I was just drifting off to sleep when I felt my bed move as someone slipped under the duvet.

“I just watched a really scary movie, Tommy.”

“I’ve told you before about watching scary movies late at night, Keira.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think this would be so bad. It was about a Christian camp where parents send horny teenagers to be cured. How do you cure horniness anyway,” she asked.

“I’ve no idea, Keira.” I replied, trying not to let my impatience show.

I love my sister, but she can be a bit annoying at times, like when I want to go to sleep as I have to be up early for football in the morning.

“How did they cure them in the film?” I asked.

“Mostly by killing them,” she replied, “and the camp leaders were shagging like bunnies anyway, and they were brother and sister!”

I felt the bed move again as Keira slid closer, so close I could feel her soft breasts against my back; skin on skin, she wasn’t wearing pyjamas.

“Is it weird that I got all hot and horny, watching the brother and sister having sex?”

“Mmm, maybe...” I replied, my breath catching in my throat as Keira slid a leg over mine, I could feel her pussy against my thigh, “were they hot?” I asked, trying not to react.

“Well, he wasn’t much to look at, but the sister was very pretty,” she replied quietly as she slipped her arm around me, pulling me tightly into her body as she started to grind her pussy against my leg. “There were a lot of hot guys in the film, and lots of pretty girls, though they mostly kept their clothes on. There was one ... oohhh, this is nice ... there was one scene where the girls were looking through a peep-hole into the boys’ showers, I enjoyed that scene ... am I OK doing this?” she asked, a tad late, because she was getting very moist.

“Yeah, this is OK,” I replied, because I’d be daft to object, I had the hottest girl in school in my bed, I was trying to ignore the fact she’s my older sister.

Keira kissed my neck, then I felt her breath in my ear as she started to nibble my earlobe.

My girlfriend had never done this, and I will be speaking to Izzy about this ... oh wow ... my heart skipped several beats as Keira moved her arm and cupped my balls, massaging them gently as my cock grew harder than I ever remember.

“Has Izzy ever done this?” she whispered seductively.

“No...” I replied, gasping as she gripped my cock, masturbating me slowly.

“Mackenzie enjoys it when I do this ... what time did mum say she was coming home?”

My mind was whirling, it took me a moment or two to realise she’d asked me a question, “err ... she didn’t say; I think she’s staying at Dave’s.”

“Amazing! Do you know what that means?”

“errr ... no, I don’t.”

“It means mum’s having sex...” Keira replied, her voice trembling as she ground herself harder against my leg.

“She’s an adult, she’s allowed to have sex,” I replied.

“I’m an adult as well!” Keira cried, grinding herself hard against me as she came, her right hand stroking me faster and harder until, with a low groan, I came, sending sticky jets of spunk across my bed.

We lay there panting. Keira continued to stroke me gently, sending tremors through my body with every movement; alternately nibbling my earlobe and running her tongue around my ear.

“Do you want a massive treat,” Keira asked, breaking the silence.

“What kind of treat?” I asked.

“Well, you know that film I watched?”

“Yessss...” I asked nervously, not sure where Keira was going.

“Well, I’m the horny teenager, and Mackenzie, he’s a good catholic boy.”

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at...”

“Here’s me thinking you were the clever one...” Keira replied exasperatedly, “Mackenzie won’t have sex before marriage.”

“And?”

“I don’t want to get married, at least not for a long time...”

I was still confused.

“I want someone to fuck me, Tommy, and Mackenzie won’t.”

“Oh ... so you want to...”

“I want to have sex with you Tommy.”

“But ... you’re my sister.”

“I know, it’s OK, I’ve got condoms...”

“But ... it’s illegal.”

“Yeah, but who’s going to find out.”

She had a point, and honestly, right then, I wanted to make love to Keira more than anything – well, I already told you she’s the most beautiful girl in school – I just didn’t want to seem too keen. Which was ridiculous, because it was Keira who was doing all the running here.

Keira slid out of my bed and opened the door. I could see her side profile in silhouette from the dim nightlight at the top of the stairs. Her long legs, well-toned from athletics, her trim tummy, her wonderful breasts.

If we go to hell, it’ll be worth it.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“I already did that,” I joked, “and you need to help me change my bedding in the morning.”

She reached out for my hand as I slid out of bed, pulling me close, she brought my lips to hers and kissed me.

“Oh wow, you’re ready for more, I see...” Keira giggled as my erection touched her stomach.

“That kiss definitely helped,” I replied.

“We can kiss all night...” she whispered into my mouth, her tongue running across my teeth.

“I’ve got football in the morning...”

“What’s more important, taking your sister’s cherry, or kicking a football on a muddy field.”

“You make a good point, but if I miss practice, I’m off the team.”

“OK, we make love for a while, then I’ll let you sleep for a bit, then we make love some more after practice.”

“Mum will be back then.”

“I have a plan, but first, I need to taste your cock.”

Keira practically pushed me through her bedroom door, then onto her bed, where she knelt between my thighs and took me in her mouth.

Oh my god!

The feeling was unbelievable – would every blowjob be like this, or is it extra special because she’s my sister?

Keira gasped as she pulled away, “oh my, that was fun!”

“It really was,” I agreed.

“How many times can you cum in a night?”

“I don’t know ... I once had three wanks when I came back from Izzy’s house.”

“Doesn’t Izzy do this?”

“I think Izzy is a lot like Mackenzie. She’s very pretty, and she lets me kiss her and play with her boobs, but that’s about it.”

“Ahh, that’s annoying ... but it means you can cum inside me at least once if I make you cum now...”

I was helpless to resist as Keira got back to work, using her lips, tongue and cheeks to whip my cock into submission, and a minute later she had me bucking hard off her bed as I came in her mouth. This orgasm even more intense than the first one.

Keira locked her lips around me as soon as she sensed I was about to cum. I watched her expression as she took every drop of my seed, her eyes gleaming as she slowly lifted her head, licking me clean as I slid from her mouth.

“Was that nice?” she asked as she used a finger to slip a drop of spunk back into her mouth.

“Nice doesn’t quite cover it. Does Mackenzie get that treatment?”

“Oh no, Mackenzie is a good boy remember. I’ve only given a couple of blowjobs before, and I’m not telling you who I practiced on, so I’d be perfect for you.”

“Perfect for me?”

“Oh yes, ever since I saw you in the shower, I’ve wanted to taste you.”

I thought back, ahh yes, she said she needed a wee while I was in the shower, I thought I had my back to her, as it was weird watching my sister wee.

“How did you see me in the shower, I faced away so I wouldn’t see you on the toilet?”

“Mirrored tiles, Tommy. The whole shower cubicle is a big mirror.”

“Of course...”

“So, if you’d opened your eyes, you’d have seen me weeing anyway. You still can if you like, because I need a wee before we go all the way.”

“Err ... I don’t think so, weeing isn’t a spectator sport.”

“Your loss, lover boy,” Keira said, blowing me a kiss as she left the room.

Keira jumped on her bed and snuggled beside me, she ran her hand over my cock, which responded in the expected manner.

“I was amazed when I saw you in the shower,” she whispered, “I’ve only seen three penises before, Mackenzie has the longest, but it’s all skinny like a hot dog, not really much for me to grip when I’m giving him a hand job. Yours though, it’s fat like a proper sausage. It was sitting on top of your balls looking all purposeful. Then you started getting hard, even though you weren’t watching me, as I saw you had your eyes closed, you were getting hard because you knew I was watching you, I enjoyed that feeling.”

I was full hard again from Keira’s tender touch; she rolled on top and kissed me as she reached into her bedside drawer.

“I don’t need any foreplay tonight, because I’m stupidly horny ... but next time, you’re going down on me first,” she whispered as she rolled the condom over my painfully hard cock.

Keira straddled me, hovering tentatively above my cock.

“Mmm, I know this is going to hurt, because you’re a lot bigger than my hairbrush, so don’t move until I tell you.”

“OK sis...”

Keira leant forwards; she kissed me hard as she dropped. She yelped as I speared her.

“Fuck! It’s like you’ve split me in two,” she gasped, panting heavily from the pain, “oh man, Kelly never told me it would hurt that much.”

“Who’s Kelly seeing at the moment?” I asked, curious as I’d not seen her with a boyfriend for ages.

“Nobody, she’s between boyfriends, she slept with Jake to see what sex is like, I think she might prefer girls ... I won’t complain if she wants to try it on with me...” Keira added, smiling.

“But ... Jake is her brother!”

“Who’s sitting on your cock right now...” Keira replied, smiling properly now as she got used to my cock.

“Ahh yes...”

Keira rode me for a few minutes until she tired, “I need to do more squats in the gym, I’m tired and sore,” she sighed, “do you think we could roll over?”

Unlike my tiny single bed, Keira had a double, so rolling over was simple and didn’t involve either of us falling to the floor.

With me on top, I thought back to the films I’d watched on x-video, not the really nasty one’s I’d stumbled on ... why do people pee on each other, it’s gross ... no, the nice ones with the shapely girls and their hunky boyfriends.

With the movements loaded from memory, I knelt between Keira’s legs and slid my cock inside.

Keira gasped, “this is so nice, you touch me differently this way.”

As I thrust, Keira reached down and started to work herself, and I was glad we were alone and the neighbours were on holiday, because things became very noisy, very quickly.

The sensation of Keira’s pussy was so much different to my hand, it was warm, it rippled, it pushed back, and ... oh my god, not so soon ... I concentrate hard to hold back ... what’s the cliche, cricket scores, maths puzzles...

As I slammed into Keira with the final few strokes, she thrust up to meet me, her hand working faster and faster until she arrived at her own thundering climax.

As Keira came, her pussy spasmed, which tipped me over and I came, and came hard, so hard I nearly blacked out. Coloured fireworks exploded before my eyes as I fell forward. Keira wrapped her arms around my body, and we kissed; a long, lingering, passionate kiss.

And then Keira was gently poking my shoulder...

“Wake up lover boy, it’s nearly 8 o’clock, you’ve got football practice.”

What!!! Was that all a dream?

No, this isn’t my bedding, I’m in Keira’s bed.

“Drink this coffee while I grab a shower...”

“Did that really happen?”

“Yes, honey, it really happened.”

“Will we be able to...”

“Do it again? Oh yes, we’ll definitely be doing it again. In fact, we’ll be doing it soon after you’ve finished football practice.”

“But mum will be back then.”

“I know, that’s why we’ll be doing it somewhere else...” she replied with an enigmatic smile, before dropping the dressing gown she’d worn to make the coffee and moved across the landing to the bathroom.

Keira had passed her driving test a few weeks earlier, so she messaged mum to see if she could drive me to football practice.

Once mum replied and said she could - providing she didn’t crash, speed or park illegally – Keira set about making me a proper breakfast, as driving is about half an hour quicker than the bus.

Fortified by a bacon and sausage sandwich – Keira held out a fat Cumberland sausage before she cooked it to show how nice and fat my cock was when she first saw it - I packed my football kit and a towel into my sports bag and we piled into mum’s car for the 15-minute drive to the school sports ground.

Keira sat with the other boys’ parents during the practice, and the team trial. Despite only getting a few hours sleep, I was picked early for the first eleven team. Keira gave me a big sisterly hug as I walked off the pitch, this was a surprise, as I was very sweaty and muddy, and she’s normally quite particular about dirt.

Once I was clean and sweat free, Keira hugged me again as I emerged from the changing rooms. I looked around nervously, but nobody was watching.

“That was amazing, Tommy, you’re so good. Why have I not been to watch you play before?”

“You’re usually asleep at this time on a Saturday,” I replied.

“Touché...” Keira laughed.

I wriggled nervously as Keira kissed me again, “there’s people watching!” I hissed.

“Isn’t a sister allowed to kiss her favourite brother?”

“Not on the lips like that.”

“Ahh, maybe not. I don’t hear any police cars, so I think we got away with it.”

“I guess we’ll find out when all my mates take the piss on Monday.”

“Oh Tommy! I hope that doesn’t happen.”

“Ahh, it should be fine,” I assure her, “anyway, most of my mates will be jealous, they all think you’re hot.”

“Mmm, I’m not sure I want to be your friends’ fantasy ... or maybe I do ... especially as you’re the only boy in this school that’s seeing me naked from now on.”

“What about Mackenzie?”

“I’m tired of him. I’m not a nympho like the girls in last night’s movie, but I do want to have sex, and that’s not an option with him.”

“And it’s not an option with Izzy,” I echoed.

“So how about we become secret lovers,” Keira offered as she unlocked mum’s car.

“Sounds good, but we can only do it when mum’s away.”

“I said I’m not a nympho,” Keira replied, “I don’t need sex, but I like sex. So, we can kiss and cuddle, and then when mum is at Dave’s, we can have proper sex ... Does that sound OK? Will it be enough for you?”

“Honestly? Just kissing you blows my mind.”

Keira smiled at my answer ... no ... she glowed, actually glowed.

“Where are we going?” I asked as Keira drove past the turning to our house and onwards towards the Promenade.

“I promised you we were going to have sex once more today, and I always keep my promises, especially when you also agreed to go down on me.”

“I don’t think you gave me chance to answer.”

“But you didn’t disagree...” Keira replied as she turned right onto the Promenade, then left into a hotel car park. Not just any hotel, but the art deco splendour of the town’s poshest hotel.

Keira watched my face as she parked mum’s elderly Renault by the entrance, “and now you know why I asked you to wear something smart.”

“But ... we can’t afford to spend the night here...” I gasped as we climbed the stone steps up to the huge glass doors.

“Who said anything about spending the night, besides, mum will expect us home soon.”

“So ... what’s going on...”

Keira kissed me tenderly as we reached the door, “stop worrying, honey, because I need you to look like you belong here if we’re going to pull this off.”

I gave myself a quick pep talk, “OK, I’m ready,” I answered, and I think I sounded confident.

Keira pushed open the big class door and strode confidently across the lobby to the reception desk, where I saw a familiar face ... Kelly! Of course, she works here on the weekends.

“Ahh, nice to see you again Mrs Collins,” Kelly said, greeting her friend with an entirely fictitious name, “I have your key ready...”

“Thank you, Kelly,” Keira replied, taking the key.

“You’ve an hour before the housekeeping crew reach that end of the third floor,” Kelly whispered, “have fun sweetie.”

Keira blew Kelly a kiss before turning on her heels, taking my hand, and heading for the grand, circular staircase that swept up the centre of the building.

“But ... she knows I’m your brother...” I whispered as we dashed up to the second floor.

“And who took her cherry?” Keira replied as she slipped her keycard into the door furthest from the stairs.

“Ahhh...”

“Exactly...” Keira replied as she started undressing me.

Once I was naked, Keira indicated I should sit on a comfortable looking armchair as she pulled a Bluetooth speaker from her bag, soon the room was filled with Dua Lipa’s sexy voice.

I watched as Keira danced around the room, giving me a sensual strip show. First, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, each button gifting me more of her cleavage. By the fourth button I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I’m amazed that in all the years I’ve been aware girls existed, and as a big fan of boobs, I’d not noticed that Keira possessed a quite spectacular pair of breasts ... but she’s my sister, I told myself, I’m really not supposed to fancy her.

“There’s an amazing view across the bay behind you.”

“Willing to bet it’s not as amazing as the view in front of me.”

“Now that’s impressive, I’m putting it on my CV, more amazing than one of the best views in Northern England...”

“It’s true though, even though I’m biased because you’re my sister, you really are beautiful.”

“Am I prettier than Kelly downstairs?”

“Definitely.”

“I’m not sure you’re thinking straight, all the blood has moved from your head to your penis.”

“I’m thinking straight,” I assured Keira, and I’m sure I was. Kelly is beautiful, but a little too slim for my tastes, growing up with mum and Keira has given me a preference for curves. Although I’ve never seen them, only touched them under her clothes, I think Izzy has bigger boobs that Keira, but every other part of Keira is more appealing to me than Izzy.

And ... Keira is now naked, standing proudly in the middle of a posh hotel room and is all mine...

I stood, and taking her hand, walked across the huge room to the huge bed.

Keira lay across the middle of the bed, spread her legs, and lifted her knees, presenting me with her neatly shaved pussy...

“You had pubes last night, didn’t you?”

“I did, but anticipating oral today, I shaved them off in the shower this morning, so you can see what you’re doing ... did I do right, do you like pubes?”

“Yours is the only pussy I’ve seen, so I don’t have enough data to form an opinion,” I replied, “but this is nice ... a little help though, because I really don’t know what I’m doing...” I added nervously.

Keira reached down and used her fingers to separate her pussy lips, she pointed out the highlights and what I should do to each body part.

“ ... and if you get really excited ... you could slip a well lubricated finger in my bum ... I’ve not tried it yet, but Kelly says it’s great ... apparently Jake likes it a lot as well ... so maybe we could try it together some time...”

“I’ll take a raincheck on that, I think,” I replied as dipped my head and got my first taste of pussy ... my sister’s pussy ... my beautiful sister’s pussy.

First, I ran my tongue between her lips from top to bottom. Part-way down Keira shuddered, “what happened,” I asked.

“Your nose caught my clit, any time you want to do that again, feel free...”

So, her clit is the most sensitive area, she’d not mentioned that.

With this new information, I resumed my work, this time I started from her clit, running my tongue over and around this sensitive little nub. As I moved down again, I looked closely at Keira’s clit. It was bigger than before, erect like a tiny cock ... I thought about what Keira had done to me last night, she took my whole cock in her mouth and kind of wanked me with her lips ... I stopped what I was doing and moved back, even erect her clit was tiny, it was kind of like the end of my little finger ... I wrapped my lips around it and moved up and down, then I flicked it with my tongue...

Shit ... whatever I was doing, Keira liked it ... she gripped my hair, pulling me into her body, all the while letting out a low growl that got louder and louder as she approached her orgasm.

And when that orgasm hit ... I’m not gonna lie, I thought I might die as she pulled me so tightly too her body, I couldn’t breathe.

As she came down, and I got my breath back, we started to worry that the noise would attract the staff; but then Keira reasoned that guests would often have noisy sex, and the hotel wouldn’t want other guests being disturbed.

“Still, I’ll ask Kelly when we get downstairs, for future reference...” she mused, before taking me in her mouth and getting me ready.

“You didn’t stick your finger in my bum...” she said as she rolled on top and positioned herself, “I was going to try proper anal ... maybe we’ll leave that another day, when we’ve got more time.”

Keira lowered herself, we both sighed as my cock slid inside my sister’s wonderful pussy.

“Ahh ... no condom...” she whispered, “you have to promise not to cum inside me...”

“Promise!” I gasped as Keira did something with her hips that sent a tingle all the way to my brain.

As before, Keira tired long before I was ready to cum, so we rolled over, “fuck me hard Tommy, I want to feel this tomorrow, just in case this is our last time for a while.”

I’d seen a few videos of rough fucking, it looked nasty, but I think I knew a way to do it hard without hurting my sister.

I lay across Keira, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I started to pound her with long, hard strokes. We made love like this for a while, 10 minutes at least, as I heard three different songs before I felt I couldn’t hold back any longer ... I took a deep breath, then I gave Keira three more hard, fast strokes, before I pulled out and finished off on her belly...

... at which point the door opened.

“Who are you?” came a terse cry from the doorway.

“I’m Mrs Collins, and this is my husband,” Keira replied, equally tersely, “why are you here, we haven’t checked out yet?”

“Check out was an hour ago, and you don’t look like Mrs Collins, she was much older than you when I saw her at breakfast...”

“Please don’t call the manager...” Keira cried.

“I’ll give you 5 minutes to clean yourselves and get dressed, or I will call the manager.”

“That won’t give us time to shower...”

The maid threw us a couple of dirty towels, “wipe yourselves with these,” she offered, smiling as she watched us clamber off the big bed. I noticed her eyes lingered on Keira longer than me, strangely, I wasn’t jealous, I had a feeling Keira was beautiful to both genders.

She didn’t move from the door as we wiped ourselves down and dressed.

“See you soon, I hope” she called after us as we dashed down the corridor.

“I’m having words with Kelly, she said we had an hour.”

Downstairs, we had to wait a little while, as Kelly was with a customer, she pointed to the bar and mouthed 5 minutes.

Keira was 18 and had ID, so she bought two pints of lager, and we took them to a red velvet booth.

Kelly was closer to 10 minutes; she apologised as she slid into the booth beside Keira and had a sip of her beer.

“You’ll never guess who that was at reception ... Mrs Collins!”

“Shit, the maid didn’t call her!”

“What maid?”

“The maid who just caught us in action! And, by the way, you said we had an hour.”

“You were up there a lot longer than an hour,” Kelly laughed.

“Really?” Keira asked.

“Yep, nearly 90 minutes. Anyway, Mrs Collins was just making another booking, she loves it here. Which maid caught you?”

“I didn’t see a name badge, she’s about your height, brunette, eastern European, cute.”

“Ahh, Marya, she’ll be OK. I bet she enjoyed the view, especially you, Keira, she likes her girls young and full figured.”

Keira blushed, “really? Do lesbians like me?”

“Well, speaking as a lesbian, I like you a lot...”

“But, you...”

“I shagged Jake, and it was fun, but not as much fun as when I shagged Rachel.”

“She’s your aunt isn’t she?”

“Yes, a very sexy aunt.”

“What’s it like kissing a girl?”

Kelly checked her watch, “listen, I have to get back to the desk, but I need a wee first.”

Keira followed her friend to the toilet, she was gone a few minutes, emerging a little later than Kelly, time used to fix her make up I assume.

“Was that fun?” I asked.

Keira didn’t answer straight away, instead she picked up her drink and finished it. I noticed her hands were a little unsteady.

“Ahh ... fun...” she whispered, followed by a burp from finishing her lager too quickly, “sorry about that,” she giggled, “and yes, it was fun, but don’t worry, I’m not turning lesbian, because I had far more fun upstairs.”

Keira’s phone pinged as I finished my drink, “mum’s back and wondering if her car is still in one piece. I think we’d better get home.” She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a pack of chewing gum, “you’d better have one of these, I don’t think she’ll be happy if she finds out I’ve been buying you beer.”

“I think she’ll be angrier if she finds out we’ve been having sex,” I replied.

“And she won’t ever find out,” Keira replied as we climbed into mum’s little car, then she went white, “shit, we didn’t change the bedding?”

“When did mum ever change our bedding?” I asked.

“Well, there’s always a first time. I’ll talk to mum about your impressive football skills while you take all our bedding off the beds, I’ll help you make the beds afterwards.”

We were back home in a couple of minutes, and I was heading for the stairs when mum called us both into the kitchen. I was worried at first, but she looked happy, she looked very happy.

“Ahh, here you are,” she said, pulling a bottle of Prosecco from the fridge.

“What’s this in aid of?” Keira asked.

“I’ve got some good news, very good news. Dave’s asked me to marry him!” mum cried as she popped the cork on the bubbly.

Keira dashed around the kitchen island and hugged mum, “that’s amazing news!” she cried, sounding as equally delirious as mum.

We shared the bubbly, and mum told us all about last night, how they went for a posh meal at a hotel near Dave’s house, how he went down on one knee in their room and asked her to marry him.

Dad died about 10 years ago, I was only little, mum was alone for a long time until she met Dave at a conference. They chatted online for a while until he asked her to spend a weekend away, and they hit it off immediately. Three years later, and she spends every other weekend at Dave’s house in Cheshire.

“You know, this will mean I’m moving in with Dave...” mum said quietly after we’d finished the bubbly and moved onto tea.

“Of course ... his house is great,” Keira agreed, and it was great. We’d visited a few times as a family. I’m sure the first time was so Dave could show us he isn’t a serial killer.

“But ... what about us?” I asked, “I’ve got my GCSEs next year, I can’t move. I’m in the first team...”

“Yes!” Keira broke in, “I watched Tommy play this morning, he’s great mum! He was one of the first boys picked for the team...”

Mum looked at us both, then she slipped out of the room and returned with a bottle of brandy, “Dave bought me this, it’s lovely stuff...”

“I know,” Keira replied, then blushed as she realised she’d admitted to sneaking a glass or two.

Mum laughed, “it’s OK, I know your secrets ... all your secrets...”

That sounded ominous, but mum was still smiling.

“I’ve seen how you look at Tommy ... I always thought he was oblivious, but I’ve just done the laundry...”

“I can explain mum...” Keira started.

“I’m sure you can honey.”

“Last night was our first time, and I seduced Tommy ... punish me, not Tommy!”

“Were you careful?” mum asked simply.

“We used a condom.”

“That’s good, I knew you’d be sensible. We’ll go to the doctor on Monday, as I’m too young to be a grandma, and you two...” she shook her head, “no, it’s best if you never have children together...”

“But, moving?” Keira asked, “I can’t move before my A-Levels, and I’ve got a place at Lancaster University, and I was planning on staying at home to save money.”

It was mum’s turn to hug Keira, “it’s OK honey, I was thinking about this as Dave drove me home...”

“Does he still have the Porsche?” I asked, then regretted interrupting mum with a silly question.

“Dave sold the Porsche,” she replied nonetheless, “he bought an Aston Martin instead”