****** The Spring of '41 by Henry G ******
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The Spring of '41


A story of pure, unadulterated nostalgia. It may make you shed a tear, it may
make you smile, if it does either please let me know and I will be content.
henrycom1@hotmail.com

Author's note - to try and get the correct atmosphere I have used a small
amount of dialect both on the part of the narrator and the characters. I hope
this doesn't cause any difficulties.


The sense of smell is an amazing thing. The slightest whiff, just a few
molecules of scent, can be enough to transport you to another place, another
time. How the brain can take that tiny stimulus and unerringly convert it into
an instant recollection is quite frankly amazing. We all have them, those
scents which trigger the deepest emotions and recollections. For me, it is the
smell of yeast. It is the smell of yeast in association with fresh baked bread
which takes me back to 1941, a time of the deepest, most frightening sadness
and the highest, most exhilarating happiness.

Where do I begin? Well I was born in 1926 and was raised in the East End of
London not far from the docks. My name is Henry Wilkins. My father was a
docker, a hard man who worked hard and played hard. To me he was a was a fair
and honest man but get a few pints inside of him and a rage overtook him which
almost invariably led to a fight, either in the pub or on the street. My mother
had contracted polio and had died when I was 3. I was brought up by my
grandmother who acted as surrogate mother.

In spite of being in a reserved occupation, dad signed up as soon as it was
clear that there would be a war. I suppose he saw it as a good opportunity to
vent his rage in a productive fashion. He joined the royal artillery and ended
up in a tank regiment. By 1939 he was gone, fighting his war and I was alone at
home with my grandmother.

As for me, I was pretty ordinary kid. Basically I kept my nose clean but I was
no saint. School work really wasn't for me. I really only went because I knew
my grandmother would give me hell if I didn't. Unlike many kids today, I
respected her. She was tough and had had a hard life raising a family with
little money. Anyone who could do that warranted respect. I did plan to leave
school as soon as she would let me, I preferred working with my hands and had
it in mind to follow my father into the docks.

I was a hard case. As streetwise as any modern gang, me and my mates ruled the
neighbourhood. I had inherited my father's strength and aggression and feared
nobody - apart from my grandmother. She might have been frail and old but she
took no bull from me.

Late in 1940 the battle of Britain began and the Luftwaffe began bombing
London. The docks received a lot of attention and we spent most nights cowering
in the cellar hoping that our house wouldn't cop a hit. I really hated the
bombing, sitting in the dark listening for the whistling sound of the bombs,
praying they wouldn't hit. There was a saying that you never heard the one with
your name on it. That may be true but the sound of them was enough to give me
the willies. We were pretty resilient and coped with things - the old bulldog
spirit saw us through. It therefore came as a surprise when one Saturday in
August we received a visit from a government official. "Mrs. Wilkins?" he asked
when my grandmother opened the door. "I've come to inform you of arrangements
to evacuate your grandson to the county. All children below the age of 16 are
being moved to the country for their protection."

She was pleased about it. She didn't want me getting killed by a bomb. I was
the opposite. I wanted to stay in London where I knew my way about. I certainly
didn't want to go to some dead end place in the country populated by thick
farmers.

"Evacuation is for kids. I'm 15, you need me here to help you," I protested.

"Shut up Henry, you're going," came a curt reply. And that was that. We were
told to have my things packed for the next day.

So it was that the following day I found myself waiting outside our front door
with my suitcase. Soon a bus turned up and it was time for me to go.

"Look after yourself, Henry and remember to polite to the people you stay
with," my Grandmother hugged me and gave me a big kiss. I felt deeply
embarrassed and wished she would let go. I then saw the tears in her eyes and
realised that she felt as bad about things as I.

"Don't worry, Gran, I'll be OK." I hugged her back feeling a lump in my throat.
Maybe I wasn't as tough as I thought.

The bus took us to Liverpool Street station and there we were put on a train. I
had a label fastened to my jacket collar giving my name and the name of the
family I was to stay with - Hawkins. I knew from the station that we were going
somewhere into East Anglia but they wouldn't tell us where. In those days the
maxim was "walls have ears". Everything and anything was secret.

I sat crammed into a compartment of kids, all younger than me. Most of them sat
quietly sobbing with home sickness or fear of the unknown. The journey seemed
to take ages. Twice we had to stop for a long wait because of work on the line
repairing bomb damage. Fortunately my gran had packed a sandwich for me so I
didn't get hungry.

Eventually we pulled into a small station. The guard walked along the train
shouting:

"All those for Haddenham, please disembark."

That was me. I grabbed my bag and left the train. I saw that I was alone on the
station - no-one else had got off. The stationmaster came up to me. He held a
piece of paper.

"Are you Henry Wilkins?" he asked.

"Yep, that's me," I replied.

"Come this way then lad."

I followed him into the booking office. There were a man and woman there. The
woman a large brown haired lady, smiled broadly and grabbed me in a firm
friendly hug.

"Hello, my love, how are you? I'm Ada Hawkins, welcome to our village. This
here is my husband, Fred." Finally she released me.

If his wife was fat, Mr Hawkins was the other extreme - a thin wiry man. He
wore a worn tweed jacket and a flat cap and smoke a pipe.

"Hello lad, how are ye?" he asked, in an accent I barely understood, holding
out his hand. I shook his hand feeling hard calluses on his palm. He was a
working man.

"I'm fine thanks. Pleased to meet you." I remembered my gran's instructions to
be polite.

"Good," he smiled in a gruff friendliness, "let's be going."

We left the station and climbed onto a horse drawn cart.

"Fucking hell," I thought, "these people are in the stone age."

"You'll be surprised with the cart, you being a city lad," Mr Hawkins spoke,
reading my mind. "Well not many folks have cars here in the country. It's
cheaper and easier to travel this way."

We travelled about two miles out of the village to the farm. I had not been to
the country, let alone the fen lands before. I was amazed at the flatness of
the area, the only real hill of any note being where the village sat. The soil
had a very dark, rich brown colour which seemed to exude fertility.

When we reached their modest farm, the couple lead me into the farmhouse. The
only door led straight into the kitchen.

"Sit down, my dear, would you like a cup of tea?" Ada asked me.

"Yes please, Mrs. Hawkins," I replied.

"Call me Ada."

I sat down at the table with her husband. We sat quietly for a while, Mr
Hawkins puffing quietly and contemplatively on his pipe. Finally he spoke.

"So what do you think of this war business, lad? It's a rum old do and no
mistake"

I told him about my father in the army. He seemed quite impressed that my dad
had volunteered.

"I were in the first lot, I lost a lot of mates then. I hope he has a better
time of it than us." He spoke with a sympathetic grimness. I had learnt a
little about the first war at school and knew exactly what he was getting at.
He asked me about the bombing and I told him how much of a pasting the docks
area had received.

"Lord, I hope we don't get any of that," Ada exclaimed, looking alarmed.

"Don't fret now, old girl, it's the ports and cities they're after, not us in
the country," Fred reassured her.

Soon tea was ready and we sat, chatting. It was clear that the war upset Ada
and she took care to steer the conversation onto other topics. I took the
opportunity to try and get a better idea of the people I was to live with. Ada,
as I said earlier, was a plump lady of, I guessed, around 40. She wore a bright
flower print dress which had a sufficiently low cut neckline to give me a good
view of her ample, pale breasts. Quite frankly, they looked gorgeous. She was
an attractive woman with thick curly brown hair. She had a sunny disposition
and seemed to smile all the time. She had this strange habit of calling me
either "my love" or "my dear" but I suppose it was just the local dialect. I
suppose in modern parlance she would be called an 'earth mother' - wholesome,
honest and fecund.

Fred seemed older than his wife. I reckoned he was maybe nearer 50. Again, as
I've already explained he was a thin man. He was clean shaven with thin dark
hair. He had an honest, sun tanned face. Fred was less garrulous than his wife.
Not so much taciturn as thoughtful. He seemed to take his time pondering what
he said but when he did speak it invariably made good sense. Coming from a
working background I felt a kinship with this man. Only in later years as I
became more knowledgeable did I understand this innate empathy better, through
the art of Daumier and his celebration of the humble task - but that's another
story.

I warmed to these people who seemed to be decent honest folk. For the first
time I felt happy about being evacuated. I felt a sort of warm mellowness fill
me.

Suddenly the front door flew open, shattering the tranquillity, as two girls
stampeded into the room.

"Is he here? what's he like?" they called out excitedly. Then they caught sight
of us sat around the table. Looking embarrassed they stopped.

"Sorry, ma," they spoke in unison.

I stared at them in amazement. The girls were absolutely identical, in terms of
their faces, hair and clothing. The girls were absolutely stunning. I guessed
they were about my age. They had the slimness of their father and the pretty
facial features, curly brown hair and generous breasts of their mother. I was
in love, twice over.

"Henry, this is Jean and Sarah." Ada introduced the girls. "Jean is on the
left."

The girls smiled, blushing slightly, as they awkwardly shook my hand. I also
felt awkward, for a cool, street wise dude I hadn't had a great deal of
experience with girls. Added to this, my immediate attraction to these sisters
made me doubly nervous.

"Mrs. Hawkins... er... sorry... Ada," I stammered, "forgive me if I'm being
rude, but how do you tell your daughters apart."

"After 15 years you get to know their particular characteristics, believe you
me." Ada said laughing.

For all my 'street cred' I must admit I wasn't a great expert of girls. Don't
get me wrong, I was a healthy 'Hetero' lad but the chances to get together with
girls weren't too frequent. I obviously knew quite a few girls from school but
most of my time was spent with my mates. Out of all the members of my little
circle only one had lost his virginity and to be truthful, he had only half
lost it. The story, to us, was quite amusing.

The lad in question, Billy Henderson, was notorious for his exceptionally large
dong. And I mean large. It was 13 inches long and two inches across. I know
because we measured it! Put on a small kid of 15, it looked positively bizarre.
Anyway, there was this girl in the year above called Amanda Stevens, also known
as the school 'bike'. (because she was always good for a ride.) Amanda was what
is commonly known as a nymphomaniac. What she lacked in looks, she made up for
in generosity. You want a fuck or a blowjob, well Amanda would oblige.

Normally she gave no attention to my group of friends, she preferred older men,
until, that is, she heard about Billy. Once she heard about his dong, she
wanted to try it out. Well, she got in touch with young Billy and set up a
little rendezvous after school. Of course we arranged to watch the event from a
distance.

They met in a quiet alley behind the school. After a couple of minutes kissing
Amanda wasted no time in revealing Billy's tackle. He was well interested and
his cock stood to attention. Amanda got on her knees and gave him some oral
attention to get him steaming. She then pulled off her knickers, hitched up her
skirt and leant facing the wall, half bent over to give Billy a clear route
into her cunt. (Amanda was never one to waste too long on preliminaries)

"OK Billy, put it in," she says.

Now Billy isn't very bright. He grabs his cock in his hand, points it as her
crotch and rams it in hard... right into her arse. The silly bugger didn't have
the sense to check out his target. Billy told us afterwards that he must have
got a good five inches into her before the pain hit. Amanda gives a scream of
pain and outrage, pulls Billy's cock out, and runs off down the road yelling
and waving her knickers above her head, leaving Billy holding his erect and
somewhat soiled cock. The lads in her class said that she had to sit on a
cushion in class for the next week. Although Amanda tried to explain she had a
touch of haemorrhoids, word had got around the school as to the real cause.

We figured that Billy had lost his virginity in the sense that he had stuck it
in someone else's hole, even if it wasn't the right one. As for Billy, he soon
became known as the 'incredible back door boy', a sobriquet he wore with pride.

Anyway, I digress, back to my story. We all sat chatting a little longer until
Ada asked the girls to show me to my room. The farm house had a huge attic
which had been split into two rooms. The girls had two thirds of the attic for
their bedroom. My room occupied the remainder. The room was simple but clean
and comfortable. I was well pleased. The girls left me to unpack. I heard them
go into their own room and start talking.

I did a quick check discovered that the partition between the rooms was simple
wooden planking. It was thin and I could clearly hear what they were saying.
"What do you think of him?" one of the sisters asked.

"He seems OK, maybe a little big headed. But he's cute." Came the reply
followed by rather inscrutable giggles.

I was quite pleased with the remark but noted the comments for future action.


The next morning I was woken up early by Ada.

"You have to get up early so you have enough time to cycle to school." she
announced in her inimitable cheery style.

"OK, I said," while really meaning, "Oh bollocks." I really didn't feel up to
school. Anyway I had to keep the peace so I dragged myself out of bed and got
dressed. It was a bright sunny morning which did much to cheer me up. The girls
were already downstairs eating breakfast when I entered the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with the amazing smell of frying bacon and eggs. While
we in the city had been suffering from restrictions due to rationing, things in
the country were a little easier. Once finished the three of us left. I had
been given Fred's bike to use to get to school.

The journey down the quiet lane in the sun was extremely pleasant and I was
quite dismayed when we finally reached the village school. Outside the girls
quickly briefed me on the set-up. The village school had around 40 pupils who
were taught in two classes. Juniors and seniors. I would be in the senior
class, taught by Miss Stevens. At that moment a large fat kid walked up the
lane surrounded by three smaller kids who were obviously intent on brown-nosing
him.

"That's Peter Grundy, the school bully." Jean whispered. "He's tougher than
anyone in school and he beats up anyone who stands up to him. His favourite
pastime is taking any money we have." Sarah continued. I guessed we would cross
paths before long and that I would have to give him a long overdue spanking.
The bell rang and we filed into school.

Miss Stevens was a thin young woman in her twenties. I immediately walked up to
her on entering the class room.

"Ah, young Henry Wilkins, I'm very pleased to meet you. I hope you will enjoy
life here." she smiled as she spoke. Once the class had settled down she
introduced me to the them.

"This is Henry Wilkins. He has been evacuated to the village from London." she
began.

"City poof," came a sotto voce comment, obviously from Peter Grundy. Miss
Stevens was no fool and immediately told him to be quiet. She took the
opportunity to give an impromptu history lesson by asking me to describe the
bombing and it's effects on London. I also told them what I knew about what my
father was doing and his regiment, which wasn't a lot.

To my surprise the day went quickly. Miss Steven's had a style of teaching
which meant that class was an enjoyable experience, not a drag. That didn't
mean that the school didn't empty with stampede of cheering kids when the final
bell went. We cycled about fifty yards down the lane before coming into sight
of Peter Grundy and his cronies working their stuff on a couple of kids. A boy
was sat on the ground holding his bleeding nose, crying. A girl was being
relieved of her money. I decided it was fun time.

"Hey fat boy, is hitting little girls all you're up to?" I shouted. He and his
chums turned towards me. I decided to warn his side kicks off."

"This is between the fat boy and me, you want some trouble wait until I've done
with him." They looked a little uncertain and I guessed that they were strictly
hangers on and didn't present the same danger as Grundy. "Keep and eye on them
and shout if they try anything," I called to Jean and Sarah - I wanted someone
to watch my back.

I then approached Grundy.

"OK, you fat cunt, what is it you said in class?" His face was beginning to
turn red with rage at my taunts. "I think you should kneel down and beg for my
forgiveness."

That did the trick. With a shout of rage he charged, swinging his fist. Lovely,
he was playing my game. A fat kid like that is rather like a charging rhino, he
can't manoeuvre easily. At the last minute I stepped to the side and stuck my
leg out. Naturally, he tripped over it and fell to the ground. Now you've got
to understand, street fighting isn't for gentlemen, you take your chances when
they come.

My first action was simple. I jumped on him, my weight knocking the wind from
him. Three or four fierce kicks in his balls and guts and young Mr Grundy was
sorted. I could hear his mates angrily muttering and I heard Jean shout, "watch
out."

I turned to see one lad move towards me swinging a large stick. I ran at him,
taking him by surprise. A quick kick in the balls had him dropping the stick
and clutching his sore 'crown jewels'. I hadn't finished with him. I grabbed
him by the collar and quickly nutted him in the face. I felt his nose flatten
and blood spurted down his face. Anyone else want to play?" I called, turning
to the other kids. I needn't have bothered, they had legged it. End of story
and I hadn't even got out of breath.

I grabbed Grundy and pulled him to his feet.

"Now listen, you cunt, I've fought tougher girls in London than you and you
have the cheek to call me a poof. Now apologise."

"I'm sorry," he gasped without hesitation. He knew he was beaten.

"Now give back the money you've taken and piss off. And, don't come near me or
any of the kids again or you'll get a proper spanking. Got it?" I needed to lay
it on thick.

He didn't answer but mutely complied with my instructions.

We cycled home in silence. I wasn't sure how the girls had reacted to the
punch-up but I can tell you, I loved it. There's nothing like a bit of bother
to get your spirits up. When we got to the farm I went to my room to wash and
get changed. I could hear the girls telling their parents about the fight. When
I entered the kitchen, there was a cup of tea on the table. The four of them
were sat around the table.

"I hear what you did with Peter Grundy." Fred began, a little seriously.
"They's a nasty family and this could mean trouble. I don't approve of what you
did but I approve of why you did it. We'll go to the village and speak to the
constable. We'll ask him to have a quiet word with old man Grundy."

The two of us got onto the cart and went to the village. The constable took a
stern view of my behaviour, although I suspect he secretly approved.

"You've been in the village just two days and already you've attacked two
people. You can't start thinking that you can solve all your problems with your
fist. Now if I have any more fuss from you I'll have you, got it?"

"Yes guv," I replied contritely.

Honour having been served he smiled. "Good lad."

He agreed to call in on the Grundy family and lay the law down. He expected
that there would be no further trouble from that quarter.

By the time we got back the farm it was getting late and I went up to my room.
As I got changed for bed I could hear the murmuring of the girls talking in the
next room through the wall. It seemed somehow reassuring although I felt a
little left out of their obviously close relationship. I settled down to sleep
pondering on the day and how much I had enjoyed school and in particular
putting that slob Grundy in his place.

Life settled down to a quiet rhythm for the rest of the week. We went off to
school returning at five o'clock. The fight had had quite an impact at school.
Miss Stevens had a word with me the day after. She told me that she didn't
approve of fighting and didn't want to see me involved in any more. Grundy kept
well away from me and the other kids which suited everyone. The kids treated me
with enhanced albeit fearful respect. I was a sort of tainted hero. My
relationship with Jean and Sarah went from strength to strength. In a word the
girls were enchanting. Invariably friendly with an infectious sense of humour.
I found them become more and more inclined to involve me in their lives sharing
their jokes and conversations.

Each day after tea we would do our homework and listen to the radio. Fred liked
to listen to the news and follow the developments in the war. I soon found
myself following every word avidly hoping to hear something about dad's
regiment. Fred and I would often have long discussions on particular
developments and how might things turn out. Having not seen dad for so long it
was good to have a mentor.

Slowly I found myself becoming accustomed to the tranquil life and, to my
surprise, I missed the riotous London life less and less.

As I got to know the family better I began to notice odd little things. Jean
and Sarah were close to their parents but their relationship with their mother
seemed extra close. They somehow seemed more tactile with their mother
frequently kissing or cuddling. It wasn't unusual for the three of them to
cuddle up on the couch in the evening when listening to the radio. Another
oddity was that Fred and Ada occupied separate bedrooms.

The Friday evening at the end of my first week there I had a surprise. That
night, as I walked by my bed prior to getting changed I stepped on something
small and hard. Looking down I saw the centre of a knot hole. A quick look at
the wall confirmed my suspicions. Someone had pushed a knot of wood out from
the other side of the wall dividing the attic, creating a spy hole. I could
hear whispers and giggles coming from the girl's room and I knew who the
culprits were.

"OK," I thought, "if they want a show, I'll give them one."

I've never been shy of my body. I've always been lean and muscular and if I say
so myself, I look pretty good. My cock, when erect, is a modest 8" but has the
advantage that when limp it looks quite long. Slowly I undressed pretending
that I was unaware of my secret audience. For a bit of fun I deliberately bent
over as I removed by under pants with my arse in their direction giving them a
full view of my winking anus. The muffled squeals from the other room meant
they had seen it. Slowly I turned around revealing by cock to them. As if to
scratch an itch I ran my hand under my balls, slowly squeezing them, before
rubbing my cock a little so that it stiffened. Slowly and lasciviously I wanked
with one hand while squeezing my balls with the other.

I could quiet gasps from the other room but I couldn't decide whether it was
with surprise or excitement. Finally I slipped on my pyjama bottoms.

I decided it was time for a little fun. Turning, I looked at the dividing was
as though I had just spotted the spy hole. I stared hard pretending to be both
bemused and annoyed. As I walked over to it I could her movement as the girls
retreated from the hole. I looked through the hole. Jean and Sarah were still
fully dressed and were side by side at the other side of the room looking at
where they knew I was. They were giggling.

"Do you think he's watching?" one, I don't know which, asked.

"Yes he is. Shall we give him a look at us?" the other replied , blushing.

"Yes, let's," they agreed.

They moved nearer to me and slowly unbuttoned their dresses. My heart began to
thump with excitement, I had never seen a girl undress before. As the buttons
unfastened more and more of their chests and cleavage was revealed. Their
chests were the same creamy whiteness as I had seen on their mother. They
looked soft and exciting especially where the swell of their breasts formed a
cleavage. Their skirts dropped to the floor. Both were wearing just simple
white knickers, white bras and white ankle socks.

Their bodies were sensational. Slim without being skinny, a pale creamy pink
without blemishes. Slowly they unfastened their bras and held their arms above
their heads. two fantastic visions hit me between the eyes. Firstly I could see
four identical and perfectly formed breasts. Full and plump but without any
sign of sagging. Each was capped with a large pink, puffy nipple. They bounced
with a sensuous motion as the girls moved. I could also see four heavily
hirsute arm pits, each thick with dark brown hair. My cock was so stiff that it
hurt.

The girls turned around and bent over taking their panties down, just as I had
done for them. I had the immense pleasure of seeing two fabulously rounded
rears each with a dark, hairy crack. Finally they turned around and stood
facing me, their arms around each others shoulders. The lower parts of their
stomachs were covered in thick triangle of dark hair. Fabulous. Their bodies
seemed identical in every respect, except one. One of the girls had a mole just
above the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

The girls then did something that nearly made me come there and then. Each
placed a hand under a breast and very slightly bounced it up and down. The look
in their faces and that simple action seemed to be saying, "They're yours if
you want them."

The girl's faces were flushed with excitement and embarrassment and the giggled
almost continuously. Finally they gave a deep bow, as an entertainer might do
at the end of his act, and pulled on their own pyjamas. I fell into bed shaking
with excitement and put out the light. My cock was still rock hard and I had no
choice but to try and alleviate the situation. As my had stroked up and down my
thoughts were of their perfect bodies and their laughing faces. With a
fierceness I had never before experienced I ejaculated my jetting spunk
splashing over my belly, chest and onto my face. Utter bliss.

The next day was a Saturday but the bustle of activity early in the morning and
the bright sunlight, woke me up and I jumped out of bed. It looked like it was
going to be a hot day so I put on a shirt and shorts. the whole family were
sitting downstairs eating breakfast.

"Our normal routine is that Sarah and I have some jobs to do in the morning and
then we have the whole day to ourselves." Jane explained. "You don't mind doing
a little work do you?"

"No, that's fine by me," I was relishing the idea of some physical activity.

The first task was collecting eggs. Not really difficult as long you don't mind
fighting your way though stupid hens and getting bird shit over your hands.
Next the girls milked the cows. I stood watching them thinking how easy it was.
My natural arrogance surfaced and I couldn't resist saying how easy it looked.

"Do you want to try it?" Sarah asked. I didn't notice the sneaky look that
passed between them otherwise I would have taken care.

"Sure, show me the way," I snorted.

"OK," Jean smiled. "We have one cow that is special and very easy to milk."

They gave me the bucket and milking stool and took me over to a small field
which contained a single brown cow. I hopped over the fence and walked over to
it. I put down the bucket and seat and sat down, reaching out for the udders...
which weren't there. Instead my hand grabbed what appeared to be a very large
bollock.

"Oh shit," I thought, " a bull!". At the same time the beast gave an annoyed
snort. I jumped up and ran. I could hear the beast chasing after me and I ran
faster. Without a pause I hurled myself over the fence and landed face first
into a pile of cow shit.

Aaaargh, the smell was disgusting. I was furious and stood up ready to give the
girls a hard time. They stood there with this mildly contemptuous look on their
faces which seemed to say, "Got you, you stupid cunt."

I knew I had been caught out fair and square.

"OK girls, you got me. It's a fair cop." I grinned below my cow shit mask.

The girls grinned and I went over to the farm house to get washed. Fred and Ada
fell about with laughter when they saw me.

"You've got to watch those girls, my boy. They're trouble." Fred advised me,
roughly half an our too late to save my bacon. We had lunch and headed off for
a quiet afternoon in the sun. The furthermost part of the farm was given over
to grass and bordered a lazy river. This, the girls explained, was their
favourite place. It was tranquil and private.

We settled down in the long grass and lay there enjoying the cloudless sky, the
muted sound of the birds and the buzz of a bee. No need to speak, just enjoy
nature at it's best. I noticed a buzzing louder than the bee which was
approaching. I stood up and shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand I could
see two dark specks in the sky approaching. They approached rapidly and two
spitfires roared overhead. We waved frantically. The pilots must have seen us
because they circled round giving us the thumbs-up from their cockpits and
performing a victory roll.

"Wow!" I gasped. I had never seen a sight like it. "It must be amazing to be a
pilot."

We sat down again.

"Henry we usually take off our shirts to sunbathe, do you mind." Jean asked.

"Fine, I'll join you," I smiled, hoping I wouldn't get a hard on.

We all slipped out of our shirts and shorts. The girls wore white bras and
panties and I wore just my underpants.

"Did you like what you saw last night?" Jean asked, blushing.

"To be absolutely honest, you two are the prettiest girls I've ever seen." I
replied.

"And how many have you seen?" Jean replied.

"Loads," I scoffed, ever the braggart.

"Henry, you're blushing. Now tell the truth!" Sarah interjected.

"OK, none," I owned up. "But I do think you two look great."

"Which bit did you like best?" Jean was being pushy.

"Look, to someone who's never seen a nude girl, everything looked great, but if
you must push me, I loved your hairy bits."

Sarah and Jean grinned with pleasure at my compliments.

"We're not nearly as hairy as our ma. But don't tell her we told you," Jean
divulged.

"Her bottom hair reaches her belly button," Sarah added.

"I also now know how to tell you apart," I spoke slyly. "One of you has a mole
on her belly."

"You mean me," Jean owned up.

"Tell me girls, why did you undress for me?" I was curious about their little
performance.

"Well you caught us peeping at you so it only seemed fair for us to let you see
us."

"I knew you were watching from the start before I undressed. I gave you a
little strip tease performance. I conned you," I admitted.

"You sneaky sod," they squealed and jumped on me. I was lying on my back and
their combined weight held me down although I had not intention of pushing them
off. Jean sat legs astride my pelvis, her crotch pressing against my cock and
balls. Sarah sat on my chest, her knees on my shoulders, her crotch touching my
chin. I could smell her warm crotch. A strong smell of soap mixed with a hint
of a musky sort of smell. I felt my cock harden against Jean's hot crotch.

I leant my head forward and nibbled at Sarah's panty gusset pressing my face
against her soft body. Her panties were damp with her secretions and I smelled
the strong smell of her body. It was a smell I had never before encountered but
one I would never forget nor become bored with.

"Stop it Henry, that's naughty," Sarah squealed in a slightly unconvincing
tone.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked.

"I might be smelly," she replied.

"You are and it smells great," I grinned and resumed licking and nibbling.

"He must like it, he's getting a stiffy," Jean announced rubbing her crotch
against my throbbing cock.

Sarah gave up all complaint and began rubbing her crotch against my mouth. I
pressed my open mouth against the cloth moistening it and sucking in the
flavour. Jean rubbed against my cock, which was now poking out under my pants
waist. The girls rubbed harder and I could feel both of their panty gussets
getting soggy. They whimpered and made small moaning sounds which each thrust
of their bodies, getting louder and faster until with cries of pleasure they
came. I followed quickly after, my cock jetting my spunk over my belly and
hitting Sarah on her arse soaking her panties.

The girls climbed off me and looked at the pools of white fluid on my body.

"Gosh, there's a lot of it," Jean gasped. She then dipped her finger in it and
tasted.

"Hmmm, warm and salty. Quite nice."

Sarah did the same and nodded with approval. leaning over me the girls
proceeded to lick my spunk from my sweaty body, murmuring gently with pleasure
and approval.

"That was fun," Sarah finally concluded. "It was just as good as our games."

"What games?" I asked, puzzled.

"Being identical twins is special," Sarah explained.

"Our bodies are the same flesh, we are the same people. We usually have the
same mood changes, our monthly periods almost invariably coincide. We almost
always know what the other is thinking," Jean continued.

"We therefore know exactly what pleases us and we share that pleasure."

"You mean you're lesbians?" I gasped.

"No, we like boys but we enjoy each other. We know exactly what we enjoy
doing," Sarah replied crossly. "I know what you meant when you said you like my
smell. We spend a lot of time tasting each other, and we love it. We don't cut
our body hair because it helps store our natural tastes and smells."

"Do your parents know?" I asked.

"Of course. They are glad we do. It means that we get sexual satisfaction
without the risk of getting pregnant."

"And have they said anything about me?"

"Yes. They like you and they have told us they don't mind us getting involved
as long as we're careful."

I was amazed at the liberal attitude of this family. I couldn't for one second
imagine my gran giving her blessing to me having sexual contact with a girl.

"And what do you think?" I held my breath.

"We wouldn't have shown you our bodies if we weren't interested," came the
simple response. "And what do you want?"

"To be quite blunt girls, I want to take your knickers off and suck both of you
to see if to taste the same!"

"You've got a deal!" they shouted in unison and they pulled off their panties
and bras. Joan was nearest and she spread her legs as my face descended to her
crotch. I buried my face in her hair breathing in her scent, The hair around
her slit was soaked in her juices. I didn't really know what I was doing so I
just licked around her slit in an aimless and random fashion.

"No," whispered Sarah, "this is what you do." She proceeded to lick and suck at
Jean's clit, making her moan with pleasure.

"Now you try," she added pushing my head down to Jean's crotch. I sucked on
Jean's stiff clit, enjoying the way she thrust herself at my mouth seeking
greater stimulation. I loved the smooth soft skin on the little bud. Sarah had
pulled Jean's arse cheeks apart and was gently licking her tiny anus. It looked
really dirty but also very exciting. Jean was whimpering at this combined
onslaught. Her hand was now on my head pressing me hard against her. She
couldn't last much longer and with a cry she came.

As she lay on her back getting her breath back, Sarah climbed on top in the
classic 69 position. Jean began sucking on her clit. Slowly I eased Sarah's
cheeks apart. Her tight anus was gloriously hairy. On top of her normal musk
there was a definite smell of shit. Normally I would have been repulsed but
knowing that this was the shit of a young and infinitely desirable girl changed
my perceptions. Tentatively I touched it with my tongue. Her flesh was slick
with sweat and on top of the saltiness I detected a bitter undertaste.

I found the taste pleasant and licked harder in firm circles. I felt Sarah
relax, her anus opening allowing me to probe into her dirty little hole. Like
her sister, she soon spasmed with her climax.

"Your turn," the girls announced and they pushed me onto my back. The pulled
down my pants. They took it in turns to suck on my rigid cock. The warm
softness of their mouths was unbelievable. I reached out and cupped Jean's tit
in my hand. I was amazed and the warm softness of her flesh. What was more
amazing was the feeling of her nipple stiffening against the palm of my hand.
As it stiffened it moved, a live thing in my hand. I felt excitement that I was
arousing this girl.

While Jean continued to suck on my cock, Sarah sucked on my balls taking each
into her mouth and rubbing my scrotum with her tongue. I loved the heat as her
mouth totally enclosed each bollock. I felt a finger wriggle in between my
cheeks and start to rub on my anus. The combination of the sucking on my cock
and balls and the rubbing on my hole was too much.

"I'm coming," I warned Jean.

In response she sucked hard. My spunk blasted from my cock deep into Jean's
mouth. Carefully she gathered every drop in her mouth, not swallowing. She then
kissed her sister deeply passing my spunk into her mouth. The sight of these
two women feasting on my fluids was unforgettable.

We relaxed, laying in the long grass, the warm sun playing on our naked bodies.
As we lay there I asked the big question that had been bugging me.

"Forgive me if I'm being nosy, but can I ask a personal question?" I asked
tentatively.

"Go ahead," the girls replied, as one.

"Why do your mum and dad have separate rooms?"

The girls looked sad and hesitated. Finally, Sarah replied.

"About ten years ago dad had an accident. He was holding our horse still while
the blacksmith was shoeing it. The horse kicked out and hit him in his private
parts. The blow nearly killed him. While he survived, his privates were
irreparably damaged so that he couldn't function as a husband any more. He went
through a period of depression and can close to breaking up with mum.
Fortunately our doctor is good friend and helped him pull through but he
couldn't face sharing a bed with mum any more."

"I notice you seem very close to your mum ..." I tailed off, not quite knowing
how to finish.

"After the accident and dad moved into a separate bedroom, mum was also very
depressed. We helped her out in the same way as we satisfy each other. If you
follow my drift," Jean explained.

My mind reeled. It was one thing for the twins to indulge in sexual pleasures.
It was more difficult for me to imagine them doing it with their mother.

"Does your father know?"

"Oh yes, he's glad that we can help fill the gap the accident caused." Sarah
was emphatic.

"And do you enjoy it?"

"Very much," they replied.


As the year passed I found myself getting closer to the family and fully
integrated into country life. I found myself helping Fred more and more on the
land, not only at weekends but also after school. There was always plenty to do
and he welcomed the help. I learned a lot and found my body becoming stronger
and fitter. My relationship with the girls became stronger. We continued our
sexual exploration albeit limiting it to oral sex and mutual masturbation.

The twins turned 16 in the middle of November. A day or two later Fred and I
had finished work early in the evening and were leaning against a fence
admiring the deep red sunset. The air was filled with that unmistakable but
intangible autumnal smell. Apart from a hint of breeze sighing through the
denuded trees silence reigned. Fred puffed tranquilly on his pipe. Suddenly he
spoke.

"I know you and my girls have been very close for some time." His meaning was
obvious and I steeled myself for his anger but his next remark rocked me.

"I'm glad they've taken to you lad. You're a fine boy and they could do a lot
worse. I'm not going to tell you or the girls what you can or can't do, but now
the girls are 16 I want you to promise to be careful."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Fred was effectively giving me the go
ahead to have sex with his daughters.

"We haven't er... actually done it... if you understand," I stammered.

"Yes lad, I understand. I'm pleased to hear it, but it's only a matter of
time."

"What I promise you is if, and it's a big of, the girls want to... er... do it,
I will take the greatest of care." Never had I been more sincere.

Fred put his arm over my shoulders and gave me a hug.

"Thanks lad, that's all I ask.

We turned and slowly walked back to the house in silence. My mind was racing
over what had been the most surreal conversation I had ever had. I also quietly
looked forward to getting to know the girls better - if that were what they
wanted. Little did I know, however, how long it would be before that happened.


Less than a week later the twins and I entered the farmhouse kitchen after
school. Fred and Ada sat at the table looking very serious.

"Girls, be a love, could you go upstairs for a bit, we want to talk to Henry,"
Ada asked. The twins looked surprised but immediately acquiesced.

"Sit down lad," Fred's voice was sad and tired, "we've got bad news." I sat, my
heart thumping with apprehension. "We've an official letter here, it might be
easier if I tell you what it says. There's no easy way of telling you this -
your dad has been killed in action." I felt the room reel as the blood drained
from my head. I gasped as I struggled not to faint.

"There's more," Fred continued. "The shock was too much for your grandmother,
I'm afraid she's gone too. The letter also says you will have to go into an
orphanage once it is safe for you to go back to London."

The room had gone dark and silent. My overburdened senses could no longer cope.
I heard nothing, I could hardly see anything, my heart pounded. I felt a
wetness on my face that my bemused mind couldn't initially comprehend. Only
slowly did I realise that I, the street-wise hard-nut who could kick the shit
out of anyone, was crying. With that realisation I began to sob. I felt this
soft warmth envelop me as Ada hugged me holding my face against her soft
breast. I sobbed like a baby. Ada held me, making vague soothing noises in my
ear.

After an indeterminate time my tears eased, sounds began to filter through to
me again.

"Here lad, drink this." I heard Fred's steadfast voice. I took the proffered
glass and drank the whiskey it held. I coughed as the liquid burned down my
throat, giving me strength to cope.

"Come on my love, let's get you to bed," Ada whispered. In a daze I allowed her
to guide me to my room and get me into bed. I didn't even notice as she
stripped my clothes off me.


The sky was a dark evil red colour. A strong wind howled through the trees
whipping the clouds along. I could barely see the landscape in the sullen red
light. What I could see was bleak and alien with dark tortured trees bending in
the wind. I struggled to walk, leaning into the wind which conspired to blow me
over. I didn't know where I was going, I simply felt a compulsion to walk. The
long grass seemed alive, pulling at my ankles.

As I staggered I felt it becoming more difficult to move my feet. I stopped. I
was sinking, a foul quicksand was seeking to swallow me up. I began to struggle
and scream for help. The more I struggled the more I sank. Soon all below my
waist was buried.

Suddenly a figure appeared standing with its back to me. It was in army uniform
and with a shock I recognised it. Dad!

"Help me dad, I'm sinking!"

He turned.

"I can't help son," he moaned, weeping, as he held up his smashed, mutilated
and utterly useless arms. Slowly he faded from sight moaning, "I'm so sorry..."

I sank further, the mud reaching my chest. Another figure appeared. Gran!

"Gran, please pull me out!"

She reached out, her cold, clammy hand grasping my wrist. Almost immediately my
hand slipped and she lost her grip.

"I'm not strong enough," she moaned and vanished.

I sank further, the cold quicksand lapping at my neck.

I could see Fred, Ada and the twins standing nearby.

"Can you help me," I whimpered, my strength fading.

They held up their arms to show the ropes that bound them stopping them from
helping.

"We can't, they won't let us," they cried with one voice before fading away.

"No-one can help you," a crisp voice spoke. A figure in a pinstriped suit,
bowler hat and carrying a brief case and umbrella stood nearby. "You're on your
own now, no- one can help you now."

With a gurgle the mud closed over my head, it's coldness pressing against my
face and filling my mouth and nose. I tried to scream, the mud filling my
throat through my opened mouth. I thrashed my arms trying to escape. I couldn't
breath, I struggled and fought but sank ever deeper. I felt a firm hand on my
arm, pulling and shaking me.

"It's all right, wake up," distant soothing voices spoke.

I slowly opened my eyes to see Jean and Sarah holding on to me.

"You were having a dream it's alright now," they soothed.

Immediately the significance of my dream hit me. I was an orphan, no relatives
in the world, no home, no future and no-one to help me. Despair and depression
flooded me.

"No it's not alright, I'm completely alone, nobody can help. I have no-one," I
sobbed bursting into inconsolable tears. The girls hugged me, stroking my head,
kissing my cheeks. I had no strength and felt reality begin to slip away.
Before slipped back into unconsciousness I felt the girls getting into bed on
either side of me, holding me tight, and I heard their distant voices.

"You're not alone, you have us, we love you."

Mercifully my exhausted sleep was not revisited by dreams.

I awoke with a start, Ada was stood in the doorway with a man holding a leather
case.

"Henry, this is Dr Prescot, he has come to see how you are," she told me before
leaving.

The doctor walked over and sat on the side of the bed.

"How are you feeling lad?" he asked as he began making routine measurements of
my pulse and temperature. How did I feel? Profoundly tired and sad? Mentally
battered and dazed? No will to live, terrified? Yes, all of these. So I told
him.

"I'm not surprised lad, you've had more bad news in one day than a person
should get in a lifetime. Believe me, you might not think it now but you will
get through this. The girls tell me that you had a bad dream last night. I'll
give you some pills which will help you sleep and will blunt the pain and
depression you're feeling. If it's any consolation, you're in good hands here.
I'll drop in again tomorrow."

With a smile, he left.

Shortly Ada and Fred came in. Ada had brought a tray of food and some of my
pills.

"You must eat, my love," she smiled.

I wasn't too hungry but I forced myself to eat. As I did, Fred began to speak.

"We're sorry for you troubles, Henry lad, no-one deserves that. What we need to
know is do you have any living relatives at all?"

"Not that I'm aware of," I replied.

He didn't reply just shook his head sadly. The two of them then left telling me
to get some rest. I felt more relaxed and less uneasy, I suspect from the
doctor's medication. I soon fell asleep.

I was awoken early evening by all of the Hawkins family coming into my room.
They were all smiling and the twins seemed to be excited. Fred spoke.

"Henry, my lad, how are you feeling?"

I must admit the drugs and my sleep had made me feel a little better and I told
him so.

"Ada and I have been to the doctor's house. From there we telephoned the
government department which wrote to you about your bad news. Seeing that you
have no living family we asked them if there was anything to stop you joining
our family. They say there is no problem at all. In fact it makes their work
easier. Henry, would you like to become my adopted son?"

For the second time in two days I was assaulted with uncontrollable emotions.
This time I felt as though a 2 ton weight had been lifted off me. I didn't need
to think about my reply, here was the lifeline I failed to receive in my
nightmare.

"Yes, please, if you really want me." I croaked, my voice cracking with
emotion. They all smiled and the twins, giving a squeal of excitement leapt
onto the bed kissing hugging me.

The question of the adoption and the disposal of dad's house meant that I had
to return to London. Because of the large number deaths due the blitz the
emergency and other services were at full stretch. This meant my gran had been
buried quickly and, to my great regret, it had not been possible for me to
attend her funeral.

The twins were given a dispensation to miss school for a day and we caught the
early train two days later. At exactly ten o' clock we presented ourselves at a
large office block just off Whitehall. We were ushered into a large austere
office occupied by a government official. He explained that a search had been
conducted and that no living relatives could be traced for me. They had also
examined the background of Fred and Ada and could establish no good reasons for
them not adopting me.

We completed a number of forms which required signatures from Fred and I and
that was that. I was now a member of the Hawkins family.

Next we went to another huge government building this time to deal with the
matter of dad and gran's estate. Both had died intestate and that as sole
descendant, I inherited everything. Gran had owned the house and the government
had an automatic option to purchase to help with re-housing of bombed out
families. The amount they paid was modest and certainly below market value.
They were also prepared to buy any furniture I didn't require. Finally the war
office had forwarded all pay due to my dad.

Accompanied by an official we went to the house. Walking into the house my
spirits slumped. The place seemed cold and desolate without my gran. Feeling
rather like a thief in the night I went through the cupboards taking the
special bits and pieces that I wanted to keep to help me remember my family.
When I had finished all I had taken filled just a single suitcase - not much
when you think about it.

As I made a final check in gran's room I noticed a loose floor board under her
bed. I lifted it and found a cardboard box. It was full of money. I counted it
and found nearly a five hundred pounds. I was amazed, I could only assume that
this was the result of years of very careful hoarding and saving. My respect
for my grandmother grew.

I didn't want to take any furniture and the official quickly calculated what I
was due. The money for the house, furniture and dad's pay came to just about
six hundred pounds. With the cash I had found I was just over a thousand pounds
richer.

With mixed feelings I left the house. On the one hand I didn't want to leave my
home but on the other, it didn't seem like home any more. With a slightly heavy
heart I left London with my new family.

It was quite late when we got home - it seemed little strange calling it home
but I imagined I would get used to it. Ada made tea and we sat quietly in the
kitchen.

"I suppose I should now call you mum and dad now," I mused.

"There's no need, lad. You stick with our names," Fred smiled.

"Listen, I must thank you for what you've all done for me." I struggled
somewhat inadequately to express my gratitude.

"No need, my dear. I would have liked a son if things could have been
different. You make that dream come true." Ada gave a small sad smile. We
finished our tea and headed up to bed. At the top of the stairs the twins
grabbed me.

"I always wanted a brother," Jean whispered. "Now give us a kiss."

I kissed both girls very slowly relishing the soft sweetness of their lips and
taking the opportunity to squeeze their lusciously plump rears.

"And don't forget I'm your older brother so do what you're told and go to bed."
The girls reluctantly went to their room muttering that I was a bully.

I settled into bed but sleep wouldn't come. I began mulling over all that had
happened. I still felt low over the death of dad and gran and I guessed that I
would continue to grieve for some time. I was also deeply grateful to Fred, Ada
and the girls for what they had done.

The question was what I was I going to do with my life. I had taken to the work
on the farm and although I was enjoying school I knew that I wasn't going to be
a brain surgeon. It seemed to me that perhaps my future was on the farm and if
so I should leave school and work on it full time.

I had heard Fred say to Ada one evening that he would like to buy the plot of
land at the east side of the farm. The plot was only 20 acres but it would
provide valuable expansion capacity. The problem was he didn't have the
necessary 300 pounds. This gave me an idea.

The next over breakfast I made my proposal.

"Er... Fred, I've been thinking about things," I began. "I want to leave school
and work full time on the farm."

"Are you sure, lad, it's a big decision." Fred was being cautious as ever.

"I know I'm no genius. I can read and write and I understand arithmetic. That's
all I need. I enjoy farm work, I'm good at it, and you need the help." I tried
to blitz him with logic.

"If you're sure, then do it with my blessing."

"One more thing," I put a wad of cash on the table. "If the farm is to be my
future, I want to invest in it. There is enough there to buy the piece of land
to the east. Please take it." I expected Fred to argue but instead he held his
hand out for me to shake. "Welcome to the family business," he grinned.

So began my new life and career.

Over the weeks I noticed that while she was still her amiable self, there was a
slight sadness about Ada. One Saturday Fred had taken the twins into Ely to do
some shopping. I entered the kitchen from work to see Ada stood by the sink
staring out of the wind. She was quietly sobbing. I stepped up behind her and
wrapped my arms around her.

"What's up, Ada?" I asked.

"It's nothing you need to worry about," she sobbed.

"Is it to do with Fred's accident?" I asked, taking a shot in the dark. She
stiffened.

"Do you know about it?" she asked.

"Yes, the twins told me, but please don't be angry with them." Ada relaxed a
little.

I suddenly realised that I was pressed against her back, her soft rear pressing
into my groin. I felt my cock stiffen, so did Ada. I immediately pulled away.
Fearing that Ada wouldn't like my familiarity.

"Don't let go," she whispered, "hug me, please."

I moved back wrapping my arms around her. My hands were pressed on her ample,
bra-less, breasts and I could feel her nipples stiffen. I bent my head down and
kissed her neck just below her ear. Ada gasped and shuddered with pleasure. I
buried my face in her neck kissing he hot skin and Ada moaned more. My cock was
rigid and nestled between her buttocks. Ada wriggled her rear gently increasing
my excitement.

I began unfastening the buttons on Ada's blouse, and her naked breasts fell
free, hot, soft and heavy. I cupped her breasts in my hands and with a moan Ada
put her own hands on top of mine, pressing them hard against her chest.

"Let's go upstairs," she suggested and led me by the hand to her room. Her room
was dominated by the biggest bed I had ever seen. It had huge head and foot
boards made from plain dark wood. It could easily sleep three people. Ada saw
my look of surprise.

"It's a typical northern French bed. Fred 'liberated' it and brought it back
after the first war," she explained.

Getting back to more important issues, she quickly removed her clothes and
stood in front of me, naked and magnificent. Ada was a big woman. She was fat.
Her belly bulged in front of her hanging and overlapping her hairy mons. The
twins were right, her lower belly up to her navel was thick with dark hair. Her
breasts were large and heavy sagging so they rested on her belly. Her rear was
broad and fat as were her thighs. She had stretch marks, she had cellulite, she
had rolls of fat, she was beautiful. She had maturity, dignity and above all,
femininity. I loved her just as much as her daughters but in a different way.

I raised her arms above her head so I could see her heavily bushed arm pits. I
took her erect, brown nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking. Slowly I worked
my mouth over every inch of her heavenly breast, lifting it so I could taste
and smell the hot sweaty underside where it pressed against her belly - a
sweetish body odour completely unlike anything I had smelt before. I then moved
up to her arm pit and it's sweat moistened hair. It tasted of soap and sharp
sweat. I licked and sucked, taking the long hair into my mouth.

Reaching down I ran my hand over her fleshy mons. Ada parted her legs and I
felt her open cunt, soft, hairy and soaking wet with her lust. I had to taste.
Ada lay back on her bed and spread her legs wide. I could see her stiff clit,
peeping from between her fleshy labia. I took it between my lips and sucked
moving it in and out as though I was sucking a small cock. Her crotch smelled
strongly of sweat and lust. Just as pleasant as her daughters' but a stronger,
more mature smell.

My encounters with Jean and Sarah had given me a liking for licking their
anuses. I couldn't resist moving my tongue down to the cleft between Ada's fat
cheeks. She realised what I intended to do and helped by pulling her cheeks
apart. Her anus was tight and heavily pigmented brown. The wrinkled skin
surrounding it was greasy with her sweat and her smell was rich and very
strong. I sucked and licked avidly trying to absorb every last molecule of her
superb aroma. It was less subtle that the girl's taste but just as sexy. Ada
must have had a sensitive anus because her moans of pleasure increased in
volume.

With some regret I returned to her clit, resuming my sucking. Ada was moaning,
gasping and whimpering in turns, her pelvis bucking to match my sucking of her
clit. She was fucking my mouth. She gave a loud wail and closed her legs tight
on my head squeezing my face hard into her crotch as she came. Then she
relaxed.

"Oh Henry, my love, my love, that was wonderful," she gasped. Her face, neck
and upper chest were flushed pink. "It's been so long that a man has done that
to me." I liked the idea of being called a man and I grinned with
embarrassment. "Get those clothes off and lie down with me," Ada invited. I
didn't need asking twice. I quickly stripped and laid down, my head nestling in
the crook of her armpit, my face against her ample breast. I could feel her
heart pounding with excitement.

"My girls have taught you well." My heart stopped. She knew!

"What do you mean?" I tried to act the innocent.

"Now, now, don't fib, my dear. I know everything, you don't think my girls hide
anything from me. You know what we get up to together."

"And you don't mind?" I asked.

"No. You may be our adopted son but you're not blood kin. It's not incest if
you and the girls have fun together. It's the same for me and the girls. It's
not really sex, they just give me some pleasure from time to time." Ada was
smiling benignly.

But let me warn you, be careful." Her voice became stern. "Don't you be making
my girls pregnant. That won't do. Have you fucked my girls yet?"

"No," I replied. "There hasn't really be the chance since the girls were 16 to
do it. Anyway, I wouldn't unless the girls asked, and they haven't."

"Take my word for it, the girls want to. They told me." Ada winked. "They
really like you but are too shy to tell you. And when you do use precautions. I
have some in my drawer if you should need some."

I remembered the girls saying that they loved me when I had my nightmare and I
guessed what Ada said was true.

"Enough of this, my boy. I must do something for you." Ada interrupted my
musings and starting to stroke my cock. "You lay back and leave things to me."

Ada knelt up on the bed and took my cock into her mouth. Immediately I could
sense the difference from the girls. Ada knew what she was doing, alternating
between deep strokes, sucking and gentle nibbling. Gently she cupped my balls
in her hand, gently rubbing them. Ada then licked a finger and pushed it into
my ass. Somewhere inside my arse she began rubbing and waves of pleasure
flooded through me.

My cock was rock hard and ready to burst. Sensing this Ada stopped and squatted
above my cock. She reached between her legs and wetted her hand by rubbing her
slit. She then reached behind her ass and rubbed between her cheeks. I realised
with some surprise that she was rubbing her arsehole.

"I think that's ready now," she finally spoke. She held my cock vertical and
lowered herself onto it. Not into her slit but against her anus. She pushed
down gently but firmly and I felt the end of my cock pressing into the soft
depression of her anus. I felt her sphincter twitch as Ada tried to relax. As
she pushed I saw a slight grimace of pain on her face. She stopped and waited
until the discomfort passed. She then lifted herself off my cock and, licking
her fingers, moistened her anus further. Again she sat and pushed and this time
I felt her sphincter spread open and move over my cock head rather like a tight
rubber band.

Ada paused again while the discomfort passed and she pushed down again. This
time my cock slid into her tight, slick rectum until her soft rear pressed
against my thighs. Ada pulled her cheeks apart and pushed down ensuring I was
fully inside her. She sat there, rubbing her clit.

"My gosh, that feels good," she sighed. "That's the first time I've tried that,
and I like it."

"Did it hurt much?" I asked.

"Yes, but nothing I couldn't handle. Anyway it feels fine now, nice and full
like I need a huge shit." Rarely did she swear and Ada blushed as she used such
a strong term. "Ooops, excuse the naughty word."

I must admit it felt good. My cock was gripped in a tight, hot tunnel. I could
feel a steady pulsing which I guess must have been a blood vessel in her gut
wall. Slowly Ada lifted herself up and dropped down again. I gasped at the
friction of her sphincter rubbing up and down my shaft.

"Is that nice my dear?" Ada saw my expression of pleasure.

She began moving up and down smoothly, sending waves of pleasure through me.
She gradually increased speed until I gasped that I was going to come.

"I know you are," she smiled, "you're getting bigger and beginning throb. Now
fill me up."

With pulses of pleasure I didn't think possible, my spunk jetted into Ada's
body. With each jet she gasped, "that's it, give me more," while rubbing her
clit. I finally finished only for Ada to bring herself to her second orgasm. To
my surprise I could actually fell her internal muscles move and spasm as the
orgasm flooded through her. As my cock began to soften Ada slowly slid off it
taking great care not to let my juices escape from her anus.

"I want to keep your gift inside me," she smiled.

We settled down for a long, languorous, cuddle. I lay with my head on her arm
and my nose nuzzling her damp hairy armpit - bliss. I was still confused with
one or two things and the time seemed right to ask some tricky questions.

"Ada," I began, "I still find the family's attitude to sex difficult to
understand. What does Fred think about what you and the girls do? He told me he
was happy with what I was doing with the girls."

Ada smiled. "Let me explain. Fred is a lot older than me. When I was twenty my
parents were killed in a fire. I was left alone, trying to run a farm on my
own. Fred owned the farm next door and was a long standing family friend. I had
always liked Fred and when he asked me to marry him it seemed the right thing
to do. Our farms combined to make the farm we have now. I didn't really love
Fred in the normal sense but I liked him a lot and we got on well together."

"Fred has never really been keen on sex. He did it really out of duty rather
than lust. We were delighted when the girls came along but it also meant that
Fred lost any desire to have sex at all. We shared the same bed but our contact
was limited to cuddling. I could cope with that, we were busy raising the
children and working the farm."

"Fred's accident was extremely serious. It nearly killed him. The horse's kick
tore open his stomach and destroyed his testicles. They saved his life but he
was never able to have sex again. He experienced a lot pain, both physical and
psychological and he finally moved to another bedroom. We still loved each
other but I lost the small amount of pleasure he had left to give. When the
girls woke up at night with bad dreams they would get into my bed not Fred's.
It was there that we learned to give each other pleasure."

"Over the years Fred has recovered his health and mentally he's as good as
ever. The damage from the accident meant that his body produces significantly
less male hormones than normal, meaning that he's a more mellow, placid man. He
doesn't miss sex, he just doesn't think about it. He does however recognise
that I, and the girls, have needs and he is content for us to fulfill them our
own way. He knows that I will always be faithful to him."

"What about me? How does he regard me?" This was the missing question.

"Fred doesn't see you as a threat. He likes you, more than that, he sees you as
the son he never had. He trusts you to do only what is for the best. Quietly
he's delighted with your decision to work on the farm. You're decision to give
him the money for the extra land showed your commitment to him, the farm and
us. That was important to him."

We must have misjudged the time because I heard the sound of the front door
closing and the girls running upstairs.

"It sounds like the others are back," Ada observed. "Jean, Sarah, come into my
room, please," she called out..

As they came into the room I instinctively covered myself.

"Hello mum, hello Henry, been having fun?" They grinned mischievously. "Dad had
to stay in Ely to talk with the solicitor about buying the extra land. We saw
Dr Prescot and he gave us a lift home in his car."

"Why don't you get undressed and join us," Ada suggested. Rarely had I seen two
people get naked so quickly.

The girls sat on the bed. Jean fingered my rather damp cock.

"Hmmm, sticky, I wonder where this has been," she mused. She then put my cock
in her mouth and sucked. "That doesn't taste like your fanny, ma, what have you
been doing?"

"I let him put it in my bum," Ada casually replied.

"Oooh, how rude," Jean squealed, "What was it like?"

"You get a lovely full feeling," Ada smiled with fond recollection. "It's very
sexy."

"Can we do it too?" Sarah asked.

"Yes, if Henry wants to," Ada agreed.

"Me first, please," Sarah knelt on all fours, pulling her cheeks apart.

Jean continued sucking on my cock getting it stiff. Ada started to tongue
Sarah's anus getting it wet. I watched with mounting lust as she sucked hard on
the tight ring before pushing her tongue in, forcing it open. Sarah sighed with
pleasure at this treatment. Ada stopped sucking a slid a wet finger firmly into
Sarah's anus. Gently she rotated it, opening the tight muscle. Soon a second
finger was pushed in. Again she moved it about, loosing the opening. Once
satisfied that Sarah was ready Ada told her to squat over me. She gripped my
cock and guided it to Sarah's anus while Sarah slowly lowered herself.

"Slowly now, my love and stop if it hurts," Ada whispered.

Sarah seemed more able to relax her sphincter better than Ada because I entered
her tight rear without her showing any pain. Soon I was fully inserted and
Sarah paused, her face flushed with excitement. I pressed my hand on her chest
between her fabulous breasts. Her heart was pounding fast and hard behind her
ribs.

"Wow, am I full up." She was really turned on.

"Now move up and down slowly," Ada told her as she turned her attention to
Sarah's clit rubbing it with her fingers. Not to be left out, Jean suckled on
Sarah's nipples gently nibbling and teasing them so they became hugely erect.
Sarah's eyes opened wide at the pleasure from the attention from three people
on her body.

"Oh, this is wonderful," she gasped. Oh ma! I can't stand it, it's too nice."
Faster she bounced up and down slowly climbing to her orgasm. As she began her
characteristic squeals of pleasure I felt the delicious pressure in my body. I
thrust up against Sarah's body pushing my cock in hard and deep. Also
simultaneously we came. In spite of my earlier orgasm I still seemed to spurt
for ever.

"Oooh it feels all warm and squelchy," Sarah gasped as she stopped moving,
remaining sat on my cock. "You were right, ma, that was lovely. I'd like to
stay like this all day."

So did I but my cock began to soften and I could feel Sarah's anus start to
leak. Sarah noticed it too. "I'm leaking, what shall I do."

"Lean forward," Jean told her. As she did so my cock popped out and Jean
quickly pressed her mouth against Sarah's anus, catching my juice as it
dribbled out. It sounded quite disgraceful they way she slurped and sucked with
obvious pleasure.

"That tasted lovely," she grinned as she finally sat up, licking her lips
clean.

"I've still got a bum full girls," Ada grinned, "do you want it?"

"Yes," they shouted in unison. Ada knelt on all fours and the girls took it in
turns to suck out my gism as Ada released it from her anus.

I felt a little guilty because Jean hadn't come and I couldn't raise another
hard on, well not just yet.

"Ladies, I don't think I can give Jean a bum full just yet, why don't you Sarah
and Ada give her a good time and let me watch?"

"Great idea," Jean grinned, "but I will want a good session tomorrow."

I lay back and watched these three gorgeous creatures give each other a good
licking.

The next day was warm and Fred agreed I could have the day off. The twins and I
decided to pack some food and head down to our quiet spot by the river. Before
leaving I paid a quick visit to Ada's room and took a couple of condoms from
her drawer.

Once down at the river, we wasted no time in getting stripped and laying down
in the grass, warming ourselves in the sun.

"Henry, if it's all right, I don't want you to screw my bum today." Jean
finally spoke. "I want you to screw me properly."

My heart jumped in anticipation, the time had finally arrived.

Without waiting for a reply she began sucking on my cock. Sarah bent over me,
kissing me deeply, her warm, sweet, saliva trickling into my mouth. Her lips
were so soft my head swam with pleasure. Sarah pulled away and began gently
nibbling and kissing, first my chin, then my neck before moving down my chest.
She began sucking at one of my nipples, something neither twin had done before.
An unbelievable surge of lust flooded through me. I knew that both of the twins
loved me to suck on their nipples but I hadn't realised how sensitive mine
were. I knew I had better take firm action if I wasn't to cum in Jean's mouth.

I reached into my trousers pocket and pulled out a rubber.

"Do you want to put this on?" I asked Jean. Without hesitation she opened the
pack and slipped to rubber over my throbbing cock. She slid up my body and
positioned my cock at the entrance of her sopping cunt. Slowly she pushed down,
taking me into her. Jean took a long hissing intake of breath as I slid fully
into her tight passage.

"Oh yes, that's the business," she sighed. Slowly she flexed her pelvis drawing
me in and out of her. I would have loved to have been able not to have used the
rubber but in spite of it I could feel the delicious rippling of the inner
walls of Jean's cunt. While I thoroughly enjoyed the oral and anal sex we had
tried, this was something else. This was the ultimate in intimacy. With the
anal sex, while it was great for me but the twins had to rub their clits to get
real satisfaction. Here both of us were feeling every nuance, it was complete
pleasure for both of us.

Jean suddenly to move faster.

"Oh god, oh god, OH GOD..." she repeated, louder and louder until she came with
unprecedented violence. She collapsed, her hot, soft breasts squashing
deliciously against my chests, shivering with pleasure. Her racing heart
pounded against me. She kissed me fiercely her tongue pushing deep into my
mouth. She stopped and whispered in my ear.

"Thanks, lover, that was amazing."

The deadening effect of the condom and her rapid orgasm meant that I hadn't yet
cum.

"Sarah, do you want some too?" I suggested. Sarah had been sat, watching us
intently and rubbing her clit with serious intent. Jean rolled off me with a
sated and contented look on her face, "be my guest, Sarah."

She didn't need a second invitation. Sarah lay on her back spreading her legs
wide, her red and very wet cunt lying open and ready, "I want you on top,
Henry."

Again my cock slid in smoothly to the hilt. I'll never forget or cease to enjoy
the wide eyed expression of Sarah's face as she felt me fill her to capacity -
a mixture of surprise, amazement and extreme pleasure. I began pushing in and
out constantly watching her face as I probed deeper and deeper. Sarah lifted
her legs so that her thighs pressed against her chest. Immediately the grip on
my cock tightened.

"Wow," I gasped.

"Wow again," Sarah replied, grinning. "Push it in hard and fast, big boy."

I didn't need any encouragement and began thrusting harder, deeper and faster.

"Yessss, that's it," Sarah squealed.

I felt that certain tightening in my balls and my cock began to harden and grow
as my orgasm built.

Sarah's eyes grew wide yet again. "Jesus, you're growing bigger," she gasped.

That was enough, my cock spurted violently into the confining rubber, my cock
throbbing with every spasm. Sarah came shortly afterwards, squealing loudly,
her hands scratching my back. She dropped her legs down and we slumped
together, our sweat slicked bodies enmeshed. We lay for a while until my
softened cock slid apologetically from Sarah's body. I moved to take off the
rubber.

"Let me do that," Jean asked. She tugged off the rubber and proceeded, with
Sarah's help, to suck out my spunk, licking the rubber clean.

"God, I love the taste of your juice," Jean murmured while licking her lips
clean. "Me too," Sarah chipped in.

"Tell me girls, was that your first time?" I asked.

"Of course," they replied in unison, "why?"

"Well I always thought that virgins had this little thing called a hymen which
broke the first time."

"Oh we lost them years ago," Jean scoffed. "We found that a nice cucumber was a
great way of having fun."


Over the years the girls and I became almost inseparable, working together and
playing together. It therefore came as a bit of a surprise when they announced
that they had dates with two local lads. Jean explained that at the age of
twenty they thought it would be fun to see what other lads were like. Although
the idea dismayed me there was nothing I could do - the girls were quite
entitled to do what they wanted. They had met the two lads at a meeting of the
local young farmers association and they had been invited to the May Ball.

The girls spent a lot of time and effort getting themselves ready. Both had
bought new clothes and Sarah was particularly pleased with a white blouse she
had bought. I went up to the pub, I couldn't bear to be around while they
prepared. Was I jealous? You bloody bet.

That night I was settled down in bed reading when they came home. The girls
came into my room. Were they pissed off! Sarah had a huge wet area on the front
of her blouse. She was not a happy bunny.

"I'm never going through that again," she snarled.

"Tell me about it girls," I sighed. They quickly stripped off and hopped into
my bed, one on each side and they snuggled down on my chest.

"OK, where to I start," Sarah began. "Well, the ball was wonderful, lovely
food, drink and lots of dancing. Charlie, my date, suggested we went for a
drive. Fine, I thought, and we hopped in the car and went down Stubbins Lane."

(Stubbins Lane was the local lovers lane)

"We settled down in the back. Charlie was quite a good kisser and he had me
going nicely. After a bit of fumbling he had his hand up my skirt and rubbing
the right places. I opened his pants and out sprung the most perfect cock.
Long, fat and very knobbly. Sorry Henry but it made yours seem a little small."

"Thanks a lot," I growled.

"It was really stiff and I had to give it a suck. He smelled a little cheesy
and it was hard work getting it into mouth but it was lovely. I gave him a
little suck and with a yelp he pulled it out and shot his load. It hit my neck
and poured down between my tits. He must have been saving up for some time
because I thought he was never going to stop squirting over my tits. Then the
bastard says, 'Oh that was nice, thanks girl.', leaving me with a throbbing
cunt and soaking wet tits. He drives me home saying 'thanks for a lovely
evening, can we do it again'. Bloody cheek."

I felt mildly smug although I was naturally sympathetic.

"I was no better off," Jean grumbled. "Things were going well. His cock was a
little small but quite fat. Unlike yours, my lad had had a bath and it was a
nice suck. He even got down and gave me a suck although he didn't really know
where to lick."

"I bit like Henry the first time he tried," Sarah giggled.

"Anyway, before I was interrupted, it's time to get down to things. He's just
about to push it in when I remind him to use a rubber. 'I haven't got one', he
says. Luckily I had one so I got it out and gave it to him. But he doesn't know
how to put it on. So I try but by now his lovely stiff cock is a not so lovely
limp one. Everything I tried failed, his cock stayed as limp as a dead worm."

I made soothing noises of sympathy.

"Well Henry, you've got two itching cunts to satisfy so you had better get to
work," Sarah grinned.

"Fine, but you had better get washed, my girl, I'm not licking some other guys
spunk off you tits!"

One evening a couple of days later, when the dust had settled, we were sat
relaxing in the sun drinking glasses of beer.

"Henry, we want to apologise for what happened the other day," Sarah began.

"What do you mean?" I was perplexed.

"I mean Jean and I going out with those lads."

"Hang on, you can do what you like," I protested.

"No, we now realise how hard it must have been for you to know we were going
out with other lads. We're also sorry that we compared them to you. Those lads
hadn't a clue. You know exactly what we need and how to give it. It's just no
worth the aggravation to go out with other lads. We don't need other lads to
love, we'll stick with you if that's OK." The girls looked genuinely contrite.

I felt totally smug. It's pretty damn good to hear two gorgeous girls tell you
that you're a star performer. Naturally, I didn't let on.

"Well thanks girls, I'm glad I meet your requirements. I accept you offer of
continued and totally loyal service." I grinned.

"Smug bastard," they squealed, pouring their beer over my head.

The farm progressed well and expanded steadily over the years. Another adjacent
farm became vacant and we were able to buy the land. There was more than enough
to keep all of us extremely busy and we generally flourished.

Ada and Fred became less involved as time went on and I looked forward to a
time that they could take their well deserved retirement. Tragically it was not
to be. One afternoon Fred and I were cutting silage. I was on the mower, Fred
on the ground with a rake. Above the noise of the machinery I heard Fred shout
in pain and alarm. I turned to see Fred sat on the ground clutching his throat,
from which blood was pouring. I jumped down. Beside him I saw a shard of bloody
brown glass. Someone idiot had left a beer bottle in the field and it had been
broken and thrown out by the mower. A thrown shard had hit Fred's neck tearing
it open.

The glass must have cut a major blood vessel because blood was pulsing out in
thick jets. I pressed my hand hard against his neck stemming the flow to a
trickle. We were in serious trouble. I couldn't leave him alone while I got
help, he would have bled to death in minutes. I couldn't use the mower to shift
him. The only possibility was to try and carry him the mile to the farm house.

"Hang on Fred, you'll be OK," I tried to reassure him. I got Fred to press his
hand on his neck while I pulled off my shirt and tore it into a long strip. I
bound the cloth as tightly as I could around his neck. The bleeding eased to a
degree but the cloth almost immediately turned scarlet and dripped steadily.

I half picked Henry up in a fireman's lift and began trotting as fast as I
could up the field. We were making quite good progress when I heard Fred gasp.

"Henry, stop," he whispered in my neck. I stopped and lowered Fred to the
ground.

"Henry, I'm going, the cut's too bad." He croaked. Fred's face was pale in
comparison to his normal dark tan. I knew he had lost too much blood. "Let me
die here."

"You're good lad, Henry. The best thing I ever did was adopt you. Promise me
you'll look after my three girls."

"Of course Fred, you know I promise," I sobbed, tears streaming down my face,
but it was too late. Fred didn't hear me, his eyes had closed. Yet again I had
lost someone close to me. I shouted in despair, cursing god and his unfair
ways.

My homecoming was pretty horrific. I was quite a sight, saturated in blood,
carrying Fred's body. The girls and Ada had hysterics, it was all pretty rough.
I won't go into the details of the next few weeks, it was too dreadful.

We felt a tragic sense of deja vu when six months later Ada passed on. There
was no doubt that through thick and thin and all their problems that Ada and
Fred were inseparable. The simple fact is, I believe, that she just couldn't
live without him. It was terrible to see her fade away, it was as though she
had lost all will to live. What was worse, her habitual good humour was the
first thing to go. One day, a week or so before she died, I was sat by her bed
holding he hand. The laughing, plump woman had been replaced by a painfully
thin, ghost looking 20 years older than her actual 50 years.

"You know, my love," she spoke, a barely audible whisper, "I was wrong when I
told you I didn't love Fred when I married him. The fact is, I just didn't
realise what love was. Now he's gone, I know what I've lost and I finally
understand love for what it is."

Ada's will was simple. Ownership of the farm fell to the three of us in equal
share. Neither Jean nor Sarah were keen on manual labour and worked as our
administrative department dealing with order, sales and finance. We recruited
two farm labourers who with me was sufficient to keep things rolling.

The twins and I became inseparable as Fred and Ada. We moved into Ada's room,
the huge French bed providing plenty of room for us to sleep together. Under
careful husbandry the farm grew and at one stage we had ten labourers working
for us. As time passed and trends changed, the farm changed. We adapted to new
demands by changing crops and we continued to flourish.


We have worked, lived and loved together for over fifty years. I would have
liked to have had children but we didn't feel it was right given our rather
strange relationship. We chose to retire at 65 and having no descendants to
inherit the farm we sold out at great profit. We bought a house in the village
moved there. Of course we chose a house with a big bedroom so we could move the
French bed there.

The twins are just as keen on sex as they ever were, we just take a little
longer to do it. And, before you ask, it's still great fun. Over the years we
have learned many tricks which add and enhance our love life.

I hope you have enjoyed my little tale of the ups and downs of our lives. Yes
it's been tough at times but also a lot of fun. I would really like to tell you
more about them but I really have to stop now - Jean has just grabbed me by the
balls and told me she and Sarah have nasty itches which require scratching.