New Home, New Friends
Copyright© 2024 by alan14
Chapter 8
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8 - After his divorce, Jim moves back north, close to his hometown. Jim is at a loose end until he meets an intriguing pair of 15-year-old twins, Willow and Zac, who live in the house that backs onto his. Willow takes over his life, and this is the turning point he needed. After meeting Maddy, the twins grow even closer to Jim and Maddy. Families aren't always the people you're born with, sometimes they're the people you find and bond with along the way. (check the codes, includes a little MA/MT)
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Ma/mt Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Anal Sex Double Penetration First Oral Sex Big Breasts Size
“What did you get up to last night?” Willow asked Charlee as they ate breakfast the next morning.
“We just had a cuddle,” Charlee replied, “Maddy told me some sad stuff, and I told Maddy some sad stuff, so we had a bit of a cry and a lot of cuddles.”
“Ahh, we just cuddled because Jess was a bit scared when she saw Zac.”
“So, I think that means me and Jess will keep to ourselves,” Charlee replied, a little sadly, “because we stop everyone else having fun.”
“That’s so not true, we’ve had some great times, remember the night before last?”
“Yeah, but Zac didn’t have much fun.”
“Oh, believe me, he did.”
“But ... Maddy and Jim, all they got is my tears.”
“Did Maddy hug you all night?”
“Yes, she said it was to keep me safe.”
“There’s few things in life more precious than spending the night hugging someone you love. There’s so much happening right now, it’s no wonder you just cuddled Maddy last night. Once everything has settled down you can try again. Me and Zac will babysit, so you and Jess could have a night of fun with Jim and Maddy.”
“Are you pimping me out again,” Maddy laughed as she joined them in the kitchen.
“Mmm ... that makes it sound bad,” Willow grimaced, “I just thought that as neither Charlee, nor Jess, had sex last night, they could try again, another night.”
“That’s a kind thought, and of course they’re welcome any time.”
As they had no lessons today, the kids helped us empty some more clothes from their old house, into Willow’s house.
Around 10:30, we heard a yelp from Willow, followed by frantic feet on the stairs.
“There’s someone breaking in!” she gasped, “I can hear them.”
“Oh my god!” Jess cried, “it’s Dan.”
“No it isn’t,” Charlee told her, “he’s got keys, why would he break in, it’s just a burglar.”
“A burglar! During the day?” Zac replied, “why?”
“Ahh, it’s the locksmith!” I said, “he has to break in as you’ve still got your keys.”
“Of course,” Jess replied, trying to calm herself.
“Should I let him in then?” Charlee asked.
“Why spoil his fun,” Willow replied, “I’ll go and put the kettle on.”
“Oh, hello...” we heard as Willow reached the bottom of the stairs, “I guess you’re the locksmith. Would you like a cup of tea?”
“Aye love ... is your mum in.”
“Oh, I don’t live here,” Willow replied, “but I can get Jess if you like.”
“And Jess is?” the locksmith replied, sounding confused.
“Well, if I was Charlee, who does live here, Jess would be my mum.”
“OK, yes, I’ll have a cup of tea, I need it after that brain teaser, and yes, I’d like to speak to Jess.”
“Well, here she is...”
“Ahh, sorry, we’re just clearing stuff out.”
“No worries,” the locksmith replied cheerfully, “Xenia said you needed new locks.”
“Yes, I don’t want my...”
“I don’t need to know love. If Xenia says you need new locks, I’ll give you new locks. How many doors have you got?”
“That one you just came through, and a back door.”
“Is the back door wood like this one?”
“Yes, it is.”
“What about windows, do you want me to fit locks on any windows he could fit through?”
“He?”
“Whoever you’re trying to keep out. That’s normally why Xenia sends me round.”
“Ahh, yes, of course ... mmm, the kitchen window might be vulnerable ... I’ve never thought about stuff like this before.”
“No worries love, once I’ve had the cup of tea the young lady promised, I’ll have a look around.”
“Err ... how do I pay you?”
“You don’t, Xenia pays me. I’m Mervin, by the way, Merv to my friends.”
“I’m Jess ... that’s Willow, my daughter’s friend, she’s helping me move my stuff out.”
“And I’m making cups of tea as well,” Willow added as she emerged with a big mug for Merv.
“Ahh, here’s the others as well,” Jess said as we joined them in the lounge, “Charlee is my daughter, Zac is Willow’s brother, and Maddy and Jim are their mum and dad.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you all,” Merv replied as he sipped his tea.
“What’s happened here?” Merv asked, pointing at the hasp and staple hanging off the door while touring the house.
“Mmm, that’s my former bedroom,” Jess replied.
“Why the padlock?”
“He used to lock me in at night.” Jess whispered.
“He did what?” Merv cried, “that bastard locked his wife in her room!” he added, kicking the door, which swung back, revealing Jess’s tiny bedroom. “This isn’t even a bedroom! I keep my rubbish in a room bigger than this...”
We watched as Merv paced the landing, working off his anger.
“If I get my hand on that bastard, I’ll rip his fucking head off...” he growled, before taking a deep breath as he pulled out a notepad and pencil, “OK, I’m calmer now, let’s have a look at the work that needs doing to make this place secure ... first, we need a new door here,” he looked inside the box room, “the window has a decent lock, but I’ll need to fix the wall where I just hit it with the door...”
Once Merv had made a list he jumped in his van and set off for the builders’ merchants.
While he was gone, we packed up more stuff, the kids’ toys, the rest of Jess and Charlee’s clothes, kitchen equipment.
“You’ll probably want to move the washing machine,” Willow told Jess, “the one at my house is much older than yours, and there’s no dishwasher ... mmm ... this fridge is better too.”
“Maybe Merv will know someone who can move it,” Zac offered.
“Yeah, of course he will.” Willow replied, “we’ll pay,” she added as Jess looked to be starting to panic about house move costs.
“What are we doing about his clothes?” Charlee asked, walking into the kitchen with more bags of toys for the kids.
“I’d not thought?” Jess replied, “if we leave them, Xenia’s guys will put them in storage, that’ll just be a waste of time.”
“Are they good clothes?” Maddy asked over an armful of Jess’s stuff.
“He only wore good stuff, Paul Smith and Boss suits, Ralph Lauren shirts.”
“Then I’ll bag it all up and get Xenia’s guys to give it to charity ... or help themselves if anything fits.”
Jess nodded, “yes, we’ll do that,” she said firmly, grabbing a few more bin bags, “he has some nice shoes, if you want to try some on, Jim.”
“Ahh, no thanks, it wouldn’t be right wearing his stuff around you.”
Jess touched Jim’s cheek tenderly as she walked past to the stairs, “you’re a nice man Jim, Maddy is a lucky woman.”
“You’ve been busy,” Merv said as he stepped over a pile of bags, “could you give me a hand Jim, and Zac. I need to bring this door in, and my workbench, as I’ll need to trim it to fit the frame.”
Later, Willow watched Merv working on the front door. The new lock was bigger, so he’d removed the door to chisel out a bigger space for the lock, and a longer rebate for the strike on the frame.
“Jess and Charlee are moving into my old house, because me and Zac live with Jim and Maddy now.”
“Is that right,” Merv replied, as he scraped wood shavings from the door frame.
“Yes, it’s just across the back, behind Jim’s house.”
“Is that wise, if she’s hiding from someone?”
“That’s what Xenia thought, so I was wondering if you’d be able to give her new house some better locks ... we’d pay you, obviously.”
Merv laughed, “there’s no need, honey, Xenia already asked me to do both houses. Your house is pretty much the same as this, so I bought two of everything ... well, not two doors.”
By six in the evening, Merv had secured both houses. He gave Jess two bunches of keys, one for each house.
Jess held up one set of keys, “what do I do with these when we’ve finished moving out? Won’t the removal guys need them when they come to clear the house?”
“That’s OK, I’ve got copies of the front door keys, I’ll give them to Kelvin so he can get in. Simply pop your keys through the letterbox when you’re done. Kelvin will pass that set to Xenia.”
“When you speak to Kelvin,” Jess said, pointing to the bags of Dan’s clothes, “all those are my ex-, no, he’s not my ex-husband, we were never legally married, arghhh, this is infuriating ... anyway, those bags are his clothes, they need to go to charity, any charity, but one for abused wives would be good if you know one around here...”
“I know one, and it’s not far from my lock-up, I’ll drop them off tomorrow ... help me load them into my van, Zac.”
Willow popped her head into the kitchen, “err ... there’s someone watching the house. A black BMW, over the road, two doors down.”
“Oh shit!” Jess cried, “what if it’s Dan?”
“Go upstairs, look out of the kid’s bedroom window, see if it’s him, then we’ll take it from there.”
Jess and Charlee ran upstairs, they were back a minute later, “yes,” Jess panted from the exertion, “it’s him.”
Maddy pulled out her phone, “I’ll call Xenia ... where’s Merv going?”
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