie and myself to good drinks at a young age, and instil an attitude of responsible drinking we would not go crazy when we got to eighteen. I had witnessed some of Julie's friends not know where their limits were and know of a couple of her friends that were treated to stomach pumps because they overindulged. Dad was determined that his children would not grow up to be so stupid but in my heart of hearts knew that I probably would on occasions drink too much – it was all part of growing up, as Mum would say – but knew to avoid gassy, mass produced lager and just enjoy the better beers in life. As Dad would say, "life is too short for crap beer." Watching Sarah and Rhea was almost interesting. Rhea gulped her creamy liqueur down her throat and topped her little glass up again, whereas Sarah was more refined, drinking her glass slowly and savouring the drink. Zoe had referred to Sarah as impulsive and I wasn't sure that was totally accurate. Rhea was often hotheaded and hasty, but could act calmly with clinical aggression, but Sarah was impatient more than impulsive. She had waited and made a measured decision over Kevin and myself, and while I wished she had done it weeks before she did, she made sure that she was making the right decision; it wasn't the mark of someone who acted quickly and without forethought. "What you thinking?" Sarah asked and I blinked, aware that I had been staring at her. Rhea gave me a raised eyebrow with a chuckle. "Nothing," I replied, but Sarah stared at me. "Let me guess, is she going to suck my cock tonight?" Rhea called out in an airy voice, and Dad sighed and glared at his daughter. "Rhea, that is not appropriate," he told her firmly, waving his finger in her direction as we giggled. "Leave your brother alone." "It's OK Dad, I'm used to her. We both are," I said, and Sarah licked her lips. "You seem almost jealous," Sarah teased, her eyes fixed firmly on those of my sister. "That we are sharing a double-bed, and a room." Rhea puffed and then smiled. "Oh yes, but it is two floors from me. Which means I will hear nothing." Rhea turned to Dad and pointed at me. "I came home to collect my school bag one morning, and I heard screaming out across the flat, 'fuck me harder' in a female voice coming from his room." I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and spluttered. Dad laughed, and I briefly explained about Abi and her staying that night and Dad just grinned back. "Ya young. And strippers and dancers, they make the best fun," he added, and Rhea just snarled at me. "Trust me, I know." I buried myself behind my whisky and caught the worrying sight of Rhea grinning mischievously at me, she had an unerring knack of spotting embarrassment and weakness. "And of course, there is Jenny?" Rhea suggested, and I just shrugged. "And Vanessa," Sarah added in a teasing voice. "Not to mention Gemma and Angela." "Yeah, OK," I replied spluttering and Sarah stuck her tongue out. "And Scarlet and..." "Yes!" I barked. "I know I've not been as good as Zoe wants me to be, but you aren't an angel either." "Er, I've just had sex with my boyfriend," Sarah replied quickly. "And not since the summer for that." I drained the last of my glass and pushed her hair back behind her eyes before tapping her on the nose as I spoke. "Zoe. Me. Eric." "You can't count Eric," Sarah said with wide-eyes and then her eyes flicked across to Rhea and Simon listening intently. "Who's Eric?" Rhea asked, and I raised an eyebrow at Sarah and who gave a muffled reply into her drink. "Go on." "Rhea, I think you should drop it," I told her, but Rhea looked back at Simon and then me. "It's not a dog is it." "Ewwwww," Sarah said quickly. "Rhea that's disgusting." "Horse? Cat? Sheep? Gerbil? Tortoise?" Rhea asked with a coltish smile, her hands gliding up and down Simon's thigh. "No Rhea. If you must know it's a sex toy." There was silence as the room digested what Sarah had just said when Simon broke the tense atmosphere. "I think Zoe wants one of those, but she won't admit it." "You two seem to have grown up so much since June," Dad muttered towards us – I had almost forgotten he was in the room - and Sarah, and I both looked at Rhea. "You can thank Abi for that," I replied. "I s'pose you can." Dad was keen to move the subject on, and he explained about the localised flooding in January. He had not mentioned it before and said that the waters from the lake had reached the end of his drive. "But that is still a hundred metres away," I replied and he nodded. "Oh yeah, I wasn't in danger, but mi' boat came loose." Sarah and Simon both looked at him with a smile, and he just grinned. "It's a four person rowing boat. There are a couple of canoes as well." "I'll take you out," I promised Sarah, and she smiled. It was getting dark outside, and Sarah gave me a look that indicated she wanted to go downstairs. Sarah and I opened our envelopes when we got back to our room. Sarah gasped when she counted it, and looked across. "I thought it would be like forty quid tops," she said sifting through the notes Dad had put in the envelope. "There's over one fifty here." I hummed. "I know. Dad is generous to a fault really, he has always been like that." Sarah stared at the money and then looked up. "I can't accept all this," she muttered, biting her lip. "It's good of him to have me." I shrugged at her. "It's Dad. He will get annoyed and stubborn if you try and give it back," I told her and flopped down on the bed. "He's a proper stubborn git." "Yeah, I see where you get it from," Sarah teased and cocked her head with a smile. "Can we go for a swim?" Sarah asked. "Sure," I said and looked over at her. But you need to be nekkid." "That's fine. I kinda expected to spend most of this week anyway." I looked at her, and she just giggled. "Oh come on Andy, don't tell me you hadn't thought of it," she teased. "After all the times we nearly had sex and did everything but. Don't tell me you aren't looking forward to it." I smiled, she knew I had been. Ever since the day before I had been thinking about it and knowing that it would probably happen while we were in the Lake District. Sex with Abi and the rest of the girls was good or fantastic, but I wanted to do it with Sarah now, it would be special. She looked into my eyes and read my smile. "Thought so." She slipped off her T-Shirt and denim skirt, and I watched as she peeled off her white underwear. "Not sexy," she muttered. "But very comfortable for travelling in." "I bet," I said and stared at her shaven crotch. "You are so beautiful," I told her and she blushed. I had embarrassed her. She flicked her eyes at me, and I shook off my jeans and pulled off my shirt in seconds before I was guiding her down the steps to the pool. Sarah looked at me with expectant eyes, her pale hair tumbling down her face and shoulders. "It looks so serene," she murmured to me, and I moved my head down to kiss her. Our tongues became intertwined, and I could taste the creamy texture of the liqueur on her breath. She mewed as we kissed, and I pushed her up against the cold wall of the pool to oscillate passionately with her. I massaged her flanks and ran my hands around her buttocks. She ruffled my hair and pulled me tighter before rubbing her palm across my erect cock. "Later," she whispered and with as much force as she could muster pushed me back so I stumbled and fell into the pool. I felt a burst of adrenaline as I fell; I wasn't expecting it and made a loud noise as my back caused a massive splash in the pool. I righted myself in the water and Sarah joined me by jumping in. "Bet you can't catch me," she teased and swam off in the pool, with me a few feet behind her. Although I was stronger and taller, Sarah was a good swimmer from her years of swimming lessons and after half-a-dozen laps I had only just caught up with her, when she stopped swimming away from me and swam into my arms. "I thought this was my pool," a deep, booming voice from above us shouted. "But I was sure my pool didn't have two naked teenagers in it." I looked up and Dad with just his towel around his waist stood there watching us. "Well I don't normally wear trunks," I replied and Sarah cuddled up close to me, I was not sure she was entirely comfortable with Dad seeing her naked. "S'ok. I'll come back tomorrow, I can see you want some private time," Dad replied accurately, if not somewhat cryptically and I thanked him. "Just a thing though, if you want to have sex in the pool, please do it in the Jacuzzi. The filters are strong but not that strong in here," he said, and Sarah and I just blushed as he left. Sarah kissed me and wrapped her arms around me, her body tessellating with mine and I squeezed her towards me. The warm water lapped at my shoulders, and Sarah moved her hands down my flanks. I looked at her matted hair, and she whispered in my ear. "That's something we've not done." "We sort of have." Sarah smiled at me. "To consummate a relationship the man has to come into or over the woman." "I've come in your mouth," I replied, and she shook her head. "Don't you want to claim your prize," she said in a low voice, as quiet as she could manage. I looked into her eyes filled with desire and lust and my heart leapt. I had wanted to date Sarah, not because of the sex I would get but because I liked her a lot. I almost had not considered the physical side of a relationship, but she looked at me with demanding eyes, and I bit my lip and took a deep breath. I didn't need to answer her as she just kissed me, wrapping her arms around me and hugged me tightly. We climbed out of the pool and dried ourselves on one of the many beach towels littered around the pool. Sarah held out her hand and guided me up the steps and across the small downstairs hallway, pushing open the door. Sarah must have primed the room as she took the matches and lit the candles that had been strategically placed on the drawers and wardrobes before pressing "play" on the CD player. The stereo crackled and soft music filled the room. Sarah stared lustfully into my eyes and then averted them as her eyes flicked down to my towel, tied around my waist. She reached out and gently untied it, allowing it to fall to the floor, and I did the same with her. She looked back at me, and we moved in for a kiss, standing at the end of the bed and as naked as the day we were born. Sarah ran her hands up and down my waist and then my flanks, and I closed my eyes and gently squeezed her buttocks. Her skin felt gloriously soft and velvety, and I just adored running my hands across her pert butt. I pulled her into my erection, and she ground her hips against my waist. Her tongue danced in my mouth, and she gave a gentle mew as her breasts rubbed against my chest. "Shall we?" She whispered as she pulled away from our embrace and glanced towards the bed. Sarah and I fell against the duvet and resumed our kissing, but my hands slid down her thigh and went up to her pussy – freshly shaven – and she wriggled against me. I looked into her eyes as my finger touched her slit and she pursed her lips into a grin. She gave a satisfied mew as my finger glided across the top of her slit and she licked her lips when I applied pressure. "May I kiss it?" I murmured, and Sarah didn't respond, just closing her eyes and groaning as my finger found her clit and her moistening hole. I saw her bite her lip and I wriggled down the bed before gently parting her legs. She offered no resistance and allowed me to slide my face up her thigh, kissing her skin gently. She held her breath as I got near her slit, but I passed it and caressed her mons. She sighed and ran her hands through my hair. I teased her for several minutes before planting the softest of kisses on her crack. She gave a gentle sigh and allowed me to push my tongue along her sweet-tasting slit and flick her button. She whimpered as I did, longing me to go down properly on her, but I was enjoying the suspense. She pushed her hips forward impatiently, but I slid down the bed a bit further and kissed the tops of her labia. She was holding her breath and giving little sighs when she exhaled, and I ran my hands up and down her thighs. She groaned expectantly as my tongue circled her slit, but didn't touch any of her sensitive areas. She simpered, and I looked up smiling at her. She gave me a pleading glance, and I plunged my tongue into her crotch. She muttered under her breath as I eagerly lapped at her clit and then slid my tongue up and down her hole. She tasted even sweeter, even more divine, even lovelier as my girlfriend, and my hands massaged her breasts. She cried and mewed with every touch and her thighs pressed against my ears. She pushed her crotch further towards my flicking tongue and groaned. Her buttocks clenched, and I glanced up at her, to see her throwing her head back against the pillow. Her breasts were bouncing as I rolled her nipples in my fingers and she spluttered as she screwed her face up. "Oh God," my lover screeched. "Oh my..." Her voice trailed off into a shriek as my tongue sucked on her pearl. Her legs squeezed my face and her body quivered and shook. I kept flicking her button until she had finished her orgasm. I rolled my tongue into her slit and took long licks as she emitted deep sighs and satisfied groans. I pushed a finger into her womanhood and pressed against her walls, rotating it as my tongue found her clit again. She writhed and groaned, and while it was not the most comfortable position for me to be in, I didn't care as my girlfriend cried out and pulled a pillow on top of her face as she orgasmed loudly. I heard her muffled screams, and felt her tensing muscles, as her legs thrashed around her body convulsing. I kept pressing on her G-Spot as her hands gripped the side of the bed. I pushed her legs further apart with my elbows, and Sarah allowed me to suck her clit until she had another powerful orgasm. She pushed me on the top of the head after she climaxed and looked at me. I sat up, and she pushed the pillow away from her mouth. Her face was beaming, and she didn't need to say anything. As the CD moved to the next track and the dulcet tones of Elton John came through the speakers, Sarah looked at me with wide open eyes and a pleading look and I moved my hips forward. The candles bathed the room in a flickering glow, and the tip of my cock touched her moist folds. We kissed, our tongues intertwined and it felt heavenly. It would be our first time, together. Sarah was mine, and she smiled as I slid my cock forward. It felt fantastic, an emotional fulfilment that I had not always felt with Abi. The knowing that my lover was my partner, someone who I had lovingly desired for months and who had held a special place in my heart already. The knowledge that as we made sweet love, she was my girlfriend instead of my friend and that she wanted a relationship instead of just a friendship with me, was powerful. The belief that it would be the first time of many expressions of our love over the months and years that would come was an erotic one. Sarah's naked body sent shivers down my spine as it rubbed against my chest. She grunted every time I thrusted into her, and her hands gripped my buttocks. I gazed into her eyes and smiled as we broke from her kiss, speeding up slightly and giving gentle nasal snorts. I reached down and pushed her thighs further back. Sarah groaned loudly and swore in delight. I could feel her vaginal muscles tighten and pulse on my cock. She was squeezing my intruding member as I pushed into her, and it was exquisite. I grunted and felt the point of no return; Sarah had thrown her head back and was grunting with every thrust. I sped up, eager to come and tensed the muscles at the back of my testicles; there was a desperate tension growing within them. I groaned and gasped as my cock twitched and I felt a surge of semen squirt from my manhood and spurt into Sarah. She smiled at me; she had obviously felt my twitching cock pump my cum into her unguarded pussy and she looked at me panting. Sarah and I kissed as I slowly rocked back and forth, savouring the last few moments of warmth and tension from our lustful experience and then I smiled at her. "Worth waiting for?" Sarah asked, and I nodded. "Yeah," I muttered and withdrew. "Definitely." "All those months?" "Yeah," I told her. "Completely." Sarah giggled and kissed me again. "Good," she said with a smirk. "Cause I dain't expect to be waiting another four months," she said with a grin and got up from the bed. I passed her some tissues from the side, but she shook her head. "Nah, I need a wee," she said and walked out towards the small toilet next to pool, naked. It gave me a few moments to think. I adored Sarah and sex with her was more special than what I had done with Abi or Vanessa. There was a real connection between us, and every touch felt magical. Maybe Sarah was better in bed than any other partner I had had; she was certainly more demanding! Sarah returned to the room, smiling at me and I pulled out the bottle from the fridge. "Glass for my young lady?" Sarah sniggered. "Yeah, but in the Jacuzzi," she asked and I grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle of chilled champagne while Sarah picked up a towel each for us, and we wandered out of the room. I half-expected to see Rhea or Simon floating about, but I guessed that they were tired, and I wasn't going to object to the peace and quiet without my little sister around. Sarah hit the button on the Jacuzzi, and it fired into life as I poured two glasses of the champagne into the crystal flutes and Sarah lowered herself into the bubbling water. "Cheers," she muttered and I sank down next to her taking a sip of the amber drink. She snorted as the bubbles went up her nose and licked her lips as I put my arm around her and she leant into me. I kissed her neck, and she wriggled. "That's nice," she muttered and put her head on my shoulder. "You never said your Dad's house was so big." "Didn't I?" "No. I just guessed it would be ... like a normal house. Not a mansion." "It's not a mansion," I replied, and she sighed. "It's not all that bigger than your house." Sarah shrugged, and she took another sip of her champagne. "But I think I shall enjoy this week." "I think so too," Sarah muttered, and we just sipped and drank the champagne, talking softly and kissing before returning our bedroom. Sarah cuddled up to me in bed, and as we fell asleep in each other's arms tired after our long journey. I felt truly content and happy for the first time in a very long time. ------- Chapter 2 I heard a slurping noise coming from underneath the sheets and warmth around my cock as I was awoken slowly. I looked down to see two little eyes peeping back, and I grinned. "Now you are awake," Sarah muttered and disengaged herself from my cock and spun her legs over mine to present me with her glabrous pussy. I was still shaking the sleep from my eyes when my tongue touched her moist slit and Sarah mewed. "Ahh, that's nice," she purred and my hands instinctively drew circles along her teenage body, before cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples with my fingers. She grunted and groaned appreciatively as my tongue slid down her moist runway, and I felt a warm mouth re-engage with my cock, slurping gently. I tasted and adored Sarah's sweet scent and worked my tongue over her hole and towards her rear; she shrieked and glanced down at me. "Not there," she hissed, and I flicked her clitoris. "Oh there," she panted and started touching my testicles. Sarah's began to gently rock back and forth and then grunted loudly. "I want you," she breathed and moved forward before facing me. "I want you again." I couldn't help but beam and Sarah lay down next to me, opening her arms with a grin. I moved myself on top of my girlfriend, by cuddling her and my erect cock slid along her runway. Sarah's eyes melted as I gently moved forward and she sighed dramatically. "Oh there," she muttered as I gently pushed forward and began a gentle, steady pace of rocking back and forth. Sarah gazed at me lustfully, and we kissed before I nuzzled her ear. Sarah was grunting and panting; the headboard was gently knocking against the wall, and Sarah instinctively grabbed it. I felt a building desire and pumped powerfully into her hole, before I flooded Sarah's insides with my semen with a satisfied grunt and a smile for my lovely girlfriend. Sarah grinned at me as we got up and wiped herself clean. "Good morning, Miss Bailey" I told her in a formal voice and got a "Good Morning, Master Williams" in return. "I don't suppose you would still have the energy for a morning swim, my good lady?" I asked, and Sarah nodded, desperately trying not to laugh as her naked boyfriend spoke in a silly voice. We walked into the pool to see three naked bodies already fooling around. Rhea was dunking Simon in the water, but she stopped when she saw us. "You finished?" Rhea asked, and I stared at her in confusion. "Your door isn't very soundproof," she added, and I spluttered. "And the banging headboards. It's like a brothel down here." Dad grinned. "S'ok. You're sixteen now," he replied, and I squeezed Sarah's hand. She gave me a peck on the cheek as we climbed into the pool and Simon gasped as we got in, desperately breathing in air; Rhea had been holding him under again. "Rhea," I called and spoke down to her. "Leave him alone. What has he done to you?" Rhea released him and allowed him to come to the surface. "Nothing. That's the problem. No kisses, no hugs, no cuddles, nothing. He came into see me and I got fuck all." I looked at my girlfriend with a raised, quizzical eyebrow. "I think someone's jealous," I said in a teasing voice, and Rhea spluttered. "In a way yes," she said firmly, gesturing with her hands as she spoke. "Because, even though you think with your cock and you are a total twat, you go dippy-eyed over her. He doesn't," Rhea shouted. "I got kisses, hugs and cuddles," Sarah teased. "It ... was ... wonderful!" "And you got fucked not fuck all, I know. I heard," Rhea responded. "But I'd get more love from the Ice Princess." "Ice Princess?" Sarah asked, and I mouthed "Isabella" in return. "Dad's step-daughter." "And to be honest, he says he loves me, he just needs to show it." Simon looked at me and Sarah. "But she gets annoyed if I get clingy. I can't win." "Fuck sake, it's not about winning," Rhea said in an animated voice and splashed him. "Bloody told you that before." I spoke to Simon. "I know how you feel," I told him with a grin. "I can't win either," I said and pushed away from the side of the pool. "I've told you it's not about winning, either of you" Rhea replied, and I glanced over at Dad hovering; he had barely said anything. I looked at my scowling sister, swam over to her, even though it was only a few feet deep. "What are you doing?" Rhea asked and I put my hand on her naked body before throwing her backwards into the water. She yelled, gasped as she went under and swam back to the surface, her eyes full of steely determination. "I'll get you," she said and came back towards me. Simon, Sarah and Dad were treated to the sight of Rhea and myself trying to out-wrestle each other in a few feet of water. "I wish I'd had you in the mud pit," Rhea screamed as she came up for air. Dad shouted at us to be careful, and to calm down, but I saw Rhea's eyes glowing with excitement and determination; she was not going to calm down. She was strong for her size, but her real strength wasn't brute force but agility and cunning. As I tried to grip her, she brought her legs around and swiped mine from underneath me and then she held me under the water as I sprawled backwards. Of course, thanks to the strip poker night, we had all seen each other naked before, but Dad averted his eyes as Sarah got out of the pool; I think he saw her reticence the previous day and was now acting gentlemanly because of it, but he didn't need to: Sarah was as much of an exhibitionist as anyone I knew. "Oi," Rhea shouted at Simon as the door closed in front of her. "Don't you know it's gentlemanly to hold the door open for a young lady? Unless I'm on the bog and then its just plain kinky." Dad laughed at Rhea, and she waited for her boyfriend to backtrack on the other side of the closing door and open it for her. She turned and kissed him, her hand gently stroking his member as she did and then walked through it. "When have you been a young lady?" I asked, and Rhea glared at me. "Surely an ogre would a better description," and Rhea puffed up her chest and raised her finger at me. "Don't," she warned. I watched as Dad walked through the door and then gave a titter. "You remember what Rhea is like, don't you?" Dad nodded, and Sarah and I ducked into our room. Sarah pushed me onto the bed the moment we got in, and she knelt down and ran her tongue over my head, watching as I groaned. She smiled as she ran her tongue around the sensitive glans and then bobbed up and down, running her tongue underneath my shaft and along the ridge. I felt the pressure build and, warning Sarah, could hold out no longer. I clenched my fists, grunted, closed my eyes and then felt a surge of semen squirt out and enter Sarah's mouth. She waited for my cock to finish erupting, and she used her mouth to gently caress the last of my juices out of my leaking cock onto her tongue and then looked at me, showing me the small lake of cum before making an exaggerated motion to swallow. "Breakfast creamy as ever," she cooed with a grin and pounced on top of me, kissing me. I could detect a slight taste of something foreign as I did when Abi kissed me after a blow-job, but I ran my hands over Sarah's smooth back and cupped her pert ass to purring from my teenage, lustful lover. It was a nice day in the Lakes, and I asked Dad if I could borrow the canoes after breakfast. The long sloping grassland from the house met the small lake for around 100 metres of private shoreline and, built a few metres from the waters edge, was an old hut. Dad had happily given me the key and the four of us (as Rhea had invited herself and Simon) bounded down to the lakeside. I was dressed in the only pair of shorts I had I brought. Rhea wanted to have the "big boat", a four man wooden dinghy that took three of us to carry down to the lakeside while Rhea carried the paddles. I held the boat steady while Simon and her climbed in, it rocking as she shifted her small weight inside the vessel. "Oi," shouted Sarah and ran back down to the shore with life jackets. "You should wear them." Simon and Rhea looked at each other. "But we aren't going to fall in," Rhea replied instantly, and I had to try hard to suppress a giggle. "I'm sure everyone says that," I replied and passed her first life jacket. Rhea moaned, partly because of the jacket was cold and rough, because it "smelt", because it was the wrong colour to go with her jogging bottoms, but mostly because Rhea was Rhea, and moaning was what Rhea spent her entire life doing. There was no such theatrics as Sarah, and I carried out one man kayaks to the shore line, wearing the red life jackets and climbed in. I held Sarah's vessel as she settled herself and then pushed her into the smooth water. It took me a couple of minutes to catch up with Sarah, and Rhea was half way across the lake. She had come up with a novel approach to boating, with Simon pulling on both paddles as she barked orders that echoed up the basin. The lake had a protrusion of land half way along it that went into the middle of the water, and I had to change course to avoid it. As we got closer, we saw a number of fisherman getting ready to embark on a boat on the opposing bank who did not appear to be happy to see us, and I called for Rhea to come back towards Mountain View. Rhea ignored me, and instead set about navigating her boat closer to the anglers still barking out "in-out-in-out-put your back into it-in-out, you slimy worm" instructions at her boyfriend. By the time we had got to back, I was deliberately flicking water at Rhea and Simon with my paddle. I was a lot more agile in my tiny kayak and could twist and turn quickly in the water where as Rhea was a lot less nimble. Having spent most of her last few years winning fights with people bigger than her, mostly due to her agility, she should have appreciated this tactic far more than she did. Eventually Rhea demanded a race and we lined up by the tombolo, racing towards the forest. Sarah called for us to "go" and I set about paddling as hard as I could and raced away into an early lead. Rhea, had taken one of the paddles from Simon, purely because she thought she could go faster than he could manage and their boat was not going in a completely straight line with their uncoordinated paddling. Sarah passed the struggling Rhea, and set about trying to catch me. Sarah had a lot of lower body strength – the football ensured that, but most of the work was done in arms as well as the thighs and while my rapid start meant I slowed down as I neared the forest at the top of the lake, Sarah had to worry as much about Rhea and Simon catching her up. I felt the familiar sound of the kayak hitting the shore, and held my paddle aloft, turning around to see Sarah a few feet further back. Rhea and Simon had got their act together, and it would be a tight finish, they were neck and neck with my girlfriend. I saw Rhea look across, and deliberately jab her paddle into Sarah's cockpit and push down. The effect of the wobbling kayak was instant: Sarah lurched to the side, and her shifting weight tipped the small boat over, capsizing it and dunking Sarah into water. I swore at Rhea and pushed away, in front of Rhea's boat, but Sarah had emerged from the water and stood up in the lake, the water coming to her bosom. "What the fuck were you thinking of?" I shouted at my sister who was smiling in her boat. "We came second," she crowed, and I picked up my oar over my head as Sarah spat out some water. I threatened Rhea with the paddle and her facial expression changed immediately. She decided to push off from the bank into the lake as I glared at her. Sarah got onto the sandy beach. "Are you OK?" Sarah nodded, looking out towards Rhea. "Yeah. Just a bit of a shock," she said. I'm gonna dry off in the house," she said, and I pulled her boat towards me. "I'll take it," I told her and watched as she scrambled up the tiny sandy beach to the path that encircled the lake and ran along the coastline. It was difficult to take Sarah's kayak as well as my own, but I just about managed it. Rhea, wisely kept a distance away, and kept watching from the other side of the lake as I pulled both our kayaks up to the small shed. I sent Sarah into the house, the wet T-Shirt making it clear that she was not wearing a bra, and I smiled as the cold October made her nipples prominent through the thin white cotton. She saw me looking at her chest and gave me a playful look. "Go," I told her as I felt the wind touch my bare arms. "I'll put these away." It took five minutes to put the kayaks, oars and life jackets away although I left Sarah's life jacket on the window sill to drain and dry before stacking them on the hook. Rhea and Simon were busy paddling around the anglers, currently in the middle of the lake with their lines over the side of their boat, and Rhea was clearly annoying them by getting too close. Half of me wanted to see Rhea tipped into the water by an irate fisherman, but I thought of the naked, soaking wet Sarah and locked the door, before sprinting back to the house. "Is Sarah OK?" Dad asked the moment I entered through the French doors by the pool. "She's fine. That fucking sister of mine, she goes too far," I moaned and gave Dad the key to the boathouse. Dad winced as I spoke and then I turned to him, holding out my arms in exasperation. "She dumped Sarah into the water just because she was going faster than her." Dad pursed his lips and looked at me. "I remember a year or so ago, you tipped Paula into the lake because she was name-calling," he replied with a wry smile. "Yeah, not in October," I said but immediately felt threatened by the implied accusation. Was I being overly sensitive towards Sarah being mistreated by my corybantic sibling? Dad hummed and walked out of the door, and I skipped into the pool room and walked along the side until I reached the shower room in the corner. Sarah smiled at me as I stepped over her clothes and she pulled me under the warm water, my T-Shirt getting soaked but saying nothing. I stared into her deep blue eyes and smiled, kissing her on the cheeks and holding her naked body. "I'm fine," she whispered and pressed together. "But it would be better if you were naked." I sighed and stripped off, throwing my soaking wet clothes outside of the little shower cubicle and smiled at her. "Better?" "Much better," she giggled and put her warm hands around me. We kissed again, and she tilted her head, before allowing me to press her body against the cool tiles. She gasped and looked down at my rapidly inflating member, licking her lips and looking coyly at it. We took turns at lathering each other and then washing the flowery shower gel from our bodies. I rubbed my hands over her body and then pulled her into my arms as I washed her back. She slipped her hand down my sides and kissed me, her tongue massaging mine as she slipped a hand over my erect cock. I groaned, and she smiled at me as she pumped it gently. I gasped and closed my eyes, enjoying the luscious feelings in my member and felt her breasts and then her mound. Her breathing changed slightly as I felt around her slit, and then pressed against her button. She flinched, and I felt guilty, but she grunted and threw her head back into the stream of warm water, and I circled her slit with my fingers. Sarah grunted and then started pumping my cock, sliding her wet hand down to the base of my dick and twisting it as she came up. The slippery handjob felt wonderful, and I pressed harder and harder against her. She was panting and turned in the steamy shower: she was getting most of the warm water but the cubicle was warm and I didn't care. She put her hands on the wall and looked behind her. "Ahh ... go on." I gulped as she slid her hands down the little handle in the shower so her rear was pushed outwards and she looked sexily at me. I moved behind her, and grabbed her waist, slowly sliding my cock in between her thighs, catching her clitoris and I felt her hand stuffing my member into her hole. It hurt slightly as she positioned it, but we both groaned into the steam as I took long strokes into her. My back was pressed against the other wall while the water cascaded onto Sarah's back and rolled down into my crotch. I slapped her rear against my waist as I rocked back and forth; it felt wonderful. I gasped into the humid air and used her waist to pivot into her. She told me, between squeals, to stop digging my fingers in as it hurt, and I moved my hands further up and increased my pace. Sex with Sarah was special as we were connected as friends as well as lovers and she grunted and groaned as I ploughed into her pussy, in an upright, "doggy-style" position. It felt weird to be doing it somewhere so public and yet so intimate, but I knew we could be "discovered" at any time and I pushed harder and harder into my girlfriend. Sarah writhed under my touch as I rammed my cock into her and I felt her soft, velvety glove grip my stiff member; she was teasing my cock, but I was nearing my orgasm and closed my eyes, feeling the familiar feeling in my loins. I groaned and pushed in faster and harder, desperate to heighten the eruption when it came. Sarah could feel it as she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as I slapped her ass, gripped her waist and thrust forward, holding my cock inside her as several spurts of semen were pumped into her. She smiled at me gently rocking back and forth and waited for me to disengage from her. "I love sex in the shower," she whispered and then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "But it makes such a mess of me." I laughed and she cleaned herself again, before shutting off the water and leading me across the cold rooms back to our bedroom. We were both naked, and we could hear the voices of Rhea and Simon, but this did not deter my crazy girlfriend as she pushed me on the bed and looked at me. "You didn't come," I told her, and she bit her lip. "I never come in the shower," she replied, which given that all the other sex she would have had in such a place would have been with Kevin was surely a slight on her ex rather than on the practice of steamy intercourse, but she pulled out Eric from her drawer before I could make this point. Eric – the smooth six-inch red vibrator – was Sarah's favourite possession, and she passed it over longingly. "You know I love it when you do ... you know." I smiled at the soaking wet girl, and she tied up her hair in a towel before allowing me get up and then throw her onto the bed. She giggled as she fell down onto the duvet and I took a towel and slid it underneath her rear. She giggled expectantly as I did and I kissed her labia before turning on the red sex toy. Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath as the gentle buzzing made contact with her skin. She gave a small sigh and allowed me to push it into her hole, less than five minutes after my cock was spewing semen into her in the same place. There was little resistance, although her body was still glistening and I slowly twisted the vibrator round inside her vagina. She was making slight mewing sounds, and I moved my mouth to the top of her slit and began poking her crack with my tongue to find her clitoris. She gasped and groaned as I adopted an in-out motion where the sex toy rotated inside of her, and I flicked and sucked on her pearl. I felt her legs quiver and she waved her arms around before gripping the bed. She was gasping and panting, groaning loudly and shouting obscenities at me. "Ya love Eric?" I asked her, and she nodded before screaming that she did. I turned her vibrator up to the highest level, and she turned slightly in the bed with a long, drawn out groan. I sucked on her clit and flicked it relentlessly with my tongue causing her to grunt, mew, writhe and then erupt into a loud, screaming climax. Her legs shook and wrapped around my head as the vibrator poked her faster than every along the bottom of my chin. "Oh my God!" Sarah screeched and sank into the bed, and then held her breath before whimpering loudly; Sarah never orgasmed quietly. I gave her a few seconds to recover and then slowly licked at her crack again and pushed the vibrator back into her on low. She bucked violently, but I looked at her, and she smiled back. I think she saw a sense of mischievous lust in my eyes or was placated by my genuine grin and allowed me to eat her out to another orgasm while Eric buzzed in her sex. She groaned and squealed even louder than before and writhed on the bed relentlessly. I felt her loins quiver as her groaning peaked and she looked back at me exhausted and cried out. Sarah pushed the vibrator away and opened her bedside drawer, throwing me a small tube of lubricant. "Try anal?" She asked, and I nodded; I was almost speechless, it had been months since Abi and I had had anal sex and Sarah licked her lips. "I've wanted to try it for ages." I remember Abi telling me to lubricate both "the pole and the hole generously" and I squirted some of the cold gel onto her bud. Sarah shivered and I pushed it in before putting some of the cold gel on my member and lining up against her. I remembered having to go slow, but Sarah accepted my cock easily. I spoke to her about telling me to go slower if it was uncomfortable, but she told me it was "nice" and I just forged ahead. It was a very different feeling from normal intercourse, and she was very relaxed. I heard her vibrator start up again and saw a flash of red from between her thighs; Sarah was being very horny and I quite liked it! I closed my eyes and began to pound her rear more forcefully; she was tight and it felt incredible. I felt my familiar tension and held out, pushing in further and harder to intensify the feeling inside me. I grunted, took out my cock and squirted over her back, groaning loudly. She discarded her vibrator as I came over her. "You OK?" I asked, and she coughed. "Yeah," she muttered. "Gotta have another shower now." "Yeah, sorry 'bout that." She got me to wipe off the excess and then kissed me pushing my slightly discoloured cock away and led me into the shower by the pool again to get clean. She shrieked as the water started to run colder and pushed me out of the little shower. "Come on," she called and dived into the pool, her body arcing perfectly as she entered the water elegantly. My entry was much less magnificent, and I bombed into the water, causing a ripple that reached the end of the pool. Sarah grinned as she turned in the water, floating on her back and looking towards me. "Catch me," she said, and swam away from me towards the end of the pool as I caught up with her. I was at an immediate disadvantage; Sarah was not a bad swimmer, and she did a lot of football, so she was easily able to keep a small distance from me; she had a lot of stamina and I had been decidedly lacklustre about keeping up with the walking Paula and I used to do when my ex-girlfriend moved to Bournemouth. Sarah gleefully teased me as she swam off and I struggled to keep up with her telling me to "keep up." She had powerful muscles in her legs and when I eventually caught the naked girl we kissed on the side of the pool. "Come on," she called as she wriggled away from me and swam powerfully towards the little Jacuzzi by the side of the pool. "I love the bubbles and the..." "It's an expensive sex toy," I told her with a coy smile but she didn't respond to my jibe and climbed out of the pool. For a moment, her body was framed, naked and dripping wet, and she balanced on her knee and lifted her body onto the tiles. Her slim, well-defined figure, flawless skin and pert ass was so beautiful and alluring I felt a shot of excitement travel through my body. She turned on her knee and sat with her legs dangling into the pool, her legs spread slightly, and her wet hair plastered to her chest. "What are you waiting for?" She put her index finger on her lips and traced it down her body. I chortled at her and made broad strokes across the small pool but by the time I reached the edge, Sarah had lifted herself out of the water and was settling into the Jacuzzi. She was certainly in a good mood; I could not be completely certain as to why being dumped into the lake had put in such a buoyant and concupiscent state of mind and as she nestled against the bubbles and I ran my hands over her legs, thighs, bosom and flanks, I got smiles and kisses. She swung her legs over mine and sat on my lap, happy to kiss and be seductive. I very much loved seeing her like this, and it was perennial happiness and genuine smile that first attracted me to her. She "allowed" me to finger her to another orgasm, the bubbles in the water bursting against her spread legs and she squealed in lustful delight as she bucked her hips and rode my fingers to her climax. She gave me a deep kiss and ran her hands over my body after she finished and she gestured to do the same, but I was sexed out and as much as I would have enjoyed it, told her that I would want to wait until later. She giggled and whispered in my ear that since I had met her I had turned down sex with her more often than I had had it. "I liked the anal that we did," I told her genuinely. "I don't mind..." "Errr ... no!" Sarah spluttered quickly. "You'll make it sore." "Sore?" I asked. "I was gentle." Sarah's face twisted, and she looked at me. "Not that gentle." I rubbed my nose and apologised but she dismissed it as unnecessary. "I shouldn't have said anything and Kev..." "I am not Kev," I snapped. "If I hurt you well ... you said you were OK." She sighed. "It was good, but a little uncomfortable," she said genuinely. "I mean, I ain't had done up there before, but I read loads, and I think we skimped on the lube and from what I've read we should've ... well ... perhaps I should've been clearer and..." "Why didn't you say anything?" I asked, a little hurt and annoyed. "'Cause Kev didn't like ... OK, I don't want to criticise my boyfriend." "I am not Kev. How many times..." I started and Sarah squeezed my hand. "OK. I know. It just takes some getting used to. And you were enjoying it so much, but it got a bit sore towards the end, and I am not letting you back there for a day or two. OK?" I went to speak but decided against it, not trusting myself not to snap at my less-than-candid girlfriend. How did she expect us to have great sex if she couldn't be totally honest with me at the time, but she saw my thoughtful face and kissed me on the cheek. "You annoyed with me?" I shook my head, and she giggled. "You are so good in bed and look after me so much. Abi taught you so well, and I sort of forgot how good sex was with someone you feel for until yesterday. I love sex, you know that, and it feels so good with you. And, I've never had to or will ever fake an orgasm with you. So what if the first time we did it back there wasn't wonderful. We got years to perfect it." I cracked a smile at her bouncy expression and looked into her eyes as she licked her lips. "And I know going down on me isn't wonderful either, no matter what you say, so a little bit of arse pain is nothing. Especially the amount of times you bring me off." I argued with her; I did like going down on her, but she was adamant I was wrong as "Kev wouldn't do it." Why was she struggling to work out that I wasn't Kevin? Dad found us in the Jacuzzi with a wry smile and leant on the side. "Are you OK?" "I'm fine," Sarah replied, looking at me. "Honestly, I'm fine." Dad looked over at me with raised eyebrows. "Please don't fight with Rhea. You've not been here 24 hours, and I don't like to see it." I went to speak and felt the slippery hand of Sarah engulf my manhood and the fingers gave a gentle squeeze. "He won't will you?" I hesitated, and Sarah squeezed a bit harder, and I instinctively shrieked and said I wouldn't. Dad looked at me a little strangely, and thanked us before getting down and walking towards the door. "Oh, and you have half-an-hour before dinner. Is that OK?" "Cheers Dad," I called out and glared at Sarah, who giggled mischievously. "Don't fight with your little sister," she told me and put her arms either side of me, climbing onto my lap. "She is too scheming for you to beat." I went to speak, and Sarah kissed me on the lips and ran her hands down my body. Sarah and I dressed for dinner, and it was noticeable that Simon was coming out of his shell much more. He seemed a little uneasy at first, and while Sarah just accepted her foreign surroundings Rhea had to force him to relax. Dad had cooked a joint of lamb for Sunday roast, and we sat down to enjoy it with a glass of wine. Dad enjoyed playing host, and the two youngest members of our party had far more than one glass of wine to drink. By the time we had finished dessert – a fruit cheesecake – Simon and Rhea were dominating the conversation. "How long have you been going out?" Dad asked Simon, who looked at Rhea. "Sort of since the Summer," Rhea responded, and Dad grinned. "Going to let him answer for himself?" He teased, and Rhea shook her head. "Why would I do that? He might get it wrong." Dad looked over at Sarah and then at Rhea. "I know," I said reading his mind. "Two very different relationships." "Perhaps if you looked after him a bit more, and shouted a bit less, he might go and cuddle you in the morning," Sarah teased and Simon nodded. "Yeah, I like that," Simon suggested. "Oi," Rhea snapped. "Nobody asked you," she said firmly and then looked at Sarah. "Or you." "Easy Rhea," Dad told her, but she just shook her head and glared at me. "Just 'cos you two are in a fantasy-land. We've gone beyond the babbling charm and stuff, we have been going out for months, it's not all flowers you know, we are different people and life isn't perfect all of the time." "And you are still annoyed with him?" I asked, and Rhea nodded. "Of course I am. He lied to me," Rhea snapped, her tone making her sound stressed and vexed. Simon shifted awkwardly, and Dad looked at them. "He was being bullied, Rhea." "Yes I know that," Rhea snapped and gestured towards me violently. "But he lied. He said everything was all right, and it wasn't. I don't like being lied to." "You lie all the time." I waited for Rhea to respond, but a rebuttal was not forthcoming, so I looked over at Dad and explained how Rhea had got herself suspended. Rhea gave a brief smile when she thought of the day when she attacked her ex-boyfriend, the bully, and even recounted the incident in the park, that I had forgotten about. "But, that is so unreasonable," Sarah said to Rhea who sighed. "Of course, he wants to keep it a secret; you can have secrets you know." "See, you two are just joined at the loins, he might not be able to do anything wrong," she said firmly, pointing at me. "But Simon very much can with me. I want to trust him, and I can't if he is keeping things from me." "Well you will lose him if you keep treating him like that," Sarah warned her, and Rhea just shrugged. "And that would make you miserable." Rhea snorted. "Don't give me a lecture on relationships. None of my boyfriends have cheated on me, and I haven't cheated on any of my boyfriends, so I am not doing everything wrong." There was a sharp intake of breath, and I stood up, my finger wagging at my sister. "That's out of order Rhea," I shouted at her. "You take that back." Rhea sneered at me. Sarah tugged at my shirt asking me to calm down, but I stood glaring at her. "No," she said, leaning back on her chair. "No I won't. You act like I am don't know what I am doing, but my relationships have been built on trust." I spluttered. "Bollocks, Rhea." "Like how?" Rhea asked. "Like, none of my boyfriends have had nothing but respect for me." I spluttered. "Yeah right." Rhea threw her arms out in front of her and gestured. "How would you know. You're just a horny little fucker who..." "None of Sarah's boyfriends have tried to rape her, how's that for trust?" Rhea stared at me for a moment, shook her head slowly, and as Dad looked as us both, she threw her chair back and stormed out of the room, utterly speechless. "What is that all about?" Dad asked, and Sarah scowled at me. I glared at the disappearing frame of my sister, and Sarah pushed me back on my chair. "That wasn't fair, Andy. That was out of order." Simon looked at my father. "Nathan tried to rape Rhea when she wouldn't consent to sex," he explained. Dad wiped his chin. "Was he arrested?" I pulled a face. "No. Rhea dealt with it." "Rhea dealt with it," he thundered in incredulity and stared us, clasping a fist. "My daughter should not be 'dealing' with it." He got up from the table and strode to the doorway. "I want a word with her." "What d'ya have to say that for?" Sarah asked, her eyes sparkling angrily. "You know how upset she gets." "Yes I know," I snapped. "It's a very horrible thing to say," Sarah added as she got up. "To a woman, rape is a big thing." "Where ya goin'?" "Out," Sarah said curtly. "You promised me you'd dealt with your temper." "Sarah!" I pleaded after her, but she didn't even turn to look at me. I groaned and looked at Simon who shrugged. "She'll forgive ya," he promised. I stared at the plates for a moment and then got up. "She always does." "How you deal with her?" I asked Simon, and he gave a chortle. "Expect the unexpected," he replied. "And not take everything she says to heart. She goads and winds up. It's all part of who she is." "Yeah, I know that," I muttered. "But how do you deal with it? She knows exactly how to wind me up." I got up and sighed. "I better go speak to her." My sister was in her room, having told my Dad that she wasn't talking about it who was muttering to himself as he walked the other way down the stairs. "Rhea? Can I come in?" I asked after I knocked on her door. "No. Now fuck off and leave me alone," she aggressively said to me. "I want to talk to you," I asked and put my head around the door, only to duck when a hair brush came flying towards me. "Oi, Rhea!" "I told you to fuck off," she replied. "Now fuck off." "Rhea, I'm sorry for what I said," I told her and had to dodge an incoming can of deodorant. "I said fuck off," she screamed, sitting up on her bed. "How could you poke fun at me for that?" "I wasn't poking fun," I told her and then dodged a book that whistled past my ears. "Haven't you run out of ammo yet?" "No," she cried and pushed her incoming handbag away. I gripped her hands, and she glared at me with her tearful eyes. "I can't believe my own brother would say such things." I gulped and released her hands. Rhea just slapped me across the face, and I howled out in pain. "OK, I probably deserve that," I admitted and she crossed her arms. "I'm sorry." "So you should be. I've had Dad up here, mightily annoyed that I didn't go to the Police and has gone off to 'phone Mum even though I told him not to." "Sarah's stormed off, she's angry with me." Rhea's sniffed, and she blinked. "Yeah well, she's always angry with you. You just swing from one extreme to the other. If you aren't at it like bunnies, then you are at it like scorpions." I rubbed my chin and shrugged; Rhea wasn't wrong. I held out my arms and embraced my sister who told me that while I was forgiven she would not forget my outburst. "It didn't bother me at first, I just managed to push him off, gave him a hiding, told him he was dumped and kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. It was done, over, and I was happy." I nodded and she took a deep breath. "But every time I thought of it, it scared me. He was so close to being able to overpower me, and I didn't want to give him my cherry. I wasn't ready for sex, and he wanted to do that to me." "Then why didn't you talk about it?" "I did. To Simon. Why do you think we are so close? I needed to talk to someone who I could trust." "Like Mum?" "Who wasn't going to give me grief. The amount of time we would spend lying on my bed and he would just cuddle me and talk." She looked at me and gulped. "I really needed him, and I don't like that thought. I don't want to need someone. It's ... not a nice feeling." "At least you had someone." Rhea gave a cursory smile and stared at the television in the corner of the room as she thought. "And you could have talked to me." "You were out chasing Abi, Sarah, Ray's sister and all sorts. You never had the time." "That's not fair," I objected and she raised her eyebrows. "And I didn't want to have a heart-to-heart with my brother about nearly being raped and being scared. I have a reputation to uphold." I gulped and smiled at her, and she just shrugged. "And anyway, I'm fine unless someone or something reminds me of it. Simon told me that I am a fighter with everything I do so I will just lash out when I am reminded of it." "As I saw when you got suspended." "Ahh well," Rhea muttered coyly and stretched her legs. "He deserved that. And it really helped, you know. I think that should be a recognised form of therapy. The 'kick in the balls' therapy. It made me feel so much better." I laughed at her, and her eyes flicked towards her door as there was a knocking sound. "In," she barked and Dad pushed open her door, stepping over the abandoned book, deodorant and hairbrush. "We need to talk," he told my sister. "I am not happy about this. Neither is Grace. We think we need to go to the Police." "To have them drop it after a month for lack of evidence. I dealt with it," Rhea said firmly. "And I am old enough to decide. I dealt with it, Simon helped me through it, and unless I am reminded of it, I am fine. I certainly don't need a Police investigation," she spat and then yawned. "I'll leave you to it," I told them and got up as Dad sat down on the end of her bed. I closed the door behind me and looked out over garden, wondering where my girlfriend was. "Hiya babes," I said as I tentatively approached Sarah, sat on "our" balcony. She looked over at me but said nothing, returning to her book. "Rhea and I have made up." She put her book down and pursed her lips, breathing slowly and rubbing her hands. "And I know you are angry with me." Sarah sniffed. "Disappointed, not angry," she said firmly, in a somewhat patronising manner. "You just act then think when you get wound up or angry." I sat down in the chair next to her and tried to take her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. "I know. It's just ... Rhea. She manages to hit all my buttons to make me annoyed." "Siblings do that," Sarah said in an exasperated voice. "It's what they do. I do it to Paul." I sat down and listened to her chastise me, nodding and she sniffed. "Learn to deal with it." ------- When we first used to come up to see Dad, he used to take us places in his car, and do things, but as we got older, and when Julie stopped coming, and Rhea and I used to take it in turns to invite a friend along, he almost assumed that we would want to stay with them but not spend any time with him. The last time we came up Paula, Rhea and myself had to tell him to come and join us as we went hiking, and he seemed almost as though he was intruding. If we asked he would happily take us places and there was only so much you could do in the middle of the Lake District miles from anywhere else, but we had to ask; he never felt comfortable enough just to take us. Sarah wanted to go to Keswick or Windermere the following day; she had never been to the Lake District and so I found Dad in the Lounge reading a book and sat down opposite. "Sorted Rhea out?" I asked, and Dad snorted. "When did she become so fiercely independent?" He asked and looked at me. "She is more like Grace than either of them would care to admit." I sighed. "So what can I do for you?" "Is there any chance we could go out for the day tomorrow?" I asked the moment I had got his attention, and he put his novel down and looked across at me. "Sure," he said quickly and cleared his throat. "Where?" I repeated the conversation I had had with Sarah and he nodded. "Yeah, go down to Keswick if you want. It's quiet, it's off-season. Could drive across to Ullswater and then find a nice little pub if you like." I smiled and nodded. "I think she'll like that," I told him and he scratched behind his ear and looked across. "She's a nice girl. Where did you find her?" "College," I replied instantly and looked over at the doorway. Sarah said she wanted to go for a little walk down to the Lake after lunch and then glanced out of the living room window towards the lake and saw the red top of Sarah meander around a tree and out of sight. "We took a long time to get together, hence Abi and the others," I replied, and he looked over at me. "She reminds me a bit of Grace, sorry your Mum, when she moved in with me. Warm and loving. Bit shy." I hummed; I didn't quite know what to say, but Dad noticed my hesitancy and just grinned. "You've done well, look after her." "Yeah, I will." ------- Rhea grinned as we emerged for breakfast. "It's nine thirty," she teased. "You been marking ya territory?" "Still speaking to me?" I asked, and Rhea stood with her arms folded. "Yeah well Si talked me into it last night. Ya still a fucking cock." Dad chastised my darling sister, and I gave her a hug. "Sorry," I whispered in her ear, "but you don't make it easy for me when you make me lose my temper." "Well stop being so over protective of her then. She is still a cock tease," she mumbled back and I looked into her eyes as we parted. "Please," I mouthed. "Just don't. It makes it so difficult." "Makes what difficult?" Sarah asked as she listened into our muted conversation. "Me knowing that you are a nasty prick tease and not being allowed to treat you with the contempt you deserve," Rhea ranted, and Sarah forced a smile. "Oh, that." Sarah replied with a smirk and she glanced over at me, shaking her head slightly. "But it was your brother's prick I was teasing, and he wasn't objecting." "I. Don't. Want. To. Know." Rhea said, accentuating the end of each word needlessly. "Keep it to yourselves," she moaned and left to go upstairs to get dressed. After breakfast Dad drove up to Keswick. Simon and Rhea squabbled in the back of the car, so I changed places with Sarah and sat between them, which meant that Simon and myself squabbled with my awkward sister. She kept elbowing me as she struggled to get comfortable and in the end I gripped the top of her thigh and squeezed it, causing her to writhe from the tickling feeling. As my hand touched her, and she wriggled, her short skirt rode up and she flashed herself to anyone who was watching; Rhea was without knickers, and she gave me a scowl as I realised. "Brother," she moaned. "You shouldn't be looking down there. It's ... well it's Norfolk territory." I wiped my face, and Simon just laughed as I blushed. "S'ok," he whispered. "She forgot to pack any underwear, so she's been..." "Sssshhh!" Rhea cried and looked at him. "I promised her that I would buy her some when we came to Keswick," Simon added. "Which is cool 'cause you get to choose them," I teased, and he just nodded. "Of course. Although she says if I get too explicit ones she won't wear them and she'll go commando." This didn't sound like Simon had too much of an incentive to pick sensible underwear, but he shrugged as he read my mind and I just laughed. Rhea slapped the leg of her boyfriend. "I don't want my bro knowing about my knickers and stuff." Sarah turned around and looked at my little sister. "Not to mention your brother's girlfriend and your father." Rhea groaned and glared at Simon. "Well, I've got a good mind to take away the knicker-buying privilege from him if he is going to be indiscreet." Sarah laughed as we pulled into a small car park and Dad pulled out his wallet. He refused to allow me to pay for the car parking, but I couldn't allow him to pay for everything. It wasn't fair. We sat in a small pub on the outskirts of the small Lakeside town and Dad passed us a menu each. "We'll get this," I said, and Sarah nodded. "Yeah, 'cause you gave us the money and..." Sarah added. "Excellent," Rhea said with a flourish and scanned the menu. "I'll have the Venison steak and the wild boar burger not mention the..." Dad stopped her and looked at me. "I'll get this meal. Don't be silly. And Rhea, if you can eat that you can have it." We groaned, but Dad was adamant about paying and neither Sarah nor I wanted to cause a scene in the pub. Rhea decided that, although she was "very hungry and could eat a horse" she could not eat a wild boar. She turned to Simon. "Isn't Mr Russell a wild bore?" "That's very mean," Simon complained, but Rhea was unrepentant at the slur she had made on her English teacher. Sarah and I both picked burgers, but Rhea and Simon had hearty English meals and Simon pinched a bit of my sister's venison steak. "Oi," Rhea cried. "Boyfriend tax," Simon told her with a grin. Sarah laughed as Rhea giggled. "He has definitely tamed the untamable. Like a Roman Centurion successfully advancing over Hadrian's Wall." "He came, he saw and the he apologised for getting it over my face," Rhea joked, and Simon blushed. "Well, I said sorry," he mumbled, and Rhea hit him under the table. Dad glanced at her, and she shrugged. "Oh come on. Don't tell me that..." Dad stopped her, and she poked her tongue out at him. "Aylesbury's nice but there is bugger all to do." Sarah and I walked into the little town after lunch; Dad said he had a little bit of business to attend to and then do some shopping, so we agreed to meet back in three hours. I wasn't sure if Keswick would occupy us for so long, but Sarah grabbed hold of my hand as we walked down the road and swung it wildly. "D'ya want to do what Rhea is doing?" Sarah asked me. "I don't mind putting all my knickers in a drawer and wearing new ones that you choose." I gulped; I liked the thought of it, and we spotted a small women's clothing shop opposite. "Sure," I told her and dragged her across the road in front of a small hatchback. We got a blast of the horn for our trouble, which was understandable, but the little shop had nothing sexy. Most of Keswick's shops were to cater for hikers and tourism centred around the "great outdoors," and lingerie was a long way down the list of priorities for the town and its visitors. I think we would have got more joy at the bigger shops outside the National Park – such as Lancaster, Carlisle or Penrith – but we eventually found a lingerie "boutique" and opened the door to see my sister and Simon fawning over the thongs. "We could come back later," I suggested to Sarah but my girlfriend was in the same uncompromising mood my sister was often in and pushed opened the door. "I'm a size six or eight," she whispered. "Or Medium." "Oh for fuck's sake," Rhea cried when she saw Sarah and myself. "What are you doing here?" "Same as you," Sarah said with a grin. "I've told him to choose all my underwear for the week." Rhea turned to face me standing anxiously by the door and then at Simon, who was holding several pieces of skimpy fabric in various colours. "It's sick," Rhea cried. "Absolutely..." "Any crotchless ones?" Sarah asked, and the young woman watching the shop giggled at Sarah's forthright questioning. "Of course you have." "No," Simon cried. "OK well we got a couple and..." Rhea silenced him and pushed him towards the counter. "Let's buy these before I lose my temper." I didn't pay them any attention while they paid and began to fawn through the underwear the shop did have; it was all very expensive, but the thought of Sarah in her lacy underwear sent shivers down my body. "Just get one or two sets," Sarah whispered but I liked everything in the shop. "They have to be matching, and the bras are so expensive." "S'ok," I muttered. "Been saving." This was true, of sorts. I had saved up some money from working for the trip, and I had no problem with spending it on my sexy girlfriend, as well as the money Dad had provided me with. Sarah gave me a pained expression, and we whispered conspiratorially. In the end, we agreed that Sarah would pay a third towards it, as long as I let her have a veto on all but one of the sets and we worked out in our head that we needed five such pairs of underwear. Sarah loved a bright red lacy set which was sexy but not explicit and I thought the green in the same "model" was just as nice. We put them aside in her size for her to try on. We argued a little over a couple of the crotchless sets with Sarah telling me that she would remove them for me anyway, but she compromised on a very explicit black set with a split crotch and a "peephole" bra. She couldn't complain too much; we agreed on the other four and she tried them on. We had to change one of the sets but in the end bought five pairs – including the "naughty" one. "Do you have ID?" The young woman asked as we went to pay. I gulped and scowled. "Why?" "This set is not suitable for under sixteens." I looked at her and fished around in my wallet for any form of age identification, but Sarah had a swimming card and passed it over. "Sorry," the sales girl flustered. "Your elder sister said you weren't sixteen yet." I huffed and went to speak, but Sarah cut across me and we paid the £200 for the underwear. "I'll kill her," I muttered as we left the shop. "Not sixteen. Elder sister. I'll bloody kill her." I looked up the road and saw my sister sat on a terrace of a pub holding a beer up to me. "Hiya bro," she called, and Sarah pulled me away before I could respond. Sarah and I went for a gentle walk in Keswick, chatting and holding hands. It was a nice day, and we thought about hiring a boat to go across Derwent Water but decided against it and had a nice coffee in the local coffee shop. It was a nice afternoon; Sarah teased me and made several inappropriate and obscene gestures with the food in front of me, but I played along and Sarah broke out into giggling and laughter. I adored her laugh, and her enjoyable smile. She was naturally very playful and clearly enjoyed making other people smile. We ambled back towards the car in good time, although we came from another direction and wasn't completely sure where Dad had left his car. Sarah found it, parked near the entrance, and we leaned against the wall awaiting for him to return. We saw Rhea and Simon in the corner of the car park and called out to them only to see a sharp metal object alongside her as she walked. "What's that knife you've got?" I asked as she reached the vehicle holding the metal object that looked around five foot long. "It's not a knife," Rhea thundered and looked at Sarah and myself with fiery eyes. "Sorry, sword." "Or a sword. God dammit." "Well what is it then?" "A claymore," Rhea said proudly. "And it's a genuine replica." I looked at Sarah and we both asked the same question by looking into each other's eyes and seeing bemusement. "A genuine replica?" Rhea held it out and put it under my chin. "Yep, it is forged in the fires of hell to the exact specification of the Scottish madmen who used to use them. Hence it being genuine and a replica." I flicked the weapon away from me, and Sarah looked at it as Rhea poked it out in front of her. "So what do you want with a claymore?" "'Cos the next time anyone irritates me, I can add death to the possible consequences," Rhea replied with a grin. "No wonder your prick tease looks scared Andy." "Put it down Rhea, before someone gets hurt." I looked at Simon. "What d'ya let Rhea buy a sword for? Are you out of your mind?" Simon scowled. "I didn't. It was her idea to get one, and she just bought one." "You got a dagger," Rhea told him, and he showed off a small weapon no more than six inches long with ornate carvings on the handle. "But I just love the sword." Dad emerged from the supermarket with a trolley and stopped the moment he reached the car and saw Rhea standing there with a five foot weapon. "What the bloody hell?" "You like?" "No," Dad said firmly and Rhea's smile turned to a frown. "What the hell are you doing with that?" Rhea hesitated and then suggested that it would look good on her bedroom wall. "And I got this," Simon added as Dad was shaking his head. "I guess you got them from Mike," he told her. "And he doesn't sell to Under 18s. Hell, I am sure his license says he is not allowed to." Rhea glanced at Simon and then back at Dad. "It's only for decoration. Honestly." Dad looked at his daughter and then held out a finger to her. "I will have a word with Grace and see what she thinks," he told her and Rhea puffed before placing her new pride and joy in the boot of the car. "Well she better say yes," Rhea snapped. "If she knows what's good for her." "I doubt it," Dad told her and put the shopping alongside her weapon in the boot of the car. "Not fair," she muttered and scowled the entire journey back to the house. Rhea started up the argument when she got home, telling Dad she would only help him unload the shopping if he let her take the weapon back to Aylesbury and when he refused got angry as Simon, Sarah and myself helped him with the bags. "Scabs!" We ignored our hissing sister but Rhea followed behind us, still angry and shouting. "I'll speak to your mother," Dad said firmly. "And that's that." "I'll speak to her," Rhea cried and picked up the cordless phone in the kitchen and dialling home. When she got no response she dialled the club and asked to speak to Grace. Rhea's tale of a "small sword" that was "non-dangerous" and "simply beautiful" was bordering on untruth, but I think Mum saw through it as Rhea snarled, subtly hung up and then pretended to speak into the phone within earshot of Dad, thanking "Mum" for being so understanding. "I shall still speak to her," Dad told her as Rhea came into the kitchen triumphantly and Rhea's expression changed. "Oh ... for fuck's sake," she moaned and dragged her boyfriend away from the kitchen. ------- The following day was raining, but Sarah and I had decided to go for a walk before we saw the weather forecast, and were stubborn enough not to change our minds once we had seen it. I had my hiking trousers that dried within seconds, and I persuaded Sarah to come with me around the lake. Our trip around the lake, soon morphed into a trip to the top of the hill and back once the raining had stopped, and we had to take shelter underneath a crocked tree when it started again. "I'm not sure it's a good idea," I told her as we looked out across the small valley where Dad lived. "To be underneath a tree in a storm." "Well I ain't getting wet. I got wet by being thrown into the lake, and now by rain. I ain't brought my coat as..." I cocked my head and kissed her to stop her ranting, and she giggled as I pressed her up against the malformed tree, running my hands over her wet clothes. "If you want your clothes to dry, then take them off and put them on the branch." She raised her eyebrows at me, and I slid off my coat and held it out to her. "What?" "And do what exactly?" The odd rain drop was falling from the leaves, but the base of the tree was fairly dry, and it wasn't cold in the Lake District, or windy, just wet. Paula and I had often found that when wet everything felt cold, but my hiking trousers were designed to dry very quickly and out of the rain for a few minutes, many of the dark blue patches were going a lighter colour. She crossed her arms, and I kissed her. "Hello sexy," I whispered and unbuttoned her trousers. She resisted at first, but I persuaded her and she was soon dressed in just her underwear and my coat with her clothing hung over a lower branch to dry. It wasn't cold at all although we were met by a wall of rain around the expansive tree and Sarah's hair was plastered to her head. I put my bare arms around her and cuddled her, drowned in my oversized coat. We kissed again, and I felt her bare skin and then looked at her. "Your underwear's soaking," I said with a serious voice. She giggled. "Yeah, and it's not the rain." "Off with them Miss Bailey," I told her. "If you know what's good for you." She sniffed and looked at me with a coltish expression on her face. "Well I'm not sure I should be so exposed with a gentleman of your good standing on a mountain," she said, and I resisted the urge to correct her on the use of "mountain." Instead, I knelt on the ground and put my hands either side of her cotton waistband and pulled the little knickers down to her ankles. She licked her lips, and I pushed her back. She stepped out of them and I threw them up in the air, getting them caught on a higher branch. She scowled slightly, but they were reachable by me, if not by her. "Now, I am just doing a little check to make sure your wet underpants hasn't damaged your flower." She giggled at me and leant back against the tree, almost sitting down on a small branch of the tree where it was horizontal. I had her loins in front of me and couldn't resist; I put my thumb either side of her vulva and pulled it apart slightly, freeing the labia and opening up the clitoral hood. Sarah mewed in expectation, and I took a second to admire her pink opening. Every part of my girlfriend was beautiful – her bouncy personality, her welcoming smile, her wavy hair, her radiant skin, her sizeable bosom and her pert rear – but I just adored everything about her slit. It lingered on the nose like the finest of wines, and was as smooth as marble, but Sarah was a hundred times happier when it had been caressed and I had every intention of bringing her to a climax. I kissed the outside of her delicate and slightly musky crack, sliding my tongue in and savouring her sweet juices from her intimate areas. She gave a gentle sigh and then a gasp as my tongue slid over her clitoris. I waited, and then swept up and down her crevice and gently poked her hole; she cried out again and again. I liked seeing her swear as I touched her and flicked her clit from underneath its hood. She squealed, and I felt her sodden cunt leak juices onto my chin; it was an erotic feeling, and I wiped it; sure they weren't all Sarah's but I loved the fact that she was leaking! Sarah squirmed, and I put my hand on her belly button to hold her in place; her clitoris had poked out of its hood and was being licked, flicked and sucked. Sarah ran her hands through my short hair and then on my shoulder, pushing down and grabbing hold of my T-Shirt. I looked up over her mons and towards her face, but she was looking up into the trees, crying out and squealing. She looked so sexy, and I slid a finger into her womanhood; the effect was instant. She bolted, and her legs quivered and mewed loudly with every exhalation, swearing violently and panting loudly. She cried out, her sweetness gushing into my mouth, and I gulped, gleefully watching as my girlfriend had an orgasm on the rain-soaked hill. She threw her head back, groaning loudly and nasally as her legs shook and her body squeezed hard against my intruding fingers. I waited for her to stop shuddering and looked up at her with a smile. "No damage to my flower?" Sarah asked with a grin. "Oh, I should check again," I muttered, but she stopped me. "You'll wear me out," she cried as she squeezed her legs together and put her hands up to get her underwear. "And it's too cold to have sex out here." I grinned and her and pulled her underwear out of the tree. I gave them to her and smiling, pulled my trousers down and letting my cock bob free. "See! I love going down on you!" She laughed and licked her lips. "You say you do, and I liked it when we were friends but ... half the girls on the team get earache about asking their boyfriends to do it and I was blushing when I said that my friend, not my boyfriend, my friend said he loves doing it. So I just think it's just you being nice." I sighed and pulled her clothes down from the tree. We had a good walk back, and I told her that I really did enjoy eating her out, especially when she was on top and Sarah just giggled shyly. Rhea cackled as we entered the house. "Muddy knees," she cried, and she looked at me. "Either you've been up to something or you're engaged and..." "It's not one knee," Sarah told her and then stuck her tongue out before wiggling it. "Don't you just love it when a guy does wonderful things for you?" Rhea snarled and slammed the door to the lounge. "What? I didn't say I wouldn't wind up your sister!" ------- I was given my usual morning alarm call with a shaved pussy being presented to my face, and I couldn't resist but grabbing hold of the thighs and bringing it down onto my lips. Sarah cried out as I devoured my "breakfast" - a lovely treat of musky loveliness from my lustful girlfriend. I held her thighs down as I pushed my face into her crotch and slid along her slick passage to her clitoris. I had no such worries about it being too sensitive: Sarah was wet and her clit was poking out from its hood; I had a distinct impression that Eric had been given a workout while I slept. Sarah groaned as I licked her slit and flicked her button causing her to flinch every time I made contact. She leant forward to take my cock in her mouth, and as I sucked and swept along her womanhood, she gleefully sucked and worked my manhood. I couldn't see what she was doing, her body was in the way, but it felt fantastic, and she was definitely sucking the tip as I felt her warm mouth over my glans. I was enjoying the sights, smells and tastes of Sarah's sweet musk and devoured it. As I increased my pace, Sarah would increase the speed of her movement on my manhood, and it almost developed into a race. I was unable to get my hand past her thighs to poke at her hole, and I had Sarah doing her thing on my cock, which I could not resist, so I was always destined to climax first. After I had squirted into her mouth, she sucked the tip and then sat more upright, which I always preferred and ate her out to her own orgasm. We played with each other a little more, and then at ten o' clock rose for breakfast. I was acutely aware of that we hadn't seen much of my Dad and Sarah and I took him walking. There was no repeat of the rain when we ventured out alone (and therefore no stripping by the crooked tree), but we had a nice afternoon stroll before rejoining him at the house and helping him cook tea. Sarah yawned as we cleared up "I am going down for an early night," she told me, and I got up, but she put her hand on my shoulder. "Alone. I want to read my book." "Oh," I said in disappointment and Sarah looked at Dad. "Good Night Terry." Rhea waved bye to her and then looked at Simon. "You want an early night?" Simon bit his lip and smiled at her. "Yes please." "Excellent," she said and got up. She kissed him on the cheek and then on the lips, her hands sliding over his torso and then pushed him towards the door. "See you in the morning," she told him and sat back down again on the chair. "What?" "You're teasing him," I told her. "You are being the nasty prick tease you dislike Sarah for." "I am not teasing," Rhea said with a smirk. "He wants an early night, I want to have a drink with my Dad." Simon stood hovering in the doorway, but Rhea didn't glance at him, or even acknowledge his presence behind her. "And anyway, he has had enough early nights and good mornings and he will get them later on in the week so there will be a break tonight. Rhea is closed for affection." Simon looked towards Dad and me, gave a muted gesture with his hands and left the doorway. "Rhea, that was mean," I told her and she grunted. "Yeah, well, he has been getting on my nerves a bit today," she thundered. "He has moaned constantly." Dad took Rhea's glass and filled it up with a generous amount of cream liqueur and then did the same with whisky in my glass. "Cheers," I muttered. "So what has he been moaning about then?" "Oh it's feeble bollocks. I mean, doesn't that sword look pretty epic?" Dad and I looked at each other, and Rhea sniffed. "The word you are looking for is yes, it looks pretty epic." "It looks nice," I told her politically. "It does look nice. It is also a weapon and no wonder he would have been a touch..." I racked my brain for the right word. "Apprehensive?" Dad suggested. "As scared as Laura Jameson at a bra fitting." Dad and I both gave muffled giggles and Rhea smiled. "She's as flat chested as a dolphin. But anyway, he was just terrified and moaned at me all the way from the shop to the car. Said it was not right, and I mean, I thought we got past all this in the Summer. We had an agreement. He thinks I am wrong, we chat, and then we agree I was right all along. And if he doesn't, he just shuts the fuck up. And he got a dagger, but I think he thinks I am going to take it to his bollocks or to Nathan. Both of which have certain appeals." Dad and I both smiled at her, and she took a gulp of her drink. "Sarah. Me. Based on a normal relationship." "Oi," Rhea retorted. "Less than a week. That's all, loverboy. Less than a week." "I was with Paula for two years. And our relationship was built on being nice to each other. And respect." Rhea grinned at his. "So is ours. He is nice to me as he respects the amount of pain I can cause him." "Don't start this again," Dad warned us. "We won't," I promised and adjusted my trousers. Rhea giggled at me, but my clothing often got bunched up in places and I made myself comfortable. Dad passed me a glass of beer and Rhea a cool white wine. She looked longingly at the beer in my hand and then asked Dad if she could have a beer as well. Dad groaned and then relented; Rhea was always good at getting what she wanted from Dad and he did it without a moment's hesitation from his alcohol cupboard. "Not bad," she told him as she took a sip. "Malty but not too..." Dad winced slightly, he certainly did not expect to have his youngest daughter critique the beer that he bought. Rhea and I drank our drinks, and we both had another and another. We played Gin Rummy while we talked, and Dad explained about his business projects he had coming up. We stopped playing cards after Rhea got annoyed (she kept losing) and Dad gave me a whisky. "That Sarah'll be annoyed if you get too pished," he drunkenly slurred. "Ahh no," I told him. "She'll be alright." "He's everything she's ever wanted," Rhea added mockingly in a girly voice. Dad laughed. "That's 'cos if you ask a girl what she wants in a partner they tell you funny, caring, loving guys who are smart, sexy, good-looking, good fun. And then you ask the guy what he wants, and it is big tits, nympho." We laughed at his tipsiness, his loose tongue and glazed eyes showing a side to him I had not seen. "I knew I wanted Sarah when I first met her." "You fucking liar," Rhea replied and folded her arms over. "You were busy chasing Abi when you first her." I hummed. "Well to a point," I said, and Rhea snarled as she picked up the bottle of wine and drank from the bottle. "I still liked Sarah. And you can't deny I didn't give up on her. Three months I was chasing her." Rhea snorted. "Well that's 'cos she was a fuckin' prick tease. She was scared of committing to you." "Your Mum," Dad said to us. "Ahh, she was beautiful. We met in London, a chance meeting, you could say and I had to plead with her to go out with me. She was so scared of a commitment, but when we did. It was like heaven. Utter heaven." Rhea and I looked at each other, not quite sure what to say. Rhea spoke before I did. "But you got divorced." Dad took a deep breath. "I know," he muttered. "Biggest regret of my life." His face twitched slightly, and he looked at my sister. "And unless you learn to listen to your partners it'll happen to you too." Rhea dismissed him. "Simon wouldn't dare dump me," she told him, and Dad's expression changed. "He will," Dad warned. "'Cause that's what I thought." He gulped, put his head in his hands and wiped his eyes. "And you don't get second chances. You've both got cracking partners, look after them," he told us. "Make sure you look after them." ------- Chapter 3 It was a lovely day on Thursday, and I managed to convince Sarah to join me on the lake in Dad's dinghy. She took some persuading, but the post-orgasmic glow of Sarah always made her unusually compliant and I timed my request well. I had to promise her that I would not allow Rhea onto the lake, and she acquiesced without too much struggle. Rhea, was quite prepared to stay away from the water and instead used the bikes to cycle into Coniston, the nearby town, and I was almost relieved. I didn't fancy starting an argument with her as she was being particularly up and down with her moods all holiday. I never knew what to do with her when she was behaving like that, but fortunately I had Sarah to look after, and after boating across the lake and having a lovely picnic on the dinghy, we returned to the sanctuary of the pool. Sarah put her arm around me by the side of the Jacuzzi as I lowered myself into the water and her hand twitched. "Andy," she said slowly and nervously. "What happens to Abi now?" I took a deep breath and rubbed my nose; it was one of the two subjects I had intentionally avoided all holiday. "Well, nothing. She knew when, well if, we got together things would stop with her." Sarah looked at me and then gave a gentle nod. "And you want that?" "I want you," I replied quickly and honestly; it was true, I had chased Sarah for months, and while I was certain that I loved Abi in my own way, I wanted to be with Sarah. "I mean she is still going to be a friend but that night we got together I went to tell her, and I didn't even get a goodnight kiss." Sarah adjusted her face for a moment. "That's not what I asked. What about her? It does seem a little unfair." I puffed slightly, and she sucked in air through her teeth. "What I mean is, I really enjoyed playing with her when she lost the bet. It was amazing, and I would be open to threesomes if you wanted it. Sometimes, maybe." I gawped at her open-mouthed; I just didn't know what to say in response. I spluttered and Sarah giggled, laughing loudly. "Is that a 'I need to think about it' moment?" "It's not that. It's just Kevin cheated on you and I don't want to do the same." "Ahhh," Sarah murmured triumphantly. "We could have threesomes, so we would have sex with Abi not you have sex with her or I have sex with her. But it doesn't have to be Abi, I'm just saying." I screwed up my face, and Sarah just giggled at the incomprehension I was showing, but it was clear that she had thought about it. All she asked for, was a promise that I would not touch Abi without her being there, which was a promise I was only too keen to make. "Does that promise extend to Zoe?" I teased, and Sarah poked her tongue out at me. I stayed silent for a moment, contemplating what Sarah had decided upon. In my heart of hearts, I knew the moment Sarah and I had started going out Abi was off-limits and although part of me was a little disappointed and sad at this, I just knew and accepted it, but my girlfriend seemed to want to see me with Abi. It felt weird, and I didn't quite know what to make of it. "It's OK," Sarah told me with a grin. "I liked the threesome I had, and I deffo want some more when we are ready." She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "But we'll do it at your pace." "My pace?" Sarah nodded and squeezed my hand. "I would love to be part of an orgy, I've read so many stories with group fucking in and it sounds amazing, but I know reality'll be different. But I do like the idea, and until I do it, I'll still keep fantasising." Her hands shook as she spoke and she bit her lip. "What I mean is, I'll understand if you don't want to do it, but Abi seems a good start as we've both been with her and I know she dain't want you, so no real threat." I gulped, and she raised my chin up to look at her. "Well say something. I could never tell Kev this as I knew he would freak on me, but I want to try this and I want to do it with someone I trust." "Well umm..." I sighed. "I always knew going out with you would be a rollercoaster," I started and then paused as I contemplated what I wanted to say. "And if you really want to, then when we are ready ... sure!" She smiled at me and squeezed my hand. "Are you aren't mad at me for suggesting it?" "Course not," I told her, but I needed an hour or two to work out exactly what I did think; I wasn't annoyed with Sarah – she had simply told me her fantasy – but I didn't quite understand what to make of it; in the end I decided to worry about it after the holiday and put it from my mind; only this proved to be harder than I imagined as I thought about little else that day. ------- As Dad believed we would be frantically packing on Friday night, he wanted to take us out on Thursday (his logic was irrefutable as Sarah had managed to scatter her belongings to the four corners of the house and had then spent half of the week wondering where her things were). Rhea was in a foul mood; Simon had upset her with something he had said and he had wisely put himself on the other side of his girlfriend in the back seat as we sped through the Lake District. Rhea glared at him and had her arms folded. "Rhea," he muttered, but my sister sucked in through her teeth. "OK I am sorry." "After what you said?" There was a harshness to her voice, and I don't think Simon was going to be able to diffuse the argument with a simple apology. "What did you say?" I asked, and Rhea poked me in the ribs. "Don't talk to him. He is being sent to Coventry." "I said she looked thin," Simon replied, and Rhea crossed her arms. "So I suppose I need to get fat. Is it because of Vicky, 'cause I don't want thunder thighs just so you can get your jollies? Stuff myself full of cream cakes so I can get fat." "I didn't say that," Simon said, but Rhea ignored him. "I'm not getting dodgy arteries just so my sicko boyfriend can like fat women. It's fucking sick. If you want a fat bitch, ask Vicky out on a date..." "I don't want you fat," Simon yelled across the seat. "I just don't want you to look anorexic. I could see your bones in the mirror." Rhea took a deep breath and smacked her fist into his leg. "I do not look fuckin' anorexic," she screeched. "And I can have you any day." "Yeah, but you will look too thin if you don't look after yourself. You look like a rake, and I don't want you to get ill." Rhea raised her hand, and I put it back down. "Simon, shut up," I warned and turned to Rhea. "And that goes for you too." Rhea went to respond, but Dad wisely put the radio on, reasonably loudly, and while Rhea could have made herself heard above it, I knew she would wait until her and Simon were alone before continuing with her complaint. "This is one of my favourite restaurants," Dad proudly boasted as we walked up to the little eaterie on the main road in Keswick. "Lovely food and great service and..." Rhea pushed open the door, and a flustered waiter came over. "Ahh Monsieur Terry," he said without a moments' hesitation. "You want a table? That might be, a, a, a problem..." Rhea sneered. "That's OK," Rhea said with a forced, scheming smile. "We came to eat off the ground." Rhea replied, her eyes boring into the shifting Frenchman and striding into the room, pointing into the corner. "Can we have a carpet for five please?" "Rhea," Dad exclaimed, and Rhea stood with her arms folded. "Over here OK. I know we might be in the way of the toilets but who cares?" "Rhea!" Dad barked. "Please don't upset them," he whispered. "This is my favourite restaurant." "Well ... what a stupid bloody question, of course we want a table. What the fuck does he bloody expect?" The waiter shifted as Rhea's words punctured the atmosphere. "Rhea," Dad hissed angrily. "Behave yourself." I turned to Simon. "You need to sort her out," I muttered. "This is your fault she's in the mood she's in." Simon groaned and looked at his angry girlfriend, called her name and pulled her outside when she didn't respond. I heard Rhea protest and then saw Simon throw her up against the glass front. A number of eyes turned to watch as he kissed her. She struggled at first, her arms thrashing and he held her tight. They broke their embrace and Rhea told him that he still wasn't completely forgiven, but it was an "acceptable start." Rhea was still snapping and angry, and I was beginning to get annoyed with her. She had lurched from one emotion to another, constantly angry or frustrated all week and was glad that I had spent most of it with Sarah. In the end, we got a table in the corner and Rhea made great play at picking the lowest calorie item from the menu and deciding against a dessert, before pointing this out to her boyfriend. Simon looked perplexed; Rhea was thin, and she had always been thin no matter what she ate but she had an undeniable strength that belied her build. Her weight was fine, but Simon had voiced a concern and my sister was being petty and childish about it. She was in danger of spoiling her holiday with Simon and for it to be remembered for the wrong reasons. Sarah was different; everything about the week with Sarah was perfect. She kept looking over at me, smiling and grinning, and she had done all week, and I returned the compliment. It had been a great week, and I had loved the cuddles and kisses, not to mention the sex and intimacy. Sarah squeezed my hand as we walked back to the car and cuddled into me as Dad drove home. "Sarah," I called out as she opened our bedroom door. "Can we talk?" Her face, complete with a warm smile and bouncing hair turned to face me, and she licked her lips. "I know," she said seductively. "I've scared you about all my talk of threesomes and orgies." I gulped, and she put her hands on my waist. "I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to scare you." "You've not scared me," I replied and little too hasty and Sarah whispered in my ear; she had drunk three glasses of wine in the restaurant and I knew the slightly glazed look in her eyes would elicit nothing but candour. "You make me squeal and do ... wonderful things ... but I want to see you fuck other people. But just that ... sex ... not love. Don't you want to see me with other girls." I gulped, and she felt my groin through my trousers. "Of course you do. And I want to see you with other girls. But not now. Or next week. Or next month. Or not even this year or maybe not next year. Just whenever. I want you now and I want..." She pushed me away slightly and pulled at my belt. She smiled at me and sat me down on the bed, before twirling in her dress. She was not used to it and fell against the wall – the wine may have contributed, but she smiled and slapped my hands when I moved. "Stay there," she told me and flicked on the radio. Sarah pushed her body towards me and unhooked her dress as a football anthem came through the speakers. She looked at me and then the floor, trying desperately to dance seductively to unsuitable music. Her hips wiggled, and she fell against the wall again as her dress got caught in her ankles. "You OK?" "Fine," she muttered and spun around, unhooking her bra and then sliding her knickers down. If she had wanted to do an alluring striptease, it hadn't really worked: it was over too quickly and she failed to keep eye contact with me during her dancing. That said, having a naked girlfriend is always a good start and I pulled her towards me, and kissed her belly before sliding off the bed and kissing her mons. She giggled and let me push her onto the double bed as I frantically unclothed myself. She barely had to wait for a moment until I looked up at her with a grin. "May I?" "Of course," she said with a snort and I gently nibbled at the inside of her thigh. She murmured and squeaked as my lips scouted around her crevice and then touched her clit. She groaned audibly and pushed her body into the mattress. I tasted her muskiness and swirled my tongue around her button, pushing hard on her teenage pearl before flicking it. Sarah groaned and grunted, closing her eyes and allowing me to bring her to orgasm before pulling on my arms. "Come here," she whispered and we embraced as my cock slid along her crack and nestled at the mouth of her entrance. She looked longingly at me, and I thrusted deep into her unprotected womanhood. It was gentle, loving sex that we did while kissing each other. Her nipples rubbed against my chest as I rocked back and forth and I felt their rigidness against my body. Sarah was grunting through her nose, and I closed my eyes as we kissed. I could feel myself nearing the point of no return, and Sarah must have sensed it as she started pushing down on my thrusts, squeezing my cock as it intruded into her personal space. She grunted as I sped up; I was going to erupt into her and gasped, screwing up my face and clamping my lips together as a few waves of my seed were squirted into my lover. She was panting as I held my position inside her and we kissed. "Thank you," I muttered and she just giggled. "I just want to know," I said with a smile as I withdrew. "Exactly why you think I would want anyone else!" ------- Rhea flounced down in the chair at breakfast with her arms crossed. "I'm still waiting." "Rhea?" Simon pleaded, and Rhea glared at him. "Come on." "Thank me." "What for?" Sarah and I asked in unison. "Tell 'em." Simon shook his head, and Rhea spluttered. "He admitted he had a wank last night, and he was thinking of me. So he needs to thank me for getting his end away as it was all down to me. Was it a good orgasm or just a standard wank?" I looked at Sarah and then at Rhea; Simon was shaking his head and was bright red. "That's very personal." "Yeah. And it's well out of order. I don't exist just to populate his spank bank." Sarah giggled. "Am I in your spank bank?" She asked with a mischievous look. "Of course not," Rhea replied instantly. "He spends too long fuckin' you to have any time for self-pleasure." "Excuse me!" I moaned. "It's all very personal." Simon looked at Rhea and she grunted, pouring some tea into a cup. "Of course," Simon told her quietly. "If you..." Rhea spluttered an interruption. "If you think I am always going to play with you just to stop you having a wank," she said loudly, and Simon went red again. "I distinctly remember something in the bible," I told my sister and her eyes widened. "Err ... offside! I am not a Christian." "You are C of E," I told her, and my little sister snorted. "As I said. I am not a Christian. I am an Atheist. Hence the C of E bit." Simon's face contorted slightly, and she licked her lips. "I go to Church, so Simon is happy, and his parents are happy, but I am not a Christian. So bible passage or no bible passage, I do not care if some 2,000 year old text says I can't play with my boyfriend's cock 'cause I am going to do it if I want and..." "I really don't want to know," I told her, and she slurped her drink with a smirk. "Of course, I never said I did, I just said I wouldn't use the bible as a reason not to." I shook my head and looked over at Sarah who shrugged. "And Church of England isn't Atheist," Simon told her, but Rhea just cackled. "Of course it is. Hell, everyone in our school is Church of England. If Satan was here, he'd be C of E. C of E is nothing but a catch-all religion for the English." Simon flinched and coughed. "I'm C of E," Simon told her. "OK, we told your mother I was Christian. Why did we do that? To let us date. If I told her I was an Atheist d'ya think she'd have allowed it? Course not. So we told her, I was C of E. Doesn't mean I believe in the fairies at the bottom of the garden." All four of us groaned, and it started a disagreement with Simon, so Sarah and I retreated from the conversation. Dad had been unerring silent throughout Rhea's proclamations and had a knowing smile on him. It was the last full day we had in the Lakes, and he told us to be ready at 10am to go out. Both Rhea and I looked blankly at each other, but Dad wasn't telling us anything so Sarah and I limited ourselves to some mutual masturbation in the shower and several long kisses under the warm shower head. Dad gave a smile, and we walked out to his car. "So where are we going?" Rhea asked, in her usual impatient way, and Dad chuckled. "You'll see," he said and drove into Coniston and then took the road out towards Barrow and the coast. Sarah and I looked at each other, but she soon turned her attention to the window as the road took in some spectacular views, dramatic landscapes and tranquil locations. I took to talking to Dad, Rhea and Simon started squabbling over something and Dad started talking about his property projects for the forthcoming year. He seemed almost a little bit defeated: for the first time in several years he would not be building a single house inside the national park, choosing the outlying towns and villages around the Lake District. "Regulations – so bloody many of them," he moaned as the car turned onto a main road. It came to rest at a small farmhouse, and Dad was the first to get out. "Where are we?" Rhea asked, and an older gentleman came running over, shaking Dad's hand as he did. "This is Pete, my architect," Dad said and introduced myself, Sarah, Rhea and Simon to him. "He has a big farm here and said we could use it." "Use it?" I asked, and Dad smiled. "Listen, next year you'll be seventeen. And you too Sarah, right? Bet you wanna get your provisional license. For driving?" I hummed in agreement. "Well yes, but..." I stared at his smiling face and then at the gentle slope in front of us and Dad chuckled at our confusion. "I have a couple of old bangers I used to teach my two in," Pete said. "It's private land." It suddenly dawned on me what Dad was planning and doing, and Rhea whooped. "A race," she cried, and Dad shook his head. "No," he told her firmly. "Driving lessons." "Can't we do a race?" Rhea moaned, and Dad shook his head. "No. It's not safe to go racing." Rhea grunted and kicked a stone into the field in annoyance. "These might be old bangers," he said firmly. "And they are fine to teach in, but we haven't got roll cages and the like. It's a nice day, and I bought a picnic for you." He passed a small hamper out of the boot of the car, and she snatched at it. "Go spend some time with Simon." Rhea's face broke into a smile. "Where?" "There are miles of fields and Lake District to see, go 'round the corner or five miles away. Just be back here by four thirty." Rhea's face widened slightly, and she grabbed Simon's hand. "And don't do anything I wouldn't do." Rhea waited until she was at the end of the lane and turned. "Where would be the fun in that," she shouted with a smirk. "Taking a chance letting Rhea go out like that and expect her to be back in time," I told him but he just shrugged. "I put an O.S. map in her hamper and circled where we are. And a compass," he said defensively. "How lost can she get?" "Very," I muttered but Dad grabbed a set of keys from Pete and opened the oldest car – a fifteen year old faded blue saloon and Dad held the driver's door open gesturing for me to get in. I felt nervous; I had sat in the driver's seat of a car before, but never before when I was about to drive. Dad ran around the front and opened the passenger door before climbing in and adjusting the seat back. The car smelt a little musty, but Dad just told me to open the window to let the fresh air into the car. He started going through the controls of the vehicle, how to use them and what lights on the dashboard I should look out for. I glanced across and saw Pete with Sarah who was listening intently and then broke into a smile. Dad tapped a small button and called it the "Choke" and then told me to turn the key into the ignition. I almost didn't expect it to start, but it did fairly easily and Dad gave a grin. "Pete's had 'em both running for ten minutes," he said with a smirk, and I didn't know what to say; it obviously meant something to him. Dad told me to put the car in gear by depressing the clutch, but I pressed the brake instead of the clutch, and the gearbox made a grating sound as I struggled to get it into gear. I then compounded this by stalling the car twice and then when I did get it into gear, stalled it again. I just restarted the car without depressing the clutch, causing it to lurch forwards and he told me to take a deep breath. Dad was calm (I rarely saw him not calm) and had me start the car again slowly before talking me through the clutch as I edged up the small embankment. Sarah was some distance ahead of me (she was finding her Rover easier to drive than my Ford Escort) and I had to pull sharply on the steering wheel for it to turn. Dad laughed as I huffed, pulling the worn and smooth wheel as I reached the edge of the field and helped me to straighten out the vehicle. "It's easier when you get power steering," he said with a laugh and then encouraged me to accelerate towards Sarah. The morning continued in much the same way with Dad then taking me to another field and then through a small wood. The tracks were hard work, and I was glad when we broke for lunch. Pete was very similar to my Dad in lots of ways; they had the same laid back attitude and teased me a little when he pointed out how well "my bird" was doing; she had certainly taken to driving far easier than I had. It just seemed to come naturally and was proud that she hadn't stalled the car all morning. After lunch, Dad took me across another field and then onto the highway. I panicked a little, asking him if it was legal (it wasn't) and what would happen if I met another car. I got a standard reply of "don't crash then!" We drove for miles on single track country lanes, and the only vehicle we met was Sarah's Rover coming the other way. Dad got me to back up down the lane, but I misjudged a small wall and caught the bumper as I tried to get into a passing place. Sarah smirked as she got out of the car, joining Dad and me as we inspected the damage. I felt guilty and bit my lip before looking at Pete. "I'll pay for any damage," I told him, and the balding architect laughed at me. "I bought the car for fifty quid," he said proudly. "And my boys added bloody 'undreds of dents in it." I looked at my Dad who told me to go forwards slightly and then "left hand down" when I reversed, and we managed to pass. Sarah finished her "lesson" before me as her car was low on petrol and Pete teased her about having a "heavy foot." We thanked our two instructors, but Dad's friend dismissed it as nothing. He had given up his entire day to help two people he had never met before drive his vehicles on his land and he waved it away with a wave of the hand. "Anything for ole Terry," Pete told us. Dad gave the smallest of smiles and we sat on the bonnets waiting for Rhea. I looked at Sarah who was scratching her arm. "Fleas?" I teased. "Piss off," she muttered. "Insects 'round here. All over the bloody place and..." She never finished as Dad jumped down with a start and pulled out the keys. "I forgot," he said loudly and pushed me from the Rover before opening it up and pointing out the various components inside it. "Need to know what's under the bonnet!" Rhea joined us just as Dad was finishing and he chastised her for being late. "Lake District; fucking massive. This farm, bloody small," Rhea defended herself with wild arm gestures. "Like trying to find Tiny Cock's manhood." "I gave you a map," Dad replied back as he unlocked his car. "Yeah ... and we 'ad no idea where we were," Rhea retorted and then hugged her father. "But thanks for picnic. 'Twas lovely." Sarah and I thanked Dad's friend again as we left and Dad looked at me in the front seat. "Did well ... both of you. Just need driving lessons when you start." "So who won the race?" Rhea asked, and we groaned. "There was no race," I replied, but Rhea didn't believe us. "'Twas No Knickers, wasn't it?" "Do all the nicknames you give people come from their genitals?" I asked and she stretched, making a funny face. "Oh no," she told me. "I just call you Muppet." ------- Dad joined us on the small terrace with a glass of whisky and sat down next to us. He was swaying slightly as he walked and I had heard some light-hearted shouting earlier. Maybe Rhea had been playing drinking games with Dad! "Don't worry, I'll leave you alone," he said and looked at Sarah. "It's been good having you here. Both of you." Sarah bit her lip and flicked her hair out of her face. "I've really enjoyed myself. Thank you for having me. And thanks for the driving lesson and the..." "You've been no trouble," he interrupted her with a grin and tapped the side of his glass. "You make sure my son looks after you." Sarah bit her lip and blushed slightly, but Dad rubbed his chin. "I know a good thing when I see one," he told her candidly. " ... and he's got good taste. He gets it from his Old Man!" Sarah gave an embarrassed giggle, but Dad was partially serious and bit his fingernails as Sarah looked awkwardly at him. "But make sure he doesn't get stupid. I had a very good thing with my first real love, and I never knew how good it was 'til it was gone. Please don't let him make the same mistake." "I won't," Sarah said with ultimate brevity. "Good," he muttered and looked at me. "You make sure you look after her. Nice girls don't come along too often and..." "Yeah I know," I interrupted him. He shook his head. "You don't," Dad said quickly. "Trust me, you don't. You make sure you look after young Sarah 'cause nice girls are a bastard to find. Don't make the same mistake I did. It's about listening and talking to each other." Sarah looked at me. "We know. We nearly didn't get together because we didn't do that!" "Well make sure you do," he told us and studied my expression for any hint of weakness. "I'll leave you two alone," he said as a smile flickered across his face and he squeezed my shoulder. "But you better look after her." I waited for him to go and looked at Sarah giggling at me. We had been watching the sun set, but she licked her lips before sniffing. "Andy," she said with a smirk in the half-light. "I want looking after." "You always want looking after," I teased, and she gulped. "I know. But you heard your dad. Make sure you look after me! I really want looking after!" I shook my head and downed the last of my drink. I held out my hand and gave her a coy smile. "Well come on then!" Sarah gave a little wriggle of her hips as she got up and put her arms around me, kissing me on the lips. "I want..." "Everything," I finished for her. "You are seriously high maintenance!" I joked, and she giggled into my neck; it tickled! "I am not high maintenance," Sarah replied with a snort, her eyes sparkling in the twilight. "I just like being loved and made to feel special." "You are special," I told her and put a hand at the back of her legs to carry her through the doorway. I know I share some genes with Rhea, and every so often it shows; as my beaming girlfriend was carried past the pool, I couldn't resist dangling her over the water's edge. "Don't you dare!" Sarah cried, and I dropped her a few inches to see her eyes widen. "Andy!" "What's in it for me?" "I'll give you a blowjob," Sarah promised, and I weighed this up for a moment. She smiled and licked her lips. "And we could do 69," she suggested. I pulled her back and carried her to my room, as she wrapped her arms around me. Sarah nearly knocked herself out as I took her into our shared bedroom, pulling on my neck as I walked over the threshold, but I soon had her on the bed, naked and smiling. Sarah looked divine. Her naked body was flawless and well toned, and although her tan had faded from her trip in the Summer, she still would not have been out of place in any men's magazine. She gazed up at me with her soft blue eyes and smiled; how I loved that smile! I returned it, but her cheeky, coltish, mischievous expression on her face turned into a broad beam. Sarah shook her hair back and ran her hands through it, biting her lip as she watched me. "Well get undressed then," she told me. "We ain't Victorian." Sarah was impatient as I unbuckled my belt and pushed my garments to my ankles before she put a muscular leg on them as I stepped out. "So what do you want?" I asked as I sat down on the bed with her and she rocked her head from side to side as she thought for a moment and turned her body to kiss me, her head leaning in. I felt a hand on my inflating manhood and she slid it up and down the shaft before rubbing my belly and pushing me back forcefully onto the bed. "This," my playful and exuberant girlfriend cried and was swinging her leg over my head before I had even hit the soft mattress. She moaned as I adjusted myself, bringing my legs onto the bed instead of them hanging over the side, as she had to scoot further back up the bed. I watched as her pert globes descended onto my face and my tongue touched her slit. I was somewhat amazed at how quickly Sarah got "ready" for sex; there barely seemed to be any touching that I sometimes had with Abi. All it took was a cuddle, a smile, and then she wanted her erogenous zones to be touched. I wasn't complaining, but I guessed Sarah's hormones were as active as mine, and it certainly meant we were compatible! I was conscious not to touch her clit too quickly and instead just rolled my tongue up and down her runway. She groaned instantly and pushed her body further into my face. I loved the taste of her sweetness; she tasted heavenly, and she leant forward to run her mouth over my erect cock. Her tongue danced over the head, sending an intense warmth over my crotch. I felt her warmth in her mouth apply suction, and it felt incredible. I loved blowjobs that Abi and Sarah gave me; they felt different but in many ways more pleasurable than "normal" vaginal intercourse. Sarah sucked on the tip and ran her tongue underneath my head, and I ran my hands up and down her body to squeeze her nipples. Sarah snorted and mewed onto my cock as my tongue flicked her button and I rolled her nipples in my fingers. She was slowly rotating her body and I kept in time with her movements by pushing my tongue against her sensitive pearl. Her body was tensing, and I felt myself nearing the point of no return; I was going to come, and muffled a warning into Sarah's shaved cunt, but she kept up her powerful sucking on my manhood. I ran my hands up to her shoulders and pushed her upwards, just as I would do with Abi and she disengaged with my cock, before leaning forward and glancing down at my sodden face. "What's up?" "Don't want to come yet," I muttered and she giggled. "Now give me back what I was eating." Sarah giggled, and she sat up, her weight being taken by her knees as she rocked forward slightly and I leant up; I could have done with a pillow but was able to reach her hole and flicked it gently. Sarah groaned and bucked, her body rocking back and forth over my tongue as I brought her to three orgasms. I had to be careful as her clit got too sensitive after her second climax, and I gently rolled my tongue around her entrance as she came down from her high, so that after a few minutes I could resume my attention on her engorged button. Sarah had gently jerked me or sucked the tip of my cock as I did this, but this had just kept me on edge. As she slumped forward onto my member, panting and squealing after her third climax, I slid up the bed and pulled at her legs; she was lain on her front, and she looked back at me. "And where you expect me to put that?!" I loved the playful expression on her face as she turned in the bed and smiled at me, wiping my face of chin free of her musky juices. Her head was on the edge of the bed, almost hanging over the duvet, and I slid on top of her. "I don't know," I muttered as my cock gently poked her slit. "I am sure we can find somewhere to put it." Sarah giggled and hummed. "Well it can't go anywhere," she replied, and I found the entrance to her hole and pushed my hips forward. "How about here, Miss Bailey?" I asked as she smiled. "Oh yeah, there is fine," she whispered with closed eyes and rubbed my face. "Just fine, and..." I pushed harder and harder into her; I was very worked up, and Sarah replied with grunts, groans, pants and then squealing. She pushed her legs up, and I grabbed hold of her ankles to put them on my shoulders before leaning back over her. Her panting got more laboured, but her squealing went to crying; she definitely was enjoying having her legs pointing to heaven as I rammed my cock into her tight opening. I felt my climax nearing and slowed down, eager to prolong the sex. Sarah smiled at me as I did, and squeezed my buttocks. Her eyes were sparkling incessantly, and her expression was magical. I shut my eyes and groaned, Sarah was panting and screeching. She was going to climax too, and as her body convulsed and her muscles squeezed my cock, I reached my point of no return and pounded relentlessly into her maidenhood. Her squeals got louder, and more ragged as her orgasm intensified, and I squirted into my lover. We took a few moments to move, such was the intensity of the orgasms; I felt my entire body tingle and shiver as my tension exploded from my loins. It was amazing, and I slowly withdrew from my panting, motionless lover. She grinned at me. "Miss Bailey, have you been looked after?" I enquired with faux-sincerity, and she giggled. "Very much so," she replied. "Thank you." We came out of the room, having cleaned ourselves up and as naked as the day we were born and pushed open the door to the swimming pool. "Bro," Rhea called from the water, and it made me jump. "Could you please keep the noise down with your prick tease!" "But Rhea," Sarah replied with a smirk. "It is your brother's prick I was teasing and..." "We heard. Hell all of the Lake District heard. How many times have I told you less is more when you are faking orgasms." "I don't fake 'em," Sarah replied and put her arm around me. "I don't need to." Rhea scoffed, and Sarah licked her lips as she climbed into the pool next to Simon. "And anyway, I thought you'd like me now. You never liked me 'cause you said I would make promises to Andy I wasn't keeping and lead him on. I am not leading him on, and I keep my promises. All of them." Rhea groaned. "I heard," she snapped. "But now you are too indiscreet." "So if Andy and I are quiet, you might start to like me?" Sarah asked, and Rhea crossed her arms with a scowl. "Don't be fucking ridiculous. I will never like you." "Err ... Rhea. Do you mind?" I asked, and Rhea crossed her arms with a snarl. "That's not very nice." "I know," she muttered. "But everyone knows where they stand with me." Sarah's mouth flickered, and she swam off. I jumped in alongside Simon and swam after her. "She doesn't mean it," I told her when I reached her and Sarah kissed me in the pool. "She does," she whispered. "But I don't care." I put my arms around her and felt her naked, wet body slid on mine. "Oi, get a room!" Rhea cried, and Sarah smirked, turning to face my sibling and her partner at the other end of the pool. "Simon, deal with your bitch. She is getting jealous. Kiss her." Rhea snarled. "Don't you dare," my naked sister told him and Sarah cackled. "I think Rhea needs some lovin'," she countered in a patronising voice. "'Cause it makes baby sister Rhea all cross." Simon smiled at his retreating girlfriend. "Come near me and I'll hit you," she warned. "I'll hurt you." "See ... no romance," Sarah teased and turned back to me. ------- It was weird leaving that last day. Sarah finished packing after going for a swim and both her and Simon left Rhea and me alone to spend some time with Dad. We took a quick walk out to the bottom of the hill opposite his house, and he showed us some trees he had planted last year; they were taking hold nicely and he almost seemed proud of them. I felt a little bit guilty; I had been wrapped up with Sarah for most of the week, and I hadn't actually spent too much time with him, but he just nodded dismissively as I broached the subject. "It's good to see you happy," he said somewhat cryptically and then patted me on the back when Rhea ran off towards the house as we neared his home. "Make sure you look after her, she's special to you." I gave a titter, but he weighed down heavily on my shoulder. "I mean it. I didn't realise how much your mother meant to me until it was way too late." I took a deep breath and looked towards the large house coming into view. "I can see it in your body language; you think the world of her." "I will do," I promised eventually and Dad grinned. "I know you will. Which reminds me, I have updated your stipend," he said. "Inflation." "Inflation?" I asked, a little perplexed at what he was saying and he chuckled. "The price things go up by each year. And now you have a young lady to keep, you will need more cash, so I've increased the standing order from next month. Just don't tell Rhea." It dawned on me what he was getting at, and I gave a grunt. "You don't to Dad. I mean, I am earning now." He chortled to himself and nodded. "I know you are, but it all helps. And you have a girlfriend to pay for, they get bloody expensive." "Sarah can pay her own way," I muttered. "I am not a cashpoint." Dad laughed at me, and I just rubbed my eyes. "You'll need it, trust me!" "Well thanks," I muttered, not quite sure what to say. Sarah kissed me as we entered the lounge and Dad and I made lunch. It wasn't difficult frying off bacon and eggs, but Rhea had to spoil it by complaining vociferously she only had four bits of bacon and two eggs. I sneered at her. "You are all bones and salt cellars," I joked, and Rhea picked up a fork and thrust it under my nose. "Don't be rude," she thundered but Dad was laughing. "You two never change." He muttered jovially, and we both scoffed at his scandalous suggestion. "First thing she did when she got to two was after he hid her toys, she picked up a doll I think it was and smacked him around the mouth." Sarah laughed, and Dad smiled at Rhea and then me. "You know, he was delighted about starting school; it meant he could get away from her all day." "Nothing's changed," I replied, and Rhea kicked me under the table. We had packed, so after lunch Dad took us to the station. Sarah looked forward to travelling on the small car ferry again and smiled as the boat was winched across the quarter of a mile to Bowness. It felt weird to be saying goodbye to Dad so soon. He looked almost sad to see us go, but he watched as we unloaded and then Rhea hugged him, her short frame barely coming up to his chin. He shook my hand and told me to look after Sarah and then suggested to Simon to be careful with the "vicious one," who was fortunately out of earshot. We boarded the train at Windermere after having got a drink and some snacks from the small supermarket that was adjacent to the tiny station. Rhea lugged her baggage onto the train with a grunt, glaring at Simon. "If you were a gentleman," she argued. "You would carry my bags for me." "If you were a lady," I replied instantly. "He probably would." Sarah hit me on the arm with a warning to stop goading my sister who flounced down in the seat opposite. Simon and Rhea had both brought books and settled down with Rhea leaning into Simon. It didn't look too comfortable but then Rhea must have been happy as she stayed like that until we reached the little village of Oxenhulme. As with the journey up, we had to change trains, and after fifteen or so minutes, a London train arrived, and we boarded that. It was busy so we couldn't get a table and just had to make do with a pair of seats near one another. Sarah and I played cards on the way down, constantly looking out of the window. There were some lovely and spectacular views across Morecambe Bay, and as we watched out of the window, Sarah just cuddled up to me to whisper that she had really enjoyed the week. The train pulled into Lancaster and stopped; we expected it to move shortly after its arrival, and we played a few more games of cards, but the door was left wide open to create a draft that chilled my legs. It was getting colder, and the wind was quite strong and I looked over at Rhea stretching her legs in the aisle. After twenty minutes or so, the grumbling in the carriage was rampant moaning: the train had not moved and was getting late. The driver came on over the intercom and asked us to alight from the train, and the moaning turned into hurricane-force whining. The moment we hit the platform, the PA crackled into life. "Due to an incident at Preston, all trains will be terminating at Lancaster until further notice. We apologise if this causes any inconvenience." "Fuck!" I moaned and scratched the top of my head. "What the hell are they playing at?" ------- Chapter 4 Rhea snorted. "If it causes any inconvenience? As if going home was just a wish," she muttered and we walked up the steps from the platform to speak to someone in charge; it was 3pm, and I had no idea how to get back to London. Rhea and I queued up at the ticket office, but the solitary member of staff had dozens of people in front of us and he was awhile sorting everyone out. Rhea was furious and undid all the ropes that marked out the queueing lanes in spite. I was tempted to stop her, but no-one said anything to her and she took a perverse pleasure in it. We had waited twenty minutes to get to the front of the queue and the man just shrugged when I asked what was happening."Listen mate, there's no more trains goin' South. Now I get ya back up to Glas-ga or to Leeds, or you can catch a coach from the bus station but there's no more trains 'til tomorrow. Incident at Preston." "Where are there trains from?" I asked, not completely sure if I knew where Preston was. "Birmingham? Manchester?" He grunted and shrugged, and told me that I knew as much as he did. I groaned at him, and Rhea interrupted. "Are our tickets valid tomorrow?" She asked, and he looked at his monitor. "They should be." I looked at them and then back down at him. "Is that a yes or a no?" "I can't tell ya, but they should be." "Listen mate," Rhea spat. "Are they valid, yes or no?" He looked at the monitor again and just gave a disinterested grunt. "This is a disgrace," my sister thundered. "You sell us tickets and then decide not to run the trains and can't even help us. We are all sixteen and under, and we live in London. What the hell are we supposed to do in Carlisle until you decide you want to run the trains." "Lancaster," I corrected her. "We are in Lancaster." "Well, wherever," my sister cried. "It's still miles from civilisation!" His expression changed somewhat. "We didn't damage the track ourselves," the ticket officer offered as an explanation. "We would like to run trains. I can get you to Scotland or Leeds..." "And what good is Scotland?" Rhea asked and looked at my watch. "It's nearly four o' clock. We ain't gonna be in London anytime soon. Bus is like a month to get down South." He sighed and stared at my sister. "What do you want us to do?" Rhea sucked in air through her teeth. "You can give us tickets for tomorrow," she told him. "If I got to stay in this town then I need a promise I get back to civilisation tomorrow." He refused to issue us with new tickets but told us that he would make sure that we got back to London on Sunday. Rhea was not happy with this and made some idle threats about burning down his house, but he threatened to report her to the British Transport Police and I removed my angry sibling from his wrath before she was arrested. I huffed and strode over to the rest of my entourage. "No more trains," I told them and picked up my mobile. "We gotta stay in Lancaster unless you fancy a coach or going cross country to Yorkshire." "Fuckin' cunty bastard," Rhea told Sarah and Simon with a degree of venom. "I hate people like that." "And I am sure he hates people like you," I muttered and looked up the hill spying an imposing castle. "There must be a hotel here or something." Sarah held my hand. "I've never stayed overnight in a strange city," she whispered, and I gave her a grin. "Oh, it's fine," I muttered and picked up my phone. "But better let Mum and everyone know. I dialled our home number, and Mum answered instantly. "Hiya," I called. "We've had a bit of a problem." Mum reacted instantly, and I waited for her to stop panicking. "Oh nothing much. The train has stopped at Lancaster as they have problems and there are no more trains to London." "What?! I'll get Terry to..." "No Mum, listen." I said firmly. "We are going to find a small hotel and travel back tomorrow." "Andy, I don't think that's a good idea. I'll get your dad to come over..." "Mum we are fine," I said with a firmness. I was actually quite looking forward to spending a night in a hotel room with Sarah. I spoke as I walked up the hill, and we turned left towards the brighter lights of the town. "It's fine. I'll ring you when we've found somewhere. Can you let Angela and Emma know." Mum went to protest, but I used the excuse I was going between two buildings and the signal would die, and she promised she would ring Sarah's and Simon's parents and let them know the predicament we were in. The first thing we saw, other than the castle was a busy one way road and in the half light saw a sign hanging down, with the magic word "hotel" written on it. "What did I tell ya," I triumphantly said and we walked up to it, and a "no vacancies sign" in the window. Simon groaned, and we walked up the road, past the busy traffic but didn't find another one. Sarah stopped an old lady outside the market who directed us back down the road, and we found two more hotels. The first hotel did not have any vacancies, but the second establishment did, a pub-cum-inn, and the barman came around the bar to talk to us in person. "I need two rooms, double beds, next to each other." He looked at us, clearly assessing our ages, but Rhea and Simon looked resolutely at him and he just grunted. "I have two double rooms," he muttered. "But there is an interconnecting door. We had some rugby lads in, and they broke the door, so it's wide open. Is that a problem?" I gave him a wry smile; it sounded perfect and I could keep an eye on Rhea. I wanted to negotiate the price, but I knew that this was the only hotel we could find that had rooms, and I took a deep breath when I asked. He looked at me, and his eyes squinted. "Well, as the rooms are a bit broken, one twenty for the two?" I pursed my lips. "Sure." "And I want payment up front," he told me, a little aggressively, and I nodded. "Of course," I said and withdrew my Solo card from my wallet. He sighed for a moment as he looked at it. "If you accept Switch you accept Solo," I muttered. "Same company, just different symbol." He didn't ask any further questions, but I knew debit cards with "Solo" were usually found on bank accounts of under eighteens. He obviously didn't care or realise, and picked up the card machine and swiped my debit card. I signed for one hundred and twenty pounds to be debited from my account; I would want reimbursing (at least in part) from someone, and the gentleman gave us two room keys for rooms five and six. Rhea bounced on the bed the moment she got into her room, and I saw her through the open archway. Sarah kissed me just out of sight until Rhea appeared at the doorway and told us to "get a room." "We have," I muttered, and Rhea ran back and bounced on the bed. "Hey Simon. You know what this means. We have a double-bed to share. First time since the holidays." Simon barely suppressed a smile, and I rolled my eyes. I passed my phone to Sarah and told her to ring her mother and suggested Simon do the same. Rhea picked up her phone; Simon had left his at home, and she dialled the Matheson residence. Both Sarah and Simon's parents were aware of our problem, and they appeared not to cause any problems, and I then rang Mum. She warned me about making sure Simon and Rhea were OK, and although they were fifteen she did worry about them. The fact that they had their own room, a double bed and were excited about it, were minor details I choose not to pass on; I reasoned that Mum probably didn't want to know. Or if she did, I didn't want the aggravation of telling her! Sarah saw a nice little pasta restaurant down the hill from the hotel, and we sat down in the Italian chain and ate cheap pasta dishes. Rhea and Simon were scandalously flirting with each other, as the waitress brought their food. I glanced over at Sarah who just smiled at me, watching the two teenagers tickle and fondle each other. I snapped at Rhea who scowled at me in return; I felt uneasy at the close intimacy between them. I could easily foresee a nightmare scenario of Rhea having sex, getting pregnant, and then me being partially blamed for it. I watched as Rhea passed Simon some of her pasta, and then him gleefully take it from her fork. "Jealous," Sarah whispered, and passed me some of her creamy pasta. I snapped out of it and gratefully ate it from her fork: it was a nice, creamy garlic sauce and she just grinned at me. Without thinking, I passed her a piece of my pizza, and she spluttered the moment she bit into it. I had forgotten it was loaded with chillis, and she took a massive gulp of her lemonade. "Sorry," I muttered and glared at Rhea who was practically sitting on Simon's lap, it was not appropriate behaviour for her to do in public, but Rhea never worried about what other people thought of her. I settled the bill, and whispered in Sarah's ear as we left the restaurant and started walking back towards our hotel. "I'm worried about Rhea." "Why?" Sarah whispered back. "I think she might have sex," I replied, keeping my voice low. I gestured with my hands and Sarah guffawed with laughter, her bouncy hair floating on the evening breeze. "We've had sex," she replied. "She is fifteen after all. She probably is already having sex." "Yes but she is under my responsibility at the moment. When she gets back home she is Mum's problem." Sarah giggled again and squeezed my arm. I looked back at them a few paces behind, and Rhea had her hand down the back of Simon's trousers. I went to say something, but Sarah whispered in my ear. "The pub toilets will have condoms, get her some if you are worried. Or talk to her." "I am not talking to my little sister about sex," I replied and Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Do you talk to Paul?" Sarah snarled and reached up to kiss me on the cheek. "No, but that's only because he doesn't want to get taught by his little sister. I could teach him so much!" I shook my head, and she squeezed my hand. "Can we go out and have a look in Lancaster?" "Well I have Rhea to..." "Rhea can look after herself," Sarah replied instantly and I glanced over at the couple making their way towards us. I sighed and Sarah squeezed my hand, looking longingly into my eyes. "Please." I huffed and we crossed the road, opening the hotel door. I slipped away from our group and purchased a small box of three condoms from the machine in the Gents toilets, getting an envious look in the process from two patrons of the pub, and walked upstairs, although I was interrupted by a phone call from Olivia asking me if I was available for some photo sessions. I was somewhat distracted and agreed to all of them, and said I would speak to her on my return to Buckinghamshire. Rhea was in her bedroom, lying on the bed kissing Simon when I walked in. "What are you doing?" Rhea asked in an accusatory voice. "Just using the bathroom, Sarah is in ours." Rhea grunted and I walked into their small en-suite and noisily relieved my bladder into the pan before flushing it and leaving the condoms on the side. I hoped they would not get used, but I couldn't do nothing: her and Simon would be sharing a room, and it was inevitable that something would probably happen, especially given the way they had been acting all week. Sarah was adamant we should go out, and after making sure Rhea and Simon were OK, we got dressed up and left. Sarah wore a short black skirt that I just adored seeing her in with her scandalous knickers. I guessed Rhea and Simon would try and sneak out as well so Sarah, and I both got lemonades at the bottom of the staircase that led from the bar to the rooms at the inn. We had two drinks each, both non-alcoholic, and my crazy sister hadn't made a break for it at all. I was surprised or reasoned that she had expected this and climbed out of the fire escape! The following bar of our mini bar-crawl was a large pub near the bus station, and I ordered a pint of real ale that they happily served me. I got a disapproving glance from Sarah, but we were surrounded by students, and they must have just lumped us in with them; I wasn't going to complain, and even got Sarah a Vodka and Orange Juice. We sat down in a raised portion of the bar and were half-sharing some tables with some students. One leant across and introduced herself to Sarah as "Becky" and we clinked our drinks together. Becky downed her tequila shot and then took a huge swig of her cocktail, smiling at us as she did. "You out for a party or something?" "Just passing through," I said eventually, not quite sure what to say. We obviously looked a bit like students as she asked us what we were studying. I interrupted Sarah, who was about to tell her the truth with an overly broad statement of "Maths." Fortunately, Becky wasn't studying Mathematics although we did get asked if we knew a tall bloke called Jason or a skinny girl called Claire. We feigned some thinking and then shook our hands, and she returned to what she wanted to talk about. Becky was bubbly and chatted warmly to us, she spoke about her favourite bars on campus and the sports club she was a member of, while interspersing it with some moaning about her course. A few people kept coming over to her and greeting her, while a thin girl called Lucy and two guys joined in talking to us from the bigger group. We were bought a drink each by Becky, and one of the lads teased me into downing my drink quicker than him; I didn't manage it, but I felt quite tipsy as I finished my pint. It got to around half ten when Becky leant across to us and asked if we were going to the "Shagga." We just looked blankly at each other and then shook our heads. "Shame. It should be a good one tonight," she shouted and Lucy said that they had two spare tickets if we wanted to go. I looked at Sarah; the "Shagga" was obviously a nightclub, and I had never been to a club, Mum's establishment apart, and Sarah smiled and nodded. Becky's friend swapped five pounds for two tickets labelled "the Sugarhouse" and I went to ask where it was, but though that it would show us as being non-students if I did so I just thanked her, and bought another round of drinks. Becky looked at her watch as she downed her drink and told us that we better hurry or we wouldn't get in, and after drinking a pint as quick as I had ever drunk a drink, followed her out of the pub around the ring road. As it turned out, there were a veritable stream of drunken students walking down the ring road and into a side alley that lead to a brightly coloured front. We exchanged the tickets for entry and was immediately hit by a wall of loud music. Sarah held my hand, and we looked around, the bar was quite small, and the three sofas to our right were taken, but we walked through a set of double doors and was hit by the cheesy music. It took a few moments for my senses to adjust to the bright strobe lights and loud music, but there was a bar, decked in vivid colours to my left, a raised platform of chairs and tables to my right and behind that a dance floor and stage. "What ya having?" I offered, and Sarah asked for a fizzy Alcopop. The queue was fairly short, but I was disgusted by the choice of beer (just lager) and the fact that they did not sell peanuts. I complained to Sarah who just laughed at me, and we looked around the club. There were drunken students everywhere, and a few were not dressed in a dignified way. Sarah giggled at me glancing up and down the legs of a very tall, young dancer wearing a very short skirt, and I just raised an eyebrow at my girlfriend; she had looked too, and it was hypocritical of her to say anything. The weak beer was soon drunk, so I replaced it with another and then another. I could feel the effect of the alcohol on my system, and I promised Sarah I would dance with her when I was drunk. That moment was rapidly approaching, and after a quick visit to the Gents, I was dragged onto the dance floor to dance to Michael Jackson. I was not the worse dancer in that club that night. Many of the other patrons were bordering on inebriation and their uncoordinated thrusting and swaying made my poor attempt at dancing look positively decent. Sarah burst into hysterics at my attempt of doing the Time Warp when my feet slid against some spilt drink, and my slide to the left was more of a slip. I picked her up and kissed her, and we waited, hoping for the following song to be more of a slow dance, but the DJ put on a novelty act, and Sarah looked around. The couple to our right were squabbling; he was "done" with dancing as he trod on her toes and she wasn't spending all night propping up the bar. Sarah, her confidence fuelled by alcohol, interjected with a "May I?" She nodded towards me, taking the argumentative guy by the wrists and spoke to his partner. "I'll show him how to dance," she promised, leading him back to the dance floor. I looked at the girl; she was a little bemused but smiled as her drunken partner navigated to a small part of the dance floor with the strange teenager. "Do I know you?" She asked me, and I looked her over. She had short, black hair, tied back into a small ponytail but a warm, inviting face. She was no taller than Sarah, but she looked at least five years older, and her tight top and trousers accentuated her figure wonderfully. "No," I replied. "I don't think so. Andy," I told her, and she replied that her name was Hannah. I took Hannah's hand and led her on a dance, I barely knew any moves and started trying to emulate some of the other people in the club, but at best I was a second behind everyone else. Hannah, for her part, was not better, but what she lacked in talent she made up in enthusiasm, and as long as I did not tread on her toes, she was happy. I tried hard not to laugh at her, but we must have looked very stupid, with our hideously uncoordinated dancing moves. I glanced over at Sarah; she was still dancing with Hannah's partner and at the end of the song I offered to get a drink and we staggered over to the bar. Hannah teased me for being a rubbish dancer and then asked after Sarah. We could see them getting close and she looked at me to gauge my reaction. I was not bothered, and although Sarah had that excitable look in her eyes, I also knew she would be coming home with me. My calmness at watching my girlfriend dance with another guy rubbed off on Hannah, and as she downed the last of her beer, dragged me back onto the dance floor. We had had a nice chat, and I had told her that we were students, but missed out any further detail. The DJ played a slow song, and I put my hands around Hannah's thin waist and rubbed my palms up and down her sides. She smiled at me, and her eyes flicked over to Sarah who had wrapped her arms around Hannah's partner. "We've only just started going out," Hannah whispered as she saw me glance over at what she was also watching. "Us too," I replied. "But Sarah is very touchy-feely." Hannah broke into a grin, and her eyes met mine. "You too, right?" "Maybe," I uttered and pulled her closer towards me, her legs either side of mine. I squeezed her buttocks and then spun her around, wrapping my hands around her body, underneath her bosom. Sarah glanced over at me and smiled, pulling her dancing partner closer and putting his hands on her rear. She whispered something to him and then spun her partner in a circle, similar to what I was trying to do with Hannah. Hannah was gyrating against my pelvis in time to the music, and my hands gravitated upwards to her bosom, and I kept my eyes on Sarah. I didn't feel threatened; I knew I possibly should be, but didn't. Why? I certainly didn't want to lose her to a one-night stand, but there was something about her, her demeanour and her behaviour that just oozed control. She knew what she was doing, and I just enjoyed her wild spirit being inflicted on someone else. Part of me wondered about Sarah's admission that she wanted to try partner swapping or group sex earlier in the holiday was a prelude to what she wanted to do with Hannah's partner or what she wanted to see me to do Hannah. After a few minutes, Sarah took Hannah's partner by the hand and led him from the dancefloor. I gulped, and Hannah spun around to look at me, and we followed her into a small corner that was quiet and empty. "Aren't I attractive?" Sarah thundered, and she looked at Hannah and I appearing. "What is wrong with me?" He looked at Hannah, who had her arms crossed, and Sarah shook her head and snarled menacingly. "Well?" "What's wrong?" I asked my drunk girlfriend, and she held her hands out and pointed them towards her dancing partner. "'Cause he doesn't want to do sexy dancing with me," she thundered, looking at me. "I keep telling him to hold me in places, and he keeps looking at you and..." "Hannah," I finished for her, and I glanced at the buxom girl. "OK, please tell him, that unless I take him somewhere and start sucking or touching his..." I coughed over her raised my eyebrows at her. "Yeah, well, it's not cheating. Hell Andy was playing with your tits and I'm not angry or bothered." "Sarah," I tried to placate her; she sounded like Rhea. "Just..." "No. I told Hannah I would teach him to do dancing and dancing is just sex with clothes on. I can't do that if he is being prudish." I apologised to Hannah who was laughing at Sarah's forceful demeanour and the expression on her errant boyfriend's face. "I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want to go out with you. I don't want to suck your cock. I do want to dance with you, maybe get felt up a bit and possibly a kiss at the end. Is that OK?" She waited for her partner, and Hannah to nod before dragging him back to the dancefloor. "You ain't at Uni are you?" Hannah asked. "Yeah sure we are," I answered, a little stiffly, and she stared at me. "OK. We are from London though." I then briefly explained about our train and Sarah and Hannah looked back at Sarah grinding against her boyfriend with his hands clearly tucked into her skirt. "Don't even think about it," she told me and I smiled. "I wasn't," I replied honestly. We bought four drinks and sat down to watch Sarah teach Hannah's partner "sexy dancing." I learned a lot about Lancaster, and she seemed to stress the wonderfulness of the University to me. In the next twelve months, I would start to choose if, and where, I wanted to study past A Levels, and Lancaster seemed to be the right mix of nightlife and academic prowess. Hannah and I laughed when Sarah strode over to us, took her drink, downed it one and pulled her newly acquired student back to the dancefloor as he was drinking his drink, so that he spilled it down him. "She's so drunk," Hannah observed, and I forced a wry smile. "I know, but she's fun, and she's harmless." We watched as the DJ put on a rock song and she started bouncing along to the rhythm. "And she always gets very forceful when she's been drinking." "And you ain't worried?" "Nah," I told her and Hannah stretched out. "Nah, 'cause I know what she's like." Sarah had moved from the rock song to the cheesy girl band, and she had her hands all over Hannah's beau. Hannah was getting used to her coltishness, and there wasn't the pained look of concern or anxiousness that she had an hour previous. As midnight came and went Sarah returned to the table and looked at Hannah. "He says 'e's learnt," she shouted at her. "But I told him to go down on ya anyway." Hannah blushed, and she looked at her. "Oh don't worry, I told him how to do it." She finished her drink and grabbed me by the hand. "Come on!" I barely managed to wave goodbye to our newly-acquired friends as Sarah dragged me towards the exit. "What's got into you?" I asked, and Sarah gave me a smile with a wicked glint in her eye. Sarah led me out of the nightclub and along the main road. I knew she was drunk as she was loud and explicit and kept telling me how she had to force Hannah's boyfriend to touch her. "And he ain't ever felt up a shaved girl before," she shouted, and a few students in front of us turned and giggled. Sarah had that look in her eyes and just dragged me across the ring road, nearly in front of a taxi and into a small car park that was in darkness. She pushed me against the wall at the back of it, and kissed me; we were still visible to any car that travelled along the main road and looked into the car park, as well as the students coming out of any of the three nightclubs on the ring road, but Sarah didn't care and as she finished kissing me, knelt down and unbuckled my trousers. "Sarah," I hissed, but she giggled and fished out my cock; it felt a little warm and sweaty but Sarah didn't care and gently pumped my shaft. It wasn't cold (or if it was I didn't feel it due to my alcohol consumption), but it felt exhilarating to be so public. "Sarah!" "Ssssh," she whispered and gave a giggle as she sank to her knees, looking up at me with lustful intent. I took a deep breath and leant against the whitewashed wall as she wrapped her tongue around the tip. I sighed and groaned as she did, before begging her to wait until we got back to the hotel, but Sarah nasally told me "ughh-uhnn," "Oh Sarah," I panted and groaned, looking up the lamppost and then closing my eyes. "Oh ... huh!" I heard Sarah giggle again and then voices. I looked startled to see two lads walking across the car park and made a nasal sound to Sarah. I was panicking and tried to get Sarah to stop, but I had no resistance to her sluttish behaviour. She was bobbing up and down on my glans while her hands spun up and down as she pumped my shaft; I was in heaven and grunted. "Hey," one of the lads called and pointed towards us. "Hey, yer've got the right ee-dear," he shouted as he passed a few feet from us. He held out his hand, as I reached the point of no return and he high fived me. "Ahhh..." I grunted and clenched my buttocks. "Ay, she gawd?" I mewed and nodded. "Oh yeah," I cried and closed my eyes as I felt spurt after spurt of semen enter Sarah's sucking mouth. I rubbed the back of her hair and was aware of the two lads leaving, laughing at each other, but I didn't care about them. Sarah had just given me a blow-job – in the middle of a busy town centre and next to the A6 – and it was an incredible rush. "Good, am I?" Sarah asked with a smile. "I want to be great!" I smiled at her, still taking deep breaths and panting. "You are," I told her. "You're perfect." This satisfied her, and I helped her off the ground. We kissed several times as we made our way back to the hotel and Sarah made me not check on Rhea. "Just leave her," I was told. "It's quiet, they are probably asleep." "Or out," I suggested as Sarah got undressed. "Leave them alone," she barked and giggled. "And get your tongue down here," she said firmly. "You owe me one." I smiled and threw my dirty clothes into the corner of the room, on top of hers; we would clean up the following day and I worked my way over to the bed. Sarah was sat with her back to the wall and leant back on her elbows in the cream coloured room. I couldn't resist smiling at the beauty in front of me, the tumbling brown hair, the blue eyes and orbs of wonder. She saw my eyes admiring her, and she nodded down towards her shaven crotch. "Not got all day," she said firmly and I knelt onto the bed. It was 1am in the morning, and I yawned as I climbed up her. She gave me a woeful look, but I loved going down on her and would always make time for her cunt! She groaned as I kissed the inside of her thigh and then at her glistening slit; her scent was strong as all the hot dancing had certainly turned her on. Her clit was already poking out of its sheath and was slick with her juices. It was divine, and my cock stiffened uncomfortably against the bed. I used my hands to feel her up as my tongue lapped at her slit and she started making audible sounds. I would feel her leg twitch every time I put pressure on her button and flick it, and she was mewing loudly. My face, pressed up against her dripping loins, was covered in her lusty juices that were dripping down my chin; it was a great feeling, and she wiggled her body as my fingers lined up against her hole. She knew what I was going to do and looked into my eyes, willing me to touch her G-Spot. I have always been indebted to Abi for showing me how to go down on a woman, and Sarah always orgasmed very strongly if I touched her insides as I did so. She threw her head back and squealed as my digits penetrated her. She grabbed hold of the bedclothes and began bucking her hips in a rhythm that matched my fingers pressing against her G-Spot and my tongue flicking her pearl. Sarah held her breath and grabbed a pillow, throwing it over her face and crying into it. I felt her hole compress against my fingers, and she yelled into the cushion covering her face. Her thighs tightened around my ears, trying to compress my skull and they tensed as her body shook. Sarah was still very vocal, even as she held a pillow over her mouth and then looked at me with a mischievous look in her eye as she came down from her climax. "Andy," she whispered as I got up. "Andy..." "It's 1am." "Yeah but..." She scowled as I walked over to the bathroom and located my toothbrush to do my teeth. I took the opportunity to recycle much of the nightclub alcohol in the toilet as Sarah padded around outside and came into the small bathroom as I finished. By the time Sarah had finished, I was in bed, and she turned the light off so her slim body was only lit by the street light outside. As I saw Sarah's wonderful body lift up onto the bed, something by the interconnecting doorway moved. I tried to look up to see, but she put her ass on my face and wriggled so that my tongue was directly below her clitoris – I knew what she wanted! "Sarah," I moaned, but she wiggled her hips and giggled. "I'm not done yet," my demanding girlfriend told me. "Not at all." Sarah was being demanding, but I didn't mind and kissed all of her moist slit, and then flicked her clitoris, rolling my tongue around her muskiness until she climaxed loudly. "Now can I please go to sleep now?" I asked as I wiped my chin and Sarah cuddled up to me. "Sure," she whispered and nibbled at my ear. "Sorry. I just can't stop at the moment." "I've noticed," I muttered, and she laughed. "Never get any sleep." "But you love me for it!" "Yeah," I muttered. "I guess I do." ------- I walked into see Rhea and Simon the following morning. She had found a spare sheet and tacked it up over the doorway for privacy and therefore, I had nothing to knock on, but walked in on my sister on her knees in front of Simon, eagerly taking his cock in her mouth. "Ggggt utt," she muffled, and I bid a hasty retreat. Sarah looked at my flushed face with a raised eyebrow. "They're up," I said loudly and headed towards the bathroom. "Simon very much so," I muttered and got showered. I came out into the room with the feint sounds of female arousal and grunting from the other side of the sheet and hoped they were still on the foreplay. "I should stop them." Sarah shot me a knowing look; I was being ridiculous I know, but Rhea had always been my little sister, very much of the "make war, not peace" attitude and hearing her having some sort of sex didn't feel right. "If you go anywhere near them, we are off sex for the year," Sarah threatened. I wondered if I should just make sure Rhea was OK, but Sarah's stern face told me to leave them alone, and I didn't dare argue. After breakfast, I did a last sweep of the two rooms as we left and noticed that the condoms had gone from Rhea's bathroom, and there were two wrappers in the bin. I put them out of my mind; I didn't want to think about my sister having intercourse. It was irrational, I know, but I just didn't want to consider it. Sure, I always knew that my sister was no angel, the sight of her going down on Simon was something I didn't want to see and Rhea gave me funny looks as we checked out. "Don't ever complain at me," I whispered, and she raised her eyebrows. "Did you see me because you barged into our room, or did you hear me screaming?" Rhea asked, and I just grunted. "Yeah thought so. I am allowed to treat him, he has been good to me," Rhea said and I looked at her grinning back at me. "I'm sayin' nothing," I muttered holding my hands up. "But I wish you would do the same courtesy." "I am discreet," Rhea replied with a smile. "Learn to be quieter when other people are around. I dunna wanna hear ya." I sighed, and then saw her looking at Simon a few steps in front. "Does he make you happy?" I asked, and Rhea cackled. "Yeah, I s'pose he does. When he comes down to my level. He is the most wonderful guy I know. When he is being high and mighty, he needs to be twatted with a wet kipper." I tried to talk to Rhea as we made our way to the station and she refused to discuss her "sex life" but cackled when I gave her a pained look. "I'm fine," she said with a dismissive wave. "Anything I've done, I've done safely and consensually." I shook my head, and she gave a little titter. "He didn't have to force me into anything. Well actually..." "Rhea," I called. "Just ... are you OK?" "Of course I am OK," Rhea spat back. "Didn't Nathan show you anything? I can always look after myself." I didn't want to disagree and laughed at her forcefulness, but her eyes were fixed on Simon talking to Sarah who touched him on the arm and whispered into his ear. "What are those two up to?" I muttered and heard Rhea snort. "I will find out later," she promised. "And he better not be up to no good. I don't like being plotted against." "Well it's just..." I started but Rhea strode towards them, putting her head between the two chatting teenagers. "What are you up to?" "Nothin'," Simon responded instantly and Rhea glared at him. "OK, Sarah was just tellin' me stuff." "About?" Sarah patted Rhea on the back. "Little sister so suspicious." "Don't touch me," Rhea barked and walked out into the road without stopping, causing a taxi to have to brake sharply. "Fuck off you blind cunt," she cried to the obscenity-laden tirade he cried out to her, and we caught her up after he had driven off. "And I am not your little sister." "Yeah, thank fuck for that!" Sarah muttered. ------- The train journey was uneventful. I tried my trick again of the mobile phone call to buy alcohol, but the guy wanted ID, and obviously I didn't have any. I gave him an annoyed, aloof grunt before leaving and returning empty-handed. Rhea giggled when I came back and got up, returning with two small bottles of wine and two bottles of beer. I held my hands out, and Simon bit his lip before saying, "she has some ID." I glared at her as she put down the bottle and a plastic glass. "What ID?" She scowled at Simon. "You need to learn to shut it," she said firmly with a threatening finger, and I looked at her. "Or else my hands will shut into fists. It was charm." "It was fake ID," I guessed, and she looked up and down the half-empty carriage. "Show me." "No," Rhea replied and I used my nuclear option. "I'll tell Mum." "Oh for fucks sake," she muttered and opened her purse, throwing across an official card stamped with the local authorities' logo. "It's a good copy," I complimented her and Rhea snorted. "It's not a copy, it's genuine." I looked at birth year, and it read 1980 not 1983. I looked up to see a slightly apprehensive sister. Rhea sucked in air through her teeth and took a big gulp of her wine. "Oh it's easy," she said and looked at Sarah and then me. "I have a scanner, right. Scan in passport, doctor the year and then print it. Then just photocopy the printed page and send it off to them as a copy of the passport with a covering letter saying we are going to France next week, and Mum won't let me send the real passport." I chuckled to myself, and she snatched the card back from me. "You know, you never cease to amaze me." Sarah looked up. "Could you do one for me?" I put my hand on Sarah's knee and gave her a steely glare. "Don't encourage her," I warned but Rhea just giggled. "For the right price, of course." "Price?" Sarah snorted. "Yeah. And as you irritate me, it'll be ten times the going rate." "I took your brother out last night to give you some peace and privacy. You owe me, Williams." Rhea rubbed her face. "I owe you nothing." Sarah's eyes widened. "He wanted to stay and keep an eye on ya; I took him out, so you had some peace and quiet." "Ahhh ... isn't that good," Rhea taunted and looked at Simon. "Little Miss Sarah goes out to get pissed for my benefit. Well I just don't know how to thank you," she teased sarcastically. "Sure you do," Sarah replied. "Get me some fake ID." I looked at Sarah and then back at Rhea. "You know, there are laws against this sort of thing," I told her. "Rhea Williams, the fraudster," I said, gesturing with my hands. "Counterfeiter, surely," Simon added, and Rhea poked him in the ribs. "OK. How about prisoner?" I said looking at my sister who just shrugged it off. "Honestly bro. Are there laws about you forcing your sister to hear you have sex with your girls?" "No. And don't change the subject." Rhea snorted, and I glared at her; I hadn't forgotten what she had just divulged and held out my hands. "I'm not giving it to you." I licked my lips, and Rhea crossed her arms. "You ain't my parent so you can do one." "If you use that in the wrong place, you will go to jail." "If you use that in the right place, you will go to jail," Sarah quipped, and Rhea ignored her. "I will use it where I see fit," Rhea spat. "And I don't have to answer to you at all." "But you do have to answer to Mum," I replied and she grunted, pointing at my beer. "I got ya a beer," she said with a flourish. "And anyway, I might need my ID for particular products. Like at chemists." Unfortunately, I knew exactly what she was referring to. "If you get caught with that, I didn't know," I told the brunette whirlwind firmly and my little sister cackled. "'Course not," she said firmly. "Unlike some here, I don't grass." Simon simply shook his head and didn't reply as the countryside sped by and we just relaxed. We would be home in two hours and had school the following morning, but as I looked at Sarah wondered what delights and challenges would await me on my return to Aylesbury; I had never had a sexually active girlfriend before. ------- Chapter 5 Sarah was ordered back to her house that Sunday night and her father picked her up from the flat; I think her parents thought that either she would be sick of me, or she would want to spend time with her family. I missed her, and as strange as that sounds, I had got used to waking up with her warm body pressed against my skin. I also missed the morning kiss and cuddle, the sex, the smiling and the glorious playfulness. I was without Sarah for twelve hours, and it pained me. Rhea, of course, was thoroughly sick of Simon – at least that is what she claimed – although neither Mum nor I believed her. Mum had to drag her out of bed and demand that she come down for breakfast as Rhea had slept through three alarms. Mum scowled at Rhea as she came downstairs, holding a knife and a sword in her hands. "Rhea, would you like to explain why I found this in your bag?" "No," Rhea admitted honestly and my naked sister crossed her arms. "Would you like to explain why you've been a nosey bugger?" my sister said without a trace of regret in her voice. "It's mine." "They are weapons." "I know," Rhea cried. "The knife is for protection and the..." "Protection? Oh my God," Mum slumped into the chair and Rhea snatched it from the table. "Put that down," she screeched and Rhea shook her head. "The next time that slimy little runt tries to..." "Rhea, put that down! You are not taking that to school, and I am going to give your father such a rollicking. He never listens to what I have to say. I told him to take it from you." "Oh, I think he mentioned that while we were away. The whole not listening thing. Said it was his biggest regret." Mum flinched at these words, but Rhea just snarled. "But this is mine so get your paws off." "Rhea," Mum shouted. "I am telling you as your mother." "I am not five," my little sister shouted. "Now leave me alone." Mum got up from the chair and held onto the sword. Rhea tried to push past her to grab her claymore, but Mum pushed her back. "Give it back!" Rhea cried. There was a pause as Mum shook her head. "Fuckin' give 'em back. I ain't messin' with you now. Give it back or..." Rhea was stopped mid-flow by a furious mother slapping her errant daughter. "Don't you dare threaten me," she warned abruptly and Rhea stood stunned for a moment. "I am your mother, not a school friend, and I will be treated with respect." Rhea snarled. "You fuckin' go through my things, and you want to be treated with respect. I don't believe you. Here's an idea, you stop being the hypocritical cow..." I wisely decided that it would be a most excellent time to depart the room and as I was dressed, left the flat to go to college. I arrived in the Common Room twenty minutes before I needed to be present. Sarah was sat on a table with Zoe and called over to me as I entered. "What's this I hear about a nightclub?" Zoe asked, and I looked at my girlfriend who pursed her lips and looked up at me apologetically. "Ahhh well..." "You two..." Zoe moaned. "Just you two are so..." "Ahh but you love us," I told her putting my bag down. "Twas the holidays." "Does Grace know?" I let Sarah answer that one and traded some of my unspent spending money for three cookies and three fizzy drinks. Zoe groaned when I passed her a biscuit and a can of cola, complaining about calories, but we ignored her objection, and I sat down. "Nice trip though?" I asked Sarah, and she nodded as Zoe bit into the chocolate biscuit. "Awesome. We must go hiking again some time in the rain." I laughed at her, but Zoe smiled. "Yeah, it's umm ... really majestic to see storm clouds gathering and lightning and ... ahh ... it shows you the power of God." "Or weather systems," Sarah added and Zoe returned to her biscuit with a sniff; her religion was important to her, and she didn't like it when anyone was so dismissive of her beliefs. I can't deny it was weird being back at college, but I soon settled into some sort of rhythm again. Sarah told me that she missed sleeping with me, so I suggested coming over to her house and staying the night after our lessons which she gleefully accepted. I left Mum a message and grabbed a few clothes as we stopped at the flat en route to the station, and in the mid-afternoon took the train to Wendover. Sarah's mother, who usually worked at home on Mondays, had been called in to work and Sarah was quite liking the idea of having the house to herself. I hadn't put any of this detail in my scribbled note to Mum, just telling that I had a "hardcore Maths project" to work on, when the only "hardcore" thing I was working on was certainly not Mathematical. Sarah passed me a few pieces of paper as I came into the room and I sat on the bed. "What d'ya think?" Sarah's latest erotic story – involving some pirates who had "captured" a naïve young girl and then subjected her to all manner of terrifying, yet strangely enjoyable acts of debauchery – was not going to win a book prize, but it had the desired effect and I was sufficiently turned on for her games. She could have achieved the same result by stripping, kissing me or even a degree of lurid chatter, but Sarah never did anything easily and just sat down next to me, stroking my thigh as I read her latest masterpiece. Sarah blew me a kiss as she stripped out of her College clothes and took out her smooth sex toy from the drawer. "Are you OK?" Sarah asked as I watched her and then shrugged. "Well we can't have fun with your clothes on." I felt suitably chastised and undid my belt, allowing my trousers to fall to the ground before throwing my shirt into the corner of the room. Sarah cooed and passed me her favourite sex toy. "Hang on!" I moaned. "Don't we ... you know." My naked girlfriend scowled at my attempts to get more kisses. "You know how to kill a moment," she moaned. "What moment?" I mumbled as we hugged briefly and she nodded towards Eric, her pet name for her vibrator. "Come on now," she moaned and threw herself onto the bed. Sarah was truly becoming extremely insatiable, and I knew my brown-haired beauty wanted sex when she "enticed" me back to her house, but I had no idea how demanding she would be. She was almost treating me like a sex machine! I lay across the bed, and the orgasmatron put his lips on Sarah's soft folds; she tasted as heavenly sweet and musky as ever and I wrapped my tongue around her clitoris. She cried out and I slid my mouth organ up and down her slick runway, listening for her sounds of intense arousal before gently positioning her red sex toy at the entrance of her slippery cunt. She gave an audible groan as I slid it in and began to impale her, sliding it in and out forcefully with a twisting motion. She threw her head back and jerked her body in tune with the rhythm of the sex toy hammering into her hole. My flushed girlfriend grabbed the duvet and curled her toes, moving her legs as my tongue darted over her button and my hands pushed the plastic phallus in and out of her. I turned the vibrator on low and then continued my actions; Sarah was crying out with every thrust and panting like a dog, her face screwed up. I moved the switch on the sex toy round to the maximum vibration and increased the speed of my thrusts, pushing it in as deep as I dared and rotating it as it came out. The air was thick with the smell of Sarah's arousal and the sex toy often rubbed against my chin as I withdrew it, I angled it a bit further down, and Sarah's body – already moving – started writhing in sheer ecstasy. Her hands came to rest on my head as she ground into my face, pushing my lips further onto her lips. She cried out lustfully and aggressively, calling my name to an empty room and then howled as her body tipped her into a powerful climax that caused her entire body to shudder and climax. I didn't stop thrusting the sex toy into her, and as her legs quivered, she cried out again and again, each orgasm stronger than the last one. Her muscles tightened as each wave of pleasure hit her, but there was almost no time between them and she allowed my lips to continue kissing and licking her clitoris. The last time, she screamed loudly, panting desperately between each lustful scream as she swore into the room and then burst into weeping cries. She used her hand to flick me away, and I threw her red sex toy on the floor before going up the bed, and inserting my cock into her moistened, and stretched hole. I barely made contact with her, and she had thrown her head back and had grabbed hold of my buttocks squeezing them and pushing them towards her. This pushed my cock deeper into her, and she cried out as I made gentle rocking moves. Sarah sounded extremely satisfied with each thrust, causing a loud "ooo" or an "aggghhh" to come from her vocal chords as she exhaled. She moved her legs on top of my back and squeezed her vaginal muscles as I rammed my erect manhood into my teenage girlfriend; it felt phenomenal. "Oh Sarah," I muttered into her ear; I was nearing my climax and the point of no return, and slowed down my thrusting somewhat, so I didn't come too soon. Sarah was squealing and kissing me and I wanted her to reach another orgasm, but I was feeling too aroused to last too much longer. I bit my lip and could take the tension no more; I started jack hammering into her, pushing in deeply. Sarah's eyes flew open and she gasped open-mouthed at me, panting dramatically. "Andy," she squealed. "Oh fuck fuck. Oh..." I gulped and squeezed my buttocks; I needed to come, but I desperately held on, pushing deeper and deeper, my pelvis rubbing against her clit and her body shaking. I groaned and screwed up my face, pushing my cock in one last time and allowing my body to come into her. I rocked back slowly as I held my breath and then grunted, before panting into her neck. We kissed, and she rubbed my back. "You're wonderful," she muttered and I smiled at her. "You're wonderful too." Our cleaning up was was interrupted by a loud knocking sound and shouting from the front of the house and Sarah ran onto the landing naked and around the stairs to stare out of the window that looked over her front garden. "It's Kev," she said and turned to me by the stairs. "Sarah, please talk to me," he yelled, and I rolled my eyes. "I'll get rid of him," I muttered, looking at Sarah's body language; she seemed a little worried and perplexed, and I knew how controlling her ex-boyfriend was. "No," Sarah shouted and gripped the side of the bannister. "I'll talk to him," she said in a low voice and wiped her eyes. "You OK?" I asked, my heart sinking. Was Kev going to signal problems between Sarah and me? Sarah shook her head and sucked in her lips. "It's just, I've not seen him since we split up," she replied. "It's just it still hurts." She grabbed a dressing gown, and I put my boxer shorts on, my cock erect again and showing clearly in the underwear I was wearing. I took a deep breath and followed her down the stairs, this was not something I wanted me or Sarah to be part of. She unlocked the front door and held her hand out that I took and we stepped onto the small porch. "Sarah," Kevin called, his piggy eyes in his glasses staring at my girlfriend from the gravel driveway. "I'm so sorry." He clapped eyes on me, my erection and then Sarah. "Oh no," he called. "You haven't." "Haven't what?" Sarah asked, and Kevin stared at me. "You've stolen her. You don't –" "I've not stolen her," I snapped instantly. "You threw her away." "And you've had sex with her. You bastard ... you've tainted her..." "I'm not an object," Sarah screeched at us, and I squeezed her hand. "You've spoilt her." I made a step towards him, and he backed off for a moment. "But Sarah, talk to me. Alone?" I puffed out my chest and went to speak when Sarah gripped my hand and shook her head. "No. For months, I wanted to split up but never had the courage, Kev. It's over." "You don't mean... ?" "I do. I don't love you anymore. You were a bastard over the Summer, and I ... I don't want to see you again." Kevin gulped, and I stared at him. "OK, you heard the lady. Now piss off," I barked at him with a poorly disguised smirk, but Kevin apologised to Sarah again and pleaded for a second chance. Sarah stopped me from walking over to him, and wiped her eyes. "You know if you had asked me about having an open relationship I probably would have said yes," she admitted, looking straight at his expectant face. "But I need to be with someone I can trust. And that person is Andy." He gulped, and Sarah shrugged. "Then please give me another..." I stepped forward to stop him and squeezed Sarah's hand. Sarah shrugged, and he looked at me and snarled. "You're a nasty piece of shit, stealing another guy's bird. I'm gonna..." "Oh shut up," I shouted angrily and stepped onto the drive, the gravel crunching underneath my bare feet. "You had Sarah, you cheated on her and pushed her into my arms. I didn't steal nuttin'. Now fuck off before I give you a hidin'." Kevin looked at Sarah gently shaking her head and snarled at me before turning on his heels. He reached the end of Sarah's drive and turned to shout across the gravel. "I know where you live," he shouted at me. "I'm gonna..." "Fuck off!" I yelled and made a move to chase him, but Kevin used his short legs to carry his piggy body as fast as he could run and the much-loathed boy scampered away from us. I turned back to Sarah whose eyes were streaming and held out my hands, pushing her face into my shoulder rubbing her back. "I didn't know he would..." "S'ok," I told her and pushed her back inside the house. "Come on, I'll give you a massage." I put Sarah on her bed on top of three towels and got some hand moisturiser from the bathroom (it was either that or olive oil from the kitchen!) Sarah didn't notice, and I just made lazy circles in her skin with the white liquid as we talked about her ex-boyfriend. She was keen to tell me that her he meant nothing to her know and I should trust her, and I did, but I just knew that a part of her still liked him – no matter what denials she offered. It was only natural. I never stopped pining for Paula seconds or days after we split up and I didn't think that love, feelings or any sort of emotion could be turned off as if it were a tap the moment the person decided they didn't want to experience them any more. All I would have to do, is work at our relationship relentlessly, to show Sarah that a partnership with Andy Williams was far better than anything Kevin could offer. Sarah purred as I glided my hands over her naked body and as tea-time approached I told her to have a shower while I got dressed. Sarah and I cooked tea for ourselves and Sarah's parents, and her father arrived a few moments before Angela did at around 6pm. They both looked tired, and we served steak and chips with baked beans, grilled tomatoes and lettuce leaves (Sarah's idea). Sarah's parents were keen to talk to us, and we told them about the Maths homework that we didn't have, but they seemed OK with us being together – even when Sarah told her mother that I was staying the night. I received an annoyed phone call from my mother after tea, and I took it in the garden. She was vexed that I hadn't asked permission before going off to sleep at Sarah's house, but I did point out that she wasn't home and that I had a lot of homework to do. I could tell she didn't believe me, but after spending a night apart, Sarah and I both wanted to spend time with each other. Sarah's mother was not so keen to let her daughter and I run off to Sarah's bedroom and close the door at 8pm, and I knew that any shenanigans I got up to would get relayed, so we did all our outstanding work on the dining table while I made pots of tea for everyone as I took breaks more often than Sarah. It was certainly noticeable that I could do the Mathematics work far easier than Sarah could – something that she was not keen on – but it took us until ten in the evening when Sarah and I were sent to bed in separate rooms. We kissed on the landing as Angela covertly listened in. "See you in the morning sexy," I whispered into her ear. "And good night." Sarah smiled. "I'll see you first thing in the morning," she promised back and I had no doubt she would! ------- "I don't believe that fucking woman," Rhea shouted as she threw her bag on the floor. "Can you fucking believe what that twisted, incompetent, moron has fucking done now?" Sarah cocked her head and looked up at my angry sister and slightly worried Simon behind her. "What's up?" "Fucking, stupid, fucking, fucking, ahhhh," spat my incandescent sibling. "Headmistress only goes and moves us to the spanner set in Maths." "Spanner set?" I asked, and Rhea rubbed her face. "Yeah, full of fuckin' spanners. 'Cause she's made a promise to keep Tiny Cock and me separate to fuck knows everyone and it means one of us has to change class in Maths. And the only other class that's on that fits into our timetable is the spanner class. And guess who gets moved? Me and Simon." "Well that's not fair," I muttered, and Rhea nodded. "Yeah, but because I'm the one that was suspended, I'm the problem. And Twat Features is the victim," Rhea yelled, moving her hands furiously. "So I get moved. And get this, I go to see the incompetent piece of fucking cunting twattery and where is she? She's only hiding from me." "Hiding from you?" "Yeah, can you believe that?" Rhea looked at me expecting an answer, and I hummed in agreement. "Apparently she's gone to a funeral. Convenient, if you ask me. It's not on." Sarah looked at me as I suppressed a titter at my deadly serious sister. "Maybe you should ask for Mum to see her." "Do I bollocks, not after what she did to my weaponry. I can fight this one on my own. I want to knock several shades of shit out of the nasty fucking cunt." "Rhea," Simon called and looked at his girlfriend with pleading eyes. "Please don't use that word." "Cunt? I'll fucking give you cunt," Rhea screamed. "She is a fucking cunt. And I am going to knock that fucking cunt into next week," Rhea yelled and took a glass, filling it full of Mum's vodka before sitting at the dining table. "Bang out of fucking order. She's never liked me, but I'll get her. Just you watch. I'll get the witch. If she thinks I am going with all the spanners who can't count to twenty she's in for a fucking shock." "Rhea," I called to get her attention, but she stared into the tumbler. "It's 'cause that fucking tosspot's dad is on the Governor's. Well it ain't right, and I'm being treated as a fucking piece of shit on her fucking shoe just 'cause she's getting dirty knees in front of the twat's cock." She looked at Simon and hummed. "I would say slashing her tyres for starters, but he reckons we should tell Mum, but Mum'll be no good here. We need to play dirty. She's playing dirty, so I'm going to play dirty." "Rhea--" I repeated in a more ominous tone. "Don't do anything stupid." "Like get caught, I won't," Rhea replied instantly with a smile creeping over her face. "No, that's it." She waved her glass towards Simon and then glanced at me. "What we need is two metres of duct tape, a knife, some newspapers, a small bomb, and..." "Rhea," I shouted, and she cackled, grinning wickedly. "Ahh, no, I've got it. I'm going to complain to the Governor's. And what's more, I shall be going to my old Maths class until my appeal against that cuntery is heard." "You know, that last sentence Rhea, with the exception of the language, was almost mature." Rhea hummed and looked at me with a smirk. "And if it doesn't work, I'll firebomb her office," she said as she got up and downed the vodka. "And you, not a word to Mum." I had a suspicion Mum was going to find out sooner rather than later no matter what Rhea did. "Oh, and one more thing," Rhea said as she re-entered the room and looked at Sarah. "I know what you were telling Simon in Lancaster." A smile crept across her face as she looked at my girlfriend. "More of that, and I might start to like you." She grabbed hold of Simon and pushed him towards the stairs, and I looked at Sarah who shrugged. "I was telling Simon how to go down on your sister," she admitted and then raised her eyebrows at my expression. "I think she will like it if he can do it properly and it might stop some of the venom." "But that's my little sister," I moaned. "No matter how awkward she can be." Sarah giggled. "It's a great thing to give someone an orgasm," she muttered and then scowled. "Oh, you don't think Rhea's still a virgin do you?" She asked with a gleeful and patronising voice. "No," I muttered. "I just don't want to think about it." "Poor, deluded, little Andy," my girlfriend taunted. Sarah and I left to go to the football where she was certainly "on fire." Every shot she made, she connected with excellently, and her passing was pin-point. I watched, almost in awe as she collected the ball in the rain, danced past six defenders and then slid the ball perfectly across the six-yard box for another player to tap into the empty net. "It's the sex," she whispered as we walked back to the flat. "And the love and the cuddles and ... just being with you." I laughed as she explained her new-found awesomeness on the pitch. "I just feel ... on top of the world." I giggled at her, and she just smiled back as we made our way back home. I put our dinner in the oven, and we did our homework separately; I had Economics to do and Sarah had Biology. We put our dirty plates in the kitchen sink and went upstairs at half-past nine. Sarah was bored and we had exhausted the entertainment the PlayStation could offer us, but Rhea returning with Simon and chasising me for spending time with "that prick tease," hastened our departure so we could absent ourselves from her caustic barbs. I watched as Sarah got undressed and she put her hands on her hips. "Do you mind?" "Mind what?" "Privacy?" She moaned. "It's not nice to be watched." I waited for her to be stripped to her underwear and came up behind her, snapping her bra clip and kissing her on the neck. Sarah wriggled – more out of playfulness – but I was able to caress her titties and then slide my free hand into her panties. "And what have we here?" I asked with a whisper. "You know my room is an underwear-free zone." Sarah giggled and licked her lips. "Does that mean I shall get punished?" "I'm afraid so," I told her pushed her forward with my body as my hands fell free. She landed squarely on the bed with a titter, and I yanked her knickers down to expose her bare ass, playfully slapping it a couple of times before she turned in the bed. "I won't do it again," she told me with a smile on her face, and her brown hair framing her cheeky expression. "I love you too much." "Well make sure you don't Miss Bailey," I warned and she looked at me. "But you are still wearing clothes," she countered, and the naked beauty got out of my bed and tugged at my clothes. "Come on," she warned. "You can't get a girl naked and hold out on her." Sarah was always at her most coltish when she uninhibited, and she was never more free when she was aroused and naked. I joined her naked on the bed and let my hands wander. We naturally adopted the "spoons" position and put my hands around her to play with her nipples. She pushed back against my erect penis and wiggled her hips seductively as my hands squeezed and rolled her points between my fingers. I felt her hands move and slide in between us, gently pulling at my cock. I kissed the back of her neck and nibbled on her earlobes; she squealed and groaned as I pulled her body back into me and my hands rolled over her smooth body, caressing and gliding over her glabrous, silky skin. Her breathing became heavier and more laboured as my hands pulled against her belly and I squeezed her nipple. She sighed, and I moved my hand down to find Sarah gently rubbing her own clitoris. "That's my job," I whispered. "Then do it." Sarah replied breathlessly, and my fingers replaced hers on the teenager's pearl. I slid my fingers up and down her slippery crack and circled her sensitive button. She writhed and wriggled in front of me, and started pulling harder and harder on my cock. It wasn't painful, but she had done much better when she was in an easier position to reach my manhood. Instead, Sarah was reaching around herself to get to me, and I increased my pressure on her engorged clit. She groaned loudly and wriggled, squealing and squeaking as I applied constant pressure to her button. She bucked her hips, and I whispered into her ear. "You OK?" Sarah hummed with a high pitch nasal grunt and gasped before her body tensed and she gave a long groan. I waited for a few moments and then slid down the bed and buried my finger into her moist hole, rotating it as I slid in and out. Sarah threw her head back, twisted her body, so she was lay on her back and closed her eyes, blaspheming loudly and began to buck her hips in the same rhythm as my thrusting. I replaced my middle finger with my index and middle finger and allowed my little finger to probe her anus while my thumb was catching her clit. The effect was dramatic; Sarah screamed and thrashed, her hands no longer stroking my manhood as she pushed herself into the bed. Her pelvis almost bounced up and down on my mattress as my fingers touched all her buttons and she squeezed the edges of the bed. "Love you," I called out and she groaned. "Fucking love you too," Sarah cried out and squealed. "Oh God!" Sarah gave a few more low groans and then gasped, squealing loudly as she approached her climax; it was a powerful orgasm as her muscles squeezed and tensed against my fingers intruding her personal space. Her cries reverberated around our room as my lover's body tipped her into two tingling orgasms. She pushed my hand away and scooted down the bed to kiss me, but I threw back against the bed, so her feet were at the pillows and climbed on top of her. There was no resistance as I entered her in the "missionary" position; Sarah was ready and looked at me with lustful eyes, mewing as my cock was buried into her well-lubricated hole. "Oh Andy," Sarah whispered and kissed me as I slowly increased my pace. "Yeah Andy," a voice above me called and Rhea stood there in her dressing gown. "Now what have I told you about faking your orgasms Sarah? I don't want to hear it." "Rhea, get the fuck out," I yelled as I pounded into my girlfriend. Rhea pulled up my chair and sat down. "We need to have words," she cried. "Cause you two are too loud and..." "Rhea, fuck off," I yelled and slowed down. Sarah was giggling and pushed her head back to look upside down. "No ... now..." "Rhea," Sarah cried. "Please. Ten minutes, and then we can talk." "If I hear you again, I am coming in with the camcorder," she threatened and slammed the door on the way out. "I'll kill her," I moaned, and Sarah stroked my back. "Don't worry 'bout her," Sarah teased and squeezed my cock with her muscles. "Have me!" How could I refuse? We started again; the interruption had sent my arousal plummeting, but I don't think Sarah objected too much as I pounded for minutes into her. I felt a bit guilty as I am sure she was close to another orgasm when I came, but Sarah did incredible things to me as we had sex and I just grunted and groaned before pumping my seed into the little minx. True to our word we did have words with Rhea; mine were mostly of the four-letter variety and I resolved to putting a lock on my door. Rhea should not be interrupting me in the middle of sex; that was most definitely inappropriate! ------- Abi sent me a "text message" the following day; I carried my phone around all the time, but I found typing out messages on the one-line display to be slow and time consuming, so I didn't send many messages and therefore received few messages in return. I had to press each numeric key that corresponded with at least three letters and some symbols to type out the message and by the time I had said what I wanted to say I probably could have rung the recipient. Sarah was much better at typing on my phone, and most of my message allowance was used by her and Zoe talking; Sarah longed for a mobile phone and I did suggest she get one but her financial situation was not as buoyant as mine and she had been exceedingly lacklustre about changing that with the addition of a job. I suppose it was only to be expected that I was to be better off than most of my peers – I had a generous allowance from Dad and was earning a lot of money, and I wondered about getting her a phone for Christmas but knew I would probably be shouted at if I did: Sarah and Mum would suddenly decide that giving consumer electronics "meant something." I flicked onto the messages menu on the phone and read it by scrolling across. "Meet me at 4 2day. Luv A xx." I glanced up at Sarah talking to Zoe and clicked reply. "Wrkg. Club? A" Abi replied that this was fine, and she made me jump a few hours later by coming up behind me and pressing into my sides. She giggled as I squealed and blew me a kiss. I turned off the vacuum cleaner and picked up the cleaning bucket: I had intentionally left the sticky tables until Abi arrived as I could do it and have a conversation at the same time. "What's up?" I asked as Abi sat down and moved all the beer mats. "Nuttin'," she said and flicked her long hair behind her shoulders. "Wanna know how your date with Sarah went." I smiled, and she bit her lip. "'Cause ya don't call, ya didn't write. Not even a postcard." I felt a little chastised, but she stretched out and rubbed her hands. "Sarah thinks you have taught me well," I told her and she smiled back. "Tell. Come on, I want details and..." "I am not going to kiss and tell," I replied and Abi pouted at me. "It's not kissin' I wanna know. How 'bout the..." "Abi!" I told her with a fierce glare. "It's good. Rhea was a pain in the arse but Sarah, just wonderful. We had lots of time to ourselves, and it was cool. Very good." Abi smiled at me. "Well at least your not chasing Vanessa or Gemma or..." "You," I finished for her. "Completely unsuitable young ladies for your attention," Abi told me deadly seriously, and I took a deep breath. "I wouldn't say that. But I think you were right on the whole 'us going out' front. I don't think it would've worked in the way I hoped it would have." Abi giggled at me. "I always knew that." I gulped, and she straightened her clothes. "But you seem a lot happier from when I first asked." She gave a shrug. "We all have good days and bad days," she mused. "I don't have many bad days 'round you that's all." She let there be a pause, and she looked at my confused face. "Oh, you know I feel more relaxed 'round you." I sniffed, and she raised her eyebrows. "So, 'bout this Sarah of yours?" "I told ya ... I ain't kissin' and telling," I said firmly, and she rubbed the back of my hand. "But if you had any problems you'd know to come and talk to me, right?" "Yeah," I told her and she looked at me seriously. "Well you don't tell me all of yours." "It's different," I was informed. It was good catching up with Abi, and I eventually teased from her that Angela was trying desperately to set her up on a blind date. Abi was resisting, but Angela reckoned that she needed to get out more, and I didn't doubt her housemate had her best intentions at heart. "Abi," I called out as she turned to leave. "How was your first time you had it ... you know ... back there?" Abi appeared flustered for a moment and looked into the corner of the room. "Well. He wasn't all that gentle. It hurt a bit. And the next time and the time after. But he learnt quickly" My face must have contorted slightly and she tapped the table. "Do you need a lesson from the old banger?" "Errr ... no!" I replied quickly and Abi giggled. "I think you do. Remember, what I told you. Grease the..." "Hole and the pole. I know." Abi laughed. "And be gentle." ------- "We could have just found a classroom," Sarah moaned as I dragged her back through the town centre. We had decided to skip doing our General Studies homework for some kisses and cuddles, and my crazy girlfriend thought we should be doing it in school. "Ssssh!" I told her and wrapped my hand around her waist as I unlocked the door to our flat. "We need the keys to Abi's house," Sarah suggested which wasn't a bad idea, but knew that I could not ask the girl I asked out before dating my current girlfriend for keys to her bedroom so I could have sex with Sarah. It would not be fair, and although Abi had pushed Sarah and me together in the strongest of terms, it was still inappropriate. Furthermore, I had every suspicion that Abi would provide the keys, with sex toys, lubricant and a personal sex teacher if we asked! We reached the lounge and Sarah turned and faced me, putting her hands over my shoulders and shaking her hips. "Come on, loverboy." I threw my bag into the corner and put my hands on her rear, kissing her lustfully and then trying to take her to the stairs to my bedroom when she stopped me. "Here, loverboy." "Here?" "Here!" She said assertively and then giggled, throwing off her coat and then unbuttoning her blouse. I stopped her and kissed her again, guiding her back onto the couch and then pushing her skirt up to her waist. She smiled at me and made a few comments as I slid her knickers down her thighs and then her ankles. Sarah giggled at me and then looked into my eyes; she knew what I was going to do and I ran my finger up and down her slit. "Fuck the foreplay," Sarah cried. "Your mum'll be home any minute." I knew this was probable, and Mum did not spend all day in the club, followed by most of the evening, but I guessed if she was out then she would probably arrive at a similar time to Rhea, and that if she did return, we would hear the door slam and have a few seconds to get presentable. I took my finger and held it up to her nose. "Arousal," I told her. "In College. And what do we do with girls who have the horn?" Sarah licked her lips. "We give them a good seein' to," Sarah told me and I smiled at her, lowering my face to her slit. Sarah cried and mewed as I ran my tongue up and down her crack, holding onto the sofa and then pulled me up to face her after I took her to a shuddering orgasm through my clitoral kisses. She wiped my face and gave me a kiss on the lips as she fumbled with my trousers to free my erect cock. She struggled with the belt, so I knelt on the edge of the sofa to undo it, and she used her feet to glide my trousers to my ankles. I was unable to move my legs apart, but fell back into her arms, and my cock nestled against her pussy. She look at me with lustful, pleading eyes and we kissed as I buried my manhood into her, rocking back and forth as we made love on the family couch. Sarah squealed and moaned, and she gasped with every thrust into her. Unlike Abi she did not squeeze her muscles as much against my cock but her hole was unquestionably tighter. We kissed as I pounded into her unfettered pussy and she rubbed her hands down my back. I was nearing the point of ejaculation and increased my speed, jackhammering into the poor girl, who offered nothing but squealing encouragement. Sarah gasped and gripped the sofa as I held onto my orgasm, desperately intensifying the sensation of desperation. My testicles tightened and I spluttered, before filling her cunt with my semen. We lay for a moment panting and kissing and I reached for some tissues on the counter, wiping my cock and giving Sarah a kiss. "Don't I get one?" Sarah asked with an annoyed tinge to her voice. "Sorry," I muttered and reached over when I froze. "Andy," Mum called. "Is that you?" "Quick," I hissed as I heard movement from upstairs and hiked my trousers up; Mum must have been in her bedroom all the time Sarah and I were having sex. "Come on," I whispered "I can't," Sarah cried as I grabbed our school bags and her knickers, darting out of the room and onto the main staircase leading to the front door. "Andy," Sarah hissed, staying motionless. "It's leaking." "Quick," I told her and held out her knickers. "Mum'll see us." She waddled to the top of the stairs in a most undignified way as Mum's footsteps got louder. I pushed her against the wall and used her knickers to wipe my semen from her crotch, but she hissed again. "I can't go to school with no knickers." "Sure you can," I told her and dragged her down to the front door before Mum came into the lounge. I was sure there was little to incriminate us, but Sarah was scowling at me. "I mean it," she whispered. "I've got no knickers." I passed her the semen soaked thong and she screwed up her face, making a silly sound and I looked at her with a cocked head. "Well don't moan then." Sarah placed her favourite and soiled knickers into a plastic bag that she kept in her school bag. "And if you were a little less insatiable," I told her with a grin. "I think it's called a honeymoon period," Sarah told me. "And we are s'posed to be having sex every twenty seconds." She giggled at me as we walked back through the town centre. We stopped off to get Sarah a new pair of underwear from a clothing superstore, and held hands. "I had a phone call last night," she admitted as there was a lull in our sexually-charged chatter. "Kevin rang me." "Ohhhnnnn," I muttered, scowling in annoyance. "What did he want." "The usual," Sarah moaned and squeezed my hand. "I'm only telling you, so you know I am not keeping any secrets." She looked up at me and licked her lips. "But you knew that he would. But I told him I am not interested and don't want to see him again but he begged and ... well he actually begged, but I told him no." I gulped; I didn't like where the conversation was going, but Sarah saw my expression and giggled. "I told him I loved you, and he swore and put the phone down." "Really?" "Yeah," Sarah said with a grin. "And I've told Mum that if he rings to tell him that I'm busy having sex with you in my room, so hopefully he'll get the message." "Right," I said, laughing, but was still somewhat concerned at he ex-boyfriend's inability to let go. We had a spare couple of hours, so I took Sarah to the cinema; I was aware our relationship had consisted of an awful lot sex and soul-searching but remarkably little "going out" and I didn't want Sarah to feel like she was with Kevin again – all girl, no friend – so we found a comedy that was due to start, and I exchanged an exorbitant amount of money for tickets, drink and popcorn. Sarah moaned when it only came with one straw telling me that she would catch "all my diseases" but given that we kissed repeatedly all day and had unprotected sex, she was a little late to be worried about hygiene! Instead we just sat in the corner and watched the film, cuddling each other as we ate a large bucket of sweet popcorn and drank a bucket of fizzy cola; the cinema might be good for my relationship, but it would probably give me Diabetes! ------- My phone call from Olivia in Lancaster had given my three evenings of work – a couple having "non-kinky" sex, some work for a guy wanting photos for a magazine and Olivia's niece who was doing a fashion course at University and needed some photographs of her work. The first of the work was a "nice" couple in Amersham, and I had told my mother that I would be out for tea and left college at 2pm. We had arranged to start around four in the afternoon, but they lived a sizeable distance from the train station in a house that was almost in the next town. I liked Dad's idea of me having my driving license more and more as I walked from the train station with a big bag of camera equipment slapping at my side. I knew very little about the couple, other than I was to ask for "Savannah" and that I would need plenty of film. The house I walked to, backed on a small wood and was easily a four or five bedroom house. I felt nervous and turned around several times, expecting to see someone following me, but the road was empty. "Rose Cottage" was a large building, but it was eerily quiet, as was the street, and my hand shook as I knocked stoutly on the sturdy black door. It echoed in the porch, and I waited. A young lady did eventually open the door, peering around the wood as she held it open a few inches. "Err ... Savannah?" "Yes," the voice squeaked and she cleared her throat. "Sorry. Andy?" "Yeah," I muttered and she stared at me up and down. "Sorry. I didn't expect you to be so young." I scowled at her implication. "Well I've photographed almost two dozen strippers, an orgy and the odd couple," I said firmly, and the eyebrows rose slightly. I could tell she was nervous, but I had missed an afternoon of school plus travelled to a town fifteen miles away to see her, and I was a little annoyed my credentials were being challenged. I always took a few pictures with me and took out a small envelope of images containing Holly and a couple of the strippers. "A sample of my work." "Oh Olivia spoke exceptionally highly of you, the voice came back and she opened the door, still holding the pictures. I couldn't suppress a smile as I caught sight of her for the first time. She was around 5ft8in tall and was reasonably thin with long black hair that was tied into two pig tails with scarlet ribbon. The clothes she was wearing exposed her shoulders and was white at the top before going into black with red ribbon; it was a maid's outfit, and I felt a surge of excitement in places I could not control. With Savannah dressed as she was it was hard to guess her age, but I thought she was in her late thirties or early forties, and she flicked through the photographs I had provided with her. "I really wasn't expecting anyone so young." I looked her up and down. "So..." I started. "What exactly did you want?" "Ahhh..." Savannah hummed and I felt a falling sensation in my stomach. Olivia had promised me that they were a "nice" couple, and I was hoping for some straight-forward sex. She gestured towards the kitchen and got me a drink of orange juice before sitting down at the dining table. I took a sip of juice, and she rubbed her hands. "OK ... ummm ... it's a bit awkward really. Embarrassing." "Why?" I asked instinctively. "My husband is ... away," was all she could say and I did not know whether that was abroad working, in a prison or just absent. "And he's always had a couple of fantasies. And one is ummm ... dressing up. Um, in maids and ... well you get the idea. And the other is..." She trailed off and looked at the wall, rubbing her hands. "It's ... well it's me with another woman. A younger woman." I breathed a sigh of relief; I thought she was about to confess to golden showers or blood-letting or something that Rhea would watch when she broke into the video cabinet. "Sure." Savannah looked at me and rubbed her hands. "There's a bit of an age gap," she confessed and rubbed her nose. "I used to babysit her. But..." "She's not under sixteen is she?" I asked instinctively as I had no desire to get myself jailed. Savannah shook her head. "Oh no. She's umm ... well she's ... seventeen." I ignored the nervousness in her voice and took out my camera, loading the first film. "Ready when you are," I said finishing my juice and checking my bag for all my lenses; I would need a few when we got down to the shooting. "She's not here yet," Savannah confessed, and I glanced up at the door to see another maid's outfit hanging up. "She's coming after school." It felt weird to be talking to a middle-aged woman dressed up for sex while she waited for her schoolgirl lover, but it put Savannah at ease, and when she became more relaxed, I became more comfortable. She was still a little jumpy and nearly leapt out of her skin when the doorbell went. I went with her when she opened the door and introduced myself to Ceri – a schoolgirl dressed in a blue uniform and with shoulder length dark brown hair. Ceri was well proportioned, confident and smiling as I talked to her; I wanted to know whom I was photographing before I got down to it, and Ceri was happy to chat for a few minutes as she drank a drink. She confessed that she had never been with another woman before, and Savannah rubbed her hands nervously. It was strange that neither myself or Ceri were anxious in the slightest as she discussed her large amount of homework, but Savannah was extremely unsettled. Ceri's outfit was slightly different to Savannah's; there was no red embellishments on Ceri's costume but the schoolgirl still looked sexy, and I suggested a few photographs outside while they still had their clothes on. Savannah moaned that it was too cold, but I enticed them into the garden in the half-light, and sited them near a tree in the middle of their expansive garden. I was grateful for the many light sources outside, but it was still far from perfect. Savannah groaned as I sorted out the light that her nipples were getting hard and sore, and I smiled when I saw her additional bumps in the thin fabric. "May I?" I asked Ceri who looked at me with a slightly startled expression, and I massaged her nipples through her fabric. She fidgeted slightly as I did, but I joked that it would be weird if Savannah had engorged points and she didn't. It felt inappropriate, and after I had enticed some erectness, Ceri took over as I picked up my camera. The two ladies adopted a few seductive poses, but it was a biting wind and was glad to return to the sanctuary of the warm house. Savannah's bedroom was more of an intimate boudoir but judging by the amount of wardrobe space, I guessed that this was not her main bedroom. She lit some candles, but I asked to her to keep the light on for most of the sex scenes; it made the photography easier and as the purpose of my visit was to create photographs for someone else, she readily agreed. Ceri was far more nervous now that they were getting "down to business" and her inexperience showed through reticence. I tried to capture a few close-ups as the two women fondled each other on the bed, and Savannah pushed Ceri back onto the pillows and slid her shiny black dress up to reveal some lacy underwear. Savannah pushed them to one side to allow me to capture Ceri's trimmed, but not shaved, pubic hair and then slid them down to begin feasting on her schoolgirl lover's slit. Ceri was tense and emotionless, and I put my camera down, standing away from Ceri's eye-line to allow her to forget I was there, which seemed to work. A few minutes later, Savannah's probing of her tongue had worked Ceri up into a mixture of squeals and groans. I caught several photos of Ceri's moistened genitals, of the scene from the side of the room, and of the teenage girl's body, as well as one from up Savannah's skirt. I captured the teenage girl's orgasm just before I had to change my film and then watched as they did a "69" position – with both women giving oral sex, Ceri using a strap-on dildo to impale the middle-aged host, them both using a double-ended dildo and then of the two of them "scissoring." The photo shoot finished as the two naked ladies kissed each other and I finished the last of my film. It gave me a few minutes to consider things downstairs as my subjects became reacquainted with their clothes – I certainly did not expect to be filming a lesbian couple, but both Savannah and Ceri were charming and sexy. In fact, neither of them were lesbian; Savannah was certainly open to bisexuality but Ceri looked nervous and ill at-ease to begin with and was only gay for the day due to the money Savannah was offering. I placed the five films on the worktop as Savannah entered the room. "So what happens now?" She asked. "I've left them with the person who asked for it. Take it to Olivia and if you like the films, pay for them then." Savannah gulped and passed me a twenty pound note. "What's this for?" "Train fare and stuff." I looked at her and looked at it. "Take it. And I'll pay Olivia your fee, unless you want it now." "Give it to Olivia," I demanded. "When you like the photos." "OK. Sure. Thanks." Savannah smiled, and I kissed her on the side of the cheek, before waiting for Ceri to come downstairs. "Where do you live?" I asked the model, and she bit her lip as I packed my camera bag. "Amersham," she told me. "Near the train station." "I'm going that way," I admitted and slung my camera bag over my shoulder. "Can I walk with you?" She smiled at me. "Sure." I watched as she got her coat on from the coat stand in the hall and slid her black school shoes back on. She was wearing a uniform and that made me think she wasn't seventeen. Savannah thanked us both profusely, and we waved at her as I walked down the road with her lover. Ceri told me that she wasn't seventeen as we left the house; it was her sixteenth birthday the week before; therefore, she was in the year below me. I felt somewhat relieved that she was over the age of consent, but I was annoyed with Savannah; why didn't she just tell me the truth? I found Ceri extremely chatty and in the few minutes we had, she told me that she had a boyfriend who was older than her called Joe, and who had gone to Cambridge University in September, but she had been having sex with him for over a year. She went to the local girl's grammar school down the road, but her uniform that she arrived in said this to me. She had two brothers, two sisters, three cats and a dog, her parents were divorced, and she also worked in the convenience store on a Saturday. She was a 34B, size six clothes, and her favourite colour was red. And she was very, very, very talkative! "Do you want something to eat?" I offered when I could get a word in and Ceri smiled and nodded, We agreed to go to a little place I saw underneath the station and she began talking again. Ceri reminded me a bit of Sarah, she was smiley and bubbly, but she exuded a degree of confidence. I asked her if Savannah did used to babysit her, and she just giggled. "Yeah, but a long time ago. She saw me at my sixteenth last week and suggested it, but my folks know her really well, so I've had to promise to keep it a secret." I screwed up my face a bit; it was a risk for Savannah to take, and I hummed, but the bisexual schoolgirl didn't see and we turned into the small takeaway shack. I offered to buy her dinner, but she refused and took a note from her purse. "I got a grand for doing it," she told me as we both order Chicken Curry, rice and chips for the bargain price of £2.50, and we waited for it to cook. "I want to go to Uni, so I'm gonna pay it in to my bank. Told her, I'd do it again." I wasn't sure what to make of this, but just listened as we sat in the bus shelter eating our dinner. She told me that she wanted to do it again – even for a tenth of the money - and I thought that she was probably undercutting herself a little, but "Joe would have to understand and might even watch." I told her about Mum's club before walking her to the top of her street. She asked me to add her mobile phone number to my phone before saying goodbye, but I didn't know why I had blindly acquiesced. I was certain I wasn't going to see her again, but something told me that I wanted to. ------- The following morning I was slammed my hands against my alarm and woke up bleary-eyed. I focused on the time: it was 6am and what the hell was my alarm clock doing at 6am. I tried to go back to sleep but yawned and stretched; I was awake, so there was no chance I was going to be able to sleep again and got up to go to the toilet, and then get some breakfast. Given that it was so early I just slung a dressing gown over my shoulders and walked downstairs, making myself a cup of coffee and pouring some weird looking cereal into a bowl. "Andy?" I heard behind me and turned to face the voice, and displaying all of my teenage attributes. Rhea sniggered, and even Simon gave a wry smile as I put my cereal bowl onto the worktop and fastened the belt. "What are you doing up?" "Alarm," I moaned and looked at her expression. "Went off at 6am." "Ahh yes," Rhea squirmed. "Ahh well ... there's a story to that." "Oh I wish you wouldn't," I moaned. "You used to do that all the time. Waking me up at 3am." Rhea sniggered and then smiled. "I was messing with mine, and when it did something stupid I checked it on yours," she lied and I shrugged. "So what are you doing up?" "First day of my new job," Rhea told me – a hint of pride in her voice. "Si and me are at the newsagents." "Cool," I muttered and watched as my sister and her boyfriend leave the room. Something told me that she was up to something and that her newsagents job would end in tears, but it wasn't my concern and sat down on the sofa with a cup of tea to think. I wondered what had made Sarah forgive me when she got angry with me and decided that it probably wasn't the flowers or chocolates or anything but a genuine, sincere apology. I wondered how best approach Ray and Donna, Sarah had teased me, and I certainly thought the sooner I made my first attempt the more time I would have with my other attempts as I knew Donna would not accept anything I had to say. Ray had been avoiding me, but I made an effort to go and find him at the start of the day, finding him and Donna sat on a small couch at the back of the Common Room. "Hi," I greeted them with unreasonable cheerfulness. "Good holiday?" Ray's freckled face frowned at me. "Good, why?" "Just askin'." I hummed for a few seconds. "'Cos ya ain't said much." "That's 'cause we don't like you." "Yeah ... about that." Donna puffed out as I went to speak, and I played with my hands. "OK, I was a cock. A complete and utter cock. So I'm sorry." Donna snorted in incredulity. "You're sorry? Hell..." "I was rude to your cousin, and I took liberties with Ray's sister," I admitted and then rubbed my hands. "And I know I can't undo what's been done, but I can say sorry." Donna sat open-mouthed for a moment at my contrite words. I didn't mean all of them, and I was sorry for the fact Ray wasn't talking to me rather than what I had done. If he had taken the same "liberties" with Rhea then I would not have reacted so negatively at all, and I didn't give a monkeys about Donna, but Sarah wanted me to make my peace with our dischuffed friends and a heartfelt apology was the easiest way of making up – no matter how insincere it was. "That's..." Donna glared at me for a moment and ran her hands through her hair; she was speechless. Ray's face twitched slightly. "You were a cock," he told me, and I shrugged. "Yeah, as Mum keeps telling me, teenage boys don't always think." Ray had a weak smile, and I took a deep breath. "Look, strictly between us three, I've got some work doing photographs of couples umm ... well as they do ... it. And I could really do with another pair of hands next week. It doesn't pay really well, but it ain't bad, and we'll split the cash, and I send the photographs to Olivia." Ray's eyes widened. "That's ... wow! Doing what?" I looked at Donna who flinched slightly as I spoke. "You OK Donna?" "Why are you doing this?" "Doing what?" "Being nice," she muttered and then stared at Ray. "And asking for Ray's help. Why? Why not ask Sarah or that slut or..." I gulped and clenched my fists; Donna had no right to talk about Abi in thosre terms and I took a deep breath as she trailed off. "No-one takes photos like Ray. And it'll make it easier for us. And I reckon he could do with the money." Donna eyed me suspiciously for a few moments and then got up. "You know what I think of him," she spat at her boyfriend and pushed past me. I gave Ray some raised eyebrows. "S'ok," I said as his mind whirred. "I know she 'ates me. But the photographs. You in?" Ray promised he would think about it and with my best friend back talking to me, walked off to class. It was almost too easy. ------- Zoe was nervous at her first team meeting, but I told her she would be fine. We sat down, and the room soon filled up with three dozen or so women and just a handful of men. I noticed Jessica wasn't there, but I was greeted by most of the dancers and made small talk, and I think this made Zoe even more nervous. I introduced her to a handful of the dancers, but Mum called order to the meeting and ran through the drinks promotions, known troublemakers and rota amendments for the next couple of weeks. She then introduced turned to us. "And we have a new part-time cleaner..." Mum started. "Hang on! Doesn't she get a pseudonym?" I asked cheekily and Mum grinned at me, her hands folded over her chest. "Well you don't have one." "Yeah, but I want one," I replied quickly and there was a room full of chuckles. "So, what do you want?" Juggs asked, and I rubbed my chin in exaggerated thought. "Hmmm. Well..." "Rocky Thunderhose?" Juggs asked in a silly voice, and I nodded amongst the laughter "Goldenballs?" Isobel suggested, followed by "Studmuffin", "Jack Hammer" and "Longsword" from a few of the girls. Mum looked at me smirking. "I quite like Goldenballs," I said looking at my ex-lover from the end of the array of tables and she went red, her hands wiping her eyes. "Well tough, you are Andy. And are you fine with... ?" Mum turned to Zoe who nodded. "Ignoring the big-headed prat she is sat next to, this is Zoe." There were a few mutterings of "hi Zoe," and the like and Mum then did the best bit of the team meeting – she divvied up the pay cheques into everyone's waiting hands. Zoe hadn't started work, her first day would be the following day, but Mum had been through everything with her while I was away and had paid her for her time at the club as she was shown the ropes. Zoe gasped as she unfurled a cheque for twenty pounds and bit her lip. "Wow, this is brilliant." I noticed my pay packet was a little higher than I expected and Mum smiled at me looking a little perplexed. My hourly rate had gone up from five to five pounds, and fifty pence an hour, and I had to wonder if Mum had made a mistake. "Promotion," she said firmly as she fried off the eggs in the kitchen. I swung on the door and she looked over, her eyes surveying the fidgeting teenager. "If Zoe is working there, then you will need to keep an eye on her. So promoted you to senior cleaner." I thanked her and detected something else in her voice, waiting for her to say it. "And I was sure you would pack it in after a week," she muttered. "Ahh well, you don't know me as well as you thought you did," I responded, and Mum hummed and cracked an egg onto the sizzling pan. "No. I s'pose not." She looked over and gave me a weak smile. "But then I always knew I would have problems if I had a son." "I'm no problem compared to Rhea." Mum took a deep breath and sighed. "Now that I do believe," she muttered and I pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge. "You having some?" "Of my wine," she replied cheerily, emphasizing her ownership of the alcohol, and I generously gave her the biggest glass. Sarah appeared next to Rhea, who was scowling. "What's the prick tease doing here? I sighed and offered Sarah a glass of wine which Rhea accepted for herself. "This is my bloody drink," Mum moaned as I emptied the bottle and looked at Rhea. "Daughter Tax," Rhea told her and picked up her glass. "It's what happens when you have a daughter. But, for a limited time only, I promise not to touch another drop of your alcohol if, and only if, I can have my weaponry returned to me." Mum spluttered into her wine. "I shall see after Parents' Evening," she was told, and both Sarah and I laughed. "You ain't ever getting it back," I teased her to utter disgust from my sister. Sarah and I had dinner before getting on the train to stay at her house. We had planned to stay the night in my bedroom, but Sarah had a match the following day and had left her football kit behind, so we decided to travel to Wendover for the night. I liked Sarah's room; her house came without an annoying little sister and her parents were just as relaxed about us on non-school nights as Mum was. When the weather was good we could sit outside in the garden, although it was getting a little dark for doing that in the evening now that November was on the horizon, and Sarah just grabbed my hand as we walked out of the station. "You know Zoe is proper going at me," Sarah confessed. "About just jumping into your bed. She says..." "She works in a strip club," I reminded my girlfriend. "Just tell her that when she preaches." Sarah gave a small titter. "And anyway, she hasn't started on me yet." "I don't want her to start on me," Sarah moaned. "And Donna's getting annoyed with Ray. I want you to sort out whatever problems you have with them." "Oh the messing around with Ray's sister and abusing Donna's cousin you mean," I snapped and shrugged. "I know. He's just so passive ... well Donna won't forgive me very easily, and I don't care no more. I got better things with you! I've tried to make up with Ray and he's fine, but Donna's just being awkward." Sarah blushed and squeezed my hand. "Well I want you to make up with her. Hell you made up with me whenever you were a cock, it can't be that difficult." I sighed, and Sarah looked at me. "If Andy is not friends with Ray and Donna by December 31st 1998 there will be no sex in 1999 until he is. That gives you two months." I laughed and thought she was joking, but the look on her face said everything. I tried to talk her out of it, but she was fiercely determined that she would not choose between her friend and her boyfriend and the only way she could make us talk to each other was to impose sanctions on me. It was unfair as I did not see what she was doing to Donna, but Sarah had made her mind up. We reached her drive and she took out her keys, walking around the two cars parked there. I gave her a kiss before she unlocked the door and walked in to the hallway. She smiled at me and then scowled; there was a strange noise coming from the lounge as if someone was distressed or in pain. "What's..." Sarah strode over to the door, picking up a shoe and holding it in front of her. "Sarah," I called out and held her shoulder. "Stay here." Sarah grunted and ignored me, flinging open the door and gasping in shock. "Mum!" Sarah cried as her eyes set upon the sight of her mother, dressed in a shiny red and black basque with black fishnet stockings and passionately sat on the lap of her husband. Angela turned around and swore in exclamation, pulling herself free of her partner, and covering her crotch. "You were supposed to be at Andy's," Angela told her, but Sarah's eyes didn't leave her parents. I saw a flash of movement to my right from the door of the conservatory, and I realised that Sarah's parents were not alone. I had forgotten (rather conveniently) that her parents were swingers and that Sarah did not know, and I didn't think it was an ideal time for Sarah to find out. Sarah hadn't noticed, and I closed the door. "Leave 'em alone," I suggested and took Sarah's hand. "Shall we go for a walk." Sarah muttered something, and I tugged at her hand. "Walk?" She murmured. "Just going out Mrs. Bailey," I shouted through the closed door. "We'll be an hour or so." Sarah sniffed. "What? Yeah!" Sarah was a little shocked by what she saw, but we walked down to a little newsagents and bought a drink each and then sat in the park talking. She wasn't annoyed or angry, she just didn't expect to she her mother dressed up in a PVC or rubber outfit with fishnets. Fortunately, she hadn't spotted the companion, or companions, in the conservatory, that was off to the right of the lounge, but she was still thoughtful. "I mean, I should have guessed," she mused. "Cars on the drive meant they were home and when we have kids sure we'll use any excuse when they're out to have some fun." I coughed, and she smiled. "And that's not to say I am having kids with you. When we have kids in general," she said clarifying her sweeping statement somewhat. "Well, it doesn't matter," I told her. "It's just sex. Hell Rhea's come in, your Mum's come in. We always get interrupted. Hell Rosie and Ray came in when Paula and I were messin' about." "But why in the lounge?" Sarah rubbed her face and kicked the seat. "I mean, they've got a bedroom up there where they won't be disturbed." "Variety," I suggested and squeezed Sarah's hand. "You know I came home to see Mum having a one-night stand in our lounge. She wasn't expecting me back, so she just did what she wanted. Parents do that." "Oh, I know!" Sarah mused and then smiled. "But hey, it means we can do what we want." "I am not sure it works like that," I told her, but Sarah scoffed and rubbed her eyes. She grabbed my hand, and I made sure we took the long-way home. When we arrived there was one less car in the drive and the two parked on the end of the street were missing – Sarah's parents had been enjoying themselves! Angela and William were both dressed when we arrived back, and the house was eerily quiet. I squeezed Sarah's hand and Angela nervously called for her daughter from another room, holding her arms outstretched to hug her. "Sorry darling. Your Dad and I love each other very much and..." I could see there was a little concern in her eyes over how much Sarah had seen. "Just a bit of a shock I think seeing her parents at it," I said for Angela's benefit, and she certainly understood what I was trying to say. "I know you love each other very much," Sarah told her as they hugged. "I saw." "Yes ... well. We weren't expecting you and..." She looked at me and I touched Sarah on the arm. "I can go if you want," I told her, but Sarah just shook her head. "I don't care," Sarah told her. "But if that's the new rules, adults can have sex around the house don't be annoyed if Andy and me take you up on it." I blushed, but Sarah hugged her mother before Angela could respond and she smiled at her father. "Oh and Mum. That outfit. Doesn't suit you." "Doesn't it?" Angela asked with a grin, and Sarah shook her head. "No. So eighties." William gave his daughter a grin and told her to mind her own business, but this caused much amusement from his daughter. Sarah had a lustful look in her eye and giggled as I kissed her at the bottom of the stairs. "If we ever have kids," she whispered. "We are not to fuck where they can see us." "If your parents hear us talking about kids they'll kill us," I whispered back and tickled her on her flanks. "Shall we say good night?" Sarah smiled at this thought, and knocked on the door to the lounge before entering. "Just making sure you are dressed," she teased when they looked quizzically at her. "Andy and I are going to bed now." "Sure, night poppet," her mother called and she gestured towards William who got up to give her a hug. "And Sarah," Angela told her as we left. "Where is Andy sleeping?" "With me," Sarah replied and her eyes narrowed. "And after what you two have been up to today..." William glared at me, and I felt a little self-conscious but held Sarah's hand. "It's fine ... this time, but you ask. And I want him to sleep in the spare room if it's a school night." "But..." "Errr ... English exam," Angela replied, and Sarah groaned. "I went out with Kev and stayed out late the night before my English exam. Every time I have prioritised you before we got together over my studies she brings that up as a reason why I shouldn't," Sarah explained as we walked up the stairs. "I mean, I've tried telling her that you are different, but she won't have it." I gave her a smile, but she squeezed my hand. "But then if I got College in the morning I can sleep at your place, right?" Sarah got undressed as she used the bathroom and I was treated to a naked girlfriend kissing me on the lips and rubbing her hands over me as I walked to the small room. She only had a single bed – which cause more moaning – but it was fine for both of us as long as we cuddled up. She had room for a double bed, but I suggested we move her little set of drawers to the other side so we could move her bed up by the wall and I snuggled up on the "wall side" of the bed. Sarah snuggled in to me, and we had to spoon just to both fit on the mattress. My lovely beau giggled as my hands came round to touch her and pull her into me; I could feel her body heat and warmth against my chest and her hair tickled my nose. She wrapped it underneath her her cheek and grabbed hold of my arm that went across her, pushing it into her chest and mewing as I pawed at her. "I can feel little Andy," she told me and cocked her neck so I could nibble on her earlobe; she liked that enormously and pushed her hips back against my manhood. "I can feel big Sarah," I told her and squeezed her breasts. She groaned in satisfaction as my fingers tweaked her nipples and she reached down to her own waist. I was hoping that she would play with me, but there wasn't much room for us to lay side my side and play with each other and so I pushed my cock into the small of her back. I loved the feeling of her body warmth against me and moved my hands further down her body to explore her crotch; she parted her legs as best she could and I was able to feel dampness and heat. She purred contently as my fingers nestled against her moist slit and found her clit. I twirled it around my finger as the girl in my arms began to buck and writhe, wriggling around and sliding against my body. "Oh sorry!" Sarah cried and turned to face me, wrenching my finger away and smiling at me. "You gotta, oh well," she blubbered and threw her hands onto my waist before lifting her left leg over my head. I saw her pert bottom come down, and I positioned her so that her hole was at the tip of my nose. I wrapped my lips around her button and sucked gently, sucking in her musky odour and sweet taste. She panted and mewled, pulling lustfully as she exhaled. I used my hands to right her, and she took my cock in her hand and started tugging it gently, sliding her hand up and down using twisting motions to stimulate me. I was sighing into Sarah's sopping crotch and ran my tongue around her slit and flicked her pearl, causing her legs to flinch every time I did. I could hear her sighing and groaning, and she began to buck, riding my face as if I was a pony taking her for a ride. The full force of her bore down on my skull, but I didn't care and just stared up at the view of her rear while tasting her bedewed crotch. She cooed at my cunnilingus and kept stroking my manhood, her long fingers extending down my cock to touch my balls as her motions swept along the shaft. I kept sighing and panting on her sensitive clit, but she didn't care and as I felt myself nearing the point of no return, sped up on Sarah. I loved the taste and feeling of going down on her, and she just adored my mouth on her slit. She whimpered and cried out, slumping forward against me and pushed her body into my face, covering me in our distinctive juices as she ground herself to an orgasm. I was already near a climax and Sarah just wrapped her lips around my glans and sucked. It was too much, and I closed my eyes and savoured Sarah's heavenly touch as she fellated me to my climax. My mind was too preoccupied to warn my lover that I was about to ejaculate in her mouth, and I simpered on my cunt, licking it out forcefully until it was too late. She spluttered, and I felt some wetness dribble down my cock and into my pubic hair, but I felt Sarah grunt, groan, pant and then her entire body shook, her entire body bouncing onto my head and she squeezed my thighs. Her orgasm echoed around her room, her legs pushing against my ears before she took a few deep breaths. I wanted to look at her, but all I could see was her rear and gently kissed her crotch again. She told me to stop, but I ran my tongue onto her hole and pushed up, causing her to squeal and grunt loudly; she was not ready for stopping yet! Sarah bounced again over the top of me as my tongue probed her hole and then again as I flicked her oversensitive button. She pushed her body forward as I repositioned myself on the pillows and I looked up to see that her perineum was over my mouth. Sarah stopped sighing and fidgeted as my tongue touched her anus, and probed her ring of muscle. I had both of her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers as my tongue happily lapped at Sarah's butt. She sighed and groaned, enjoying the analingus I was giving her. Abi always loved having her ass kissed and as Sarah relaxed realised she was no different. Sarah groaned and sighed, wriggling on my chest as my lips sucked on her anus and my tongue pushed against her ring. She cried out, laughed and then spluttered with delirium as my tongue explored her but with wild abandon. It was dirty, I knew this, but it was partly due to the taboo nature of what I was doing that made it so thrilling. I knew that few people at my College would have thought of kissing a girl's rear to get them off but in my face was a writhing teenager who was proof that it was possible. I flicked my tongue faster and faster across her butt until I heard her squeal, and her body shook. She got up to reveal that she had been "helped along" by her fingers on her clitoris and I tried to pull her back, but she stopped me. "I'm tired," she moaned when I tried to touch her again, and I looked down to see a small pair of pleading eyes. "Tomorrow," she begged and got up. I had to use a tissue to stop semen spilling from my loins and we were soon settled back in her bed, cuddling again. Sarah giggled. "That's nice," she purred as I just rubbed my hands over her. "I've not had sex with anyone in this room?" "Kev?" I asked, and she shook her head. "No. I lost my cherry in some backstreet hotel in London. And then when he came it was the garden, lounge, parent's room." "Parent's room?" "Yeah, well they got a double bed and I haven't. I want one, but they said I didn't need one, but I do need one. Look." She gestured at us with her hands, and I kissed her again. "I mean, why can't my mum be like yours?" I hummed, and Sarah snorted. "If she found out that I had had sex at Abi's orgy or I really did have a ding-dong with Zoe, or anything ... she'd go skitz." "Yeah, and Mum found out that I did Coke she'd go skitz. And if Zoe's parents found out anything about her, they'd go skitz." Sarah laughed and rubbed the top of my thigh. "I just wish they'd let me have a sex life. They really want me not to have one, I am certain." "I don't think they do." "Oh they do," she moaned. "They never do it I know, and it's why they need to spice up their life by doing it in the lounge." I went to protest but thought it best no to. Angela and William would probably like the idea of their daughter believing them to be closet puritans and just kissed her. "Nighty night," I whispered. "And don't let the bed bugs bite." She snorted. "Or the girlfriends who get too horny in the night." It was difficult to sleep with Sarah in that position, and she tossed and turned a little. Our bodies pressed so hard into each other meant we had little freedom, but we managed it in the end. I got up early on Saturday morning, and did the club with Zoe; I had to travel from Sarah's and got up without waking her, before getting dressed and having breakfast with Angela. Zoe was spending the day with her family before Simon (and Rhea) went to Lyon to be English exchange students. Rhea had been paired with, a sweet girl by the name of Jacqueline Ducrocq. Jacqueline was sixteen, loved Hanson, had a brother and a sister (both younger), enjoyed comedies and spoke a little English, Italian, German and a few words of Russian. She did not have a boyfriend although liked the look of a couple of the guys in her town, and was a keen skier. She had long brown hair, and kept fit, hoping to be a vet or a doctor when she left her education. I know all this because Rhea refused to read and understand the letters she was receiving and I had to help her compose responses. Simon corresponded easily with his exchange student, but my sister was the awkward one. For Rhea, she argued that Jacqueline should make the effort to learn English as the French "are a bit useless" and "English is the better language." It was, therefore unreasonable for her to have to write in French back to the girl and so I compose the letter and let Rhea send it. It was definitely Rhea's influence, but I did feel the need to tell her pen friend that Rhea was quite vicious and very violent, which my sister dutifully posted. (I also told Jacqueline that Rhea had a wonderful and sexy brother, but this was intercepted by Rhea and amended by her!) Personally, I though Jacqueline sounded quite sweet, but I wouldn't get to meet her until March. I wondered what she would make of the nightclub and whether Rhea would cause too many problems in France. Zoe was her usual smiling self and I left her to do the tables downstairs while I went to clean the private rooms – they always got used on Friday and Saturday nights, and there were a few ominous stains on the leather sofas. There was a sense of disgust that didn't come from the arms or shoulders, but the waist, and I wiped them down, keeping my body as far away from the sofa as I could; I must have looked totally ridiculous. By the time I did the final VIP room, this was less of an issue, and I wondered if any of the girls were offering cheeky blowjobs at the end of the night to boost their earnings for the shift. One of the little rooms was full of grime and soap scum while the carpet returned black water when I ran the carpet cleaner up and down the length of the hallway. I knew my bedroom was directly above one of the VIP rooms and looked up at the light, wondering what fun I could have with a small hole drilled in the ceiling. Zoe thanked me as I helped her move the tables, and we tossed a coin for who was going to do the toilets. I lost, I didn't mind and wiped the female toilets down first – they were still pristine from earlier in the week, but the men's toilets needed mopping, cleaning, wiping and freshening up. Zoe bit her lip as I returned back to the hall. "I'll do them tomorrow," she promised, and I quickly checked the tables and bar were acceptable. "We can do them together," I replied, quite enjoying the thought of actually talking to Zoe and not going off and doing our own thing. Mum arrived as we were finishing to inspect the work. I was just going into the changing rooms, and she thanked us after I finished, returning with two thongs that had been discarded. Mum rolled her eyes. "Alice and Juggs," she said looking at them, and I flicked them into the bin before going to wash my hands and joining Mum in her car. Rhea crossed her arms in the vehicle. "So why are you here? I mean, you could be fucking Sarah or doing whatever you do." Rhea was immediately chastised as Mum's car pulled out of the Aylesbury side street and purred towards London. I was trying hard not to think about the last 24 hours, and I glanced over at my sister. "Because I will miss you," I eventually said. Rhea sneered. "Boll-looks," she cried with a derisive sneer and got told off again from Mum. "OK, I just wanna make sure you really do get on the plane to France." Simon turned to Rhea in the back seat. "He hasn't put a bomb in your luggage, has he?" Rhea hummed and stared at me. "I don't think so, probably put something else in though. Maybe some weed, or something." "So when they ask did you pack this yourself, you can say what?" "Rhea," warned Mum. "I better not get a call from Customs to say you have been detained." "Honestly Mum," Rhea replied with a smile. "Do you really think they would arrest me?" I chortled, and Mum shot me a look. "Be fair, of course they won't arrest her. I mean, they barely know her." Rhea grinned and then flicked my ear as she realised what I had said. I complained, and Rhea got told off for the third time in as many minutes. The journey to Heathrow continued in much the same vein. Rhea would take umbrage with something someone said, moan or complain, and be corrected by Mum. I suggested to Simon that he take the opportunity to ensure that his exchange partner was on the other side of the town and Rhea grinned. "Same street," she replied. "In fact, from what Froggy says, they are going out, so should see lots of each other." Rhea was excited, she had not been on a plane for three years when Dad took Julie, myself and my nightmare sibling to the Mediterranean, and as Mum pulled up alongside the massive terminal, Rhea called out "Becky" and pointed to a teenager standing by the entrance with a teenager. Rhea bounced out of the car, and Simon and I had to follow behind her carrying the bags. Mum gave her a hug and then looked at the teacher, eyeing Rhea suspiciously. I almost felt sorry for her, but then remembered what my French teacher was like and decided that belligerent foreign languages teachers deserved everything Rhea could throw at them. Mum gave the resisting Rhea a cuddle before my little sister wheeled her case into the airport in one hand, holding onto her boyfriend's hand with the other. "It's her first time away on her own," Mum muttered as she got into the car. "I hope she is all right." I gave a grin and bit my lip. "She'll be fine," I replied. "What's 'I need to be bailed out of jail' in French?" Mum laughed and raised her eyebrows. "Je dois être mise en liberté sous caution de prison s'il vous plaît," she said with a grin. "But then, you are the one with the French GCSE." I grunted and looked at her. "Yeah, but I wasn't taught how to bail my ass out of jail." Mum smiled and pulled away, glancing back over to the terminal. "But the real question is, how do you know?" Mum glanced across and pursed her lips. "I've told you before, I'm not telling you anything from when I was a teenager." ------- Chapter 6 "Do you hear that?" I asked Mum as I put my bowl in the sink. Mum looked up and shook her head. "No, what?" "Silence," I said with a giggle. "Why can't Rhea go on an exchange ever other week?" Mum laughed and turned back to a paper in her hand. "You OK?" Mum hummed and then smiled. "Oh yeah. It's the result of our Council inspection." "Oh," I said with a concerned voice, and she gave a titter. "It's fine. We passed. I was speaking to their inspector, and I think he wants us to get more involved with a few community projects." "Community projects?" I muttered, and Mum looked over at me. "Yeah, sexual health and the like. It's a sponsorship thing. Well a bribe really. They let me run this place and give me a license, and I give them a bag of money each year in licensing. But to keep the objectors quiet they want me to sponsor a project here or there. Oiling the wheels really." "That's not good," I murmured. "I mean, isn't that corruption. Can't you go to the Police?" "They are good 'round here. I know all sorts of councils that cause merry hell, you hear some of the stories when I speak to them at the conferences. Aylesbury Vale are quite good really, so if they want me to fund a sexual health project, that isn't too much of a problem. I can write it off my tax bill anyway." I gave a smile. "So it is going to be in the club?" I asked, and Mum gave a wry grin in return. "I doubt it," she muttered with a coy grin. "Might be, it's a volunteer thing. I'll see. We could certainly host it in the club if the charity running it wants it to be." "Pity. I never learnt anything useful from the sex-ed classes." Mum looked up at me. "Yeah, my dancers taught you everything you know." She watched me splutter in embarrassment and grin at my red checks before turning back to her paper. "I should be worried y'know." I sat down with my drink and picked up the newspaper, glancing at the headline, before looking up at her. "Why? It's just normal to have the odd relationship when you are a teenager. And I've found someone I like now, and you say we make a good couple." Mum smiled and looked back up at me with raised eyebrows. "I wouldn't put it like that," she said with a grin. "But you seem happy, and you are being mature and sensible about it. I just wish you had your Dad round here as well." I frowned at her, and she snorted. "Not like that! It's easier for me to bring up Rhea and Julie on my own, it's harder with you." I stared at her. "Rhea is easier to bring up than me? Yeah, thanks Mum," I said a little aggressively and she cocked her head. "This is Rhea who was suspended last month for beating up the rugby team captain. And Julie is slowly excommunicating herself from the family." "Extracting, maybe," Mum corrected me. "If you want to use long words at least use the right ones. And I didn't mean it like that. I think a male figure in your life would be good for you." She sighed and picked up her report. "But go on, get ready for school or you will be late." "College," I told her. "If you are going to use words ... I'll go." I was late as I pondered what Mum had said; did she genuinely believe Rhea was easier to raise than me? I tried to rationalise it, but it such a ridiculous statement: I worked, had friends, never seriously got into trouble and just did my own thing without causing any problems. Rhea was, well Rhea: a dramatic whirlwind that caused trouble wherever she went and Mum was always moaning that Rhea was turning her hair grey. I was still in my own dreamland when I sat down at Miss Edwards class behind Zoe and Sarah. Sarah smiled when saw me and I reached over to give her a kiss that drew a silent rebuke from my old lover at the front of the class, but I just gazed over the school and college from my vantage point next to the first floor window. Zoe, as expected, moaned at me when I asked in the study period that directly followed Maths if we had any homework and then admitted that I had been daydreaming. "I don't want to know what about," she said a little unkindly and I just looked at her and then Sarah. "Not that," I muttered. "Something Mum said which I think was a little unfair," I replied and then sat down to look at the work that had been set. Miss Edwards was certainly a lot lighter with her homework load than Mrs Buckingham whom she had replaced earlier in the term, and all three of us had completed the work by the time the bell went to signify our final lesson of the morning. By the time I had day-dreamt through General Studies, Sarah dragged me off to town to get lunch with the promise of a "dinner date." I didn't need to be Einstein to work out whom we were lunching with, and Abi was waiting for us at a small café near the park. "Pity the park café is closed for the winter," Sarah moaned as she sat down and rubbed her hands. "Shall we order first," Abi suggested and we each asked for sandwiches with various fillings before the gleeful, scheming Sarah grinned and giggled. "We've had an idea," she started. "We think this will be so much fun." "What?" "A film club." "A film club?" I asked at Sarah who giggled and looked at Abi. "Well yes, look I've looked at our diaries," Sarah said. "Thursday you finish at two, as does Zoe and Ingrid. I finish at lunchtime. So thinking go 'round to Abi's and watch a classic film." "A classic film?" I asked, rolling my eyes, but Abi just beamed as Sarah shifted. "OK. A classic adult film. There are so many good films we ain't ever seen, so I was thinking, we all stick a pound or two in, we could get the video hired, and some popcorn or something." "And you think Zoe will want to watch this? You must be off your trolley," I replied and Sarah rolled her eyes. "Yeah well, she overheard me talking to Ingrid and sort of invited herself. Thought it was a great idea and even suggested The Sound of Music as a classic film." I groaned, but Abi just smiled. "We were thinking of Showgirls for the first night," she said, and I just raised a smile. "Come on, with me and Abi," Sarah teased and I just grinned. "Oh and loads of other pretty girls." "I thought Showgirls was supposed to be a bit shit," I stated, and Sarah gave a tortured expression. "Well I want to see it." "It is pretty poor," Abi told her and then me. "But it is OK to amuse an afternoon away with. Was never going to win an Oscar." I sighed with Sarah looking at with pleading eyes. "I'll make it worth your while," she promised, her eyes looking at me seductively. "Oh OK then," I said, making it sound as though I had just been persuaded to do something I didn't want to do, when all I had agreed to was to spend the afternoon watching soft pornography which a bunch of horny and sexy women. Sarah beamed. "Excellent, and lover boy," she cooed, running her hands down my chest. "No changing your mind." That wasn't likely! ------- I always enjoyed Tuesdays, it was my busiest day with four lessons and then I got to clean the club. Going to work wouldn't be most people's idea of fun, but I normally arrived at around quarter past two and was just finishing as the first of the girls were arriving. While I was spoken for, I still found the seductiveness of the dancers somewhat alluring and quite enjoyed the snatched conversation I got before going to watch Sarah and her football training. I found some of the dancers a little brash or over-the-top with their lewd behaviour but had a pleasant conversation with Adriana and Belle. I recognised the brunette Adriana despite her being relatively new at the club, but I couldn't place her; I suspected she was a friend or acquaintance of Julie. I liked the way Adriana, and Belle behaved around me as they treated me as an equal: I was sixteen, and certainly ruled by hormones, but they greeted me and spoke about everyday things around me – their car, the weather, their shoes hurting or the television soap they recorded. I was never patronised or spoken down to, and they rarely teased me, I felt like an adult. I had to run to the football pitches as I was running almost half-an-hour late, and came to a skidding halt by the side of the wet pitches, surveying the girls running around to find the dirty blonde hair of Sarah. As I walked down the line of spectators, I wasn't totally aware of where I was going and almost tripped over someone with an outstretched leg. I looked down to see a familiar face and groaned. I suppose it had to happen eventually as Donna and I couldn't avoid each other for ever and she glared in my direction as if I had done it on purpose. "Oi," she snarled and then as her eyes focused. "Oh, it's you." "What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked instinctively, and Donna groaned and looked at me with fierce eyes. I suspected she was there to watch Sarah, but my girlfriend hadn't mentioned it and I did wonder why she had travelled all the way from Stoke Mandeville. "Because my sister is playing," she replied haughtily. "Not that it is any of your business." I looked over to the pitch and saw the frame of Lena struggle to bring the ball under control before lofting a pass towards no-one in particular. I snorted, and Donna's eyes narrowed. "Just asked," I muttered and sighed. She was being moody and rude to me again, and I stood next to her because it was closest to where Sarah was deftly controlling the ball and hitting passes back across the field. "Do you have to be so close to me?" Donna asked as she turned to look at me. "Can't you go somewhere else?" I glanced over at her, before looking away back to Sarah miscontrolling a wayward pass and watching it roll away from her. "Fuck off, I'm not in the mood for your moodiness," I told her angrily and heard a huff from the side of me. "So rude," she muttered, and I sighed loudly. "Yeah, I am fucking rude, get used to it," I snapped, and a few parents looked at Donna and I. A big breasted, large African lady turned to face us and looked at her daughter. "Donna, is he bothering you?" She asked in her ethnic drawl. I took a deep breath; I had done little wrong, and here was her mother asking if I was bothering Donna, when it was clear if she been listening that Donna was bothering me! I wanted nothing to do with the wretched girl. "Errr," I called to get her attention feeling Rhea's influence surge through my veins. "No I'm not. Your daughter is bothering me actually. Now can both of you please shut the fuck up, leave me alone and watch the football." The woman turned to look at me, her finger outstretched and in my face. "You not use that language to me, or Donna, you hear me?" I pushed her finger away and stared at her angrily. "Leave me alone," I said slowly and Donna glared. "And I don't know what it has to do with you." "He's so rude Mum, he is nasty and..." Donna trailed off as I snarled at them both, swore at them and relocated five metres up the field, feeling the heat of the stares from Donna and her mother. I was honest with Sarah as we walked back and told her what had happened; she wasn't impressed, but she knew how aggressive Donna could be and that she didn't like me, and I removed any annoyance of my behaviour with a kiss on the lips and the promise of pizza when we got home. "Still need to sort her out unless you don't want sex," she reminded me and I groaned. "You mean, you were serious?" "Of course." Sarah, not normally in agreement with anything Rhea had ever said, had decided to apply the "girlfriend tax" to the pepperoni on my pizza with the promise that I could get a "tax return" that night. Sarah was keen to try "doggy" with me, she had obtained a Kama Sutra book from somewhere and had circled the many positions she hadn't tried with me, which was most of them. It all seemed mostly variations of a theme, but Sarah looked at me coyly and grinned. "It'll be fun," she promised and who was I to argue, happily skipping the outstanding homework to drag Sarah up to my bedroom into a 69 position. The soft lips of Sarah danced over my cock as I kissed and caressed her moist folds before she knelt forwards on the bed and guided my dick into her lubricated pussy. She groaned appreciatively as I rocked back and forth, crying out loudly and passionately with every thrust. It was not a new position for me; Abi and I had done "doggy", but I told Sarah to put her head on the pillow as I thrusted into her and she gasped every time I rammed my manhood into her. She certainly felt a lot tighter than she usually did, and my cock was getting a lot of friction as it slid into my teenage girlfriend, but she was gasping and grunting with every thrust. She started cursing and whimpered. I felt myself nearing the point of no return and gripped her hips to ram her body back onto my cock. Her hair was a mess as we increased our pace and her whimpering became mewing and squealing. "Andy," she cried, panting and I gulped. "I'm gonna..." I started and squeezed my buttocks. I felt the stream of semen leave my cock and splatter against her insides. I mewed and grunted as wave after wave of cum was injected into her, and we slowed down. After I unloaded into her, she lay on the bed panting with the odd groan. "You like that position then?" I asked with a smile and Sarah groaned. "Yeah, we can do doggy again," she told me and got up to clean up. ------- Sarah and I had snatched fumblings in the morning, but after a couple of normal, uneventful days in which we went bowling and then had a kick around in the park, we had the grand opening of The Film Club. I had decided it would be unfair to let Zoe watch it, and we tried to sneak away, but unfortunately, our conservative friend had overheard us talking and followed Sarah and I out of the college gates. She groaned when she found out that we were watching Showgirls and suggested a couple of more "suitable" films, but she was outvoted by Sarah, Abi and myself. "It's not that bad," I told her. "It's very tame really." Zoe, despite her vocal mutterings of annoyance still stayed as she said she would be bored and made herself comfortable while Sarah was in front of me, resting her back on my chest and wrapping my arms around her. I think secretly she may have had some curiosity as to the nature of the film and looked forward to watching it but remembered her reaction in the Summer; Zoe was confused and watching a semi-pornographic film would not help matters. Abi teased us when the dancer stripped and ground herself into the lap of a male patron suggesting that Sarah does that to me, and Zoe was surprisingly quiet. I saw her look across a few times and watch as I kissed Sarah's neck or played with her nipples through her thin blouse and bra in the darkness. Sarah ground her hips against my pelvis and laid back as much as she could, before stroking my thighs and then touching my crotch. We didn't want to be open about our fumblings, and Abi had turned off the light, but I could see shapes and movement from the glare of the screen reflecting in the room and suspected that neither Zoe nor Abi would want to see Sarah, and I get too amorous. Showgirls wasn't particularly erotic or arousing, but it was an enjoyable film and as the film finished Abi stopped the video and turned on the light I saw Zoe's cheeks were certainly flushed. "Do you two want a room?" Abi teased as she watched my hands dart over Sarah's body. "You've been fondling each other since the film started. You can have mine if you really need to do something." We both stuttered and Zoe snorted. "You two are so immoral," she exclaimed. "Touching each other over a porno." Abi smiled. "That wasn't a porno." Sarah nodded. "Yeah, I am a bit disappointed with it, I thought you'd see more." "See more?" Zoe exclaimed and grunted. "You saw all of them. All the umm, the wobbly bits." We laughed at Zoe who just shook her head. "Yeah, it's the wobbly bits that are the most fun," I joked, moving Sarah's chest with my hands and Zoe crossed her arms. Abi stretched and yawned. "Working tonight?" "Yeah, they've ummm ... it's wet T-Shirt night and it's good fun!" "Shall we go then?" I asked Sarah and looked at my watch. "It's nearly four thirty. If we hurry..." Sarah giggled. "Yeah I know. Before your Mum gets home." Zoe tutted. "She is so going to get pregnant," Zoe moaned to Abi, who looked at Sarah. "You OK for protection?" Sarah scowled at both of them and pulled my arms tighter around her. "We are fine. Or I am fine. OK?" "If she gets pregnant, I expect you to stand by her," Zoe told me in a firm voice. "I am not going to get pregnant," Sarah snapped. "People are always saying that. "We don't have that much sex, do we?" "Not nearly enough," Abi teased as we left her house. Zoe scowled at us slightly as we kissed and then held hands, but we conversed with our friend about all manner of things. I could tell Zoe was uneasy at the obvious fondling Sarah was doing, but I had no objection to her wandering hands! Sarah had an unquenchable lust, and while sometimes it irritated me, I was also getting more sex than anyone else I knew and had no reason to want to give that up. Zoe waved goodbye to us as we got to the top of my road and Sarah almost dragged me along it until we got to the lounge. "Where are you going?" Rhea moaned as Sarah pulled me past my sister en route to the bedroom. Sarah pushed me towards the stairs and looked at my sister. "Ya know where we are going?" Rhea groaned and made a snide comment only for Sarah to rub her hands. "OK, Rhea. If it is unacceptable for Grace's kids to have a sex life, we won't. But then we shall also come clean to her 'bout Lancaster." Rhea swore, but Sarah giggled and dragged me into my bedroom. "Happy?" "Very," Sarah cried and frantically undid her buttons to her blouse. "We only got half 'n hour," she moaned and gulped. "God that film was hot and crap." "Really?" I asked. "I didn't think it was too hot." "What is this?" Sarah moaned. "A film review? Come on." Her tumbling brown locks surrounded her face and she pushed them back, her genuine smile creeping through. She tugged at my clothes with her long fingers and cocked her hair to one side. "I can do it," I warmly chastised her and looked at her underwear-clad body. "You're hardly naked too." "Yeah, but..." Sarah moaned and I grabbed her by the top of her arm, throwing her face-first onto the bed, and unclipping her red bra one-handed as she lay on the duvet. Sarah giggled as she threw her underwear onto the pile of clothes that were neatly folded on my chair. I kicked my trousers and boxer shorts across the room, so they hit my wardrobe door and congregated three feet away from my shirt and socks. Sarah giggled and pulled me onto the bed, wrapping her tongue around mine and kissing me on the bed. I drew the curtains with my hand and then wrapped it back around her. It felt incredible, Sarah's lips were soft and luscious, and I ground my hips up against the girl who was caressing my back, and she moved her head to one side. I nibbled at her earlobe and fidgeted, turning her in the bed so that my chest was against her back. She ground her body against mine, and I reached around her flanks to cup her right breast while she moved her head up to allow me to slide my hand underneath her neck to fondle her other orb. This position gave me access to her neck which I gleefully kissed and gently sucked, causing her to purr in satisfaction. She reached around and touched my erect member, and I sighed as she ran her fingernails along the shaft. Little sparks of enjoyment danced along my loins, and I gently nibbled at her earlobe. She began to rock her hips, pushing against my erection and she wiggled herself, gasping and sighing as I pushed her body into mine and my cock nestled in the crack of her rear. I could feel her breathing becoming more ragged as my fingers danced over her nipples and she put her hand on my thigh. I moved my hand from her breast and began pawing at her chest, her mons and then slid a finger into her crevice. Her sigh went to an expectant moan, and the smell of sex already hung in the air. Sarah parted her legs to allow me to better access to her genitals and I located her clitoral hood, pressing gently against it. She gave nasal hums and started to pant, her body becoming flushed, and her runway damp with her excitement. I felt her body start to buck as I pressed down on it, making circles against her button which she clearly enjoyed. She reached around for my cock and began pumping, turning so that she was lain on the bed, rather than me spooning her and my cock pointed at the ceiling. She smiled and began pumping it, her hand enveloping the shaft and her thumb rubbing the sensitive glans at the top. It felt heavenly – Sarah did know how to look after horny young men – and I increased my rubbing of her little pearl. Our arms rubbed against one another, and she looked at me with a lustful glance. Her face was a mixture of concentration and excitement as I felt myself nearing the point of no return. Sarah was pumping hard with strong, powerful strokes while her thumb was rubbing circles in my pre-cum over the glans. I wanted to fuck my girlfriend, and so I stopped her and pulled her left leg up. She moaned at me that it "hurt" but she was lain on the bed and I slid over the top of her. My cock nestled against her ass crack and towards her pussy and she had to help in. I had wanted "doggy" but instead my cock found its way into her as she lay face-first on the bed. It felt tight and warm, her maidenhood gently sucking my cock as it slid between her thighs and into my girlfriend. She gasped and groaned. "You OK?" I asked instinctively, and she bit her lip. "Yeah," she panted. "It's ... well it's different." It did feel different for me; it was different sensations and I was conscious of squashing her, but she wasn't looking uncomfortable. Instead, she kept her legs together as my knees were either side of my lover and pounded into her pussy. She gasped and groaned, cried and moaned, but I was nearing my point of no return extraordinarily quickly; Sarah had played with me to get me excited beforehand, but the position was so tight and so luscious that there was no way I could have resisted coming quickly. I unloaded into her, and relished the aftershocks as our bodies came down from the sexual highs. "I want you to promise me something," my naked lover asked as she cleaned herself up. "It's not much." "Sure," I muttered and smiled at her, gently cupping her breasts in my hand and licking my lips. "I want you to not have a wank until Christmas." "You what?" I asked, blushing. "Christmas?" Sarah sighed and looked pleadingly at me. "It's ... I like the sex and I like the intimacy. I don't want you playing with yourself and using up all the sexual goodness." I spluttered in laughter, and Sarah smiled. "I mean it. I think it will be cool if the only times we come is with each other." She smiled sweetly at me, and I grunted in acknowledgement. "Is that a yes?" "Do I have to?" "Yes," Sarah told me with a grin. "And I promise not to use Eric." I chortled at her as she blew a kiss at me. Sarah was collected from our flat by her mother a few minutes later, just as Sarah was still getting dressed, and we were nearly caught. In practice, I am sure Angela knew what we were doing, and I kissed Sarah passionately before she got into the car in Exchange Close, saying hello to Ikenna as I trooped back up the fire escape. The more I thought about, the more I was certain that she knew but said nothing. But then, I also knew she was a swinger and had not divulged this to Sarah! ------- I kept my end of the bargain and even though I was horny on Thursday evening and Friday morning did not relent; it was not usual for me to be so desperate to masturbate, but now that I was thinking about it, it was hard to put it from my mind. I didn't have a class in the first period and was idly touching my cock as I lay in bed half-asleep but stopped myself before I did anything; this meant I was extremely aroused, horny and desperately wanted my girlfriend in the room. All I could think about was Sarah and her infectious smile and almost jumped on her the moment I saw her approach the Common Room. Ingrid was a little annoyed that I had abandoned the conversation I was having with her so abruptly, but Rosie took my place, and I took Sarah outside and into a little foyer that was empty. I put my arms around her, and she grinned as I tried to kiss her. "Horny?" "Very," I admitted and she shook her unkempt hair back. "I'm thinking of you this morning." "Great," Sarah replied and traced her finger down my face before blowing me a kiss. "Sarah," I called out as she turned to leave. "Can't we ... you know?" "No," she said seductively. "And if this is what you are like after a mere twelve or so hours..." "I've been thinking about it," I snapped. "You've made me think about it by telling me not to do it." "And... ? Maybe later." "But we got ten minutes," I pleaded, and Sarah's grin turned to a scowl. She walked back to me and tapped me on the nose. "No trying to coerce me," I was told. "Kev did that, and I don't like it." "Sorry," I mumbled, crossing my legs slightly. My young lady cackled and disappeared into the main common room. She did her best to tease me during the ten minutes we had before class, sliding her hand up and down my thigh and then openly felt up my crotch. Zoe scowled when she saw. "Can't you..." She started and shook her head. "I don't know why I ask." "Actually," I told her with a smile. "Sarah was in my bedroom last night, and naked, and she kept her legs together," I told her, and Zoe just rolled her eyes. "Why do you tell me this?" Zoe asked, as the bell went. "Do you think I need a running commentary of your life?" I didn't get a chance to answer, as I had to go to Physics – without the teasing Sarah. I saw her again in my next lesson, and just as Maths was going to start, she sat down next to me, pressed her seat into mine and put something in my hand. "I don't need it," she whispered, and I unfurled her underwear underneath the desk. She winked at me, and I had trouble concentrating on Miss Edwards as Sarah's hands moved everywhere out of sight of my ex-lover. Zoe never once moaned at us, we were being discreet although Sarah knew exactly what she was doing. I wondered if I truly knew what I had taken on with her, and suspected I could disappear off to the toilet and knock out a crafty one without her knowing. Sarah doodled over a scrap piece of paper and drew naked men and women copulating while making subtly making rude gestures and by lunchtime was eating an ice lolly with large long licks that was clearly designed to arouse – the raspberry pink lolly going in and out of her lips seductively. "What?" Sarah asked as I groaned. "So this is the idea?" I asked. "You get me to refrain from self-pleasure and then withhold sex and then tease." Sarah whispered in my ear. "I haven't withheld sex," I replied. "You just haven't asked properly." "Well how do I ask?" Sarah giggled. "You know how to ask," she replied with a giggle and looked at me. "OK. Sarah, can we have a quickie?" Sarah hummed and shook her head. "No." I threw up my hands in despair, and she grinned. "Ask properly. Make it so that I cannot say 'no.'" "OK Sarah please can I go down on you and finish with doggy?" I asked and heard a grunt from behind me. Zoe and Ingrid stood behind me, and they had their arms folded as Sarah burst into laughter. "What do you think girls?" "Not in school," Zoe snapped. "And no, can't you..." "If he promises you a good time," Ingrid interrupted, and Sarah blew me a kiss. "OK, come on then," she told me and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the door to the common room and looking behind her shoulder at me. "Well if you want to shoot your little..." She trailed off into giggles as Zoe and Ingrid watched us, but I didn't care. Sarah had teased me and had put me on edge all morning, and I needed to get intimate with her. I did not understand how she did it; it was only fourteen or so hours, but her playfulness had increased the desire in my trousers to unbearable levels. I almost marched her back to our empty flat, and Sarah went past my bedroom door, causing me to groan. "I need a wee," she told me. "Unless you want me to pee all over you." "Go on then, but be quick," I demanded of her and watched as she wiggled her hips towards the bathroom. Sarah returned a few moments later, naked, and put her clothes on my chair. I didn't wait for to get settled and kissed her, my hands caressing all over her body as I kissed her neck. "Andy," she called out but I was kissing her bust, sliding down her body and pushing her up against my cold wall. "Andy, aren't you forgetting something?" My gazed met hers over her bare mound, and she giggled. "What?" "You are still dressed," she moaned but I just ignored her, and my lips touched the top of her crevice. I pushed her legs apart, but she resisted. "When you are naked!" I groaned but threw off my T-Shirt and clothes as quickly as I could and returned to her neat mound. She was giggling and laughing at my predicament, and I was clearly desperate, but I just wanted to taste her sweet juices and pound my cock into her. I wanted Sarah. Sarah allowed me to part her legs and pushed her hips forward as my tongue made contact with her little pearl. It was not overly moist or wet, and I wrapped my arms around her waist as I knelt up to orally pleasure my lover. It was not the most comfortable position, but I didn't care and slid my tongue around her crack until she started groaning and then returned to her pearl. I felt our juices rolling down my face and the musky scent hanging in the air, lingering on the nose like a fine wine. She held the back of my head as my tongue swirled around her button and she gasped and groaned, pushing her back against the wall and her hips towards my tongue. She gulped, cried out and I felt her legs shake around my ears. I gently rolled my tongue around her clit as she climaxed, crying out as did and then closed her eyes. She pushed my forehead and I sat back down, looking up at her like an obedient puppy. "You want me now?" I smiled at her mischievous look and nodded. She giggled and then turned around. "Then kiss my butt!" "What?" I asked and remembered Abi's love of all things anal, but Sarah just cackled. "You want to do me, then kiss me." She pushed her rear out towards my face, and I gently parted her cheeks. It felt weird, but was in practice no different to what I had experimented with Abi and very briefly with Sarah. I squirmed and put my face into the rear of my lover, and my tongue made contact with her anus, causing her to squeal. "Not there," she whimpered but my hand came around to touch her on her clitoris and I kissed her butthole, flicking it gently. "Oooohhh," she cried. "That's quite nice." I didn't get to do much more, despite knowing that if Sarah was Abi she wouldn't have let me stop. For Sarah, it wasn't as she remembered and pushed me away after twenty seconds or so. She pulled me by the hand and led me to my bed and then pulled me on top of her. My erect cock slid into my horny girlfriend with ease, and I gave a satisfied grunt as I pushed deep into her. Sarah's eyes widened as I jack-hammered into her, slamming my body into hers as hard and as forceful as I could manage; I needed a release and our bodies made a satisfying slapping motion. This was as rough as I had ever been with Abi and Sarah was squealing and crying; she clearly enjoyed the passionate, lustful abandon I was showing, but it was her fault. In no time, I found myself at the point of no return and ejaculated deep inside Sarah who beamed at me. We kissed passionately, and she reached for some tissues. "Can you manage a weekend without me?" She asked with a smirk and ran her hands over me. "Or will I need to come around?" "I can manage if you don't tease," I replied. "But I think for fairness I should confiscate Eric." Sarah's eyes widened, and she shook her head. "No. Not a chance." We laughed, and I hugged her. "He is my most important possession ... but I have taken the batteries out ... as promised!" Sarah rang Zoe from my mobile as we got dressed and giggled down the phone. "Yeah, we've finished ... Yeah I know it wasn't long, we were both in the mood ... well don't ask such silly questions then if you don't want to know ... bowling?" Sarah looked at me and grunted. "Yeah we'll be there ... of course I don't need to ask, he's just got his end away, he needs to do what I tell him." Sarah cackled and looked at me again. "Bowling in fifteen minutes," she told me and watched as I put the T-Shirt over my head. "OK, but Zoe and I have the team meeting afterwards," I warned her and after beating everyone at bowling, my blonde colleague and I wandered back to the club. "Be careful," Zoe warned me as we went to enter the club. "I don't think either of you want little Andys or Sarahs," she told me, and I sighed. "Sarah is on the pill," I replied instantly, and Zoe's eyebrows shot up. "Yeah, and she only needs to miss one." She gave a sigh and looked at me. "I know what you two are like, and you know I don't approve, but you two are my best friends so I can accept it. But I don't want you two to get pregnant!" I smiled. For the first time, Zoe was talking about Sarah and I having sex, and there wasn't a lecture attached. "Sure," I told her. "We are careful." "Of course, you could practice abstinence," Zoe started, and I groaned; I knew it was too good to last. ------- Rhea took the drink of lemonade from me and kicked her legs underneath the table. Mum had dropped Rhea off at home after collecting her from the airport before going on to see Ikenna: his wife had had an accident and Mum was concerned. Bored by the flat, she came down to pilfer a drink while I finished off cleaning the club, and she peered onto the stage. "So how was France?" "Bloody awful," Rhea replied as she climbed up onto the raised platform. "All my exchange student did was speak French, and want to hold hands with 'Phil-leep.' She is infatuated with him, like a dog on heat. Much like you with, well, any of them, really." "Yes ... Thank you Rhea," I muttered. "So her speaking French isn't unexpected, you were in France." "Yes I know that. But her English is awful. She needs to work on it, so what better than to speak to me. In English. But all she did was to give me a hundred different ways of saying she loves Philip. In French. I mean, do I look like someone who can speak French?" I chose not to answer her rather pointless question and just nodded and smiled at her expectant face. "So you and Simon?" "No fucking privacy. Really did my head in. We got a few minutes here and there, but nothing to really do anything. Apart from once." I saw a twinkle in her eye, and she grinned. "But very hard to have sex in the snow," she muttered. "It gets everywhere. Bloody cold." I gave a titter and Rhea's eyes narrowed slightly. "Well I think you are too young anyway." "Ah ha, actually no. The age of consent in France is fifteen. So we didn't break any laws whatsoever," Rhea said triumphantly. "I was perfectly well behaved." Rhea looked at herself and shook her head. "Actually, I don't know how that could have happened," she told me with mock seriousness, and I couldn't help but laugh at my sister as she jumped down onto the carpet and came and sat by the bar which I was cleaning. "So sex in the snow, not recommended then?" Rhea laughed. "Hell no. I got a numb arse, and it was so cold he could barely get it up. Why is the male dick so weak?" I muttered a rebuttal, but Rhea just stretched and looked straight at me. "It's the first part of the body to shrink when you're cold, when you're frightened, when you're anywhere but in a warm, safe room. That's fucking cowardice, bro." I sighed, and Rhea grinned. "And to think you call it a manhood, do you really want that to define masculinity?" I sighed at her and threw her a cloth. "Wipe the bar, you've spilt lemonade," I told her and watched as she mopped up the remnants from her glass. "So what exactly did you do?" "Very little, both her parents are rampant Christians, so her thought of me being alone with a..." Rhea gave a theatrical gasp as if to underline her point before continuing, "a boyfriend was quite alien. I tried to explain about blow jobs, but I think it got lost in translation." I looked over at her with raised eyebrows and she just shrugged. "And did you know that French chemistry labs have no exciting chemicals, not even in the easy-picked locked cabinets? I mean, I was looking for even a touch of magnesium for the Bunsen, but there was fuck all. I had to make do with burning her pencil which was just a bit dull really. And the English lessons, what bollocks! I had to explain to the English teacher that 'Hello, how are you today? It is a fine morning isn't it, ' is not how English people talk." "What did you say?" "Well I think the very popular, 'Hi, the weather's shit, ' is an improvement." "Or just 'Hi'?" "Don't be silly. I also had to explain in history that for some reason when the British conquered the French we had let them keep their language, but they didn't understand." "They didn't?" I asked caustically. "You do surprise me." "Yeah ... Les Britanniques ont toujours merveilleux conquis a la Francais avec une parfaite aisance. Les Francais sont des lâches et autant l'utiliser comme un..." "Rhea!" I barked, and she just giggled. "French history teachers have no sense of humour. Much like the English ones." Rhea downed the last of lemonade and put it on the counter, "same again," she barked and then hummed. "Actually I'll have a beer." "No you won't," I told her and poured her another lemonade without thinking which she begrudgingly accepted after complaining that she had not drunk anything all week. "Oh I had some fun in Art. Maths was dull, but get this, they finish school at two thirty. That was pretty awesome." I sighed and put the last of the cloths away and nodded towards the door. "I've finished now," I told her with a smile. "We can go back to the flat." "Oh, I've got something to do," she muttered, and before I could ask what she was planning to do, she had jumped down from her chair and left the club. It was unfortunate that neither Sarah or Zoe was around and so I had to contend myself with watching television; I wanted to go and see my girlfriend or at least speak to her on the phone, but her family were visiting her grandfather in Great Missenden and all I had to amuse myself with was some text messages. Rhea arrived a little later as I was getting bored of the games console and she shook her head when I asked her if she wanted a game. "No, where are all your girls?" "Out," I replied, barely caring about her jibe. "Ahh, and they left you. It's the age you see." I scowled at her, taking my eyes off the screen so that my car crashed into the wall and tutted. "I am sixteen. I am not too old." Rhea smirked. "Oh, and if Mum asks I was here all evening." "Mum has been in and gone out," I lied and Rhea's face dropped. "Oh shit. She said she was out all evening at Ikenna's, and I was to get a ready meal out of the freezer." Her eyes showed an annoyed and frustrated look, and she looked into the dining room and then back again. "I mean, don't you hate it when parents are unreliable. What's the point in her saying she will be out all evening if she isn't? It's really gonna fuck with my alibi if the parent gets useless." I smiled at her and then pursed my lips together. "So, what have you been up to?" "Oh nothing," Rhea replied airily, blatantly lying and then glanced at me. "Honestly nothing too bad. I just don't want to be guilty by association." "Or guilty by action?" I enquired with raised eyebrows. Rhea's demeanour didn't change, and she just huffed. "It's OK. Mum hasn't been home, but I am not going to lie to her to save your sorry ass." Rhea's scowl deepened, and she strode off to warm up a Chicken Curry before returning to the lounge. This normally would not have been allowed; Mum never let us eat dinners away from the dining table but with parental discipline not able to be enforced Rhea sat down with me on the sofa. "So what have you been up to? Is this Simon?" Rhea shook her head and shovelled in a forkful of rice and then looked at me. "It's not Simon. Simon and I are fine. Better than fine actually, it is good." I hummed, and she just smiled at me with a toothy grin. "He likes me, and I like him. It's all good." "He's a nice lad. I still don't put you two together." "Ahh well, that's because you just see the likes of Sarah as a good girlfriend, so you have no idea about relationships." I sighed. "Will you leave her alone." "No," Rhea replied dramatically, spitting a few pieces of Pilau Rice onto the carpet. "Absolutely not, she is a rampant prick-tease, and I really don't like her." "I accept your boyfriend, I don't cause you any problems," I replied, a little aggrieved at Rhea's hostility towards my girlfriend. "I don't give you any grief." "You daren't," Rhea said with a smirk and then shrugged. "And I haven't caused you any problems. I don't like her, but I am letting you work out for yourself that she is a nasty little bitch." "Rhea!" Rhea scowled at me and returned to her curry. "If you are going to be rude, then..." "Then you'll what?" "I'll tell Mum you've been out all evening." Rhea snorted and then stared at me, waving her madras-covered fork in my direction. "You wouldn't dare," Rhea replied with a derisive look and smiling, licked her lips. It would be wrong to say that I rarely spoke to Rhea as we spent most of the time bickering or squabbling, but I didn't often speak to Rhea as an adult; that evening was one of the first occasions when I did. We chatted for over two hours – Rhea told me about her and Simon, how he made her happy and what he meant to her. I told her the same about Sarah although I could tell she didn't want to believe me, and we chatted about Julie and Dad. In all, it was an enjoyable conversation until I went upstairs at half-past ten to read my book. ------- I was never surprised to see Simon at our door, but he looked slightly preoccupied as he muttered towards me, striding up the stairs to "see Rhea" the following morning. "Rhea," he called as he reached the lounge and looked at my sister, half-naked on the sofa and watching television. "Did you go to see Nathan last night?" Rhea turned and peered into the dining room, Mum had gone to see Ikenna and his wife in Hospital, before looking at me coming up the stairs. "Haven't you got somewhere to be?" I shook my head. "No." Rhea scowled. "I think you do." "I don't," I replied. "So you went to see Nathan last night?" Rhea spluttered and then looked at Simon, shaking her head. "Why would I want to go and see that little cunt?" Simon puffed dramatically. "Answer the question, Rhea." "OK. I did not see Nathan at all yesterday." Simon rubbed his nose and looked at my sister. "Something tells me that I shouldn't believe you." Rhea gasped and got up to face her boyfriend. "Can you please leave me alone, I want to commit murder," she asked me, and Simon pushed her back down onto the couch. "And then I'll bury his fucking body on the railway line and ... OK I will tell you again. I did not see Nathan last night, OK?" I sighed and went to leave; Rhea could have her argument with Simon on her own. "You tried to commit attempted murder last night, didn't you?" I stopped getting up from the sofa and looked at my sister. "Rhea?" Rhea flounced and threw her arms down to her sides. "Can't you be more discreet? And no I did not try to commit attempted murder." There was a pause as Rhea looked at him. "I may have tried to commit murder, or committed attempted murder but not tried to commit attempted murder. That just doesn't make sense." "Rhea, what the fuck did you do?" I asked her aggressively. I was worried and slightly annoyed, Rhea had been up to something, and this was rarely a good thing. I thought I might have been covering for her to have been out to the pub or the cinema to watch an eighteen-rated film, not to attempt to kill someone! There was silence until Simon spoke. "Nathan and his family had their bonfire night last night, only when they lit it there was quite a shock. Rhea had poured on explosives or something." Rhea grunted. "No, I didn't. Where the hell do you think I would get explosives from?" She scowled at him and looked at me. "It's bloody slander that is ... explosives, honestly! Did you hear that?" "Well what did you do?" "Explosives! Pah. Chance'll be a fine thing." "Rhea, what did you do?" Rhea puffed. "If you must know it was 30 litres of petrol." "Where the fuck did you get thirty litres of petrol from?" "Their car of course." I groaned, and Rhea rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me, you don't know how to syphon petrol off a motor?" I grunted. "No Rhea, why? Is this still your petty grudge from the last term?" Rhea turned to Simon and raised her eyebrows, "you know why I did it." Simon shook his head, and Rhea's eyes widened. "It was nothing," Simon told her meekly. "Oh, really?" "Rhea? What is going on?" I asked. Rhea shook her head, and I took a deep breath. "Mum will be home in fifteen minutes, she was only dropping off flowers and a Get Well Soon card." Rhea rubbed her hands together. "Right, well that guy there was beaten up by Nathan in France and stripped naked in the snow. Now he thought I wouldn't know, but I happened to talk to Philip to deliver a love letter from the fuckwit I was staying with, who wanted it delivered anonymously. And he speaks good English, so he told me." I let out a deep breath and rubbed my eyes. "So you did what?" "I umm, I visited his house, there was no-one in and their garage unlocked, so I syphoned the petrol into a massive bucket they had and tipped it over their bonfire, and I sort of hid all the fireworks inside." "Oh my God," I cried and stared at my unrepentant sister. "You could have killed someone." Rhea screwed up her face. "I don't think I am that lucky," she said with a solemn tone, and I couldn't quite tell if she was being serious or not. "Right, shall we tell Mum when she gets home?" "Andy," Rhea said, her smug expression disappearing. "Please don't tell Mum. You know she hates it when she thinks I've been up to something." "You have been up to something!" "It's the same thing," Rhea muttered. I looked at Simon. "What happened?" Simon glanced at Rhea who was glaring at him and then at me. "Well apparently the bonfire went up, and everyone pegged it inside, and before the fire brigade could get there, the entire bonfire exploded." "Ahh that's the fireworks," Rhea added, quite unnecessarily. "Right, and well a piece of wood got blown from the bonfire and cracked their patio windows. Nathan was telling everyone on his street, and Laurence rang me to tell me. I knew it had to be Rhea, and I think he does too." Rhea looked at me. "See, no-one hurt. Please don't tell Mum, Andy." I sighed, I was no grass and didn't want to upset my little sister, but what she did was foolish and dangerous. "When is your petty dispute going to end, Rhea? Is Nathan now going to try and set fire to you or Simon and are you going to retaliate by stabbing him? It has to stop." "It will," Rhea replied, her eyes pleading with me. "It will, I don't care if he has a problem with me and taking it out on me, but not on Simon. And you know he has been spreading rumours about Becky because she is my friend. So please, don't tell Mum, she'll only get stressed at me." "OK I won't," I promised but regretted it almost immediately. "If there was no-one injured, but I won't lie to anyone to cover your ass. You could be going to jail for what you did." Rhea turned to Simon with a snarl. "And you. What did I tell you about lying to me?" "I didn't," Simon replied instantly, shocked and Rhea got up pushing him against the wall. "I asked you were you OK when we got to the airport, and you didn't mention Nathan and his punching." Simon pulled a contorted face and spluttered as Rhea pushed his shoulder. "In future, if he does anything, you tell me." "And watch you do this?" Simon said, and Rhea waved her finger in his face. "This is why I didn't tell you. I don't want you to get into trouble Rhea." "No. I wouldn't have done 'this' if you had been honest," Rhea told him and then looked at me. "I might be a bit of a witch, but I am not unreasonable, am I?" Simon and I looked at each other, and I was quite glad to let him answer that one. Instead I took a look at them and disappeared downstairs to clean the club; I needed to do my work and I needed to talk to Zoe. Zoe and I arranged to do the club after Zoe had been to church, but it was an hour until she was due and I just started work on it. She moaned when she arrived as I had "started without her," but I sat her down and apologised before explaining about Rhea. Zoe was shocked more than surprised, clamping her hand to her mouth as I explained what Simon had told us earlier and she shook her head. "You need to tell Grace. And you need to do something," Zoe told me. "She will kill someone doing irresponsible things like that." "You don't think I don't know," I snapped and immediately apologised for barking at her. "I know, but it's Rhea. She'll just..." "Just what? Well you've had my opinion, it's up to you. But I shall tell Simon he needs to be careful." "Well I tried to tell him that at the dinner party and I got shouted down." "No, what happens when Rhea and him have an argument. Is she going to come 'round with a flame-thrower looking for revenge?" I shook my head, and Zoe glared at me. "You need to be responsible now. You need to make sure Rhea knows that she can't do things like that and get away with it." In many ways, I already knew this. I had to stop Rhea being Rhea which was no easy task. I made a mental note to talk to her, but was interrupted by Mum coming up to me, and not noticing Zoe behind the counter spoke to me as I cleaned the tables. "Andy," she asked solemnly. "Is there anything you wish to tell me about your date with Vanessa a few months ago?" I gulped and shook my head. "Do you think there is?" I asked with my heart pounding and she stared into my face, looking for any sign of weakness. "Answer the question," Mum said in a determined, low voice and scratched the side of her head. "But..." "Answer the question, you know what I want to know." I gulped. "No," I said, my hands shaking and she glared at me. "No, there isn't anything I want to tell you." She sniffed. "Vanessa was caught doing drugs last night in the changing room, so she's gone. Did she do them with you?" I pursed my lips and shrugged. "Well ... no," I lied and Mum glared at me. "I want the truth," she barked, and I shook my head. "No," I cried out and she sighed, rubbing her hands together. "Honestly?" "Yeah," I sighed breathlessly. "Honestly." Mum took a suspicious look at me and walked away, telling me that if she found out I had done drugs my life wouldn't be worth living. I could see Zoe's scowl from the other side of the club without looking. "Andy," my worrysome friend called and looked into my face. "You did, didn't you?" I groaned. "Oh Zoe, just drop it." She shook her head. "Oh my God. Andy, what is going on?" "You heard me," I cried. "No. I didn't," I lied again, and she wiped her eyes. "You need to talk to someone. You're going to turn into a sex-obsessed drug addict." "I am not," I spat. "And do you really think I am that stupid?" I asked, and she sniffed. "No. Impulsive maybe, but not stupid." She wiped her face and looked at me. "You need help Andy. Please." "I don't," I snapped and she sighed. We spent most of the rest of the time with Zoe begging me to seek some sort of counselling or help for problems and then telling me to tell Grace what Rhea had done. I was very glad to get away from her nagging the moment I got to lock up, and waved goodbye to my friend. I just wish Zoe realised that she was a friend, not a mother or a therapist. ------- Mum made up for abandoning us the previous night when she had to babysit for Ikenna as he visited his wife in hospital and took us out to the pizza restaurant in the evening, although no further mention of my drug taking was forthcoming. I always loved pizza, and Rhea particularly enjoyed getting away from her problems of Simon and Nathan; I could tell by her bounce and smile. She even tried to get Mum to allow her to have a glass of wine which she almost succeeded at. Sarah teased me at college the following day, rubbing her hands up and down my back and then kissing me with her soft and sensual lips. We debated finding an abandoned classroom, but there was none immediately available and Zoe appeared from nowhere rolling her eyes as we fondled each other. "Can't you two have a day off?" Zoe asked, and Sarah shook her head. "No, 'cause he does this thing with his..." "Stop it!" Zoe cried, and she spotted Ingrid and Rosie hovering by the Common Room. "If you two are going to be ... well I'm going to see them." "Good," Sarah muttered the moment Zoe left and looked at me with a cheesy smile. "Well come on then, there must be somewhere." "Yeah, my bedroom, after school." "Don't be ridiculous," Sarah muttered and dragged me by the hand. There would be a few unused classrooms, but I had no desire to get caught having sex. All it would take would be a teacher arriving early for their next class from the staff room to catch us. In short, it was too risky, but Sarah thrived on the thrill. I had an awful feeling about this, but she eventually suggested the "Careers Library" and started running along the corridor towards the little room. The Careers Library was probably the most underused room in the entire school and college combined; the Careers Advisor only came in once a week and the small room, stuffed with an obsolete computer and out of date University prospectuses was rarely visited. Sarah pushed opened the door and smiled, shutting the blinds. "Come in," she hissed and looked around the twelve foot by fifteen foot room, putting her bag down on one of the three comfy chairs. I followed her and glared at her. "So what exactly are we going to do?" "You can go down on me," Sarah told me and raised her eyebrows. "Ahh come on. You've not done it for ... how long?" I went to protest, and she licked her lips. "And I will return the favour." I stretched my neck and rolled my head as I pretended to think and Sarah sniffed. "And I am feeling very horny at the moment, and most unsatisfied," she teased. "And Abi gave me a Complete Satisfaction Guarantee when I selected this particular model." "Ahhh well ... that's ... umm ... that's what you get for trusting Scottish saleswomen." Sarah hummed and then rubbed her nose before holding her hand out, palm side up. "Maybe. But then, I thought that my boyfriend would not want me going around College with the 'orn?" "But maybe the boyfriend is concerned that she has little self-control," I teased and put my hands on her shoulders and pushing her into the blue chair. "Maybe she should learn to say 'no.'" "Maybe," Sarah told me as I knelt down in front of her. "Maybe, she just can't say 'no' when faced with such a great tongue." "In that case," I said with a grin. "I better kiss your lips." I undid the belt on her trousers and eased them down with her knickers tucked underneath my thumbs. I smiled at her shaven crotch, nestled neatly between her toned thighs and her blouse hanging down, which I moved gently out of the way. Her legs parted the moment I went near her slit and she closed her eyes, pushing her waist forward for me. I gave an involuntary smile; there was something very ego-boosting to have a girlfriend that I could give satisfaction to – and so much so that she could not wait until we got somewhere private. I loved the fact that Sarah was so insatiable, but knew it was partly due to the novelty-factor of a new relationship although part of me did wonder whether there was also a large degree of Sarah just being Sarah. Either way, she purred the moment my tongue hit her labia, and I gave broad, strong strokes of my tongue around her slit and along her runway. She gasped and groaned, but I had no intention of being in the room for a long time – the longer we were, the greater the chance of ending up in front of someone in authority with beetroot red cheeks. I found her pearl and gave it gentle kisses as I slid my index finger into the mouth of her hole; Sarah was already aroused, but there was some resistance when I added my middle finger to it and pushed. She groaned and pushed her hips out a bit further as my tongue flicked her clitoris and all four of my fingers touched her hole. She gasped and snarled, so I withdrew the other two and lined my little finger up against her anus. It was already "wet" from her vaginal fluids, and it slid in with no resistance. Sarah panted and emitted strong nasal grunts as my two fingers sawed at her opening pivoting on my little finger in her butt while my tongue sucked on her button. She strained and stroked my short hair before grabbing her tits and then the chair. Her face was a mixture of passion, flushed and red while her legs quivered and shook. I lapped at her jewel quicker and more forceful as she squirmed and cried out. I felt her walls contract around my fingers and pulse strongly as Sarah's face twisted with lust and she held her breath before squealing and writhing. I slowed down as she got her breath and looked up, but Sarah put her hands on the back of my head and pushed my back onto her crotch. "No ... keep going!" I smiled at her concupiscent pleading, but she was in serious danger of getting us chucked out of College and I just resumed my stimulation of her. She grunted and writhed a few moments later and insisted on "one more" which became three more. The last orgasm had her legs kicking out uncontrollably, and her thighs clamping around my ears as her entire body spasmed. She screamed as loud as I had ever heard and I had to clamp my hand over her mouth which made her writhe more frantically, and her eyes bulge further. I knew Sarah had experienced an extremely powerful climax but couldn't she be quiet about it? Sarah threw her head back as I finished and she lay on the chair – an ominous wet patch on the seat spreading from the front of the chair to the back. "I can't move," she moaned, and I just shook my head. She wiped herself with a tissue in her bag, flinching as she had become "hypersensitive" and threw the moist tissue into the bin before getting dressed and smiling at the dampness we had created. I had dried my face, but I wanted to wash it; I could smell the feint aroma of Sarah and didn't want to walk around all day smelling like a women's soggy bits! Sarah kissed me and pushed me against the bookcase before sliding her hands down my shirt, into my trousers and cupping my erect cock. "He's very ready," Sarah cooed and sank to her knees to fish out my dick through the flies in my trousers. "Ahh ... Sarah," I cried, but my girlfriend was not listening and just put her hand at the base of my cock before slowly flicking the tip of my manhood with her tongue. She was good at what she did, and was soon rotating her hand up and down my shaft while her lips sucked on the tip. Sarah pushed her tongue underneath my cock and rubbed against the frenulum underneath the glans. She was looking up at me with wide eyes and grunted as she did, but I did my best to look away and close my eyes. If I saw her doing what she was doing, it would only make me come quicker, and I liked her blowjobs too much to spoil it by squirting too soon. I sniffed and tried to regulate my breathing but kept sighing as sparks of lust came out of my loins alongside the increasing tension that was building. I tensed my buttocks, I could feel my climax coming and gripped the bookcase shelf as slid my hips forwards in time to her rhythm. Sarah had talent; we both knew it and I grunted as I felt the point of no return coming. "I'm coming," I told her, and Sarah just applied so much suction to the tip of my cock as swirled her tongue over it. I could hold out no more, and my perineum tensed. I let go to an audible groan as I felt several spurts of semen come up my cock and pump into Sarah's mouth. She coughed and spluttered, and the last few drops hit her blouse, but I wasn't really watching. I was slumped against the bookcase, panting. "Sarah," I called and she looked up at me, wiping her mouth with a tissue. "Love you," I told her with a smile. She smiled back and licked her lips. "Love you too," she told me and grabbed a handful of tissues to wipe me clean. We looked around the room as we got our stuff together and left the dirty tissues in the bin, the room smelling of sex and an ominous wet patch on the red chair, to go to the toilets to get presentable. ------- There are many sights which upset me, but my sister with a black eye was one that made me incandescent. While Rhea was a dangerous, and unpredictable tornado, she was also my little sister, and as such I almost exploded when I saw her. "It's OK," Rhea said dismissively. "It's fine." I breathed a sigh. "So just an accident?" "Oh no," Rhea said looking at me and she sauntered past. "Nathan did it. But I will kill him for it, so it's fine." I was fortunate that I didn't have to respond as Mum appeared, saw the bruise and pounced on my sister trying to make it up the stairs. "What happened?" Rhea stroke her hair back and groaned. "I don't want to talk about it," she said quickly but was hauled back by our concerned mother and sat on the sofa. Her initial reticence and refusal to talk disappeared when Mum threatened to relocate her computer out of her bedroom, and Rhea sighed. "Nathan kicked off because of, well, because of stuff from France. And um, he got a lucky punch in, but not to worry, he will be needing to see a plastic surgeon when I have finished. I will sort it, do not worry. I shall be taking my rounders bat in tomorrow, and I shall be rearranging his face." "You will do no such thing," Mum thundered, and I looked across as the doorbell went; I guessed it would be Simon and Mum thought the same as she told me that if it was Rhea's partner, it was not a good time for him to visit. It wasn't, and the scowling face of Nathan and "the Witch" greeted me. She pushed passed me the moment I answered the door, and I called out. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "She's gone too far this time. That cow needs locking up." Nathan went to come in, but I put a hand on his chest and pushed him out into the street. Suddenly I felt anger inside me, seeing him and knowing what he did to Rhea. I was always told that no matter what the provocation it was always wrong to hit a woman, and while I always joked about Rhea, Nathan had hit Rhea. It was unacceptable. He had hit my sister, and all the anger and aggression I had felt was channelled through one moment. One hit. One punch, that arrowed out of me and smacked into his cheek. Nathan howled in surprise and pain, and I slammed the door in his face, just as the Witch had reached the top of the stairs; she hadn't seen me smack her son with all the force I could muster. "Where do you think you are going?" The Witch ignored me and I bounded up the remaining steps three at time; Nathan was hammering on the front door, but it was locked, and Mum shouted at the unwanted guest. "You see what your son has done," Mum shouted and the Witch raised her arms. "That girl tried to kill all of us. She put explosive on our bonfire." I saw Rhea wipe her face and look at the Witch. "Your son tried to kill my boyfriend, in France." Rhea replied. "Hypothermia kills, and he was beaten up, left in the park and stripped naked. In the snow." Mum gasped, and the Witch shook her head. "Nathan wouldn't do that. But you did try to kill us. You damaged our patio." The Witch took a step forward and grabbed Rhea by her blouse. "You could have killed all of us, you stupid cow." I watched, almost in slow-motion as Mum moved in and pushed Nathan's mother away, her hand making contact with the Witch's face and Rhea shook her head, but the Witch screamed at Mum as she separated the warring women. "She admitted it to Nathan, tell her." She turned, expecting to see her son, but he was downstairs on the pavement, and I looked at her. "He's outside. He isn't welcome here, especially as he tried to hit me as he came in." Mum took another breath and looked at Rhea. "Did you touch their patio?" "No," Rhea said, quite honestly. "I didn't do anything to their bloody patio." "Did you put explosives on their bonfire?" Rhea scowled. "Where am I supposed to have got explosives from? And if I had them, I would be putting them somewhere else. Somewhere very painful." The Witch looked at Mum. "She's a liar," she thundered. "She did it Saturday afternoon between four and five when we were out walking the dog and going to the chippie. We know she did. She admitted it." "Rhea was with me," I falsely told them. "You were at Ikenna's, she was with me. Telling me all about her trip to France." Mum looked at me a bit suspiciously and then the Witch erupted. "You lie as well. I am going to the Police, this is attempted murder." "Yeah, and I'll have him for assault and battery," Rhea shouted back and strode forward towards the Witch, who backed away from her, towards the stairs. "I am half his size and he resorts to hitting me, for what?" I saw tears in Rhea's eyes, and her fists clench. "I don't do anything to him, but he can't leave me and Simon alone. He is twisted. He has to try and spoil it." Mum pulled on Rhea's shoulder, but the Witch looked at my angry sister and then at Mum. "This family is messed up," she said. Rhea's eyes flashed dangerously and without warning her right hand slapped the Witch across the face, leaving a red mark and the sound echoing around the flat. The Witch squealed. "I want your son to leave me alone," Rhea spat before Mum pulled her back. "Tell him to leave us alone," she yelled, wriggling free of Mum's grip and grabbed her nemesis by the throat and pushed her against the wall. "Tell him to stop." The Witch stared at Rhea for a moment before Mum pulled her off of the woman for the third time. The Witch looked at Mum and promising we haven't heard the last of the matter left the flat, storming out of the room. I followed her down the stairs, hoping to catch up with her to trip her up, but she reached the bottom step, opened the door and then slammed it as hard as she could muster with the paintwork splintering on the inside. Mum strode to the phone. "I want to speak to the Police about this," she muttered, and Rhea took the handset off of her with a smooth move. "It's fine," she promised through tears, but Mum looked at Rhea and then me. "Please, I don't want the Police involved." "Right, and I want answers," she told us both and Rhea looked at me with trepidation. I had little to add, I had told Rhea I wasn't going to lie for her but did so when put under pressure, I couldn't backtrack. Mum asked me again, suggesting that maybe I got my times mixed up, but I told her that Rhea was with me in the club, which was sort of true, although I detected a note of suspicion in her voice. Rhea was attacked when she was almost defenceless, it was cowardly and it had made me angry. I sort of felt sorry for Rhea, she was in an impossible position: on the one hand, she had her boyfriend being bullied by her ex-boyfriend and was supposed not to intervene and on the other hand, it was Rhea, and she was being wronged. I did what I rarely did and lied to Mum: Rhea was with me and my sister pleaded with Mum to drop it, saying if the Police got involved it would get messy. Mum quizzed me later on that night, I knew she didn't believe me, but with Rhea having an alibi, there was little punishment she could offer and except for seeing the Headmistress the following day, there was little she could do. I was glad to escape to the sanctity of my bedroom. I always felt safe there and put myself a staircase away from unwanted questions and just lay back on the bed. I knew Mum would not believe me or Rhea and could ask Zoe if she thought my friend knew the truth. I wondered if I could trust Zoe to me discreet and decided that while I probably couldn't expect Zoe to lie for us, could I trust Zoe just plead ignorance. I hoped so. But it was a seriously big risk to take. ------- Rhea patted me on the back the moment I walked in from college and grinned at me. "Nice one, bro." Sarah looked over at Rhea who was smiling profusely while Simon was shaking his head. "You shouldn't be happy Rhea," he told her and Rhea pooh-poohed him. "That punch you did on Nathan," she told me, and I screwed up my face. "When he came to see us." "Oh that one," I said, remembering it and Rhea smiled as she sauntered across the room to hug me. "I love my big brother," she said, more for dramatic effect and then looked at Simon. "That was some punch, all his face was black and blue and green. It was pretty breathtaking, I think I must have taught you well because it's been a long time since I've seen one that good. The trick is to get a lifetime's worth of anger into that one punch." Sarah looked at me, I had explained everything that had happened as we had walked home, but she gave me an expression of disapproval. "Ahh yes, well, he went to hit me," I replied, bending the truth to breaking point. "And he hit you. It was self-defence when you think about it." "Yes I know, but, everyone is sorted. Nathan and his Mum can't do anything about the bonfire as they can't prove it was me. I, on the other hand, can prove Nathan hit me, and he has been suspended for it – for a whole week; it's pretty awesome. Mum can't punish me, and on top of that Nathan gets to look like he has done ten rounds with Chris Eubank. Its just win-win-and-win to Rhea. As usual." Simon puffed and looked at me. "Ah, don't tell Zoe about this, please," I asked and Rhea grinned. "Yes, well Simon has been bought off, his silence is guaranteed isn't it?" Simon bit his lip and nodded. "Sort of." Sarah giggled and put her bare hand on my forearm. "I bet I know how as well. Us women are pretty adept at buying people off." I sighed and shut my eyes, "I don't want to think about it." I looked at Rhea and nodded. "But please don't put me in that position again." "Of course I will," Rhea replied and I didn't doubt she was telling the truth. "But you are OK now, right?" I hummed, and she looked at her boyfriend. "And I know you are alright. Tell me, why do men love blow-jobs so much?" I groaned. "Rhea," I shouted, and she just gave me a cheeky grin and spun around. "Oh and I had my Governor's meeting this afternoon." "Uh-oh!" "No, it went fine. I asked Nathan's dad to be absent, and he refused, but I stated that my complaint was about his son and then enquired as to why he felt it was OK for him to have this rampant conflict of interest. So he fucked off, and a few of the Governors liked this. Then I said what Tiny Cock had tried to do, the fact that he bullied Simon and that he attacked me. They asked some nasty questions here, but I fobbed 'em off and then pointed out that I want to go to University to do Maths, and in the spanner set I don't get to do Advanced exam just Intermediate, so they are ruining my aspirations." "You don't want to do Maths at Uni, do you?" "Hell no," Rhea snapped. "But the bit about capping aspirations and ruining dreams worked. 'Specially when I mentioned the local paper and said I would keep fighting this. They called in that Wyatt bitch, and a compromise has been reached. I am no longer in the spanner set, back in my original set, and we will be sitting at opposite ends of the classroom to old Tiny Cock and his ... well ... his tiny cock." "Seems a sensible thing to do," Sarah told her and Rhea gave a wry smile. "Indeed. But don't worry he is still within airgun range. All I need is..." Her voice trailed off to a barrage of cackling and Simon lurked. "I'm not covering for you shooting him," Simon told her, but Rhea smiled and flashed a grin. "You know you will," she said with a smirk. "You can do anal for a bullet." He groaned, and my little sister led her boyfriend upstairs so he could be "bought off" again. "Was that bought off or brought off?" Sarah asked with a smile, and I gave my stock answer: I didn't want to think about it. "Or do you think that there isn't much difference." ------- I walked out of the common room and walked almost head-first into Donna, Rosie and Sarah. Donna was crying, and I instantly asked her what was wrong. "Like you care," Donna snapped, and she shrugged. "You have a point, I don't really ... but I am being polite." Sarah sneered at me, and I muttered an apology of sorts. "Ray has split up with her," Sarah said curtly as if it was partly my fault. Perhaps I was being blamed in part due to my membership of the male branch of homo sapiens or if simply if I was Ray's friend and therefore must have been part of his decision-making process. My face fell slightly; I knew how much Donna meant to him and while it simplified many things I couldn't have imagined that Ray was feeling too happy at that point. "Oh I'm sorry," I muttered, but Donna pushed past me, and I looked at Sarah. "So that means that..." "Donna is still my friend," she warned. "And I'm serious about the no sex in the New Year unless you two can bear to be in the same room together." I groaned at this, but Sarah's sneer made it perfectly apparent she was serious. "Just try for me." I tried to find Ray, but when I could not locate my newly-single friend, ambled into town. Sarah was with Donna, and I felt it wrong to intrude. I got involved in a little kick around with Jez before finding some lunch and buying a small bunch of flowers from the market on the way back, which I gave to Donna to cheer her up. Sarah almost beamed at me, and Donna begrudgingly took the bunch of red carnations. I started to feel a bit cynical in that I had exploited Donna's relationship breakdown to score brownie points with my own girlfriend, but needs must; there was no way I was going to allow my girlfriend to withdraw sexual privileges due to Donna's issues. ------- Zoe crossed her hands. "What you mean, a proper film?" "Misty Beethoven," Sarah replied. "Abi and I chose it yesterday." "Misty Beethoven. That doesn't sound too good," she muttered. "Never heard of it." I saw a wry smile from Sarah and rolled my eyes, guessing what Misty Beethoven was all about. Sarah elaborated missing out a number of key details and left Zoe wondering if it was possibly related to the great composer of a similar name. She didn't have too long to wait, and along with Zoe, Ingrid joined us at Abi's house to watch the film, although she said she may have to leave a bit earlier as she was meeting a friend from Sweden in the next town. "I asked Ray if he wanted to join us, but he said no," Zoe told us. "Yeah I asked him the same question. Said that it was a bit mucky but he still said no. Don't know what's got into him." "Bit mucky!" Zoe cried. "You said it was about music." "The Opening of Misty Beethoven," Abi exclaimed as we sat down as before and Abi turned on the video. Zoe spoke first. "That sounds pornographic." Ingrid and Sarah giggled and watched Zoe as the film started. She huffed as Misty took a cock in her hands and started playing with it in the credits. "You tricked me," Zoe moaned and saw Abi cuddle up to her. "Sssshhh," Abi whispered and slid behind Zoe in the small lounge so her back was resting on the chair and her arms embracing my staid classmate. Zoe almost struggled at first, she was being cuddled by another woman while watching a sexually graphic film, I could tell she wasn't comfortable, but Abi was a genteel woman and her embrace was out of friendship, not lust, and the two girls got themselves comfortable and stopped fidgeting. Sarah wouldn't stop shifting, and she had pulled my arms around her. I couldn't feel a bra through her blouse and unclipped a button to slide my hand inside the thin cotton to cup one of her breasts. I heard a mewing sound as my hand slid over her firm orbs and she grunted quietly when I started gliding it over her stiff nipple. I guessed Sarah had removed her bra when she went to the toilet just before the film started and made a guess that she had removed her knickers as well, gently bringing my other hand down her body to slip inside her trousers that were suspiciously unclipped. Sarah and I were sitting behind Ingrid and the cuddling pair of Zoe and Abi so they would need to have turned their heads round to watch us. In addition, the lights had been turned off, the oral sex Misty offering on the television offering the only illumination, so we weren't on a public display, but the thrill of the exhibitionism was real and I gleefully touched Sarah's mound. It was smooth, as ever, and ran my fingers down her labia, she parted her legs, and gave another gentle mewing sound; my fingers swept over her slit and then located her pearl. I could feel Sarah tense and then relax, pushing her body into my lap. I had not removed my underwear, so my erect cock was quite unreachable by my girlfriend, but that didn't stop her from trying. I pressed harder on her pearl and rotated my palm over her nipple; she sighed and grunted. I couldn't stop touching her, I liked the idea of taking Sarah to orgasm in front of our friends and felt Sarah's leg twitch. I got ready to move my "bosom hand" in case Sarah made a sound, ready to clamp it over her mouth if required and swirled her clitoris around with my finger. Sarah held her breath, I could feel her tense up and then her muscles quiver, she was nearing a peak, and I squeezed her nipple. She gripped my forearm and squeezed with all her might; it hurt, but I redoubled my efforts with my finger on her pearl, awaiting for the inevitable scream of ecstasy. It came not from Sarah but from the television, and Sarah emitted a few choice squeals as a girl on the film was brought to a shuddering orgasm – I think it was Misty, but I was otherwise distracted. Sarah panted silently, threw her head back onto my shoulder and smiled at me. I kissed her on the forehead and gently withdrew my fingers, I would go back to her sensitive erogenous zones later when we had seen a bit more of the film. I didn't want to wear her out! It was dark in the room, and as I squeezed the playful girl in my arms I glanced over at Ingrid, gently moving her hands in her laps and then at Zoe, not entirely being discreet at doing the same thing. Zoe may have acted scandalised by the opening sequence, but it was clear that she was very much enjoying the film. In fact, the only thing at Zoe moaned about was in the final sequences when Misty donned a strap-on and took her male partner from behind. She shouted out that it was "too far" and Sarah leant back to talk to me. "I can arrange," she promised, and I grunted. "No thanks," I whispered back. "Unless you want to be single again." Sarah pouted at me, and Abi flicked on the lights. Zoe's eyes met mine immediately, and she stared at Sarah. "That was disgusting," she told us. "Nothing but cheap pornography." "No, be fair," I said with a glint in my eye. "It was five quid. It was very expensive pornography." Abi laughed, but Zoe got to her feet, her cheeks red and eyes narrowing. Ingrid looked up from her blonde hair and swore, glancing at the time on her watch. "I'm supposed to be in Amersham in fifteen minutes," she moaned, and Zoe looked up. "Oh is that Amy?" Ingrid nodded, and we thanked Abi as we left her house. Ingrid walked towards town at a fast pace. "Yeah, she is my old neighbour in Sweden. You'll like her, she is very charming. Her family moved over recently." Sarah gave me a very short précis of Ingrid's life: she was born in a small town in Sweden but moved to Hertfordshire when the Swedish company her father worked for offered him a transfer to England. Their old neighbour also moved a few months ago, and the beautiful Ingrid was meeting up with them in the small town a few stops on the train. "Why not come with me?" Ingrid offered to us, and we looked at each other as we practically ran to keep up with the Swedish bombshell. "I've got no homework," I said and neither had Zoe. Sarah muttered about nothing she couldn't do on the train, and I used my mobile to send Mum a text, telling her that I was going out for the night and would be back a bit later. Sarah and Zoe used my mobile phone to ring their parents and a few minutes later we just managed to get the crowded rush hour train to London that stopped at Amersham. We were only ten minutes late, and the figure of Amy was waiting in the ticket office as we walked past the bustling queue of people. Ingrid threw her arms around her friend, knocking over a sixth former from a local school, who at first was annoyed and then smiled as the Swedish beauty landed next to him. "Sorry," Ingrid muttered and helped the flustered boy to his feet before blowing him a kiss. "How are you?" "Good," Amy said a little abruptly and we walked over the road to a run-down pub opposite the station. Amy was clearly over eighteen (or at least looked over eighteen) and guessed that we wouldn't get served, but the barmaid nodded towards me as we walked in and happily sold me a round of drinks. The cheap ale they had on tap was not brilliant but was certainly drinkable, and before long Sarah had bought a round, followed by Ingrid. It was not even 6pm when we stumbled out of the pub and meandered to an all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant just down the road. They eyed us suspiciously as we walked in, but we were reasonably well behaved (despite the loud voices of Sarah), and we ate the food provided. Sarah was exceedingly tipsy, and she kept sliding her hand under the table and even slipped her hand into my trousers. I could see the lust in her eyes and tried not to encourage her, I think she would have happily had me take her to a wood and fuck her brains out, but I was just enjoying a night out with friends and thought that Sarah should have been sated during Misty Beethoven. I was always taken with Ingrid. She was one of Sarah's friends whom I liked, and after the débâcle with Donna, the easy-going nature of Ingrid was a lovely change. Ingrid laughed at Sarah's drunkenness and offered gentle teasing, but there was no maliciousness in her actions. Sarah was certainly excited, and we walked back to the pub after our meal, sitting in the corner of the smoky room while Amy bought a round of drinks. Zoe was on the lemonade, but the rest of us were drinking alcohol, and Sarah nearly spilt my beer when my drunken girlfriend threw her arms out and shouted across the pub towards a guy playing pool in an adjacent room. "Chris," Sarah shouted and a figure emerged from the smoke. "Sarah?" I frowned at her, she had not mentioned this guy before, and Sarah edged her way over to the pool table. "This is Chris, I met him in the Summer on a train to London. And he looked up my skirt." "Oh," I said, not quite sure what to say and Sarah introduced me. I felt a bit awkward, but Sarah was just excited and made Chris promise to come over to our table when he had finished his game of pool. It didn't take long, and Chris sat down and looked at Sarah. "I thought you were sixteen," he told her, and Sarah shrugged. "Sssshhh," she replied, and he cackled. "You're OK here," he muttered and then introduced himself properly. Like me, he was fond of his photography and was doing a photography course. After awhile, Sarah challenged me to a game of pool, and we staggered to the table. It didn't take long for Chris, Zoe, Ingrid and Amy to join us, watching as Sarah and I played an entertaining game won by myself by being the luckiest. Sarah through me a moue and Chris played Ingrid, potting all his balls before Ingrid had even sunk one. Sarah and Amy were both feeling a little dizzy so Zoe, and I took them outside for a breath of fresh air, sitting on a low wall overlooking a little roundabout and station. I was relieved to get out of the smoky pub, and Zoe looked at her watch. "It's nine thirty," she said shivering in the cold November air. "We should go soon." Sarah was swaying, and I nodded. "Yeah, I suppose you're right," I muttered in response and looked towards Ingrid in the doorway. "Is Amy OK?" Amy looked up and nodded. "Ya, it very warm in there." Ingrid grinned. "Are you coming back to my house?" "Well Sarah and Zoe and I, we better head off," I told Ingrid and she looked at Amy and then Chris. Ingrid bit her lip and smiled at Amy. "Could I crash at your house?" I left Ingrid to sort out her sleeping arrangements, and we took Sarah back to the station, and towards Wendover; we were a little drunk, but Sarah was wasted. Sarah slumped in the corner of the train and woke up as we got to Great Missenden, grinning at me, and then trying to undo my trousers. "Come on," she said breathlessly. "I ain't ever done it on a train." "Sarah," I said firmly, and looked at Zoe glaring at us horrified. "Sarah, this isn't the place." I was saved by the station of Wendover and we guided Sarah out of the station. She objected being guided by us, gentling touching the top of her shoulders as she walked down the narrow pavement that made up the main road. "I am fine," she squealed as Zoe, and I held onto her. "Honestly, fine." "You aren't," I replied with a grin at Sarah's misplaced determination. "You've nearly fallen in the road twice." Sarah grunted and then looked at Zoe and I. "You have spent too much time with her," Sarah alleged pointing at Zoe. "She is making you boring, always telling people to be sensible," she said in a mock high-pitched voice. Zoe gasped at her, and I just held the arm of Sarah. Zoe and I were good friends as were Zoe and Sarah, but Sarah was being unkind. "Sarah, that's enough," I drunkenly said, but Sarah snarled at us. "No it isn't. You are always together Andy. You like her more than you like me." I gave an audible groan, and Sarah stopped and turned to me. "You do don't you?" "At this moment, yes, because Zoe isn't acting like a child," I quickly blurted out, and Sarah scowled at me. "Fuck you, asswipe," Sarah shouted at me, swaying and her eyes glazed. "Sarah, shut up. Let us take you home." Sarah threw her hands at us as we tried to help her. "Fuck you. Fuck both of you." "Right OK," I said and backed off when Zoe called me back; I wasn't going to leave Sarah alone but was quite happy to ensure she got back to her house safely from a small distance. "Your home is at the end of the road, lets at least get you back," Zoe soothingly suggested, and Sarah snarled aggressively. "Don't need any help." She did, and it took Zoe, and I a few minutes to practically carry Sarah back to 3 St James Way. Angela stood with her arms crossed as she surveyed the sight before her. Sarah was leaning on me and Zoe, and her eyes were glazed. She had vomit stains down the front of her shirt where she had thrown up in her driveway, and Angela gave me an accusatory stare. "We went to meet some friends of Ingrid's," I explained. "Sarah had a bit too much." Zoe burped as Angela rolled her eyes. "Sarah," she barked, and my girlfriend swayed trying to focus on her mother and sunk her head. "I'll go put her in bed," I said, more of a suggestion but Angela shook her head and glared at her daughter. "No, we need to have some words," she said threateningly and guided Sarah into the hallway, and towards the dining room. Zoe and I had an hour to sober up a bit more, and by the time we reached Aylesbury I was feeling merry rather than drunk. Zoe was able to walk in a relatively straight line and talk coherently but I knew I was going to be shouted at, the moment I got home. Mum was waiting for us, her arms folded and turned off the television the moment we appeared at the top of the stairs. "Andy," she barked before I had barely got into the room. "Oh hi Mum," I said with a smile, hoping to try and diffuse some of her anger. It didn't. "Sarah just threw up over her parent's new sofa because she's been in the pub all evening," Mum said firmly at us. "What do you have to say?" "She wasn't well," I said in a calm voice and looked at Zoe. I reasoned that I was probably going to get shouted at, but was going to show that neither Zoe nor I were drunk, or had been ill. We may have been under-age, but we had been responsible. Mum's eyes narrowed. "So what have you got to tell me?" "Ahh well, yes, we went to the pub and had a meal," I said quite calmly. "And you were drinking?" Mum asked. "Ahh, how many? You look a bit drunk." Mum's eyes narrowed as I prevaricated. "I'll ask again, have you been drinking?" "We had a couple," I lied. "Just a couple. We are fine." Mum took a deep breath. "You are underage. Both of you." "But we look overage," I replied instantly and Mum folded her arms glaring at me. "You are too young, as what happened to Sarah is why, you are too young." "But..." I started, and Zoe squeezed my hand. "But nothing," Mum yelled. "You could have cost the licensee their license, their livelihood. Did you think about that?" I stammered, and Mum looked at Zoe. "Either of you?" "Well it's just ... a couple of drinks," I offered as a defence and Mum stared at me. "It's illegal," she said firmly. "Do you want to be barred from Pubwatch, again?" I groaned and shook my head. "No," I replied with a dismissive grunt and Mum looked at Zoe. "If you want to stay the night, the spare room is free," she told her. "But ring your parents." Zoe hesitated, and I shrugged. "Best not to let them see you been drinking. I don't fancy the awkward questions." Zoe nodded and walked towards the phone. Mum rolled her eyes and waved her finger at me. "Both of you, have a drink of water before you go to bed and then get out of my bloody sight." I went to protest and suddenly saw anger and annoyance in her eyes that I had missed, and stumbled into the kitchen to get two pint glasses of water. "Oh, and Andy. Separate bedrooms." "Yeah, I know," I snapped through the dining room. ------- I awoke the following morning with a bit of headache but quite bearable and knocked gently on Zoe's door. I had provided Zoe with a nightdress and clothes from Abi's drawer that was mostly Sarah's stuff now. Both girls were of a similar height to Zoe, but Sarah and Abi were a bit thinner, although I managed to find a top and skirt that fit her. Zoe moaned about the sheer nightdress, it was Sarah's and I could make out the line of Zoe's breasts through it, and passed her a dressing gown to put over her shoulders for breakfast. I was naked under my dressing gown although I suspect Zoe didn't know this. "We better talk to your Mum," Zoe muttered, and I grunted, it was something I didn't want to do. Zoe looked at me and then Mum. "Grace," she called out as we walked into the dining room. "I am sorry that you saw me having been drinking last night," she said with a genuine remorse to her voice and Mum pursed her lips together. "And we were wrong to go drinking underage." "You two ever, come in like that again, then I will take the jobs off of you, you hear me?" I nodded, and Zoe answered. "Yes, of course. Thank you, Grace." Mum gave a steely glare at both of us and sighed. "And Andy, you are grounded until next Wednesday." "Oh, Wednesday?" I moaned. "But what about Sarah at the football?" "From what I heard, Sarah is going to be grounded until the end of the sixth form," Mum joked and I groaned, looking at the guilty expression on Zoe's face. "You are not old enough to get served. And you both knew it." "I know," I replied snarling at her. I was annoyed; I was too old to be grounded, and I didn't get drunk, it was Sarah who was completely annihilated, not me and yet I was getting punished for it. Furthermore, Zoe would be getting off scot-free as her parents had not seen her. There was no justice in the world! Zoe was annoyed with Sarah, and as we walked in, grumbled a bit about what Sarah had said the previous day. "She was drunk," I offered as an explanation, but we would have a shared Maths class before lunch and could talk to her. Sarah, as expected, was not feeling too good come our Maths lesson, looking very much like "death warmed up." "Mum went ape at me last night, and this morning," Sarah moaned as she procrastinated about doing the work set by Miss Edwards. "I mean, I am old enough to have a drink." Zoe grunted at her, and Sarah scowled. "Yeah, OK, Miss Goody-two-shoes, I suppose I had a couple more than you but–" "Sarah, if you spent a little less time chatting, and a bit more time on working, then you might just do something today?" Miss Edwards told her, and Sarah turned back to her work. Zoe and Sarah were still annoyed with each other when we walked into the common room, and Jez interrupted my attempts at peace negotiation. "Hey dude," shouted an annoying voice from the corner of the room. "Have you seen the new Maths teacher? She is F-I-T." "Hey Jez, you mean Ge ... Chri ... Miss Edwards?" "Of course I fookin' mean Miss Edwards. Body to die for. I mean an ass that so hot, it's criminal, man." "She isn't allowed to date students, so she is definitely out of your range," I teased, and he grinned. "And she's been here for weeks." "She wouldn't want to do any of us, despite you being the pussy magnet," Jez replied, and I sighed. I almost wanted to tell him that I had her as part of an orgy but decided against it. I had promised Miss Edwards I would be discreet, and I was not the boasting type. "I s'pose not," I just replied and turned the bickering girls either side of me. "Well I am not having my girlfriend and my friend fighting over something stupid," I told them and Zoe sighed. "She said I was dull and boring, and all sorts just because I am not an immoral harlot like her." "Harlot?" Sarah squealed and slapped Zoe around the face. Zoe instinctively pushed Sarah away and ran out of the room crying. "What the hell did you do that for?" I asked Sarah a little aggressively, and Sarah snarled at me and just pointed towards the door. "Go on, go after her. She means more to you than I ever will," she sulked, and I went off to find my friend. Zoe was nowhere to be found, and eventually found Sarah meandering out of the College grounds. "What the hell is happening to you?" Sarah screwed her face up and went to snap at me, and I just instinctively held her cheeks and kissed her on the lips. She squealed at first but then as I slid my hands down and touched her waist she put her arms around me. "Now, what happened?" Sarah grunted and nodded towards a wooden park bench on the grass, and we sat down. "It's Mum. She just lost it with me, and kept asking why I couldn't be more like you or Zoe or Sara-Jane." "Your cousin?" Sarah nodded and just shrugged. "And you spend so much time with Zoe now, she is working in the club, why couldn't I have that job?" "Because Zoe asked Mum, I had no idea," I said telling the truth and Sarah looked at the flowerbeds before wiping her eyes. "I've known Zoe since I was seven, we were good friends at primary school and I've always got on well with her, don't you think if I wanted to hit on her, I would have done so by now." Sarah scowled. "I know that, it's just ... oh I don't know. There is a closeness there." "It's only been a few weeks," I replied and Sarah gave me a withering look. "Honestly, I only have eyes for you. And Anna Kournikova, obviously." "And..." "And no-one else," I told her firmly, and Sarah just grunted in that she didn't totally believe me. "I love you, come on lets, go for a walk," I offered and took Sarah's hand. ------- It bothered me a little, I had used the word "love" properly with Sarah for the first time and not in the heat of sex, although she had asked me repeatedly if I meant it, I was certain I did. I had a bond with Sarah that I had never experienced with anyone else, and our time together since the Summer, as well as our trip to the Lake District and Lancaster had ensure that. I felt as though she was the most important person in my life, and I had to tell her that. Of course, Sarah was speechless at first, and I got the feeling she might not have told me that she loved me if I had not have said so first, which in itself was a worry – was my affection requited but my love not? Did I have feelings for Sarah that she did not emulate? I worried about this all evening until Rhea barged open my door and scowled at me. "I've been shouting you," Rhea said. "I didn't hear you," I said genuinely, looking up from the bed where I was spread-eagled and staring at the ceiling. "I don't believe you," Rhea replied instantly. "Ask yourself, is that likely?" I just sighed and asked Rhea what she wanted, there must have been a point to her barging into my room. "Your bitch is on the phone?" "Sarah?" Rhea grunted, and I jumped down from my bed and ran into Mum's room taking the phone off the extension and awaiting for Rhea to put the phone down in the lounge. "Andy, did you mean it?" I knew immediately what she meant, and I took a deep breath. "That I love you? Of course." There was silence, and she hummed. I heard her sniff. "Are you OK?" "Yeah," she squeaked. "Yeah, I just needed to know." I gulped, and there was a silence between us on the line. "Of course I do, I was very fond of you in the Summer," I started and just let the words come out without thinking. "I loved you then but not as a girlfriend, just as ... well you know ... and then since we've been going out, it just feels so magical and ... well you know this, right?" Sarah took a deep breath, and I heard her voice break; it was a conversation I would rather have been having face-to-face. "Kev told me that he loved me, and he didn't. Clearly he didn't," she told me with a quiver in her tone. "Well I am not Kev," I snapped, and my heartbeat quickened. "I just wanted to know 'cause I love you too," she told me, and I sat down on Mum's bed. I smiled at the alarm clock, listening to my lover as she spoke. We chatted for half-an-hour, and it was incredible to hear that the person I adored, felt the same way about me; it would have been heartbreaking if she hadn't said the same thing. Instead, Sarah was removed from the phone by her parents after we had chatted for "ages." I felt on cloud-nine; Sarah had made me feel incredible and I walked downstairs to get a drink. "You love her?" Rhea asked as I sauntered through the living area. "And she loves you. Oh it's sickening." I sucked in air through my teeth. "Have you been listening to my phone conversations?" I asked, and Rhea cackled. I knew she had been clandestinely earwigging and grabbed hold of her shoulders on the couch and pressed them into the soft fabric. "Tell me." Rhea squealed and brought her hands up to push my face away and break my grip, but I knocked them away and peered over my sister. "Tell me, or I shall tickle you." "I'm not ticklish," my sister lied and I chortled to myself. "OK, I will tell Mum about your Fake ID business." Rhea scowled and shook her hair free from her face before sliding down the couch and getting free. Rhea looked and licked her lips. "I don't suppose it matters, when you put the phone down, press 'mute' on the phone and then pick it up, you can hear them, they can't hear you." "But Rhea?" I asked, not quite sure how to finish the question. "That's so rude and disrespectful." "Shit, bro. You're sounding like Zoe." "Rhea, it's wrong to listen in on other people's phone calls." Rhea nodded with a cheeky smile. "I know, that's why I do it. But I am just looking out for you, she is a nasty, scheming bitch, and she is just playing you. You..." "Oh Rhea," I interrupted with a scowl and a tired tone of voice, I had heard it before. "Just leave her alone. How would you know?" "How would I know about nasty, scheming bitches? Oh I don't know Andy, I can't think." I rolled my eyes, and Rhea continued. "She is playing you Andy. Just let her go and find someone nice, like Abi, or as much as it pains me, Zoe." I took a deep breath and stared at my sister. "She is my girlfriend, and I love her. You are just going to have to accept her." Rhea frowned and shook her head. "I shall do no such thing. I will never know what you see in her. It will end horribly and don't come crying to me." "I won't," I promised and she just snorted at me. I licked my lips and looked at her. "Remember what Paula wrote in my Valentine's card. 'To love is nothing, to be loved is something, to be loved by the one you love is everything.' Just accept that I love her, and she loves me, and we are happy." Rhea grunted and tapped the table. "Do you love Simon, and does he love you?" Rhea grunted. "I do not have emotions like love," she told me firmly but absented herself quite quickly; she clearly felt uncomfortable talking about emotions that she had no control over. ------- Rhea kicked the chair as she waited; I was just finishing cleaning the club on the Saturday and Mum was sorting out some paperwork in the office which needed doing urgently. "Where is that woman?" I looked up at her and took her dirty glass that once held lemonade. "It's 10:30 and I'll be late." "Where you going?" "Referees' course," Rhea told her and pointed to her bag. "I get to learn how to be a referee. In football, but it's a two day course – today and tomorrow. I'm doing it with Simon, didn't he say?" "No," Zoe muttered and Rhea smiled. "It's this afternoon and tomorrow morning, and we pass our exams I will be in the junior leagues by next weekend. Looking forward to it." "Do you actually know the rules of football?" I asked. "I mean properly." "Is it because I am a girl?" Rhea asked with her arms crossed. "That I won't know what they are?" "No," I stammered. "Just ... well ... you've not shown much interest before." "I have," Rhea cried. "And it's laws not rules. Football has laws, which clearly I shouldn't know according to you 'cause I have a cunt, not a cock." "I don't want to here that sort of language," Mum thundered from the doorway and holding some papers. "Now come on or we'll be late." "Which is exactly what I've been telling you," Rhea moaned. "Honestly parents. Bloody disgrace." "And Rhea. I do not want to hear complaints," Mum warned her. "This wasn't cheap so if you do this, you do it properly." "Yes. Honestly. Why does everyone think I want to cause trouble with everything I do?" Mum and Rhea started to leave the room. "And don't forget we are picking up Simon." "Yes," Mum muttered and they shut the door behind them. "So ... what's Rhea up to?" I asked Zoe who just shrugged. "Maybe it's something that her and Simon can do together," Zoe suggested, and I couldn't help feel that Rhea was up to mischief. ------- Mum gave me a gentle shake on the shoulder at 6:30am and I groaned and grunted. "It's Sunday," I whined bleary-eyed. "Come on," she told me. "I did ask you to do it early today." Mum pulled back the covers to expose my naked body to the cool room and left the door open. She knew that I would scamper to close it, and then be out of bed, which was sort of what happened. Mum had helpfully left the keys out in the kitchen with a note to "be finished by eleven" and I quickly ate my breakfast and wandered down to the club. I was a little surprised to see Zoe waiting for me with a scowl, she had been told to be there for 8am, and after I had snoozed for a while, had a shower and breakfast it was bordering on ten past. Zoe was still a little embarrassed about getting drunk the previous Thursday, but we chatted amicably. Neither Zoe nor I knew why the club had to be cleaned by eleven and it had been an unusually busy night. I drew the short straw and meandered up to the VIP rooms with a strong stomach and a large bottle of disinfectant. I was always amazed by the amount of ominous stains or patches of unexplained coloured marks, and all four of the VIP rooms had such splashes. I knew it was the responsibility of the lady or ladies who took patrons up to the rooms to ensure it was clean for the following visit, but the final dances of the night were always a little raunchier, such was the increased alcohol content and desire from the ladies to finish the night on a profitable note, followed by a rapid desire to leave on time. Thus, it was not unusual for me to find unwanted splashes where the gentlemen involved had either had insufficient self control to restrain their urges, or received assistance to fulfil their inclinations. Personally, I could not understand the wish to want to do such acts in public; only a handful of people had seen my eruptions and I was happy to keep it that way. I also found a purse containing over two hundred pounds, as well as several coins behind a cushion, a red thong and two unopened condoms. My haul was added to by Zoe who had found a watch under the table, and by the time ten thirty came the bar was loaded with a dozen items of lost property. Zoe opened the purse and shrieked. I put down the mop and ran over and Zoe looked at me, opened mouthed. "This purse belongs to Miss Brown," she muttered and wiped her mouth. "Miss Brown? Who the fuck is Miss Brown?" Zoe pulled out an ID card and showed me. "My English teacher." "Uh ... oh ... crap!" "Oh my God, she is so young. This is so bad. This is so immoral." I took a deep breath and passed her the vacuum cleaner, "the carpet is so dirty," I told her with a grin. "So your adult teacher has a life." "But she is a woman," Zoe thundered. "It is a sin for her to do stuff with another woman." I glared at her. "Yeah, what about you and Sarah?" Zoe blushed and shook her head. "I was tempted, but I have repented. I can't look at Miss Brown again," Zoe sniffed. "I used to like her." "Nothing has changed," I replied, and she looked at me. "Hey, maybe she just came to pick up her boyfriend and dropped it while she was here." Zoe forced a weak smile and shook her head. In the end, Zoe and I had a brief chat before we continued with our jobs: Zoe looked up to Miss Brown, and I had teased her before about it, but she was shocked. In the end, there was an address on the card, so I suggested we wander round when we finished to see her and take the missing purse in person. Zoe seemed a little placated by this, and as we put the last mop away Mum appeared in the room, looking at her watch. We said nothing about the purse, and she started clearing up the last few things rearranging tables. She didn't want any help, despite us offering and at 11am exactly Zoe and I left to go into the sunshine after I gave Mum back her keys. Zoe was quiet as we walked the mile to Miss Brown's house; she didn't live too far away from Abi, and I tried to engage in conversation as we cut down the side streets but Zoe, in her denim dungarees and thoughtful expression, didn't want to talk. We hovered at the bottom of Miss Brown's road, and I double checked the ID card, 4 Galsworthy Crescent. Zoe glanced at the road sign. "It's here," I said, pointing to a small semi-detached house with a battered car on the drive. Zoe looked tentative, I think she felt scared, and I held her hand. "Come on," I told her, and we walked up the road and turned into Zoe's teacher's driveway. "I'm not sure about this," Zoe muttered and I sighed, looking at her. I could hear the feint sound of noise in the property. "It'll be fine," I promised her and pressed the doorbell before Zoe could change her mind. Zoe hissed at me, and I felt my stomach lurch, I didn't know how Miss Brown would react. "Just put it through the letterbox," Zoe implored me in a low voice and I pulled her wrist, so she was standing next to me. I heard footsteps and a chain sliding across and the door opening. An unfamiliar person stood in the doorway, a young man dressed in a fleecy dressing gown who looked enquiringly at us. "Hi," I said in a high-pitched voice with a false confidence, my heart was pounding and I took a deep breath. "Ahh, is umm," I spluttered. "Miss Brown, she here?" The man scowled slightly. "And you are?" "Ahh Zoe," I told him. "And Andy. But she doesn't know me. But she does know Zoe." "I'm her student," Zoe told her. "We need to, um, we need to talk to her." The man bit his lip and looked at us up and down. I could see his mind whirring away if we were students then surely we had no right in interrupting his girlfriend's spare time, it was a Sunday after all. "Wait here," he said and called into the lounge for "Amy." Miss Brown appeared, dressed an elegant flowing nightie that stopped a few inches below her mons and I bit my lip, glancing her up and down. "Yes?" She looked at Zoe who elbowed me, but I was too busy admiring the vivacious young teacher to realise and Zoe spluttered. "Purse, we found it." "Pardon?" I was shaken to the present and took the purse out of my inside pocket of my jacket and passed it over. Miss Brown gasped and took it from me, checking the wallet for the money. "It's all there," I told her. "Well what we found." I looked at her and without emotion added. "In the same place we also found a stained red thong, two unused condoms and a handful of change, but we didn't know whether to bring them," I added, and the teacher rubbed her face. I glanced at the hem of her nightie, the action of her raising her hand had brought it up almost to the tops of her leg. "You better come in," her partner suggested, and I saw Zoe hesitate. There was a glare from the teacher to her partner, but there was a part of me revelling in the discomfort of the young lady and I gave Zoe a gentle squeeze of the hand. "Thank you, but we better get back." The teacher nodded, thanked us and took a ten pound note out of purse as a "finders fee" but neither Zoe nor I wanted to take it. In the end, Zoe took it and she thanked us closing the door. "There is something weird going on," I muttered and waited for a moment and then darted onto their lawn, peering at the gap in the curtains to the front room. Zoe shouted behind me, but I was oblivious to what she was saying, gasping at the sight. In front of me, as naked as the day she was born, restrained, gagged and blindfolded was Vanessa. Miss Brown came into the room and picked up a whip. I wasn't sure if this was consensual play from Vanessa or if Zoe was being taught by a crazed woman who had kidnapped strippers. "What is it?" Zoe hissed, and I turned to face her. "Oh my God, what's happened?" "Nothing," I told her, the look in my ex-lover's eyes had indicated that it wasn't fear, but I still wasn't sure what to make of it. We turned into Appleton Road and headed back towards the Club. I wanted to take Zoe out to lunch but had left my wallet and my keys in my bedroom, and had to hope that Mum was still at the club, or at home. She was in the club, Rhea didn't answer the doorbell and the front door to the club was locked, so I swore and wandered around the back. Zoe had said she would pay for lunch, but I needed to get the keys from Mum to open up our flat to get my wallet so I could take her. We idled through the open door, which in hindsight should have been a warning that something was happening and through the club, to come face-to-face with a couple having furious and passionate sex on the stage. Zoe jumped in shock and averted her eyes, we both gasped, and I glanced over at the myriad of people milling around the stage, there were cameramen, a director, a few girls, and countless other people standing around. And Mum. She saw me and ran over as fast as her legs would carry her. "What are you doing here?" "I need to borrow the keys," I replied as Zoe left the room. "What's going on?" "Hiya kid," boomed a voice from almost behind me, and I turned to see Zoe's uncle. "Oh hiya Neil." I watched as Neil sprinted after his niece and looked at Mum. "Well it was good money," she said as if I had accused her. "I am just wondering why you didn't tell me." Mum rubbed her hair and glared at me. "Cos I didn't want you to know," she said and pushed me away from the debauchery. "Yeah, it was my idea," I moaned, and Mum snorted. "Well you can ask Neil about getting a production credit then – location coordinator or something," she said with a sarcastic air to her voice. "I'd rather be a reviewer," I muttered and walked into the daylight. Zoe was being hugged by her Uncle when we emerged, I think she was glad to have seen him but the shock of seeing two naked people having sex so close up was a shock to her. "Can I take you to dinner?" Neil asked as they stopped hugging. "After I've finished my shoot." "I'm ... Oh..." Zoe stammered. "She will," I promised. "Of course she will." Neil looked at Zoe and then at me walking past him to join my friend holding up the keys to the flat. "You know how straight-laced she is." "I am not!" Zoe thundered and glared at her Uncle. "And you were going to come all the way to Aylesbury and not see me or Mum or Simon or..." Neil gulped; Zoe was right on that point, and she shifted awkwardly. "I was going to see your mother, but ... well I am not sure she'd want to see me." Zoe's expression changed, and she sighed. "I'll be two hours," he promised. "We got a couple of scenes in the club, the rest is in London, so I need to get it finished today. You be around?" "I've got..." "We'll be upstairs," I promised and Zoe glared at me angrily before acquiescing. ------- Chapter 7 Zoe had barely stopped pacing up and down the living room carpet, much to Rhea's glee. My little sister didn't know too much about Zoe's uncle and Zoe happily filled in the details for her and Simon, while she ranted for almost an hour. "And he is so perverted. And he is going out with a University student. And..." "He isn't that bad," I told Simon. "Good fun, good sense of humour. Kind heart." "Kind heart? He films dirty stuff." She screwed up her face, and I reached across to the television to flick the PlayStation on. "Let's have a race," I suggested but Zoe wasn't interested; in the end I got Rhea to have a game – on the condition that I lost, but our hollering was loud enough to make Zoe's rantings impossible to be heard, so she stopped. Neil appeared in the doorway of the flat with Mum late-afternoon and he looked at Zoe and Simon – now racing each other. They hadn't noticed him, and I saw a smile come over his face as he watched his niece and nephew battle around the course. He leant against the doorway rubbing his nose and caught Zoe's eye as she crossed the finishing line. "Hiya Simon." Simon looked up and bit his lip. "Hi," he muttered. "Coming for tea as well?" "I got to get home," he told him, a little nervously and looked behind him towards my sister. "We are going at five." Neil tried hard to smile, but everyone in the room knew that Simon's excuse was just that – an excuse – and he was somewhat apprehensive about spending time with his errant relative. "Sure," Neil said with a wave of the hand. "Next time." "Yeah," Simon said, a bit too quickly. "Next time." Zoe was still apprehensive herself but had rung her mother to say that she would be eating here and without too much fuss, we left the flat in near silence. I asked Zoe if she wanted to be alone, but she shook her head and grabbed hold of my hand. We settled for the Italian restaurant on the corner of the road, and we were sited in an alcove at the back. Neil took one look at the menu and hummed. "Only Lanson," he moaned when he saw the sole entry under Champagne. "It's not right," I teased and looked at Zoe. "We come and every time we want a Mow-ah and Chandon, and we just have to make do with a Lanson." Neil shook his head. "A Pol Roger wouldn't go amiss," he said as he licked his lips. "And it's Mow-et not Maw-ah." I blinked, and he smiled. "The company may be French, but the founder was Dutch." Zoe fidgeted and looked up at him. "Any chance of just getting the normal stuff for a change? Or even just a bottle of wine? Or water?" Neil smiled. "You haven't changed," he told her. "You are so like little Emma. Bossy, self assured." Zoe's shoulders dropped, and she crossed her arms. "You have subjected me a live sex show." "Yeah and don't tell Sarah," I joked "She already wants your job!" Zoe's frown eased, and she picked up the menu. Neil did ask if they had any non-listed champagnes – and subsequently ordered a Tattinger from the four bottles behind the counter. Zoe shook her head, and I ordered a calzone, Zoe requested a salad and Neil asked for the most expensive pasta dish on the menu. The waiter asked for the payment for the champagne up-front and Neil passed him three notes to cover it and the meal. He looked a little flustered as the millionaire opened his bulging wallet but took the money and gave us funny looks all meal. It was noticeable that our food arrived remarkably quickly and was of an excellent standard! Neil was keen to wring some conversation out of Zoe and poured her a glass of champagne although she was hesitant about taking. "And you can't drink, you're driving," she told him firmly, and he gave a titter. "I can have two." "Two?" Zoe cried. "One!" "OK then. Only if you drink the rest," he replied with a smirk, and then looked at me. "You two drink the rest." Zoe groaned, and he shrugged. "Unless you want me to have an accident." Zoe bit her lip and sighed. "You can be so difficult at times," she moaned. Neil and I had a glass and a half each and Zoe must have had around double that. We didn't have a starter, but all had a main course, dessert and then coffees before Neil refused any sort of payment towards the bill. "It's good to see you," he said airily and then took a deep breath and pulled a small bag from his pocket. "I got something to show you." He passed the package over to Zoe who peered inside. "I go to the Maldives in two weeks and am taking that." Zoe took out a small cube, and I knew instantly that it was a ring. "An engagement ring?" "I am going to ask Emma to marry me." Zoe cooed as she opened the box and rubbed her face. "It's fifty grand of love there," he told her and could see Zoe wanting to tell him that love and money shouldn't be in the same sentence. There were easily a dozen diamonds in a floral pattern around a big diamond and numerous even smaller ones dotted around. "When we get back they'll be an engagement party if she says yes. You come?" Zoe was transfixed by the diamond ring and blinked. "And if she says no, I'll let you have it," he teased. Zoe's hands were shaking, and she put it back down on the table. I asked him why he carried it around with him, and he chortled, replying that Emma was cleaning his house while he was away and didn't want her to find it. "I'll come," she whispered hoarsely and passed the ring box to him. "You gonna tell Mum?" "She won't come," Neil told her and ordered us dessert wines with our coffee as the waiter walked past. The wine was sweet, but Zoe drank hers all to quickly and then took Neil's from him as he was driving. The tall pornographer just smiled at her, and we walked back to our flat; it was dark, and I took him around the side to get to his car; the rest of his entourage had come in two minibuses that had driven up separately and had now departed. "I'll drive you home," he offered Zoe and opened the door to his Ferrari. I shook hands with him and watched as my slightly drunk friend fell into his car with glazed eyes. She was quiet and was doing just as he suggested. Zoe was very easy to control when she had had a drink, just like when she got drunk in the Summer holidays which was a stark difference to the excitable Sarah or her exhibitionist brother. Mum was waiting for me as I came up the fire escape and told me to sit down on the sofa. "Been drinking again?" "Only a glass," I moaned. "Zoe's uncle took us to the restaurant." She wiped her hands on her top and stretched her legs on the sofa. "Well I did say you were grounded, didn't I?" "I'm an adult," I moaned. "I can't be grounded." Mum's expression hardened, and she rubbed her hands. "But you can be sacked," she said firmly, and I just groaned. "OK, I'm sorry. But Zoe asked me to go and she doesn't have a good relationship with her uncle. I was going out to help someone else." Mum snorted and I crossed my arms. "Will you relent over Tuesday? I like to see Sarah play football." "Yes," Mum contemptuously muttered. "If Sarah is allowed to attend." I huffed and got up, scowling, and Mum waited for me to get to the bottom of the stairs. "If you stopped drinking when you shouldn't, I wouldn't have to punish you." I sneered; I was an adult, way too old to be "grounded." Life was not fair. ------- I was just finishing the last of my morning coffee when two faces appeared talking to each other. Zoe was slightly pale, and they crossed the room to talk to me. "Hiya. How are you?" "Fine," Sarah bubbled and felt in my jacket pocket. "I need a drink and..." I passed her two pounds coins and looked at Zoe. "Strong black coffee?" Sarah enquired and she nodded, before slouching in the chair. "I bet you know what happened," Zoe muttered and looked at me. "Ummm ... well, I reckon you were a bit tipsier by the time you got home and your mum wasn't too impressed with Neil." "She hit him," Zoe said – her voice quiet and muted, and she wiped her eyes. "For me drinking alcohol and ummm ... well just coming to her house." "Wow. Shit. That's bad." "Yeah," Zoe muttered and took the steaming drink from Sarah's hand. "And I blame you as well as him." "What? For making you see your family. I'm such a bastard!" "No," Zoe cried. "He might be my uncle, but he's ... immoral." "Then you know why we get on so well!" Zoe snorted. "And why did I have to drink all the champagne?" I was saved from answering that by the bell, and we trooped off for registration and then Miss Edwards's Maths class. Unsurprisingly Zoe looked pale and barely contributed to the lesson. I generously made two sets of notes from the examples when I saw Zoe struggling and gave them to her afterwards. "I've got English now," my blonde friend moaned, and she dragged her feet as she ambled towards the English block. "We have a free," I told my girlfriend. "And the General Studies before lunch. We could sneak off to the cinema, or we could..." Sarah giggled. "Or we could find an unused classroom," she suggested and pulled me through the rain towards the playground and around the side of the hall. "Where?" "Music." "Why?" "Because there is no glass in the doors," she told me as she ran into the downpour. "You want to get caught?" "We could just go back to my flat," I suggested, and Sarah looked at me with wet hair plastered to her head. "Take a risk," she teased and we entered the Music block which was suspiciously quiet. She put her ear to a door of a practice room. "It's empty." "Sarah," I cried, but she pushed open the door to the glorified stationery cupboard, and we entered the white-washed room. A window opened out onto the playground of the school next door, and I saw Rhea dressed in her PE skirt stretching with Becky and a couple of girls I didn't recognise. Sarah closed the door and pushed me onto one of the two chairs. She smiled and kicked off her shoes, her trousers and then pulled her knickers down, glaring at me. "Come on. We've not all day." "So romantic," I teased and undid the shoelaces holding my footwear on my feet. Sarah groaned as I tucked my socks into my shoes, and pulled my trousers down. "Come on," she hissed. "You could've left your socks on." "Is this a good idea?" I asked as her fingers reached the waistband of my boxer shorts. She sighed and stared into my eyes. "Can you feel it? The thrill of it all." She was right, of sorts, as my boxer shorts reached my ankles, I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach. We were risking a degree of trouble from the College by having any sort of sexual relations on the campus, but that didn't stop Sarah; she was insatiable and had a wicked gleam in her eye. Sarah touched me on the nose and started grinding her hips into me, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She bit her lip and gave me a sultry look. "What are you doing?" "A striptease," she said gleefully and pushed her blouse off and then sat on my lap, rocking back and forth on my thighs. I unclipped her bra and watched the fabric fall away as she turned around again. She was naked, except for her red socks and she looked wonderfully sexy; I cooed at her, and pulled her onto the carpet. She kissed me as I lay her gently on the floor and smiled at her. "Does Miss Bailey require a kiss?" Sarah nodded and pouted, but I gently parted her thighs and kissed the top of her smooth sex. She sighed and pushed her hips up further and allowed me access to her moistening slit. She smelt and tasted just as I remembered and passionately licked her slit up and down. She whimpered and ground her hips back into the thin blue carpet. I parted her legs with my palms and lay down on the floor so that my legs were touching the wall on the other side of the room, and ran my tongue around her sex. She mewled and panted as my fingers slid up into her slippery hole and pressed against her vaginal wall. I sucked on her pearl, massaging it with my lips as my fingers energetically flicked and pressed against her insides. She moaned louder and grabbed my hair, pressing my face into her cunt. "Oh yeah, oh ... oh ... aggghhh," she exclaimed with every exhalation and gulped, swearing loudly and vocally. One benefit to the practice rooms was that there was a degree of sound proofing to them but anyone listening in at the door would know exactly what Sarah was experiencing. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach but couldn't stop, Sarah would not forgive me! I sucked on her button harder and pressed against her firmer, causing her eyes to fly open and to push her head back. Her legs began to shudder, and she screamed out crying loudly as my lips brought her to a quivering orgasm and her legs pressed against my head. She panted and squealed and then reached down to push my head away. "No," she muttered as I wiped my face and rubbed my hand on the carpet, before sliding up the floor to be in the missionary position. I put her ankles on my shoulders and moved my hips forward to slide my erect, and leaking cock into her sopping pussy. She groaned as I made contact with her slick orifice and it met no resistance as it slid in. She smiled at me, and closed her eyes, rocking her hips in time with my rhythm. Sarah squeezed my thighs as I powered into her unguarded cunt, but was whimpering and groaning with every thrust. "I love you," I whispered and she smiled. "Ahh God!" She cried back and gulped as her breathing became more ragged. She was tight, and it felt unbelievable; my heart was still pounding due to the taboo of having sex in a classroom that looked out over the playground – although we were well below the window line. We kissed as I pushed into her and dropped my hips slightly as I withdrew to change the angle slightly. She grunted and rubbed my back, but I was nearing the point of no return and screwed up my face. I slowed down to try and prolong the sex, but Sarah was just too tight with her ankles to high heaven and it felt so good. I grunted, and my testicles tightened; the pressure and tension desperate for an outlet. I tried to resist, holding on to my orgasm for as long as I could, and closed my eyes as I swore. With a final thrust, I held my cock into her and squirted several streams of cum inside her. Sarah sighed and gave me a wide smile. "Love you," she muttered and I moved in for a kiss. We stayed together, joined by my withering and leaking cock, for a minute, kissing and fondling as my body soaked up every last spark of sexual energy from our liaison. Sarah pulled out a small bag of baby wipes and cleaned herself and then me with a wet wipe that caused my cock to stiffen again. "Later," she teased and kissed the end. Sarah got up and remained on the right side of the room, away from the window, but I saw her there, her damp hair frizzy and messed up and pushed her against the wall, kissing her. I was dressed in just my shirt that I had not taken off, and she wrapped her arms around me to return the meaningful snog. We heard some laughing and tapping on the window and looked down to see a couple of Rhea's class coming towards the window; I had misjudged where I was kissing her and pushed her against the window and not the wall, displaying her bare back and rear to the Year 10 football class. I frantically pulled the blind down (why didn't we think of this before) and hissed at Sarah. "Quick." I tripped over putting my boxer shorts and trousers on, and slid my bare feet into my shoes, but Sarah had still not put her knickers or black trousers on and I just stuffed her knickers into her bag. We ran out of the practice room and took a different route, but I caught sight of Rhea and Becky watching in our direction and we made it to the Common Room in time for us to get dressed properly. We said nothing to Zoe, but Sarah moaned that she had "leaked" into her knickers during General Studies and I wrote her a love poem. It was a sickly sweet thing to do – and I knew I was opening myself up for ridicule, but it caused her to smile when I passed it to her. Zoe was still feeling rough, so we walked her home at lunchtime; Emma asked me some extremely pointed questions about Neil. I think she suspected that I was complicit in her daughter getting too tipsy, but Neil had bought the champagne and poured it – not to mention the dessert wine and coffee liqueurs. The rest of day skipped past; Sarah and I held hands as we walked back from town but had to spend the afternoon apart due our different lessons. Rhea teased us as we entered the flat. "Is that ... no that isn't ... oh it is Sarah. Sorry, I didn't recognise you with your clothes on and not pressed against a window." "Not us," I said instantly. "What's not you?" Rhea asked instantly. "We didn't have sex in the Music rooms." "Who said anything about the Music rooms?" Rhea asked, her eyes twinkling and Simon touched her on the knee. "It's OK. I've not told anyone," she promised and giggled at our blushing. "Just as long as Simon and I get tomorrow afternoon to ourselves." Sarah and I nodded; I had to clean the club. "Sure," I told her and offered her my hand to shake on the "deal." "Fuck off!" Rhea cried. "I know exactly where your hand's been." ------- I was just finishing the last of the tables when Mum appeared with two women and a gentleman. "Well obviously," Mum said, "I was planning to do this mid-afternoon. We can have everything on stage, the kids will get a drink each." She saw the look on the youngest woman's face and added, "Lemonade of course. And get a bag with the materials in. I can get some of my girls around to talk if you want." The pair looked around the space and nodded. "It's better than the little hall we normally have to use," the guy said and then turned to Mum. "And this would be funded by yourselves?" Mum swallowed some water from her glass and nodded. "Of course. We've always wanted to give something back to the Community," she sweetly said. "But Mr Jones suggested this fitted in quite nicely with our aims and what you would require." The gentleman took a deep breath and looked around. "I must admit," he said. "I've never been in. I was expecting pictures of naked women and all sorts, but it's very tastefully decorated." Mum bit her lip and the woman glanced over at me. "And clean. I mean we would need to clear it with our manager, but I can't see a problem. This room holds what? Three fifty? Four hundred?" Mum nodded and gestured towards the bar, offering the three representatives from the charity a drink. "You said you had over a thousand kids you wanted to offer these presentations and videos to, I would need to run them on different days. I have a bouncer who I will get in, and I presume teachers as well?" The gentleman nodded and then looked at his companions. I think Mum detected a desire from them to want to be alone for a moment, and said she would give them a few moments to talk. She walked over to me and asked if I was finished, and if I was, could I please put the lasagne in the fridge in the oven. I nodded towards the three suited employees. "That sexual health thing, you holding it here?" Mum gave a smile. "Possibly. It's a better venue, and it saves me money. The packs that they need to put together is ten grand, although I can put my logo on them alongside theirs." I gave a laugh. "So come here to learn about sex. Why not send your parents here for the evening?" Mum forced a smile. "It's a voluntary thing for your age group so I wouldn't get so smug." I laughed. "Ahh well. My mother spends all evening at the club anyway." Mum pouted and gestured towards the back door. "Go on, Rhea will be home soon, and I need dinner on. I'll be home in thirty minutes." "Sarah has football practice," I said, and Mum glanced over at me. "Can we have ours when we get back?" Mum reluctantly agreed and I put my cleaning stuff back in the cupboard before running outside and up the fire escape. There was the unmistakable sounds of Rhea as I entered the house; she had been home alone since 3pm, and presumably had Simon with her. The screaming and crying as Simon did something to her, echoed down the corridor, and I gave a smile – she had the cheek to moan about me. I walked quietly down the corridor and tapped sharply on Rhea's door. "Mum'll be home soon," I warned. "You might want to finish up." I heard some swearing from the other side of the door and then Rhea chastise Simon for something. I skipped downstairs and put dinner into the oven before running out the front door to meet Sarah at her football club. Sarah threw her arms around me the moment she saw me. The coach, a stout woman had Sarah do extra laps of the pitch as she was "out of condition" after Sarah had tired in the last few minutes of their recent game, and then had them passing the ball from one side of the pitch to the other. It amazed me, Sarah never made a mistake as pass after pass, at least forty or fifty feet, landed at her teammates' feet with unerring accuracy. Every time she kicked the ball, she glanced over to me and smiled. The weather was beginning to turn, and a few drops of rain had fallen, but she clearly appreciated that I had come to watch her play football. I liked to watch Sarah, she was a good player, but I saw a side of her I didn't usually see. Sarah was fairly confident normally, but on the pitch she was possessed with supreme self-belief and did everything in an assured way. She never even batted an eyelid as she danced around a tackle, or crossed the ball from one side of the pitch to another, just about everything she attempted, was executed with incredible precision. She was the best player on that pitch, and she knew it. By the time Sarah had finished, the drops of rain had turned into a torrent of water. I didn't see Mark and asked Sarah about him. "Amy said her mother had a new bloke," she replied, and I just shrugged; I would almost have uncharitably guessed that. I offered Sarah my coat, but she declined, and I had to get her to take it quite forcibly. She smiled as I slid it over her bare arms and she glanced at my moistening white T-Shirt. "Aren't you cold?" "I'll be fine," I replied quickly before my teeth started to chatter. I returned home with Sarah, who dutifully stripped at the bottom of the stairs and ran naked through the lounge (containing Rhea, Simon and Mum) towards the shower. Rhea gave me raised eyebrows as Sarah shot through and Mum joined me in the kitchen as I cut up some salad to go with the last of the lasagne, currently in the warm oven. "Hey, bro, how do you do standard deviation?" Rhea asked as I chopped the cucumber and I glanced over at Mum filling the kettle. Mum shrugged. "I missed that out of my education," she said with a smile, and I promised my baby sister that I would show her later. Mum waited for Rhea to leave the room and watched as I started on the tomato. "How's Sarah?" "Oh, she is OK. Training was good," I muttered. "Got some homework tonight though. Due in tomorrow." Mum gave a smile. "Well if your job is getting in the way..." "It's not," I snapped. "I just need to do it that's all. Time management I think they call it!" My mother chuckled. "I saw something I never thought I'd see when I got back home." I froze, was Rhea still having sex when Mum walked through the door? There wasn't shouting, so either Mum was relaxed about it, or they had already had their yelling. "Rhea was at the dining table doing her homework with Simon." I suppressed a relieved smile and Mum grinned. "Yeah, well it had to happen eventually." "I know, but I am used to having to bully her. She came home and just did it, with Simon. I'm amazed." I pushed my lips together to stop myself from laughing at my mother's unintentional double entendre, but as I was hunched over the worktop she didn't see or notice my strange facial expression. "I think I would be too." Sarah and I ate the lasagne, and I washed the plates while Sarah and Mum chatted; Mum certainly liked Sarah and there was no tension in the room. I knew Donna never actually got on that well with Ray's family, and it caused a degree of problems, so I was lucky that my problems extended no further than Rhea. I had some Economics work to do and blazed through it at the dining table while Sarah completed her Biology essay and by the time mid-evening approached Sarah gave me a wink. "Finished?" I looked at the last Economics question. "Yeah," I told her. "I can be." I packed my belongings in my bag and left it by the side of the dining room next to Sarah's schoolbag, and we hurriedly said goodnight to Rhea – still struggling with standard deviation and Mum, who had a night off work. Sarah and I embraced the moment we closed the door to my bedroom and Sarah frantically stripped of her outer clothes. I undid her bra while I had my arms around her and she unclipped my belt, letting my trousers fall to the ground. I ran my hands over her body and threw her onto the bed, throwing my T-shirt onto my desk, and she laughed as I jumped onto the bed alongside her. She took my erect cock in her hand and began to gently stroke it. I put my finger on her slit, and Sarah moaned as I circled her button with my finger. She blew me a kiss and moved her thumb over my glans. "That's nice," I muttered when the door opened. "Just one thing I don't get with this standard deviation," my little sister said as she burst into the room. "Oh put that tart down, you've no idea where's she been." "Rhea," I cried. "Get the fuck out." Sarah ran her hands down my shaft, and I groaned as Rhea stood in the doorway. "Well I can wait," she teased and then her eyes dropped. "I only need you for two minutes." "Get out," I snapped and Rhea slammed my door. Sarah took her hands from my manhood and shook her head. "Go help her," she told me. "We got all evening. And she'll only go and moan to Grace." "Sometimes I bloody hate her," I moaned; Rhea had interrupted my sex with my girlfriend for some basic Maths problem. I washed my hands and put my dressing gown over me but deliberately left my erect cock visible as a stark reminder that she had interrupted my love life. Rhea was unrepentant as expected and told me "to put the bloody thing away," which I did as Mum looked on from the lounge. I guided Rhea through the three questions she couldn't do and then looked at her, muttering quietly. "Can I go now?" "Yes," Rhea hissed and I returned to the bedroom to find a naked Sarah with her hands on my portfolio. "Can I?" "No," I panicked; there were naked pictures of her mother at a swinging party in my collection that Sarah knew nothing about and guided my playful partner back to the bed. "I'm not sure I'm in the mood," Sarah teased and then got very much in the mood when I offered to go down on her. I positioned my pulchritudinous lover on top as I joyfully sucked in her musky scent. She relaxed her muscles and her weight came down a little more on top of me, but she smelt and tasted divine. I always loved the experience of going down on Sarah, and she groaned loudly as I sucked on her exposed button. I ran my tongue up and down her slit as she leant forward slightly, and my hands played with her nipples and pushed up on her body to right her. If Sarah made any effort to conceal her orgasm then she failed as she squealed and screamed just as loudly as ever, her hips bucking and rocking as my tongue swirled around her button. I felt drops of our juices run down my face and soak into my chin and hair, but Sarah was gorgeous and fragrant. She leant forward to get a better grip of my cock and all I could see was her puckering rosebud; 69 does not give the best views! I worked my tongue over her clit and feasted on her crevice for her to have three more climaxes, each one stronger than the last. Sarah tried to move off of me, but I used my hands to hold her down and slid my rolled tongue into her hole; she squealed and rocked her hips. I felt so comfy and safe as I slid my tongue up and down her slick runway. She squealed and cried out, begging me to make her come. I knew she wanted me to suck on her clit, but I deliberately avoided it until she was almost crying. She leant forward and gobbled my cock into her mouth and sucked the tip with wild abandon. I cried into her shaven crotch and dug my finger tips into her thigh; it was an intense feeling and I was nearing my own climax in no time. I extended my tongue and wrapped it around her pearl and then put my lips around it, sucking it furiously. Sarah squealed onto my cock and slumped against it, as her legs shock and her body tensed. Her squeals were yells as her finger nails were wrapped around my thigh and I just kept sucking on her button. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but she was screaming in impassioned lust that I was causing. I pressed my lips against her clit, and her fingers gripped my legs again and her rosebud flexed. I could feel her muscles quivering, and her cries filled the room, even through her thighs that were pressed against my ears. She moved her crotch away from me and looked down at my sodden face. "Oh shit," she cried. "That was..." I moved forward and slid my tongue down her sodden slit, but she just laughed and moved it. "No, I can't." Sarah smiled and kissed the tip of my cock before sliding her hand down to the shaft and taking the tip in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. My breathing became ragged, and I pushed back in the bed, enjoying the expert blow-job that Sarah was happily providing. I sighed loudly as I neared orgasm and cried out to Sarah but, as usual, she just increased her pace and kept up with my bucking hips and bobbing cock. I felt the pressure in my balls intensify and gulped. I tensed my buttocks and gasped as I felt a pressure valve be lifted a few waves of cum be pumped into Sarah's teenage mouth. She coughed as I finished; I think I must have hit the back of her throat, but she swallowed and just sucked the tip of my cock. "Love you," I cried as another aftershock hit me and Sarah just giggled. ------- Ray tapped his fingers on the glass of the bus, and I snapped at him for the umpteenth time. "Calm down." He sighed and went to biting his nails and then fiddling with his camera case. We had taken the "other" train out of Aylesbury that connected our town with the main line at High Wycombe – a large sprawling town on the Motorway just outside London, and was now speeding through the lunchtime Friday traffic on a smelly bus with a dozen poorly dressed people around us. We were nervous as we both had all our expensive camera gear by our sides and Ray was worried about everything – he was in a strange town, surrounded by people he didn't like the look of, carrying his pride and joy in his hand and was about to start shooting for a sex shoot. My friend was a wreck! We reached our stop in the west of the town centre five minutes later, and I pulled out a battered piece of paper from my pocket; I had some rough directions and we strode into a small industrial estate, surrounded by vans, workmen and activity. The little unit my "friend" had rented (or bought) was unlocked and we nervously strode into the large room calling out for "Mike." "Hiya boys," a voice cried, and my heart pumping ten to the dozen spun around to see a bald man – easily in his thirties – dressed in a large T-shirt and shorts. "Come on through. You've got a change of clothes." "Yeah," I said airily and put my backpack down. I held out my hand to shake his and he stopped, giving a wry giggle. "Hey, we don't shake hands in porn. I know where they've been!" I muttered an insincere apology, but Mike knew I clearly didn't mean it and showed us through into the big warehouse. He had "decorated" it well and had on three of the walls, brightly coloured sheeting on the wall and floors, with an assortment of bare wooden chairs, tables and other furniture. He told me that he was doing a "WAM" shoot, but I had no idea what it was, and Ray asked what I was thinking. Mike blew air through his lips at Ray's question and hummed confidently. "It's for a sploshing mag. Got this off me mate, it's empty and got it for fifty notes." He shrugged and smiled. "'E's security guard. Girls'll be 'ere soon. Wifey's pickin' 'em up. We'll do custard pies in faces, gunge over head. Messy wrestling. Dirty spanking, that sort of thing." "Oh, like mud," I blurted out, thinking back to Abi in the mud wrestling pit. "That'll be cool." "No mud." He said. "We don't use mud. It's food. Been down to Cash 'n' Carry to stock up." We watched as he got his camera out and looked at us. "Olivia said you took great photos. I've done it before, but they moaned at the quality, and I made a shit profit. I'm 'oping you boys can bring 'ome the bacon." "No pressure then," Ray muttered, and I took out eight films from my bag. I had given Ray an overview of what I had done in the club, and with Holly at the Landmark Hotel, and while he heard but wasn't sure he was really listening. His eyes kept wandering to Mike who was setting up the first set with a giant tub of baked beans and a seat. Eight girls turned up a few moments later, and Mike's wife came over and took the camera from him. Mike then walked over to the girls and introduced us as the "photographers who'll make you famous." This was stretching it a bit, but all of the girls were in tight shorts or T-shirts, and they looked sexy. They also didn't look much older than us! Ray licked his lips, and I told him to put his eyes back in! The first scene didn't involve the baked beans, but he passed over two policewomen outfits to the two tallest girls – a blonde-haired girl who looked a bit like Ingrid and a half-caste girl with black frizzy hair (a bit like Donna). Mike called us over, and we started taking photos, first of all with them clean and then as they traded creampies and then poured custard over each other. Mike was in his element, directing proceedings and the remaining girls sat around watching as "Donna" and "Ingrid" coated each other in custard. I got "Ingrid" to sit in the chair and sit back, squeezing out the goo from her knickers and down her stockings while smiling at the camera, and Mike got "Donna" to coat her friend with more food. A redhead was then covered in a giant bucket of custard while dressed in a PVC catsuit, which collected in a paddling pool, which was then cue for "Ingrid" and "Donna" to join in. The sexiest scene, I thought was when a girl was naked, covered head to toe in chocolate sauce and then spanked over a schoolgirl's knee, but we went though so much food and both Ray and I slipped in the mess. Chrissie, Mike's wife passed the camera to Mike and joined in, gleefully stripping naked to get dunked in custard. She was a plump lady, and when chocolate sauce was added over the top she looked like a monster from the deep! I felt myself getting very hard as two eighteen year old school girls battled it out with baked beans, and little orange pellets went everywhere, hitting Ray before they hit me. I got some good "action" shots of the two, but I was surprised by the sexiness of it all. It was a million miles away from sex – there was some nakedness but not all the girls were without clothes, and there was no penetration, just plenty of suggestion. I found it more arousing than some of the girls at the club doing their photo shoot, mostly because every girl being messed up was doing so with a giant smile on their face. It looked fun, and I almost wanted to join in but knew that I couldn't. "Ingrid" was back from a quick shower and dressed in just cheap lingerie that was soon covered in green gunge. She had squirty cream sprayed in her shorts and then across her bosom before being thrown into the paddling pool of custard. The lighting wasn't perfect and the slick bodies certainly reflected the light in all directions, but there was an attractiveness to it; shiny, smooth legs, covered with messy gooey substances that just oozed sex appeal and sensuality. Ray smiled at me; he was enjoying himself and was talking to a dirty young lady who then hugged him when he put his camera down. I couldn't help but grin and used up my film as Mike brought the shoot to a close. Ray and I had managed our film use well as I had told him how many pictures we had to take and Mike told us of how many scenes were left. I didn't need a shower, but I wanted to change my trousers before we went home as girls ran back to the small portable shower in the corner of the room. I knew it wasn't cold water, but the heating must have been on its "last legs" as it was not overly warm judging by some of the squeals from the young ladies we had just photographed. Mike took the five rolls of film from me with the three from Ray and put them in his little bag. He had two from Chrissie that was now busy washing her hair in the small portable shower in the corner of the room. "Better be OK," he mused. "Mag said they'd take all the pics if they're good." I fidgeted slightly, but I knew they should be of a good quality. I had paid attention to what Olivia had said and had confidence in my work. "What's the deal here?" I asked as Ray joined the girls in queueing for the shower. They rubbed their naked bodies alongside him to mess him up and caught him disappearing between a pair of chocolate thighs and two pairs of custard breasts. Mike gave me a wry smile. "They're college girls," he told me. "Mostly eighteen plus but ... well, that's what they tell me. They look it, and I try not to ask for proof, but they sign to say they are. But they get twenty, thirty, forty quid for four hours work, they jump at that. And then there's you two at one twenty. Another hundred on sheeting and supplies. Fifty for the building. Furniture came from the tip. But I could sell these pics for upwards of a grand to grand an' half to mag. Maybe two." I smiled at him, and he rubbed his hands. "A thousand?" "Yeah," he said confidently and lowered his voice. "At least. And wifey wants to buy an 'ouse. Every little 'elps, as they say." Mike was talkative and as long as I helped him to clear up I could chat. Ray – now clean and dry - was playing with his camera and talking to a half-naked girl while I pumped Mike for information. I had spent some time around Neil Pollitt, Zoe's uncle, when we went down and learnt a lot from him as to erotic photography, but Mike was a small-time pornographer who made the small sums work. "Simply put," Mike told me. "Ya just nee' to work awt what ya margins are. I mean, we dain't do gangbangs and shit cos it's done to 'igh 'eaven by the pro's. We just do the niche shit." "And it pays?" "It pays big time," he told me. "Long as ya keep ya costs short and ya income long." I offered him Ceri's phone number, and he gratefully took it. I had no doubt that she would happily consider a photo shoot if it involved her being paid and Mike said he was always looking for new girls. I changed into my clean trousers before we were offered a lift back to the station, and we settled into the dilapidated minibus, both of us in between models – or "porn stars" to Ray – and made no attempt to be fine, upstanding young men. I tickled a long-haired girl who openly giggled and flirted while Ray was loud and brash; I had never seen him like that. "You have great knockers," my awkward friend told the girl who's lap he was almost on which caused a barrage of laughter. Was it any wonder he was single with charm like that? ------- Abi had promised us a particularly good film at the "Film Club" and there was an unusual amount of interest. Neither Sarah or I had heard of it, but Zoe told us that it better not be as bad as "Showgirls" and Ingrid had seen it and wanted to see it again. I was a little surprised that the four of us could fit into Abi's room along with my Scottish friend and her house mate. Sarah had purchased some popcorn, but Abi didn't have a microwave, so she had to heat it on the pan. The pan Sarah had put the microwaveable popcorn into had a spout (it was a milk pan) and I got hit by an incoming piece of exploding popcorn as I entered the room. Sarah was genuinely amazed by the popping corn, and hadn't put a large enough pan, so the lid rose above the pan due to the expansion of our snack. "This is so cool," Sarah shouted at me above the popping. "I so want to do this again." I left Sarah with the impending mess – I was acutely reminded of a fable called "The Magic Porridge Pot" only Sarah's tale would be the "The Tiny Popcorn Pan" but she returned into the lounge a few moments later with two bowls of slightly burned microwaveable popcorn. The Story of O – as a name – meant nothing to any of us, but we each put in a pound on the little pot on the television and sat down with a drink each and some popcorn. Angela came into join us just as Abi wound the tape back and I settled in with Sarah between my open legs. She rubbed her body up and down and was quite glad when Abi turned off the lights. We were at the back of the room so no-one was directly in front of us and I was the only guy in the room, but Ingrid and Zoe were sat together with Angela and Abi both having the chairs. It was a dark film and the first scene of "O" being told to remove clothes before going into the house, being subjected to pain and non-consensual penetration will live with me forever. Sarah gently rubbed up and down on my erect cock, and it was a powerfully erotic bit of cinema. I felt ready to come but stopped her; I did not want to ejaculate in front of Zoe and Ingrid, and settled on watching the erotic movie Abi had procured, and gently rubbing Sarah's nipples before moving to her slit. Sarah was exceptionally moist – and got considerably wetter as the film moved on and the experiences of "O" became more extreme. I was somewhat taken with the notion of handing over control of my life to someone else and lapped up the film, but couldn't do it as "O" did; it was too far! We were all transfixed, and I happily played with Sarah as I always did on Abi's film club. She was especially moist and gave muted groans I pressed against the clit. She was unable to do much as she was leaning against my body between my legs, and I had both of my arms across her chest, pushing her into me but she put her head back and tilted it to give me a kiss. I am not sure if Sarah did orgasm or just got very aroused, but she was quiet which was crucial and then kissed me as the film neared its end. "Thank you," she whispered and settled down against me. I let her "taste" herself on my fingers and then kissed her on the cheek, suckling her skin that caused her to giggle. "Is that your copy?" I asked Abi as the film finished, and we got up to stretch our legs. "Borrowed from Blockbusters," she replied with a smirk. "And yes, I could see you enjoyed it!" "It was a good film," I replied, a little defensively and Abi smiled. "It was," Sarah agreed. "So erotic and so..." "It. Was. Disgusting," Zoe interrupted. "And to see all that. How could someone do that to another person?" "Well that's the point," Sarah told her and then smiled at her shocked face. "Oh Zoe. You are so naïve." "I am not naïve," Zoe thundered, and Abi and I looked at each other. "You are naïve," Ingrid replied. "You thought Ray and Rosie would be together for life." "Yeah, and that Sarah and I were being immoral and unnatural." "Oh don't start this again," Zoe moaned and opened the door to the corridor. "You've watched a couple of porn films, but that was nothing short of violence and degradation and ... well I felt sick when she got that heated metal and put it to the poor girl. It made me sick." Sarah's eyes twinkled. "We could you know," she grinned. Abi allowed Zoe to leave the room and whispered in our ears. "Wait until the Summer and you can have a temporary one if you two get kinky," she said, so I was barely able to hear. "It's called a sunburn brand, and it's where you make the design you want on some paper and cut it out. Then just lay down with all of you covered up except for that piece in the Sun and just that bit gets sunburnt." We looked at her, and she shrugged. "We had long waits sometimes in the massage parlour. You talk about everything." I smiled, and we went into the open air. Zoe and the Scandinavian Ingrid had continued the row about the Story of O – it was one of Ingrid's favourite films, and I could see why; it was one of mine now. It was so elegantly done and showed in explicit detail the aspects of that culture. Sarah had a glint in her eye, but we were not going to be able to do much and we held hands as Zoe moralised. "I so hope we go to see Satan if she is going to Heaven," Sarah whispered. "It'll be more fun." "It'll be 'ot," I joked, and we said our goodbyes at the top of the street. Rhea crossed her arms and looked at me as we came into the room. "What do you think to 'sexy' as a name?" I spluttered and shrugged. "I don't know. What for?" "For our daughter," Simon added. They cackled at my horrified face. "Rhea's not pregnant, but she wants to call her first daughter 'Sexy.'" I frowned at her. "It's an unusual name for a baby." Rhea smiled. "I know. But it is cool. Because can you imagine during the Ofsted inspection when my daughter is trying to firebomb the school and they ask 'who is that?' and then then headteacher replies, 'oh she is Sexy.' They'll be locked up. And then there is the boyfriend thing. And all sorts. It has so much potential." I turned to Simon. "I so hope Rhea never has any children." "It's OK. I don't want any," Rhea said quickly. "Nasty, smelly, vile creatures. And you might end up with a little boy. Little girls are OK I s'pose but boys, eh!" "Looks like it's up to us for the grandchildren then," I uttered to Sarah jokingly, and she squeezed my hand. "Yeah, who says I want children?" Sarah smiled at me and pursed her lips. "It's OK. I do and I know you do." Her eyes sparkled and she squeezed my hand. "We could go try now, if you want!" ------- Sarah's assertion worried me a bit; I had not actually told Sarah that I did want to be a father when I was older, as in truth I had not given it much thought, but clearly Sarah had. I put it out of my mind; why was Sarah worrying about such trivial things at sixteen anyway? I wasn't sure how I would cope with young children and had had little contact with the little blighters but realised that if people like Mark could be a step-dad then I should have no problems being a Dad. I was road-tested quicker than I expected on Saturday afternoon. "Andy," Mum called out as she ran up the stairs. "Andy." "What?" I replied, worried by the urgency in her voice. "Andy," she cried when she saw me. "I need you to babysit." "Babysit?" I interrupted. I was a little concerned by her panicked look. "Yes, don't interrupt. Alicia's been injured. She's going to Stoke Mandeville." "Oh," I replied, my heart beating furiously. What did I know about looking after children? "Can't..." Mum cocked her head, and Alicia's two children – Lily and Charlotte – emerged from behind her. "I got to go to the hospital, Horace is away. OK? Stay in the flat and use whatever you need in the freezer." Mum looked at me for a split second and then ran back down the stairs. "Hi," I muttered to the scared looking children. They said nothing and a half-naked Rhea looked into the lounge from the dining room. "Hey, did I hear you were babysitting? Unlucky." I looked at the two children, they may have been twins but were remarkably different. "Do you want a drink?" They shook they heads, and Rhea smiled at them. "We have lemonade," she offered. Their faces lit up slightly at this and Rhea then added. "And chocolate biscuits, you just need to take your coats off and come with me into the kitchen." They looked at Rhea and then at each other, and the bigger girl, Charlotte, nodded and took off her red coat which I took off of her. Rhea, as it happens, didn't give them a chocolate biscuit, but the entire biscuit tin and I groaned. "They wanted them." "Yes, well an alcoholic wants beer but it is not a good thing to give it to them." "And a sex addict wants Sarah and she does give it to you," Rhea replied instantly, and I rolled my eyes. "What's a sex addict?" Lily asked, looking up from the kitchen, and Rhea grinned. "Yes Andy, what is a sex addict?" "I don't know. Perhaps Rhea could tell us." Rhea turned to them and shook her head. "It's naughty words, but I shall not use them in front of you. Even if my big brother wants me to. But he likes naughty words as he is naughty. Silly Andy," she cooed and gave me a grin. My bottomless sister, invited the two kids to play on the PlayStation, but they did not have the hand-to-eye co-ordination to play any of our video games and we didn't have any toys suitable for seven year olds. Rhea got up and looked at the video cabinet, scowling at it. "It's locked," she moaned. I shrugged; Mum did keep the video cabinet locked if she thought we had would watch inappropriate films (she openly admitted having some containing adult, pornographic or explicit material) and Rhea disappeared, returning a few moments later with a couple of small metal tools. I rolled my eyes, but Lily came over and looked at Rhea peering into the cabinet. "Do you mind," Rhea teased. "Tricks of the trade." Lily looked at me and I went to call her over, but Rhea giggled and got the seven year-old to sit down and listen. I went to protest, but Charlotte said she needed a wee, and I had to show her where the bathroom was, leaving Rhea to teach Lily some unsuitable skills. I came back down to Rhea gently guiding Lily into picking the lock, and there was a clunk. "She's a natural," Rhea proudly explained. "Even Simon spent longer on his first lock." Lily beamed. "Just don't tell Mum," I warned her and Rhea selected the first film she saw on the shelf – the Exorcist. I tutted, and Rhea then chose a more suitable film for our audience, The Little Mermaid. Our young audience loved the film, and as it neared its conclusion I located a couple of pizzas in the freezer and put them in the oven with some French fries. The two girls may have remained perfectly still and calm during the film, but the excess of chocolate Rhea had fed them gave them a sugar high as they sat down to eat the dinner I was providing and the excited chatter over dinner was enough to give me a head ache. I left the washing up for later and got out the draughts board, offering a game to the quiet Lily, who passed and Charlotte took me up on it. It was tough teaching a seven year-old strategy and the rules of the game, but I allowed her to win the first couple of games and then beat her to show her where her weaknesses were. Rhea teased me about losing, but she had found a bow and arrow set from when she was a bit smaller and was currently enticing Lily to shoot at her teddy bear perched on the bottom step of the stairs. "Be careful," I told them as Lily hit the wall and Rhea just cackled and retrieved the ammunition. I put my foot down when Rhea retrieved her claymore and gave it to the seven year old who's eyes lit up although she was barely able to lift it. Rhea supported it as she swung it and I told my sister to put it away before someone – most probably me – got hurt. Eventually, we settled down to watch another film, and I provided the girls with some popcorn, fizzy pop and a Disney video which we had to rewind (Rhea never rewound the videos when she finished with them!) As the credits finished, there was a cough behind us and Mum stood there with Alicia, her leg bandaged up. I saw her glance over at Rhea who hadn't noticed and Lily finish her can of cola, burp and then scrunch up the can. The television went off with a flick of Mum's hand and Rhea turned to see her, only for Lily to burp loudly again. "Ahh, a natural." Alicia gave a grin. "Teaching her bad habits, Rhea. She'll end up like you." Mum glared at me. "I thought I left you in charge," she said with an annoyed edge to her voice. "I thought that as well," I snapped back, and Charlotte promptly took four of my pieces. "But then you can't control Rhea, what chance have I got?" "Oi," Rhea replied. "I am not a rottweiler." "No," I said in a slightly aggrieved tone. "A rottweiler can be trained." Lily looked up at her mother and ran to her, wrapping her arms around her. "So what have you been up to?" "We watched a film, and then Andy made us pizza, and then we listened to music, and we played with bows and arrows and swords and then errr, we watched another film." Mum looked at Rhea. "I thought I locked the video cabinet." "And Rhea taught me how to open locked cabinets." Alicia burst out laughing, and my sister hissed at the little girl. Of course, Rhea still wasn't dressed, and her lounging on the couch was displaying all of her teenage attributes to our visitor; this did not go unnoticed. "And I want a big sword for Christmas!" Mum took Alicia and the kids back to their house and returned ten minutes later, telling Rhea off for picking locks and showing Alicia's kids how to do it, and then I was reprimanded for allowing Rhea to do it. "We only watched a Disney film," I replied. "And anyway, I didn't know she was breaking in until she was breaking in. And then it was too late." Mum gave me a withering look, and I used the pause to ask what had happened to Alicia. "Car. Knocked over crossing the road as we went for a walk. There was an ambulance just 'round the corner so was there is no time, but I didn't want to take the kids to the Hospital." "I s'pose not," I muttered and allowed our conversation to peter out. Mum came over and hugged me. "I know I dumped them on you, but thank you for looking after Charlotte and Lily. It is appreciated," she told me and kissed my cheek. She gave a groan and then released me. "But I am needed at work; don't be up too late," she warned and I watched her leave the room and go through the interconnecting door. Maybe having children weren't so bad after all, but only if they were kept away from their Aunty Rhea! ------- Abi and Sarah were both waiting for me as I unlocked the door to the club on Sunday and I looked suspiciously at them, but Abi just shrugged. "I've arranged it with Grace." "Arranged what?" "Nothing," Sarah squeaked. She coughed and gave a slightly nervous laugh. "Just umm ... well nothing much." "You're a crap liar," I told my girlfriend and then looked at my ex-lover. "Abi? What is going on?" "Errr ... you heard the young lady," my Scottish friend told me. "Nuttin'." "Abi, Sarah, you two can't lie." Sarah disagreed, but neither of them were anywhere near the Rhea standard I was usually faced with and then I stood in the doorway with my arms crossed and the key in my hand. "OK, I'm teaching Sarah to strip." "She can strip," I answered immediately and sighed. "Well she's done it before. "I want to learn from the best," Sarah told me and we heard Zoe's voice coming up the road. I unlocked the door and unset the alarm, telling the two to wait in the toilets and Zoe, and I would do upstairs together. "You got half-an-hour," I warned them, and Sarah thanked me with a kiss. "Did I hear you talking to someone?" My suspicious friend asked as I smiled at her. "No, just umm. Just my phone," I told her and held out the bulky handset from my pocket. "Mum asking me. Could we, err, could we start upstairs first." "Yeah, sure," Zoe replied as she came in and looked at me mistrustfully. I took a couple of deep breaths; why was I suddenly scared about talking to Zoe? I was doing what Abi and Sarah were doing, which is why I knew that they were lying to me. I grabbed hold of our extensive tray of cleaning products and grabbed both the hoover and the carpet cleaner, taking them to the bottom of the stairs and then carrying the vacuum cleaner upstairs. "Why did your Mum want us to do these first?" "Dirty," I muttered and then saw movement in the toilets. "And she said she might be popping in downstairs in a minute." "OK," Zoe muttered and I put the vacuum cleaner in the small corridor before retrieving the carpet cleaner. I heard the music come on while were in one of the VIP rooms and rolled my eyes. Zoe looked at me was a questioning look, but we continued talking about more mundane things – Ray's break-up with Donna the week before, Rhea's continuing relationship with Simon, Zoe's latest book or even just the music on the radio or the homework we had to do. I was vacuumming each room and then cleaning it with the carpet cleaner, and while the rooms were used, they were not dirty, and I had to use all my persuasion to get Zoe to stay until they were completely pristine; they were of a much higher standard than usual and even the lights were gleaming. Zoe shook her head. "Is an inspection due?" "Had it," I muttered as we finished the last room. Like last time we had an impressive array of lost property, including a card advertising escort services by Suzanna with a picture that looked remarkably like Cherry! We put the last of the items at the top of the stairs and made a loud noise as we started to descend the steps; I was hoping Abi and Sarah had finished and the music had stopped, but as the stairs swept around to the right and above the stage, I heard Zoe shout. "Sarah!" Zoe cried, and I looked to see a naked Sarah – except for some boots, crouching down and holding onto a pole as Abi directed. "Oh hi," Sarah called as she made a pelvic thrust onto the pole. "That's good," Abi said nodding. "Nearly finished." Zoe was at the foot of the stage in seconds and stared directly at her friend. "What are you doing? You can't be working here as you are too young." "Yes, I know," Sarah cried as she sat on the stage. "I know that. I wanted Abi to teach me for ... personal reasons." "Personal reasons?" "Yeah." Her eyes flicked towards me, and I smiled at her. Zoe groaned and stormed off towards the toilets. "I am doing in here, and I don't want to see naked people when I am finished." I looked at both of the troublesome ladies with a shake of the head, and Sarah grabbed her clothes scattered around the floor before I realised that they weren't her clothes at all. "Mine are in the back room," she told me reading my mind. "But you did well," Abi told her. "A natural." "I'd like to work here," Sarah mused. "I could do with the extra money." "You could get a job anywhere for the extra money," I replied, and she crossed her arms. "You sound like Mum. I don't want to get a job anywhere, I want to get a job at the strip club." I sighed, and Sarah crossed her arms. "Well I want somewhere where I can have some fun!" "It's not that fun," Abi told her. "Gets very samey. Same guys, same dances, same being felt up, same everything." "It's so much fun," Sarah cried. "I love it." I groaned; Sarah was spoilt at times. Working – at our age – didn't involve fun. It was menial work to get extra pocket money and pay for the things we wanted to do. The first step on the road to independence, but Sarah would continue to not have to work while her parents gave her a generous allowance. I was a little proud of the fact that I worked for my money and although Dad put a very generous allowance into my bank account each month, it did not stop me from working. Indeed, the majority of my money was earned, and Sarah was a long way from being able to say that! I shook my head and joined Zoe in toilets, who was moaning vociferously about Sarah and Abi; it wasn't my choice for Zoe to see them, but the way she shouted at me, she clearly thought it was all my doing. ------- "Why do you come then?" I asked Zoe as she ranted about the depravity of the Story of O. "I mean, they are adult films. You don't like them, so why come?" Zoe scowled slightly as we approached the top of Abi's road. "Well ... it's ummm ... I don't want to be on my own." "It's two hours. Just like when you wanted to see Titanic last year, and you went with Ingrid and Rosie and whoever. I didn't go 'cause it's ... well not my thing." "Well neither is Story of O and Beethoven and ... stuff." "This is a porn film. Debbie does Dallas is renowned," I told her. "It's full of people..." "I know," Zoe interrupted. "I just shut my eyes for those bits. OK?" I burst out laughing, as did Ray, Ingrid and Sarah walking with us. "Zoe, what will we do with you?" "Get her laid," Ray crudely said. "In fact, I'll do it. Change your mind 'bout sex." "Sleeping with one girl does not make you a sex god," Ingrid told him and he snorted. "Two actually." His crass and bold demeanour withered slightly when Sarah looked at him. "Rosie said you hadn't gone ... you know." "No. Ummmm ... not her. Katy." He pursed his lips and looked at me, and I shrugged. "The cute one from last week." "Oh Ray..." He smiled and wiped his nose. "She's the one who kept smiling and touching me." Sarah shook her head at him, but he just shrugged, clearly enjoying being the centre of attention. "Ah we swapped phone numbers, and she asked if I could take some pictures of her, so Mum and Dad were out on Saturday, so she came up, took some photos in the garden, developed 'em and um we agreed a price." I stared at his overconfident demeanour. "That's prostitution." "Yeah," Ray muttered. "Well it saves on having to get to know her. She was cute and nice but thick as two short planks. Who wants to spend time being nice to that? We had nothing in common really so quick photos, develop, she sees them as good and wants them so fuck in my room. I mean they were only black 'n' white, but she looked classy. Which she isn't." Zoe sneered. "That's so immoral and disgusting," she railed. "Twasn't," Ray uttered and smiled. "She could suck a..." "I don't want to know," cried both Zoe and me in unison. "And Ray be discreet," I told him. "Or you won't be getting many other girlfriends." Ray sneered, but Ingrid agreed with us and told him to be less candid. I was somewhat surprised at Ray; he was always a bit shy and a very calm person, but Donna had certainly exposed a wilder streak in him, and he was certainly keen to maintain it despite her departure. Ray needed a steady, calm girl to keep him a check – a strong figure who was fierce and uncomplicated like Zoe or Ingrid, but he was not going to endear himself to either of them by boasting of his overactive libido or chauvinistic attitudes. We arrived at Abi's flat, and once again Sarah did her trick with the popcorn, scattering popped kernels to the four corners of the small kitchen. Abi was rarely flustered but came back looking a little stressed after Sarah forgot to put the lid on the pan and covered half of the kitchen in the snack. We settled down with a small bowl of popcorn each, and Abi turned the film on. It was a lot more intense and erotic than Showgirls, the sex scenes were more graphic although the video was a little grainy. Sarah cuddled up to me, and I openly danced over her labia with my fingers. Fortunately, her groaning and mewing was quiet and blended in with the television. Ray was close to Ingrid and I saw him trying to touch her, but she resisted his charms much to my sadistic amusement. Zoe kept flinching and on more than one occasion I saw her close her eyes as there was a particular filthy scene – she was amusing if nothing else! My attention, however, was focused on Sarah and the film, and I wondered if I could bring Sarah to orgasm without anyone (apart from Sarah) realising. I waited for the "threesome" scene with Lisa, Ashley and Hamilton and applied pressure on Sarah's clit. My hand was openly down her trousers, but she had unbuttoned them to give me some sort of access and it was hot and wet in her knickers; she was either sweating, aroused or both. Sarah pushed her rear into the carpet and put her head back on the chair. Abi was directly behind us and I am sure she slipped us a glance, but I knew she would not care, and I began to circle Sarah's clit with my finger. I heard her breathing become panting, and her body start to writhe. She bit her lip and squeezed my arm. She pushed her legs together and sighed. I knew she was close to coming and took a number of quick, shallow breaths and screwed up her face. She pulled her pelvis into the chair and mewed before pursing her lips tightly. I could tell she was desperately fighting her climax, but I had a naughty streak in me, and I knew Sarah did not mind – she was a pure exhibitionist at heart. "Andy," she whispered, but I ignored her and increased my pace, pressing down forcefully on her pearl. She sniffed, and her legs shook slightly as her body tensed and her pelvis pulsed. I could see her screwing up her eyes and her face while her hand was clamped over her mouth. She squealed too loudly for comfort, and I instinctively coughed to mask it before pressing gently and withdrawing my finger. Sarah was panting slowly and had a smile on her face. She blew me a kiss, and we watched the last few minutes of the film. "Well that was another immoral film," Zoe told us as the credits rolled and we smiled at her. "It was advocating prostitution." "There's nothing wrong with a bit of whoring," Ray told her with a smile. "It's the oldest game in town." "It is so wrong. Think of Mary Magdalene and what the bible teaches us. She turned her back on it 'cause it was wrong, and she was forgiven. Prostitution is a sin, and it is wrong." She explained calmly but resolutely, and we looked at Ray who shrugged. "Sure, wasn't it also taught that those of you with unblemished pasts can throw the first stone? You've sinned too." "Yeah, like in the Summer," Sarah reminded Zoe who just groaned. "Yes I know," Zoe snapped. "But Ray, getting a girl to have sex with you solely so you will take filthy pictures of her, it isn't right." "Why? She was a shit fuck, so it all evens out. And as you said, throw the first stone when you are sinless." "I am not throwing stones," Zoe told him with a scowl. "I just think getting a girl into bed as a trade demeans sex and it demeans you." "Really?" Ray asked with a smirk. "Listen, every girl's got their price." "I haven't," Zoe interrupted him, and Ray scoffed. "A thousand pounds?" Zoe shook her head, and Ray raised his eyebrows. "Two thousand? Hundred thousand? A million? It doesn't matter. Every bird has their price, and I met Katy's." "So what's your price for taking a cock up your backside?" Ingrid asked him, and Ray's face dropped slightly. "Every guy must have a price." "I don't know," Ray told her. "Maybe ... OK, I don't know. I'll have one," he said airily. "But I haven't worked it out." Angela patted Ray on the head. "He may be a bit of an arrogant prick with it, but he's right. Every guy and every gal have their price." Zoe crossed her arms as Ray crowed and then patted Zoe on the knee. "So what's your price for a date then, gorgeous?" "She's too expensive for you," I replied for my blonde friend and Zoe nodded. "Quite right." Sarah and I got up and opened the curtains which the rest of the visitors took as their cue to leave. Angela smiled as Ray and Zoe continued their frantic discussion as they left the room and looked at me. "You and Abi aren't blameless in that department," I teased. "But Zoe doesn't know that." Abi cocked her head. "Does she know all what you have done?" "Hell no," Sarah answered for me. "Not a chance. Not even I know what he's been up to!" Which was something I was quite grateful for. ------- I knocked on the door of Sarah's house at Saturday lunchtime having started the club with Zoe at the break of dawn. She was going away overnight to a religious happy-clappy camp and wouldn't be home until 5pm on Sunday, when we would clean it again (although I would start at 3pm and have it half done by the time she arrived.) "She's not dressed," her mother told me as I was let in. "Had a shower after football but not got dressed. But then you like it like that." I blushed as she cackled at me. "Are you telling me that any guy wouldn't?" She smiled and shook her head at me. "It's OK. I'm only teasing. She's upstairs." I nodded in thanks and started walking up her stairs only for to call out to me. "I hear a friend of yours has been teaching my daughter how to do stripteases," Angela asked and I bit my lip, blushing a bit more. "Ahhh ... well they sort of arranged that themselves." Angela's expression burst into a smile. "You know. When I met you, I thought you were a delightful lad with good intentions." I hesitated. "And now?" She wiped her mouth. "I think you two get away with far too much," she told me. "You two are only sixteen, but you seem to forget that! But I ain't going to lecture. Just be careful where you let her go stripping!" "Do you think I can control her?" I asked, and Angela licked her lips and nodded. "I didn't set her up for the lessons; she did that herself!" "I think you both have more control over each other than you realise," she told me quite cryptically and then smiled. "And Grace thinks so too." I shook my head, going to respond to the admission that Angela and Mum had been talking about us, but she chortled to herself and went back into her room. I hesitated outside Sarah's door. I wasn't certain if I wanted to burst in and see her naked or be a gentleman and knock. In the end, I decided that it would be better to allow my girlfriend to keep her dignity and knocked loudly on the door only for Sarah to call me in. She was naked, except for a pair of rainbow coloured socks and a sunhat. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking at the many piles of clothes on the bed. "Sorting out my clothes." She told me and put the sunhat onto the bed in a particular pile before smiling at me. She must have gotten out the shower recently as her hair was slightly damp and was still frizzy and uncontrollable. "So ... what does sorting out clothes mean?" I asked as I kissed her and then put my bag down on the spare bit of floor. I cupped her buttocks and the exhibitionist licked her lips and went back to her open wardrobe. "I have so much shit," she moaned and took out a gray pinafore dress. "I mean, what was I on when I bought this?" She flung it over to the pile by the door and then took out another dress – this time blue. "Wear it," I told her, and she groaned before trying it on and saying it didn't suit her. It was long and flowing, much like Abi's green dress, and I shook my head. "It's fine." "Oh it isn't," she cried and wrapped her hands underneath it and threw it onto another pile next to me. "It's for Jodie." Sarah also disliked a skirt that was too long (it reached her knees), a blouse that had one button missing and a T-Shirt that had a band that was now unfashionable on it; these too went in the donate or bin piles. "And this," Sarah cried, holding out a pair of denim dungarees. "What was I thinking of?" "Wear them," I told her, and she threw them over me onto another pile. I caught them and gave them back to her. "Try them on." "Why?" Sarah asked, her head cocked and her body language exuding annoyance. "Cause you'll look nice," I told her and she scoffed throwing them back on the pile. I reached over, caught them and she scowled. "Andy, they are horrible. I can't believe I ever bought them and wore them. Now..." "Try them on," I told her. "They are sexy." "They are not," Sarah repeated and I had to remind her of Felicity Kendall. Eventually, she relented and put them on so that she was naked underneath. I helped her fasten the straps and she looked in the mirror making a sneering sound. "They are so ... babyish." "They are fun," I told her and slid my hands underneath the straps to reach her nipples and touched them gently. She sighed and gasped, biting her lip as she watched me in the mirror playing with her. She took a few deep breaths as I nibbled on her ear and kissed her neck. "You're sexy in anything," I whispered. "But dungarees suits you, don't they?" She took a few quick breaths and gulped, shaking her head but I used my hand to explore her chest and her body while kissing her. "Don't they?" "Oh God ... if you say so," she muttered, and I put my hand inside her bottom half. "Later," she whispered. "Please. I can't come in dungarees," she begged, but I laughed at her and pushed my hand lower. I had to bow my head slightly but reached her waist, where the clothes were tightest and touched her clit. "Andy," she begged, but made no effort to stop me as I touched her pearl and began to apply pressure. She was wet and horny and although she denied it, I could have whipped open her overalls and bent her over her desk, and she would have happily taken my erect manhood. I wanted to have sex on the bed, and this was impossible with her piles of clothes, so I was going to torment her in unfashionable clothes. Instead, I pushed against her little button and watched as she screwed up her face and looked up and the ceiling, allowing me to kiss her neck. Her groans were loud and audible, and she parted her legs to allow me better access. Standing up and playing with her was a wholly different sensation for both of us, but Sarah was happy to lean back a little as I fingered her towards her orgasm. I recognised the usual ragged breathing and crying out before looking up at her and withdrawing my hand. She put her legs together and scowled at me. "Oh Andy," she begged. "Come on." "You said you didn't want to come in your overalls," I teased and kissed her on the lips. She slapped me and pushed me against the bed and over her clothes. "That's mean," she snapped and took off her overalls and threw them towards me. "I'm not keeping them now." I tried to take Sarah's hand, but she was playfully annoyed with me and pushed me away, so I got up, grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her back onto the mountain of clothes, before kissing the tops of her legs. She shook her head and tried to resist, but the moment my lips made contact with her labia, her opposition died. "You're not really annoyed, are you?" I asked as I put her dungarees underneath her rear to catch any moisture before kissing her clit. Sarah didn't need to respond as I massaged her pearl with my tongue and then sucked gently on her engorged kernel. Sarah gulped and writhed under my touch and I moved my fingers to being aligned to her hole. Her body gladly accepted them and then I curled my fingers towards her ridged wall. Her body tensed, and her muscles quivered as my tongue wrapped itself along her slick runway and played with her clit. She rubbed the back of my head and stroked my hair as she lay back on her clothing mound "Oh Andy," she screamed as she neared her climax and her body tensed. I looked up to see her eyes glazed and her face flushed. I pressed harder against her wall and sucked hard against her clit. She squealed and gasped, grabbing hold of the clothes and bucking her hips into my face. She was ready to climax, and I squeezed her nipple with my spare fingers. I felt herself come as her loins shook and shivered around my intruding finger before she cried out loudly. She looked at me panting and pushed my face into her crotch. "Keep going," she cried but I shook my head. "Later," I told her and held out my hand. She refused it at first, but I guided my girlfriend to her feet and kissed her on the cheek. "If I wear you out now, they'll be nothing left for later," I told her and she screwed up her overalls and threw them into the corner. "It's my washing pile," she told me and then smiled. "But only 'cause you like 'em." I giggled at her and watched as she got out her next outfit - a black skirt and then went through the rest of her wardrobe. She had a PVC-style catsuit that she had bought the year before when in London with Kevin that I particularly liked, but at the end of it, she had two bin bags of clothes – and another bag of shoes to the bin – and another bin bag for Jodie. I am not sure if Jodie – Sarah's friend from the football training – would want to be a charity case, but Sarah was adamant that she would accept the offer in the spirit it was intended. These were clothes that were mostly unworn, did not suit her or go with any of her shoes, or other clothes. I did ask about the shoes in that she had the bottom of two wardrobes of clothes, but Sarah just shrugged. "Need that many. Each pair go with a particular outfit." I washed my face and hands, and Sarah put a nightdress on, and we took the bin bags down the stairs to go by the side of the bin. Angela came in and sighed. "You need to go shopping now, poppet?" Angela asked, and Sarah nodded with a grin on her face. "Well it will have to wait until next month," she told her, and Sarah crossed her arms. "But I've thrown out ... loads," she wailed. Angela sighed, and I squeezed Sarah's hand. "But you've got a wardrobe and a half of clothes," I reminded her, and Sarah screwed up her face. I could see Angela looking torn and pulled Sarah towards the kitchen where I made a pot of tea. "You could get yourself a Saturday job," I told her, but Sarah shook her head. "Don't need it," she replied and straightened her nightdress. I looked at her, and she shrugged. "I only get ... oh I can see what you are saying," she said with a snarl. "And you get money off your Dad so don't start." "I wasn't," I muttered with my hands outstretched. "I just said that you could get a Saturday job and buy your own clothes." Sarah scoffed. "Yeah, and I'd earn thirty pounds tops each day – that'll be half a dress if I'm lucky. I can't earn enough to buy what I want." I counted to three and didn't respond, but at that moment Sarah was extremely unattractive to me. If she disliked my temper, then I certainly disliked her sense of entitlement. She expected her parents to fund her obsession with expensive clothing, and I noticed all of her clothes came with an expensive label. Whereas most of my clothes were bog-standard, hard-wearing normal clothes that came without a phone number price tag, Sarah seemed almost to demand the very best garments her parents' money could buy. I couldn't quite see how to explain to her that she was wrong but in the end bit my lip and looked at her. "Let's go shopping," I told her. "Tomorrow. In Watford. I got until Zoe gets back at three." Sarah scowled. "But Mum said I can't," she moaned. "And I've only got a hundred in the bank." I smiled. "I shall buy you an outfit ... but from my shops. Not your fancy boutique places, normal shops." Sarah groaned, and she scowled and tapped the counter. "I know what you are trying to say," she moaned. "That I am some sort of immature, demanding, rich kid who just demands designer stuff that I don't need," she cried and waved her finger at me. "But I am not. I just like to look nice." I passed her a cup of tea and picked up another one cup for her mother. "You are pretty, you don't need expensive threads to look nice," I complimented her. "And the amount of clothes you have, do you really need any more?" Sarah's voice broke as I left the room to pass Angela her cup of tea and Sarah and I went into the conservatory to play a game of Scrabble. She wasn't annoyed at what I had said, but was certainly irritated by what she thought I meant, but I told her to try shopping in less salubrious shops and she just refused to countenance the concept. I joined her family for tea that Sarah and I cooked. She was still only dressed in her nightie, but we easily cooked a Spaghetti Bolognase that Sarah splashed onto her white nightdress. "I need to throw it," she moaned. "Tomato won't come out." I glared at her, and she shrugged. "It's a nightie," I hissed. "Who cares if it's got tomato on it?" She scowled. "It's ruined. I better change it and throw it," she snapped, and I took the wooden spoon from the pan and smeared it across her chest. "Now it's ruined," I told her, looking at her red streak across her breasts. "But you can still wear it." Sarah flapped her hands. "I can't, it's..." "It's fine," I told her with a grin and kissed her. Sarah's resistance melted, and we dished up. Her father made reference to the nightdress – both the red stain and the fact that her daughter still wasn't dressed at six in the evening while we talked. "We're out for the evening," Angela told Sarah, as my girlfriend cleared the plates away and dished a plate of ice cream each. I glanced at the imposing figure of Sarah's father, and he smiled at his wife. "Sure," Sarah cried out from the other room. "Away at Robert's," I whispered, and Angela blushed. "No," Angela hissed and looked at William who chuckled at his wife's panicked face. "He'll be there," he told me in a low voice. "But you don't know where we are going, do you?" I nodded at his firmness as Angela watched. "And we aren't staying," she murmured. "We'll be home very late, but we'll be home." I smiled as Sarah returned with a bowl of ice cream each and sat down. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Andy's sleeping here tonight," she announced to her parents and her parents looked at her. "It's OK, he'll be in the spare room." William looked at his wife, and Angela rolled her eyes. "And you, dear?" "Oh Mum, you know I want a double bed," she begged. "Well you want a lot," her father snapped and looked at me wriggling in the chair. "I warn both of you if Sarah gets pregnant they'll be hell to pay." Sarah frowned and sighed. "I'm not going to get pregnant. I'm on the pill. And anyway, what makes you think we're having sex?" "Because I heard you three hours ago when I came home," William told her and took a spoonful of ice cream. "Ahh no!" I cried and then shook my head. "Actually ... well..." I could feel myself blushing and Angela put her hand on her husband's fingers, squeezing them affectionately. "Leave 'em alone. Sarah is not going to get pregnant," she said firmly and glanced at her daughter. "She won't make the same mistake we did." She was quite pointed with her comment, but Sarah looked at her mother for a moment before being shot a look to tell her not to ask the question she was going to. I told Angela as we cleared the dessert bowls away that she was welcome to stay the night with her swingers as Sarah would be "OK with me" but Angela just laughed. "It's not Sarah being alone that worries me," she said and then licked her lips. "After a few hours bits of me get sore," she told me with a chuckle and then rubbed her face. "And make sure you look after my daughter!" I promised Sarah was in safe hands, and we waved away Sarah's parents at eight as they went to the "theatre." "Must be a long way away," Sarah moaned. "If they ain't gonna be back for hours." I hummed and kissed her, the red stain on her nightie now dried, and I pointed her towards the conservatory. We watched television for awhile – the usual desperate Saturday night fare was mind-numbingly tedious yet strangely watchable – but before too long even Sarah got bored. She gave me a grin and told me to wait for a moment, and disappeared. I thought she was going to the toilet, but there was no flushing and I waited for a few minutes until I reached the bottom of the stairs and called up to her. "You OK?" "Just getting changed. I'll be down in a minute," my beau replied. "Do you want any help?" "No," she squawked in a slightly panicked voice and I got myself a glass of water from the kitchen and sat back down in the lounge, flicking through the channels. I heard the staircase creak and looked up to see a hand come from around the door, and she turned off the "big light" in the room. "Sarah? Do you fancy..." "Sssshhh!" She hissed, and her ghetto blaster was put into the room. I smiled as the "Hey Big Spender" came on and realised what she was doing. Sarah strode into the room, her eyes staring straight at me and she flicked the television off with a flick of her hand. She looked fabulous – the tartan skirt and white blouse accentuated with some stockings and a pair of black high heels. Her hair was tied up and perched on top of her head, and she smiled at me, wiggling her hips as she moved to the music. I moved my hands forward to touch her, but she slapped them away and licked lips at me. She bounded around the room, filled with confidence and energy; Sarah was in total control and I gulped as she maintained eye contact with me and moved her hands over her body. She kissed her finger and then openly sucked it, pushing it in and out. She cocked her waist to one side and then spun around before sitting on my lap, grinding herself into me. I gasped and went to kiss her neck, but she got up before I could and turned to face me. She slowly unbuttoned the top button on her blouse, and then the second, slowly revealing a lacy white bra underneath. I was transfixed and I had seen Sarah naked or topless so many times, but she was so much more alluring when she was stripping; I made a mental note to thank Abi for teaching Sarah her craft, but Sarah was slowly unbuttoning her top – not rushing for anyone. The music skipped onto the next track, and I desperately wanted to pull out my manhood and play with myself or get Sarah to do something, but I knew she wanted to build up suspense and tension. Sarah spun around again and looked behind her, slowly allowing her top to fall from her shoulders. She blew me a kiss as the only thing I could see was her bare arm, but I was going crazy with lustful thoughts. I gulped and called out a compliment, but she ignored me. Sarah pranced around the room a bit more – her white lacy bra looking delightful on her before she waved her hips in a weird motion. I took some deep breaths and watched as she unzipped her tartan skirt and arched her back, allowing the garment to fall and then puddle by her feet. She stepped out of it elegantly and kicked her shoes across the lounge before smiling at me and putting her left leg on my seat between my legs. I reached forward to touch her, but she shook her head and slid her hands down her legs, taking her stockings with her. I could see the garter belt and knickers she was wearing, and she smiled at me as I watched her intently. She draped her first stocking over my shoulder and then the other stocking was removed in the same way. Her garter belt was placed into my lap and she smiled at me, dancing a bit more around the room. I was on edge, I felt a tension in my trousers and simpered as she sat on my lap, ground into my waist and didn't allow me to touch. She got up and put her finger underneath my chin to lift my eye line up from her crotch to her face before she unclipped her bra. Sarah dangled her bosom in my face, and put her hands on the wall behind me as her body swayed to the music and her teenage orbs touched my face. It felt heavenly and she pranced over to edge of the room before coming back and tapping me on the nose. She slid her hands all over her body and watched me intently, maintaining eye contact and made mewing sounds as her hands caressed her body. She openly fondled herself and I put my hands in my lap; I wanted to do that to her, or myself, but couldn't. She watched me as her hands slid down her slender body and tucked into her white lacy knickers before smiling at me and pushing them down to her waist. She kicked them onto the chair opposite and licked her lips. Sarah was happy to sway and move to the song until it finished, clearly enjoying the tension she was creating and desperate lust I was experiencing. She giggled as the music stopped and licked her lips. "So," she asked coyly. "How did I do?" I grunted, and pulled down my trousers, exposing my erect cock. "This well." She laughed and rubbed her nose. "It is good fun," she told me as I frantically removed my clothes. "And I really enjoyed it. Abi told me so much, and..." She stopped as I gave her a naked embrace and cuddled her, before pushing her onto the sofa. She resisted a little but lay down on the floor, and I just mounted her in the missionary position. She giggled. "You are excited," she told me, but I already know that. "I am not sure if I should sleep with a punter," Sarah teased but I lined up my cock at her entrance and pushed forward. Sarah was not super-wet, but she did not offer much resistance, and I pushed gently into her causing her to groan. She wrapped her legs around the small of my back, and I began to build up a rhythm; I was extremely aroused and desperate for a release, which I knew would not make me a fantastic lover, but Sarah had me worked up! I pushed forward and increased my speed. Sarah gasped and smiled, kissing me on the shoulder as I concentrated on ramming my cock into her tight opening. I needed that release, and I felt tension build at the back of my testicles. I grunted, and screwed up my face as my thrusting turned into frantic jack hammering. Sarah whimpered and I knew that she would not orgasm before I did, but it was her fault and I sniffed before crying out and filling her with my seed. Sarah waited as I finished and I panted and then she kissed me on the lips. "It worked then," she teased, and I nodded. "Yeah," I panted and moved my head back. "Sorry," I muttered. "Sort of didn't..." "I'm fine," Sarah told me and giggled. "I came earlier, you didn't." I got up from the floor and pulled her up, and we walked to the bathroom next to her room. She bathed her genitals liberally, and we kissed as we took it in turns to go to the toilet; it felt weird to be kissing each other on the lavatory, but I was in love with her, more than ever. In many ways, the day had been the best and worst of my girlfriend – she was fun and sexy but sometimes self-centred and unreasonably demanding. I was happy to enjoy the former but knew that I had to cure her of her materialism if she wasn't going to drive me up the wall! We settled down in the spare bedroom and Sarah turned off the lights, kissing me and hugging me. She "allowed" me to caress and cuddle her, before going down on her and probing her G-Spot relentlessly until she had her umpteenth orgasm. Sarah "demanded" doggy style as she came down from her powerful climax and I relentlessly pounded my erect cock into her soft folds while using her waist as a pivot and then slapping her rump hard. She gasped with every hit but was reaching underneath herself to touch her clitoris as I pounded my cock into her. I came for the second time in two hours, and we collapsed on the bed, a mixture of sweat and bodily fluids. "Love you," I told her and she kissed me. "Love you too," she replied and smirked. "And so does every bit of me." I laughed at her, but we had a quick shower, and settled down together in each other's arms, exhausted. I had set my alarm on my phone to wake us at around 8am, and we woke to find our clothes neatly stacked in a pile and a note on the top. "If you must do stripping in the lounge," Sarah read. "Clear up after yourself, you brazen hussy!" We both laughed, and I asked for the note to write a response, but I was somewhat grateful when Sarah refused to let me! I reminded Sarah of her promise – that we would travel to Watford and look in "normal" clothes shops and she whinged at me, but I was relentless, and a kiss on her downstairs lips soon restored a cooperative girlfriend. Wendover to Watford is not an easy journey, but there was a bus that went to Aylesbury and we then caught another one which went via every town, village, hamlet and settlement in two counties before reaching our destination. I was glad that I had awoken Sarah at a reasonable time as it took us until 10:30am to reach the shopping town of Watford and we disembarked. I had chosen Watford as it was not resplendent with posh boutiques and fancy little clothes shops and Sarah was forced to look at more moderate shops. At first she whined, and I took her onto a small indoor market that was full of clothes store. "It's really crap," she moaned and held out a polyester blouse. I conceded with her on this as a woman scowled at us, but held out a white crop-top that looked ideal. She held it in her hands, it was soft and then held it up to her, before agreeing that it wasn't "bad." In the end, I persuaded her to let me buy it, and it cost me a grand total of £2.50. We added a pair of slimline skinny jeans from the market and a red jacket from a shop above us before she found a beautiful cocktail dress in a shop closing down. I treated Sarah to two dresses, three T-shirts, a blouse, two pairs of trousers and a few pairs of knickers, as well as lunch at McDonalds and totalled it up on my phone. "So, how much?" I asked her, and she licked her lips and then looked at her bulging two bags of clothes. "Hundred and fifty," she guessed and rubbed the back of my hand. "And thank you, it's really sweet of you but..." "Fifty one," I replied. "Fifty eight if you include lunch." Sarah scoffed, but I showed her my working. "And this proves that I am right. Have some really expensive clothes for going out, but every day College stuff and cooking and that sort doesn't need to be top end stuff. And that way your money will go further." She cocked her head and glanced down at her fries. "Sometimes you can be so sanctimonious," she moaned with an irritated lilt to her voice. We finished our lunch and ambled back to the bus station, passing a pound shop on the way. I darted in to get Sarah her last "present" - a bright red apron – that caused her to laugh, and we kissed at the bus station, on the bus and when I left her house – just as she started hanging her new clothes up in her wardrobe. ------- "Where do you think you're going?" Rhea was stopped as she was about to leave the house with her claymore and was spotted through the dining room by Mum. "School," Rhea told her and tried to hide the six foot sword behind the back of her 5 foot 6 inch frame "I don't think so young lady." "Excellent," Rhea cried. "I get the day off school." She smiled at Mum who called my little sister into the dining room and asked her the obvious question. "'Cause I hate Mondays," she said in a deadpan voice. "So what I want to do is to shoot up the entire school, but as you won't let me have a gun, I am stuck with a sword, but I reckon I can kill half-a-dozen teachers before Parent's Evening. OK? Excellent." "Rhea!" Mum shouted and called my errant sister back to the dining room as she went to leave. "OK. It's for the school play. Year 11 are doing Camelot, and I mentioned I had a sword." Mum sighed and groaned. "Yes I know," Rhea said airily. "It's Camelot, set in the West Country, and they want a Scottish claymore. It's 400 miles out, I've said this, but the props team are insistent. I think they are useless, but what should I say?" Rhea spoke in a silly voice and used dramatic hand movements which made it clear that she knew she was being awkward. "Rhea, you are not taking a violent weapon with you to school," she said firmly, and Rhea chuckled. "Mum, I take a hockey stick every week, and you don't care about that." Her eyes sparkled. "And I reckon I've hit more people with it than hockey balls. Silly sport." I skipped past Rhea and shouted goodbye from the lounge; I had no wish to see Mum and Rhea row. Ingrid and I sat down with a coffee each and Ray joined us for a drink. He asked me if there was any more photographic jobs pending, but apart from a fashion shoot for Olivia's niece there was nothing on the horizon; his wish for a repeat performance with the mucky girls from Wycombe would go unfulfilled, unless he arranged it himself. "At least he is happy again," Ingrid whispered in my ear as I watched Rosie's expression from behind us. I never really quite understood why they split up – other than just two people moving apart – but Ray was always a quiet and thoughtful guy getting on with everyone and rarely being at the centre of a big group of people. He seemed to have changed recently to being more outward and chatty, and I wondered what Rosie made of Ray's new found popularity. My musings were interrupted by a warm pair of hands enveloping my neck and a warm mouth nibbling at my ear. "Hello sexy," I told her and leant back to kiss my girlfriend. "Hello gorgeous," she whispered and giggled. "I'm in that mood," she warned and I turned to see a pair of twinkly eyes. "Careers Library?" It was a hard life! ------- Scarlet embraced me as I entered the little café and I gestured for her to sit down before asking what she wanted to drink; she had sent me a text message (I guessed Abi passed my number onto her) and she had asked to meet me for a drink, which I was only too happy to do. I returned to table with a teapot of tea, two scones and a lemonade, and she sighed. "How am I supposed to drink all that?" I shrugged. "Said pot of tea, that's what they gave." "And scones?" She moaned. "I got a figure to maintain. Don't you know the camera adds pounds?" "Scarlet, you are so thin, does it matter about one scone?" Scarlet gave a snort. "So how did it go? I've not seen you for a month." Scarlet looked up as she poured about a quarter of the tea into a cup before adding milk and nodded, beaming at me. "Brilliant. My role got bigger, the director added a couple of scenes in. Not sure if it will make the final cut, but it was cool." I looked at her, and she bit her lip. "I was playing a prostitute, so I didn't wear many clothes all week. Well for a fortnight really. Dressing gown or naked. But Ben kept teasing me." "Ben?" She looked at me and held her hands out. "Ben Shymansky. You know, the really fit guy who played the Doctor in that wartime film. Nominated for..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at my blank face and she shook her head. "You are hopeless," she moaned. "But he kept teasing me. He played the romantic lead, and I was the 'other woman.' And I had a fight at the end." "So when's it out?" "It takes months from filming to release." "So Christmas?" She shook hear head. Six, nine, sometimes twelve months. Easter maybe. But I got an audition for some telly work next week. And I had one yesterday for a film." "Playing what?" "It's a mini-series about a lottery winner, but the film was about parent's swinging and I would play the girlfriend of the son. It looks so much fun." I looked at her, and she shrugged. "Yeah, there're some nude scenes, but I don't mind them." "It's good," I told her. "I liked seeing you nude!" Scarlet blushed a little. "You are sixteen, you like seeing everyone nude." "That is true," I conceded and watched as she wiped her lips from the cream on the scone. "But you seem well happy." She nodded and went quiet for a moment before telling me that Eddie was distinctly unhappy. "He keeps thinking I'm going to run off," she admitted as she poured her second cup of tea from the tea pot. "But I am not, I keep promising him but he thinks that I will. And I really missed him. I mean, we might not have been together very long but I missed him loads and spoke to him on the phone but he's ... well he wants me to be something I'm not." She rubbed her nose and took a bite of her scone. "And I don't want to lose him, but he just needs to realise that I really want a proper acting career and I am working hard for it." I took a deep breath. "That's a shame," I eventually replied. "I mean, Sarah already said she wants to work as a stripper before going to Uni – in the Summer holidays. I am not sure I want her to, but I'll just have to accept it if she does. But she's already got Isobel giving her lessons." "And what's wrong with stripping?" Scarlet asked with a wry smile. "It's the private dances you should be more worried about!" "Nothing. Well, I just worry about her at times. When she gets excited, it's like someone has poured Red Bull down her throat. She doesn't have the ability to moderate or take a step back." "That'll come with maturity," the actress suggested. "Everyone is like that a bit." "You're not." "You didn't know me as a sixteen year old. Sarah'll be the same and Isobel said you two were good with each other. And I saw it at her flat." I just looked at her, and she rubbed the back of my hand. "What happened to get you two together?" I recounted the issue with Kevin, the trip to the Lake District and then back home while Scarlet just smiled and listened; she was good at that and told me that I had the beginnings of a wonderful relationship which I already knew. I was somewhat amazed by how many people kept telling me this as if it was something that I needed to be told. Dad, Mum, Angela, Scarlet and Zoe had all made comments to that order and both Sarah, and I were blissfully happy, we simply didn't need to be told it so often. I also told Scarlet about Dad's driving lessons and my new photographic enterprises which caused her to bite her lip. "I am not sure your Mum would approve," she told me, and I smiled. "Of course not," I replied. "Of course she wouldn't. Which is why I haven't told her." Scarlet laughed as I poured the last cup of tea into her cup. "I have some pictures of you in my portfolio," I told her. "Gemma made me give her the ones I had of her when she became a teacher. I'd rather not get rid of the ones of you, but if you want them with your new career ... well I understand." Scarlet stared into my eyes for a moment and ran her hands through her brunette hair. "It's OK," she told me. "I am not worthy of Hello or OK Magazine just yet. And I trust you." "OK, cheers. Umm ... well if you want them," I found myself saying. "It'll be fine," I was told by the beautiful actress. "If I do make it then I won't have been the first actress to have done stripping and at least they are flattering!" I laughed, and we finished our drinks, and Scarlet grunted as we went to leave. "And Scarlet," I called as she hopped. "Your name's not really Scarlet is it?" She giggled. "No." She waited for the inevitable question, but it wasn't forthcoming. "But I like it. I've always been fond of it. And you don't know me as what I really am. You know me as Scarlet." "I sort of do," I agreed. "But I do like the real you. Very much so." She smiled and looked at the table. "I like you too," she said with a grin and hopped again. "Now I am busting," she moaned, and Scarlet hurried to the lavatory. It was her own fault: she did drink four cups of tea! ------- Mum opened the door and entered the room wearily; she had a tired, pained look about her as she did after every Parents' Evening – especially those about Rhea. "Why aren't you in bed?" Rhea snorted and turned back to the television that went off with a jerk of Mum's hand. "And you, Missy..." "Oh what?" Rhea asked. "Let me guess, some of the teachers are whinging, whining, moaning little..." "Rhea!" Mum snapped and pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket. "I am fed up with going to these and hearing nothing but bad things about you." Rhea shrugged. "Then don't go. I don't want you to and you clearly don't get much from it, so don't go. I don't want you to." "Shut up and listen," Mum barked. "Madame Dupois..." "It's French," Rhea wailed. "Who cares about French?" Mum sucked in air and glared at her daughter. "I got asked why you picked this language as you clearly hate it." "She is correct, I do hate it. It is a pointless language. It'll be dead soon, and I picked it 'cause I hate the German teachers. And the whole Nazi incident last year ... well..." Mum shook her head. "Well you do it properly. I don't want to hear tales of your writing assignments like you've been writing. And she said you haven't turned up to the detentions she's set." Rhea sneered. "Oh them." "Yes them!" Mum gulped. "Mr Rogers, Physics, refuses to do her homework, doesn't turn up and very uncooperative when she does." "Yeah but he grassed me up over Nathan. What the fuck did he expect?" "We both expect you to do your work. You are in school to learn," Mum shouted. "It's not good enough," she cried. "And Art, Mr Miller." "I didn't set you up an appointment with him," Rhea replied instantly. "You had no business seeing him. I didn't want you to speak to him." "I wanted to," came the response. "Rhea enjoys controversial pieces was the comment, and I now know about the painting you did of poor Lizzie Harper. What were you thinking?" "Oh mum she's just a slut. We had to do something entitled "lips" and everyone thought it was brilliant. Even Mr Miller said it was well done if not a little..." "Just grow up!" Mum shouted, a tear falling down her cheek. "You are at school to learn. Just ... and Miss Reid, your IT teacher called you a nightmare says you are the most difficult pupil she has ever known." "She is useless," Rhea told her, and Mum shook her head. "She is your teacher," she barked. "Show her some respect. And poor Dr Slaloh, what the hell were you thinking of?" Rhea shrugged. "Yeah well I didn't put the pigeon in the room before his lesson, and he can't prove..." She trailed off as Mum scowled. "Something about a question you asked." "Ahh shit. Yes! That. Well it was a perfectly reasonable question. If Jews circumcise babies then could it be seen as child abuse? I mean lobbing off little boys' cocks, that ain't right! So aren't all the Jews sex offenders?" "He's Jewish," Mum thundered. "How do you think he felt?" Rhea bit her lip and Mum took a deep breath. "Even the Chemistry lady, Miss ... Miss umm..." "Frobeyshire." "Yes her, said you were silly but clever, and she then said you were her favourite pupil despite setting fire to the gas taps and copper-plating her glasses." Rhea snorted. "Favourite pupil? I shall have to see about that." Mum grabbed Rhea by the shoulders and pushed her into the sofa. "Listen to me! Grow up. You stupid, little girl. That's all you are, a little girl. This is your education. You won't get a second chance at it. I had the headteacher tell me that you are going to get yourself expelled, and every teacher complains to her about you. She's had complaints from pupils, parents..." "Did she give you any names?" Mum raised her hand and slapped my sister across the cheek. "Shut up!" Rhea grumbled and Mum glared at her, tears pouring down her cheek. "This is your education, and I was asked about whether the lack of a father figure in your life was proving detrimental. Your baby behaviour reflects on me." Rhea gulped and went to speak, but Mum continued before she could interrupt. "It stops now. And what's this about the Governors?" "Oh Mum. I dealt with it," Rhea told her wearily. "I know. I heard all about it. Why didn't I know?" "'Cause I didn't tell you. I don't need you to fight my battles." Mum seethed for a moment and scowled. "Of all the appointments you made only Chemistry, Geography and Maths said you would actually do work." "Mr Hall said I was good," Rhea asked, and a coy smile came over her face. Mum's eyes darted, and Rhea just nodded. "Nothing about a field trip then?" Mum glared at my sister for a moment and rubbed her eyes. "I haven't finished with this. You are grounded, and you are definitely not going to the Christmas Party unless I start to see some real evidence of you working at school young lady. I have been told you are on report, I've got to go in every single Friday afternoon to check with the headteacher on your behaviour. How does that make me feel?" Rhea groaned and was sent to bed as she muttered the immortal teenage line. "So unfair." "And why did you have Mr Russell as the last appointment an hour and a half after the rest?" Rhea fidgeted, and Mum sniffed. "Almost as thought you didn't want me to see him." "I didn't," Rhea snorted. "I was told to make an appointment by him." "All I got all evening was how difficult and disruptive you are and then I speak to him." "Oh I know," Rhea moaned. "I didn't want you to speak to him. He is just..." "Very complimentary," Mum interrupted. "Said you were his star pupil." "He didn't," Rhea cried, her eyes widening. "I am not his star pupil. He can't have said that. That isn't fair. He's just so ... annoying!" Mum sniffed and wiped her eyes. "He did. I heard a lot about your homework," she told her daughter, and Rhea just snorted. "So why can you do it for him and none of the others?" Rhea gulped. "He told you about that?" Mum nodded, and she gave a coy smile. "He told me quite a lot about you. And that you are the most interesting of all his pupils. And does her homework." Rhea's eyes widened, and she clenched her fist. "'Cause... 'cause... 'cause he is so awkward. He..." "He has the measure of you totally," Mum told her with a feint smile. "So why can't all of your teachers say the same things?" "'Cause, I hate them, and I hate school," Rhea said firmly. "If I could burn it down I would and..." But Rhea didn't get to finish that sentence as Mum dragged her upstairs for a "damn good hiding." From my impartial position, it was thoroughly deserved. ------- Chapter 8 For the first few days after the Parents' Evening débâcle, Rhea was quiet and subdued; she took considerable pleasure in showing Mum that she was doing her homework, but as with so many things Rhea did, she turned it to her advantage. Rhea made great play of the fact that Simon helped her with her work, and it was a common sight to see Simon before they did their morning paper round, as well as in the afternoon – and often in the evening. They would work in the dining room for an hour before going upstairs to Rhea's room and I was certain that they were not always being academically productive. Mum was surprisingly relaxed about it, and I think she was secretly glad that Rhea was not considering blowing something up or getting herself expelled. In essence, she was doing what a teenage girl should be doing, although I wondered whether Simon's parents believed that he had run away from home; he can't have spent much time at his house any more. I did not witness it, but I became aware that Rhea and Mum had several chats about her school parents' evening, and Mum made Rhea write letters of apology to half her teachers. I know this irritated my little sister tremendously, but she did not moan about it to me; I had overheard her chatting in her bedroom to Simon. From what she had said, a lot of the letters were as stoic and as unrepentant as she could have gotten away with, but they seemed to satisfy Mum and the headteacher. My sister had also managed to persuade Mum that if she was being talked about when Mum had to see the headteacher every Friday for a "review" of Rhea's behaviour, then it was only fair that she should be present. I'm sure there was some logic there, but I also guessed Rhea was probably hoping to intimidate the headmistress if she was in front of her, and I also knew from when Rhea was suspended that this was unlikely to work, not that it would stop my little sister from trying! Mum left for work early on Friday, and Sarah had been dropped off at the flat at 7:30am; Angela had a significant conference booked at her hotel and was arriving to oversee preparations early. Sarah was, therefore, bundled into the car and had stuffed her school clothes into her rucksack. She had been driven in her dressing gown and nightdress and confessed she had put the flimsy garments on to travel, which surely boded the question, why she didn't just get dressed?! Sarah said Mum was not surprised to see my half-naked girlfriend on the door step as she went out, and Rhea was leaving to go to the newsagents, and Sarah bounded into my room while I was still half-asleep. Sarah shook me awake gently and kissed me on the lips before shaking her bare ass at me and walking out of my room. "Sarah," I called and heard the tinkling of wee hitting the pan. I wiped the sleep from my eyes as Sarah walked in from the bathroom, her hair slightly wet and her body glistening in the half-light. She took her nightdress off and jumped into my double bed, curling up to me. "Ooohhh," she cried. "Fresh sheets." "Yesterday evening," I told her, and she wriggled her hips. "I love sex in fresh sheets." I licked my lips and raised my eyebrows at her, but she just giggled. "You know I love sex, and I love you. And I have a spare hour. Course I want to get ... you know." She went coy and shook her hair. "And you took my out to buy me some clothes which is soooo cool. Hell Kev wouldn't even buy me the Hawaiian skirt, and you've bought me half my wardrobe." She went quiet for a few moments and looked up at me. "Mum thinks you are good for me," she admitted and then blushed. "And that I am good for you." "Does she?" I asked, fidgeting in bed and she nodded. "Oh yeah. Says that I am smiling much more, and she likes my new clothes. I like them too." I reached over and kissed her on the lips, snogging her passionately as our hands explored each other's bodies. It was erotic and arousing, and I smiled as I hugged her, holding her warm body tightly into mine as she gently squeezed my globes. We broke and looked into each other's eyes. I wiped the corners of her mouth, and she giggled and put her head on my shoulder. "I want to know," she told me. "What attracted you to me?" I gave an embarrassed laugh and hummed. "Well ummm..." I licked my lips as I thought and sighed. "Ummm ... I s'pose so many things." "Like what?" I felt her hands glide down my body and come to rest at the base of my cock which she squeezed slightly. "Well." "Ahh that," I told her. "Your touch." "But you didn't know my touch when we first met." I gulped and perspired as her hands clamped around the base of my cock and she twisted the shaft as it came up. "Well?" I sighed at her touch, and she just released her grip, allowing my erect cock to bob freely and danced her fingers along my chest. "You," I snapped, and she laughed at my heightened state of arousal. "Seriously! I loved," she told me slowly and danced her finger up my chest. "How you looked after me. How you walked me home and taught me to bowl. How I felt you were a great guy with a warm heart." I gulped. "And now?" "And now, I think you're amazing," she cooed. "When you want to be. But me, what was special about me? You had Abi." "I never had Abi," I replied and then sighed. "I don't know," I admitted. "Your smile, lights up the room. And you were always fun and exciting. Maddening at times. More like a cross between Rhea when's she being good and Paula when she's being exciting and it really excited me." Sarah giggled, and we kissed again. My hands ran all over her body, and she cooed appreciatively as my lips nibbled at her earlobes; they were strangely erotic for her. Sarah sighed and hit the "snooze" button on my alarm clock. "Come on," she whispered. "No time for foreplay." "I like foreplay," I moaned, but Sarah shook her head as my fingers found her moist crack. She pushed them away and then pushed me back as her legs came over my body and her crotch nestled against my erect cock. She used her hands to guide my manhood into her tight maidenhood and sighed as she slowly rocked back and forth; sparks of power shot from my loins and it felt phenomenal. Sarah smiled at me, and I moved my hands up to touch her breasts, but she grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them to the bed by the side of her. It felt fantastic to have Sarah on top of me, and she adjusted herself as she controlled the penetration. She groaned as she exhaled, smiling at me. "You OK?" "Yeah," I muttered breathlessly. I felt her release her grip on my arms and put her hands behind her so she could lean back and rock. I moved my left hand to her clit and began to circle it with my thumb. She took a deep breath and gasped, panting and crying out as her agitated body slid up and down my slick cock in a slightly weird motion; it was moving about inside her, but I couldn't see it go in and out like most other positions. It was weird but felt lovely. Sarah was crying out as she gulped; I was nearing my climax, and I think my teenage partner was too. I closed my eyes and groaned, my thumb working overtime on her clit while she increased her pace of bouncing around my cock. I gasped open-mouthed as my body shivered and shook. Sarah saw me and smiled, jerking her hips forward forcefully that cause me to cry out. "Oh sh--" I muttered and felt a wave of intense pleasure sweep through my body as several waves of cum were squirted inside Sarah. She resumed her gently rocking but was crying out herself as my thumb whirred on her pearl. She squealed loudly, and her body quivered as she came with a jolt and a smile. We looked at each other with wide grins and panted, getting our breath back. "Good morning love," I muttered, and Sarah laughed. "Yeah Good morning. I love my Kama Sutra book," Sarah said proudly. "That's got some silly name, but I liked it. And it's good for waking up, right." "Yeah," I muttered, thinking back to Abi's demands of "rough sex" in the morning, and my girlfriend with ruffled hair, just giggled. She climbed off me, leaking my semen down her legs and she reached for the empty box of tissues. "I've had a cold," I told her honestly as she looked at me. "I've not been ... y'know." Her eyes narrowed. "Mr Williams. If I find you've been up to no good..." "I haven't," I said honestly with a smirk. "You think my body has the energy for wanking when you are wearing me out?" Sarah's smile turned into hysterics as I made a silly expression at her, and we took it in turns to have a shower – our shower was not quite big enough for two! "Look," Sarah told me as I came back into the room and held out her new jeans and red T-Shirt that had a little rabbit on the front. "I am doing what you suggested," she pointed out as she held the T-Shirt I had purchased for her from the market. "Good," I replied and kissed her on the lips. She chastised me for daring to get dressed into "designer" stuff – the Calvin Klein boxer shorts drawing her ire – and to avoid any further claims of hypocrisy I changed them, but Sarah looked good in her outfit. She had a natural flamboyance that just radiated from her and could be dressed in a bin bag and I would still find her sexy. She didn't need to try so hard to be attractive, and I just loved her tight jeans and T-Shirt; it accentuated her figure nicely. We came downstairs just as my sister had arrived home from her morning job, and put her bag on the dining table. "What dya want?" I asked as I took out a third bowl. "Shreddies? Weetabix?" Rhea snorted as she entered the dining room and I passed Sarah a full bowl of cereal with a cup of tea. She took her coat off and threw it on the floor, before squinting. "Ricicles, with cream and strawberries, a yoghurt and a cup of coffee with Baileys and a vodka to go." I cocked my head and my sister grinned. "OK. Ricicles with a coffee please. And be quick about it!" I poured the cereal and added the freshly boiled water to a third cup containing instant coffee granules and some milk before passing it to my sister and picking up my own breakfast. Sarah was giggling and pointed to my sister's discarded school bag; lying open in Rhea's bag was a pornographic magazine, the lewd display of the well endowed woman prominent. "I had no idea," Sarah said pointing towards it as Rhea came back around the table. "Does Simon know or is this preparation for the threesome he probably wants?" I reached into the bag and held the magazine aloft. "Oi," she yelled running to me. "That's mine." "What the hell is it?" I asked, and Rhea smirked. "Oh come on," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Surely you know what they are." I sighed. "Is this from the newsagents? Rhea, you will get done for stealing. Just wait until –" "I didn't steal it," Rhea interrupted and scowled. "We bought it." "You bought it?" "I am not answerable to you," Rhea said firmly and picked up the magazine and bag, walking towards her room with her breakfast on a tray. "But you are answerable to Mum," I reminded her, and she stopped. Rhea looked at the inquisitive faces of Sarah and me, and just groaned. "Especially after the parents' evening, I am sure she would be very interested." "Simon and I buy them for a fiver a pop and flog 'em at school for two or three times that. OK? Now will you leave me alone..." I gasped. "But Rhea, that's illegal." Rhea smiled instantly. "Oh. Thank you." "That was not a compliment," I told her firmly and suddenly felt as if I was a parent. "When Mum finds out she will go ballistic," I added, and Rhea just shrugged. "And you are on report. Can you just imagine what they will say when they find out." Rhea's face was unmoved, and I groaned. "They are itching to expel you." "Look, we ain't doin' no one no harm. Mr Parker just lets us get on with it in the morning, and we can easily get them away and put the cash in the till. He doesn't see it, and he can see his stock shiftin', so he's 'appy. The boys at school, well they get tits and pussies as that is what they want. And I'm earning a bit of cash, Mum won't let me work in the club. Everyone wins." "This is hardly better then stealing the school test," I thundered, and she just held out her hands. "No one is getting hurt. And we cleared over a hundred quid pure profit this month. How cool is that?" "Wh ... wh ... why can't you just get a job like everyone else?" I didn't need my sister to answer that; she did it as much for the fact that she wasn't supposed to do it, than for the money. "I do have a job," my sister told me. "At the newsagents!" My sister was gong to get herself expelled, and I knew I had to tell someone, but Rhea made idle threats and disappeared to her bedroom. Sarah told me to lay off my sister as we walked to College. "Victimless crime," she told me a little sanctimoniously as we reached our College. "Just let it go." "No. 'Cause Rhea will be suspended, Mum will get upset, Rhea will get upset because Mum's upset. Not victimless." "Yeah ... but at least she isn't hiding explosives in bonfires or kicking ex-boyfriends in the nuts," Sarah replied with a smirk. "She's moved from one racket to another. At least this one just comes with a telling off and not a jail sentence." I sighed and pushed open the door to the Common Room, and walked over to Ingrid and Zoe chatting with Ray. "That's a nice top," Ingrid told Sarah the moment we sat down. "Is it new?" Sarah beamed and looked at me. "Andy got it for me," she replied and pursed her lips. "Oh, it's very nice," Zoe added. "And if Andy got it, I bet it was expensive." I spluttered, and she cocked her head. "I know how much you spent on two dresses." "Ahhh ... you see, that is different. I have some nice, expensive clothes for special occasions and cheaper clothes for messin' around in." I looked at Sarah and just smiled. "But it doesn't matter how much it cost, she looks great, right?" Zoe nodded. "Yeah," she conceded. "It's nice." Sarah smiled sweetly and looked at me. "I don't s'pose your generosity will extend to a cup of coffee and lunch? I've left my purse at home." I smiled and hummed. "For a kiss of course." Sarah put her hands on her hips. "After what you had this mornin'," she barked and then giggled at the horrified faces of Zoe and Ingrid. "Sorry," she muttered and I passed her my wallet. "And I'll be a coffee too," I told her and she disappeared off to buy two drinks. With my money. Suddenly, I understood Dad's comment of having to pay for a girlfriend! ------- I noticed the closer we got to Christmas the more excited some of the dancers – and indeed the staff got. Susie, who had asked for a new set of motorcycle leathers from her boyfriend was getting bouncier and more gleeful as time ticked by, whereas the likes of Juggs seemed almost non-plussed by it all. I couldn't say I was excited, or any more excited than usual; I had a girlfriend to buy for (like last year) who was going away (a bit like last year when Paula left on Boxing Day) and whom I was becoming increasingly in love with (like last year). I wanted more than I could hope to receive and would have Rhea winding everyone up, like last year. Christmas 1998 was going to be remarkably similar to Christmas 1997, only this year I was going to be allowed to go to the club's Christmas Party whereas last year Paula, and I had to make do with our own celebration in the lounge while Rhea fought with us for control of the television. Zoe was especially excited about the festive time of the year, and I was becoming increasingly amused by her; she had concluded that Christmas showed people what the true meaning of Christ was about and then got annoyed when I pointed out that all the festive holidays showed was that the human race adored materialism, decadence and lust. I got a kiss from Abi as she sat down and Zoe scowled at me. "It's just a peck," I told her, ignoring that it was a little full-on for friendship and Zoe just held her hands out. "Not my business," she muttered, and I was glad she recognised this; I could see Sarah ringing me up to shout at me for a kiss I didn't ask for or was expecting. Mum started the meeting with a clap of the hands and showed us the latest brand of "troublemakers terrorising the neighbourhood." "What, no Rhea?" I asked, and a handful of people, including Mum, broke into a titter. "If she comes here then she will be in trouble," Mum said firmly. "As will you, if I see you when we are open." There was a little bit of jeering and then Mum turned to the subject of wages – there would be around a 5% increase in wages from January 1st (this drew a loud cheer) and she rubbed her nose passing out personalised letters to each of us. After everyone had digested their new salary and a few people moaned – most notably Juggs as it wasn't generous enough – she turned to the subject of the Christmas Party, telling us the exact date, time, dress code, and that she had a surprise lined up for us all. I saw Zoe's eyes twinkle, and I just knew it would be a most unsuitable for her. "If anyone sees any ex-member of staff, let 'em know," Mum told us. "I'm not writing to them, but they're invited." I made a note to talk to Gemma aka Miss Edwards when I next saw her. I waved at Zoe as she went to leave and then ran to catch up with her. "Has Simon said anything to you?" I asked. "'Bout magazines?" "What magazines?" Zoe enquired immediately and she studied my expression. "No. Why?" I smiled at her as I thought; if I told Zoe about Rhea's money making ploy then she would have words with Simon who would be able to scare Rhea. This way, neither Mum nor the school needed to have any knowledge of Rhea's illicit scheme. "They are buying pornographic magazines under the counter at the newsagents and selling them on at a profit at school," I said calmly and Zoe gasped. She gestured with her hands. "You're joking. Please tell me ... I'll kill 'im," Zoe thundered. "Just ... don't tell him that it came from me," I asked Zoe. "And please don't tell Mum. Rhea's in enough trouble already." "I keep tellin' you, you need to sort her out," Zoe said firmly. "She listens to you." I scoffed; just, what planet was my friend from? ------- Rhea had, at first implored me to go and watch her referee her first match and then asked me not to go. I wondered if this was reverse psychology from Rhea or if she genuinely was no longer interested but decided that it would be amusing to watch my little sister officiate a bunch of ten year-olds and so after I finished cleaning the club, I wandered down to the playing fields where two schools were set to battle it out on a Saturday lunchtime. I was, I think, the only person watching who had no interest in the match and almost giggled when Rhea strode out in her black officials uniform. She looked so respectable; appearances were so deceptive! She beckoned the captains to the centre of the pitch and gave them a short lecture before tossing the coin, and the blue team (the home school and top of the league) opted to kick off. She smiled at the assembled crowd, nodded towards the two parents running the line, started her watch and blew her whistle. To say I was surprised at Rhea would be an understatement, she allowed the game to flow, and didn't show anyone a yellow card, let alone a red card. They were young kids, but an immature Rhea would happily have had the match descending into mayhem. The teams played competitively, but she "played advantage" when she could and didn't make a single mistake. I was mildly impressed and for a moment thought that the parents' evening and resulting fallout had improved her behaviour somewhat. However, Rhea being Rhea, meant that trouble was never that far away, and the flashpoint came midway through the first half. The home team's striker theatrically threw himself to the ground in the penalty box, and despite calls from the home school on the touchline, Rhea gave nothing. "Oi," a parent shouted towards my sister. "Oi. Wake up ref. That was a flamin' penalty," he bellowed towards the referee and he turned to his friend. "That's the problem, all these liberal do-gooders. Girls don't understand football. It's political correctness gone mad putting a little girl in charge." I closed my eyes and counted to three; I wanted to let him know that Rhea was my sister and that she was doing a good job, but realised that me starting an argument on the touchline would mean I would be the butt of Rhea's jokes for weeks to come. He continued his assault against her, by shouting onto the pitch whenever she came near him; his booming voice clearly telling her, that she was getting "all the bloody decisions wrong" and his catcalls echoed around the pitch. Rhea blew up as the ball went out of play and instead of heading for the players strode over to the mouthy parent, her eyes fizzing with rage. "This," she called out, holding the game's first yellow card aloft and pointing towards the car park. "This is a warning. Shut up and watch the game or I will send you to your car." The man grunted and stared at Rhea open mouthed. "You can't do that." "Watch me." Rhea yelled at him, and he spoke, his arms gesturing wildly over the pitch. "You should be watching the game love. That was a penalty, and that was a—" Rhea held up her yellow card to the second parent and then looked at them both. "This is your last warning too, you hear me?" I had to suppress a smile; only Rhea could turn up to referee a match and then yellow card the crowd. Sarah joined me a few moments later as Rhea sent off a parent and then awarded a free kick for diving – much to the annoyance of the home team. Sarah had been playing her own match just down the road and was muddy in her football kit – but she looked sexy and beautiful, and we kissed. "What's she doing?" Sarah asked as Rhea blew up again and strode over to the home team bench. I could hear her clearly as she berated the home team manager for jeering at the opposition's player. I would like to say that Rhea was measured and calm, but the language she used would make a Glaswegian army captain blush, and even Sarah pulled a face. "Bit uncalled for." I wasn't going to defend my sister on that charge, but the game progressed well until half-time, and she drew further ire for awarding a penalty against the home team and then allowing another goal against them to stand; I don't think she was wrong in her footballing decisions but I knew she was just storing up trouble. The home team's manager strode onto the pitch as he claimed handball for the second goal and Rhea showed him the red card, followed by their team captain (for protesting) and then two other players, for reasons I did not see or understand. It was not Rhea's finest moment, but she drew the half to a close as dozens of furious parents tried to argue with her. "You do know you've upset a lot of people," I told her but Rhea shrugged. "Really?" She asked. "'Cause they want to bully the referee?" I looked around me as people pointed towards her. "Have you got a vendetta here?" Rhea shook her head and then whispered in my ear as she left. "You mean that Nathan's father just happens to be the coach at this school. Never." I groaned, and dreaded the second half, but Rhea did referee it with some impartiality – but the home team were down to eight men and tired quickly. She gave them a last minute penalty, which was justified, but they still lost 9-1 and she left the pitch to a barrage of boos. "Shall we go home?" I asked her after she got changed, and Rhea shook her head. "'Cause I think you are about to be lynched." "I'm off to see Simon," she said gleefully and then looked at me and Sarah. "And I know what you two are going to do. But I think that went fairly well." "You think?" Sarah asked incredulously, and Rhea nodded. "Yeah. Dealt with all the silliness. And what's better, I'm their ref for next week as well." I groaned, but Rhea just smirked at me. "Oh come on, they bully the referees and get away with it. That's why all the other referees hate coming here. So what they don't like me? I've got thicker skin that that." "I think you're right," Sarah agreed with her. "Some of the abuse was disgusting." I spotted the coach of the home team striding over towards us and sensed there would be trouble. I was right as he barged past me and confronted Rhea, shouting at my fifteen year old sister. "I dun-know what you're playing at Missy, but that was a bloody disgrace out there! My boys are crying that room." "You're right," Rhea told the man. "It is a disgrace. How I was abused, harangued and argued with by your players and your parents. What are you teaching them here? Don't they have any respect for the officials? And diving in the penalty area. Not gentlemanly conduct, is it?" He looked at her with incredulity and pushed her in the shoulder. "Your performance..." He started, but I took umbrage with his maltreatment of Rhea and pushed him away. "You don't start laying hands on fifteen year old girls," I warned him, and he stepped back, clearly sizing me up. "I'm going to speak to the League Secretary on Monday," he warned. "This ain't over." "Excellent," Rhea told him with a snarl. "You do that. And I will be telling him of the abuse I suffered. And..." I cut my sister off from her rant and pushed her away before she could get into any more trouble. Sarah escorted my sister from the playing fields and away from the pitches before we doubled back on ourselves and headed for the flat. It was starting to rain and Sarah took cover in a shoe shop, before buying a pair with my bank card. By the time we got back to the flat, my bank account was down by over fifty pounds, although Sarah did promise to pay it back and we sat down to do our homework after she had a shower. We were still doing our homework in the evening, and Mum made us all some tea while Sarah phoned home and said she was staying at my house. I was always a little surprised at how easily Sarah's parent acquiesced to her requests on these matters, but I guessed they saw it as part of the growing up process; Sarah wanted to spend time with her boyfriend. It did sort of surprise me: they stopped her from seeing Kevin and disliked him because, even by Sarah's admission, they had too much sex. What exactly did Sarah's parents think we did when she stayed over? As dusk gave way into night-time, Sarah yawned and put our Maths homework to one side. "I'm going up to bed," I told her. "Don't be too long." "She won't," Rhea teased. "It's been two hours since she last fucked someone. Little slut needs it." "Rhea!" I snapped. "Leave Sarah alone." "Sure," my sister replied. "The moment you do." "She stood up for you at the football match. Go easy!" I snapped and bade my aggressive sister "good night." Sarah joined me in my room and slid into bed, discarding her fleecy dressing gown and waited for me to put my novel on the table. I turned to face her, and gave her a deep kiss, our tongues intertwined and our hands wandering. I smiled at her expectant face and felt a powerful warmth and contentment as I gazed into her eyes. "Your sister," Sarah muttered. "She doesn't like me too much." "Yeah, I know," I agreed morosely. "I don't know what you've done." "She ... umm ... well Abi reckons she's got a good heart and that underneath her bluster is a nice, sweet little girl." I snorted. "She's Rhea. She's just ... violent and twisted underneath." "She isn't twisted," Sarah told me and leant back. "I've just had your sister tell me where I am going wrong. She thinks I am only interested in what I want and that I don't care about other people, but I'm not am I?" "No," I said instantly but I could see where Rhea was coming from; Sarah was often quite self-centred or illogical when she got excited, and she had a tendency to have narrow-vision when other people's needs were concerned. I didn't find this attractive but on the whole Sarah was a sweet, lovely and beautiful girl that I loved. It was just a pity Rhea couldn't or wouldn't see that. "And you know she has told Simon that if he wants to propose to her, then she would say yes, but only after her GCSE exams. Otherwise, it would mess up her plans." I smiled at this; her exams were eighteen months away, but Rhea was already trying to dictate to her boyfriend what he was supposed to do around them. I couldn't see Mum being too happy at Rhea getting engaged to be married at sixteen. "Anyway..." Sarah told me and brought my concentration back to the present with a kiss. "I hope you are not too tired." "Very tired," I teased and yawned before turning over, but Sarah dived under the covers and blew on my semi-erect cock. I groaned and tried to close my legs away from her, but she put her hands to stop me and then engulfed my cock in her mouth. Like most of the male population, I love blowjobs and closed my eyes as Sarah's mouth darted over the tip and her hands spun around the shaft, rotating it in opposite directions. It felt incredible and I sighed, pushing my buttocks up towards the mouth of my teenager lover. She made suckling noises from under the covers and applied strong motions to my cock, swirling her tongue around the head and running it underneath the most sensitive parts. I gulped and moaned, and two little eyes appeared. "Tired now?" "No," I muttered and she ran her hands up and down my shaft. She slid up the bed to come on top of me, and we kissed, my hands running over her smooth skin and gripped her buttocks. Our tongues caressed, and she rocked on top of me; she didn't weigh very much, but she felt electric as her body wriggled over mine. She looked into my eyes as we broke from the kiss and she kissed my neck, smiling as she reached behind her and grabbed my erect cock. She slid herself over it as she began to right herself and I felt my cock glide into her slick hole. I grunted, and she giggled at me, rocking back and forth as my hands ran over her nipples. She leant back slightly and put her hands behind her for support. I gazed into her inviting slit and pushed her folds aside so I could run my thumb over her clitoris. She groaned, and her rocking – that was more of a twist – got more forceful and quicker. She gulped and cried out, her noises echoing around my room. It was incredible; I loved having Sarah – and before that Abi – on top, but her movement was steadily bringing me to the point of no return. I gulped and cried out, warning my girlfriend, but she wasn't listening; my thumb on her clit was bringing her to orgasm. I came first, squirting my cum deep inside her and simpered as I did, gasping for breath as my body shivered and the tension inside my loins exploded. I kept rubbing Sarah's button and she kept rocking on my cock; it wasn't uncomfortable, but I couldn't keep having sex with her! She gasped and grunted, her face twisting and her knees shaking. "Oh ... Holy ... Ahhh," she squealed loudly and gasped. I felt her cunt twitch on top of my cock, and her legs quivered alongside me. I gave her a smile, but she wasn't focusing on me, squealing and crying out as I massaged her button. We kissed, and she got up, my cum leaking everywhere and she smiled at me. "Shower?" She asked, and I gave a smile. "Yeah," I muttered. ------- I received a phone call as I finished my cleaning tasks for the day on my mobile phone and answered it. Zoe had disappeared to go to church, and I was packing the last of my things away when "SCARLET H" appeared on the display. "What's up?" I asked as I balanced the mop one handed while the other hand held the telephone to my ear. "You free?" Scarlet asked, and I grunted. "Yeah, why?" "I need to go shopping and don't want to go on my own," she told me and then sighed. "Eddie's got farm stuff to do, and I just need a guy's opinion." I laughed and told her that I was at the flat, and she told me that she would get Eddie to drop her off in Aylesbury, and we could take the train to London. I went to get changed into some of my smarter clothes and squirted deodorant in places I was not used to squirting cosmetics; I did not want to meet the lovely Scarlet when I was less than fantastically well presented but wasn't quite sure why. I guessed I already saw her as a film star or celebrity! Scarlet knocked on the door to the flat but Rhea reached it first and came with her arms outstretched. "A bird. For you," she said rudely. "But hey, at least it's not that slapper. And she looks pretty nice. You fucking her?" "Rhea. Leave her alone." I barked at my sister as Scarlet blushed. My friend nodded towards Mum, and they made a quick bit of small-talk. I got the impression Scarlet did not used to do too many shifts at the club due to not always being able to commit to the times required, but her recent departure had been on good terms as Mum smiled cheerfully when she saw her and they spoke warmly enough. Scarlet and I walked to the train station and bought a return ticket each to Harrow, chatting on the train. "I have been invited for dinner with leading director Todd Bryan as I've been shortlisted for a leading role in one of his productions." "Todd Bryan?" I muttered. "What's he done?" I felt guilty as Scarlet's excited face fell slightly, and I hummed, lying to cover my tracks. "I've heard of him. I just can't place him." "Sealed with a Loving Kiss, Robert's Mistress, Fire Down Below..." Her voice trailed off as she gestured with her hands. "He's one of the top romance directors in Hollywood. Well Britain, but in film." I smiled at her and nodded. "So this film's about what?" "Working title is 'The Ten Rules of Infidelity' and it'll be a series not a film. I will be mistress – or one of the mistresses. The main mistress, but Todd wants to see me, and I've been invited to his hotel for dinner on Tuesday with the casting director and I've nothing to wear." "Yeah, I remember Sarah saying the same thing," I muttered and then realised that I had been lumbered with two lots of female clothes shopping in the course of a few weeks. This must surely mean that I had offended some great god and that the cosmic order was grossly unfair, but Scarlet just cocked her head and smiled at me. "Well I am a bit short on elegant dresses and the like. I would ask Eddie, but he's busy, and I don't think he gets elegant. You know I found him ogling one of his farmgirls with dirty wellies." Her eyes met mine. "I mean clothes on as well as dirty wellies, but it just wasn't a sexy look." "It gets lonely up there," I teased. "On the farm." Scarlet snorted, and I was grateful for our train arriving at the station. The main shopping centre at Harrow was somewhat spread out, but we left the main station and walked into St Anne's shopping pavillion and out onto the shopping street. There was a myriad of little alleyways and I remembered the little jewellery workshop being down one of them at the end of the town, but Scarlet found a female clothes shop and started looking through the fabrics as we chatted. I hummed over some of them; I still had plenty of Christmas presents to buy, but it was too upmarket for my tastes, and Scarlet's purse. She found a lovely little red dress in the next shop, but it didn't fit around the bust. We spent a good two hours traipsing around the shops, but I didn't grumble. I did pick up the odd present for my family, but Scarlet was getting frustrated and annoyed. She knew that she couldn't afford any high-end designer fashion – and Harrow was not the place to buy it anyway – but she wanted to look elegant and sophisticated, and the clothes were not fitting or just too expensive. I did offer to put some money towards it as her Christmas present, but she dismissed my offer, and walked past the charity collectors rattling their tins, into a department store. "If there's nothing here, can we go to London or Watford?" Scarlet asked, but if Harrow was too expensive then London would be as well. I muttered this thought to my friend as she found a couple of dresses and walked into the changing room with them. She came back into the store wearing a long black dress and twirled in the mirror smiling. "If you want to play the part of a mistress," I asked. "Don't you want something more revealing?" Scarlet shook her head. "It's why it's called acting," I was told but returned to the changing room to try on a much shorter black dress that emphasized her body shape much more. I preferred this and smiled. "You sure?" I nodded. "It is my opinion that the shorter dress is nicer," I told her with a smirk. "Much nicer. I think it suits your smile better." "OK," she said with a giggle and looked back in the mirror, turning around a few more times and tugging it down. "That's why I brought you." Scarlet then emerged from the dressing room clad in lacy lingerie and did a twirl in the secluded corner of the shop. "Yes?" "Wow!" I muttered. "Yes, it's very nice. But does your underwear matter? I mean, it's just dinner right." Scarlet gave a tortured smile. "The first scene of the film is my character stripping for the husband. They might want me to do an audition. You never know." My eyes widened, and the half-naked Scarlet stood in the shop with her arms on his hips. "Well I don't know. I am just assuming they might. They probably won't but I want to be prepared. It's a really big role for me. I've never been up for a role this big." "Scarlet, you aren't going to his hotel to get fucked are you?" I asked as the middle-aged sales assistant appeared and she looked at me in disgust. "Yeah, sorry," I muttered as my friend sniggered. "I'll go get changed," Scarlet replied with a grin. "Before you upset anyone else. And for the record, no! I'm a mistress not a prostitute." The eyebrows of the sales assistant rose slightly and she turned away from us. "Sorry," I muttered, but didn't really mean it. ------- I waited for everyone to depart the room and walked to the front of the class to speak to Miss Edwards. "Andy," she called out as I approached. "What can I do for you?" I looked back at the door and sat down at the chair in front of her battered desk and sniffed. "It's ummm, it's the Christmas Party at the club," I eventually said and watched her tense. "It's the last Sunday before Christmas, the twentieth. Be cool if you were there." She spluttered, and her eyes flickered towards the door and back to me. "It's a little difficult," she said with a scowl across her face. "I don't work there anymore." I felt awkward, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I bit my lip. "I know, all the ex-employees are invited along with partners. It was in the, errr, in the team meeting. You did work there for a few months, and I said I would pass on the message." Miss Edwards slowly shook her head and pursed her lips. There was a finality to the look she was giving, and I felt more than a little annoyed with her. There was no reason for her to be cold and furtive. "I know I did, but I can't go. Not now. I've, um, I've moved on." "You sound as though it was a mistake to work there," I added with a scowl on my face and pocketed the pen I had been tapping on the desk. Miss Edwards shrugged her shoulders. "It was." I snorted, grabbed my bag without replying and walked towards the door, before turning back to look at her. "Was I a mistake? And Sarah?" Miss Edwards spluttered a denial and groaned. "Oh, I didn't mean it like–" "You did," I interrupted with a new-found confidence. "You think I was, don't you?" Miss Edwards shifted, and suddenly I saw not a beautiful, elegant teacher but a deceitful, two-faced woman rubbing her nose. "We shouldn't have done what we did," she admitted after a long pause, and I just shrugged. "Maybe not, but we did. But a few of the girls in that club I consider as friends and they are not ashamed of me, or the club. You worked there, Christine. As Gemma. You took your clothes off for money. I saw you. And I know about the tattoos and the one-night stands and the drugs and the–" Miss Edwards shushed me at my loud voice, and I just sighed. "I promised I wouldn't tell anyone here, and I won't. But you can't pretend it didn't happen." I said to the horrified teacher sat rigidly in her chair and walked out of her classroom, leaving the door wide open. Sarah asked me what was wrong as I strode into the Common Room and I took her outside to tell her, where we couldn't be overhead. Sarah agreed with Miss Edwards and said that I was a little enchanted with Gemma. This might have been true, but I certainly disliked Miss Edwards, she was hypocritical and two-faced. Gemma however was nice. Why couldn't we just be taught by Gemma? "Because Gemma doesn't exist and never existed," Sarah snapped and held her arms out. "It was an act." "Abi isn't an act," I told her. "Or Scarlet." Sarah snorted and shook her head. "Well they are," my girlfriend replied, and I felt like I was being patronised. Was it really that difficult for Miss Edwards to be like Gemma? The well-meaning, confident young lady who had given me additional Maths tuition? ------- "Oh she isn't, is she?" Rhea asked, looking at me over the dinner table. "She is such a fucking slut." Mum threw her fork down and glared at Rhea. "You do not use that language in my home," she barked and Rhea glared at me, hissing under her breath. "Sarah is my girlfriend," I told her calmly. "And she has every right to come to the Christmas Party," Mum added to me and Rhea scowled at me. "You are bringing Simon. Against my better judgement. I am only allowing it because Zoe is invited." "But she is so ... ughh. I hate her." "Well I don't." Rhea waved her fork in my direction. "It will end in tears though. She will blow you off and run off with someone else or screw some guy behind your back. She is a proper whore and..." Mum interrupted my sister with another lecture and I looked at my sister with imploring eyes. "Please, just be nice. I don't say anything about Simon." Rhea shovelled a fork full of the Risotto into her mouth and grunted. "Yeah well, he is boring at times, but he is not going to cheat on me, or make me unhappy." I looked at my bowl and then at my sister shaking my head. "And neither will Sarah. Please Rhea, don't make me beg, you don't need to like her, just tolerate her." Mum looked up and rubbed her hands together. "Rhea will be fine with Sarah, won't you?" Rhea almost howled in annoyance at being told what to do and glared at me. "Please Rhea. For me." "Bloody hate you," Rhea moaned and slid her empty bowl to one side, getting up and storming out of the room. I could tell she wasn't angry or exceeding annoyed, she just didn't like being told what to do, and I had applied emotional pressure. I guessed she felt boxed in, she could not refuse to as I pleaded; Rhea was always crabby when she was prevented from doing something she wanted to do. Rhea had disliked all of my girlfriends, or even female friends. My good friend Zoe was too prim and perfect, my Year 8 crush Lucy was too geeky and nerdy, Paula was too clever and wily, Sarah was too playful and energetic and Abi made me too soppy. In essence, Rhea would continue to find fault with every girlfriend I would have unless she learned that what I wanted in a girlfriend was not what she wanted to see in her brother's partner. Fortunately, she didn't get to choose; all she had to do was just be polite, agreeable and put up with whatever came with me, and this clearly wound her up. "I only care because I care," she offered as an explanation a bit later and try as I might I could not convince her that it was a bad thing. "OK. She grassed me up to Zoe 'bout the mags," Rhea admitted. "And now Simon's got cold feet. I mean, I don't want to work in a newsagent but it was the best way of running that little trick. But Zoe's put the willies up Simon, and she even threatened me. Can you believe it? Threatening me! Why can't you just find a girl that I don't hate?" I gave a sigh. "'Cause that girl doesn't exist," I told her with a smirk. "OK. Then fuck Zoe. Loosen the frigid, up-tight bitch up. Just stop being so blind with Sarah. Please. As much as I hate you at times, you're my big brother and I just hate seeing you used like that." I almost saw a hint of begging in her eyes, but she knew there was no way I was going to stop seeing Sarah; she simply meant too much to me. "One day you'll see that I am right," she told me, but she was wrong. I just knew it. ------- Ray and I had to travel a bit further for our last gig – Olivia's niece – who was doing a fashion course in London and needed to prepare a portfolio or her work to go with the catwalk show she was doing. I didn't really understand exactly what we would be required for, but we turned up at the pre-agreed meeting point in a north London street with no-one to meet us. I had offered to my friend that this was his commission, and I would take one film of photographs to his three. I was feeling a bit sorry for him, and his split with Donna was hitting him hard, although he wouldn't admit it. He hadn't told me too much about it, just that they had had several frank discussions and they had decided that he was not for her. What Ray had said to lead the firebrand and him to this conclusion he did not say and I did not ask, but he had been very up and down for two weeks – despite his dalliances with Katy. Ray initially refused my offer, but I knew he would get some enjoyment of what I had offered and he was a better photographer than me; our "WAM" shoot proved this. I had been through with him, exactly what I had done with the strippers as well as young Holly and he seemed as nervous as I was on my first photoshoot, and while he wanted to accompany me, he did not want to take the lead until I mentioned that it was a fashion student! I had spoken to Lucille and asked if my "photographic genius friend" could join me, and after mentioning that we would split any fee, she reasoned that she would "get two for the price of one" which was a "good deal!" The flamboyant Lucille arrived ten minutes after we were due to meet, flustered and erratically dressed. She had bright purple top, with bright orange skirt and then a bright blue tights and a bright red coat, all topped off with long yellow hair and bright pink nails. She looked like an explosion in the paint factory, but she held out her hands as he approached. "Sorry, sorry. I'm awful I know. Lost track of time." Ray smiled at her. "Lucille?" I asked, and she kissed me on the cheek and then Ray. Ray's smile got a lot wider, and she rubbed her hands. "I got a dozen outfits to do. How long have you got?" She whittered for a while as we walked back to her house – a small suburban terraced property that she shared with two other girls and one of the girl's boyfriends. The smell of marijuana was intense, and Ray coughed. Lucille immediately offered him a drink or "even a joint" to calm him down, but Ray and I both skipped the offer of drugs and opted for a beer. Lucille opened the lounge door to a veritable mess of clothes and videos with two students sat in the middle. I grunted something that couldn't be understood – I was nervous, and my heart was pounding. Lucille's housemates were warm and friendly; they offered me a spliff which I declined and then asked me about the camera and the shots we were taking. Lily and Zac looked like they were ready for bed – Zac was topless and wearing just his boxer shorts while Lily was only wearing a nightie, but they were curled in each others arms. I felt overdressed and out of my depth, but the two students smiled and muttered about "not having any lectures" when I asked. Ray wasn't with me in the room; he was with Lucille in the kitchen, but I expected him to take the lead and didn't interrupt. Lucille appeared just as I was explaining about Mum's strip club. Zac suddenly became intensely interested in what I had to say, but we were interrupted as my partner-in-crime with our host wanted to start. "Lucille's putting together a portfolio," Ray told me. "Got to have six to eight pieces of work in it from investigation to the real thing." I gulped and listened to him, and he ran his hands through his hair. "Was thinking of getting the items on the peg, close ups and the like and then it being worn against a white background and then outside." I looked out of the window. "Got to be quick; it's going to go dark." Ray gave a slight groan, and we chatted for a few moments about technical matters. Some of Lucille's work was "more intimate" but she had four outdoor items she wanted to include and ran off to her bedroom to retrieve them. It was fun photographing Zac and Lucille in the park with the fashion student's clothes on. I showed Lily how to use the camera and both Ray, and I got some decent pictures in the afternoon light. Lily was coy and shy, and I warmed instantly to her. She blushed easily and I had no trouble in flirting with her, but saw Zac look on as I did and eased back slightly; he didn't look annoyed or upset, just a little wary and I had no reason to cause trouble. Capturing the items inside proved more difficult as there wasn't a single room in the house with plain, unblemished walls. In the end, Lily and I got the largest and least stained bed sheet from Lucille's bed and held it up on the kitchen wall as Ray captured the clothes as they were being worn. I could see down Lily's tight and revealing top and she giggled as her boyfriend pranced about in the kilt-style outfit. I thought it looked ridiculous, but then I was feeling like I was from the Victorian ages, what with the liberal ways of the three students. Ray and Lucille were getting on well, they were directing each other and making comments, but there was a flirtatious warmth present as they danced around each other. It reminded me of my early days with Abi as they just didn't stop smiling with each other. I used up the last of my film on two outfits Lily was wearing, and Ray caught all the clothes, hung up against the sheet, focusing on a particular detail that Lucille wanted illustrating. We had to adjust the lighting and Lily, and I carried all the table lamps from the house and arranged them in a semi-circle around our photographic area! I could tell Lucille was a little anxious and grabbed Ray's hand. "Can we do the intimate stuff in my room." "Intimate?" Ray asked and smiled. "Sure." "It's just underwear and ummm ... well I'd rather do it with just one of you." I nodded and held out my camera to Zac and Lily. "I got a spare film. If you want some nekkid pictures I can do 'em and just sort out with Lucille 'bout getting 'em developed." Lily hesitated and I could tell she wasn't comfortable with it, but Zac nodded. "Yeah, sure kid." His girlfriend grabbed at her drink and giggled. "On the sofa." I was rather hoping to put the black-haired Lily into my portfolio, but instead she directed her boyfriend into getting undressed and then of obscene poses with his cock lying about. She would move in and suck it gently before arranging his prominent erection into a pose and retreating from the scene. I managed to snap a couple of her touching his manhood, and she even wanted some close ups. I eventually persuaded her to go down on him again and caught the moment as some pre-cum extended from her chin. It was not a perfect environment for photography, but my erotic photography skills had been coming on leaps and bounds recently, and it was a freebie anyway, just to pass the time. Ray returned to the lounge with a very big smile on his face after I gave Lily the photographic film and I was sat having a drink with them. "Done?" I asked, and Ray nodded. Lucille – now dressed in a psychedelic neon nightie – nodded and touched Ray on the arm. "I'd love you to come and do the fashion show next term," she begged. "I can't pay much, but it's fun." She winked at him and smiled. "There's a swimsuit and lingerie show. And I could make it worth it!" "Olivia's got my number," I told her, but she bit her lip. I suddenly realised that she was talking to Ray not me and sniffed. "And I'd pass on any message to Ray." "I've already got his number," Lucille replied and kissed him on the cheek as we left. She passed me the films and looked at me. "Could you drop them off at Olivia's on your way home?" She asked and shrugged. "I can go pick 'em up tomorra." "Yeah OK," I agreed and took all of the films from her. Ray was quite talkative as we left the north London flat towards our station on the Jubilee Line. We had to change twice to get an Aylesbury train and barely stopped smiling. "This is great fun," he mentioned for the umpteenth time. "It's awesome. Lucille is..." "She's out of your league," I replied, and he gave a coy smirk. "I got her phone number." He waited for a moment and then took a deep breath. "Actually she gave me her phone number. Wants more ... but how good is that? A five year old camera and some easy photos and I get to see girls like that naked." All I could think of was that all I got to photograph was the contents of Zac's shorts, and although they most definitely weren't going into my portfolio, it wasn't a wasted trip. Ray was buoyant and happy, instead of morosely depressed and borderline suicide risk that he had been since he had split up with Donna. For a friend like Ray, I would have photographed a hundred cocks if it meant it cheered him up! I walked to Windmill Street to give Olivia the films from the photoshoot, but she wasn't in and I left them with Emily. Olivia still owed me for the first two shoots that I did, and I got a phone call as I returned to the flat from her asking me to go and visit her the following day to collect all monies owed; it was an invitation I wasn't going to decline. Mum gave me an annoyed look as I entered the lounge. "Have you been talking to Gemma?" I thought for a moment and then blurted out, "Mrs Edwards?" Mum looked around the flat instinctively and then sighed. "Yes, her." I hummed. "Sort of." "Why?" Mum asked with an exasperated tone. "Because to tell her, she was invited to the Christmas party. But she didn't take it all that well." "Well she rang me up to ask me to remind you that her working here was supposed to be discreet. You shouldn't go shouting it at your college, she will get the sack." I groaned and my eyes narrowed. "I did not," I snapped. "I passed on the message. Discreetly." "And what time do you call this? 8pm?" "I know," I muttered and lied. "I got some dinner out." She sighed and grabbed her bag. "If you are going to be late home I like to be told," she snapped, and Rhea chortled as Mum walked through the interconnecting door, and I relocated myself to the kitchen to address the small problem of my rumbling stomach. ------- The last Film Club meeting of the term was actually the penultimate week of term; Abi was going to spend a few days the following week at her brother's house in Edinburgh and so she wouldn't be around. I had suggested to Abi, Sarah and Ingrid that we watch a less adult film and invite Rhea and Simon, not to mention Zoe. Zoe had still not forgiven us for the Story of O, a film that Sarah and I had both truly enjoyed and that had repulsed Zoe. I could see why, but found myself thinking about that film more than anything else in the few weeks which was something I could scarcely admit to Zoe, or Sarah. Rhea had gotten wind of the Film Club and had asked some pointed questions, suggesting that we were watching pornography and that this was being used a pretext for an orgy. I knew Rhea was teasing but didn't want her to voice her suspicions in front of Mum and her to start with the extremely awkward questions. Also, if Rhea was getting suspicious then Simon probably would have been as well, and this would only cause problems for Zoe. We, therefore, started a bit later than usual, after Simon and Rhea had finished school, and I passed round a few beers and glasses of wine as we settled down to watch a "classic" comedy of my choice. Dad often joked I had been gifted with good taste, but we all agreed on the film, and thoroughly enjoyed Monty Python's Life of Brian. It was one of my favourites, of course, but Simon, Sarah and Zoe hadn't seen it before, and although Zoe called it blasphemous, I know she secretly enjoyed it as well. Rhea cackled as we left the house and asked, "are you Biggus Dickus?" at a random boy walking past who jumped out of the way when he saw Rhea. Simon grinned as he watched the blonde boy tear off down the road and I squeezed Rhea. "You frighten everyone." Rhea smiled. "Cheers." I hesitated. "Look, I gotta go and see someone." Sarah smiled at me. "Who?" Faces looked at me, and I muttered. "Olivia. Photos." "Ohhh ... I can come," Sarah asked. I groaned. "Oh OK," I told her and checked my watch. "It's only going to pick up some money." I waited for everyone else to leave us and then stared at her eyes. "No naked people at all." Sarah pouted at me but took my hand and led me down the road; she reasoned that it was only fair as I watched her training and that was her hobby, whereas mine was photography. In truth, I didn't actually see it as a hobby, just as a way of making a bit of cash on the side, but Sarah wasn't completely wrong and we walked to Windmill Street holding hands and chatting affectionately. We knocked on the door, and Olivia eyed Sarah up with a grin. "Girlfriend?" She asked, and I nodded. "Sarah," my confident partner told her. "I know," Olivia replied curtly. "I've seen the photographs." Sarah blushed for a moment, but she welcomed us into her lounge and offered us a glass of wine, which we both took. "Nice pictures," Olivia told me and passed me some envelopes. "Heard about some guy called Ray." "Yeah," I muttered. "I did check before I went, but he's..." Olivia cut me off with a wave of the hand. "I like him. I can see his style." She lit a cigarette and offered Sarah one, which I was grateful that she didn't take. She seemed slightly in awe as Olivia and I talked and I knew how susceptible she could be to suggestion when she was like that. "Lucille liked him loads." I gave a grin. "Yeah well, they got on well." Olivia smirked. "I know. I saw the photos remember." I scowled slightly as I hadn't and then thought back to the twenty minutes or so when I left them alone at Lucille's request! "I do wanna know, why didn't you just do it?" I asked Olivia, and she snorted. "You know your way 'round a camera." "I like your style," Olivia replied, pointing the lit cigarette in our direction. "You have a real talent behind the lens, and you get some good shots." Olivia's voice dropped slightly. "I can develop, but I am not so good at taking the damn pictures," she moaned. "I ain't bad, but for a final year project it needs to be stunning. And you've done that." She took another drag of her cigarette and then asked me for some more details about Ray. She flicked through a lot of the photographs and showed me the odd few. A lot of Ray's shots that I knew of were "close-ups" of the dresses, but he kept them sharp and in focus. The WAM shots he did were clean and crisp, and Olivia asked me subtly for his phone number which I was happy to give her it. I got three envelopes – one of pictures for Ray, one for me and a third envelope with some money in it. Sarah asked coyly about modelling and Olivia rolled her eyes. "Not eighteen love," she told her firmly and I decided against telling either of them about the WAM shoot; I was not sure they were all eighteen, and I knew with Rhea's fake ID business and Sarah's lustful thirst, it wouldn't end all that well. ------- The College Christmas Disco – a whole month away from when Santa would be making an appearance – was being held in the big hall at the College, and we had "persuaded" Angela and Grace to allow my lovely girlfriend to stay in our flat overnight. I had travelled to Wendover to meet up with Sarah in the morning before we got a lift into College (this was a ridiculous amount of travelling, but we knew would get what we wanted if we both asked, and we had forgotten to do it earlier in the week.) Sarah's mum was quite taken with the thought of having the evening to herself and I waited until Sarah had gone back upstairs to get her bookbag when I chortled at the middle-aged mother. "And I promise, if we have to come home, we'll give you a ring," I said with a grin. "So you can ... make yourself presentable!" I had given Abi some money to get us some alcohol – a bottle of wine and some vodka, and at lunchtime I replaced two thirds of a bottle of Sunny Delight with the spirit. Sarah cooed appreciatively as she took a sip. "It's strong," she moaned, but we knew we would be stopped as we came into the college later with the vodka, and we wanted to take some alcohol for the "disco" to make it bearable. I locked the alcoholic cocktail in my locker as the bell rang to signify the start of lessons and Sarah grinned mischievously. "And Sarah," I told her. "Don't get too pissed." Sarah promised she wouldn't, but I didn't totally believe her. Sarah and I met up with Ray after lunch – none of us had any classes on a Friday afternoon, so we sat down at a small café as we divided up the photography money we had received – after I had taken the money out for what I had spent on films. Ray's eyes bulged at the amount, and Sarah teased him, but he was surprisingly resolute and unflustered, although I was still sure Rhea could make him blush if the opportunity ever presented itself. After wandering back to our flat, having some dinner and getting ready, we were back at the College. Unsurprisingly, we were told we would have our bags checked if we brought any, but obviously we didn't need to, and together with the flamboyantly underdressed Sarah made our way into the College. We got to the lockers just before the caretaker locked up the room and sat on a low wall outside the main building watching people come in. We had intentionally arrived early to retrieve the alcohol and waved towards our classmates when a few others arrived. "Jez and Jodie," Sarah said confidently. "She's coming and said she wouldn't wear underwear. Actually she said ... I am getting worried 'bout her. After what she said about Jez's dad. She is getting in way too deep." "I heard, Jez was telling me last week," I added; Jez and Jodie's unorthodox relationship wasn't public knowledge, but I had no doubt that the news of Jodie screwing Jez's Dad with Jez's consent, would not remain private for too long. "Rosie's coming too. And Paul and Karen from GS. Karen said she have the house to herself when they get home and if Paul was nice they might ... you know." "Why didn't I know this?" Sarah thundered. "I can so give that girl tips." "Because you left class early," I teased. "Yeah, to get to Chemistry," Sarah moaned. "Who else... ?" She hummed for a moment. "Ray?" I asked Sarah as she took a swig of the vodka cocktail. "He said he was coming. And he had a date." "It ain't Donna. She's coming here with Danny." "Of course not Donna. They hate each other. Who's Danny?" I asked, and she pointed to a dreadlocked guy making his way up the path with Donna towards the music in the great hall. "He doesn't go to our school." We watched most of the people arrive from our vantage point and called over Ingrid and her date, Chris from Amersham, as well as Zoe who arrived alone. Zoe gratefully took a sip of the Sunny Delight, and I deliberately didn't warn her how strong it was, causing her to splutter. "That's so alcoholic," she cried, and Ingrid put a hand over her mouth as she coughed. "Ssssh!" Sarah yelled. "Mouth like a fuckin' foghorn." Zoe's eyes narrowed. "You do know it's a non-alcoholic night," she moaned, and I gave her a smile. "And..." "And ... it's so immoral." "Don't start this again," I wearily told her and took the drink from my troubled friend. "What you need is a boyfriend. How about..." "I don't want a boyfriend," she moaned, and I gave a smile. "How about a girlfriend then. I know what you've been up to, our little strumpet," I teased. Ingrid and Sarah burst into laughter as I gave Zoe a funny look, but she didn't see the funny side of my joke and stormed off. "Testy!" I cried and swayed a little to the left. "Whoa!" "You have definitely had too much," Ingrid teased and took the half-drunk Sunny Delight from me. I tried to protest, but the tall frame of the Scandinavian beauty towered over me and snatched the drink from my hands. I was feeling unnecessarily candid and woozy and left Sarah to go for a short walk to clear my mind. I could not go home drunk to Mum; she would go mad at me, and Sarah and I did not intend to get totally hammered, just give us a pleasant glow. "Andy," Sarah cried as I walked back from my short walk. "Ray's here." "Oh right," I muttered and walked past Ingrid drinking from the Sunny Delight. "No. Andy, you don't understand. He's with ... a girl." I laughed at my drunken girlfriend. I saw Ray's girlfriend as soon as I entered the hall, as her bright yellow hair shone on the dancefloor. Her one-piece dress hugged her model-like body – and was an array of bright colours with a slit up both sides to beyond her waist. "Lucille," I muttered. "Who's Lucille?" Sarah asked with an annoyed edge to her voice. "How do you know Lucille?" There was an accusatory tone to her voice and I blinked, focusing in on my friend. "A girl we photographed for Olivia," I told her curtly. "But what's he doing with her?" "Snogging her," Sarah moaned. "And why can't I come to photograph the girls?" I sighed. "Because Ray is a bona fide master with the camera, you're not." Her scowl deepened. "But I want to see naked..." "She wasn't naked," I lied and then hummed. "Well not completely ... look it's complicated. And Ray did most of that anyway." "He's definitely got in her good books," Sarah told me with a snort; Sarah didn't like being upstaged and Lucille with her brightly coloured everything and beautiful body was turning every head in the room. "Are they fake tits?" "How do I know?" I snapped a little wearily. "They aren't that big." Sarah simpered, and I glanced at Ray's companion. "I've seen her in underwear and ... well you know. And they aren't that big." "Bet she's got chicken fillets then." I sighed at her rampant jealousy, but Sarah didn't hear, and I grabbed her by the wrist and took her onto the dancefloor. I was no better than I was in Lancaster (and was fairly drunk then) but watched as Sarah's dress rode up as she spun around. We got a few glances as we danced and then went outside again to find our cocktail. Ingrid had nearly finished it, and Sarah and I got a last few swigs in before Chris drained the bottle. "You're my best friend," Ingrid told Sarah in a drunken voice and both Chris and I looked at each other. "I can take her back to her house," Chris moaned as he read my mind. "But I'm too drunk to drive. I gotta leave my car here." "Back to yours?" "I live in Amersham," he moaned, but Sarah convinced him to leave before any teachers saw Ingrid drunk and her parents was called. Ingrid moaned vociferously at this, but Sarah told her to either sober up out of sight or "piss off home" and we ambled back into the disco. Ray and Lucille were obvious in their kissing, doing passionate embraces, just as Donna approached them and Ray clearly slid his hand underneath her date's dress. It was clear Lucille's underwear was skimpy or non-existent as the slit rode up and she giggled at him. I guessed they had both been drinking, and they felt each other up passionately and lustfully. Her hands gripped his tight trousers and then squeezed his globes before running her hands down his shirt. He smiled and kissed her before looking around the hall as the song finished. "Ahh," he muttered and took a few strides in my direction before stopping at Donna's table and taking some white fabric out of his pocket. "Yours I believe," he told his ex and held them out between his two fingers. The white knickers were "big" and the chatter fell silent amongst hushed whispers. "Lucille found them when we were in my bedroom. Thought they came from elephant at first." "Fook me, they are massive," Jez cried as he smirked at his girlfriend (who dispensed some justice to his testicles as the crowd guffawed) Ray smirked. "Lucille reckons all her underwear don't use as much cotton as this." Donna leapt up and slapped Ray on the cheek before snatching the underwear from him. "How could you?" "Easily," Ray told her. "After what you said." "After what I said?" Donna cried out, and Ray crossed his arms. "Oh yeah, 'cause I got angry when you cheated on me!" Donna fidgeted and wiped her eyes. "No," she shouted. "I didn't! I just..." She huffed, and closed her eyes as Ray scoffed at her. "Right..." She stepped forward to thrust her fist into his stomach. He gasped and collapsed on the floor as Lucille ran over to pick him up. "I'm sorry," I told a tearful Donna as she strode out of the hall. "I bet you're lovin' this," she shouted, waving her arms dramatically towards me and I shook my head. "Ray's being a dick," I told her in the corridor. "Whatever happened, you didn't deserve that." Her eyes softened for a moment, and she scratched her nose. "No. I guess I don't." I looked at my adversary for a moment. "What happened?" Donna sneered and told me that it was private. "Do you want a dance?" I offered, not quite sure what I else to say, but Donna refused. "I'd really like one to make amends." Donna shook her head. "Goodbye Andy." "Sure, Merry Christmas and all that." "Yeah, Merry fuckin' Christmas!" Getting Ray out of the hall to talk was no easy task, especially as everyone wanted to ask him questions about Miss Donna Williamson and the antics she had been partaking in, but I managed to grab hold of him to get my scheming friend into the corridor. "What?" Ray asked angrily as I pushed him up against the wall. "I'm only dancing." "You deliberately upset Donna," I spat. "And she doesn't deserve it." Sarah hovered a few feet away, and I turned my head just enough to look at her and tell her that I would meet her back at the disco. "Just ... well don't lose your temper," she warned me as she left. "You don't know what she deserves," Ray replied the moment Sarah had left us and pushed himself free of my grip. "She's a bitch. And I hate her." "And you hated Rosie when you split up. You don't think you aren't handling the whole breakdowns a bit badly." "And what would you know?" He asked agressively, and it was a fair point. I had barely spoken to Paula since we had split and no-one else had split up with me since. "I know that upsetting someone deliberately is a cunty thing to do," I told him and his eyes widened. "No offence, but you've deliberately upset people over the years. And you're Rhea's brother, and she is always doing it." He scratched his eyebrow and then ran his hands through his hair. "Lucille's nice. I like her and she's fun," he added in defence. "It's not just about making Donna jealous." He could tell I didn't believe him, and he sniped back at me, pointing out that he had been intimate with just four girls in his life and he's been in a relationship with three of them at the time; it was a statistic that I was hopelessly shy of. "So what happened with Donna?" Ray swung his hips from side to side and muttered something to me, before replying that it was private and between him and his ex. "So that's why you just broadcast it to the entire College?" "Yeah, well. She's a bitch. She deserved it." The brightly coloured Lucille put her head around the door. "There you are," she said with a bounce in her voice. "You ready?" "Ready?" I asked, and Lucille gave a coy smile at my friend who's smirk could not hide what he was hoping to get from the evening. "Ahh come on," Ray told me. "You know how it is." Lucille adjusted her dress and held her hand out to catch Ray's outstretched hand. "We got a little hotel for the night. It's near you," she told me. "The Wellington?" I muttered, and Ray nodded. "Earning now. It's great!" He gushed. I followed them out of the corridor and put my arms around my girlfriend from behind as she watched Ray and Lucille stride across the room. "Where are they going?" She asked, and I snorted. "The Welly," I muttered. "They have a room." "But that's just for..." "Whores and punters," I finished for her. "I know. I'll get Zoe to have a word with Ray. He listens to her sometimes." Sarah snorted her scepticism, and she was right; there was no way Ray would think that uncomplicated sex with a 21-year-old beauty would be anything other than awesome, but as satisfying as Lucille was, I just couldn't help but think there was something that wasn't quite right with her. ------- Sarah giggled as I felt her up; the music was still playing and we could hear the sounds of the disco in full swing, but Sarah pushed the door to the temporary classroom – built on the edge of the playground 25 years ago and still standing. "Andy, I love you!" Sarah whispered into my ear as she felt up my appendage in my trousers. "And I've been thinking about you." She tripped as we quietly entered the room, and she pulled out a condom. "I know I'm on the pill," she whispered. "But I can't have cum leaking down mi' legs." I gave a titter at her drunkenness and put the playful girl on the desk. She looked at me, her beautiful, captivating smile captured in the half-light of the room and I pushed her dress up. "No foreplay," Sarah told me. "I dain't want to be here all night. Just a quickie." "A quickie?" Sarah looked expectantly at me as I took the condom from the packet and discarded the wrapper on the desk. Sarah licked her lips and offered to "suck it on" but I was already rolling it down my shaft and I pulled her ankles towards me, sliding her along the table. She pushed her head back and waited as I leant over her and pushed my cock along her slit; she was surprisingly wet but gently pushed against her. She guided me a bit further down, and I felt the warm glove of her slick hole envelop around my sensitive member. She gave a drunken mew, and put her head back as I slowly pushed all the way into her, causing her to pant in satisfaction. I began to rock back and forth, our gentle screwing being drowned out by the distant sounds of Britpop from the hall. She looked at me with a grin; she was certainly enjoying the taboo of having sex in one of her classrooms and I felt lust welling up inside of me. I was thrusting in and out with strong, sharp motions, pulling on her legs as I rammed my sheathed cock into her unguarded pussy. Sarah was squealing and writhing as the tension built up in my testicles; I closed my eyes as I pounded into her stronger and faster. I was nearing the point of no return and couldn't hold on much longer. I simpered at my wonderful girlfriend, and she gave a smile in return. "Love you," was all she said and with a final thrust filled the well of the condom. Sarah lay back panting on the cold, wooden desk. "Ahhh," she panted and looked at me. I leant over to kiss her, and she bit her lip. "Do you want me to ... you know?" Sarah shook her head. "But you didn't..." "A girl doesn't have to come every time," Sarah muttered and rubbed her eyes. "I'm fine. I just needed a quickie." I pulled the condom from my cock, full of my jism and Sarah passed me a tissue from her handbag. I rolled the condom into the soft paper, and Sarah took it from me, throwing it in the waste paper basket next to the teacher's desk. "Shouldn't we throw that down the toilet?" I asked, and Sarah snorted. "Cleaners'll be in tomorrow morning," she said airily as she jumped down from the table and straightened her clothes. We kissed, and I pushed her up against the thin wall, but after a quick embrace she released her grip and mumbled about getting back to the disco. What Sarah did do, was to sneak condoms to Jodie and Rosie – as well as other people I didn't know – and point them towards the temporary classroom. She had a glint in her eye that oozed naughtiness. "Come on," I told her as we had one of the last dances. "You're sober enough to go home." "Oh Mister Williams," Sarah teased. "I was hoping you'd never say that." "Well Miss Bailey," I replied. "I thought you'd never be sober enough for me to be able to." ------- Sarah and I rarely missed the opportunity to be intimate – especially in the first few months of our relationship – and such an example was to be found the following morning. Sarah was fast asleep when I woke on the Saturday morning, and I couldn't resist sliding down the bed and kissing her on closed slit. I thought briefly of leaving her alone – we had had sex at the disco, and when we got home, but something about her lying there made me want to jump on her. She didn't respond so I blew gently and then slid my hands up her closed legs, slowly parting them. Sarah stirred as I touched her body and she sank into the mattress, parting her legs as I gently pushed on her thighs. She muttered in her sleep, and I kissed the top of her thigh in the crease of her skin. She whimpered and squirmed, but her eyes remained closed as my tongue touched the intimate folds. She didn't move, and I began to slide my tongue up and down her slightly moist crack. She made a few nasal sounds of quiet contentment, and I rolled her clitoris around my tongue before gently poking her hole. Sarah mewed and cried gently, I knew she was not asleep, but she was not totally awake. Either way, she was content and happy and allowed me to probe and stimulate her nether regions. I sucked gently on her pearl and she began to groan, crying out, and her legs tensed and oscillated around my ears. She squealed, panting and rubbed the top of my hair. Sarah mewed and cried out as she had one of the quietest orgasms I had ever heard from her. I looked up, and she smiled. "Isn't the first time I've been woken up like that in this bedroom," she teased and I shrugged. "And it won't be the last," I teased. "Good Morning," I said with a smile. Sarah and I kissed, and she ran her tongue over her teeth. "Morning," she cried and stretched. "I want breakfast in bed, served naked with an orgasm," she demanded and I groaned, grabbing my dressing gown. She objected, but I had no desire to subject my family to my naked body and erect cock; especially not when they were having breakfast. Only Rhea was around as I went downstairs and after being subjected to her scurrilous teasing I returned to my room, complete with a tray of cereal, tea and a wide grin. Sarah giggled as I threw off my dressing gown and walked over to my bed. "I better get something else too." "Don't you want to eat first?" Sarah scoffed and threw the bedclothes back and shook her head. "Hell no!" She watched as I sat on the bead and moved my face to her crotch, sliding my tongue up and down her slit. She took a gulp of tea as I did and made herself comfortable on the bed, pushing her legs further apart. I ran my hands up and down her naked body and nearly knocked her cup of tea from her grasp. She giggled and I heard the tea get put down, and she pulled the bedclothes over me. It got very warm and dark as she did, and I didn't think she was cold, but I couldn't hear her making any sounds whatsoever. I pushed my fingers against her hole, and they slid in as my tongue rolled around her button. I pushed my little finger against her bud and worked it in to the first knuckle, making circles in her entrances as my tongue sucked on her pearl. My hands were getting tired, and I had no idea what Sarah was experiencing given the removal of external stimuli. I felt her legs and pussy quiver more than once, and she was gushing with her musky scent. Sarah waited until my fingers were aching before stopping me, throwing back the bed linen with an exhausted look in her eyes. She pulled me up by the shoulders and kissed me as I pushed my cock into her. She gasped and threw her head back. "OK?" "Yeah," she panted. "Very, ahh that's good!" I made lazy thrusts into my girlfriend, building up a slow rhythm. I felt an urge to go faster, but I liked pushing all the way into the teenager underneath me, and taking it slowly. Sarah was panting and crying out, writhing and wriggling underneath me as she came again. Her legs were wrapped around me, and her fingernails dug into my back as she squealed into my pillow. I could feel myself reaching the point of no return and closed my eyes; Sarah nibbled on my earlobes and I felt my loins erupt a violent tenseness that caused a wave of energy to cascade over me. I held on for as long as I could manage before blaspheming loudly at the grinning face of my lover. "Good?" She asked. "Yeah," I panted. "Brilliant." She looked over at her breakfast and giggled. "I tried to eat it while I was being ... looked after, but it was too..." I laughed at her, and we got up to have a shower, which resulted in more fondling. I walked with Sarah to the station before getting a "baked slice" from a bakers as I walked back; I had not actually had any breakfast at all, what with Sarah's lustful antics. Zoe had turned up at the club a few minutes after I arrived and she walked straight past me as I got the cleaning products. "Zoe," I scowled but got no response. "Zoe, OK. I'm sorry. Are you going to talk to me?" She pushed past me to the tables, and I grabbed hold of her arm. "What do you want me to say?" I asked Zoe as she ignored me again. "I'm ... sorry! I shouldn't have called you a strumpet." "You know what I feel about that night. And it hurts when you say those things." "OK. I had some drink. You know what I am like when I get drinking." "You should not have been drinking!" Zoe snapped and shook her head. "And Andy ... what's this about Ray's girlfriend that you set him up with a porn star?" "Who said that?" "Everybody," Zoe spat. "Shit! I seriously wonder about some of the rumours at our College," I murmured. "Porn star indeed! OK ... one, I did not set Ray up with Lucille and two, she is not a porn star." I paused for a moment as Zoe digested the ferocity of my response. "OK. We did a photo shoot with her with some clothes on. And those of her friend as well but it's part of a fashion project she's doing. And Ray took her upstairs to do her underwear and other things. But that wasn't me and..." "Oh Andy," Zoe simpered – her voice dripping with disapproval. "Why do you have to be immoral in everything you do?" "Well perhaps you could have a word with Ray. You know he took Lucille off to the Welly for the night." Zoe sighed. "This is all your fault you know. All this sex in the school." "My fault! Hang on, I had sex for the first time in the Summer, which I think is after Ray and certainly after Sarah. Possibly Rosie and Ingrid. And Jez. And this is my fault. The rampant tide of debauchery sweeping our school is my fault as I held out." Zoe glared at me, and I snorted. "OK Paula held out, but the point remains. Just accept we are all growing up, and I am telling you because Ray listens to you. More than he listens to me." "He doesn't," Zoe snorted and stopped to retie her blonde hair into a bobble that had worked its way loose. "Not since he started going out with Donna. He's gone all crazy since the Summer and I am just so worried about y'all. That Lucille, she didn't look like she was good news at all for him and it is just a rebound relationship from Donna. And they never last long." "I don't think it's a rebound thing," I told her firmly. "Well not totally. You should have seen him on the shoot, he really liked her." "Well I blame you for getting him involved in all the pornography," she said firmly. "That's you. And don't argue, I've seen the pictures." "These weren't," I promised her. "It's a fashion project." I came up to Zoe and grinned at her, putting my hands on her waist. "But I would love to photograph you," I teased. "You'd look so beautiful." Zoe gave a predictable shriek and pushed me away. "You are never seeing me naked," she thundered and returned to her cleaning. "And you are still not forgiven after saying those things." "Ahhh ... still love you though," I called after her. "What would Sarah say?" Zoe teased in return. "She'd tell me to fuck you," I said instantly. "She wants a threesome," I said too candidly but Zoe just scowled and thought that I was teasing her. "Don't joke about cheating," she told me with a snarl. "It's not a nice subject." "I wasn't," I replied. "Sarah does not want a threesome. You two might be lacking morals but neither of you are that bad!" How little Zoe knew. ------- Zoe's attitude towards nudity and sex was certainly starting to amuse me more than normal; there was no reason for her to be so reticent and shy towards us growing up and Sarah, and I talked about it on the 'phone that Saturday night; this soon descended into Sarah coming up with a five point plan to get Zoe "teenagered" and I was ordered to help put it into practice. "Zoe has to be University-ready in eighteen months time," Sarah explained to me and had this as her goal. I had no idea exactly what Sarah was planning – and she wouldn't divulge it, but Sarah was keen to start the following day – Sunday – when Zoe and I were cleaning the club and Sarah was at my flat by 11am the following morning. Zoe and I often started post-church service at around lunchtime and Sarah woke me up with a wonderfully deep loving blowjob that had me gripping the edge of my bed, before I was given a moist slit to work my magic on. I came once, and Sarah came at least three times (there is no fairness in the world) until the clock gave her no more time for another one. We were a sweaty mess and had to have a shower each before going downstairs. By the time we were outside the club, we saw Zoe walk across Exchange Close holding a bag. "Might go swimming," Zoe told Sarah when she asked. "We are going bowling," Sarah announced, which was news to me. "Come join us!" Zoe hummed for a moment and Sarah sneezed before recovering to tell her that she had vouchers to make it cheap. It was warm, but not hot in the club, but Sarah made a considerable fuss and moaned as she went in; Zoe told her that she probably shouldn't be there, but Sarah sat down at the bar as I turned on the lights and put her jacket down. "I'll be fine," she told her. "In fact, I'll help, get to go bowling quicker. But I can't work in this heat with all my clothes on." I groaned inside. "That'll be OK, won't it Andy?" "There's no-one else here," I told her and she raised her eyebrows asking me to play along with it. "So perhaps you should strip down as well." "I'm not stripping down," Zoe snapped and came into the room. "It's not hot at all." Sarah was already half-naked before I had shut the door to the outside world and draped her clothes over the bar, standing in just her best underwear set – a matching pair from the Lake District. "Sarah!" "It's fine," Sarah told her and helped me remove all my clothes except for my boxer shorts, and then reapplied my shoes. "We'll I'm not. I can't," Zoe mumbled. She took her coat off and then straightened her T-Shirt. "I'll do upstairs," I offered, and Sarah shook her head at me; I think she wanted me to be prancing around Zoe, but Zoe had already seen me naked before and I think Sarah was being unfair. If this was Stage 1 of her plan to get Zoe to be "University-ready" then I didn't want to be involved in Stage 2; her friend was uncomfortable with us being attired as we were and Sarah was going out of her way to make her feel unsettled. Zoe was conservative, we had always known that, and if she was uncomfortable with sex and nudity then it was her choice not ours to make. I felt as though Sarah was looking to change her friend against her will, and it was not right; were we any different to Zoe in trying to impose our will on other people? I would talk to my girlfriend later. Instead, I took an array of cleaning products and started on the four VIP areas. I found a dozen stains that looked like male bodily fluids, a few used condoms in the bins and four pairs of knickers, not to mention over twenty pounds in cash, which I took down to the office and walked into the main bar area from the foyer. Zoe – now dressed in just her T-Shirt and knickers – gasped and instantly covered herself up; Sarah was nowhere to be seen but called out to me from the toilets. "Like the knickers," I told her with a smile. It was a plain but brightly coloured red item that was racier than anything I had ever seen her in. "It's OK. I'll go do the office." Soft hands touched my rear as I bent over the office table to reach an item and she pushed down on me. "Hello sexy," she cried. "If only I had a ... well from the Misty Beethoven." "Err ... no thank you," I told her, but she had that glint in her eye. She was uncontrollable and wild when she wanted to be and pushed on my back so that I was pushed against the cold desk before using her other hand to swipe my boxer shorts down and expose my arse to the room. "Do you mind?" "No, I don't," Sarah told me and smacked it hard across the cheeks. I cried out in unexpected pain, and she rubbed her hand over it softly. "Stay there," she moaned as I went to get up. The initial pain wasn't strong, but it was more of the shock than anything else. I clenched my buttocks. "What are you doing?" I asked, and Sarah giggled. "Just playin'" I felt the second hit far stronger than the first and cried out louder than before. "Fuckin' hell, that hurt," I shouted and Sarah smirked at me, holding a plastic ruler. "Sarah, what are you doing?" I asked, but already knew the answer. Sure, the Story of O was a dark film about bondage, masochism and sadism, but everyone into that culture must surely start somewhere; Sarah was playfully experimenting with domination, and I was being her partner whether I wanted to or not. "It's not nice." "It's not meant to be," Sarah told me and pushed on my back again, but I resisted and turned around; it was strangely erotic and while being thrown over my mother's desk in a strip club while my girlfriend hit me with a 12 inch plastic ruler, should not appear to be an amazingly sexy experience, in a strange way it was. Sarah grinned as I turned around, rubbing my red arse and sitting on the desk. "Sarah! Andy!" Zoe's voice cried, and we turned to the doorway. I scrambled to my feet and then instantly Zoe gasped again. "That's..." I looked down to see my erect cock pointing directly at my friend and apologised, pulling my boxer shorts back up. "It's fun," Sarah laughed and held out the ruler. "Try it. I so..." "Sarah!" I moaned. "I'm not being hit by all my friends." I think I probably blushed as Zoe stared at us open-mouthed. "It's perverted." "It isn't," my girlfriend told her. "You should try it." "I'm not. And I didn't think ... you two are ... you're sick!" Zoe had a tear in her eyes, and we moved towards her but she pushed us away and stepped backwards. "Why ... just..." She was spluttering and I grabbed her hand. We sat her down in the office on one side of the desk. "We're not really into all that," Sarah confessed. "Well not in the way you think." She licked her lips and smiled at Zoe. "I saw it on that film, and it looked different and exciting. And I came into the room and saw Andy leaning over the desk and couldn't resist. It's fun and empowering, but I don't beat Andy up every day or..." "She doesn't," I told my friend, and we spent twenty minutes telling her that while were extremely sexual, and a bit kinky, we were not totally deviant. She didn't really believe us, but we apologised for her seeing it and finished cleaning the club before leaving for the bowling alley. I could tell Zoe honestly didn't want to be in our company for much longer, but we persuaded her to come, and we both held her hands as we walked. "You are our best friend," my girlfriend said with a grin. "We both need you and..." "We know we're immoral," I finished for her. "And we wouldn't let you see that on purpose. Sarah was just mucking about and you've seen me naked before." "That's true," Sarah interjected with a giggly snort. "To be fair, you, me, Abi, Scarlet ... well most of Aylesbury have seen you without your kit on." Zoe gave a wry smile as we entered the bowling alley and I slipped Sarah a twenty pound note to pay for the games while I bought us a drink each. Zoe asked to pay for something, but we wouldn't let her, and both Sarah and I wiped the floor with her on the first game. She seemed to have forgotten about the messing around she had witnessed and started moaning to me about Rhea; she had been caught by Zoe kissing Simon in an "overenthusiastic" manner. Sarah had to put her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud. At the end of the second game, Sarah disappeared for a few moments and returned with a young man whom she introduced as "Howard." "Howard's on the guy's football squad," Sarah told us. "I just saw him and thought I'd introduce him." I narrowed my eyes at her, but Sarah had a mischievous expression that oozed as if she was up to something. "He lives about ten minutes walk from you Zoe. And he goes to Church. And he..." "Sarah," Zoe cried. "What are you doing?" "Well Andy and I have to go now," she told us, which I knew nothing about, and there is still a game left. Just enough time for you two to get to know each other and..." "Sarah! Is this a blind date?" Sarah huffed. "Would I do a thing like that?" "Yes," Zoe and I replied in unison and Sarah crossed her arms as Howard shifted nervously. "OK. I admit it. But Howard's nice and you'll like him. And ... OK, we better go," Sarah finished as Zoe's frown turned more hostile. "Did you have anything to do with this?" "No!" I told her as Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the reception desk. We watched from a slight distance as we changed our shoes, and Zoe entered in Howard's name on the computer before bowling again. "What was all that about?" I asked. "If she wants to be Uni-ready then she needs to be happy with people taking her on dates," Sarah replied as we left the bowling alley. "And this is the first step." I rolled my eyes at her and Sarah gestured with her arms. "OK. She has to be comfortable with dating – so that's new people on a one-to-one basis. Then it's nudity and sex." "I think Story of O finished her off," I teased. "Not to mention our take on it." Sarah snorted. "I want her to be going to the strip club before she leaves for Uni and be watching pornos." I shook my head, and Sarah squeezed my hand. "I want you to tell her about the Coke and I am going to talk to her 'bout pot. Confess to her to what you did, when the time is right, and show her that drug use doesn't have to lead to degenerative debauchery and going off the rails and..." Sarah waved her arms around. "You know what she thinks of us. If she finds out I did take Class A's I'd be in so much trouble with her." "It's not Zoe that's the problem," Sarah teased. "It's Rhea! And anyway, whatever Uni she goes to is going to be surrounded by drugs." I groaned. "Look, we need to so something," my misguided friend told me and then pursed her lips. "And you thought setting Jodie and Jez up was a bad idea, and look what happened." "Yes, she's screwing everybody and Jez doesn't know all of what she gets up to," I firmly told her. "And anyway..." "Jez does know actually," Sarah whispered with a smirk. "They are dirty little ... well anyway, you're missing the point. Our friend will be rocking up Uni in eighteen months time, and she is going to struggle unless we help her now. So it's drugs, sex, dating and alcohol." "Alcohol?" "Yeah," Sarah told me as we crossed the road to the station. "Alcohol. She doesn't really drink. Lightweight. And the time she did she lost all her inhibitions. It's needs to happen more regularly." Sarah could sense my disapproval and gave me a sneer as I tried to disagree. "I don't think Zoe will thank us," I told her, but Sarah was being as awkward and as underhand as Rhea. "She will," Sarah told me as she boarded the waiting train. "She totally will. But not until she's at Uni." "You know, sometimes I really worry about you." Sarah giggled and held her arms out, and we kissed. "Don't," she whispered into my ear. "It'll be fun. It can be our project. Operation ... Operation Liberation?" "Operation Debauchery more like? Or Operation Immorality?" "Fine, Operation Debauchery then." "Well as long as it doesn't involve Zoe hating us. And we are not giving her a live sex show." "No," Sarah told me as the compressors on the train warmed up. "Not us. Maybe Abi though. Or..." "Sarah! Behave!" I barked. "Do you want me to walk you back?" Sarah shook her head. "It's not remotely dark," she told me and pointed towards the afternoon sky. "Go home and ring Zoe. I know you want to." I looked at her, and we kissed, before stepping back as the doors closed and waving goodbye to young Sarah. Sarah certainly gave me plenty to think about as I walked home. Both Sarah and I trusted Zoe and treated her as a close friend. She was my confidante since Paula had left, but one that I had to censor what I told, which on reflection made her less of confidante. That didn't stop how I thought of her – a same-age, calm sister that I didn't have who was there to help me when I needed it. For Sarah, Zoe represented something else. They were friends – very good friends – but on the face of it had very different personalities. For Sarah, Zoe moderated her more extreme elements, and for Zoe, Sarah pushed her boundaries. In summary, Zoe was important to both of us, and I was somewhat concerned that our little exercise in making Zoe "University-ready" would backfire and hurt all three of us. I stopped and rang Zoe when I got outside the flat on my mobile phone, and she answered immediately. "Don't you ever do that to me again," Zoe thundered the moment she answered the phone. "That Howard is so ... is so slimy." "Why?" I asked instantly, and I heard Zoe puff. "He kept telling me that my 'hair was nice' or that I 'looked lovely.' And I hardly knew him. It was ... ugggghhh!" "Whoa!" I muttered and then spent the next five minutes calming her down and reminding her that it was Sarah's doing before signing off and wishing her well. Suddenly, I could see Sarah's idea much clearer; Zoe was annoyed because someone complimented her on her appearance. I heard Mum's laughter as I came up the stairs and opened the door to the lounge to see an unfamiliar man – easily in his thirties – with thick set hair and a bright red shirt leaning back on the couch. "Hi," I muttered and the man fidgeted, looking at Mum. "Oh hiya babe, this is Ken, Ken you know Andy, right?" I scowled and looked at him. "Sorry?" "This is Ken Russell ... Rhea's English teacher." "Oh ... what's she done?" Mum sighed and picked up her glass of wine. "We are going out for the evening," she told me and held out her arms to show me her outfit; she had dressed up, but I hadn't noticed and didn't want to voice this. "There's a pizza and chips in the freezer for you and Rhea." "Right," I muttered. She watched as I walked into the dining room and I heard her talking to Ken. "So go on." "Rhea just stood up and told poor Dr Saloh that religion was 'just a massive game of men dressing up in frocks, abusing little kids, rape, bestiality and playing 2,000 years of Simon Says.' I've never seen him so shocked in all my life." "She's so difficult," Mum moaned, and I heard the door slam shut as I poured myself a glass of water. I counted to ten; Rhea running up the stairs and seeing her English teacher in the room with Mum would not go down well, but I was not going to miss it for anything, and walked into the lounge to watch! "Mum, can I borrow..." She stopped as she reached the top of the stairs and looked into the lounge. "What's going on?" "Nothing," Mum muttered and put her wine down on the table. "Nothing, just..." "What's he said?" Rhea asked, and Mum hesitated. "I did that alternative ending to that Shakespeare play as I was asked to and he didn't say what we could and couldn't do and..." Mum put her hand up to silence the annoyed tone of my sister. Ken nodded. "Yes you did, I very much enjoyed the dragon chase scene although I am not quite sure if it's the end to Romeo and Juliet that Shakespeare would have wanted, but it's different and I enjoyed it." "So what are you here for then?" Ken gulped, and Mum got up. "We are going out for the night," she told Rhea, and Rhea's eyes fizzed. "You what? God sake, you are like thirty years older than him." Mum gasped and glared at her daughter. "Six actually." "And ... ehhh ... my English teacher and my Mum. Oh my God!" Rhea squealed dramatically and screwed up her face. "I can't believe my English teacher is fucking my Mum. That's..." "Rhea!" Mum snapped and dragged my sister away from her blushing teacher. "That's enough." "No Mum, that's way too much. Why are you doing this to me?" Mum shook her head and picked up her coat. "Your dinner is in the freezer," she told her, and they left to go out on a Sunday night with Rhea telling the poor man that she definitely hated him and he was in so much trouble. "Looking forward to it," he told her with a smile as he left. "Remember, I know where you live," Rhea said with a degree of finality. "And I can hear everything. If I hear my English teacher banging headboards I'll get violent." I don't think Mr Russell doubted it for a moment. "Hey, it's just a date," I told her, but Rhea crossed her arms and just said she had an appointment on her computer and went upstairs leaving me alone all evening. She clearly needed time to think it over! ------- Chapter 9 I awoke to raised voices from downstairs and entered the room ten minutes later, with a naked Rhea on one side of the table shouting at Mum on the other side. "He is an English teacher, don't you have any self-respect?" Rhea shouted and crossed her arms, her clothes that she must have put on to do her newsagent work abandoned on the floor. "I mean ... for fucks sake Mum. Are thing actually that desperate down there?" "Rhea, go upstairs and get ready for school." "Mr Russell. I got to look him in the eye today and know that he fucked you last night." "He did not," Mum snapped. "Not that it is any of your business if he did." Rhea sighed loudly. "It's sooooo..." "Go upstairs and get ready for school. And I don't want you causing him any embarrassment today." Rhea swore and was ordered out of the dining room but hesitated as she considered the request. She sneered, crossed her arms and stormed out of the room, and I looked at Mum rubbing her forehead as she sat down over her bowl of muesli and cup of tea. "OK?" I asked, and Mum nodded. "Yeah." She took a big breath. "He's not that young," she moaned. "And..." She sniffed and pursed her lips. "And another thing," Rhea asked as she re-entered the room, still naked. "Just how did you two decide that going out was a good idea? You were supposed to be talking 'bout me at parents' evening." Mum gulped and leapt up from the chair, pointing accusingly at my sister. "It's because of you," she cried. "After the headteacher said all those things about you, Ken overheard and came and found me crying outside, and he told me what you were like in his lessons. He told me that not everything Mrs Wyatt said was true." Rhea gulped, and Mum snorted. "If you weren't such a nightmare at school, I wouldn't have had a night out last night." "So it's Rhea's fault," I added. "Totally because of Rhea." I looked at my sister splutter, cry out in anger and then swear again. I waited for my sister to storm up the stairs before asking, "was it?" "Sort of," she replied and then smiled. "I'd met him before, he lived on Alicia's street. But I'm not going to tell Rhea that. He is back off to see his family over Christmas, but he is coming over for New Year." I laughed. "Rhea'll love that." "And another thing," my sister said storming back into the room, doing her best impression of Colombo. "Just what did you talk about? 'Cause it better not have been about me." "Rhea, for the last time, get dressed!" Mum shouted. "And I am not telling you what we talked about!" "It was, wasn't it?" "Rhea, my life does not revolve around you," Mum told her. "Neither does Ken's. We talked about ... we talked about many things and then went for a drink and then..." "Oh my God, you did fuck him!" "I did not," Mum shouted. "Now go upstairs and get ready for school." "But my first lesson is English," Rhea wailed. "And I know he's going to have a massive smile on his face. And I'm going to know, and ... this is worse than coming home and having Abi scream 'fuck me harder.' This family is seriously fucking me up." I waited for her to leave and looked at Mum. "I'd says she's fucked up without us," I joked, and Mum just chastised me for my use of language with a slightly guilty look on her face. I shrugged and saw an open letter on the table and glanced at it. "Yeah, and Rhea's been called to a disciplinary hearing," Mum informed me. "What's she done now?" "Swearing apparently, when she was a referee." "Ahhh," I muttered. "Ahhh yes, there was that. She was provoked." Mum wiped her face and yawned. "She's always being provoked," Mum snapped and shook her head. "I so need to have some serious words with her." "Yeah," I muttered. "Good luck with that." ------- Sarah met me outside the Common Room with a deep, loving kiss. "Last day of term," she whispered as we broke our embrace. Zoe and Rosie hesitated in the doorway, and Sarah beckoned them over. "It's OK," Sarah said. "We won't bite." "We didn't want to interrupt," Zoe answered, and Sarah gave a sheepish look. "We are off to the café to mark the end of the term after lessons. Wanna come?" "Got work," I replied instantly. "Promised Mum I would help her sort out the alcohol for the Christmas Party." Zoe rolled her eyes, and I leant over to Sarah. "Did your mum say you can go?" Sarah nodded. "Of course." We looked at Zoe who gave a smile. "Well Rhea said she was going and wanted Simon to go with her, so Mum said he could only go if I go. But we sort of haven't told her..." Zoe trailed off. "Yeah I'm going." Sarah laughed. "Your mum would never, ever, have let you go to a nightclub for a private party a year ago." Zoe giggled nervously. "And you wouldn't have gone," Sarah told her. "Well finding out that Andy and Rhea both lived above a nightclub was a bit of a shock really, but she doesn't mind too much now." Zoe shifted nervously. "She's always liked Andy, and she thinks..." Zoe trailed off as she spoke and shifted nervously. "Well, it was a big shock to find out about the club." Sarah looked at me, and I squeezed her arm, still around my waist, with a wry smile. "And the Mathesons thought you were such a nice sweet boy!" Zoe gave a tense giggle at Sarah's teasing, but I immediately suspected that it was not too far from the truth. I briefly told Zoe and Sarah about Rhea and Mr Russell the previous evening and guessed Rhea would be moaning about it to Simon. "It's good that your mother has found someone," Zoe announced. "She deserves a bit of happiness in her life. Be good for her to get some peace with someone." I looked at her with a degree of incredulity: as Sarah and I had found out, Rhea never allowed peace to break out if she didn't like the partner of a family member. "Well putting up with you and Rhea, and bringing you up on her own. It can't be easy." Ray entered the small common room before I could reply, to a few cheers and he revelled in his stardom, twirling as he came in. "Yer the man," Jez told him and high-fived him as he came passed him. "Porn star. What it is wiv you, man?" Ray didn't blush and sat down next to Zoe and me. "So how was Lucille?" "Fantastic!" Ray cried and gave a grin. "I think I'm in love." Sarah and I both choked on our drinks, and he looked a little hurt. "Sorry," I mumbled. "But you only met her a few days ago." "Know that," my friend snapped and rubbed the corner of his eyes. "Know that but we got on so well. And I spent all evening on the 'phone to her and after I got that money I got a mobile with Mum and rang her and went passed the Welly on our way to the station. She said she'd stay the night if I booked it, but she paid in the end. But man, she's just incredible. Always smiling and ... what a body! Tits to die for, and that tongue..." Zoe rolled her eyes. "Am I the only one here who isn't a sex addict?" Ray snorted. "I'm not a sex addict. In fact, I had sex with her for the first and only time last night." His voice wavered slightly. "Well five times last night, but we never left the bedroom. She does these wonderful things with her..." "I don't want to know," Zoe interrupted loudly and crossed her arms. "And I spent Saturday and last night at her house." Sarah raised her eyebrows at him, but he just giggled. "Honestly, we've just been doing..." He saw a steely glance from Zoe and shrugged. " ... All sorts of things." "We like to see you happy," Sarah told him with a smile. "It's good. Eh, Zoe?" "Yeah," my friend muttered and Ray beamed. "She's cool. Just wish Donna wasn't a bitch." "Yeah, 'bout that," Sarah started. "Donna's not too happy with you," my girlfriend said firmly, which was a massive understatement, but Ray just shrugged, and Zoe glared at him. "Don't care. She's just a spiteful cow." "She'd be a bit less of a 'spiteful cow' if..." Sarah didn't get to finish as the Head of the Sixth Form College strode into the room and clapped his hands loudly to get our attention. We were all summoned to the hall and told to be seated as the Headmaster strode onto the stage. "What's this about?" I asked, and Sarah shrugged. "Anyone who was not at the Christmas Disco last night can go," he shouted abruptly and about a third of the room emptied. I saw Sarah bite her lip and look ominously at me; had they found the Sunny Delight carton? If they had then they wouldn't able to prove that it was me, would they? They could do blood tests on the traces of saliva and maybe have proved that it was me but wasn't that a bit drastic over a drop of booze? "We run the Christmas Disco for you ... not us or me, but you," he lectured. "And we don't normally have any problems from it, but I have some seriously unhappy people at the moment having to clear up your mess from the week before." He strode from one side of the stage to the other and looked at all of us, his eyes and gaze piercing through every student. "You are all adults, and I do not like what I am going to say, but we've found cigarette butts and the ends of illegal drugs. I think you call them spliffs, we call them jail time. Someone has been smoking pot on the premises, and I want to know who. And we've got vomit stains in the girls toilets and which amorous girl has been in the technology classroom?" My heart skipped a beat, and Sarah bit her lip. "Eight condoms? And if you need eight guys to..." There a smattering of laughter. "It's Ray's bitch," Donna cried from the other side of the hall. "His date would screw everyone." "Fuck you!" Ray shouted from beside me; there was a collective gasp in the room: Ray was the last person who would shout and swear in school. "And I guess we should know it wasn't you as no-one got pissed enough to want to go near you." "You fuckin' screwed her," Donna screamed. "We all know you did. I heard you bragging about it today." The headmaster tried to call order, but Ray was standing up and openly shouting at his ex-girlfriend. "Not at College," Ray shouted back. "It was last night. But what 'bout that guy who you were with? Skanky little runt like you would definitely have screwed him, and all of his friends like you did before." Tears rolled down Donna's cheeks, and the Head of the Sixth Form tried to restore some degree of order, but Ray and Donna traded insults across us. "You screw anything," Ray shouted and Donna burst into tears. "Desperate enough!" "Well I went out with you..." Donna and Ray were ordered out, and the exchange between the ex-lovers had certainly taken a lot of the tension out of the room. Ray had always been remarkably calm and quiet, had come out of his shell with Donna, but these last few days had seen him become almost aggressively violent – particularly with Donna. This distraction aside, the teacher was determined to have some answers: he wanted to know who threw up in the girls' toilets and who was smoking illegal drugs – neither of which was down to me and Sarah. There was silence and no-one admitted to any indiscretion. I was certainly suspecting that Lucille may have had the spliffs; I didn't see her light up, but I knew she was a pot smoker, and from the stench in her house, she was quite a heavy one at that! There was a hand emerging from the other side of the hall. "I threw up in the toilets," a voice uttered, and Ingrid stood up. "It was me. And I was responsible for one of the condoms." There was an outbreak of chatter in the room and she wiped her eyes, turning to the girl behind her. "He's my boyfriend, Lin. I know you used the room as well, and Peter wasn't at the Disco." The Chinese girl looked across to the other side of the room and shook her head. "I didn't," she cried. "Liar. I gave you one," Ingrid replied. "You're much worse than me." The Head of the Sixth Form told Ingrid and Lin to report to his office. There were no further admissions – especially about the drugs – but we got a lecture about the use of illegal substances and were sent on our way. Zoe gave us both ominous glares, and I squeezed Zoe's hand. "What?" "If there is sex around, you were definitely involved," she told us as we filed out of the hall. We disagreed with her, and were scandalized by her suggestion, but she was far closer than she realised. I was a little sad to miss my friend's celebrations for the end of the term, but Donna joined Sarah and Zoe, and with Donna came trouble. Helping Mum sort out the alcohol wasn't an unpleasant task, the little store room was lined with thousands of pounds worth of booze, and she had a giant bucket on wheels that she put the unwanted drinks into. I layered them gently, ensuring that their bottles did not break, and Mum gave little sneering comments with each of them. "Rep said this would sell at twenty five quid a bottle, couldn't shift it at fifteen. Lying bastard." I just grinned at her, and she fished out some beer to go with the wine and alcopops, and we had filled up the bucket in just half-an-hour. Mum glanced down at them, most of the drink were where she had just a few bottles left and didn't intend to order anymore, but there were a few lines which she had bought that just didn't sell as well as she had expected. It all looked like a lot of money, but then I realised how much she charged for drinks and realised that the normal mark-up on the overpriced drinks more than covered the few ranges which didn't sell. Mum wasn't that bothered about it, she made a note of everything that went in and how many bottles of what and mentioned something about "tax" when I asked; I somehow suspected from her laissez-faire attitude that she would not be significantly out of pocket. Zoe joined me for the team meeting. There was some moaning from some of the girls – the Christmas and New Year closure dates affected the Friday and Saturdays for two consecutive weeks, and these were the days when the club was busiest – but for many they were just happy to have some time off. We were re-introduced to Elena, who was working Gemma's old shifts. Mum had been relaxed about finding a replacement for Miss Edwards, but Elena was shy and went red as Mum made her the centre of attention; she had covered in the Summer for a few weeks and then disappeared, but I remembered warming immediately to her. She came across as a little vulnerable and shy, and I noticed a crucifix around her neck. Elena gave a muted wave of the hand and I smiled at her, remembering her photo shoot with fond memories. Her long brown hair and hazel eyes were alluring and warm all those months ago, and Zoe whispered in my ear. "She looks lost!" After the meeting, Zoe and I made a bee-line for Elena; she was reticent and indecisive as we spoke to her, not quite sure who Zoe was even after we had introduced ourselves. Zoe had spotted the crucifix as well and wanted to invite Elena to her church, something which Elena wasn't quite sure about, but the German girl began to open up to us when I returned from the bar with three lemonades. Elena was from Hannover: she worked in a couple of residential care homes but had found the pay and conditions to be lower than when she was in Germany and had sought to supplement her income from work at the club. I suppose I never seriously thought that the girls could have other jobs, but it also seemed reasonable, and Elena was happy to accept the invite Zoe gave her to visit the church the in two days time. Zoe seemed to be at home as they conversed and I excused myself with the paychecks from Zoe and myself to pay into the Midland Bank a few streets away. I returned to see Zoe still animatedly talking to Elena, and Mum smiled as I entered. "Most conversation anyone has got out of her," she muttered. "But the punters love her. It's her accent, really gets 'em going." I gave a little titter, but I could tell Mum was serious. "Perhaps you could do a European night. Abi can do Scotland, Elena Germany, surely you can get some Scandinavian, French, Italian, Russian girls in." Mum snorted and just smiled. "You have quite an imagination," she just told me and left the room to walk to the office. Elena left a few minutes later after I gave Zoe the stamped proof of paying-in and watched as my friend came up to our flat; she was meeting Simon there. "It was a nasty thing to do!" Simon cried out at Rhea who sat with her arms folded. "Of course it is, it's Rhea," I told them interrupting the argument they were having. "What's she done now? Burnt down the school? Blackmailed a homeless man?" "She's..." "Shut the fuck up!" Rhea cried, and my heightened interest was piqued. I looked at my anxious sibling, her brown hair brushed back, and she scowled at her boyfriend. "You should be glad," Rhea spat and then stared at Zoe. "Just so you know, I have done nothing to Simon." "Nathan," Simon told us, pre-empting the question from us and Rhea crossed her arms. "He did it to himself," Rhea told us and then groaned, running her hands through her hair. "He's a moron. A total and utter moron. I just videoed the proof of his stupidity; nothing really and no harm can be done." "Rhea, I am used to you lying, but even by your standards that sounds like a total fabrication." She gestured towards us, and I hummed. "Well you are big enough and ugly enough to sort this one out yourself." "Andy!" Zoe cried. "Don't you want to know what's bothering them?" "No," I replied instantly. "Rhea will do her own thing no matter what I say. I am not her parent so just let her do her own thing." I shook my head as I walked past them, dumping my bag on the floor and getting a drink from the kitchen. Zoe tried to eke out what my little sister had done, but neither Rhea or Simon were prepared to tell her; I knew I would hear eventually, but Rhea would do what she wanted to do regardless of what anyone told her, and it was far safer for me to be able to be ignorant. I convinced Zoe to join us for tea, and we ambled off to the bowling alley after eating before having to settle on the cinema when the bowling was too busy; we were not the only people who fancied celebrating the final day of the academic term with a night out! Zoe and I bickered over paying for everything until we just agreed to split the cost 50/50; she was obstinate! We sat down in the small cinema auditorium, placed our coats on a seat next to us and had a good few minutes to talk. She moaned again about Rhea until I pointed out that the person she needed to complain to was Mum or Rhea herself, and not me. "But Grace can't do much, and Rhea won't listen." "Then give up then," I told her with a smile. "Just please, stop trying to be everyone's mother. You are not." "I am not trying to be everyone's mother," Zoe replied and gave a huge sigh. "I just ... I just worry about Simon. Don't you worry about Rhea?" "No," I told her instantly, but she knew I didn't mean it. "OK, a bit." Zoe passed me back the popcorn and adjusted herself in the seat, rubbing her back. "Sorry, bra is digging in." "Take it off then." "I can't." "Sure you can. It's dark, and there's no-one that can see." Zoe turned to look around, and as she did, I instinctively put my hands to her back and unclipped her bra through her cotton T-Shirt. "Andy," Zoe screeched and turned to face me. "That's out of order." "What?" I asked with a cheeky smile, but Zoe was not laughing. "You said..." Zoe raised her hands and pushed her shoulders back. "Oh, you are such a pain. I gotta go to the toilets now and..." She glared at me as I shrugged. "I can't be in public without a bra on. I'm not ... I wish you'd ask before you do things like that. I am not a doll for you to play with." "You said it was uncomfortable," I countered as the film started. "Not as uncomfortable with having a bra on but not done up." "Then take it off." Zoe hissed at me and shook her head, but I squeezed her hand. "OK, sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." "Sarah and Abi might go around in public without proper underwear on, but I am not Sarah, and I am not Abi." "No, you are Zoe. But come on, let's just watch the film." Zoe sighed and relented, taking her bra off underneath her T-Shirt and putting it in her coat pocket. There was nothing sexual to it, and we just watched the comedy we had paid to watch. Zoe stopped sighing at me and cuddled into the chair, and I put my arms around her, my hand resting on her unfettered yet covered bosom. At the end of the film, I just passed her, her red coat, and she slipped it on and was outside the cinema before she realised she was bra-less. I wouldn't let her go back into the cinema to the toilets, and she whined that if she went home without a bra on, her mother would be most disgusted. I walked Zoe home, and we shared a cuddle at the end of her drive before I returned back to Castle Street. I stopped at the top of the road as I saw Mum and Ken laughing, hand-in-hand. They were heading towards the club and stopped outside. I waited back, around fifteen metres away and out of sight in the darkness as I knew if I arrived, Mum would get extremely self-conscious. "Go on," Ken pleaded. "I've never been in one." Mum laughed, and she turned to face him. "I never take my dates into my club," she told him and kissed him on the cheek. "And anyway, you got a very long drive tomorrow. Do you no good to..." He scoffed and Mum crossed her arms. "I am not sure how I should take it that my date wants to see other girls naked when he is supposed to be with me!" Ken spluttered, and Mum kissed him again. "Next time," she promised. "And I might even take you to a VIP room!" Ken gave a hollow laugh and held her hands. "I s'pose I better get home then and pack." Mum nodded, and I walked off to go in the back way via the fire escape; I had no desire to watch my mother kiss her date, but if Ken and Mum were getting close I could only see Rhea getting extremely annoyed with them. But then, she would have to accept it. One day, my sister was going to have to grow up. ------- Zoe had forgotten about Rhea the following day, happily discussing Elena who was a little evasive when they had met again, but eventually opened up. Zoe and Elena had a chance meeting as the stripper was returning home from a night shift at the care home, and they had had a long chat. Elena and Zoe had a number of things in common, and although Elena only spoke English as a fourth language, between Zoe's German GCSE (Grade B) and Elena's good English they could converse happily. Elena had promised to visit Zoe's church, and as Elena lived at the top of Zoe's road, above the hairdressers on the small parade of shops and was actually quite relieved to have found someone in the local area, apart from her English boyfriend. "She's kept the true nature of her night-time work a secret," Zoe shouted across the club as we cleaned it. "She reckons her boyfriend will chuck her out if he sees her. That's why she stopped when they got serious, but she needs the money, so she's back again." "Better hope he never comes in then," I shouted back and Zoe hummed. Zoe never hid the fact she disliked the nudity and "morally bankrupt" element of the club but was not naïve and understood why the club was so popular. She often teased me and said that with my sex drive, I would be a regular, but I never really rose to it. It had been a few days since Sarah and I had had sex and the slowdown in my sexual activity over the past few days had left my body exceptionally horny especially as I could not give in and play with myself. "Is she coming to the party?" I asked after some silence and Zoe shook her head. "No, she is out with her partner," Zoe replied back and walked over to get some more cleaning fluid from the trolley. "She said she wanted to though." I grunted and thought of the party the following day. "Sarah is staying the night," I eventually said. "Why don't you stay also?" Zoe grinned. "Because Mum says no." "Simon wants to." Zoe grinned. "I'm sure he does. But the answer is still no. Your sister is teaching him too many bad tricks." "Would Rhea do a thing like that?" I teased but already knew the answer. ------- Abi laughed as she collected her bowling ball from the ball return; I had been discussing Sarah's "no touching" rule for me, and my girlfriend had been "out and about" with her family for the last couple of days. It was a tough time, and Abi listened to my desperate moaning. "So how long?" I tried to count in my head. "Ummm five days and seventeen hours," I fabricated with a smile on my face. "But I've not been counting." "Course not," Abi replied with a smirk and then sat down as her ball rolled into the gutter. "But you're desperate." "Of course I'm desperate," I told her. "She said no touching, I've tried cold showers, tight underpants, loose underpants, not thinking about sex, thinking about sex. It's just hellish." "Ahh, well." Abi licked her lips as I bowled a strike and sat back down. "How often normally." "Well since I was twelve, maybe four or five times a week on average. Course, if I was with you or Sarah or whoever, maybe a little more. OK a lot more. But when you wake up with a boner it needs addressing. And Paula ... well you get the idea." "Ah, no wonder. Have you talked to her." "Yeah, Sarah doesn't believe in Blue Balls. She thinks it's fiction dreamt up by horny boys." Abi laughed loudly and picked up her bowling ball and rolled it down the alleyway; we were one of the only people in the bowling alley and were able to talk quite freely. "I've tried telling her it's hell, but she won't listen. And she is going away over the holidays so I won't get to see her then, and she has jobs to do and family to see before she goes." "Ahh well, you just need to find an outlet..." She trailed off as she bowled her second ball and got a spare. "Well that's just the point, she says no wanking and then makes herself unavailable. That can't be fair." "It isn't," Abi agreed and adjusted her jeans as she leant over the ball return. "So maybe you need to do something else." "Like what? Take up origami?" Abi snorted and rubbed her eyes. "Dry orgasm?" "What the fuck's a dry orgasm?" "It's ... OK ... next time you go for a pee, stop the stream and then start it, and stop it again. Those muscles you use are Kee-garls." "Kee-garls?" I repeated with her pronunciation, and she just nodded. "Yeah, them. Now, go home, lie on your bed naked and close your eyes. Think about Sarah, sex, whatever you want and just flex those muscles, slowly and then hold it. And keep doing that. You can come doing that." I looked her sceptically, and she just smiled and passed me my ball. "Your turn." I didn't believe her, everyone knew you needed to have stimulation to come but thought it was too good to be true; I could get relief without breaking my promise. We played out two games, and I walked Abi home; I was glad to have spent some time with her and asked her about her love life which she claimed was depressingly flat, but I knew this was probably her own choice in not dating rather than not finding someone who may be suitable. I skipped home, had some tea and was up in my bedroom by 8pm. I just had to try Abi's suggestion. I lay on my bed and looked up at the ceiling, closing my eyes and thought. I could see Sarah, naked, underneath the tree and smiling at me. I loved her smile, and she pouted, giggled and threw me a moue. I could see her sensational curves as they traced her body and she leant back against the bark and opened her legs to show me, her shaved mounds. I stiffened the muscles and again and again; my cock was already hard from my imagination, but I began to feel a tension at the base of my testicles. I moved my legs apart wider and moved my hand to touch my cock but put it back. I was now exceptionally horny and fidgeted; flexing the muscles and keeping them tense for a few moments before releasing them. It felt good and highly arousing, and what I wanted was a warm mouth or a tight pussy to close over the top of it, but I had to grip the sides of the mattress to stop myself from giving in and touching my twitching member. It was difficult not to relent, but I kept tensing and releasing. It felt good, but a little weird, and I wasn't getting much build up in my testicles. After ten minutes, I got bored and went downstairs. I tried again a bit later, but it was the following morning when I started to feel something. The morning erection I always suffered from was present and I was desperate to do something. I felt a strong desperate longing in my perineum and my entire shaft tingled; I tensed my Kegel muscle, held it and then released it, repeating this and lifting my buttocks at the same time. I was thinking of Sarah and her naked body covered in baby oil and looking seductively towards me. I grunted, and held the tensed muscle in position. I began to feel real arousal, and my cock twitched. Instead of tensing the muscle I began to pulse it, and it felt glorious. Just as if someone was touching it, my testicles began to fill with excitement. My cock was rock hard, and my legs began to shake. I grabbed hold of the side of bed and cried out. It was an incredible feeling, my entire body was tingling, and I was panting. My cock was rubbing against the duvet cover and I kept pulsing and tensing my cock as my hips ground into the bed. I could feel it, and the tip of my cock felt wet and moist. I cried out, I could feel tightness and tension across my body and was hurtling towards a climax. It was a weird feeling, and I had to fight the urge to pull on my cock. I concentrated hard on the muscles, tensing them strongly and bucking my hips as I did. I could feel it and then a rush, a powerful spark of energy that shot through me and I lay on the bed panting. All what was coming out of my erect cock was a drop of pre-cum, but I felt as though I had had a release of sorts. I was still horny, but it felt good. Abi may have called it a "dry orgasm" and that wasn't strictly true; I didn't orgasm, but it was a new, pleasurable experience. What I wanted was Sarah or a wank; what I got was a unbelievably cold shower. ------- Sarah and I had made Zoe promise to wear the little blue dress for the nightclub Christmas Party, and after a little persuasion she eventually said she would dress accordingly. Sarah tried to get some lingerie thrown in as well, but that was merely wishful thinking. Sarah wore the red cocktail dress she wore at the Summer party, partly because it was the shortest dress she had, but also as she claimed that her mother wanted her to bin it, and she wanted to get as much use of it before it went. I had seen Sarah's mother in much less than the red cocktail dress at her party a few months previous, and thought that any objections on the grounds of decency were hypocritical, but I couldn't tell Sarah this; she still had no idea that her parents were swingers. Zoe and Sarah were both wearing the jewellery I bought them earlier in the year, and I was somewhat relieved that Sarah had been fairly sparse with the make up. Rhea, of course, was waiting to tease. She had wanted to come to the Christmas party, and in previous years I had been in the flat with her, but this year it was no longer the case. Mum hesitated over Rhea's attendance, but eventually agreed as long as Rhea went home at 8pm; I suspected there would be some more adult entertainment and both Zoe and I had been told the same – we were welcome with our partners, but only up to a point. It was an adult nightclub and, as I was constantly told, I was not, yet, an adult. Neither Simon nor Zoe had divulged that they would be attending the Christmas party at the night club to their parents, and Zoe even admitted the following day that she had actually told her mum that she was going to a dinner engagement at our flat. I smiled at her duplicity, but Zoe just shrugged and gave me the line, "it's easier that way." It would have been pointless for Sarah to lie. Mum and Angela were talking so much recently so Sarah was honest and got an honest response back – she approaching seventeen, nearly an adult, and would be trusted, but she was not to break that trust if she wanted to be trusted in the future. Rhea had been shopping and purchased a cocktail dress, even shorter than the ones I had seen. Mum gasped when she saw it and I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable reaction, but it didn't come. Rhea's backless dress had a very plunging neckline, was cut at the bottom in a diagonal line from her waist to to about five inches below her waist and was in a shimmering grey material. "Is that short enough?" I asked, and Rhea raised her eyebrows at me and looked at my trousers. "I know you want to screw half the girls, but do you need to go with your flies undone?" Sarah giggled, and I did them up. She stroked the velvety soft burgundy shirt and Rhea groaned. "And you two better not keep me up tonight." Mum, dressed in a slightly more conservative blue dress, opened the interconnecting door, and we trooped through it, down the stairs and into the night club. It was empty and slightly dark, but she had moved a few of the tables so the dance floor was visible and Ikenna was by the bar. "You serving?" Ikenna asked, and Mum nodded "Yes," she shouted and walked over to him. Ikenna nodded towards Sarah and then his eyes popped out when he saw Rhea. "You're not a little girl any more," he muttered and I think he was probably glad that Rhea didn't hear him. Rhea got to the bar and leant across it, tapping. "C'mon, service, service," she teased. Mum told her to behave, but Rhea just cackled and turned back into the room. "Disgraceful service. I've got a good mind to go somewhere else," she shouted and Mum huffed and turned to her. "Yes Rhea. To bed. Unless you shut up and behave." I dragged Sarah and Zoe to a booth, and we sat down. "I still think you two are the luckiest people around," she muttered. "I'd love to work here." Zoe and I both stared at her and then Zoe replied. "It's hard work." "And we don't even get to see the girls naked," I added, and Zoe spluttered into laughter. "OK, well I did but only 'cause I had a camera." It was good to talk to Zoe and Sarah; we were good friends at college, and I obviously worked with Zoe, and I dated Sarah but I didn't often spend much time with both of them together when Zoe wasn't nagging at us. The bonds between us all were strong. Zoe and I went back years, as did Zoe and Sarah, and she warned us that if Sarah and I ever split up she would not choose between us, not that either of us would have expected her to, or even for us to split up! The dancers arrived, often in pairs, and I introduced them to Sarah and to a lesser extent, Zoe, who couldn't remember half the names of the young ladies. I offered Sarah the choice of a pseudonym, but she just giggled. Rhea was hanging around us, within earshot, and listened as I introduced the dancers, and as much as my sister wanted to be the centre of attention, she knew practically no-one. I wandered over to get a drink each for us, and there was a small queue. Mum was frantically serving behind the bar, and I asked her if she wanted any help. Cherry, the small, thin girl who looked like she was younger than Rhea, smiled and Mum looked over as I spoke. "Yeah, c'mon on then! Those drinks are free, the rest are at the usual price," she said, and I looked over at the two fridges stocked full of brightly coloured alcohol. Cherry flicked her hair back and waited for me to look towards her, and she asked for the red vodka alcopop in the fridge, and I took out two and undid the tops, passing them over. She bit her lip and looked coyly at me, thanking me and then disappeared. Mum watched as Rhea came up to the bar and then saw that she either had to ask Mum or me for an alcoholic drink, and she stopped to ponder whom to ask, before hesitantly choosing myself. "You need to be eighteen," I teased, and Rhea sneered, glancing over at Mum and then whispered. "But I have ID!" Mum saw and told Rhea she could have a couple of drinks, but she was to be sensible and this drew an even bigger sneer than me telling her that she was too young. I took a few beers to the table once we had served everyone and Zoe scowled as I downed half the bottle. "You aren't eighteen," she moaned, and I just shrugged and drank some more. "It's not illegal or wrong, you know to drink it. I just can't buy it." Zoe picked the fruit and vodka drink and took a gulp through the straw. Someone turned some music on and then a few gentleman turned up with a catering spread, which Rhea had first dibs on. Zoe began to enjoy herself and Sarah very much liked speaking to the dancers that kept coming up to us and chatting to me. She seemed almost enchanted by their worldly charm and friendliness, and I was quite glad that neither Juggs nor Alice had come. Isobel and Heather came bounding over a little late, and my ex-lover asked Sarah if she could have a dance with me. Sarah nodded and then took Zoe to the dance floor for us all to make vague swaying motions. Rhea teased as Isobel, and I hugged closely as we moved across the dance floor and then Isobel did a twirl, her dress fanning out as she spun around. "Come join us," I said to Rhea who grabbed the arm of Simon, almost throwing him onto the dance floor and he hugged her tightly. We danced for a bit longer and then I returned to the booth with a few drinks. Rhea and Simon were drinking more than they should, but they were not causing a problem and as long as they didn't drink too much, Mum wouldn't mind. It was after the buffet had been eaten and the party was starting when I looked around the club for Rhea, and couldn't see her; I guessed that she had been sent back to the flat, but I hadn't heard a row, and it was only 7:50pm. I considered it an impossibility that Rhea would have left early voluntarily and without a fuss, and whispered to Zoe if she knew where Simon was. Zoe scanned the club and shook her head, and then we both saw them sneak back down the stairs that lead up to the private rooms. "Oh my," Zoe whispered and I glanced over at Sarah chatting excitably to Jessica and Olivia, the rubber fetishist. We both made a direct line towards Rhea and Simon, with Zoe pulling her brother, still adjusting his shirt and trousers into the corridor leading to changing rooms. "Simon," Zoe called out loudly. "You haven't been..." I sighed and looked at Rhea hovering by the doorway who strode forward and put her arm through Simon's. "So what if we have?" Zoe stared at her brother who just shrugged, and Zoe wiped her face. "Don't tell me, you lost your virginity in a nightclub?" Simon spluttered, and Rhea scowled in annoyance. "Oi," she shouted. "It's private. And no, neither of us lost our virginity in a nightclub." Zoe was scanning her brother's face, and she looked firmly at him. "What have you been up to Simon?" Rhea, annoyed at being ignored, tugged at Simon's arm but he didn't move. "Oh, for fucks sake," she moaned and stared at Zoe. "So what if we've had sex, maybe you should try it and you wouldn't be so up tight." Zoe turned to Rhea and then Simon. "Mum'll go ballistic when she finds out." Simon froze, and Rhea stepped forward and pushed Zoe against the wall. My friend gasped as she did, and Rhea held a finger out in front of her. "You do not tell anyone," she said in a fierce voice. Zoe struggled against Rhea's firm hand pushing against her breast bone and Simon put his hand on Rhea's shoulder, but she shrugged it off. "You hear me. What Simon and I do is up to us, not you. Or Emma." Zoe tried to push Rhea's hand away, but the grip was too strong, pressing her up against the whitewashed wall. "And if you are so worried about it, perhaps you need to ask my brother why we started having sex. In Lancaster." Rhea let go of Zoe, and grabbed hold of Simon escorting him out of the small corridor and Zoe stared at me with her blue eyes waiting for an answer. "I left them some condoms in their double room in case they did," I sheepishly told her, and Zoe puffed out her chest and waved her finger at me. "He is fifteen," she whined. "He is my brother." "And Rhea is my sister," I replied. "Only I didn't want them to facing a trip to the abortion clinic." Zoe sighed and looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "You're a bad influence," she muttered. "Rhea is just copying you. She sees you and she copies you." I stared at her open-mouthed and Zoe just shook her head, pushing her blonde hair back. "Rhea? Copy me, you must be joking," I shouted. Zoe shook her head and pointed at me, shouting back at me. "You love to let everyone know you are the big Andy Williams, sleeping with all those women, have to show everyone and is it any wonder that Simon and Rhea copy you?" "I didn't encourage her," I replied angrily and looked at Zoe. "And I don't want everyone to know my business. I slept with Miss Edwards, but no-one knows that." Zoe gasped, shaking her head and ran out of the corridor; what did I have to say that for? Zoe and Simon left shortly afterwards, and Sarah held my hand and disappeared to the back of the room. We kissed in the shadows, and I saw Mum look around the club and then called out. The lights focused on the stage and a handful of scantily-clad male dancers pranced onto the stage to hoots of encouragement. "We should be going," I whispered to Sarah, but my girlfriend shook her head. "No chance," she replied and I glanced down at Mum sitting a table, looking forward. "No, come on, Sarah," I called and Sarah resisted, but eventually followed me down towards the small table. Mum spun around when she saw us and tapped her watch. "I know," I murmured underneath the loud music echoing around the hall, and Sarah leant across to ask Mum something. Mum shook her head, and Sarah put her hands together to make a pleading motion before Mum sighed and held out five fingers. "We have five minutes," Sarah excitedly said and called out as a muscular guy in Speedo-style underwear flexed his biceps at the front of the stage. I saw Mum grin as she watched Sarah, but my girlfriend was transfixed, watching the stripping guys and she leant over and kissed me the moment the last guy ripped off his underwear and threw it to the audience. "Can I?" "Can you what?" Sarah's eyes sparkled, and as the male stripper jumped down from the stage, she pushed herself to the front of the dozen drunken ladies desperately wanting a better look. Mum held her hands out at me, and I mumbled a "I know!" The gentleman saw Sarah and led her up onto the stage where a chair was brought out, and she was sat down on it. Scarlet put her hand on mine as the half-naked gentleman – full of muscles and charm – spoke into the microphone. "And who have we here?" My girlfriend, grinning from ear to ear, shouted her name and another naked gentleman came with a blindfold and put it around her. Sarah adjusted herself in the seat, and I saw her lustful smile and shaking hands from the floor. There was some whooping as the gentleman with the blindfold – all muscles and a bright orange thong that was straining to contain his appendage - came back with some whipped cream and drew silence to the crowd. "OK Sarah, what have you in front of you?" My girlfriend moved her hand forward and felt the waist of the guy, running her hands over him. Mum shot me a look – this was not part of her plan – but I was relaxed about it; there was no way Sarah would "cheat", and it was all part of being at the club. Lines were blurred, and I had a contentment that I got when I had been drinking. Scarlet whispered into my ear, but I didn't make out what she said due to the noise of the dozens of lustful ladies crowing as Sarah touched the stripper and took his thong down. I was leaking oodles of pre-cum in my boxer shorts; my girlfriend was about to touch another guy and all I could do was wish that it was me! He sprayed some cream onto the end of his cock, and the room went wild as Sarah put it in her mouth, sucking the end. "Cock sucker," Isobel shouted and Sarah gestured towards her. The naked man gestured for Isobel to come up onto the stage and passed her a pale pink strap on dildo. She advanced to my girlfriend, and the naked man, putting his cock out of reach of the teenager and Isobel moved in. There was stifled giggles as Sarah touched it and then pushed it away. "That's not a real one," she cried, and there was laughter. Sarah enjoyed being on stage – they tipped water over her, and she had to strip, she had to simulate sex with Isobel and the strap-on and was then spanked by a giant dildo. It was supposed to be a little humiliating, but Sarah just adored the attention and at the end as she was clapped off the stage, she went up and gave rather full-on kisses to her four tormentors. Mum was not too happy that we had been caught up in the entertainment and sent us back up to the flat before it got any more risqué or sordid. I made a trip around all the staff wishing them a "Happy Christmas" before leaving. I managed to purloin several bottles of beer in my arms and the live sex show (sponsored by free alcohol) had started again with Hugo being spanked by Susie. Sarah had that look in her eye, and I grinned at her as my naked girlfriend walked with me, carrying her dress. "That was amazing," Sarah cried. "I so want to do that again." She bounced up and down, and I barely had time to put the beer on the dining room table before she dragged me upstairs to my bedroom. Sarah practically tore off my clothes; I was incredibly horny from my days of inactivity, but Sarah was like a woman possessed. I think if I had told her that I wasn't in the mood for sex she would either have raped me, or gone back to the club and taken advantage of one of her "tormentors." She was insatiable, and as I tried to go down on her, she pulled me up. "Later," she promised and lay onto my bed, pulling me onto her. She gave a relieved sigh as I gently pushed my cock into her that I mirrored. It felt so delightful to have my cock touching something after many days of celibacy, but Sarah's warm pussy was slick and slippery and it accepted my manhood gratefully. I can only speculate that the sex felt as good to Sarah as I did for me, but she gasped and panted with every thrust. Her eyes flew open as I pounded her teenage body and I felt wave after wave of intense energy flowing to my balls. I felt the tightness I always felt as I neared the point of no return; it had been seconds and I slowed down, pushing into her harder but less frequent but Sarah gave me a quizzical look. "Don't fuck about," she cried and put her hands underneath her thighs and pushed her legs higher. "Just ... oh shit!" I kissed her and thrusted in as hard as I could manage, jack hammering into my poor girlfriend who squealed and cried out. I was at the point I was trying to avoid, but Sarah was massaging my cock so well and her lustful slickness along with my pent-up horniness was too much. I pushed her shoulders into the mattress, screwed up my face and pounded into her as quickly as my muscles would permit. I grunted. "Oh fucking ... I love you," I cried and pushed deep into my girlfriend to cum well inside her. I gave a relieved cry, a tear rolling from my eye as several shots of semen spewed into her. "Oh shit!" I stayed panting on top of her, and she was smiling at me, running her hands through my short hair. "Love you too," she promised. We remained in position for a few moments and Sarah gestured for me to roll onto the bed. Strings of semen lined her thighs as she sat up and reached for the tissues, gently wiping herself and looking at me. I had shot a decent amount into her, and she needed more tissues, but as I stopped panting, she swung her legs over my head and pushed her wet crack onto my face. I never minded going down on Sarah – or Abi – even shortly after I had had sex with them, but the presumptuousness of my beau was striking; she was in the mood, so I had to be. My lips connected with her engorged clitoris, and she gave a satisfied grunt. "Yeah ... there ... do ... hhnnnn." Her noises trailed off as I sucked on her pearl and massaged it with my lips, running my tongue over her button and lapping up her juices. She still tasted as sweet and as delicate as before, but there was an additional mustiness. I felt her legs quiver and shake as they pressed against my ears and I rolled her nipples in my fingers, but there was actually no need; Sarah was too aroused from the evening's tribulations to need much help and her body tensed up and then shook violently. She panted and screamed, crying out my name and descending into hysterical whimpering. She rocked up and down on my face before squealing again and pushing forward to show me her pert rear. She peered back at me panting. "Wow! That was so..." The door to my bedroom flew open, and a naked Rhea stood in my doorway. "For fuck's sake Sarah!" "Rhea ... get out!" "Fuck off," Rhea cried as Sarah hid herself under the covers. "Now me and Simon are trying to watch a porno and all we can hear is you two through the walls." "Simon's gone home," Sarah replied instantly. "I saw Zoe take him." Rhea gave a coy smile. "Yeah ... and he can climb out of his bedroom and is now in my room. So we haven't got very long, and I don't want to hear you two fucking, so learn to button it." "Oh sh..." I snapped but was interrupted by the lovely Sarah. "Yeah, sorry Rhea. We'll keep the noise down. We've sort of finished now anyway." "Make sure you do," Rhea ordered and closed the door firmly. I looked at my girlfriend and shrugged. "We know how to wind her up," I teased. "We always manage to irritate my sister." Sarah looked up at me and put her head on my shoulder staring at my eyes. I instinctively smiled, Sarah's blue eyes sparkled in the half-light, and I saw a warmth and desire in them. "I love you," I muttered to her. "You are wonderful." Sarah bit her lip and sniffed, the palm of her hand coming up to wipe her eyes. "I love you too," she whispered. "But you've gone and made me cry." "Oh," I muttered but she just giggled. "It's not bad. I just ... it feels so fantastic. I just wish I could spend the holidays with you." Her eyes watered again and I put my arm around her body, squeezing her tightly. "But you'll be here with Abi and Zoe." "But I'd rather spend it with you," I replied quickly. It was the truth, and I knew that Sarah and I would struggle if we were apart for any length of time. Our relationship was quite intense, and the longing we would feel would get us both down after a few days. I told Sarah about Zoe and the condoms, but Sarah just shrugged. "She has tried to lecture me before," Sarah admitted. "I am a little fed up with it. I don't know how you can tolerate her at times." "She's just Zoe," I replied. "Not everyone can be like you." "But how anyone can be like her?" Sarah moaned. "She is just such a kill-joy. And gets so huffy when people tell her so." "Well you aren't the most tactful at times," I found myself saying, and Sarah just snorted. "With her, I shouldn't have to be. The frigid, uptight bitch." I bit my lips and wanted to argue with my girlfriend but knew Sarah privately considered Zoe to be too close to me. She didn't need to worry as I never saw Zoe as "girlfriend-material" and she certainly had similar thoughts to me, but there was no way that I was going to tone down a friendship due to jealousy from my girlfriend. "She's not that bad," I told her and Sarah scoffed. "She had a proper go at me at the party and after the Disco. Said that I was being a tramp and a floosy." I gave a half-hearted laugh, but Sarah was annoyed. "What's so funny?" "She calls me a 'sex addict' and all sorts. It's just her way of dealing with us. You should know that by now." Sarah scoffed angrily and pushed away from our intertwined bodies. "Well she can stop it. I'm not a tramp. Or a floosy. And I don't like being called one. It's not fair, and it's..." Sarah didn't finish as I kissed her and then started working my way down her body. "Andy, I'm talking to you. Don't think you can get round me like that!" I pushed her legs apart, and she resisted, but the moment my lips touched her soft folds, she admitted defeat. I swirled my tongue around her maidenhood, and she became her usual compliant self, groaning and crying out loudly. If the way, to a man's heart is through her stomach then the way to Sarah's heart was undoubtedly through her clitoris! She pushed her body into the mattress and rocked back as my tongue explored her crack and probed her muskiness. She grunted and panted, squealing very loudly every time she exhaled. "Oh fuck! Oh God! Hhmmmm." Sarah's cries got louder, and higher pitched; she shouted out to me and pressed my head against her dripping cunt. Her legs twitched, and she held her breath as I flicked her clit strongly and quickly. Sarah gave a roar as she reached her climax, crying out loudly and panting as if she had just run a marathon. "Oh God!" I smiled at her, and she threw her head back, screaming into the room. I heard movement outside but just sucked on her engorged button until she had finished her climax. "I told you!" Rhea barked as the door flew open and she stood there, her face angry and she crossed her arms. "Be fair, Andy. It's not fair hearing you two having sex." Her voice was vexed rather than angry, and she cocked her head. "It would be really great if you two could be a bit more considerate." I noted a sense of begging in her voice, and we apologised – more sincerely this time. "Just make sure you do," Rhea warned us as she slammed the door. "Yeah, we're going to sleep now," I shouted after her and Sarah gave a half-hearted smile as I curled up with her. "Of course, I can be quiet if you fancy giving me a blowjob," I whispered to Sarah, and she smiled at me, before disappearing under the covers to run her tongue over my glans and suck the head of my cock. I muttered a warning to her, but Sarah swallowed my semen as I pumped several waves into the coltish girl and she came up and we snogged, before falling asleep in other's arms. ------- I left Sarah in bed as I got up to go to work. Zoe was waiting for me with crossed arms as we went into the club. Both of us had volunteered to clean the club after the party, even though we knew we would not be paid for it. It seemed fair, we had free food and free drink, and enjoyed ourselves, but Zoe flatly refused to talk to me. "I can't believe you did that," she said to me eventually. "I spoke to Simon last night. You know him, and Rhea have been at it all term." "Oh Zoe. It's their choice." "You knew?" "Well sort of," I told her. "I didn't know, I just guessed, that's all. Well Sarah did as well." "And you did nothing!" Zoe threw her cloth onto the table and shook her head, her eyes fizzing and held out her hands. "They are too young. It's wrong Andy, why can't you see that?" "They are not too young, but it's their choice." "And to encourage them," Zoe added with a tear in her eye and I took a deep breath. "It's illegal as well as immoral." "I did not encourage them, but what would you have done? Rhea and Simon sharing a double bed in a room you aren't in? I wanted to make sure they were safe," I said, and Zoe just puffed. "Look, it doesn't matter whether you think I was right or wrong. I did it for the right reasons," I eventually said, and Zoe grimaced. Deep down, she knew I was right, but it would take awhile before she would admit it. "And I heard you gave Rhea a false alibi," Zoe thundered. "When she tried to commit arson and attempted murder?" I screwed up my face. "That's stretching it." I sighed and looked at my friend. "OK, Rhea is obsessed with Simon, she really likes him, now he's a nice guy, but I don't know what he does to make her so happy. And in the same way Rhea doesn't know what Sarah does to make me happy, but Rhea is happy. And she thinks the world of your brother. Now, she thinks that him being bullied by Nathan is her fault, and she is trying so hard to make it not happen, but she does it in her way. Which is always going to be a bit excessive, over the top and foolhardy. But that is Rhea. And she was hit by Nathan, defending Simon. And did Simon tell you why Rhea did it?" Zoe shook her head. "It doesn't matter..." "Simon was stripped naked in the snow and beaten up in France." Zoe gasped, and I shrugged. "I protected my sister because deep down, I knew that she did the wrong thing for the right reasons, which is exactly what you think I did with the condoms." Zoe sighed and glared at me. "I don't know you. I don't know you anymore. Six months ago, you would not have let Rhea have sex, or lied to your mother, or been complicit in a deception." "And six months ago, would you have watched porn or travelled to another town to get pissed in a pub when you are not eighteen, or spend the afternoon with a pornographer?" Zoe bit her lip and glared at me. "That's not fair," she told me, and I nodded. "I think it is. We are all growing up, and we will make mistakes. But I've done nothing to hurt anyone and I have always done what I think is right. You know that. And I have always done, so maybe I haven't changed that much. Maybe it's you that's changed." Zoe gulped for a moment and then spun 'round. "And what's with Miss Edwards?" "Ahhh well, I shouldn't have mentioned that. I promised Gem ... Christine that I wouldn't." Zoe's eyes bored into me. "You cheated on Sarah ... with our teacher, didn't you?" I sneered at her. "No! It was pre-Sarah. Well it was ... OK Sarah was there anyway. She's a, well she was a stripper, but you are not to tell anyone." Zoe gasped again and put her cleaning stuff down. "Sarah's a stripper? She's not eighteen and..." "No ... not Sarah. Gemma. Sorry Christine. Oh fuck ... Miss Edwards is the stripper ... was the stripper," I flustered. "Why?" "For the money," I responded instantly. "Look she was photographed, we did some photoshoots, and she used to give me Maths tuition. It stopped when she started working at the College." "Oh my God." "Oh Zoe. Didn't Miss Brown teach you anything?" I asked. "And you know they had a prostitute in the front room when we dropped the purse off. Our teachers have sex lives. Hell, Rhea's English teacher is currently banging Mum. They are humans too." "But they should be ... well they should be setting a good example. As should you. Maybe if, you went celibate, Rhea wouldn't be so tempted to do it." "Or ... knowing Rhea ... if you went home with a dozen sex toys, a lifetime supply of condoms and told Simon and Rhea to get jiggy, she'd take up knitting. How about that?" Zoe's scowl deepened, and I threw the cloth back into the bucket. "Or just accept that not everyone can or will live up to your moral code." "I know ... but ... but ... but..." Zoe stammered as she tried to work out what she wanted to say, eventually telling me that I had a duty as a big brother to set an example and sleeping with my Maths tutor was not setting a good example. Zoe joined us in the flat for a drink and we took a walk to town before swapping presents. Sarah and I had bought Zoe a leather-backed bible, we figured she would probably quite like a properly bound copy of her scripture and also if she opened it in front of her family, their perception of us may improve. Personally, I never worried what Emma and Andrew thought of me, but Sarah was a little more sensitive and I just part-funded the present after Sarah had chosen it. For her part, Zoe groaned when she felt the weight of her gift saying that it better had not be too expensive and then gave us our small presents which we said we would open on Christmas Day; Sarah joking said afterwards that it was probably a bible too! "Grace," Sarah asked, leaning across the sofa when we returned to the flat. "When I get to eighteen would you let me work in the club?" Grace laughed but saw that Sarah was deadly serious. "I don't think your mother would appreciate it without talking to her," she eventually said, and Sarah shook her head. "But I'll be eighteen in fifteen months time – no fourteen months. Third of March 2000. Or can I do it before I get to eighteen?" "No. No, you can't do it before you get to eighteen," Mum replied and then sighed. "But it's not as easy as it looks." Sarah nodded and then looked at me. "I do stripteases for him all time, so I have had some practice. And tuition." "Sarah!" I exclaimed, and Mum just chortled. "I don't think you need to continue this," I told her, but Sarah just sneered at me. "I know what you get up to," Mum said looking at me. "You forget Angela, and I do talk." "Yes I know that," I replied quickly. "But it is still private." Sarah looked at me then Mum. "I really want to give it a go," she whined. "All your staff were so awesome, and I know I would just love it. I loved being naked on stage, and it felt such a rush." "It's good for the first night or even the first week. It gets a bit boring after awhile," Mum told her, and Sarah scoffed. "And we might still be going out in March 2000," I told her, and she just crossed her arms. "So. You asked Abi out, and she did it." I went to reply and saw Mum looking at me expectantly. "It'll be my choice what I do, won't it? Or do you think I should dance to your tune?" I spluttered. "Well, no. But what I mean is, shouldn't we be talking about it, before you did it." "Why?" Sarah asked, and Mum raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to date Abi, you didn't mind with her." "I know, but it was different." "Why?" Sarah asked, her face screwed up, and I took a deep breath and went to respond, but Mum's expression made me stop. I suppose if I was honest that I never worried about Abi doing it, it came as part of her, and while I liked to see Sarah do the stripteases and be seductive, I wasn't sure I wanted her to do it to a room full of horny gentlemen every day. In the end, I rubbed my nose and just replied. "Because I think it would be too close to your final exams and I wouldn't want you to miss out on Cambridge." Mum and Sarah both gave me disbelieving look, and I just shrugged. "Maybe after the exams in the Summer?" Sarah puffed at me as I spoke, but Mum just smiled at her. "If your mum says yes, I will give you a go after the exams, maybe." Sarah screwed up her face. "But Mum ain't ever gonna say yes." Mum smiled and got up. "You'll be surprised," she said a little cryptically and then offered us a drink as walked towards the kitchen. Sarah leant over and hissed at me. "You're just jealous," she said. "You couldn't handle me being naked in front of loads of people." I raised my eyebrows at her. "I can, I saw you at the party or have your forgotten about that?" Sarah's expression changed, and she sat aggressively towards me. "I just worry about you." "Well don't," she fizzed. "I don't want you to." I looked at her and crossed my arms, causing Sarah to giggle. "OK. I do. But not in that way!" ------- "I'd rather spend it with you," Sarah said as she packed the last of her things. "But Dad has got Christmas off, it's the first time in years, so we are off to France." Sarah had repeated herself quite a few times, but I passed her the underwear she had sorted, and she squeezed it down the sides of the case. I was certain she had done this deliberately, letting me see that she was taking her "plain" and unsexy underwear for her ten or so days in southern France, but she didn't need to; I trusted her, and with Abi staying at our house for the holidays wondered whether she had her own suspicions. Of course, it went without saying she didn't need to, and Abi knew the score with Sarah and myself, but I still wondered whether Sarah was worried. It appeared not as she didn't broach the subject. I teased her over whether Eric was going (he was) and whether she had enough batteries (she hoped so), and Sarah kissed me after we moved her case onto the floor. Our romantic embrace was ended when Angela barged into the room and told Sarah to make sure she was ready as they were leaving early the following morning. Sarah grunted; it was nine in the evening, and the Baileys had been running around for three hours as they frantically packed. Sarah was due back just after New Year, and we had agreed to have a private Christmas celebration when she returned with a home cooked dinner. Her parents had a party they wanted to attend a couple of days after landing and Sarah, and I would certainly enjoy the freedom of an unoccupied house. Her mother looked at Sarah and myself; I was staying the night but would be unceremoniously thrown out at 9am when they left the house to go to the airport. Angela had been reticent when Sarah had suggested it, but she promised that she would not sulk at all if I spent the last night with her, and I dutifully promised to be out of the house when they left for the airport. Sarah's parents had a Christmas party to attend a local property, and this was something they were unable to cancel, but Paul arrived with his girlfriend from Durham University, so we were not home alone. Paul was taking advantage of the free holiday to spend time with his girlfriend, and they had spent most of the last few days since the end of University term with Elsie's parents in the seaside town of Whitby before travelling down to rural Wendover the day before. "You better not get too tired," Sarah was warned by her Mum as she got ready to leave. "We have a long journey tomorrow." Sarah groaned. "Mum," she grumbled with an annoyed voice. "I do know. But I can sleep on the plane anyhow." Angela rolled her eyes, and Sarah ran her hand through her hair smiling at me. "I am not going to see Andy until 1999 after tomorrow morning. We got to say goodbye somehow." Angela shook her head and went upstairs to get ready, and was waiting for her husband at the door an hour later with a bag. "What time are you going to be home?" Sarah asked, and Angela looked at us. "Late," she muttered and called up to her husband for the second time. Sarah kissed her goodbye and walked into the kitchen. "Pass my regards onto Robert and Holly for me," I muttered once Sarah had left earshot and Angela smirked at me. "Will do," she whispered and rubbed her nose. "And you be careful with my daughter." "I always am," I promised as William appeared and Sarah's parents left for the evening. Sarah barely waited until the door was closed when she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the stairs. Paul was coming out of his bedroom as we reached the landing and rolled his eyes at his occupied sister. "You OK?" He asked, but I am not sure whom he was referring to. "Yeah," we both muttered. Sarah pulled out a bottle from her wardrobe and then two glasses from her drawer. "How good is this?" Sarah asked and turned her television on that was in the very corner of her room. She had a twinkle in her eye and smiled. "OK, I got them off Abi two days ago. She is a very useful contact!" Sarah had been provided with a bottle of white wine that she poured into the goblets and offered one to me, and then withheld it. "When you get naked." "Pardon?" "Naked," she said and put the glass down behind her. She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows as I disrobed in front of her, cooing appreciatively as my boxer shorts fell to the floor. "Better," she told me. "So, what are we doing?" "I got a video to watch," Sarah announced with a smirk and got undressed herself. I held her in my arms exploring her body with smooth strokes that came down her flanks and kissed her neck from behind. She purred as my hands gently ran over her nipples and then squeezed them. She writhed against my body and giggled. "No, not this, yet." Sarah passed me my glass of wine and nodded towards her single bed. Sarah dimmed the lights and sat down, patting next to her with her two remote controls. The video span up and the television switched to "AV" before a naked woman appeared on the screen and a caption. "A porno?" Sarah cackled next to me, and I took a gulp of the wine. "Sure. I said Abi is a great contact. She's got a decent collection, but a couple were locked away. Hey, they aren't of ... you two ... are they?" I snorted, and she looked at me. "I don't think so," I told her honestly as the nude woman was joined by a naked man by a swimming pool. We watched, and Sarah gulped down her drink and reached for the wine to refill her glass. Sarah wriggled as the couple on screen got amorous and had another goblet of wine, before I had even finished my first. She kept fawning over me, and I put my wine down and kissed her on the lips, and then slid down her body, sucking on her nipples and then kissing the tops of her mons. She pulled me back up and shook her head. "Can we watch some of the film before I get distracted?" Sarah begged with a titter. "'Cos y'know!" I sighed and cuddled up to her as we watched the amorous couple get joined by more and more men until it became a full-on orgy. Sarah sighed and mewed as she watched it – the woman had an awful lot of men lavish their cocks upon her. "Jealous?" "Oh yes," Sarah muttered and giggled at me with a smirk on her face. "But that's too many guys. I mean, eight now. She's greedy." "Yeah, I guess with eight you'd need some help," I told her and moved my hand to her mons, sliding my fingers either side of her slit. "You'd need to have another girl, like Abi or Ingrid, to take some of the strain. 'Cause you can't have all those guys around you, poking you, and touching you." I spoke in a quiet voice, and my fingers touched her fold as I whispered into her ear. "You'd be getting fucked by one and another would have their cock in your mouth, maybe they would be touching your clit." "Hmmmm-nnnnn," Sarah muttered and I rolled her pearl in my fingers. "We'd photo you, just so you could see what a dirty slut you can be and they'd take you time after time after time until you were full up." I know my erotic talking was poor, but Sarah was getting off on it, the sounds from the television and the probing of my fingers. She cried and squealed, pushing her body against my fingers as her hips adopted a bucking motion. She opened her eyes and looked at across at me. "Go down there," she ordered and I couldn't resist her! She was exceptionally wet, and just groaned the moment my tongue touched her musky crack. She writhed under my tongue's strokes and exhaled loudly with every flick of her button. I could hear the sounds of our lucky porn actress behind me, and the unfaked sounds of female arousal from the girlfriend in front of me; it sounded like we were at an orgy! My erection dug into the bed, and leaked pre-cum, but I was focused on Sarah; her engorged clit was being forcefully lapped by my tiring tongue, and she was squealing and shrieking loudly. I plunged my finger into her and wiggled my hand violently; Sarah cried out and screeched, her hands pushing my head into my fingers underneath my chin and her legs squeezing my ears. Her body shook and tensed up and she held her breath, before letting out a deafening roar. She panted, and moved her legs out as my fingers pressed against the side of her vaginal wall and she caterwauled lustfully and vociferously, pushing her head back and swearing involuntarily at me. She gasped and puffed as my mouth made an "O" over her clitoris and sucked. She thrashed her legs and emitted a sound with every exhalation; she was going to orgasm again and I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Sarah yelled out as her entire body shook violently, and her legs pressed against my head so tightly I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets! Her climax seemed to last forever, and she rolled over onto her side, squeezing her thighs as my tongue just sucked her clit and my fingers pressed on her wall. She screeched and yelled as her legs shook violently and her pussy squeezed my intruding fingers. "Stop," she begged and I pulled her left leg back on the bed and slid on top of her. I didn't need any help in finding her hole, and she gasped as it slid all the way in. I knew I wouldn't last too long, but Sarah felt unbelievably tight and with every thrust got so close to the point of no return. I resisted for as long as I could but screwed up my face with a grunt and unloaded my cum into the little minx underneath me. She kissed me as I experienced my aftershocks and beamed as I disengaged our semen-covered genitals from each other. "Love you," I told her and she smiled. "Love you too. Gonna miss you!" Sarah flicked the pornography off with a wave of the remote control and set the tape to rewind. I held out my hand to my lover and pulled her to her feet, ignoring the wet patch on the bed I walked out with Sarah, we both needed cleaning up and almost walked into a topless Elsie coming out of the door next to us. She shrieked, and her long dark brown hair shook as she spun around. "Sorry," I said immediately; I think she was stunned by her toplessness and our nakedness. "It's OK," Elsie said as I covered my dripping cock. "We heard you." Paul emerged from the room and cackled at us stood motionless in the corridor. "You should learn to be quiet," Paul said as he put his head around the door with a smirk. "Hearing my little sister like that. It's..." "It's enough to make her jealous," my naked and slightly tipsy girlfriend teased from behind me. "Go on Paul, make your bird scream!" Paul blushed and spluttered as he wrapped his arm around Elsie to preserve her modesty. "He does fine," Elsie told her, and I squeezed Sarah's hand. It was a tense moment – we both looked at Paul and Elsie expecting them to make the next move, but Sarah spoke first. "Not that fine," Sarah teased. "What you need to is to go down on..." "Sarah!" Paul cried and scowled at her. "I don't want to hear it. You're my baby sister." Sarah giggled and kissed me on the lips. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of great sex. And I don't think poor Elsie is getting enough." Elsie spluttered, and Paul squeezed his partner. "She's had a few," I explained, and Sarah squeezed my cock. "Yeah ... orgasms! How many have you had, Elsie?" Elsie looked up at Paul who was scowling at Sarah. "Come on," I gestured to my girlfriend and pulled her towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. "What is it with siblings," I moaned as I took a wad of toilet tissue... "But that was mean!" We came out into the landing to hear talking from the other side of Paul's door. "I know," she giggled loudly. "But if my brother isn't looking after her, she'll dump him. It's for his own good." "Not everything come down to sex," I told my girlfriend as I opened her bedroom door. She smiled at me as she sat on the bed and we heard the unmistakeable sounds of female arousal. "She's faking it," Sarah muttered, but Elsie was grunting and groaning loudly and Sarah giggled. "I'm not having that!" Sarah cleared her throat. "Oh yeah ... Oh God," Sarah squealed with a glint in her eye. "Oh ... oh fuckin' hell." "Sarah," I hissed, but she threw herself back on the bed and started bouncing on it, ensuring her headboard banged against the wall. She shouted and screamed, faking her orgasm very convincingly. "Come on," she begged with a grin as "Elsie" orgasmed for the second time through the wall. "She is definitely faking it." "How can you tell?" "Come here you hot ... man," Elsie shouted. "Cover me in your ... love juice." We sniggered, and Sarah shrugged. "She is very sheltered," Sarah whispered. "God knows what she's been reading or watching." I coughed, but Sarah pulled me over to her, and pushed me into her crotch. "Want something?" Sarah nodded and rubbed her slit as my tongue danced over her labia. She giggled and sighed, pushing her hips forward and muttering gleefully as my lips sealed over her clit. She was extremely aroused and groaned the moment I started flicking her button. She whimpered and mewled with every touch and ran her hands through my hair. She exaggerated every sound, screaming out my name as my tongue flicked and sucked her to a shuddering climax. "Fuck yes, don't stop," Sarah cried out. I shook my head, but Elsie screeched. "That big, ahh that will never fit and ... oh my God." "So naïve," Sarah murmured at me and my fingers probed her hole and began to rotate as my tongue glided over her slit, my chin resting on my wrist. Sarah, once again, made loud and crude screams that left everyone with no doubt what we were doing. We heard Elsie yell louder about it "feeling so good" and Sarah giggled. The battle between Sarah and Elsie continued as Sarah had four real orgasms and about a dozen fake ones, and I lost track of how many Elsie had. Sarah simulated the sound of headboards banging as well as really spanking me on the bed to give the sound of some "kinkiness." "Cry out," Sarah hissed and hit me as hard as she could on my back. "Ooowwww," I yelled at her and scowled. "That bloody hurt." Sarah giggled and hit me again. "That's the idea." "How about me hitting you?" I asked as I put myself out of range. "Or we could just watch a film." "No way," Sarah moaned and then went down on me as a "treat" as long as I made lots of loud cries, groans and praised her loudly. Her ostentatious shows of sexual satisfaction were not making me comfortable, but Sarah loved the idea of teasing her brother with her vocal lustfulness. We heard Paul and Elsie leave their room as Sarah swallowed my semen and she looked at me. I kissed her on the lips and explored her mouth with tongues. "Not what I expected to be doing on our last night," I told her and she shrugged. "What going down on me, and sex, and ... stuff. Sure you did!" "Come on, let's get something to drink!" Sarah put a T-Shirt over her that barely covered her waist, and I had a pair of shorts to put on to cover my dignity. "You so need to learn to fake orgasms," Sarah told Elsie as we got ourselves a drink. Elsie looked up from the dining table and shook her head. "Or you need to learn to give her real ones." "I wasn't fakin' 'em," Elsie blushed and looked at Paul, biting her lip. "I..." Sarah cackled and cuddled up to me. "Let's just say you aren't going to be an actress," she teased and Paul crossed his arms. "Or a porn star." "We were just giving you a taste of your medicine. It's not nice to hear your brother or sister having sex," he told his younger sister, and she just giggled and kissed me on the lips. "We didn't mean to, originally," I told Sarah's brother and took the two cups of tea I was making. "But we'll leave you alone. And we'll be quiet," I promised. Sarah licked her lips and smiled at me, wiggling her hips as we walked out of the room. "Not that quiet!" I turned back to apologise, but Elsie and Paul were kissing, and Sarah had that glint in her eye: I had boyfriendly duties to perform. ------- Sarah's alarm clock rudely woke us up at seven in the morning. Sarah had set it so we could have one last kiss and cuddle, but I was too worn out from the night before and we just held each other. We had eventually gotten to sleep after Sarah's parents had returned and we had been having sex off and on for most of the previous five hours! "Either I have butterflies in my stomach, or I am just hungry," Sarah whispered and I laughed. "You say the most romantic of things," I whispered back and kissed her neck. "I'd rather you kissed me down there," Sarah said and slid my hands down the bed. "Aren't you worn out yet?" "No," Sarah moaned and I stretched. "I am not going to be gettin' any Andy lovin' for almost two weeks." "Ahh..." I told her. "Well I am not getting any Sarah lovin' either. Or any Andy lovin' 'cause you've banned me." "OK," she muttered. "You can play with yourself again now." There was a pause, and she bit her lip. "But please, not with Abi or Scarlet or..." "Of course not," I replied quickly. "Why would you think I would?" "I want us to, but not yet," I saw her voice croak and hugged her. "I mean, I know us being apart is tough, but I want us to do it with someone together first. Make it ... well special." I kissed her on the lips. "I only have eyes for you," I promised her and held her tight. "Yeah, but you are spending Christmas with Abi. And you had eyes for her once. And I just know that..." "Sssshhh!" I told her and kissed her again. "I am not going to be going wandering. Stop thinking that I will." She smiled slightly and went to protest. "I spent all summer chasing you, you think I would throw it away?" "I wasn't saying that, I was ... oh I don't know. I sort of know you won't and I ... I'm being silly aren't I?" "Yes, you are," I told her, and she wrapped her naked arms around me. "Of course, if you were to carry out your threat because of Donna and..." My eyes clearly told her that I was winding her up as she pushed me after I spoke. "I think you've done well enough on that score," she told me. "I know you've made an effort, but she wants to leave College 'cause of Ray now." "Shit! Really?" "Yeah," Sarah muttered and shrugged. "He is being a right cock at the moment, and I know Donna was a bitch, but he's gone way over the top. Donna blames you for it, reckon it's Rhea's influence." I spluttered and shook my head. "No offence but that's whacked out. Rhea and Ray aren't friends; she would tease him mercilessly." "She teases everyone mercilessly," Sarah moaned. "She can be very selfish at times." "You think I don't know this?" I asked and put my arms around Sarah. "But you won't need to worry about her for weeks, will you?" Sarah didn't get to answer the question as there was a bang on the door as Angela told Sarah she had "ten minutes." I looked into her eyes and slid down the bed. "Guess I've got boyfriendly duties to perform," I told her but she hauled me back and shook her head. "69," she whispered. "I'm worn out," I moaned, and Sarah cocked her head. OK; go on then," I muttered as Sarah got out of her single bed, swung her legs over my head and let her body rest on my face. I probed her slit with my tongue as her mouth slid over my engorged cock and sucked with wild abandon. I lapped up her sapid muskiness and ran my tongue down her slick runway before sucking on her engorged pearl. Sarah squalled lustfully into my cock as I lapped at her cunt and my hands explored her body. She was sighed and gasped as her tongue darted around my head, but I knew she was nearing her orgasm, and I sucked on her clit to bring her to a climax. She doubled her efforts on my manhood, swirling her tongue around the head as I neared my own climax and I mumbled a warning into her dripping crotch. She finished me off by stroking my cock, and my whimpers were masked by her body over my mouth. I ran my hands up and down her back before sighing into her slit. "Thank you," I muttered as she reached for the tissues and cleaned me up. "Thank you," Sarah replied as she wiped herself. "Nice thing to end on?" "Yeah," I muttered and she grinned at me. "Come on, we better get dressed." Angela gave us a knowing look as we came down for breakfast. I had packed my little bag and had it with me, but she was darting here, there and everywhere. She gave me a catalogue to give back to Mum that contained alcoholic drinks and got annoyed with Sarah when she forgot to bring her luggage down. William and I loaded up their car, and with a few minutes to spare the entire family were ready. I kissed Sarah goodbye, and she promised to ring me with a number I could contact her on before I waved them off. Although, Angela and William offered to drop me off at the station or Aylesbury, it would involve detours from their intended journey to Stansted Airport, and I wanted the time to myself. By the time, I got to the station I was already missing Sarah, and as pathetic as it sounded the fact that I would not see her for nearly a fortnight made me feel a little empty. There was something about knowing she was in the next town and not busy that obviously satisfied an urge that I had. I wanted her to be here with me, and I wanted to spend Christmas with her. Zoe didn't say much when I got to the club, she had just arrived herself, but she noticed I wasn't talkative and came across. "She'll be back soon enough," she said softly and touched my arm. "The days will fly by, you'll hardly notice she has gone." I looked up, and Zoe just shrugged. "Honestly." "Yeah, I'm sure. I just would have liked to spend some of Christmas with her. I spent last Christmas Day with Paula, and the one before that, and the one before that. I just don't know what I'll do. We are having our Christmas in January," I muttered. Zoe looked up at me and smiled. "You know Simon is coming on Boxing Day." I screwed up my face and shook my head. "No." Zoe giggled. "He asked Mum if he could stay the night and she said no, so they had a bit of an argument. End result is that he is coming over after lunch but has to be home by 10pm. Which he didn't like." "You coming too?" Zoe bit her lip. "Well I haven't been invited." "I didn't think you were talking to me," I added, and Zoe took a deep breath. "I am a little annoyed that you gave them condoms, and didn't tell me, but I s'pose when I thought about it, I expected little else really. I know what you are like, you never betray anyone's confidence, and that isn't a bad thing. I was just shocked." I raised my eyebrows. "Here's a thing. Expect the very worst from Rhea, and then you can't be shocked!" "It was Simon though. He has changed in the last few months." I gave a chuckle, but Zoe was serious. "I don't think it's all bad, but he definitely changed. He is more confident and happier in himself." "So Rhea is a good thing?" I asked flippantly, and Zoe snorted. "She's not been bad for him, he is different. I just never thought he would be having sex at such a young age. I mean, I spoke to him about it, and he went all embarrassed and then started asking about whether Sarah and I in the summer was biblically OK, which it wasn't." I sighed at her, and Zoe just stared at the dirty table. "I keep asking myself what should I do? If I tell Mum and Dad they will stop Simon from ever seeing Rhea, but I don't want to keep secrets." "You get yourself knotted up," I said with a calm voice and held out my hand to her, to guide her to the chair. I put my finger underneath her chin and lifted it up, so she was looking directly into my eyes. "You can't solve everything. Let Simon and Rhea do their own thing, just make sure they aren't taking any silly risks," I suggested to her and Zoe shrugged. "It just feels so wrong." "What that your brother has a sex life? You say that about Sarah and I," I replied and Zoe snorted. "Well, you two are immoral," Zoe said quickly and then looked apologetically at me. "Well I will not be immoral over the course of the holiday," I promised, and Zoe grinned at me. "I should hope not." ------- Zoe was keen to get away as soon as possible on Christmas Eve and I found myself locking up alone and dropping the keys off upstairs. Simon was being chased by Rhea around the living room, and I took to helping Simon out by throwing my little sister onto the sofa before going to meet some old friends with a bag of presents. Scarlet called out to me as I walked into the pub; she was waiting for me in the corner with a pint of beer in front of her and a glass of wine. "Eddie's picking me up in an hour and a half" she told me. "That'll be long 'nough, right?" I smiled and passed her over two presents – a photographic book of naked women for Eddie and an ankle bracelet for Scarlet. I had deliberately not told Sarah or Mum what I had bought her as I didn't want the questions and Scarlet passed over a wrapped package for me. "Cheers," I thanked her sitting down. "You didn't have to." "And you didn't have to," Scarlet replied. "But I guessed you might." "So Eddie OK now? You're meeting me for a Sunday drink and..." Her eyes flickered. "You arranged it for him to attend an orgy. He thinks your alright." I laughed at her and she licked her lips, wiping her face. "We have an arrangement," she confessed. "What sort of arrangement?" "Well let's just say I've let him give one of his hands on his farm a good performance review." I hummed, and she smiled. "I will be away for a month in January, and it'll make life difficult for us, so I told him to." I looked into her eyes, and she cocked her head. "I was a stripper for months, and he had to accept that. And I saw him with your Sarah. He was shocked but happy with it, and I just feel like it's only fair." "I can't see Sarah allowing me to have wandering hands without her," I joked and then screwed up my face as I thought. "Actually..." Scarlet smiled at me. "From what Isobel says..." she paused as she looked at my expression. "Yes, and I do still see her. From what she says Sarah is just the sort of girl to get you to do that." "Well she's told me not to for Christmas." Scarlet giggled. "I know. I think Isobel really wanted to do something naughty. You know she is getting quite desperate." "Really?" I was a little surprised at how little I had missed Abi's lustful episodes, but then they were replaced by Sarah's libido. What's she doing now?" "She's in a weird position." Scarlet continued by telling me that "Isobel" did not want a relationship but did want sex, but also some emotional attachment. "Basically she wants another you." "Another project," I muttered, and Scarlet waved her hand in acceptance of this as she drank her drink. Scarlet was certainly still herself – as upbeat yet calm as ever and just asked subtly about the things in my life. She looked into my eyes when she asked me about Vanessa and the drugs in the club, and she became the second person I confessed my night of weakness to. "S'ok," she told me. "Everyone tries it once. Just don't do it again." I tried to think of something to say, but she just giggled. "Ahh the amount of drugs on set. It's like a Columbian ... well I'm sure you can guess." "I'm not proud of it," I told her, and she nodded. "Shouldn't be." "But I just want to forget it, and now that Vanessa's gone, it shouldn't come up again." Scarlet wiped her brow and nodded. "Your mum's always been very sharp on drugs," she told me. "I've worked in the odd place or two," the pretty actress confessed. "And Aylesbury is the only place where it is not secretly tolerated." "Right ... well you can see why I didn't confess." "If your mum asked she probably already knows," Scarlet told me. "Deep down, she knows. But then if you didn't admit it and you aren't doing Coke any more she's probably not going to find out 'less you tell her." "Which I won't be doing," I replied immediately. "I can own up to all my indiscretions except that one. It is one step too far." Scarlet gave me a look, and I just shrugged, eager to move the conversation on. "So what's Eddie up to today?" "It's down time on the farm. He's talking to a few people. He needs to sort some stuff out in the new year – all about calves and the milk herd. Says he wants to get some new breeds in." I looked at her, and she just shrugged. "I don't understand much of it," she confessed. "It's all over my head." "He hasn't got you working there then." Scarlet's face twisted. "Ahh, he already has help, though I think he needs some more. He ... he doesn't tell me too much." I went to speak, and she smiled at me. "I know what you are going to say. If I was more of a farmer's wife I'd know but..." "But it isn't you. Yes, I think you told me." Scarlet rocked back in her chair and nodded. "No, it isn't me. But he has enough girls and guys in the village who do want to help him. I mean getting messy and chasing animals and stuff. I don't mind helping him because he is the one I love, but I won't enjoy doing it. And he thinks I should, but would you enjoy shovelling cow shit?" I shrugged. "No. But I've told Sarah to get a job, and she hasn't. I am sure shovelling cow shit..." Scarlet burst into laughter and she spoke about Sarah; she got the impression Sarah was lustfully impulsive and then wondered if it was such a good idea for her to be working with her highly lustful partner. "I mean, he told me of a game he used to do when he was younger. It's chicken with a muck spreader. Him and his brothers used to stand behind the muck spreader and the last one to run won, unless they got hit. It's disgusting." "It sounds like what kids'd get up to!" We chatted amicably and had a few drinks. Scarlet had got her place on the television series – The Ten Rules of Infidelity – and her dinner had purely been the director giving her the good news and welcoming her to the production team. "No stripping required," she told me with a smirk. As we finished our third drink, Scarlet looked at her watch and muttered. "Better go now. Eddie'll be ready." I looked up at the clock and smiled; we had been talking for almost two hours. "Sure," I told her and we got up, walking out of the pub and into the car park where Eddie was waiting. I gave Scarlet a peck on the cheek and waved at her as she drove down the street; Scarlet was fast becoming a close confidant – the sort of person Zoe should be if she stopped evangelising at me. Another person I did have to see was Ray and I had only just bought his present – a book on how to photograph young ladies naked – the day before (the local bookshop had to order it in.) I rang him from my mobile, and he told me that he was at home, but his voice was terse and abrupt; I wondered what had happened. The train journey to Ray's house didn't take long as I managed to time my arrival at the station just as a train was due to leave. The ticket office was closed (as usual), and I took my chances on the train. I was sweating a bit as it approached Stoke Mandeville as there was a ticket inspector working his way through the train, but I got off before he got to me. I knew there was always an immorality to my "fare dodging" and I always bought a ticket if I was going to Harrow or London, but it was a ridiculous sum of money for just one or two stops and I didn't like the monopoly they had. In essence, it was something that both Rhea and I did, although we were often careful to have the change on us; if I had been stopped I could have said the ticket office was closed, and I wanted to buy a ticket from the inspector, which was technically allowed. Ray was in the garden, his arm wrapped around the incredibly fluorescent Lucille; she looked like something from the 1980s, but her skin tight clothes made her look fairly sexy. "Hiya mate," Ray called when he saw me and passed me a bottle of local ale from a bucket. Lucille and Ray were both smoking, and Lucille offered me the packet of cigarettes to take one, but I declined. "Happy Christmas," I said as I sat down and opened the beer on the bottle opener. "And cheers." "You staying for a bite to eat?" Ray asked me, and I shook my head as I took a gulp of the brown alcohol. "Nah, and when did you start smoking?" "I've smoked for ages," Ray said quickly. I shot a glance as Lucille inhaled and shook my head; Ray hadn't smoked since Zoe, and I tried it many years ago, and it was clear to me that he had adopted a smoking habit to impress Lucille. "But your parents don't like smoking," I told him and Lucille's eyebrows raised slightly. "Yeah, I know. They don't like Lucille sleeping in my room either." He paused for a moment and took a swig from his drink. "But her folks are in Bermuda or Barbados or somewhere, so she's here for Christmas. Just wish my folks would fuck off to Bermuda for Christmas too." I rolled my eyes and heard some footsteps at the end of the garden. "I heard that Master Ashton," a motherly voice told him firmly. "And we've let you have Lucille over and to stay in your room, even though you've only known her for a few weeks. So you mind your tongue." I laughed and sat back on the chair. "Parents, eh?" I teased Ray, but he just shrugged. I had never seen Ray as being particular boastful but he was certainly excited and gleeful, happily telling me that he had almost a dozen films developed of intimate photos of Lucille. The flamboyant fashionista giggled at this, and she tapped at the table with her multicoloured nails. "But it's soooo sexy!" She told me and got up to go to the toilet. I took the time to ask Ray exactly what had happened with Donna and he flinched as he spoke. "I caught her going out with an old boyfriend," he admitted. "Danny – and she went back to his house with his friends." He gulped and swirled his drink. "When I asked her, she just said she was drunk and that I would forgive her as I always did, so I told her to do one." "Sorry mate," I muttered and he pursed his lips and gave me a snort. "Best thing that could have happened" he told me. "Met Luci and she's way nicer." I left soon after I finished my beer and wished both Ray and Lucille happy holidays, setting off towards the train station with some pace. I heard some running footsteps as I walked down the road to the station and turned to see Jenny – or "Jessica" - catch up with me. I turned to greet her, and she slapped me with a grin. "You deserve that," she said firmly. "What for?" "Boasting," she said, but she was smiling. "I know you boasted to Ray about us." "Ahh yes. Well he got my blood up. Sorry 'bout that." "So you bloody should be." I bit my lip as the sexy girl – dressed in just a T-Shirt and jeans – shivered. "I thought you'd be a little discreet." "Yeah, it sort of came out," I confessed, and she took a deep breath. "I've kept all my other liaisons secret." "And I heard you set him up with that Lucille. What were you thinking of?" "I didn't set them up. I got a commission to do some photography and took Ray along." Jenny's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms. "But she is ... just dreadful." "Ray likes her. Actually Ray says he loves her." "Well Ray has seriously shit taste in girls. Donna then Lucille. Do you know the sounds that I have heard coming through the walls? I mean 6am this morning. 6am! Do you think I want to hear her screaming echoing in my room? And they were at it from 6am to 10am. That's four hours. She must have genitals of asbestos!" "That's not my fault," I told her and she snorted. "Every night and every morning since she's arrived. Every bloody day. I know they have only just started going out, but every bloody day." "Honeymoon period? I mean, it's only natural isn't it?" "No!" Jenny cried, and I gestured towards the station; there were not many trains on Christmas Eve and I didn't want to miss the one I was planning to get and have to wait for an hour until the next one. "It's just ... so inconsiderate. It's not Ray." "No," I agreed. "It's not Ray. But his split with Donna's made him self-centred." Jenny hummed in agreement and sat down with me on the platform; my train was twenty minutes late. She told me that she had enjoyed going back to the club but had to work on Friday afternoons at her "other job" so that meant she was missing the team meetings, which Mum wasn't too happy about! In turn, I told her what happened at the Christmas Disco with Donna and Ray and she crossed her arms. "I'll have to have a word with him!" "Well don't tell him that I told you," I panickily told her, and she grinned. "You wouldn't keep our secret to Ray," she teased and then told me that I had nothing to worry about. "He can't go flashing Donna's underwear to his class. That's bang out of order." My train arrived a few minutes later, and I wished the Burlesque dancer a Merry Christmas. Aylesbury was almost derelict as I walked back from the train station – the last minute shoppers all but gone and sat down on the couch with Rhea as I came in; there was a classic film on in the background. "Hiya, what you been up to?" Rhea looked at the door and shrugged. "Nothing. Why?" I smiled at her evasiveness. Abi sat down next to me and cuddled into me with a glass of wine. She looked at Rhea with a glint in her eye. "What is Santa bringing you?" Rhea puffed and smiled. "Fat man comes into my room, calls me a 'ho', he is going to get flattened," Rhea told her with a grin. "Basically nothing," I teased. "You see Santa has a Naughty and Nice list." "Yeah, and I am certainly on the naughty list. Hell I think I'm past naughty and onto the dreadful list. But that's fine, 'cos all the interesting people are on that list." "And maybe Satan will treat those on that list." "Did you know Santa and Satan are anagrams of each other," my sister asked with a grin. "A coincidence? Not friggin' likely!" We laughed at her, and Abi started asking about Sarah. I was reluctant to talk about my relationship with Rhea in the room, but she soon disappeared and with just my ex-lover and I sitting down on the sofa I felt much more at ease. Mum came back as I had finished telling Abi about Sarah's plans for orgiastic debauchery, and I cut short my description; it felt good to have the long-haired Scottish girl back in the flat as in a weird way I had missed her. Apart from film nights, I rarely had a reason to see Abi, and she never stayed over any more, so I was seeing less and less of her. Of course, Abi being the liberal, relaxed young lady that she was, she was not upset by the lack of contact and along from the odd game of text message tennis we had played she was apparently happy with the status quo. I asked her on this, and she just shrugged and rubbed the back of my hand. "S'ok," she muttered. "Seriously, it's OK. It's good to see you with Sarah, I always told you that you'd make a great couple and..." Her voice mumbled. "I think your happier now." I couldn't deny this, but I still wanted Abi in my life and she gave me a coy smile as I told her. "And I still want you," she replied. ------- Abi was the first to wake up, and she poked her head around the door. "Santa's been," she cried, her face dripping with schoolgirl over-excitement. I looked up from my bed and beckoned her inside; I almost felt a little lost that she hadn't spent the night in my bed but knew that I had a promise to keep to Sarah. Abi's eyes glistened in the weak wintery sunshine poking through the crack in the curtains. "Excited?" I teased, and Abi stuck her tongue out. "I've not had a reason to look forward to Christmas for years," she muttered and held out her hand to me. "Come on, get up." I pushed my duvet to one side and showed her my morning erection. "I'm up," I teased, and Abi's eyes flickered to it. "Too bad Sarah is not here," she muttered and grabbed my hand. "Come on." I slung a dressing gown over my shoulders and walked downstairs to see Rhea and Mum already around the table getting their breakfast. I guessed Abi had woken them up first, and I looked across at their sleepy faces and weary eyes. "Whatcha havin'?" "Sleep?" I asked with a smile. "Or failing that a fry up – bacon, eggs, sausages, fried bread, hash browns, black pudding, beans, mushrooms, tomatoes..." "Have some muesli," Abi said firmly. "I have'ne a time to make all that." I laughed as she poured a stingy portion of cereal into a bowl and passed it to me with a splash of milk. There was some tea in the tea pot on the table, and I looked at my family. "Abi woke you up?" "Yes," they said in unison but Abi shrugged from behind them. "Ahh ... but it's Christmas." It certainly showed the feelings we all had for the wild stripper from Scotland as anyone else waking Rhea up without a very good reason before 7am was in serious danger of getting their head kicked in, but Abi had not only managed it, but done it so that both Mum and Rhea were not angry. Everyone had taken Abi to heart; she was a vulnerable and scared woman when we first met her, but in the six months since had morphed into a true member of the family. Rhea finished her cereal and got up, but Abi almost jumped on her and led her to the front room. I followed right behind and walked over to the Christmas tree. "Wait for me," Mum cried and reached us as we got to the gift laden pine. Rhea and I started sorting out the presents as Abi watched, almost dancing from one leg to another. I put Julie's present back under the tree and then looked at Mum. "Is Julie coming down?" I asked, and Mum shrugged. "She sent me a text a few days ago saying she might pop down after New Year," she said solemnly. "She is up in Derby with Oliver I think." "Oh," Abi said and then looked at our faces and Rhea just grunted. "Yeah, well, bollocks to her. She never did like having much to do with us." Mum scowled a little; Julie was her daughter, her first child and Rhea's hostile attitude towards her own sister always upset Mum a little. I suppose I knew why Rhea felt like that, Julie had been slowly disintegrating herself from the family for years, she spent most of her college years at her boyfriend's or friend's houses, and since she went to University, I had barely seen her. Personally, I did not mind too much, I don't think Julie ever really wanted a brother or a sister as we cramped her style too much, and while I could not shake the fact that she was my sister, it wouldn't be too wrong to say that I didn't actually like her that much. Strangely, I found a far closer affinity with Rhea. She may have hit, poisoned, strangled, drowned, embarrassed, humiliated, gauged and burnt me over the years, but she was my little sister, and for all her faults I loved her immensely. Abi looked at Rhea and then muttered. "It's not good when sisters don't like each other, Rhea." I thought back to the disagreeable Moira and nodded, and Mum looked at me. It was a familial tradition that at Christmas, we took it in turns to pass the gifts we had bought to each person; Mum thought it got confusing when we had a mountain of presents in that we forgot who had bought what, and it also meant we could (and would) thank the person who had got us the gift. I went first and passed Mum a couple of presents and then Rhea a couple, and then Abi three gifts and put the remainder back under the tree – they were for Sarah. There was already a pile of gifts under the Christmas tree, they were from Dad or other people – and most were for Mum from the club. Rhea eagerly tore off the poorly-wrapped gift and smiled when she saw and England rugby shirt, putting it over her nightie and cooing. "Awesome bro," she screeched, and I grinned. Rhea did like her rugby, but then it was the most violent game she was allowed to play. I did wonder if they would allow her to box or do a martial art and then decided that it was unwise thought. Mum liked her video and CD I had bought her, and Rhea scanned the back of her compilation CD I had bought and scowled. "It has the Spice Girls on it," she moaned, and I shrugged. "Perhaps if you work out how to use the fast forward button, it wouldn't be so bad," I teased and Rhea just poked a tongue out at me. We watched Abi who was rolling a bracelet in her hand and looked at me. "It's wonderful," she almost whispered and wiped a tear from her cheek. The silver bracelet had a number of small charms on them, and I had bought it at the workshop in Harrow, I knew how much she loved her jewellery and she just bit her lip, slipping the silver chain over her wrist. "Look Grace." Mum smiled at it and then looked at me. "It's nice," she muttered, and Rhea's eyes narrowed. Abi opened a book from me and then a giant picture frame of her in bluebells. Rhea spluttered at the suggestiveness of the picture, but Abi was clothed and decent. Rhea had bought me a book on photography as well as a bedpost (for me to record all the notches), and Mum had bought me some clothes, but I detected that they were Abi's choice. Rhea had a handheld games console that she gleefully powered on, and we looked towards Abi. Abi had a small box of gifts and started by passing me a small package that I tore open to be confronted with a posing pouch. Rhea cackled at the elephant on the front. "It's from the girls," Abi said. "We couldn't let Christmas pass by without something." "Which ones?" I asked, and Abi just smiled. "All of them." Mum replied giggling as I held it up and Abi passed her a heavy box that contained a bottle of vintage wine and Rhea unwrapped some games for her newly held games console. Lastly, Abi passed me a small cube, and I looked at her smirking. I could tell something was afoot, but I didn't know what. Mum looked on, and even Rhea put down her clothes she had unwrapped from Abi to watch. "What?" I asked, looking at the faces staring at me. "Well open it," Rhea answered and I tentatively unwrapped the red and gold wrapping paper. I bit my lip and saw a burgundy box a few inches wide with OMEGA stamped across the top. I looked at Abi who was smirking at me. "A watch?" I asked, opening it slowly gasping as I saw the solid watch. "It's the same one James Bond wears isn't it?" Rhea asked, and Abi nodded. "Wow," I said and looked at the small booklet and guarantee that came with it. The watch was solidly built, a sturdy timepiece that fit around my left wrist and felt expensive. Abi looked into me, and put my arms around her to hug her. "Thank you." Abi choked back a tear. "If you two are going to get soppy then I need to leave the room," Rhea teased, and we broke apart from our hug. I had sent Dad up an engraved tankard with Rhea, and a small box had arrived from Coniston a week ago that Mum distributed. I saw that she had a small gift, and as I teased her to open it, she just muttered something about "later." Dad had bought me a telephoto lens for my camera, and Rhea had a mobile phone that was newer than mine. There were small gifts for Sarah and Simon as well as something for Julie. "Go on," I teased Mum. "Open it." Mum shot me a nervous look and then Rhea started, the squirrelling away of the gift having passed unnoticed due to the GameBoy Colour in her palm but her eyebrows shot up when she saw the present by Mum's side. "What's Dad got you?" "I'll look later," she muttered again, scowling at me but Rhea dived forward and picked it up. "Feels light. Bet it's jewellery or money." Mum sighed and glaring at me, tore open the packaging. It was a diamond necklace, and she rubbed her chin. "He always buys too much," she muttered to Abi who held the thin chain in her hands. "It's very nice though," Abi replied, and Mum picked it up and put it back in the box, getting up to make everyone a drink. "I thought," I started, whispering to Abi. "Diamonds are meant to be special." Abi smiled. "They are." I just shrugged, but Rhea had turned her attention back to the purple box of electronics in her palm. I saw a flash of red under the tree and pulled out the two presents from Scarlet and Ray that I had diligently stashed the day before. "Who's that from?" Mum asked, still looking at the bracelet Dad had bought her, and I confessed. Rhea groaned. "Not another one," she moaned. "How many girls are you sleeping with?" Abi laughed. "Past tense Rhea. Slept with, he has Sarah now." Rhea screwed up her face. "Oh you haven't, have you?" I panicked a little and looked at Mum, Abi and then my little sister; Abi's attempted joke at correcting Rhea's grammar had an unintended effect and I was left with two accusatory stares. "It was a long time ago," I muttered and Rhea crossed her arms. "Just how many strippers have you been messin' with?" I could tell from her assertive tone that it was a rhetorical question, but it did get me wondering: Abi, obviously, Scarlet, Vanessa, Jessica, Gemma. It was only Holly, Paula and Sarah that weren't strippers, although Sarah was hell bent on changing that! "Too many," Mum told me and I just sighed and ripped open the small gift Scarlet had bought for me. In the small box contained a set of cufflinks from an Italian jeweller; I didn't recognise the name, but both Abi and Rhea cooed when they saw it so it must have meant something to them. Ray's present of two dozen condoms and a post-it note saying "don't get Sarah knockd up," with mis-spelt words was well received by Rhea who teased me relentlessly. I picked up the empty mugs and walked into the dining room and then the kitchen. She nodded towards the sink as I put them in and then stopped me as I left the kitchen. "You know Abi spent over a thousand pounds on that watch," Mum whispered. I stared at her, shocked and Mum shrugged. "It's a super-luxury watch. Make sure you look after it." I gasped, the watch had not left my wrist, but suddenly I wanted to put it down to keep it safe. "But ... why?" "Because she thinks the world of you," Mum answered and passed me a cup of coffee. "I told her, it was too much. But you need to ask her really." "And what about the diamond necklace from Dad?" I asked, and Mum tensed and then let out a huge sigh. "I bet that cost just as much." She hummed. "Probably. I will ring him later," she promised and looked at me. "I know I said diamonds are only given to people who are special, but your father has always been overly generous. He forgets he doesn't need to get me a present at Christmas, it doesn't mean anything." I held my hands up. "OK, I wasn't saying anything." She pursed her lips together and nodded. "I mean it. It doesn't mean anything," she said firmly, but I wondered whether that was more for her benefit or mine. I suppose the thought that my divorced parents might still love each other was a complete pipe dream, an overly romantic notion. If they still loved each other then they would be living with each other, but the more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder. They had never said anything detrimental about each other when I had been present, and I certainly remembered a parcel coming for Mum shortly before her birthday, but then Dad was in a serious relationship with his Spanish divorcee. The more I wondered, the more I detected a fondness between them and immediately wondered about a parallel between myself and Abi – a likeness that I knew could not extend to us ever being together but was still a strong bond. Mum interrupted my musing and brought out the games; we all ganged up on Rhea on Monopoly, simply because if she gets a foothold in the game she is the worst player, being aggressive and uncompromising. I laughed when she landed on my fully-loaded Fleet Street and then Abi's fully-loaded Mayfair, and we wiped her out. Rhea, being Rhea, did not take the loss kindly and stormed off to get her water pistol and then soaked us from the corner of the room! One thing about Christmas was the amount of alcohol both Rhea and I were allowed to drink. Mum would permit us to go and get it ourselves, but if were drinking too much she would say something. This policy was always doomed to fail every holiday as Rhea enjoyed vodka and lemonade, and she did her own measures, which was roughly one a one-to-one basis. Mum always wondered how her two litre bottle of spirit could evaporate over ten days, and the real cause was often drinking on the same sofa as her. I felt somewhat guilty as I went to bed; I had barely thought of Sarah all day and the presents from Abi and Scarlet, as well as the company from my family, occupying most of my thoughts. I tried to ring Sarah at tea-time, but there was no answer, so I just resolved myself to catching up with her on her return. Mum was busying herself when I came down on Boxing Day, and there was an array of food already laid out on the dining table. I got shouted at for trying to steal a breadstick and glanced over to the sofa with Rhea currently munching one and gleefully holding the other one to taunt me. I threw her a moue, and dodged the flustering parent as I made myself a drink and a bowl of cereal. Mum moaned about not having any help and having to do everything herself but then refused the offer of assistance I made – even then, the logic of my mother was unfathomable. Rhea, for her part, was her usual helpful self. The hand-held game console made tinny noises that grated on me, and she was watching a horror film that made Mum shriek when she saw and turned it off. Rhea was lectured about access to the video cabinet (I think she was into treble figures for the year on this) and was sent upstairs to add clothes to her near naked body. Mum did eventually send me downstairs to the club with a shopping list, and I returned from the stores with a dozen bottles of wine, a few other bits and bobs in a large bag. It clunked as I locked up and walked back up the fire escape and Rhea shot me a knowing look as she lounged on the sofa, the purple noise machine attracting her attention. I guessed the only thing that could distract Rhea would be Simon, and the moment the doorbell went, Rhea's pride and joy was abandoned on the table, and she shot down the stairs to the front door. Rhea returned a few moments later her arms crossed. "You never told me, she was coming," Rhea complained, jabbing her finger towards Zoe who looked shell-shocked at the blatant animosity being directed towards her. "Well she is my friend, she is always welcome," I replied with a scowl, annoyed at my sister's rudeness, but Rhea just waved her arms towards me. "But she is always nagging at me," Rhea wailed. "At us." Zoe sighed and looked at my aggressive sibling. "I don't nag, I just want you to be sensible and stay out of trouble." Rhea was still staring at me, frowning and just grunted as Zoe spoke. "You see how unreasonable she is!" "I'm not unreasonable," Zoe started, and I raised my hand to cut her off. "I know," I replied to her. "Just let Rhea whinge and ignore her. Everyone else does." "Nobody ignores me," Rhea said instantly, her eyes fizzing. "Can you hear some sort of high-pitch whining?" I asked Zoe who giggled. "No? Shall we get a drink?" "Oi," Rhea called, but Zoe and I were gone. Rhea seemed to ignore my goading of her as she had her new toy to show off, as well as the mobile phone. Simon had got a laptop, and they started talking about how they could "I-C-Q" each other to talk online when Mum asked why they didn't just meet up as they lived ten minutes away, but Simon just scoffed. Zoe had, along with her leather-backed bible, received clothes and a mobile phone. She proudly got out the phone to show me, and how she had a couple of games on hers, as well as a battery life that was measured in weeks. Her phone looked considerably more advanced than mine, and she had already talked about getting a replacement facia for it that contained a picture she wanted. We swapped numbers and then she showed me "snake" - an addictive and impossibly hard game on her phone that she had also failed to master. Rhea snorted when she saw, her games console re-established as her prized possession and boasted that the games on her device where considerably more advanced. Ikenna was next to arrive with his family and Angela. Abi and Angela greeted each other, and the living room was suddenly full. I had not noticed the similarity between Ikenna's wife, Alice and Angela before, but they looked so alike and Abi saw me grinning. I had seen Alice a couple of times, normally at Christmas when Mum invited Ikenna around, but the same dark red hair and facial features made them look like sisters. Ikenna had his two young children, Michael and Daniel. Michael was three, and full of beans, running up and down the lounge with his Action Man toys. Daniel was not even one, and Abi cooed over him. Ikenna boomed out laughing when he returned from the dining room, a beer in his hand and saw Zoe, Angela, Alice, Mum and Abi around the baby staring over it, and playing with it, in the little chair that he was in. Daniel was babbling and laughing as the women gleefully paid attention to the child and Ikenna patted me on the shoulder. "Babies are such pussy magnets," he joked, and I glanced at Rhea, completely nonplussed by the arrival of little people in the room, but then Rhea did not have a maternal bone in her body. Mum looked around when Ikenna made that comment and gave him raised eyebrows. Mum and Ikenna didn't talk too much about the club, or anything to do with work, and the fact Abi and Angela were there was almost incidental. I detected a warmth towards Ikenna and Alice from Mum that was certainly platonic, and undeniably reciprocated. Zoe and I both beat Alice at chess, and Mum got out Twister – that I played with Zoe, Abi and Angela. I was gleefully in a rather compromising position with Zoe when Rhea started tickling Zoe, so she collapsed on top of me, and then I got to tease her by holding her tightly to my chest so she could not escape. The evening began to wind down, and Ikenna left, taking Zoe with him so he could drop her off at her house. Simon was resolute that his mother had told him that he had until 10pm, and he wasn't leaving until 9.50pm at the earliest. Mum grinned, and asked if I wanted a walk to the corner shop; we were low on milk, and we left as Rhea took a phone call from her friend. The ruse to get me out of the house was solely so Mum could talk to me. I had taken off my watch, and she had noticed, and was worried that Abi would have seen it as well. I groaned, reassuring her that I did love it, but was now worried about it getting scratched, which made Mum a little relieved. The sound of Rhea shouting and screaming was a common sound in the house, but as I walked in with Mum, the subject of her anger was not immediately clear. I raced up the stairs wondering if it was Abi but was surprised to see Simon cowering in the corner as a volley of punches and screeching rained down on him. "Rhea!" Mum yelled, but Rhea either did not hear or had blocked out all other noise. "It just came out," Simon offered as a defence. "Nathan was saying some nasty things about you." "You fucking lying shit," Rhea screamed and slapped him hard across his face, leaving a sizeable red mark. "It didn't just come out, you were boasting, Becky said so. She's just been hearing it from Laurence." Simon shook his head, and Rhea clenched her fists. "Well it coming out means that you won't be coming in anything very soon," she yelled and was made aware of our presence by Mum hauling her away from the battered teenager. "What the hell is going on?" Mum asked, and passed me the bottle of milk she had bought. "Nothing," Rhea lied and her attention turned to Simon and then back to her daughter. Simon shifted awkwardly on the spot and Rhea grabbed her book from the table turning to go upstairs when she was grabbed back by Mum. "I'll ask again, young lady. What happened?" "It was me," Simon admitted. "I told a couple of people at the School Christmas Disco, Rhea, and I had had sex because of some nasty things Nathan had said, and Rhea found out." Rhea sniffed and staring at the skirting-board at the bottom of the wall cracked her knuckles. "No, you boasted. I've just been told how often we have sex, when we have sex, how we have sex that I suck your cock, that I massage you. You told Laurence everything just so you could be, the big man, the dragon tamer." Simon shifted as Rhea ranted at him, and Mum looked at them both in horror. "Rhea, do you mean... ?" "Oh don't look so surprised Mum, I am fifteen. And for what you do for a living you shouldn't be so prudish." Mum gasped, and Rhea glared at Simon. "Nathan said you were a prude and always teased and never did anything," Simon offered as a defence, but Rhea shook her head slowly, her steely glare not dropping from his face. "Of course he would. He hates me, you stupid..." Rhea tailed off and glanced at me and then Mum. "He did it to wind you up. And you fell for it." Simon sighed. "Well I've said I'm sorry." "It supposed to be private," Rhea told him firmly and jabbed a finger towards me. "He might want the world to know and hear but I do not." Simon twitched. "OK. I am really sorry. I've been a bit of a shit boyfriend, haven't I?" Rhea shook her head. "Yes. And now you are a shit ex-boyfriend," she said and a few tears rolled down her cheek. I saw her bottom lip wobbling, and she went to turn on her heels upstairs but Mum stopped her, looking at both the shell-shocked Simon and the upset Rhea. "And when did this start?" Mum asked, and Rhea snorted. "Awhile ago," Rhea snapped at her and Simon bit his lip. "Lancaster. That night we stayed in a hotel," he admitted. "You were away for one night, and that is what you do. You better of used protection," Mum said, her eyes fiery and Rhea threw up her hands. "Leave you out of sight for one night." She turned to me and raised her finger. "You were supposed to be looking after them." I spluttered. "He encouraged us," Simon blurted out, and Rhea glared at her ex-boyfriend. "What do you mean, you encouraged her?" Mum said turning to me with a furious look in her face. Her hair was ruffed up and her eyes fizzing dangerously, and I just held out my hands. "I didn't encourage her," I said meekly. "I didn't say anything. I just put some condoms in her room, just in case." Mum puffed angrily and snapped. "You did what?" "Well there wasn't much we could do. We had to stay in Lancaster for the night, they would be sharing a bed, and I thought if they were going to do it, then they better have protection," I stammered in defence of Mum's accusatory stare. "I didn't encourage them to use them." "Well what the hell did you think was going to happen?" Mum snapped. "Leave them alone with condoms. Hell Andy, you need to think." "Perhaps if it was going to happen them having contraception wasn't such a bad idea," I yelled back. "Or maybe Rhea could be here with a pregnancy test." "It was your job to make sure that she didn't do anything stupid. You were supposed to be the responsible adult," Mum replied, her eyes still boring into me. I seethed inside, the back of my neck felt tense and I clenched my fists. "She was in a separate room. What should I do, tie her to the bed? 'Cause we had enough trouble finding a hotel that evening, chastity belts would have been a near impossibility." Mum outstretched her hand towards me, her finger wagging, and I just snarled, at her: I didn't want to hear it. She began by shouting, "you do not," but I interrupted her and snatched at my coat, striding towards the stairs and the front door. I slammed the door with a "fucks sake" and knowing that I would pay the price for my insolence, but it seemed so unreasonable. I had not asked to be responsible for my little sister that night. Circumstances had thrown me an almighty curve-ball, and I genuinely still thought I had done the right thing. Of course, going out and getting drunk with Sarah leaving my little sister in the hotel probably wasn't overly responsible but she had made it clear she wanted to spend time with her partner and I am not the parent to tell her what she should and shouldn't be doing; it was my job to make sure she was safe, and I did that. I kicked a small stone into the road, and it made a satisfying sound against a parked car on the other side of the street. The hypocrisy of Mum's attitude also riled me, she had admitted she had lost her virginity earlier than she would have wanted and no doubt probably at an earlier age than Rhea had. Out of everyone I knew, Sarah was fifteen, I was sixteen, Ray was sixteen and Abi was thirteen. Of course, there were the likes of Zoe who still hadn't done the deed, but that was their choice. Rhea had made a choice and had safe sex with her boyfriend of many months, it was up to her, not Mum or me. What particularly hurt and riled was that Mum did not understand or want to understand why I did what I did. No-one had given me a manual or a chat what to do in the circumstances I found myself in and whether she thought I did the right or wrong thing, I did it for the right reasons. As much as I tried to rationalise the shock and reaction of Mum, I just couldn't do it; she was being utterly unreasonable, and I felt in my pocket for my phone. It was no use ringing Sarah, she was in France until the New Year and started walking down the main road towards Abi's house; I needed to speak to her. Abi wasn't surprised to see me, and she saw that I noticed immediately. "Yeah, your ma just rang," she told me without me even saying anything. "Did she say why I was so angry with her," I asked and Abi gave me a pained look. "A bit," she muttered and hugged me. "You're cold, come in. I've not even unpacked!" Abi's flat wasn't much warmer, but she had the heater on in her dim front room, and I snuggled under a duvet with her. "Rhea had sex when we were in Lancaster, and I am getting shouted at because I gave her the condoms for her to use," I said summarising the situation and Abi cocked her head to one side. "I heard, you think you did the right thing?" I pursed my lips together. "Yeah, if she was going to have sex she needed protection." "I agree. But what if she wasn't going to and when you gave her the condoms, she was then pressured into it?" "Rhea pressured into anything?" I snapped and then hummed. "Oh I don't know, she is fifteen, old enough to make her own decisions." A smile flickered across Abi's face. "I know, but you were seen as the adult in charge. Grace is a bit shocked because she didn't know, but if Simon and Rhea are saying they had sex because of the condoms she will instinctively blame you. Think you guided them into it, and didn't tell her." I sighed, and Abi put an arm around me. "I would say you weren't in an easy position. Separate rooms and all that. She probably doesn't like the secrecy." I stared at her wall, I did kind of know that. I knew the following day Rhea and Simon had used them as I checked but just didn't want to think about it; she was my sister after all. "I know that, she just doesn't treat me or Rhea as adults." Abi hugged me tightly and then rubbed her hand over my shoulder. "We do. Or at least I do. But it is hard for a parent, especially for Grace." "Why? I am sixteen. Rhea is fifteen." "And you are grown up. You have a steady girlfriend, job, sex life and are fairly independent, but Rhea is different, she does have a boyfriend, but isn't that independent whatever she thinks. And she is a girl and your mum thinks you should have protected her from Simon." I gazed at her in disbelief. "Me? Stop Rhea. You know what she is like." Abi cackled. "She has a tough exterior but is as soft as anyone on the inside, she just never lets anyone see it." I scowled. "No, she is just crazy, full stop." Abi shook her head. "She is not, she is as vulnerable as anyone else you know, your mum can see it." I took a deep breath. "But she is old enough to make her own decisions. I let her make 'em." Abi hummed. "I would say that when today has blown over, Grace won't blame you. She'll see what really happened, and that in your own way you were trying to help." She sniffed and took a deep breath. "She probably thinks you should have spoken to her about it when you got back. And I've experienced that dilemma too. When I was younger – about your age – I fell out with Moira. In a big, big way and a family friend offered me a job and then later a flat above where we worked." "Margaret?" "Yeah her. She reckoned that me getting away from Moira was good for me, but my parents thought that I was too young, but they saw through it and let me move. They were certain at the time that Margaret wasn't doing the right thing, no matter what she thought or what her intentions were." "Right ... well how does that?" "I'm looking at you now and can see you think you did the right thing," she said softly. "And I would have done something similar." She looked into my eyes and smiled. "I would have bought them, and then sat down and asked them if they needed them. If Rhea said no I would have put them in my room but where she knew where they were. You left them with Rhea, and then left them alone all evening, right?" "Yeah." "Well, no offence, but they were probably a bit bored." "And..." "Oh Andy," Abi cried. "You did the right thing in a less than perfect way. And the real reason why Grace'll be angry is 'cause of the secrecy. If you had told her, she could have spoken to Rhea and asked her. Instead, she gets to find out after most of Rhea's class. You knew and didn't tell her." "Yeah, well, I don't think Rhea's mightily chuffed 'bout that. I mean, I get Mum's annoyed about the secrets, but it's up to Rhea to tell her. I can't go and grass on my sister." "No. But ... well it's about being truthful and honest." "And Mum never keeps secrets from me?" "It's different," I was told, and Abi licked her lips. She wiped her eyes and then looked at me. "We all have secrets." "Yeah ... and I get told none of them. Mum has them, you have them. Zoe has them. Why should I be the only one that needs to betray confidences?" Abi coughed and hummed. "You're right. You shouldn't betray a confidence." She lowered her voice and sniffed. "And you know my secret really..." She paused and licked her lips. "I s'pose there is something I should have told you before," she admitted. "Perhaps I didn't think you needed to know or could handle it." Abi hummed and wiped her face, taking a deep breath. "The real reason why I left Birmingham so quickly," she said quietly and stared at the skirting-board and then me. "Your ex-boyfriend, he used to mistreat you," I replied calmly and Abi steadied herself, shaking. I stared at her, and she bit her lip and swallowed nervously. She was tense and it made me worried. I stared at her eyes, and her voice quivered. "He did," she muttered and took a deep breath. "But one night him and his mates, they gang raped me at knife point," she said calmly and quietly before tears streaked down her cheek. "And I've got to Court to give evidence in the New Year," she wailed. "I don't want to go," she told me. Suddenly, all my problems were totally insignificant. Abi, Andy, Sarah, Zoe, Ray, Lucille,. Rhea, Grace, Scarlet and Ingrid will return for a new story shortly. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2012-11-14 Last Modified: 2013-01-09 / 08:32:10 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------