@Pixy"I'll text you when I arrive."
"Ok. Safe journey, love."
Mark watched his father pick up his bag and open the front door of the house. Their mother was already heading back into the kitchen before the door even closed. He turned to the side and looked at his sister, Helen.
She shrugged.
Things had been tepid between their parents for a few months now, and it didn't look like things were going to improve anytime soon.
Their father worked as a sales rep of large construction vehicles. Diggers, dumpers, pavers and the like. This meant he had tendency to be away from home often. Just a week this time, up at Hillhead near Manchester. The largest showcase of construction and quarry vehicles in the UK.
Mark headed into the Kitchen. "Mum?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I have a sleepover tonight, since it's Friday."
"Who were you going to ask?"
"Graham."
She thought about it for a moment. "Okay. But just him. I'll WhatsApp his mother."
"Cheers mum."
"Mum?" Helen asked, her voice all sweetness.
Kathy looked round at her daughter, knowing what was going to be asked of her. "Yes, you can have one over as well."
"Thanks mum. I'm going to ask Abbi, so you'll only have to ask once." Abbi was Graham's sister.
"Now, do you both have your school work? Your bus will be here soon."
"Yes mum..." Came the dual bored response from her two children.
Kathy watched her two children walk down the path onto the pavement. Some other kids were also visible, all heading to the bus stop to be taken to school.
Graham. Just the mention of his name was enough to stir her blood. She had tried to halt the relationship, but she felt like an addict trying to kick their habit. There was something about him that... She took a deep breath. It was going to be a long day, as she knew her mind was going to be elsewhere…
She wasn't sure when it had started. Graham and his sister had been friends with her own two children since kindergarten. The four of them spent so much time at each other's houses, that Graham and Abbi's mum often joked to her, that she wasn't sure which of the four were hers. In that, she did have a point.
Graham running around the house or back garden in shorts, or his underwear, was a common sight. So much so, that it had never caused a moments thought. And then, at some point, it had. Graham was into rugby, the playing of rather than the watching, and his young body had adapted accordingly.
There wasn't an ounce of flab anywhere on him, and his body was pleasingly toned. It hadn't happened overnight, but once he had hit puberty, the changes had both sped up and had become more pronounced. He was funny as well, and she had always liked chatting to him, and not just because he complemented her often. Sometimes it was just about the littlest things. A different shade of eyeliner, or a piece of jewellery she had decided to wear that day.
But he noticed. He always noticed, always telling her how it complemented her in some form so that she knew he had noticed. And he gave her a hand in the kitchen when he was round, helping in the preparation of meals and in the washing up after. It was not a big kitchen, so they often bumped into each other and he was always so gracious and apologetic about it.
The first time she had become aware that she harboured more than platonic feelings for him, had been when she had turned round once in the kitchen. She had just removed a carton of fruit juice from the fridge and he had, unbeknownst to her, been standing behind her. The carton had ended up between them and their colliding bodies, with messy results.
They had both been wearing light coloured clothing. He had been in shorts and t-shirt and she in a sun dress. With blackcurrant juice, time was of the essence and even as they were laughing about it, she was pouring stain remover into the drawer of the washing machine.
Given their long familiarity, she hadn't thought twice about telling him to remove his shorts and T-shirt. Which he had, as she removed her own dress, throwing all items into the washer and starting the cycle.
Juice was smeared across his stomach and she had taken a cloth to wipe his stomach clean, feeling the ridges of his taught abs. What had started out as an innocent automatic reaction, faltered as she couldn't help but see the bulge of his considerable manhood, poorly hidden beneath the cotton of his briefs or the dark hair of his pubes peeking out of his waistband.
She had paused at that point, realising that he was no longer a child, but a young man.
The cloth had been taken from her hand and she felt it's warm caress as Graham wiped her stomach in turn. Kathy was all too aware of the plain state of her underwear and the fact that she was long overdue a bikini wax. Her own dark hair sprouted out both the top of her pants and to either side of her gusset. She was also aware that Graham was still slowly wiping both skin that was now clean, and skin that hadn't even felt the touch of juice.
Kathy had felt like a teen again. Her breathing was fast, like she had just run up several flights of stairs and she was aroused. For the first time in years, she was aroused. She couldn't remember the last time someone had touched her so. She looked up at Graham and he smiled a shy smile as his hand continued to slowly move around her front. Kathy wanted nothing more than his hand to dip between her legs.
She had snatched the cloth from his hand and moved to the sink to rinse it out and regain her sanity.
"You can borrow some of Mark's clothes, till yours are dry." She had turned round and he was still stood there, like Adonis, his stomach wet and glistening. And what a stomach! The bulge in his briefs was even bigger. She could make out now, the outline of a large sausage.
He was aroused, his cock hardening and what a beast it was going to be, when fully erect. She couldn't tear her eyes from it, even though she knew he knew what she was staring raptly at.
It was hard, oh so hard, to do the adult thing and leave. To this day, she didn't know where the strength had come from, but she managed it, going upstairs and changing into another dress.
Graham stayed for tea that night, and his gaze caught hers often, twisting her insides into knots. That night, she had tried to entice Grant, her husband, into sex, but he was uninterested and was asleep quickly, which did nothing for the fire within her. To all intents and purposes, she was alone in bed and her thoughts kept returning to earlier in the evening. Of how good Graham looked in those briefs, of how good his touch felt on her skin. Kathy slipped a hand under her pyjama bottoms and pants and teased her clit.
Which had turned out to be a colossally bad idea which had her scurrying out of the bedroom into the bathroom, where she bit down on a towel as her finger tips rubbed herself into an orgasm she had not experienced the likes of which for at least a decade. She managed, just, to cram a hand towel into her panties as liquid jetted between her fingers.
Over the next few days, she had many thoroughly enjoyable orgasms in accompaniment to the mental images of Graham having his way with her. Unlike Graham, her husband didn't notice when she had her unruly bush trimmed to almost nothing and she bought underwear better suited to someone twenty years younger.
Even as she bought the lingerie, she did so knowing Graham would never see it, but it made her feel better. Graham was round often after the juice incident. He would often meet her gaze and she would blush in return.
And then the touching started.
Just light glancing touches at first, easily passed off as innocuous, only for them to linger longer. She couldn't remember how it happened. They had been in the kitchen, as they often were, chatting as they usually did. He had complemented her again on her hair, her clothing.
A light rest of his hand upon hers, which set her nerve endings afire. Things went a bit fuzzy at that point and the next moment she was aware of, her lips were pushed against his and she was begging into his mouth, for him to touch her. Anywhere. Everywhere. Even going as far as to take his hand and place it against the crotch of her jeans to show him how serious she was.
As it turned out, she had to wait a few days to get what she so desperately wanted.
His parents and sister were spending the Saturday shopping. As soon as she received the text to say they had gone, she was round to his house. His room was all posters of rugby players, but her attention was only on one thing. She had whipped off her dress to reveal to him, another set of just recently purchased, and very scanty, underwear.
Not that he had a chance to see, as she was straight into his arms.
The sex had been passionate, energetic, and she had loved his every touch against her skin. His cock, fully erect, had proven to be every bit the monster it had threatened to be when she had seen it in his briefs and he had felt absolutely glorious inside her. Graham had been the first to ever give her a multiple orgasm, which she had always considered to be an urban legend.
Not now.
She rested her head on his chest as she toyed with his flaccid cock. Even spent, it was way bigger than Grant's was fully erect. It was wet, slightly sticky. Her orgasms and his, coating his manhood in a sheen of spent lust, which was now on her fingertips.
"I'm sorry." He murmured.
Kathy couldn't take her eyes off his cock. "For what?"
"I should have worn a condom."
"Do you have one?"
"No."
"Then don't worry about it. I'm on the pill."
Kathy had wanted him in her. All of him in her. Seed and all.
She had never been a fan of giving oral sex, finding it a bit of a turn off. But strangely, she didn't feel that this time. She stretched out her neck, took the tip of him into her mouth, tasting both their cum. The response to her oral curiosity was quick as she felt him grow inside her mouth.
"Mrs Baxter?"
It was so cute when he said that.
"Hmm?"
"Can we, you know, go again?"
She let him slip from her mouth and looked up at him.
"Do you want to go again?" He nodded eagerly. Kathy kissed him as she slid her body onto his. He was rock hard, so all she had to do was push down on her knees to lift her hips and then centre herself on his cock. He easily pushed inside her, and she let out a little moan of satisfaction.
She only managed to tease him for a little bit, before he lifted her hips up and thrust hard into her from below. She didn't think she was capable, but she came again. Not as intense as previous, but still nothing to complain about. His facial expression and body twitches, told her he was cumming inside her again.
He was large enough, flaccid, that he could stay inside her and Kathy was happy for him to stay there. She rested her chin on his breast, staring up at the erotic cut of his jaw.
Everything about him was erotic.
"Did you enjoy that Graham?"
"Yes Mrs Baxter."
She felt his hands come up, rest on her buttocks, start to stroke her skin there. She wiggled her hips, amazed that he still hadn't slipped out of her. He must be a challenge to his many girlfriends, who probably walked funny for days after. Though now she thought about it, neither he, nor her son, had ever mentioned him having any.
"I'm very jealous of your girlfriend." He looked uncomfortable, "What?"
"I don't have one Mrs Baxter."
"Really?" Now that did surprise her. "Why not?"
"I dunno. I wasn't sure which I liked most."
" 'Wasn't'?"
"Some of them are nice, but nothing like you."
"Awe, you say the sweetest things." She flexed her pelvic muscles on him. At least all those yoga sessions were finally earning their keep. Kathy knew almost all the girls in the school and their mothers. "So who was your first?"
"My first?"
"Who did you lose your virginity to?" He was silent. "Go on, tell me, I won't tell…" She said with a laugh, giving him another squeeze with her vagina as she kissed and licked one of his nipples.
"You were my first."
Kathy was shocked. "Me!"
"Yes."
"Seriously?"
"I've always, kinda, you know, had a crush on you, and then, that day with the fruit juice. All I could think about after, was you. You looked amazing."
"I did?" Kathy wasn't so sure about that.
He nodded eagerly "I had, like, three wanks in quick succession when I got home."
"Three...." She actually felt him twitch, and, unbelievably grow inside her. "I took your virginity today?"
"It was awesome Mrs Baxter!"
If he was lying, he was very good at it. That just made everything so much worse. He should have lost his virginity to someone around his own age.
"I love you Mrs Baxter." He said it with a level of sincerity that was painful to Kathy's ears.
"Graham?"
"Yes?" He was filling her up downstairs. He was obviously hard again. She clenched her pussy tightly on him.
"Do you want to show me how much?"
*****
Helen walked to the bus stop with her brother. She was excited but annoyed, with a little bit of concern thrown in, because, well why the Hell not. Graham coming round was always a sunny day in an otherwise wet month, but Graham drove her to distraction. The knowledge that she wasn't alone in this regard, was of no help whatsoever.
Even though she had known him since playschool, Graham never seemed to see her. It was like she didn't exist and the part that made it the most frustrating, was that he had provided her with her first ever orgasm and pretty much all of them since.
Coming round as much as he did, because of his friendship with her brother, she was pretty sure she saw him more than any other girl in school. Had seen him in his underwear on a pretty regular basis. And girl, that did not help either. He was polite to her, teased her sometimes, played the occasional garden game of badminton with her. Hell, she had even thrown – poorly – rugby balls with him, in a desperate attempt to claw her way out of the 'friend zone'.
Apart from displaying a complete inability to catch a fucking rugby ball, all her concerted effort had amounted to zilch. Which made it all the more annoying, to watch other girls simp up to him in school and appear to get closer. Some of them had managed to get depressingly close and then all of a sudden, a couple of weeks ago, no-one could get close.
Which was slightly gratifying, in a 'If I can't have him, then no-one can, sort of way.' There was a new rumour starting to gain traction, which was that he is gay. Which did go some ways to explain why he was round at theirs so much lately.
She wasn't sure what was more soul destroyingly worse. That he had found another girl and was seeing her, or that he was gay and seeing her brother.
She was pretty damn sure her brother was straight, but...
And everyone of those orgasms had been awesome. She even told herself that he had taken her virginity, well, technically, her hymen and technically it had been her hairbrush. But the hair brush had been him in her mind - still was - and every time she slipped it inside, it was him doing the deed. So yeah, he had been her first... everything else was mere semantics.
"What's up with you?" Asked Siobhan, her other best pal, as she slumped down into the seat next to Helen.
"Graham is coming round for a sleepover tonight."
"Ah." Siobhan had to hold her tongue reference Graham, as she knew how much of crush her best friend had on him. Which was difficult, because Siobhan had the hots for him as well. Hell, so did every other girl in school. She had even heard some of the female teachers drooling over him as they talked amongst themselves, thinking themselves – wrongly – out of the earshot of pupils. Hell, Graham was the single reason every girl in the class didn't skip swimming lessons.
That bulge in his speedo's was fucking huge!
"Have you tried the old 'oops my towel has slipped' on the way past him from a shower?"
Helen nodded.
"And?"
"He politely looked away!"
Siobhan didn't believe Helen for a moment. Helen was beautiful and Siobhan was more than a little jealous. And that was before you added the pussy drooler that was Graham into the mix. She knew that pretty much most of the boys in school would happily find any excuse to get a hand up Helen's skirt and into her knickers, but, ironically, they held back because of Graham. No boy wanted to risk the ire of Graham. Being punched by him was probably the equivalent of stepping out into the path of one of the school busses. Helen was her friend, but, by fuck, she wanted to snog the trousers off Graham.
"You could always walk into a room he is in, naked, and ask him if he wants to fuck you. If he declines, he's gay." In her mind Siobhan was doing exactly that.
"I'll not lie. I've actually thought about doing that. But I'm terrified he declines." Helen rued.
"There always money..."
"I've considered that as well ...."
The bus juddered to a stop and the origin of most of their problems, climbed aboard and took up his usual seat next to Mark. Graham's sibling walked past her seated brother and sat in the seat in front of Siobhan and Helen. The school bus juddered into motion again as Abbi turned and knelt on the seat to look over the headrest, wrapping her arms around it for support as she looked at her two friends.
"What's up bitches?"
*****
Grant pulled up in front of the block of flats. Aimee was already there waiting for him. She was twenty three and an absolute stunner. Which was just as well, as her job was to stand at the construction plant and attract the male gaze. Which she absolutely excelled at. She was wearing a tight white thin T over a black lacy bra and tight denim shorts. Aimee was everything his wife was not. Sexy and adventurous as fuck. He had yet to find something the salesgirl refused to do. One night with Aimee was enough to render all future time spent with his wife a chore rather than pleasure.
Grant climbed out and opened the boot of the company car to store her two large bags as she slipped into the passenger side.
As usual, she was chewing gum. Grant started the car up and moved back into traffic, casually putting his hand on her leg, stroking the bare flesh.
She let out a little sigh as he moved his hand up to her crotch, fingertips teasing the metal zipper. He pulled it down slipping a digit between the metal into the flesh beyond. No knickers again. Kathy would have slapped his hand away before he had even managed to get her zipper down.
"Is nurse Anne joining us?" He asked hopefully.
"Yes. Along with her sister PC Tracy."
This was going to be an excellent trip and if he acquired new customers for the firm, even better.
They arrived at the hotel and checked in. Separate rooms as per company policy. Though there was nothing in the policy about having each other's room access activated on their own key card.
They ate together in the restaurant and Grant could barely restrain himself. After their dishes had been removed, Grant pushed his chair back and stood.
"I'm feeling very under the weather, I going to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Okay Grant, see you then." Aimee ordered another coffee and eyed the other men in the restaurant, who were unsuccessfully trying to be subtle in eye balling her. She finished
her coffee and headed upstairs. A quick shower and she started to unpack her bags. She kept the nurses uniform out, along with a white basque and matching panties. She donned both, slipping the suspender straps under her kinckers and clipping them on to the white lace top stockings she rolled up her legs. A pair of white high heels and the nurses dress, which barely covered her knickers, showing clearly the stocking tops and suspenders, along with a substantial amount of cleavage.
Added to the dress, was a functional analogue watch over her left breast and a stethoscope around her neck. There was a little nurses cap, which she pinned to her hair. Then there was the little white bag with a large red cross on either side, in which she dropped her phone. The room key she kept in her hand. A quick application of bright red lipstick and she was ready.
Aimee opened her door and stepped outside, shutting her door behind. It was only a short walk down the corridor, just past four other room doors. The door opposite hers opened and an older man, about in his fifties, stepped out and stopped dead doing a double take.
"I hope the medical emergency is not serious…"
"I think it may well be, CPR could be required."
"I have to admit, that my blood pressure is a bit high, I should probably see someone about getting it checked... "
"Well, I'm sure I could do that for you later..."
The man paused, stunned, but thinking fast. "That would be brilliant." He fished his wallet out of his pocket and removed a business card. "Ring me if you have any appointments free later..."
"I will do. I recommend that you don't drink too much in the bar tonight, as that can have an adverse effect on any potential treatment that you may require..."
"Noted."
Aimee carried on to Grant's room and swiped her card through the lock, which beeped and clicked unlocked. She opened the door and stepped inside, shutting the door gently behind her. On the bed, a naked Grant moaned loudly in distress. Aimee put her bag down and opened it. Placing her room key inside, she took out a small bottle of lube and a vibrator.
Aimee applied some drops of lube to the vibrator and smeared the drops over the surface.
"Don't you look poorly. I think we will have to carry out an examination, don't you think?"
"Yes nurse…" Grant groaned in mock distress.
"Well, first we need to take your temperature."
Aimee climbed onto the bed, straddling the backs of his thighs. She placed the tip of the dildo between his cheeks and slowly pushed it all the way in.
"Right, we will just take a temperature reading..." She twisted the end and the vibrator hummed into life and Grant moaned loudly into the pillow.
*****
Grant snored quietly to the side of her. He had been quick to cum and had left her hungry and unsatisfied. She pulled her nurses bag over and pulled out her phone and the business card inside.
: Are you still in need of a blood pressure check? :
: Yes! :
: I will be at your door in five minutes :
: I will be ready :
Aimee slipped from the bed and picked up her panties pulling them up her legs. She lifted the dress off the chair and slipped it over her head, not bothering to do up the buttons. A quick re application of her lipstick and she was ready.
A quick look round to ensure she had everything and she stepped out into the corridor.
The door opened on the second knock and she stepped inside as he hastily shut it behind her. He was still dressed and paperwork lay across the bed. A quick glance told her that he was selling access platforms at the Hillhead show.
"A medical exam will be more accurate if you are naked." She could smell alcohol on him and hoped that he hadn't drunk too much.
He grabbed his documents from the bed and threw them into a corner. "Yes nurse.." He said as he hurriedly started to disrobe.
*****
Helen had tried everything she could think of. She had deliberately kept on her school uniform that evening and unbuttoned the top couple of buttons and bent over in front of him so he could see down the front of her blouse.
Nothing.
She had rolled up the waistband of her pleated skirt to shorten it's length and then ensured that she sat opposite him and 'accidentally' panty flashed him.
Several times.
Nothing.
She had even put on her skimpiest knickers.
"Abbi?"
Abbi looked up from her phone screen."
"Hmm?"
"I don't know how to phrase this, so I'm just going to come out with it. Is your brother gay?"
"Graham?"
"How many other brothers do you have…"
Abbi gave her a flat stare and dropped her phone onto her bare thighs. They were both wearing just large T's with just panties underneath, no bra's.
"You don't have designs on my brother do you?"
"No. Yes. Fuck it, I don't know…."
"You've known him since that T you are wearing would reach your ankles standing up."
"And your point is?"
"He is not gay."
"Are you, like, sure?"
Abbi thought back to how weird her friend had been acting all night.
"Fuck! You really do have the hots for my brother!"
Helen said nothing. Which in itself was admission.
"You know he sees you like his sister?"
"I know. How do I go about changing that Abbi?"
"I'm not pimping out my brother to my best friend… That's just… wrong…"
They sat in silence as Abbi went back to typing on her phone screen.
"So who does he have the hots for?"
Abbi dropped her phone back down with a sigh. The situation was completely fucked up. She had always thought the relationship between Helen and her brother was purely platonic. Obviously not. Which was making her own burgeoning relationship with her close friends brother problematic.
God, she wanted Mark. She had worried that he was not interested at first, but when she had first realised her desires towards him and had tried awkwardly flirting with him with tips gained online, he had reciprocated and that had made things unbelievable worse. Being close, and holding hands, had led almost immediately to nervous fumbling kisses. Trying to act as though there was nothing between them when others were around, was torture.
Her phone buzzed in her lap. A message from Mark. She could hazard a pretty good guess as to the content without even looking at the message.
"I mean there must be someone. You must have an inkling…"
"If I tell you Helen, are you going to kill her?" Abbi said amusedly.
"No! I just want... So you do know who she is?"
"No I don't know of him seeing any girl romantically." Her brother had been acting weird the last few weeks. Enough for their mother to take her aside one day and ask her if she knew if her brother was taking any 'performance enhancing' drugs for his rugby that he was obsessed with. She didn't think he was, and had told their mother that. But still…
Helens phone vibrated. A reply no doubt to the message she had sent earlier to Siobhan. : I think he's gay :
: You sure? : Was the reply that had just arrived.
: I all but jumped in his lap… :( :
: I can't believe he's fucking gay :( :
: You and every other girl in school when we tell them on Monday :
: This is so arse :( :
Helen silently agreed with her.
"Is that Siobhan."
"Yeah."
"What's she up to?" Abbi was keen to move the topic of conversation away from brothers.
*****
A full bladder woke Helen. Quietly she slipped from the bed, only noticing after she crept to the door, that the spare bed was empty. That meant she would have to use the downstairs toilet.
Out in the landing, she could see the toilet door open and in darkness. No one was in there.
Where was Abbi?
She padded past the other bedrooms and closed the door, switching on the light. She dropped her panties and peed into the bowl, trying to do so quietly. As she sat on the toilet, she was sure she could hear something in her parents room. She lifted the plastic tumbler from between the taps on the sink and placed it rim side against the wall. She leaned to the side and placed her ear against the bottom of the tumbler.
What was Abbi doing in her mother's room?
She wasn't sure that she wanted to know the answer to that.
The voices were quiet, just a little too quiet to make out the words, but not quiet enough to hide who the voices belonged to, nor the tone. That was definitely her mother and Graham!
What the hell!.
She finished her business and tore off a bit of toilet roll to dry herself. She didn't flush the toilet, least the noise alert Graham and her mother. She switched off the light and quietly opened the door. Soundlessly, she hoped, Helen made her way to her parents door and slowly eased it open so she could peak inside.
As desperately as she prayed otherwise, it was indeed Graham in the room.
Not just in the room, but in the bed.
With her mother.
Both of them were naked and splayed out in a shaft of moonlight. Which meant she could see his hand cupping one of her mother's breasts as they spooned together, her mother in front as they murmured quietly together. It felt as though a horse had just kicked her in the stomach.
The moonlight meant she could also see Graham's erect cock and even in the murky light, there was no mistaking what it was, slowly, unhurriedly, slide in and out of her mother. There was a relaxed, but intimate air about their posture, that stated this was not their first time together.
The reason for his indifference to her became clear.
Helen would have preferred it, if he had he been gay.
Which now led her mind, as it desperately tried to un-see the sight in front of her, back to the question she had asked herself earlier'Where was Abbi….'