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 ï>¿A Series of Firsts by Isabella

   When I was twelve years old, we got a new teacher out of the blue...our
old teacher, Mrs Pickering, had an accident of some kind that would mean
that she wouldn't be returning, so halfway through the term, we turned up
one Monday morning to find the stand in teacher that had been with us for
the two weeks after Mrs Pickering's accident had been replaced by a new
permanent teacher.

   We got away with murder for the two weeks that the 'Supply' teacher was
in charge of our class, teachers from our neighbouring classrooms
complained almost every day.  Our class was typical of a preteen group of
kids from a farming community.  My class of thirty kids had sixteen members
that I was closely related to and as in most classrooms of our kind, the
girls all sat in the front half of the room and the boys in the back half,
the girls were usually goody-two-shoes who never got into trouble and the
boys at the back of the room were always in trouble.

   At nine o'clock, there was still no teacher in our room and the noise
level was approaching ninety decibels when the door burst open and a giant
of a man walked into the room, his normal talking voice was higher than
ninety decibels so when he bellowed out "Stand" his voice cut right through
the noise that all the boys were making at the back of the room.  We were
all so shocked that we all just stood up and stopped talking.

   He moved over to the teacher's desk but he couldn't possibly be a year
seven teacher...they only came in two varieties, the Miss and the Mrs, we'd
never had a Mr as a teacher before, that would come in year eight, when we
all moved from middle school to the upper school where seven out of ten
teachers were men.

   "Good morning class, my name is Mr Bennet, you can call me Mr Bennet or
Sir, any student calling me Miss or Mrs will get a thirty minute detention
over the next lunch break..." He looked around the room, you could see that
he was counting, he had thirty students on his register and there were
thirty of us standing up in front of him so he wouldn't need to call the
register.  "...I do not like the seating arrangements in this class.  I
think we'll try seating in alphabetical order to see if that keeps the
noise level down a little!"

   He opened the register, we saw his finger running down the list of
names, I almost heard Mrs Pickering in my head, "Abbot...Adams...Adam
Clarke...Anna Clarke, Brian Clark..." and so on through the sixteen Clarke
family names, her problem came at Paul Clarke as there were two of them and
their second names were both Ronald so when she got to them, she would call
out "...Paul one...Paul two...Peter Clarke..." that was me, "...Rebecca
Clarke...Ronald one...Ronald two...Ronald three..."

   My grandfather Ronald was the main driving force in the area, he was
very rich, one of the largest land owners in the area and most of our close
family worked for him, so it wasn't unusual to find the first child getting
their father's first name and the second child being named after Grandpa
Ron.

   I saw his face turn into a smile as he read all the similar names in the
list, "David Abbot, move your things to this desk please..." he was
pointing to the desk straight in front of his own desk by the window,
"...Samantha Adams, move all of your things to the desk next to Mr Abbot
please!"

   Samantha didn't have far to move, she just had to cross the aisle, one
desk to the left, but David had further to move, his normal desk was in the
back row, next to mine, we'd been desk buddies for over six years as well
as best friends.  When Mr Bennet called Anna's name out, I'd expected him
to put her in the seat that Samantha was busily emptying her desk but he
didn't, he told my cousin Anna to sit behind David.  The displaced students
were told to gather their things and stand in front of the class until they
were assigned their new desks.  Cousin Brian was directed to sit next to
Anna.

   Mr Bennet then looked out into the room, there was a lot of milling
about as students were moving from their old desks to their new ones...Mr
Bennet took a little break to look at the areas where talking had broken
out and just that one look killed the conversations around the room dead,
"The register shows that there are three Ronald Paul Clarkes in this class,
my predecessor has numbered you one, two and three, which one of you is
Ronald number one?" Ron raised his hand, he was sitting on the back row on
the extreme right hand desk, "And Ronald number two?" Ron number two was on
the opposite side of the room but still on the back row.  "Ronald number
three?" That Ron was one row from the back of the room and three desks from
the right hand wall.  Mr Bennet nodded his head as he scanned the three
Rons, it was almost like he was scanning their faces into his memory bank,
before returning his look to the register.



   "Right, Ronald number one, the left hand seat of the first row of the
third column of desks please, Ronald number two, the desk next to Ronald
number one and Ronald number three in the seat behind Ronald number one and
Michael Dawkins next to Ronald number three.

   Mr Bennet used the few seconds that the Rons and Michael were moving to
their new desks, he spotted that one double desk had now become vacant,
second column from the left hand side of the room on the back row, he ran
his finger down the column of names in the register before he said, "Peter
Clarke, in the left hand desk at the back of this column..." he pointed to
the second column of desks, "...and Rebecca Clarke, the desk next to Peter
please!"

   Once we'd been allocated our new desks and packed our belongings into
them, we were allowed to sit down while our classmates remained standing
until they got their new desk allocation.  The first few desk exchanges had
seemed to take an age but by the time Rebecca had joined me at the back of
the second column, things started to swing into a much higher gear.

   I'd never sat next to Rebecca in a classroom situation before, I had
been sat next to her at family functions a few times when we were younger
though...not that an eight year old boy had much to talk to an eight year
old girl about...what the hell am I thinking...even now that I was twelve
years old, I still didn't have anything to talk to a girl about and I'd
spent a lot of time around girls, I had two older sisters, Dawn was
fourteen and Sarah was sixteen, they were both in the upper school, just
across the playground from the classroom that I was sitting in.  Mind you,
Rebecca looked a lot older than both of my sisters...well, more developed,
my sisters were into dance and playing sports so they looked more like boys
than most boys do, especially Colin Smith, when he gets changed for sports
class, it looked like he had boobs, which was more than my sisters could
say...both Dawn and Sarah happily walked between their bedroom and our
bathroom wearing just knickers and there was almost nothing at all on their
chests.

   Rebecca got her rough note book out and started writing, even though Mr
Bennet hadn't given us a task to perform yet...girls were certainly weird,
no boy that I knew would voluntarily write anything that they didn't have
to...hell, most of us spent most of our time not writing what we'd been
told to write.  Rebecca looked in Mr Bennet's direction to see where he was
looking and once she was happy that he was looking at Ron number one and
Ron number two, she turned her book slightly so that I could easily read
what she had written.  Rebecca certainly didn't understand twelve year old
boys, she expected me to read something voluntarily that wasn't about
football...she was totally crazy.

   I looked to my left, towards the window and away from Rebecca's notepad,
our classroom overlooked the sports field and one of the younger classes
were starting a football match as a part of their physical fitness lesson.
Rebecca jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow and shook her notepad at me, I
looked at what she had written at the bottom of the page...'Have you
started masturbating yet?'

   I felt my face grow instantly hot, boys knew about masturbation but it
wasn't something a girl should know about.  Rebecca looked at my face and
she giggled, she turned her book back in front of herself and wrote another
sentence while I was looking nervously in Mr Bennet's direction to see if
he had spotted my red face.

   The book was turned back in my direction again and I instantly looked
down at it to read what she had written, 'Why did you blush?  We girls all
know that you boys do it to yourselves at the back of the classroom when
the teachers are busy.'

   "Quieten down class...you are all sitting next to new people...you may
know everything about them or, like me, know nothing at all.  From now
until break, find out everything that you can about the person sitting next
to you and take notes please, after break, I'll expect each one of you to
stand up and tell me everything that you've found out about the student
sitting next to you.  Keep everything down to a whisper please during your
interviews, if the volume gets too high, I'll change the assignment to
writing a thousand word essay on the importance of learning algebraic
formula in mathematics."

   Rebecca turned in her seat and looked me in the eye, "You like football
right?"

   I stopped myself saying 'Stupid question!', and nodded my head

   "What position do you prefer to play?"

   "I'd prefer to play in attack but I'm usually the right back!"



   "Did your team win your last game?"

   "We won our last five games!"

   I thought, 'Hey, perhaps sitting next to a girl won't be so bad if
Rebecca likes football!' to myself.

   Rebecca said, "Right, well, I like singing...and drawing, you already
know how many brothers and sisters that I have and where I live, you know
where we went on holiday in the summer and that we had to dash back early
before lockdown closed the airports and the only flight that we could get
back was to a different airport and grandpa Ron had to drive four hundred
miles to pick us up and take us back to Luton airport so that my dad could
get his car back!"

   I panicked a little, "I have no idea where you went on holiday last
summer!"

   She gave me an exasperated look, "We went to Grandma's villa..." she
could see the pained expression on my face, I had no idea where my own
grandmother's villa was, "...Skopelos...you must have been there on holiday
at least once?"

   I shook my head, "My mother won't even go to the Isles of White...never
mind all the way to Greece...she won't even go out in the sunshine at home
in the summer and dad would never take us away on holiday on our own."

   Rebecca made me write the Greek island's name down in my rough work book
and she made me add that some of the film 'Mamma Mia' was filmed on the
same island and that her family had to escape the island before all of the
English airports were closed to flights from Greece.

   "Good, now we can just get to know the important things about each
other!"

   "What are the 'Important' things?"

   Rebecca smiled at me, "Things like...how often a day do you masturbate?"

   I felt my face heat up again, "How come you know about
masturbation...you're just a girl!" I missed out the 'Stupid' part in front
of the 'Girl' if I'd been talking to David Abbot or any of the other boys
in my class, girl was always prefixed by the word, 'Stupid'.

   Rebecca chuckled, "You're cute when you blush...did you know that?"

   I shook my head.

   "Girls masturbate...just like boys...well, not just like boys, we don't
have a handle to hold on to while we're doing it and we don't do it as
often as boys do it but quality is much better than quantity."

   Well, that answer surprised me, I had no idea that girls masturbated,
they didn't have anything down there to masturbate, "I'm sure that Dawn and
Sarah don't masturbate!"

   Rebecca's chuckle turned into a laugh now and she was shaking her
head...

   A powerful voice burst out from the front of the room, "Rebecca
Clarke...are you having issues with your partner?"

   "Sorry Sir, I can't believe how much of my Cousin Peter's life revolves
around football Sir, it just made me laugh!"

   Rebecca waited until Mr Bennet's attention was off of her again before
she came back to our conversation, "Your Sarah taught my brother Paul how
to masturbate himself and her when they were in year ten together and Dawn
taught my brother Thomas the same lessons the following year when they were
in year nine, Dawn still sits next to Thomas most of the time when they are
at school even now but Sarah's too popular, she moves around, every lesson
to sit next to a different boy so my brother gets to sit next to her about
once a week these days."

   Rebecca looked all around and then she whispered, "Open your
trousers...let me see what your cock looks like."



   I looked past Rebecca, Mary Pringle had just been assigned the desk
across the aisle from Rebecca, she wasn't looking in our direction but she
was right there, I looked to my left, Emma-Jane Clarke...a distant
cousin...was in the seat across the aisle from me, okay, she had her back
to me, she was looking at her desk mate Eve Clarke, Eve was another distant
cousin to me but she was more closely related to Emma-Jane.  So Emma had
her back to me but Eve was facing me, even if she was focusing on Emma as
they talked about their weekend and the party that they had both been to.

   Rebecca nudged me, "Come on, we all know that you boys masturbate at the
back of the class...let me see your cock!"

   I spoke through gritted teeth as if someone might read my lips as I
said, "We don't get it out in the open...we do it under cover!"

   "How...show me how you do it."

   I looked all around again and then I slid my bottom forward in my seat
and pushed my hand down the front of my trousers and rubbed my erection a
few times before pulling my hand back out.

   "But what do you do about your spunk?"

   I got that confused look on my face again.

   "Are you still dry when you cum?"

   Well, that confused me a little, what the hell did she mean by 'Dry when
I cum?', I'd masturbated a zillion times before, I got my pleasure and then
went back to working on my assignments with no problem...the thing is,
masturbation wasn't something that you talked to anyone older than you,
just your group of mates, all the same age and all at the same point in
their development.

   Rebecca looked down at her notebook to disguise the fact that she was
laughing again, she was still laughing as she said, "I'll take it that you
are still dry when you cum then, my brothers were both dry when they first
started but your sisters soon brought their spunk out of them...show me
your cock!"

   Rebecca was being so insistent on seeing my cock that I knew that she
wouldn't give up until I actually took little Peter out of his house so I
pulled my zipper down and as discretely as I could, I took my cock out of
my trousers to show her it.

   "Now show me how you wank yourself."

   I gripped my pecker between my thumb and index finger and rubbed myself
for twenty seconds, my hand a blur as my fingers flashed up and down my
cock at a million miles an hour, I reached my pleasure and pushed my cock
back into my trousers again.

   "Was that it?"

   "What do you mean...was that it?"

   "You didn't even climax!"

   "I did!"

   "You didn't even start to breathe heavily...no wonder you're still dry
when you climax."

   Fortunately the bell sounded to announce mid morning break and end my
torture at Rebecca's hand.

   I made a bee-line for David Abbot as soon as we reached the playground,
"How did you get on with Samantha mate?"

   "It's all right for you, you're still on the back row...because I'm
right under Bennet's nose, I actually had to talk to that stupid girl,
fortunately she spent most of her time looking at Mr Bennet and trying to
ignore me totally...if we go on like this, it is going to be a very long
term...and to make things worse, she doesn't even like football!"



   All the boys from my class in the playground were complaining about
being moved away from their best friends and those that had been forced to
sit next to girls were moaning the most of all.  I was actually the only
one that wasn't complaining that I'd been sat next to my Cousin Rebecca,
even though I'd found it very embarrassing at first but I soon calmed down
when I realised that no one was paying any attention to me...well, apart
from my Cousin Rebecca and she was paying very close attention to me.

   I was very distracted as I played my usual fifteen minute game of
football, for the first time ever, I wasn't watching the ball like a hawk,
I was looking around the playground at the clusters of girls doing stupid
girl activities, I realised that for the first time in my life, I was
looking at all the girl's bodies, not just aimlessly looking either, I was
comparing every one of them to my Cousin Rebecca...things like Eve was
prettier than Rebecca and Mary's hair was nicer but none of the girls in my
class came anywhere close to the size or shape of Rebecca's breasts.

   After ten minutes, I suddenly lost sight of Rebecca, she wasn't with any
of the groups of girls around the playground and while I was looking around
the girls, one of the three Rons sold me a dummy, sending me to my left as
he jinked to my right and managed to score a goal.  My team mates were
still bollocking me when the whistle went to end playtime.

   As we walked into the class room, Mr Bennet was waiting for us with a
plastic box with thirty folded raffle tickets and as we walked in we were
each told to take one as we passed, I got fifteen, Rebecca got ten, thirty
seconds later she came back to me and she took my ticket and handed me
ticket number one, she darted across the room and she gave my ticket to one
of her friends.  While she was gone, I looked at the blackboard...well, I
say black, it was actually a white board these days...anyway, written
across the top of the board was, 'Ticket number one to start introducing
their desk partner to me and the rest of the class!  Follow on in ticket
number order.'

   I thought, 'Stupid bloody girl, she's swapped my safe place in the
middle of the order and made me first...if the girl knew anything about
real life, she'd know that things like this seldom get past the first half
of the class before the lesson ended and we'd move on to another subject by
the next lesson, in our case, the next lesson was maths and all this
introducing crap would be forgotten.'

   As soon as Rebecca was back at her seat the voice from the front of the
classroom called out, "Right, will the student holding ticket number one
please stand up and introduce the student sitting next to them!"

   I was very reluctant to stand up and as I struggled to my feet, Rebecca
wrote, 'Say, "I'd like to introduce my Cousin Rebecca Clark!" and then tell
them everything you know about me!'

   So, for the first time in my seven year long school career, I was the
first one to be called to my feet to present my work, and it was all that
stupid girl's fault...I could count on the hands of one finger the number
of times I'd spoken in front of the whole class before.

   I started my talk in the way that Rebecca had told me to, I detailed
that she had four brothers and that her father, Paul, looked after the
dairy herd.  I even remembered to mention her holiday on the Mamma Mia
island and how they almost got quarantined on the island when lockdowns
started to cascade around the world before sitting down, it seemed to me
like I'd been talking for an hour, I was starving and looking forward to my
lunch but when I looked at the clock as I sat down, I'd only been talking
for three minutes.  As my bottom hit my seat, Mr Bennet clapped his hands,
"Well done...erm..." he looked at the register, "...Peter, I'll give you an
'A-minus', but all in all, a very good effort."

   Wow, I'd never got an 'A' anything before, my best ever score in English
was a 'C-plus' when I wrote an essay about my trip to the FA cup final last
year, we'd been told to write a thousand word essay about what I did at the
weekend, I'd written closer to two thousand words I was so excited about
reliving that football match.

   Rebecca stood up and introduced me, she spent almost five minutes
talking about me and my family, talking about my mother's fear of flying or
boats and the fact that I'd never left England before, she knew loads of
stuff about my dad as well as both of my sisters.  Again, she got a round
of applauds from Mr Bennet but she got an 'A' for her introduction.  Things
started to go downhill after Rebecca's turn, some of the kids that weren't
related like me and Rebecca really struggled to make it past a minute long
speech.



   When Ron number Two's turn came around and Mr Bennet was looking in
Ron's direction, Ron number two started out explaining why Ron number one
was called Ron number one, "When we started in year one and Mrs Pickering
found out that she had three Ronald Paul Clarkes in her class and two Paul
Clarks, she gave us numbers, Ronald number one is a month older than me and
our other cousin Ron number three is a week younger..."

   I zoned out of on number two's talk because Rebecca had written, 'Open
your trousers!'

   I gave a quick look around the room, all eyes were on Ron number two as
he struggled to find something interesting to say about his older cousin,
they had been talking about Sunday's football match during the first
lesson, instead of giving each other any useful bits of information.

   I pulled my zip down and fished my cock out of my underpants.  Rebecca
wrote, 'Not like that, open them properly and pull the front of your
underpants down!'

   I did as Rebecca told me to and she dipped her hand into her blazer
pocket and took out a small tin of petroleum jelly that she applied to her
lips from time to time, she scooped a little of the jelly out of the tin
with her right index finger and deposited it on the palm of her left hand.
She gripped my cock the way I had done earlier while she watched me wanking
but she didn't rub me up and down like I did, she just peeled my foreskin
down, exposing my mushroom.  Then she slipped her hand further down my
dick, keeping my mushroom uncovered until her petroleum jelly covered palm
hit my cock, smearing all that jelly over my cock's head and then she
started to roll the palm of her hand around on top of my dick, massaging
the jelly into it.

   I'd never wanked myself like that before, I started touching my cock for
pleasure a year ago and I'd only ever used my index finger and thumb before
and what Rebecca was doing to me was certainly an eye opener for me.  I'd
reached the point that I always stopped in the past in just seconds but
Rebecca didn't stop, she realised that I'd reached my previous stopping
point and she looked over at me...the new student introducing his partner
was in the desk by the door into the classroom, so everyone in the room
were looking even further away from me and Rebecca now...Rebecca looked
over at me and then she flipped the left hand side of her skirt up to her
waist, she snapped the fingers of her right hand and I looked down...I'd
expected to see either white or navy blue knickers but what I actually saw
was a bare pussy mound.

   Rebecca beckoned with her index finger, I was a little confused, I
couldn't move any closer to her but then she whispered "Hand!"

   I moved my right hand over to her lap, she took it and placed it over
her pussy, she actually did everything, she chose my middle finger and
pushed it deep down between her legs and placed the pad of my finger where
she wanted me to touch her and then she moved my finger from side to side
over a little lump that was right in the middle of her fanny hole.  I got
the message and while she was giving me pleasure through my cock, I started
to do the same to her only her reaction was far different to mine, she
started breathing heavily almost from the start and every so often she
pulled my hand away from her body until she got her breath back and then
she put my hand back between her legs and I searched out and found that
little spot that she liked to be rubbed.

   The lesson was eighty minutes long and for at least sixty of those
minutes, I was receiving my pleasure from her.

   Just as the big hand and the little hand came together at the twelve in
the classroom clock, she changed to rubbing me the way that I did to
myself, just a few quick flicks up and down and I almost passed
out...fortunately, just as I gasped out loud from the pleasure overload,
the sports teacher outside our classroom window blew his whistle several
times, very loudly, to chivvy the last few stragglers to leave the sports
field and get into the changing room so my gasp was covered.  I was looking
at Rebecca as she took her hand away from my cock, she wiped her hand on a
tissue, just as we were told to put our books away.  I realised that she
wasn't just wiping the jelly from her palm but also cream from the web
between her index finger and thumb as well as from the back of her hand.

   At one minute to twelve, kids around the room started to stand up and I
had to move quickly to hid my slowly softening erection from view...I had
to move so quickly that I didn't have time to pull my underpants up and as
I zipped my trousers closed, I had to move my cock to one side to prevent
trappage and where my cockhead was now sitting inside my trousers, I saw a
wet spot growing...proof, if proof were needed, that the stuff that Rebecca
had just wiped off the back of her hand was produced by my cock and not
just petroleum jelly that had been displaced when Rebecca went from
massaging my cock to properly wanking me off.



   As soon as the bell started ringing, Rebecca was off, her friend was
waiting for her at the door, they hadn't sat together every day for seven
years, girls were far more fickle than boys, they had a best friend for a
few weeks and then they would fall out and never speak to each other ever
again, not like my friendship with David Abbot, we'd sat together for seven
years, we played football at break times and walked home together after
school.

   David was waiting for me in the passage outside the classroom and as
soon as I stepped out he said, "I'm going to bloody well kill her...I told
her loads of stuff about me but she didn't tell me anything about her, she
got a 'B' and I ended up with a 'D', it just isn't bloody fair!"

   I was still in a mellow glow from having thirty minutes of pleasure and
my first ever wet climax, I said, "You should have just made a bunch of
crap up about her, Bennet wouldn't have known!"

   "Fucking hell, why weren't you sitting next to me Pete?"

   "Because you're an Abbot and I'm a Clark and Mr Bennet has an
alphabetical fetish."

   Our school didn't actually have a dining room, they didn't have a
kitchen either but the school hall was open for students to sit in to eat
their sandwiches, or we could sit out on the grass around the sports field
if it was nice out.  We went to the hall and sat next to each other, David
was talking at me...rather than talking with me because I was lost in my
brand new hobby, I'd turned into a 'Girl Collector', a little like a car
number plate or train number plate collector.  I was scoping all the girls
out, I'd seen her bare pussy and touched her, I didn't put my finger in her
hole, I just rubbed that little spot that felt like gristle under my finger
but seemed to make her happy when I rubbed it but I'd never seen a girl's
titties, even though I'd seen both of my older sisters topless and even
though Sarah was four years older than me, they didn't actually have tits
yet because they trained for six or seven hours a day and played sports as
well as danced so there wasn't enough body fat to be used to 'Shape' their
bodies.  There were about a hundred girls in the hall at that moment and I
was imagining what every one of their breasts looked like without their bra
and school shirts on.

   At twelve-fifteen we left the hall and went out to play football as
usual.  I spotted Rebecca with a group of her friends including Samantha
Adams, it looked like Rebecca was leading the discussion, I could only
imagine what they were talking about but Rebecca was holding her left index
finger up in front of her and she was rolling her right palm over the tip
of her left index finger...the way that she had done to my cock earlier,
Samantha looked over at me, then she looked over at David who was doing
what I should have been doing, chasing after Gilbert Ross from year six,
arguably the schools best football player, who had just dummied our centre
field and left them in the dust, David and I had both been told that if
Gilbert ever got into our half of the pitch, it would take the both of us
to stop him, even if that left the other wing exposed...well, I still had
tits on my mind and was wondering what Rebecca was telling her friends,
Samantha was shaking her head but Rebecca was nodding hers.

   I heard the loud thump, I assumed that it was David taking the ball off
of Gilbert but then the ball came into view, Gilbert had broken his usual
pattern of attack and he had crossed the ball onto my wing instead of
trying for the goal on his own...and suddenly Robert Denton was coming at
me at full pelt and the ball was now mid way between the two of us.  I
dropped my 'Imaginary titty collectors note book' and jumped in, a hard
fought ball...I won the ball but came off worse in the tackle, our midfield
player won the ball and progressed down the field, leaving me on my arse in
the dirt...my mother would kill me when I got home, my school trousers
would need to be washed and it was only Monday, worse, she had washed them
on Friday evening but couldn't dry them until Sunday because it rained on
Saturday, so she was ironing them just five hours earlier before I left
home for school this morning.

   I was looking at Rebecca as I sat there on the grass, Rebecca had
watched my heroic tackle with no thought for my own safety and she was now
moving away from her friends and gesturing with her head for me to go over
to her but she wasn't just standing there, she was shuffling towards the
path leading to 'Smoker's Corner'...so I decided on another first for me, I
pretended to have taken an injury when I tackled Robert.  Then I decided on
yet another first...in the past, whenever I'd taken a genuine injury, I
would have hung around to watch the game finish but today, as I limped off,
I followed Rebecca instead of standing on the touch-line.

   I faked a limp as I walked off and one of my classmates took my place in
defence but he wasn't as good a player as me.

   Smoker's corner was unoccupied, the boys that used the hidden spot, to
smoke illicit fags, usually turned up fifteen minutes before the start of
lessons to get their nicotine fix before the long boring afternoons
lessons. Rebecca leaned her back against the inner wall of the bike sheds.



   "Right, I gave you a nice orgasm earlier, now I want one off of you!"

   "What?  I gave you loads of orgasms in class while you were wanking me!"

   Rebecca laughed at me again, she did a lot of that..."You never got me
close to my orgasm, I had to keep stopping you before I made too much
noise!"

   Rebecca reached out and took my hands to look at them, "I suppose your
hands look clean enough..." she leaned back against the wall and lifted the
front of her skirt as high as it would go, exposing her bare pussy to me
again and parted her legs wide, "...Right, do what you were doing in class
but put your finger right up inside of me as you're doing it and while
you're doing it, keep a look out down the path!"

   I started doing it but needed guidance as to how to get my finger inside
of her and still flick her clitoris as well.  She started gasping and
making a noise, a whole lot of noise, I said, "Show me your tits!"

   Rebecca almost ripped the front of her blouse open and pulled the front
of her bra up, flashing both of her magnificent breasts at me, then her
noise turned into a howling and her knees seemed to go weak, she slid down
the wall a little taking her pussy away from my fingers.  I was just about
to bend down to get my finger back in her pussy when I spotted movement in
my peripheral vision.

   "Someone's coming!"

   Rebecca was covered up before the smokers reached us.

   She looked at me and said, "You should go back to your friends!"

   As I walked away, crossing over the boys heading for their fag, I heard
one of them say, "Hi Rebecca, same price as usual?"

   I looked back and saw the boy handing Rebecca a cigarette and she opened
his trousers and took his cock out and started to rub him in front of four
of his friends...

   After lunch, we had music, that was one of the few 'Out of class'
lessons, the music room was a mobile classroom away from the main school
building so Mr Bennet's seating rules didn't apply and we all went back to
sitting with our friends as we discussed the concept of 'Toccata and
Fugue', David was sitting next to me and he was talking to me but I was
distracted, looking around the music room at the girls and actually missing
sitting next to Rebecca.  Dave was raving about my tackle on Robert Denton,
"Okay, you came off worst in the tackle but you got the ball off of him and
to one of our own players so that we could score a goal...oh, how is your
leg now mate?"

   "What?"

   "I said, how's your leg now mate?"

   "Oh that, I'm fine now...I just walked it off, what was the score in the
end?"

   They thrashed us five-two, Ron three isn't any good in defence and as
soon as their team realised how bad he was, they put every ball up his wing
and I couldn't cross over to help him or they would have just passed the
ball to Gilbert and they would have scored more than five goals!"

   Today's music lesson was a little boring, we didn't get to play
instruments, we didn't get to sing, we didn't even get to listen to music,
it was eighty minute long musical theory lesson so I had a long time to
look around at the girls in my class.  After music, it was forty minutes of
Maths back in our own classroom with Mr Bennet so we were back to our newly
imposed seating arrangements.



   I walked into our usual classroom, there were pre-printed sheets on all
the desks full of maths problems.  As soon as we were all seated, Mr Bennet
announced that this lesson was a maths test, one hundred questions in
total, far too many to answer in the forty minutes we had but that was all
part of the test, to see how many questions we could answer in the time as
well as how many we could get right.

   We all started off like sprinters after the starting pistol, writing at
twenty miles an hour and all the time, Mr Bennet was circulating around the
room looking at how we were doing so there couldn't be any monkey business
during the maths lesson and as I struggled to get the right answers on the
sheet, I was regretting sitting next to David, rather than sitting next to
Rebecca in music class.  I reached question number sixty by the time that
we were told to put our pens down...we were all reminded to write our names
on the top of the answer sheet before we brought them down to the teacher's
desk at the front of the room.

   I walked home with David, well, half way home at least, David lived
closer to school than I did so I had almost a mile to walk on my own with
my thoughts, 'Pity I don't live in a big city, there would be loads of
girls and women to look at, especially on such a warm day!', but I didn't,
I lived in a very small town and at three o'clock in the afternoon, there
weren't many people about, even kids from my school, most of them were
bussed into school and bussed back home again so from David's house to my
own, I didn't see another living soul.

   When I got home I walked into the kitchen from the back garden, my
mother was at the kitchen sink and because I'd been starved of girls to
look at during the thirty minute walk from school, I realised that it was
like looking at my mother for the first time.  All my life I'd never really
looked at her, she was just the woman in the background that cooked for me,
cleaned up after me, washed my clothes and ironed them, I'd seen her a
million times but I'd never looked at her...not really looked at her...she
was a little taller than me, she was dressed as she usually was, tight blue
jeans and a white t-shirt, her ginger hair was in a bun as usual...I'd seen
all of that before but today, I noticed that she had very large breasts and
a round bottom as well as a pretty face even though she never wore make up.

   Now it was her turn to look at me, she looked over in my direction,
smiled at me and then did a classic 'Double take' and her smile
disappeared, "What the hell have you spilled down your trousers?"

   I looked down, what had been a wet circle and a wet line that morning,
had transmogrified somehow into something like chalk marks...I shrugged my
shoulders as if I had no idea what the stain was.

   "Peter, I only just washed those trousers and you tore the knees out of
your spare trousers a fortnight ago so now I'll have to wash, dry and iron
those trousers before school in the morning...take them off right now!"

   The second my mother told me to take my trousers off I got a boner,
fortunately, my school shirt had the old fashioned tails at the front and
back so my cock would still be covered after my trousers were off.

   My mother snatched my trousers off of me, over the last few months, I'd
noticed that my mother was getting very crabby and over reacted to
everything, just like the fuss she was making now over a white stain on the
front of my trousers and the brown stain on the back.  I saw my mother open
the front of my trousers and her fingertips rubbed over the back of the
circular stain, she obviously felt something on the inside of the circular
stain than the line, so she felt the outside and nodded her head as if
she'd found what she was looking for.

   "Go to your room and get changed Peter..." she caught a hold of me and
looked at the back of my shirt collar and cuffs, "...your shirt is dirty,
bring that down as well!"

   I thought, 'Phew, thank goodness she didn't make me take my shirt and
trousers off here in the kitchen or she would have seen what was standing
up in my underpants.

   I headed through to the living room to the stairs up to the bedrooms and
as I walked past the hall stand, the house phone rang so I picked it up, it
was a pre recorded message for my mother telling her that her prescription
was ready to collect.  I went back to the doorway from the living room and
into the kitchen, "Mum, it was the pharmacy in the precinct saying that
your prescription was ready to collect."

   "Damned it, I walked all the way over there earlier but they were
waiting a delivery...do me a favour darling, once you're dressed, can you
take my bike and cycle to the precinct and pick it up for me...take your
back pack with you, it's less dangerous than carrying it in its bag on the
bike."



   I thought, 'Wow, she's totally changed in just thirty seconds', she was
still holding my trousers in her hand and she'd been really angry with me
earlier for messing my trousers up so soon after she'd washed and ironed
them as well as just two weeks after I'd ripped both knees out of my only
spare pair of school trousers...now that was a really angry occasion, my
mother even swore at me, the first time I'd heard her swear and ever since
then, words like damned and bloody as well as hell, were popping out all of
the time.

   I nodded my head, the pharmacy was right across the main road from
school and I'd just walked the two miles from there to home and now I was
going to cycle four miles there and back just to pick up my mother's
medicine...still, I suppose she was going to have to wash, dry and iron my
trousers and all in just a few hours, so, me cycling a four mile trip for
her was small payment.

   When I got home, I walked into the kitchen and was about to close the
back door but my mother told me to keep it open, "I's too hot in here
darling!"

   That was strange, the kitchen had been built on the north side of the
house so it was in permanent shade and so was always the coolest room in
the house.

   I handed her the bag that the chemist had given me, she tore it open and
took out a large box, inside the box was what looked like those nicotine
patches that smokers used to try and help them to quit smoking.  She pulled
her t-shirt out of her jeans, lifted the back and stuck one of the patches
on to the small of her back and pulled off the old one that was already
sitting there.

   I took my back pack to my bedroom and as soon as I walked in to my room
I spotted something out of place, the junk on my bedside table had been
moved about and at the side of my pillow was a brand new box of man-sized
tissues and under the table was the litter bin that usually stood in the
living room.

   I took my homework down to the kitchen so that I could use the kitchen
table to spread my books out.  Mum was starting to cook dinner and I must
have looked at her tits...well, rather at the mountains that her tits made
through her t-shirt and bra...a thousand times in just five minutes.  Her
t-shirt was so tight that I could just make out the faint lines that made
up the construction of her bra through her t-shirt, it must have been a
miracle of engineering because even though she had some of the biggest
breasts of any woman in our area, and they never seemed to wobble at all.

   Suddenly there was a change, two little lumps started to grow out of her
t-shirt, her nipples were starting to expand and push their way through her
industrial strength bra, the first time I'd ever seen that...well, not the
first time exactly, I'd seen the little lumps a few times before, usually
when my grandfather Ron needed her to go with him to an official dinner and
she had to get dressed up, high heels rather than flat trainers on her
feet, short dress rather than jeans and her breasts did bounce more when
she dressed up to go out to dinner with my grandfather.

   I'd stopped doing my home work now, my mother had moved to the corner of
the kitchen cupboards as she peeled the potatoes and she was rocking back
and forwards with her abdomen pressing against it.  I saw her shudder and
then she turned her back on the cupboard, she was now facing me.

   My eyes were dragged down from her breasts to her crotch, it wasn't a
movement down there that had taken my attention, it was that the darkening
of the material of her blue jeans was now turning much darker and there
were fingers of darkness appearing down her inner thighs.  I also noticed
for the first time that her pussy seemed to look like saddlebags hanging
down on either side of the seam in her jeans that ran from the bottom of
her zipper to the waistband at the back of them.

   Sarah and Dawn chose that moment to arrive home from school, an hour
after I got home, even though the upper school finished fifteen minutes
earlier than my school.  Sarah walked straight up to the brand new box of
medicinal patches on the counter top and picked it up to examine it,
"What's 'Elleste Duet Conti' mum?"

   "It's my new HRT patch darling, the first lot my doctor put me on were
useless, so these are a lot more powerful!"

   Sarah nodded her head and just said, "Oh, I hope these patches work then
this time!"

   Mum turned her back to me and returned to peeling the potatoes
again...she had moved away from the corner of the kitchen cabinets and her
abdomen away as well.  I looked from my mother to my sisters, they hadn't
done any physical training or exercise since our lockdown started so I
wanted to see if they'd had any signs of development in the past six
months.



   Even though it was a warm day out, both of my sisters had gone to school
wearing baggy jumpers instead of their usual blazer, jumpers that were so
baggy that I couldn't see what they had hidden under them.

   Dawn followed Sarah up stairs to their bedrooms.

   The washing machine beeped to tell my mum that her coloured wash had
just finished, my trousers and a few of our families other dark clothes as
well, mum dried her hands and as she went into the utility room she said,
"Peter, would you pop up and tell the girls that I need all of their whites
and lights so I can wash them now that the coloureds have finished please?"

   Usually when given a job like that, I'd just go to the bottom of the
stairs and shout up to my sisters but today, knowing that both of my
sisters had just gone up to get changed into their casual clothes, so if I
was quick, I might catch them before they've finished getting changed.

   I knocked on Sarah's door first and before she could tell me to come in
or go away, her door clicked and swung open, she obviously hadn't latched
it closed properly, she was standing looking in her drawers to see what she
was going to get changed into, all she was wearing were her knickers but
her back was to me so I couldn't see anything much but what I could see was
that she had actually started to grow her breasts because of the build up
of fat from eating the same amount and types of food that she usually did
but not burning off a thousand calories a day in her dance and sports
training exercises.

   "I'm sorry, the door just opened...mum sent me up to tell you she needs
all of your whites that need washing!"

   Sarah didn't hesitate, she turned to face me, her tits were nothing like
as big as Rebecca's, they were probably smaller than most of the girls in
my class but her nipples looked massive, she also had bite marks around her
neck as well as on the sides of her breasts.  "Will you take my washing
down for me darling brother?"

   I'd stopped breathing, my cock was pushing my joggers away from my body
and Sarah grinned at me when she saw that I'd grown an erection from
looking at her wearing just her knickers and that there was a little wet
patch growing over the spot above the little eye at the head of my cock.

   I couldn't make my mouth work so I just nodded my head.

   She handed me her school shirt, her white bra and some white socks, then
she said, "Oh, just a minute, you may as well take these too!" She bent at
the waist and pulled her knickers down, stepped out of them and handed me
them, they were still warm and the crotch of her knickers was soaking wet.
Sarah's pussy looked exactly like Rebecca's pussy had looked earlier after
I'd fingered her, her swollen pussy lips were a dark pink the same as
Rebecca's were and Sarah's pussy was just as hairless as Rebecca's was as
well.

   I walked down the passageway to Dawn's bedroom and knocked on her door,
she must have been just the other side of the door because she yanked it
open almost as soon as I'd knocked on it.

   She was dressed exactly the same as Sarah had been, just her knickers,
her breasts were actually a little bigger than Sarah's, more shape and she
also had more love-bites around her neck but her nipples were smaller.  I
was going to tell her that mum wanted her dirty clothes but she must have
heard me telling Sarah because she already had her dirty clothes in her
hands.

   Sarah stepped out into the passageway and called over to Dawn, "You may
as well give your clothes to Peter, give him your knickers as well, you
won't need them again tonight!"

   Dawn pushed her knickers down, they fell to the floor and she stepped
out of them.  I couldn't see Dawn's pussy lips because she was wearing a
fur coat, that surprised me, Dawn was two years younger than Sarah but Dawn
had a full beard covering her pussy while Sarah was bare down there.

   I took my sister's dirty clothes down to the utility room, the kitchen
was empty as was the utility room, my mother was in the shower room at the
back of the utility room, when she stepped out of the small bathroom, she
was wearing one of Sarah's fresses, a white mini dress with shoestring
straps, there was no bra strap visible and her tits were definitely riding
slightly lower than they had been before she got changed, her breasts
looked more like they did on the nights that she got dressed up to go out
to a formal dinner with my grandfather.  I'd never seen her wearing that
dress before, I'd only seen that much of her bare shoulders, neck and upper
chest a few times in my life and it was very short on my mother too, her
legs have seldom seen the daylight before.



   I sat at the dinner table watching my mother as she walked around the
kitchen getting things ready for dinner, every step caused an interesting
wobble, either from her bum or from her tits, the movement of her bum was
far less than the movement of her breast though.

   I got the job of calling my sisters down for dinner...again, that would
have been done from the bottom of the stairs but just like earlier, I went
all the way up to their bedrooms, neither of my sisters had closed their
bedroom doors since my earlier visit and they were both still naked in
their rooms.  I tapped on Sarah's door, "Dinner's ready!"

   Sarah pulled a summer dress over her head, no bra, no knickers, not even
any socks, just her dress and sandals.  Sarah walked out of her room as I
moved on to Dawn's room, I tapped on her door and told her that dinner was
ready, just like Sarah, all Dawn put on was a dress with nothing under it
but Dawn opted for trainers on her feet rather than sandals.

   I followed my sisters down to the kitchen, as Sarah sat down, mother
placed her plate in front of her.  Sarah said, "Aren't we waiting for dad?"

   Mum put Dawn's plate in front of her and said, "No, your father had to
drive Grandma June down to Dorset, Mrs Kinch phoned grandma, to tell her
that last week's summer storm brought some of chimney down on Quern Stone
Cottage so your father and grandmother have gone down there to see how bad
the damage is and see how much it will cost to repair so they'll be
stopping down there for a few days, they'll live in Quern Stone Cottage if
it's safe or the cottage next door if it isn't."

   Mum had placed my dinner in front of me as she was talking, I was
looking at Sarah, as my mother said that our grandmother would be away for
a few days, I saw Sarah's face light up a little.

   Mum brought her own dinner to the table and sat opposite me, Sarah
watched as mum sat down and then she cleared her throat, "Erm mum, your
dress is too short, I can see your knickers!"

   As soon as I heard that, I looked over the edge of the table...well,
unless my mother was wearing knickers made out of ginger shag pile carpet,
she, like Sarah and Dawn, wasn't wearing any knickers and I could actually
see a ginger kitty sitting in her lap.  Mum saw me looking and jumped to
her feet.

   Mum said, "Sarah darling, can you slacken the straps off at the back of
my dress please, about two inches should be enough!"

   Sarah slackened the straps off and lowered the bottom hem of mum's dress
a little lower, covering her thighs by an extra two inches but also
exposing two inches more of her chest, Sarah said, "It's a good job that
dad isn't here, he'd hate this dress!"

   I saw my mum give me a sly look, "Yes, he would, it's a good thing that
most men aren't like him, isn't it!"

   Sarah giggled and sat back at her place at the end of the table, nodding
her head in agreement with our mother.

   Sarah bolted her food down and asked if she could get down from the
table, mum said that it was okay so Sarah took her plate to the sink and
changed her sandals for trainers and left the house through the back door.
From my seat I could see that Sarah was walking the path to Grandpa Ron's
house, I forced two mouths full of food into my mouth in one go to finish
my dinner off and mumbled, "May I leave the table please!"

   Mum nodded her head.

   I placed my plate on top of Sarah's in the sink and ran for the door out
of the house.

   The footpath did go to other places but the first stop on the path was
the farmhouse that our grandparents lived in.  I ran all the way to the
farmhouse and saw Sarah leaving the side door of the house, she stood in
the yard, Grandpa Ron owned dozens of cars but there were only four that he
drove himself and all four of those cars were parked on the drive, Grandpa
was eighty years old so he didn't actually do any farm work anymore,
leaving that down to other family members on the company's payroll so there
were only a few places that grandpa could be without taking one of his
cars.



   I saw a sudden look of triumph on Sarah's face, she looked in the
direction of the old 'Dutch Barn', when the barn was built, it was just a
series of steel girders holding up a roof, forty feet above the floor of
the barn and all four sides were wide open.  When grandpa stopped working
himself, he didn't need to store hay or straw in that barn anymore, so he
built a fifty feet long swimming pool inside the barn and filled in all
four sides, the longest sides were north and south facing, the north side
was facing the farmhouse, he built a solid wall that was well insulated on
that side with just the main door into the pool half way along its length.
The south side was a wall of bi-fold doors in three sections.  The East
side was also a wall of glass and the west side, the side that faces onto
the road, that was also a solid wall.

   I looked at the access door into the poolroom, the door wasn't closed
properly and grandpa was fastidious about locking that door when the pool
wasn't in use.  Sarah walked in the direction of the access door, I ran
along the west wall and turned the corner to the south wall and stopped in
my tracks, all three sets of bi-fold doors were wide open and grandpa was
swimming lengths of the pool, I instantly realised that grandpa was
swimming in the nude, Sarah walked through the door into the pool, from the
main entrance there were two toilets, one on either side of a short
passageway to a second door and that was the door that Sarah had just
walked through, the short passageway gave a little separation from the
elements so that the poolroom didn't get cold whenever someone entered in
the winter.

   Sarah just stood there and peeled her dress off over her head as grandpa
swam over to the side of the pool closest to Sarah as she slipped her feet
out of her trainers.  Grandpa dragged himself half way out of the pool, it
looked like he was getting out of the water but he didn't, he reached up
and stroked his fingertips over Sarah's pussy, "Did your Uncle Paul shave
you when you went to see him after school?"

   Sarah giggled and she nodded her head.

   "You know that I love to fuck you straight after you've been shaved,
don't you?"

   Sarah sidestepped our grandfather and she slipped into the water,
Grandpa pulled her body into his and she lifted her legs and wrapped them
around his waist.  I couldn't see exactly what was going on but from the
way the water was being churned up and the noises that they were both
making, I guessed that they were actually fucking.

   "I didn't think that I'd see you tonight, not so soon after Paul fucked
you!"

   "As soon as I heard that grandma was out of town, I thought that I'd
come over and save you from having to swim fifty lengths of the pool!"

   Grandpa kissed Sarah and then he laughed at her, "Darling, you know that
a shag is only worth twenty-five laps at the most!"

   "I do grandpa but I've got long enough for us to do it twice before I
have to go home!"

   "If I'd known that you were coming over tonight, I would have called
your Uncle Simon over, he could have kept you happy while my batteries
recharged!"

   "After an hour of Uncle Paul and Cousin Ron taking turns fucking me, I
think I'd be too sore to do it with you for a second time if Uncle Simon
fucked me as well in between."

   "Okay, Simon can find his own pussy, I'm too greedy to miss a turn. 
Have you managed to groom Dawn into letting a boy fuck her yet?"

   "Not yet but I'm wearing her down, little by little, she let Uncle
Paul's bastard finger fuck her while I was busy with Paul and Ron."

   "You mean James Cooper or Alan Whitehead?"

   "I think she let both of them kiss and finger her while she used her
hand to get them both off.  A good thing too, if I'd had to do both of them
as well.  I would have been too sore to visit you!"

   The movements got more vigorous and a little more disjointed and grandpa
bellowed out a swear word and all was still!



   Sarah smothered our grandfather's mouth with kisses as she pulled
herself away from him.  She said, "Hey Grandpa, my mum has been prescribed
a new kind of HRT patch, I think it's about the strongest they do, as my
dad is away for a few days, perhaps you should suggest to Uncle Ron or
Uncle Simon to pop around after ten o'clock tonight, when me, Dawn and
Peter are all in bed...she's bound to be a little out of balance, taking
such powerful hormones!" And then Sarah swam a length of the pool.  Grandpa
just stood in the spot where he had just fucked Sarah getting his breath
back with a thoughtful expression on his face as Sarah swam up and down the
length of the pool.

   I had no idea how long it would take my grandfather to get his breath
back after a twenty minute fuck, when I masturbated in the past, it only
took me a minute or two to reach my happy place and I could go back and do
it again after a rest of about five minutes.  So I soon got bored watching
Sarah swimming up and down the pool and I went back home.

   When I went into the kitchen the dinner dishes were all in the kitchen
sink, waiting for someone to volunteer to unload the clean pots from the
dishwasher and put them all in the right places in the cupboards and then
reload the dirty pots into the machine and kick it into life.  There was a
bowl in amongst the clean dishes and last week, Sarah had put it away in
the wrong place and the next time my mother looked for the dish and
couldn't find it, she really went 'Ape-shit' at Sarah...really lost her
mind when she finally found where Sarah had stashed it.  I found a place
that the dish fitted into a cupboard and put it there, I had no idea where
it really lived and as soon as I'd finished loading the dirty dishes into
the washer and set it running, I went into the living room to tell my
mother that I didn't know the right place for her pasta-bake dish so I just
put it into the first place that it fitted.

   My head dipped down into my shoulders waiting for the atomic explosion
but all I got was a smile and, "That's okay darling, I'll come across it
and put it back in the right place before I need it again...anyway, thanks
for swapping the dished over for me without my having to ask...now, could
you do another little favour for me, check if the washing machine has
finished, and if it has, swap the clothes over to the tumble dryer and then
pop the little tablet that's on top of the dirty whites right at the back
of the washing machine drum, then bump all the whites from the basket into
the machine and start it running again for me please!"

   As I did the laundry swap over I thought to myself, "I'll make someone a
wonderful wife one day!"

   I went back into the living room, I looked at Dawn sitting on one of the
arm chairs reading her book, not her usual romantic fiction, but a book
about Delta Force, the American Special Forces, fighting a clandestine war
against gorillas somewhere in Africa.  I sat on the sofa next to my mum and
she grabbed me and pulled me against her body, I pivoted on my buttocks
across the empty seat between us and she kissed the top of my head as my
cheek hit the side of her breast, my nose almost level with her nipple,
pulling the top of her dress a little tighter and accentuated the size and
shape of her nipple.

   I could have sat there all day with my cheek pressing against my
mother's breast, even though the position was awkward for my back but my
pleasure was cut short by the telephone ringing.  Mum dragged herself off
of the sofa and I sat up straight on my side of the sofa and rubbed my
lower back to get the chinks out of my muscles.

   Mum said our telephone number and said "Hello!"

   There was silence as my mum listened to the person on the other end of
the call, she covered the mouthpiece of the phone, "Dawn, any idea where
Amy is darling?"

   Dawn looked up from her book, "Appleton, Dutton or Jones?"

   "Amy Appleton darling."

   Dawn shook her head, "Amy Appleton was only in class for half an hour
this morning and then she went to see the school nurse and never came
back."

   Mum relayed that message to Amy's mother and put the phone down and
said, "I wonder what was wrong with Amy?"

   Dawn was already back to reading her book again but she mumbled, "She
came into school on her pushbike today for the first time
in...like...forever.  From here, she can be in London in five hours on her
pushbike."

   Mum looked over at me and then back to dawn, "Why would she want to
cycle all the way to London?"



   Dawn placed her finger on the page to mark where she had reached in the
story and she looked up to mum, "You know...a fourteen year old girl being
sick in the morning, especially a girl with as many boyfriends as Amy
Appleton has...could be more than a tummy bug!"

   Mum checked her watch, "So she's been missing for almost twelve hours
now then!" I think she was saying that to herself more than to either me or
Dawn.

   Dawn quickly read to the end of the page she was on and turned the page,
put her bookmark in the new place and closed her book, "I've just got to
pop out for a minute mum!"

   "It's a little late to go out darling!"

   "Just a quick dash mum, that's all, I just want to see if another of
Amy's friends knows anything about what's happened to Amy!"

   "Who, is it someone that her parents don't know about?"

   "Yes."

   "You should have mentioned it, I could have given her mother their
telephone number, she could have contacted them herself."

   "I don't have a telephone number or I could ring them up instead of
going around there!"

   "Okay darling but it's starting to get dark out there so take Peter with
you...just in case...and remember, it's a school night so you have to be
home by nine o'clock at the latest!"

   Dawn wasn't happy taking me with her but she just had to put up with it
or mum wouldn't have let her go out so late in the evening.  We ran to a
house two streets away, Dawn banged on the front door but got no answer so
she ran around the back and found that the back door was unlocked she let
herself in, shouting Amy's name as she ran through the kitchen, with me hot
on her heels.  We checked the ground floor rooms, all were empty.  We then
ran up to the bedrooms and bathroom.  We found Amy Appleton in bed with a
man who looked about as old as our father, they were both out for the
count, nothing that Dawn could do could rouse either Amy or the man that
she was with.

   Dawn quickly looked around the room, at the side of the bed there were
all kinds of packets of drugs and bottles of alcohol, she picked up a blue
box and popped out the blister pack, there were four pods, two were empty
and two had blue rhomboid shaped tablets in them, "This box was only
dispensed today and he's already taken two of them!"

   "They could have had one each!"

   Dawn burst out laughing, "Viagra is a very sexist tablet, it's only for
the boys!" Dawn then popped the box into her pocket, I gave her a confused
look.

   "Finger prints, I've touched the box and if the police check, they'll
know that I was in here today!"

   Dawn used the man's phone to ring the emergency services, she pinched
her nose as she asked for the police and ambulance services and told the
operator what the problem was and the address, she hung up the phone before
they could ask any further questions.  Amy and the man were on their backs
and unconscious so Dawn yanked the duvet back, exposing Amy's and the man's
naked bodies.  He looked older than our father, his dark hair was turning
grey and when Dawn exposed his cock it was standing to attention, it wasn't
much longer than my cock but it was as fat as my arm.  Dawn flicked his
cock and said, "That's what Viagra does to a boy even when he's
unconscious...what a waste!"

   I'd had a hell of a day of firsts, I'd seen more nudity and sex in just
one day than most people would see in their lifetimes I'd guess and now, to
top off my day of firsts, I'd seen my first unconscious man, possibly my
first drugs overdose too.  Dawn made me help her to roll the naked man onto
his left side, almost face down before she told me to hold him in place
while she moved his right leg, bending his right knee to form a triangle,
pressing the soul of his right foot against his left leg, she pulled his
left arm out from under his body and pulled it slightly behind him and then
pushing his chin up to improve his airway.  Dawn did the same to Amy but
she didn't need my help with Amy.



   Amy was blond, blond hair on her head as well as on her pussy, she
looked as bushy down there as my mum and Dawn but her breasts were much
bigger than Dawn's, Amy's only issue was that she wasn't very pretty.

   We waited on the corner of the road for five minutes until the local
policeman drove past us and stopped outside the house that Amy was in.

   Dawn said, "Well, that's Amy deep in the shit...but not as deeply in it
as Dave is now that Constable Pickering has arrived!"

   I nodded my head, even though I didn't fully understand what kind of
shit Dawn's friend or her boyfriend were really in.

   As we walked home Dawn said, "What did you think when you saw Amy and
Dave naked together in bed?"

   I shrugged my shoulders, "I thought that she looked nice but I think
I'll need therapy after seeing that old man in the nude."

   Dawn laughed at me, "Probably be best not to mention anything to
mum...you know, about how we found Dave and Amy in Dave's bedroom!"

   I nodded my head in agreement.

   As we got close to our drive, I spotted Sarah walking down the path from
the farm.  Sarah reached the back door ahead of us and waited for us to
join her outside the back door.

   She stopped us going into the house and said, "Uncle Ron is coming down
in a minute to look after mum, so we have to get ready for bed quickly and
turn our bedroom lights off, that's when Uncle Ron will come in!"

   Dawn shook her head, "Mum will never play, she's far too straight-laced
for that..." As dawn was talking I heard the sound of a powerful diesel
engine from the road outside of our house, I looked around the corner and
saw one of the farm's Land Rovers pulling to a halt opposite our house, the
farm had eight Land Rovers, all used by different members of our family but
as Sarah had just mentioned Uncle Ron was coming over, I guessed that must
be him.  I looked at my sisters in disbelief, if there had been a whisper
of a tune on the wind, both of my sisters would cock an ear and know what
that tune was and they would both know the dance steps that went with that
tune but a three hundred and fifty horsepower Land Rover diesel engine
rattling all the windows for a hundred yards around went right over their
heads.

   I pointed out that Uncle Ron had probably just pulled up across the road
from our house and Dawn giggled, "Do you think Uncle Ron will pop up and
see us after he's done mum?"

   Sarah shook her head, "If Uncle Ron get's in her, he won't be finished
before we go off to school, grandpa, Uncle Ron, Uncle Paul and Uncle Simon
have been trying to get in her knickers since she first started dating our
dad...so when I told grandpa earlier that mum was on a new HRT treatment
regime and within an hour, she had let her hair down and changed into a
mini dress with nothing under it because she was getting too hot, grandpa
knew that he had to strike quickly before she gets used to the new
medication, he would have come over himself to open her up but I wore him
out...he won't be able to do it again until tomorrow morning!"

   Dawn looked disappointed that Ron wouldn't be visiting her in the night
but then Sarah and Dawn gave each other a conspiratorial nod and then they
pushed past me and entered the kitchen.

   Mum was just sitting in front of the TV but she wasn't really watching
it, she just seemed to be sitting there staring blankly into space, her
eyes were wide open but see seemed to be asleep, when Sarah spoke to her
she jumped in shock.  Sarah told mum that she was going straight to bed, I
was expecting Sarah to give mum her usual quick peck on the cheek but she
didn't, she kissed mum on her lips and it was no quick kiss either, it was
the kind of kiss I was more used to seeing my sister lavish on boys...not
her boyfriend...just boys in general, Sarah would snog with any boy willing
to let her get close to him.

   As usual we were in age order kissing mum but not the usual order, I
usually kissed mum first and then Dawn and finally Sarah.



   Dawn's kiss was similar to Sarah's, long and smack on the lips, Sarah
was standing on the stairs waiting for Dawn and me to catch her up.  I went
to kiss mum on her cheek as usual for me but she turned her face towards me
and hooked her arm around my neck.  I was pulled off balance and shot my
hand out to stop myself falling on top of her and as her lips planted
themselves on my lips, my left hand was steadying myself on my mother's
right breast.

   I was definitely embarrassed at the long kiss and the fact that I was
forced to hold myself up with my left hand on her breast and I started to
push myself up, trying to break free of the kiss and then I froze, I
realised that the tip of my mum's tongue was rubbing against my lips,
trying to get into my mouth...I finally broke free and stood up straight,
I'd got yet another erection caused by my mother and it was pointing
straight at her face as she giggled at my embarrassment.

   I joined Sarah and Dawn at the bottom of the stairs and Sarah issued
instructions, we were told to go to our own bedrooms, turn our lights on
and then use the bathroom, "All in the bathroom together so we can get
finished quicker and then turn the lights off as soon as we get back to our
rooms so that Uncle Ron sees our lights going off...the sooner our lights
go off, the sooner mum discovers just how much fun sex can be, hopefully,
she'll lose her straight-laces personality!"

   Another first...well, almost another first, actually using the bathroom
while Sarah and Dawn were in there, apparently Sarah used to take me to the
toilet when I was a toddler and she was about six years old...sometimes
even when I didn't want to go I was told to take my pee first but I
complained that I couldn't, Sarah turned me to face her, she started
saying, "You have to do a pee now because..." she giggled at the sight of
my boner standing out in front of me, "...you can't get up to use the
toilet, mum will only get her fun with Uncle Ron if she thinks we're all
safely asleep, if she hears anything from upstairs, she'll kick Ron out of
the house and probably never use the HRT patches ever again!"

   I washed my hands and face first, then I did my teeth while Dawn washed
and Sarah took her pee, it was like a production line, by the time I had
finished brushing my teeth, Sarah had finished her pee and I stood in front
of the toilet, as the stream started to flow, both of my sisters heads
appeared in my peripheral vision, Sarah on my left and Dawn on my right,
they watched intently as I peed.

   I was the first out of the bathroom and into my own bedroom, as soon as
I walked in I turned my light off and started to undress, ready to put my
pyjamas on for the night.  My door suddenly opened, Sarah was standing
there in the nude, "Want to see if my plan has worked Peter?"

   I shrugged my shoulders, "Oh come off it brother darling, you loved
watching me and grandpa earlier...Uncle Ron's twice as good at fucking as
grandpa...I love watching him work a woman into bed."

   I was as naked as Sarah when she pulled me to the top of the stairs on
the darkened landing.  I saw mum jump to her feet as Ron walked in
unannounced, he'd let himself into the kitchen and because of the TV's
volume, mum hadn't heard him.

   Ron grabbed her around her waist and he pulled her into his body, she
was fighting him off, trying to push him away from her...she had her hands
balled into fists and was beating on his chest when he managed to lock his
lips on hers, the beating with her fists slowed down and then I realised
that her tongue was inside his mouth, this was one of those full on French
type kisses, now it looked like they were dancing in front of the TV to
music that no one else could hear and while my mother's back was towards me
and Sarah, he eased her shoulder straps down over her arms and her dress
fell to the floor, revealing her naked body.

   Sarah leaned in to me, I thought that she was about to kiss my cheek but
instead, she placed her mouth against my ear and whispered, "Do you want to
practice on me what Rebecca taught you to do on her at lunchtime?"

   I was shocked...totally shocked, our schools were both on the same
campus but students from the two schools never mixed.

   I swapped places, my mouth against her ear, "How do you know what
Rebecca got me to do to her at lunchtime?"

   There was another swap, "I was in bed with her dad when she got home
from school, she told us all about what she did to you and what she taught
you to do to her."



   There was a gasp that caused both of us to look down into the living
room again, mum was lounging on the sofa, almost lying on the seat, as if
she had sat down normally and then slid forward until her bottom was
hanging off of the front edge of the seat.  Ron was kneeling on the floor
in front of her, her left leg was stretched out to the right hand side of
Ron's hips and her right leg was over his left shoulder.  She was holding
his head in her hands, it looked like she was trying to push his mouth away
from her pussy, she was having a massively powerful orgasm, her head
thrashing from side to side, and after two minutes of trying to push her
brother-in-law away, she was now pulling his face harder between her thighs
and she was humping up into his face.

   Sarah took my hand and put it between her own legs, I easily found that
little spot that felt like a little lump of gristle just under the surface
of the skin inside her pussy's mouth but what had been a tiny spot on
Rebecca felt at least five times bigger in Sarah's body, I thought that it
might grow bigger as the girl gets older.  Sarah buried her mouth onto my
neck to try and stifle her gasps of pleasure and just at that moment, Ron
lifted his face out from between her legs and he started to knee walk
closer to her, kissing his way up her body as he opened his trousers.  Once
his trousers were open he picked her left leg up and hooked that over his
right shoulder and as his lips covered hers again, he stabbed his hips
forward and mum shrieked out almost in pain, that caused Sarah to pull her
mouth away from my neck and look down into the living room again.

   I was more than a little concerned at what seemed to be a lot of pain
for my mother, I pressed my lips against Sarah's ear again, "Is Uncle Ron
hurting her?"

   It took a few seconds before Sarah could drag her eyes away from our
uncle fucking our mother on the sofa, she placed her mouth against my ear
again, "It might have hurt her a little but only because her and dad
haven't fucked since he made her pregnant with you and Uncle Ron's got the
biggest cock in the family...and I know because I've had sex with all of
them, down to second cousins."

   Ron said, "Come on, let's go up to your bedroom!"

   "We can't use my bedroom, the kids will hear us!"

   "Oh, okay then, perhaps I'd better go home now if you're worried about
waking the kids!"

   Mum jumped in very quickly with, "No...no, don't go home, we can use
John's room, that's too far away from the kids for them to hear us."

   Ron stood up and pulled mum to her feet, he turned to face the stairs
and Sarah jumped to her feet and dragged me to mine, I spotted Ron's cock,
he obviously hadn't had his own orgasm because his cock was still hard and
it was standing out almost a foot long and at least nine inches in
circumference and as he walked, his cock was swinging like some kind of
weird pendulum, swinging from side to side instead left to right as a
pendulum would.

   Sarah dragged me into my bedroom as it was closer to the stairs than
hers was, my bedroom door closed to a crack just as Ron reached the
darkened landing.  I watched through the crack in the door as mum turned to
the right towards our father's suite, he had a big bedroom, an en-suite
Jack and Jill bathroom that had been built to share between what had been
our mother's bedroom and his own, a walk in wardrobe that had been intended
for mum to use and a study for his own use, the bedroom was right at the
far end of the house and the other three rooms were between dad's bedroom
and the stairs.  Mum moved out of her bedroom before I was born and now
that bedroom was one of the two spare bedrooms that we had for family
visitors to use if they were in the area.

   As soon as dad's bedroom door closed I expected Sarah to push past me
and go to her own bedroom but when I looked over my shoulder to say,
"They've closed the door..."

   Sarah was in my bed and holding my duvet up, inviting me to join her in
my bed.  I walked over and was about to get into bed with her, she said,
"You saw what Uncle Ron was dong to mum!"

   "I saw where his head was, where his mouth was but I couldn't actually
see what he was doing with his mouth!"

   Sarah said, "I want you to do that to me and if you do a good job of it,
I'll suck your cock!"

   I walked down the bed and was about to climb on between her knees but
she stopped me, "No, not that way, kneel up here by my head.  Sarah opened
her legs wide, she could actually perform the splits, giving me very easy
access between her legs, the lips of her pussy pulled open just by the
position of her legs.



   She pulled and pushed me, moving me into the perfect position, she
taught me where to lick and how hard, how fast and to alternate between
licking her magic button and pushing my tongue deep into her cunt.  As I
was working between her legs, she was pulling my legs, she lifted my right
knee over her head and placed it to the right hand side of her head so that
my cock was lined up with her mouth.  She sucked me into her mouth and then
a kind of autonomic response took over and I found myself humping my cock
in and out of her mouth so in the end, I more fucked her mouth rather than
her sucking me off.

   I pulled my mouth away from her cunt and gasped, "I'm close!", and I
stopped fucking into her mouth, she reached down with her left hand and
pushed my head back into place over her cunt and her right hand reached up
to my buttocks and pressed down to make me keep fucking her mouth.

   I'd expected her to want me to stop fucking her mouth before I had my
climax but it seemed that I was wrong and now she was back to sucking and
licking around my cockhead as I fucked in and out of her mouth.

   I almost passed out I got so much pleasure out of having my cock sucked
and it felt like I was spurting for an hour, I know that was an
exaggeration but that was only the second time I'd had a wet climax in my
life.

   The bedroom door suddenly opened and Dawn was standing there in my
bedroom wearing her nighty and nothing else, "Oh here you are...it's seven
o'clock, time to get up for school!"

   Now yesterday could have been just a very pleasant erotic dream,
everything that happened could have been in my head but I realised that it
had actually happened because Sarah was still in my bed, we'd slept the
night cuddling together after giving each other such powerful orgasms.

   I dressed and walked to the stairs and all I could hear was "Huh
(clap)...huh (clap)...huh (clap)...huh (slap)..." from our father's
bedroom, Uncle Ron was still fucking mum, knocking the wind out of her body
as he slammed his body down on top of hers and causing the slow hand clap
sound that I could hear.

   When we were on the stairs, Dawn said, "Has Ron been banging her all
night?"

   Sarah nodded her head, "I think so, I checked on them at three o'clock
and they were fucking like rabbits, Uncle Ron was begging her to let him
fuck her Greek style but she wasn't having any of that!"

   Now it was Dawn's turn to shake her head, "Uncle Ron's not the right
person to break a woman into Greek sex, his cock is too big and he doesn't
have a gentle setting, he's permanently in rampant stallion mode!"

   When we reached the kitchen, Sarah sorted out all of our breakfasts and
she ironed my trousers that mum had washed and dried last night, so that I
could go to school, Sarah also made a pot of coffee which confused me
because we kids didn't drink coffee at breakfast, just fruit juice or milk,
then Sarah made up a tray, thee cups, three saucers, a jug of milk and bowl
of sugar, another confusion, why did we need the three cups on a tray if we
were going to drink them, we could just use the kitchen table.

   Sarah then said, "Right, off to school!"

   Confused again, Sarah pulled her school jumper on over her head, so
baggy that it hid the shape of her rapidly growing breasts, then she slung
her satchel over her shoulder and seemed to have an afterthought, she
picked up the coffee pot off of the heated ring and put it on the tray next
to the cups.  Sarah walked out of the kitchen first and before I got to the
door, I heard Sarah say, "I made a pot of coffee and set up a tray for
three!"

   As I stepped out of the back door, I spotted grandpa kissing Sarah, a
very passionate kiss and he groped her bum through her school skirt, "Thank
you darling, very thoughtful of you!"

   Grandpa then kissed Dawn, equally as passionately as he had kissed
Sarah, grabbed a hand full of her bum as well and after the kiss he said,
"Are you coming up the farm after school tonight darling?"

   Dawn smiled up at him and nodded her head.



   For the first time in as long as I could remember, Dawn, Sarah and I
walked to school together, even though the schools were only one hundred
yards apart, we never seemed to make the journey together, we were even
chatting together as we walked along like we were actually friends rather
than mortal enemies...mind you, I guess trusting your cock in the mouth of
someone with sharp teeth will bring people closer together.  At the dairy
Rebecca joined us in the street and Uncle Paul, Rebecca's father came out,
Sarah saw him and called over, "Morning Unc, you planning on visiting our
mother this morning?"

   He waved at us, "Morning Sarah darling...I'm going round after Simon's
finished with her, I'll take her milk and butter with me when I go, save
one of you the trip over here after school."

   Rebecca linked her arm in mine as we walked along, she kissed me on my
cheek and said, "Are you looking forward to our extracurricular lessons
today darling?"

   I looked into her eyes and grinned as I nodded my head.

   Sarah butted in with, "I taught him how to perform cunnilingus last
night and I gave him a blowjob so all that you have to do today is teach
him how to fuck you and he'll be fully trained and ready to join in at
family parties.  We walked the last mile just the four of us chatting
together as we walked along, I heard the slow beat of a three hundred and
fifty horse power Land Rover leaving our estate and when it reached the
main road, it didn't speed up, it actually slowed down and crawled at the
side of us, the passenger window wound down and Uncle Ron leaned over, "Hi
Sarah, are you coming over to my house tonight after dinner?"

   Sarah leaned in through the window and kissed Uncle Ron, as she bent
forward I spotted that she wasn't wearing any knickers, "Did mum let you do
Greek in the end last night?"

   He shook his head, "No, no matter how hard I tried she wouldn't let me!"

   Sarah kissed him again, "I guess that I'll be getting Greek sex to
finish with tonight then?"

   There was a grin and a nod from Uncle Ron and he let his foot up off of
the clutch and he did a flying start in the ring road race around the town
centre and the four of us finished the journey into school.