Part 2

Chapter 4: Home, coming.

Alice relaxed for the first time in days; she guided the Mondeo safely through the gates of Dingle Dell Farm. The old Granite house greeted her with its unchanging frontage.

'At least some things are permanent' she thought, and released a long held sigh.

"Ah well, back to the prison camp" Georgie observed grumpily from the rear seat.

"It's great, it's home" Alice responded wistfully. Even Georgie's bitter teenage angst couldn't spoil her moment.

"I'll get the gear out of the boot," Gerry offered.

"Thanks Gerry, I'll get the old place unlocked and aired" beamed Alice, who was already half way out of the car's door.

Alice strode up to the bare wooden door and slipped her key into the worn lock, even after all these years it still nestled on her fob; a constant reminder of the farm. The key turned easily, and as the click resounded, guilt descended on Alice.

'Why does the farm always feel like home? Why has the cottage never supplanted it in my affections?'

The sudden memory of the cottage brought Damon's face swimming into her mind; Alice blinked away the bitter tears, and entered the cherished building.

"Come on Geo, lend a hand!" Gerry shouted from the back of the estate.

The seated teen shot in to action.

"Sorry Ger, I was day dreaming" she apologised.

"As long as it's not one of those teenage wet ones, it's alright. Oh, unless I was in it of course!" Gerry quipped, staring right into Georgie's face.

Georgie's pale colouring took on a distinctly pinker hue; smiling wanly, she bent forward and retrieved a fallen rucksack. Georgie's smooth buttocks bulged, escaping the confines of her denim shorts, and attracting Gerry's hungry gaze. Tentatively Gerry rested her hand on the rounded object of her desire, causing Georgie to jump in surprise.

"Sorry Geo, I must've slipped or something - I didn't want to frighten you" Gerry whispered, her lips close to Georgie's ear.

Georgie turned, and almost brushed her lips against Gerry's, so close was the older woman's face.

"Just what did you want, then Ger?" Georgie breathed sweetly.

A sudden shout broke up the near embrace.

"Come on you two, the kettle's on!" It was Alice; she stood in the doorway, waving a motherly arm.

" E'cuse me, I'm wanted elsewhere," Georgie whispered, before pulling the rucksack clear of the car, and walking away.

Gerry gathered the rest of their meagre belongings, slammed the tailgate down and made for the farm. Her eyes followed the exaggerated wiggle of Georgie's slim hips, with more than a passing interest.

Georgie swallowed her tea quickly, and then made her excuses, leaving Alice and Gerry alone to unpack. The sound of 'The Darkness' soon filtered through to the kitchen; it confirmed that Georgie was safely ensconced in her bedroom. Finally Alice spoke, her tone was both passionate and grave.

"You leave her be, Gerry, she's not part of this, and she's not interested in you!"

"You sound very sure - I'm not so certain, on either count!" Gerry smiled with feigned friendship.

"I'm warning you, and by the way - she's not gay!" Alice spat her frustration at Gerry.

"Neither are you" Gerry responded, deftly stoking a fingertip over Alice's closest breast.

"Get off me, Geraldine" Alice emoted, shrugging the hand away.

"Ha, you can deny me but you can't deny that." Gerry pointed to Alice's chest.

Alice glared down at her unruly nipple.

"Just get lost, will you" Alice groaned.

Alice turned away from Gerry, to hide the telltale erect bud, and the tears that stung her eyes for the second time that day.

"Sure, I'll settle in - which room's mine?" Gerry asked through a vicious grin.

"Up the stairs - the second on the left" Alice croaked.

Gerry turned on her heels, and left Alice to snivel alone.

'Silly cow' she thought, unkindly.

Gerry stomped up the flight of stairs getting ever closer to the resounding whine of a loud guitar solo. As Gerry passed the first door on the landing the sound peaked, just a few more steps took her into her designated room. She briefly admired the view from the window, before dumping her gear unceremoniously on the well-made bed. She sank down beside her bags and surveyed the room. Stripped pine floor, dressing area with a sink, and genuine antique pine furnishing.

'Another poor farmer, what a joke!' Gerry smiled.

That sink would come in handy though; she hadn't had time to shower this morning.

"Time to freshen up, I think" Gerry said aloud, to no one in particular.

Gerry peeled of her clothes, and padded towards the porcelain basin, keeping in step to the music blasting from Georgie's room; the song rushing towards its crescendo. Gerry watched the water swirl into the sink as the track boomed to its close. In the silence that followed the slightest of creaks reached Gerry's ever-vigilant ears. Her eyes flew up to the vanity mirror to trace the source of the noise. Her face illuminated with amusement as the reflection revealed not a threat, but a glimpse of a fresh faced young girl, staring intensely through a small gap in the doorframe.

'Now that must be my Geo - How sneaky, I bet Alice didn't think about the interconnecting door before she gave me this room, ' She chuckled.

'Showtime!' she thought grinning at her unspoken jest.

Gerry scooped up the soap and a handful of water; skilfully she turned, making sure her eyes avoided her secret audience. Gerry soaped and stoked her curves, lingering on her pert breasts, teasing the nipples until they were full and proud. Her hands slithered over her flat, muscled abdomen before diving through the fuzz of her pubes. Gerry twitched as her long fingers sinuously opened her thickly wrinkled labia.

Then she swivelled, dropping the soap deliberately to the floor, and slowly bent over in a deliciously revealing way to retrieve it. As she stood, her eyes surreptitiously swept over the mirrors surface; the door had swung open a little to reveal the briefest full glimpse of Geo, before it was suddenly pulled shut. That short sight of the excited teenager had been enough; it told Gerry all she needed to know! The pulled up t-shirt, the untidily unzipped shorts - and most of all, Geo's hands delving deeply into her virginally white pants.

'Yes, I'm going to like staying here!'

Georgie raced back to her bed, not daring to take a look behind her. Her heart pounded in sympathy with the rhythm of the latest song.

'That was so close, what's up with me anyway? Girls aren't my thing!' She thought, fighting against her new desire.

Georgie collapsed backwards onto the unmade bed, her mind as tangled as the sheets. She finally dared to look back at the door, good - it was firmly shut. Georgie closed her eyes, and tried to blank out the day. Behind her eyelids images of Gerry danced, turning her on - there was no escape!

'No, no - go away Ger!' Georgie's thoughts thundered.

But her hands betrayed her, falling as they did to her compliant body. Soon soft female flesh filled Georgie's palms as well as her young mind, and she rode towards a delicious orgasm. Georgie's tee shirt hung scarf-like around her slim neck, while her left hand plucked firmly at a rapidly stiffening right nipple. Deep in her shorts Geo's middle finger circled her protruding clit with increasing speed. Her stomach muscles tightened and relaxed with sumptuous cramps.

'Oh, I wish Ger could see me, touch me, I wish... ' all Geo's thoughts stopped as she tumbled over the edge of her desire.

But Gerry couldn't see her; some one could, but not Gerry.

Alice stood in Georgie's doorway agape, an unwilling voyeur. Alice had been passing the room when she heard moaning. She had expected to catch Gerry red handed, in the act of furtively groping her sister. What she hadn't expected was to break in on Georgie's most private moment. Nor had she expected her reaction to the sight, the feelings that coursed through Alice's shaking body weren't exactly sisterly.

Georgie lay very still, aware of little, other than her deep satisfaction. Vaguely she heard a footfall approaching. Embarrassment forced her eyes more tightly shut; Georgie heard the soft thud of discarded clothes hitting the pine boards. She felt the pressure on the bed beside her, immediately followed by a hurried straddling of her reclining body.

Then the feeling, the sensation was foreign - a slick wetness against her parted lips. The taste though, now it was sublime, and it trickled in, filling her inexperienced mouth with a heady tang. Georgie pressed her tongue into the soft wetness thirstily. Slowly Georgie opened her eyes, and focussed past the jiggling breasts to the lustful face.

'Shit! It's Alice!' Georgie's mind screamed, in horror.

Blind panic filled the girl, and Georgie squirmed helplessly, desperately trying to free herself. Alice reacted quickly; she clamped her knees tightly either side of Georgie's head and gazed lovingly into her Georgie's wide shocked eyes. Georgie's pretty face basked in the orange light, and the age-old taboo was gone - her tongue resumed its work with a new found vigour. Alice gasped loudly in response, and relaxed her iron grip, bearing her moist slit down on the wickedly busy organ.

Unheard, and unnoticed, the door behind Alice and Georgie creaked opened. An inquisitive head appeared, for once even Gerry looked outraged. Lust soon restored her former composure, and she confidently padded forwards to join the heaving incestuous pair.

'Yes, I'm going to love it here!'

Chapter 5: Old friends.

The hedgerow rustled, a small bobbing figure scurried along it, well hidden from the traffic and the growling tarmac. No time to stop and explore, only one task, follow that scent! It was a delicate but pungent aroma that meant everything - friendship, home, and food. It spoke of a friendship that asked no questions, and saw no faults.

It was a question of honour; even though that other fearful odour was mixed with it, the alien one he would never forget, he would track it! He skirted the edge of the pine trees for mile after mile, before plunging into the dark depths with sudden purpose. He paused scenting the air, others were near, the humans he could avoid, and their senses were far too primitive to know of his existence.

The one that tempted him was fresh, sexual and strong, she was close, and on heat. Normally his erecting organ would have dominated his desires, but not this time. His hard penis slipped reluctantly under its sheath. He ignored his basic instinct and ran away from the female. He made a mental map of the location, and hoped to return once his quest was complete.

He travelled on, keeping to the shadows and away from the well-worn paths. He flitted across a pathway, keeping low, for humans were nearby. His precautions were effective, and he stole unseen into a clump of trees. The fresh smell of pine surrounded him, he breathed it in deeply - his progress slowed; mixed in with the delicate fragrance was another one - the terrible one! Fear clouded his senses, sweeping over him like an early morning fog. Terror hit him hard, and he slinked though the dank undergrowth, his belly so low it rubbed against the ground; he was close, so close - but so were they!

His lips curled back, how he hated them - he wanted to tear them apart, attack and savage them until the taste of their flesh sickened him. His instinct told him to do otherwise, this was not a fight he could win; that way led only to death. He had seen it, smelt it, he could smell it again, powerfully; but there was something else, familiar but strange, unknown but much loved. Slowly that smell drew him closer to the small clearing.

He poked his head through the long grass stems, spider webs, damp with spring dew coated his hair; he could see them! He caught the low growl just before it left his throat. Surreptitiously, he settled back on his haunches and waited, watching, his eyes never leaving his busy enemies. Long minutes slowly passed, trickling by and filling him with dread. One of them looked his way; a flickering tongue tasted him on the morning breeze, and the creature started to walk directly towards his crouched form.

She was close, her scent was strong, and she too was on heat - always on heat. This was no human he smelt, no animal he knew - only once before had he been so close to one of these. Her odour was confusing, mixed as it was with a tang of human, human seed. His semi-erect organ withered, and his testicles shrunk tightly inside his fearful belly.

Hackles rising, he got ready to die. The packs leader saved him, barking orders to the stray creature. The hated one shrugged, and turned, its slim figure headed away back to the pack. Soon after, the roar of an engine sent birds scattering to the forest canopy for cover. They were gone, but he still hesitated. Finally, desire overwhelmed his fear and he crept forward. He tore at the freshly disturbed earth with all his might, dirt plumed up into the air behind him.

He rested, panting quietly, before continuing to paw at the dark soil. A pale cold hand appeared, he muzzled it, and then turned in disgust to dig elsewhere. Eventually his determination paid off, a second hand was uncovered, and the fingers poking from the ruined gloves were pink and warm. They flexed as he licked the thick coating of grime, and reached for his furred snout.

The very earth under him shook, and excitedly he hurried away to sit on the solid, grassy ground. His head cocked to one side, he waited, expectant. The bulge in the shallow grave grew, and then the dark soil erupted! A figure emerged, showering the glade with fine dust. It grumbled, swore, and stood shakily. It gave the signal the whistle soft and low; He bolted from the grass full of joy, and hurried to his master's side.

"Good boy Shep, good boy!" croaked a grateful Silas.

Alice awoke, slowly, the world was buzzing! Her nose wrinkled breathing in a warm cinnamon smell, which perfectly complemented the taste burning in her mouth. Her eyelids struggled open, blearily and with difficulty, the pupils focussed. Crinkled lips and smooth folds filled her vision.

'Why was the world still buzzing?'

Alice swung her head towards the sound, and saw her trembling jeans sprawled out by the bed. The buzzing stopped. The jeans were at last still.

'Mmmm, thank god for small mercies'

Alice thought over the enormity of what had just happened, what had she done! Everything had changed, all was lost; she could never, never, recover from this. A loud beep-beep interrupted her self-pity.

Alice slid out from under Georgie's supple body, and headed towards her recently discarded jeans. She delved deep into a rear pocket and retrieved her mobile. 'One new message' flashed rhythmically on the bright display. She pressed a button gently; 'Please phone 901 new voice mail' Alice pressed and held down another button, raising the phone to her ear. It was Lorraine, she sounded panicked.