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 He had been looking forward to this week for so long he didn't want to
spoil it on the first day.A week off work in the summer holidays was rare
enough,negotiating with his ex to take their daughter away always a
struggle.  But she approved of Sarah's Uncle ,his older brother,James the
consultant,with the large house on the coast.James whose children went to
RGS,whose wife Claire,could afford spa days and shopping trips to
London.Once in a row he had shouted back at his ex "Why didn't you bloody
marry James then,my perfect fucking brother" She had looked at him coldly
and said,"i wish i had,i tried to fuck him but he turned me down."They
hadn't had sex in six months,he left that day.

   James and Claire and their daughter Emily came out as he was unloading
the car.Sarah and Emily ran into each others arms.Only a year between them
Emily 13,Sarah 12 ,they were chattering instantly as if they had not been
apart since Christmas.

   James helped him with the bags.

   "Christ Peter,what has she packed?" They both laughed ,growing used to
the mystery of their daughters growing into teenagers.

   "Just put them in the hall for now" said Claire,"we were in the
Garden,would u like a cold beer" "Marry me"He laughed,"I'd love one
Claire."She was looking good as always,Tight white shorts,a bikini top,her
long dark hair twisted and held on the top of her head.He could not hep
admiring her tanned slim legs.If she hadnt been his sister in law he would
have been very tempted.

   The girls were already in the garden.  "Can I go swimming dad ?" James'
house looked straight onto the beach,the gardens merging with the dunes.He
nodded and smiled as Claire called out,"Sun cream on girls"

   He sat on the decking,drinking his beer and almost choked when the two
girls returned,Emily was wearing a bikini too now,and her breasts had grown
into two tiny mounds ,he realised he was staring at the nipples poking
through the tight material.Sarah followed her,he looked quickly away from
Emily at his own daughter,wearing her tankini,and he thought to himself a
much safer place to look.

   "Will you put cream on my back Uncle Peter,Sarah doesn't lthe feel of
it" The beer must have been taking affect because he wanted to giggle at
the unintentional double entendre,

   Emily sat cross legged before him and he started to rub the cream into
her shoulders and back.looking down he realised he could see her breast,s
,the bikini barely covered them.Her skin was smooth and soft beneath his
fingers.  She wriggled against his leg as his fingers stroked her
neck."That tickles " She said,then held her hair away from her skin so he
could rub the cream in properly.Sarah was in a hurry to get going, "Come on
Emmy ,lets go."

   He shifted as Emily stood up,unable to believe the erection growing in
his trousers,relieved his niece was moving away.  "Have fun girls "called
Claire after them."She looked across at him,"They are growing up so fast
aren't they "she said.He could only nod his agreement.

   Sam came running in,his 8 year old nephew.He was browned by the sun, his
blonde curls framing his face."Uncle Peter "he squealed.  "Where have you
been sammy boy ?".said peter ruffling the boys hair.

   Sam didn't answer.Instead he climbed onto his uncles lap.Peter shifted
uncomfortably,his erection was still hard,the boys weight pressed down on
his crotch.  Concentrating on his 8 year old chatter he took a swig on his
beer.He tried not to think of the feel of Emily's skin beneath his hands,or
how she looked in her bikini.But then his sister in law was just as
distracting.Bending over to pick up garden toys he could not stop looking
at her arse.Claire looked over at them,smiling she said "It's really nice
to have you here, the kids love you and Emmy and Sam were so excited about
seeing their cousin."

   Later around the dinner table the wine was flowing and the conversation
loud and covering everything from the AV vote to Villa's chances.Emily and
Claire were sitting either side of him,Sarah was in the kitchen helping her
uncle with desert.She came in red and laughing.  "What's up" he asked.Sarah
looked embarrassed."Has Uncle James been teasing you ?"asked Claire.This
led to the swapping of tales of tricks James had played on him as a
child.The impressionable younger brother.

   Peter realised Claire's leg was pressing against his.He tried to ignore
it,convince himself it was accidental.But then he felt her bare foot
stroking his calf.

   "Another?" asked James

   That night in bed despite the wine ,or maybe because of it ,he was hard
and horny.He started stroking his cock,imagining bending Claire over in the
garden,but pictures of Emily kept pushing their way into his head.  Her
hard nipples,her long legs,he wanked faster,picturing his cock in his
nieces mouth, her eyes wide as he felt her tongue tease,then took him all
the way in,his cock touching the back of her throat.He threw the duvet
off,he was so close,and his bedroom door opened.It was Sarah.

   "Dad ,i can't sleep,its too weird,loads of birds"His city girl needed
traffic and car alarms as her lullaby.Dragging the duvet over himself,his
cock hard and straining he desperately prayed the room had been too dark to
see anything.  "It's just the gulls ,nothing to be scared off" Sarah was
already walking to the bed.Getting in next to him.  "Can i sleep with you
tonight Daddy,please?"

   Her body warm against him,willing his erection to go down ,desperate to
come ,his balls aching he kissed her fore head."Just for tonight
,ok,"Listening to her breathing slow ,his erection dying he gently stroked
her hair.Whatever else the ex and him had created this, she snuggled up to
him ,her head resting on his chest, his arm around her ,together they
drifted off to sleep.

   Day two

   The next morning he woke first,his head blurred,his usual morning hard
on demanding.Looking over at Sarah still sound asleep he slid out of the
bed as quietly as he could.The shower seemed his best option and the rest
of the house was silent.  He pulled on his boxer shorts,flinching as they
caught the sensitive tip of his cock and quietly headed to the bathroom.

   He walked quickly towards the bathroom,but not quickly enough.A door
opened and out came Claire,wrapping a dressing gown around herself.  "Good
morning" She was smiling and her eyes looked down,to where he realised,in
horror his erect cock had pushed it's way through the front of the boxers.

   So fleetingly he could have sworn he was still asleep her hand caressed
him,one finger along the length of his cock.It twitched in response,he
looked at her,her eyes were amused, "Enjoy your shower,I'll put the coffee
on" Then she was gone.

   He turned the shower on full,a wet room of course ,attached to the large
bathroom.He remembered helping James with the tiling,when he was a lowly
registrar and the house their dream.No wet room then, and Claire and the ex
were friends, one drunken night they had even talked about swapping, his ex
had been more adventurous then,but it had never gone beyond talk.

   The room was starting to steam up, he stepped in and the bathroom door
flew open.Sam came running in,naked,already eager to sieze a new day .Sam
started to piss in the toilet, "Can you pay football with me uncle
Peter,daddy has to go to the ward today?"

   Silently sighing,his erection fading Peter nodded, "Sure Sam,after
breakfast though."He had forgotten there were no locks here, it seemed he
was destined to have to wait.

   The morning passed quickly, football ,chatter,the house full of noise
and laughter.Peter could feel himself relaxing,slipping into holiday
mode.Claire needed to do some shopping,he agreed to watch the girls and
Sam,give them some lunch.Claire bent over and kissed him lightly on the
cheek, he breathed in the scent of her hair,realising that he missed those
smells, the contact.

   He finished stirring up the big pan of pasta,threw in some rosemary from
the garden and went to find the girls.Sam was already waiting, the eating
machine that was a young boy.

   "Don't touch,Peter warned him"It's still hot,I'm going to find Emily and
Sarah"

   The volume of the music coming from upstairs suggested why they hadn't
heard him call.He knocked on Emily' bedroom door,the room the girl insisted
on sharing,but it was pointless,they were giggling and shouting over the
music.

   Reluctantly he pushed it open,The girls were posing in front of the full
length mirror,their faces made up,and both were just dressed in lacy
knickers and bras.Peter froze, Sarah turned and smiled at him,"Emily has
been doing my make up and says i can have these Dad,there way nicer than
the stuff mum buys"

   Part of him had to agree,the pantie were high cut and lacy,the bra
emphasised the beginnings of her cleavage.The make up made her look
older,and he realised with a start,attractive in a way he had never
considered before "Very nice Sarah"

   Emily came and stood by her cousin.Where Sarah looked like a girl
dressing up Emily seemed comfortable in the back lace underwear.Her breasts
were pushed together,and he caught himself staring at the lace v that
covered her pussy,wondering if it was still hairless.

   Turning quickly he told the girls to get dressed and come for their
lunch.As he went downstairs he heard them break out into fits of teenage
giggles.He wondered what the joke was.

   James had made it back in time for dinner.Running about in his pjs Sam
had climbed onto his mummies lap,snuggling up against her breasts he
asked"Will you put me to bed tonight Mummy" Claire looked down at him,and
Peter took the chance to look at her nipples,visible under the thin silk
dress that was clinging to her body.  Despite two children Claire could get
away with not wearing a bra.He idly wondered if she was totally naked
beneath the dress.He knew she would be hairless.Last Christmas he had
caught her in the bathroom,her leg on the toilet seat,shaving her legs.A
glimpse of a smooth pink pussy before she stood up.  He wondered again at
the removal of locks, but had never been comfortable asking.He knew that
not long after his divorce Claire had given up her job,that something had
happened.  Sam was wriggling,smiling up at his Mum,using his big blue eyes
to best effect.  "Now Sammy,it's daddies turn tonight,you know that,now be
a good boy." Peter laughed,"They will do anything for an extra 5 minutes
won't they?"Sammy looked at him,then smiled up at Claire " When will it be
Uncle Peter's turn?"

   "Another night Sam,"said Claire smiling back,"now be a good boy,you dont
want to keep Daddy waiting."

   The girls were in the playroom, competing on the wii,and James hadn't
returned from putting Sam to bed.  Feeling sightly self conscious Peter
grabbed the half empty bottle of wine and wandered outside.As he suspected
Claire was there having a cigarette.The sea glimmered in the darkness, the
house seemed ready to sail away.

   "A doctors wife shouldn't smoke you know "said Peter,joining her at the
railing on the edge of the deck.He held up the bottle in a silent question
and she passed him her empty glass.

   "A doctors wife shouldn't't do a lot of things,including drink,but then
doctors are some of the worst risk takers going.Are you a risk taker
peter?" The loaded question hung between them.Peter considered it, trying
to take it at face value.  "No,or at least i have never been, but I am
begging to look at my life and think..."His word trailed off.  "I look at
my life and think,if people only knew,if they suspected what i really
wanted" said Claire.  she turned towards him,lent close and whispered in
his ear , "I hope Sarah sleeps well tonight, i sometimes find myself awake
and wandering during the night "

   He ended up in the study,drinking whiskey with James,talking about old
friends and where it had gone wrong with the ex.  At the back of his head
was the idea that if he drank enough he would not be tempted, or that
Claire would be asleep by the time he went to bed.

   The conversation lulled and Peter asked a question that had been there
for the past 4 years.

   "Angela once said he made a pass at you and you turned her down" James
looked at him, his face confused,but concerned "Did she ?Bitch" Then he
laughed,"with tits like hers i wouldn't have turned her down little
bro,fucking hell she was out there!" Peter joined in the laughter,relief
washing over him.Slightly unsteady he stood up,wished his brother
goodnight,and stumbled up the stairs.

   Something woke him, confused,still drunk he tried to work out where he
was.He felt two soft hands stroke along his thighs,up across his chest.he
struggled to speak."Claire....god Claire"

   She was under the duvet,he felt her hot breath againt his balls,her
tongue teased the tip of his cock.Running along the length of it, he
groaned as she teased him to hardness,taking his cock in her mouth,sucking
slowly,he reached under the duvet,grabbing her head, she wanted his cock,he
would give it to her.Pushing her head down onto his cock he heard her
gag.Exciting him more he started to thrust into her mouth, touching the
back of her throat he needed to fill her mouth with spunk.He didn't care
that it was his sister in law, that she was choking,he needed to come,to
fill her mouth.  The past two days had been too much, her lips,her
mouth,smaller than he imagined, he fucked it the way he had imagined
fucking her in the garden.

   Crying out "Yes Claire ,yes" he came, holding her with 2 hands now so
every drop went into her mouth.She gagged again and that just made him
harder.He wanted her to choke on his spunk, to take it all.  She stood,and
he knew he should say something,but he lay there,his cock limp now sated.

   At the door she paused,switching on the light,blinded for a moment he
tried to work out what looked wrong,and from the door Emily smiled at
him,her hair wild,her nipples hard,her cunt as hairless as he imagined,
then she was gone.

   Emily pushed open her bedroom door, careful not to swallow.Sarah was
sitting on the bed,waiting."So did you?  "she asked,her eyes wide,her voice
nervous.

   Emily walked over,grabbed Sarah by the hair,bent and kissed her,pushing
her spunk covered tongue into her cousins mouth.Hungrily Sarah
responded,her hand reaching between Emily legs,feeling the wetness.

   Emily broke off the kiss, "So do you like the taste?  It's better than
Sammy he doesnt come"

   Sarah nodded."But can i taste you now"She looked at her cousin,the need
clear in her voice.

   Day three.

   Sam tiptoed into his sister's room, he didn't know why she had wanted to
know when Uncle peter woke up,why she wanted to be woken up, but he tried
to stay on her good side.Shaking her he whispered,in a voice loud enough to
wake the whole house "Emmy,Emmy, he's in the shower Em."

   Emily knocked his hand away, "Go away sam" she muttered,regretting not
for the first time the fact there were no locks allowed.Of course her
parents would say it was her own fault.Three years earlier they had to
break the lock on the bathroom door.She was inside with Sammy,she had him
on all fours,and using shampoo as a lubricant was fucking him with a dildo
from her mothers collection.  She still remembered the sight of his sweet
pink arse bent before her,stroking his 4 year old cock,and telling him to
stay still.His cries of pain as she tried to move the dildo in and out had
excited her in a way she wasn't expecting,and when the lock broke Sam was
sobbing,she had her hand on her clit,her fingers wanking furiously whilst
with the other hand she twisted and turned the dildo inside him.

   Whilst her father had taken care of Sam ,her mother had taken her aside
for a serious chat, a chat about care homes, a life without them,her
friends, her pony biscuit (she was crying by this point).She promised to
never try anything like it again,but her parents still removed all the
locks.

   Sam had squirmed his way into bed between them.  Sarah was still
sleeping,by now Emily remembered why he was here.She kissed him on the
forehead, and cupped his small penis in her hand,gently tickling.  "Good
boy Sam, I'm getting up but you can stay here with Sarah, i want to talk to
Uncle Pete alone." Sam was content, he liked to please more than anything,
his school reports always emphasised what a helpful child he was,other
parents commented on the fact he was always smiling.

   Emily stroked his cock.Pencil thin but hard,"Why dont you wake Sarah up"
she suggested.

   Emily had slept naked,and needed to decide what to put on now.Her hello
kitty pyjama shorts seemed ideal.Quietly leaving the room ,barefoot,pink
and every inch the thirteen year old child she headed downstairs for
breakfast.

   Peter sat at the wooden kitchen table ,the black coffee untouched in
front of him, trying to convince himself that last night was just a whiskey
fuelled dream.

   "Hello Uncle Peter ,"Emily stood at the kitchen door ,he refused to look
round at her."Hi Em"She moved and sat opposite him,"Whats wrong?Is it me
?Did i do it wrong?  Did you not like it?"There was a tremor in her voice,
he looked at her and saw tears in her eyes.Of all the conversations he had
imagined this was not one of them,reassuring his niece that she gave the
best BJ he had ever had.

   "Dear God emmy,no, you did nothing wrong,nothing at all" This brought a
weak,trembling smile to her face."You liked it then,?"desperately
struggling for the right words Peter was unsure what to say."Shit emily i
liked it,but it was wrong, it shouldn't have happened, it must not happen
again"

   Emilly looked down,the smile gone" i wanted to do it with you,the boys
at school,said i was good but i dont fancy them,sometimes i touch
myself,and imagine you it's you."her voice was barely a whisper as she made
the admission.

   The flush of the toilet broke the silence."Thats mum up "said Emily.

   "Come here"said peter determined to reassure her.He awkwardly hugged
her,trying not to feel the breasts pressed against him, the hot breath on
his neck,she broke away beaming and ran upstairs.

   It was hard not to laugh as she returned to her room.Despite his protest
the erection pressed against her had shown how much he wanted her,wanted it
to happen again.There was no way she would have sucked any boys at school
off.Girls got reputations for much less and she preferred older men
anyway.That much was at least true.

   She passed her Mum on the stairs."We have your appointment this morning
Emily,don't forget" Emily nodded,how could she forget.Ever since the
incident with Sam she had been seeing a private therapist, her parents not
the sort to contact social services after all.  At first she had been
worried, but he had swallowed the line about copying a video she had found
.Being in private practice the therapy was open ended, her parents content
to pay for a quiet conscience.

   Recently she had started to describe her "fantasies" about her cousin,
intrigued by his reaction.When she had gone into the details of having her
clit licked,then pinning her cousin to the bed and fucking her with a
hairbrush,making her lick the blood from it,then fucking her some more
until Sarah came ,crying out with the orgasm,the therapist had shifted
awkwardly,trying to hide his response.  She had not told him of course that
it wasn't a fantasy,that Sarah had writhed on the hairbrush whilst she told
her what a little slut she was.That Sarah begged now to come and had sent
naked pictures of herself with Ems whore scrawled across her tummy.

   Sitting in the car on the way to Newcastle she wondered how Sam and
Sarah were doing with their task.  The real help after the bathroom
incident (not her words for it),had come from elsewhere.  Sitting, tears
running down her face, she had confessed, desperate to hear everything
would be ok.She had been punished of course,but she had also been
encouraged to explore with Sam.  But in a way that left no trail to be
followed.Sarah was more recent, as she had realised girls attracted her. 
Her classmates were considered too risky,but Sarah, who already idolised
her, was ideal.

   Sarah and Sam sat in the tree house looking at the contents of the bag
Emily had left them.Even in a house without locks there were hidden places
and Sam's tree house had been used many times to keep away from prying
adult eyes.  "Does it hurt ?" asked Sarah as she pulled the butt plugs from
the bag.She had felt Sarah's' fingers explore her,gritting her teeth as she
did so.But this shiny piece of pink plastic,no longer than her hand,seemed
much more threatening.

   Sam thought for a moment,"Not hurt, I dont know the word,but Emily likes
it" .In his world this was enough,the "Good boy", the kiss the caress.  He
stood, pulled off his shorts and bent over.Sarah leaned over, his bottom
hole looked like a strange flower.  Tentatively she stretched out her
tongue.  Sam gasped as she touched him.  She circled around ,then plunged
her tongue deep into his hole, he backed onto it, reaching forward she felt
his penis ,rock hard.Holding it between her fingers she moved the skin in
the way Emily had taught her,rubbing in rhythm with her probing tongue.This
was no longer about the task,that the two of them should be plugged until
Emily returned.  Sarah felt herself growing wetter, listening to
Sam,knowing she was causing his moans.  Not wanting to stop she scrambled
on the floor for the plug,almost overbalancing as she did so.Picking it up
she stopped licking and pushed it into Sam.It went in far more easily than
she had expected, but then sam wore it often, Emily especially liked to get
him to wear it before dinner,and spend the meal with their parents knowing
her little brothers' arse was being stretched.

   Then Sarah took a deep breath,pulled down her knickers and lay on her
tummy.  It was her turn.

   Claire parked the car,looking at Emily she smiled"Did it go ok" she
asked.Emily nodded,"Can I go for a walk mum, i don't feel like chatting"
Her mum nodded, smiling at her little girl.For a while she had feared the
worst, wondered what had caused Emily to behave so shockingly.But over the
years she had come to accept it was just a terrible incident which no one
would ever properly explain.Sam was a happy,normal boy.Giving up her job
was hard, but time had shown it was the right decision.

   Emily wandered along the beach, to the place she secretly thought of
their spot.  He never promised he would meet her after her sessions, but he
usually did.  She found the outcrop of rock ,the rock where she had been
sitting crying 7 years earlier.Mum had been working then and Nanny Fiona
had been looking after Sam and her.  Sam had been fussing about something
or other, and Emily had gone into the garden to check on her rabbits.There
on the grass bloody and ripped open was snowy.  Fiona had left the run open
and a fox had got in.

   Scooping snowy up, the blood dripping down her checked blue school
pinafore ,she ran into the kitchen, tears streaming down her face. 
"Look,look "she shouted,"You left them out " Fiona glanced across from the
range where she was cooking tea, Sam hanging onto her legs."Get that out of
here!"She ordered"What on earth is it/" Emily didn't answer she was already
running down the garden, onto the beach,clutching snowy to her,barely able
to see through her tears.She sat down on a rock, hating Fiona, Sam, her
parents, everyone and everything.  She didn't know how long she had been
sitting there when the dog came sniffing at her legs.She heard a voice call
it away,and looked up to see Mr Henderson, one of their neighbours.  He
looked down,took in the rabbit dead in her arms, the tears, and sat in the
rock next to her.  "Fox eh?" she nodded.  "Carrying on looking out to sea
he spoke again "You should bury him, then we shall get you cleaned up"

   That was how they had met.  She had dug a hole in the sand, the followed
him up to the house.listening to him talk to Fiona on the phone she had
felt totally comfortable in her knickers and vest.Her dress was in his
washing machine, he had told her it was too dirty to wear.And he had
arranged for her to come and help look after his chickens.  Even suggested
she could care for them when he was working.  Emily smiled ,kicking her
legs on the high stool.  She felt happy, and when he smiled back at
her,wanted.

   She could not give a date to when it became natural to feel his hand
stroking her legs, across her pussy.It was many months before he suggested
she leave her knickers at the door when she visited.  She started leaning
over whenever she could, knowing she would be rewarded with a caress or
flick of her clit.

   She did remember the day she first tasted his cock.  He asked her to get
the chicken feed out of the pantry, leaning over she had made sure her
dress rose up,waiting for his fingers to start exploring her,used bt now to
the sticky wetness between her legs she produced whenever she was at his
house.  Instead he grabbed her hair,pulling her up right,twisting her by
the ponytail till she faced him.She tried to squirm away,whimpering with
the pain.  "You are such a little cock tease, showing your cunt,expecting
men to caress it,its time you learnt what happens to cock teases" As he
spoke he undid his trousers with his other hand,freeing his hard errect
cock from his underpants.Pushing her downwards he commanded "Kneel" On her
knees the cock filled her vision,he loosened his grip slightly,"Open your
mouth"

   She could smell him, his cock ,it pressed against her lips and she
opened her mouth,feeling it fill her.Her tongue flicked against his cock
,her lips closed around it.  He started moving her head backwards and
forwards,building up a rhythm.  She felt the urge to gag,but didnt want to
stop,grabbing his legs she moved in time with him.  As he pushed further
she strugglled for breath,then her mouth was filled.For a moment she
thought he had weed,but this was different,hot,thick ,salty.  "Good girls
swallow it down,"She swallowed and looked up,he was smiling at her.

   She sat on his lap in the lounge,gently he kissed her forehead and held
her.She could still taste the saltiness in her mouth as he told her how
good she was at what she now knew was called a blow job,a natural in fact.

   Returning to the house she was smiling,she enjoyed telling him of her
sessions,but recounting her sucess with Uncle Peter had been even better.He
promised a reward for succeeding so soon with the plan.Now she had to go
back,be the good daughter, after checking on Sarah and Sam.

   That evening dinner was outside.  The pink striped sky proved too great
a lure, "It's like being on holiday "laughed Claire, leaning back in her
chair,her face glowering in the last rays of the sun.Peter could not help
watching her, and Emily, so alike in so many ways.  Emily and Sarah were
trying to teach Sam to do cartwheels on the lawn.  A turn and a flash of
white panties as their dresses fell down.  He turned to Claire, safer
territory he hoped.  But she was in a strange mood, Resting her legs on the
decking rail the sun shone through her dress, revealing the outline of her
legs.  She was sipping her wine and absently playing with her hair.

   James returned from the house where he had been taking a phone call.  He
lent over Claire,kissing her gently on the forehead.  "I'm sorry love,
theres been a bad accident, 2 patients at least may need surgery" Claire
smiled, reassuring him it was ok, then they were alone except for the
laughter of the tumbling children.

   Emily stooped her impromtu gymnastics display,watching her mum intently.
She was sitting next to Uncle Peter now ,and flirting Emily realised.  She
started to panic, if Uncle Peter fucked her mum the plan might not work,
then she had an idea.  Calling for Sam and Sarah she gave them their
instructions.

   The children were in bed, with surprisingly little fuss.  Peter knew
Claire was flirting with him, but the two bottles of wine they had drunk
meant he thought about this less than the fact her nipples were hard and
pressing through the thin cotton of her dress.  Her hand rested on his leg
and he looked her straight in the eyes.  Moments later his mouth was on
hers, her tongue greedilly searching his mouth.  Without speaking he took
her hand and led her upstairs.

   Standing in his room she seemed a little more unsure, a little afraid of
where she was.  He kissed her neck and she moaned gently, then stepped away
from him to pull off her dress.  He felt his erection grow as she stood
before him, naked, her nipples still pink, thickening around the waist but
with the curves of a woman.  He realised her pussy was smooth, and Emily
standing there flashed into his head.  He banished the thought, he wanted
to make love to this woman, to prove he was normal, a normal man.

   Claire lay on the bed, watching him as he took off his clothes.  He
stumbled slightly ,and they both laughed "There is no sexy way for a man to
remove sockss" addmitted peter, then knelt over her, stroking her legs, up
from ankle to thigh, feeling her shiver at his touch.

   "Mummy ,mummy where are you mummy" Sams voice was high, worried,
tearful. Claire jumped up, "He has bad dreams" She frantically pulled on
her dress, it was the wrong way round peter noticed.  "Muuuuuuuummy" Sam
wailed as Claire ran from the room.

   Peter sat on the side of the bed, wondering if he should wait for het to
return.  He knew though she would not, sobered by looking after her child
she would not step through his door again.

   Then the door slowly opened, he looked up, surprise on his face, and
their stood Emily, Opening her dressing gown she stood naked in the very
spot her Mum had.  "Sam's had a bad dream, he's asked Mum to sleep with him
to keep the weeping angels away, she is in his room at the other end of the
house"

   Day 4

   Claire woke first,Sam curled up with his back to her.  She was stiff
from trying to fit into the single bed, her head was throbbing and she knew
that it wasn't just the hangover that made her need a shower.Quietly so as
not to wake her sleeping son she got up.  Turning the heat right up she
stood in the center of the wet room, her body bombarded with water.  The
water ran off her head, over her skin, she knew the day would start soon,
but she wanted to delay things as long as she could.

   Emily snuggled closer to uncle Peter.last night had been far better than
she had imagined.  She had thought she might even had to use tears, demand
to know why her mother was desirabVe but not her, blackmail him into
fucking her.  Desire and drunkness combined in him though, and he had
grabbed her,pushing her onto her back, her legs pushed back, his cock
entering her without a word.  The dryness and tightness of her pussy only
excited him more ,pushing her legs so they touched the bed looking down at
her orgasmic face he thrust hard and fast into her.

   Soon she hadn.t been dry, soaking wet and coming he had turned her
over,speaking for the first time he had told her to kneel,she did so,and he
pushed her neck into the pillow and started.to fuck her again.Struggling
for breath she came,then feeling his thumb in her arse she pushed back
against it.  The butt plugs Sam was being trained with were hers
origionally, He replaced his thumb with his cock,wet from her pussy,and she
had backed onto it,biting into the pillow to stop herself screaming out
when she came.

   to be continued....