Chapter 1

“Frank’s brother Eric has invited us all to stay at his farm,” Pip’s mother said one morning.

Pip’s mum and Frank had met several years ago when Pip had just turned sixteen.

They had married a year ago, and Pip and her mum had moved into Frank’s three bed roomed semi-detached house.

Frank had been kind to Pip – had built her an en suite bathroom for only her to use, and given her a pretty spacious bedroom, complete with TV, DVD and satellite.

Pip was a bright girl; she understood the message all too well. ‘You can live here as long as you respect our privacy and give us plenty of space’.

She went out to work each day and after sharing an evening meal with the two of them – or not, then she retired to her bedroom and idled the evening away.

It wasn’t much of a life for her, but she had a roof over her head, and her own money to spend on pretty much anything she liked.

She could have wanted more – but her nature was a fairly placid undemanding one, and so she was content with her life.

Pip had met Frank’s brother Eric just once – when her parent and his brother had gotten married.

He had come to the wedding along with his two muscular – rather brainless looking sons.

“They’re twins!” Eric had told her proudly as he’d looked her up and down. He gave her a little nudge and nodded at the two young men. “And I think that they rather like you,” he whispered conspiratorially.

Pip curled her lip and looked away from their leering gaze.

She took great pains to avoid them for the rest of the day, and it was with a great sense of relief that she waved goodbye to them all at the end of it.

“That’s nice mum,” she said now in response to her mum’s news. “I’m sure that you and Frank will enjoy a change of scenery.”

“Oh, but you’re invited too, Pip!” Helen declared warmly. “It’s for three weeks, and should be nice in the summer time.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly get three weeks off work!” Pip said with a sense of relief.

Her mum reached out to hug her fondly. “Frank took care of that for you, he fixed Mr Haver’s plumbing and only charged him half price – if he would let you have the three weeks.

“Oh,” she could not for the life of her keep the dismay out of her voice, but her parent it seemed was far to excited to notice.

“Yes, Eric was very insistent that you come too ... he says he has a room all set up for you, a little separate from the rest of the house, so that you will have plenty of privacy – just like you have here.”

“That’s nice of him,” she said uncertainly, wondering silently why he had been so insistent that she be dragged along too.

“And Frank has given me some money,” he mum continued brightly. “For us to go shopping for some new clothes!”

“Oh, but I have plenty of clothes! I mean it’s very kind of Frank to offer, but really mum ... I mean I am quite happy to go with you and help you to pick out some new things, but I am okay mum ... honestly.”

“Nonsense!” her mum reached out to hug her affectionately. “A pretty young girl like you ... you should always have something new to wear for the new season.”

Pip could see that her mum was in a cheerful mood, and that she was not going to let her daughter’s reticence dim that at all. And if the truth was to be told, then the idea of going out and buying a couple of pretty summer dresses, did appeal - especially since someone else was offering to pay.

“Okay, mum, you win ... let’s make a date to go shopping.”

Her mum thought for a moment. “Tomorrow, you finish at one don’t you, so I could meet you and we could spend the afternoon shopping.”

It turned into a rather pleasant afternoon, for Pip. She had met up with her mum with the vague idea of buying a couple of outfits, and then concentrating on her parent.

But her mum had other ideas, as she pulled skirts and slacks and dresses, and tops off rails and loaded them onto her daughter’s arms.

“You can try them on if you want, but we both know that it will all fit you perfectly, and we can spend some time in the lingerie section ... and we’ll want some shoes and sandals too...”

“Well what about you?” Pip demanded from behind the pile of clothes. “I thought we were shopping for you too?”

“Oh well I can pick up a few things too I suppose, but lets get you sorted first.”

They had a very successful shopping expedition, and returned home laden with bags.

“I’ll just go and put the kettle on,” Pip said as she eyed her tired looking parent.

As they sat at the kitchen table sipping tea, and nibbling biscuits, Pip looked across at her parent.

“What do you know about Frank’s brother, Eric,” she asked suddenly.

Her mum shrugged her shoulders as she thought about it. “Not very much really. I mean he has a nice big house – according to Frank, in its own grounds too, and quite away from anyone else. Apparently, he used to be chemist. He developed some sort of new revolutionary sedative or something and made a fortune from it.”

“Oh, so he’s wealthy then.”

“Stinking rich – was how Frank referred to him once,” her mum chuckled.

“Oh,” Pip said softly as she tried to shake off the vague concerns.

The house was a large house, with a great many windows all staring out at them as Frank pulled up in front of the massive front doors.

He had barely switched off the engine when those doors opened and Eric came striding out, followed closely by his two sons – the brainless Neanderthals.

Pip reluctantly unfastened her seat belt and as Frank opened her door for her, she slid gracefully out of the car, tugging her skirt straight as she went but not before it slipped up to reveal a good length of her thigh.

She smoothed the fabric down and glanced up as she did, to catch the mirror gaze of two hungry young men.

‘Almost like they want to eat me!’ She thought to herself worriedly – although there was also a brief surge of excitement as well – which was something she wasn’t expecting to feel.

“Welcome all of you!” Eric exclaimed as he led them all inside.

The boys and Frank carried in their luggage, and dumped it all in the hallway, as Eric led the ladies into the main lounge area.

“Such a big house!” her mum gushed. “However do you keep it clean?”

“Oh, we have a cleaning crew come in three times a week to set it all straight. But we prefer to fend for ourselves for the rest.”

There was a tray of coffee and small cakes and mixed sandwiches.

“And of course, we have one of those big stores close by, the ones that do lots of catering and stuff too,” he smirked.

They all sat sipping coffee and nibbling bites and Pip did everything she could to avoid the gaze of the two young men – boys.

“Frank you are in your usual set of rooms on my landing,” Eric said as they finished the refreshments. “You can show Helen where it is, while the boys sort out the cups and plates.” he looked at the two of them pointedly and they both hurried to obey.

“And I will show young Pip here where her rooms are. I’ll carry up her bags for her too – just as a gentleman should.”

“Oh, now isn’t that sweet,” Pip’s mum grabbed her arm briefly. “And did you hear how he said – rooms?”

“Yes, mother I did.”

She and her mum parted company on the first landing, her mum went right, and Eric led Pip up another flight and then left. Right at the end of the long narrow corridor he flung open a door and then stepped aside to let her enter first.

Her room was more like a suite, with a bedroom with a large king-sized bed, and adjoining bathroom, and a separate squared off living area with a couple of chairs and a good-sized sofa – a low coffee table and a television on the wall. As she turned around, she saw two high back chairs on either side of the main door. Certainly, there was more than enough seating in her rooms.

“There is a DVD player in the television, along with satellite TV, and that cupboard underneath has lots of DVD’s both old movies and new ... there are some books in the book shelf beside the cupboard as well, but if you have a favourite style or author then just let me know and I will order in for you.”

He dropped her cases in her bedroom and strolled back out.

“There is a small well stocked fridge and a kettle and a microwave in the far corner. And a tray of coffee and teas, and pots of cream, and sugar and sweetener.”

She tried to hide her dismay, but Eric touched her hand briefly.

“My brother says that you enjoy your own space – and so I wanted you to be able to retreat if you should feel the need; but please do not think of yourself as a prisoner – my home is your home during your stay and you are free to wonder at you leisure as it pleases you.”

“Thank you,” she said with a sense of relief that she was not going to be just dumped in here and forgotten.

He hesitated at the door. “I may come to visit for a coffee on occasion if I am welcome.”

“It’s your home.” she shrugged.

He stepped back in and closed the door.

“This part is not – not whilst you are staying in it. This is your space and your domain and no one may enter without your permission.”

She lifted her chin and met his steely grey eyes. “Do your sons know that too?”

He sighed gently. “My sons have never known female company, and they are starved for affection, please be kind to them – if only for me ... you may find that you are handsomely rewarded for any attentions you offer them.”

‘Affection – Ha!” Pip had seen their looks very well and it was not kindness they would seek from her.

He opened the door. “I will tell the boys your room is on invite only.”

“Thank you.” she said with open relief.

“Oh, I am taking your mother and Frank out to dinner this evening – to give you and the boys a chance to get to know each other a little better. “We should be back for no later than nine o’clock though.”

As soon as he left, Pip walked across and turned the key in the door, and just for good measure she put one of the chairs by the door, under the handle.

Feeling only slightly more secure she decided to go and grab a shower – whilst there was still enough people in the house.

She washed and dried herself quickly, and then dressed in a skirt and top over matching frilly underwear.

She sat in front of the vanity mirror brushing out her mousy blond, long straight hair, which hung all the way down passed her shoulders – almost to her waist.

Her large hazel coloured eyes made her look innocent – which she was not.

Her neat little figure always looked nice in whatever she wore and she was a very pretty young woman.

As she sat brushing her hair, she thought of the twins. It was going to be a very long stay if all she was doing was dodging the two of them; and really, she thought maybe they could satisfy a need in each other.