Satan's Playmate

If you want an immediate fuck and suck fest filled with monster cocks and udder-sized tits, this story is not for you. It is a slow developing tale of a family unknown to exist until happenstance brings them together. The usual age and character disclaimers apply. Thanks for reading.

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The deadly flak bursts spreading their inky death in the skies above Germany were now 15 minutes behind them. The four 1,200 horsepower Wright Cyclone engines hummed in unison as they powered the B-17G towards the safety of the English Channel and their base at Nuthamstead beyond. Captain Charles Gualtieri, "Goldie" to his fellow officers, called for a crew check.

Snuffy Kruger, the diminutive tail gunner, reported in. "All is fine back here."

Willie Conroy, a wisecracking Oklahoman manning the ball turret, chimed in "Roger that."

One by one the remaining crew not on the flight deck radioed their status. No problems were reported.

Satisfied that the remainder of their mission projected to be problem-free, Goldie turned to his best friend, 1st Lieutenant Hank Demere, and said "Co-Pilot's plane."

Hank replied with twinkling eyes "Yessir, Captain! Enjoy the rest of your tour Goldie."

"I'm not gonna believe that until we're back at the O Club. Should we buzz the tower?"

"I'd be embarrassed if you don't. Balls to the wall or low and slow?

Goldie looked at his friend and laughed. "What do you think?"

This mission was the end of his tour, and Goldie was going home. He smiled under his oxygen mask as he gazed at the hazy horizon ahead. He had actually made it. Twenty-five bombing missions completed. Not a single crewman injured. More than 150,000 pounds of bombs dropped on Hitler's Third Reich, many with devastating results on the Nazi war machine. A Distinguished Flying Cross earned for nursing his plane home after sustaining serious damage to two engines from the strafing by a FW-190. Good old Satan's Playmate had survived. Like he and his crew.

Satan's Playmate, indeed. His men laughed when he first suggested the name for their plane after arriving in England. Then he explained the meaning behind it: their goal for the rest of their tour was to make friends with the Devil by sending as many Kraut bastards to hell as possible. The crew roared hearing that. After agreeing to the name, they had to decide what art was going to be painted on the nose as was customary for the war. As captain and pilot, Goldie had the honor of making the final decision and chose a busty pin-up dressed in little more than devil's horns.

In describing his vision to the base artist - a mechanic responsible for ensuring that the bomber's engines ran like the Bulova A-11 watches pilots were issued - Goldie was describing Mabel Thockery, an Englishwoman who Goldie had met at a USO dance shortly after arriving at Nuthamstead. As was typical at the time, the USO regularly scheduled dances on military bases and would bus in single women from surrounding towns and villages to ensure a sufficient number of dance partners for these lonely men - many of them just boys, really - who found themselves thousands of miles from home longing for female companionship.

Goldie remembered the night they met. He was sitting at the bar wearing his dress uniform - known as pinks and greens - nursing a whiskey and listening to the band perform swing hits. As his gaze traveled across the crowded dance floor, he spotted a buxom redhead wearing an Attagirl uniform, signifying she was a member of the British Air Transport Auxiliary. She was jitterbugging with an officer who danced as if he were the Fred Astaire of the Army Air Corps. Goldie's first thought was "Wow, with a chest like hers that Attagirl won't need any oxygen when she ferries Spitfires to their new bases." Then her dance partner lifted her off the floor in a move that showed the tops of her stockings held up by garters and Goldie immediately thought of Better Grable and her gorgeous gams. Goldie was mesmerized. Then the song ended, and the woman and her partner moved to a table for two on the far side of the dance floor. "Oh well, " Goldie thought, "she seems to have found her date for the rest of the night," and he began scanning the room for another woman to cure his loneliness.

With no likely candidate making an appearance, Goldie struck up a conversation with the officer sitting next to him. It turned out that he was a P-47D pilot, one of the "Little Friends" who flew bomber support on missions into Germany. The two pilots had flown on several of the same missions and they found themselves comparing notes. As they continued to chat, the bartender made sure their drinks were topped off and their conversation became more animated. Just as the fighter pilot was demonstrating an aerobatic maneuver he used to get the jump on a Messerschmidt 109 he shot down, Goldie felt a tap on his shoulder. His annoyance at this sudden, unwanted interruption was immediately dispelled when he turned and saw the redhead smiling at him. Wearing the dual stripes of a Section Officer, her flaming tresses were enhanced by the greenest eyes he had ever seen and a smile that challenged the brightness of the searchlights he had seen light up the London skies during air raids.

Before he could react, the woman purred "Good evening, Captain. I'm Mabel. Care to dance?"

"Are you sure you want to dance with me after hoofing it up with Fred Astaire? Trust me, I'm more of a "Shuffle Off to Buffalo' sorta guy. If you wait for a foxtrot and promise to lead, I'd be happy to step on your toes for a tune or two. I'm Goldie."

Mabel cast a serious glance at him and then started laughing. "Based on what he was saying and how he was acting off the dance floor, the only women he's leaving with tonight will be 'Rosie and her four sisters.' Besides, after watching you and your buddy perform all of those aerobatic demonstrations, I'm more interested in what your hands can do than your feet. Are you ready to try a bit of mucking about on the dance floor? If you don't break me toes, we can see about a bit of snogging after the dance."

Goldie did his best to maintain a straight face. While a relative newcomer to England, he was well aware of what snogging meant and what it led to. And while he certainly was no stranger to sex, never in his twenty-four years had he met a woman who spoke so directly about it.

After a pause Goldie smiled. "If snogging is the reward for not breaking your toes, I promise to tread very, very lightly." Before she could reply, the band started playing "When the Lights Go On Again (All Over the World)," a slow song that had recently been released. The haunting lyrics spoke about the end of the war when the "boys are all home again." He looked at Mabel and asked if she had a boy who would be coming home again. She gazed at him wistfully and, shaking her head no, said only three words: "Dunkirk. Let's dance."

Goldie led her to the dance floor and she folded herself into his arms. Her bountiful bosom pressed against his chest like no other he had ever felt. Her soft hair was a scant few inches from his face and she smelled just wonderful. As she hummed along with the tune, her hips moved slightly towards his groin, having the expected results. He gathered her more firmly in her arms.

"English Channel 12:00 o'clock low." Hank Demere's announcement snapped Goldie out of his reverie. They were less than 30 minutes to landing. But before he started the landing checklist, Goldie's thoughts returned to Mabel. While they did not end up having sex the night after the dance, they become regular bedmates a few days thereafter. Mabel was a lusty and vocal lover who happily participated in all of the joys of sex. There wasn't a position she wouldn't try and particularly loved riding him so he could suck her turgid, pink nipples that capped her jiggling tits as she bounced on his hard erection. She was fascinated by his circumcised cock, as most British men were uncut. In fact, it was she who suggested that she suck him off when her period was at its peak, delighting in tonguing his frenulum and licking his mushroom head. While Goldie considered him only of average length and thickness, he had never had a woman who successfully took his cock down to the root during a blow job. She delighted in ending a blowjob by greedily swallowing his sperm as if she hadn't had a thing to drink since the war started. And after one particularly lusty night when Mabel had three mind blowing orgasms that rendered her almost unconscious, she said that there was no way that she could handle sex like that on a regular basis and suggested that a fellow Attagirl pilot might be willing to join them for a session to take some of the load off of her.

But then, without any warning, she disappeared two months after they met. Goldie tried his best to track her down, but his efforts met with no success. He was sad not only to lose the best sex partner he ever had, but he missed her smile, her laughter, her warmth.

"Oh well," he thought. "I'm heading back to the States in a few weeks and we had never talked about making it a permanent relationship. I'm sure to find someone to share the rest of my life with. If she is even half the partner Mabel was, I'll be a very happy man." Goldie's thoughts returned to the matters at hand. "OK, Hank, start the landing checklist."

"Radio call, altimeter." "Set!"

"Crew positions." "OK!"

"Altimeter." "Off!"

The runway at Nuthamstead was in sight by the time the checklist was completed. Goldie hit the intercom button: "All right gents. You have been the best crew that any pilot could have asked for. We've been through hell and back and we can be proud of our accomplishments. I'm invoking one of the traditions of The 25 Mission Club: All crew regardless of rank are to report directly to the O Club immediately after debriefing. I will inform the ground crew to meet us there after landing. Pilot's plane!"

And with that Goldie brought Satan's Playmate down to the deck and buzzed the tower. All ground personnel from buck private to Colonel were waiting for them, cheering and waving flags and hats. They had made it. The war was over for Goldie; he would take a thirty day leave at his Pennsylvania home and then report to his next duty post, wherever it may be. He hoped it was somewhere sunny and warm; he had had enough of England's seemingly endless rain, fog and clouds. But he still wished he had been able to say goodbye to Mabel.

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Hank Gualtieri sat in the student band section at Beaver Stadium, watching his beloved Nittany Lions beat the stuffing out of archrival Pitt. Joe Paterno, who in 1967 was in his second season as coach, seemed to be doing a pretty good job so far. But a possible invitation to a post-season bowl game was the last thing on Hank's mind.

Hank was lucky that his parents lived close enough to allow him to go home for Thanksgiving two days earlier and still be back in time for Saturday's game. It was great seeing the extended family. His mother did her usual bang-up job with the meal. Everyone seemed in good spirits except for his father, Goldie, who was brooding over the Vietnam War and the number of young men doing whatever they could to avoid being drafted, including heading to Canada. As a medal-winning WWII pilot, his dad thought it was a moral imperative to serve in the military. Goldie's service and the men he served with were so deeply engrained that he named his son after his Co-pilot Hank Demere.

After Thanksgiving dinner was over, Hank got in his VW Beetle and drove to his girlfriend's house ten minutes away. He and Claire had started dating their senior year in high school and their relationship had survived their attending colleges 500 miles apart. He had not seen Claire since they had returned to their colleges in late August and Hank was ready to enjoy some no-holds-barred sex. Their sex life began the night after their Senior Prom when they both lost their virginities. As time passed, they became more comfortable with each other and were open to trying new things. One time, when Claire was on her period, he asked her for a hand job. Instead, she said that one of her sorority sisters had told her about tit fucking her boyfriend during her period. When Claire asked where the sperm went when her boyfriend came, the sister admitted that the cum ended up covering her face. Claire grimaced when she heard that, but her friend said, "It's actually very exciting to feel his warm spunk all over me. Just give it a try." The first time Hank slid his cock, which Claire called his "Solid Six," between her C cup breasts, he almost orgasmed after three strokes. But after gaining some control, he continued to straddle her chest and thrust until the head of his cock appeared above her tits and hit her throat. His orgasm was spectacular and Claire was careful to wipe his cum out of her eyes and then lick her fingers clean.

When Hank arrived at Claire's home, he found her sitting on the front porch. He parked, got out of his car, and, as he walked to the porch, he called out "Hi Sweetie. Happy Thanksgiving! Isn't it a bit chilly to be sitting outside?" Claire looked up and her eyes were red and swollen. When Hank bent down to kiss her, she turned her head aside, leaving Hank's lips almost on her ear. "Claire, what is wrong?" She wouldn't look him in the eye and only said "We have to talk."

Hank had always heard that those four words were uttered immediately before a relationship was ended by one of the parties. He immediately anticipated the worst but found the strength to remain calm. "What is it honey?"

She blew her nose and wiped her eyes. "The last thing in the world I want is to hurt you, but I've met a guy at school and we've started dating. I think that we have a real future together. We both want to go to law school and have talked about starting a firm together in his hometown when we're done. I know this is a lousy thing to do to you, but it's what I want. It's over between us, Hank. I will always remember our time together. I wish you a life of happiness, love and success and know you will find that."

Hank stood there stunned. He had never once considered that he and Claire would do anything other than graduate, get married and start a family. As heartbroken as he was, he refused to get angry and yell. He remembered his father telling him of the many times when things had gone wrong during a mission over Germany and that the only thing that saved him and his crew was to remain calm, assess the situation, and find a solution. So Hank remained calm. He doubted after assessing the situation that he would find an acceptable solution right then and there. But it did no one any good for him to yell and scream at Claire.

"Listen, this is the worst possible news I could have gotten from you. It sounds like you have made your mind up on this before giving me the opportunity to let you know how I feel. All I ask is to give me a few days to think and then we can talk. As you know, tomorrow I have to head back to school for band practice before Saturday's game. I'll give you a call next week."

Claire nodded her head. "I understand Hank. Take all the time you need. I'll talk to you whenever you want -- I owe you that much. But I don't think that anything you might say will change my mind."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Say hello to your family and wish them a Happy Thanksgiving for me. I'll call you next week."

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As she predicted, nothing Hank said would change Claire's mind when they spoke the following week. The only consolation he received was her insistence that he had done nothing wrong, but that the heart goes where it goes. She repeated that he was a wonderful man who deserved someone who saw him as the perfect life mate.

Hank returned to his classes and prepped for finals. As was anticipated, Penn State received an invitation to the Gator Bowl, where it would face Florida State on December 30th in Jacksonville. Hank was excited that he would be attending with the Nittany Lions band, flying down on a separate plane from the team. That took a little bit of the sting from the breakup with Claire.

The band was bussed to Philadelphia International Airport two days before the Gator Bowl. While waiting in the lounge by the gate, Hank noticed an attractive brunette with a clipboard. He had never seen her before and wondered what her relationship to the team was. But he thought that striking up a conversation with her was too soon after the breakup and he went back to reading the Inquirer sports pages.

The Gator Bowl was exciting and ended in a 17-17 tie. The band partied that night in the hotel. Hank saw the brunette talking with some of the administrative staff who had traveled to the game and thought that there was no reason to believe that she would be interested in meeting a junior accounting major who played trumpet in the marching band.

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The first warm days of Spring had arrived on campus. Hank was looking forward to the end of his Junior year and was excited about his summer job. He had interviewed with a major accounting firm that had recently opened a satellite office in nearby Phillipsburg, and he was awarded an internship starting after Memorial Day. Although the internship didn't pay much, he was told that if he impressed the senior accountants, he would be offered a full-time position after he graduated.

Hank's parents were happy to learn of the opportunity. His dad said that he would help Hank with his living expenses during the summer. But Hank had learned that Penn State offered free housing to rising seniors who found summer employment near the campus and Phillipsburg was only 20 minutes away from State College. With no cost housing and the stipend from the accounting firm, he was confident that he could handle all of his living expenses. Plus, he liked the idea of living on his own for a few months. He dearly loved his parents but, like most guys on the verge of adulthood, he wanted to enjoy the freedom of experiencing life on his own.

The number of housing openings was limited, and Hank wanted to ensure that he arrived early to be one of the first students to sign up. While the doors opened at 8:00 am, he thought that he would arrive at 6:30 and beat the crowds. Armed with a Thermos full of coffee, a couple of PBJs, and the still relatively new Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, he made his way to the Housing Office. But his spirits sunk when he saw that at least 100 students were already lined up.

Remembering his father's advice, Hank thought "Stay calm. Don't freak out. Get in line and see how things go." He got in line and started the wait.

A few minutes later he turned to see how long the line was. He was startled that right behind him was the attractive brunette he had seen when he attended the Gator Bowl. "What the hell is an administrator doing looking for student housing?" She looked up from the paper she was reading and said with a bit of a frown "Hi. I guess we're both surprised to see how long the queue is. Let's hope there are still a few units left when we get to the front." Her foreign accent was clearly noticeable, but Hank couldn't quite figure it out.

"You got that right. I'm Hank. I went to the Gator Bowl and saw you a couple of times with other administrators. If you don't mind me prying, why are you looking for summer housing?"

The brunette laughed, flashing a radiant smile. "You don't look like a footballer to me. I didn't realize that students were allowed on the university aeroplanes." Hank grinned and flexed his bicep in the classic Charles Atlas manner. "Whaddya mean, I don't look like a footballer? Look at these muscles!" They both snickered. "Well, I guess you caught me. I play trumpet in the marching band. I found a summer internship in Phillipsburg and need a place to live. What's your story?"

"I'm Edith. I'm here as an exchange student from the University of Sydney. I'm majoring in Education Administration. I was lucky enough to be awarded a two-year stint here, so I need a place to stay during the summer."

"So that explains the accent. I couldn't figure out where you're from. Let's keep our fingers crossed. We'll see what's available when we reach the front of the line." As he started to turn away, Edith said "Ah, I was trying to figure out your accent too. I knew it wasn't Baahston or New Yawk or New Joisey. Where is your hometown?"

Hank stopped. Turning back, he saw the bemused expression on her face. Snorting, he laughed the laugh of Pennsylvanians who didn't think that they spoke with an accent. "Is that an example of Australian humor?" She started laughing and, looking at her watch, answered "That's the best I can do at 6:35 with only one cuppa coffee in me."

Handing her his Thermos, he replied "Well, if you don't mind light and sweet, feel free to have some of mine. And to answer your question, I was born and raised here in Pennsylvania, about three hours from here."

As she removed the cup and unscrewed the stopper on his Thermos, Hank gave her the once over. Edith was a few inches shorter than his 5'10". Her brunette tresses framed a pretty face, with dark brown eyes, full lips and a pixie nose. She was just a bit heavier than slender. Her Penn State t-shirt adorned a bust that let you know she was all woman. Her waist led to full hips below, setting atop muscular legs emerging from her shorts. Red leather sandals completed her outfit. For the first time since Claire broke up with him, Hank was really interested in a woman. "So how did you convince your University to give you a two-year exchange student deal?"

"It was quite straightforward, actually. I received me Bachelor's last year and decided to use this two-year stint as the basis for me Masters' thesis. Doing the work here is better than sitting in classrooms. I have a semester to write me thesis after I return to Sydney."

"Do you already have a title for your thesis?"

"I haven't formally submitted it, but I'm seriously considering calling it 'How Trumpet Playing Accountants Looking at Magazine Bathers Models Put The Moves on Visiting Aussie Exchange Students.'"

Feeling a blush coming on in response to the Sports Illustrated comment, Hank studied her face, which was emotionless but starting to twitch around her mouth. He liked her sassiness. "That's not fair! Take it back! I did no such thing. I don't need some Australian rugby playing boyfriend tracking me down to kick my butt. And if you're referring to my Sports Illustrated, it's no Playboy magazine!"

"There will be no worries there, luv. Firstly, I don't have a boyfriend, rugby playing or otherwise. Secondly, I don't need any help kicking someone's arse." Now it was her turn to flex her muscles. "So watch your step, mate!" And after a short pause she added "And I look as good as those swimsuit models." They stared at each other for several seconds and then both started giggling.

Hank offered her a PBJ, which she happily accepted. By the time the Thermos was empty, the line had started to move forward. They exchanged stories of growing up, he in the Lehigh Valley and she outside of Sydney. Hank told her of his happy family and how he came to be named Hank, which made Edith look at him oddly. She only said that she never knew her father and that her mother was a nurse.

They finally reached the head of the line. Hank did the gentlemanly thing and motioned for Edith to go ahead of him. When she started to protest, the woman behind the desk said "It doesn't matter, really. The only housing that is left is a one bedroom, one bathroom unit. And the University does not permit co-ed summer housing rentals unless the students are married."

Before Hank could reply, Edith quickly responded "Oh no! We are engaged but had to put off the wedding until next Christmas when all of our families could be together. I'm from Australia, you see, and Christmas is the only time when my Aussie family and friends can make the trip." She glanced frantically at Hank. Then, with tears forming, Edith turned back to the woman. "Can't you make an exception? Just this once?"

Hank immediately saw that this was not the time to follow his father's advice to assess a situation that was going wrong and make a calm decision on how to solve it. He put his arm around Edith's shoulder. "Don't worry honey. I'm sure that we can find something else. If we can't. then I'm gonna have to put off my internship in Phillipsburg even though that will kill my chances at the accounting firm after graduation. If that happens, we can still get married, but things will just be a little tighter than we planned." Edith reached up and squeezed his hand hanging off his shoulder. "But you worked so hard for this, Hank." Turning back to the woman behind the desk, her voice quavering, she asked again "Just this once? I'm an exchange student assigned to the Admissions Department."

"When does your internship start, sir?" "The Tuesday after Memorial Day." "Okay, you can move in that weekend. But not a word to any of your neighbors. I don't want to lose my job. Now both of you just sign here. You might want to use her last name because she works for the university and a different last name might raise some questions."

"We fully understand. How is the apartment furnished?"

"A double bed, dresser and nightstand in the bedroom. The bathroom doesn't have a tub, only a shower. The living room has a small couch and table that doubles as the kitchen table. There is a small gas stove, refrigerator and some pots and pans in the kitchen."

Hank and Edith glanced at each other and they both nodded. With a melodramatic sigh of relief, Edith bent over and signed her name with a flourish. Handing the pen over to Hank, she thanked the woman profusely. Then Hank bent over to sign and saw the full name of his new "fiancé": Edith Thockery.

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After finishing the paperwork, Hank and Edith walked hand-in-hand out of the building. When they had rounded the corner and were no longer in view of the Housing Office, he stopped, dropped her hand, turned to her, and asked "What's the real story? Master's in Education Administration or School of Drama Ph. D candidate?"

She looked at him with a realistic pout on her face that changed into a smile a second later. "Is that any way to talk to your fiancé? Didn't I just solve our summer housing problems? Instead of yowling at me, you should be delighted with me quick thinking!"

"'Yowling'? Where did that come from? I don't even know what that means but whatever it is I didn't do it."

"Me mum is English. She always said that when I started caterwauling when I stubbed a toe or skinned a knee."

"First yowling and now caterwauling? What kind of English are you speaking?"

"The Queens' English. I told you me mum is from England."

"Okay, okay. I'm just trying to figure out how this is gonna work."

"Well, because I came up with the solution, I bags the bed. You can have the couch or bring in a cot."

"'Bags the bed'? Another Queen's English saying?"

"Nice try, but that one is Aussie."

Hank was getting exasperated. This was a less than perfect solution to his housing dilemma, but it was a solution. His internship was his number one priority at the moment and sharing the apartment with Edith made sense. He looked at her and said "That's fine. But I have a question. What are you going to be doing all day while I'm at my internship? Doing the cooking and the cleaning at the apartment?"

Edith looked at him wide-eyed for a moment, her lips turning grim and her face starting to turn scarlet with anger. Before she could respond, Hank laughed and said "Now I don't want to hear any yowling or caterwauling. I was just kidding. We split the chores and the cooking. I make a pretty good roast chicken if I say so myself and the Pennsylvania corn on the cob around here is delicious. I only need one drawer in the dresser. I will need some closet space because I gotta wear suits for my internship. Does that work for you?"

"Well, I make some damn good meat pies meself and me Lamingtons are to die for."

"Before we move in, we should meet for lunch so you can give me a primer on both the Queen's and Aussie's English. And I'll teach you to speak American English so your bosses here understand you. Let's exchange phone numbers and schedule something soon."

"Works for me, mate. But before you go, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"What's your maiden name?"

Stunned for a second, Hank then realized what she was seeking. "Gualtieri. Hank Gualtieri."

"OK Hank Gualtieri Thockery, gimme you telephone number."

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After getting back to his room, Hank walked down the hall to the payphone on the wall and made a collect call home. "Hi Pops. Howzitgoin'?"

"All's well here. Your mother is getting excited to start her flower and vegetable gardens. I'm enjoying retired life and happy I got my 25 years in with the Air Force. What's the latest.?"

Hank then told his father about how lucky he was able to nab an apartment for summer housing, which would make his internship so much easier. His father could hear the excitement in his voice and congratulated him, saying his mother would be happy. That's when Hank broke the news.

"Well, it does come with a bit of a challenge."

"What?"

"The apartment was the last one available and I had to pretend that I'm engaged to an Australian exchange student. But don't worry, everything is on the up and up/" Hank then proceeded to explain all of the circumstances and how he and his new roommate were going to handle everything.

"Are you telling me that you're going to spend this summer living with an Australian woman who you just met? Your mother will go through the roof!"

"Pops, that's where you have to come in. This is really a legitimate deal. I'll be working all day and she will be continuing to research and write her Master's thesis. We will hardly see each other and neither of us want to put our futures in danger."

"But what if Penn State finds out that you are not engaged?"

"Then I guess I'll have to run home and head to Robertson's Jewelry for a ring and make it official."

"Don't be a wise ass. I just don't like it, Hank. Your name is now on a Penn State lease that is fraudulent."

"No it's not, Pops. The woman from the Housing Department said that because Edith is working with the Education Administration Department, it would be better if we used her last name on the lease. That way there would be little reason for the university to dig deep into it."

"I still don't like it one bit, but I guess there's nothing I can do about it now, except try to keep your mother from having a heart attack"

"Thanks Pops. I owe you one."

"Just do well with your internship and land that job that you want. Oh, one last thing. What is your new last name?"

"Thockery."

Goldie hung up the phone and thought "'Thockery?' Why does that name sound familiar?" Then he went off to the den to watch the Phillies game.

- -

Edith was extremely lucky that her exchange program gave her twice monthly phone calls home from her office, as long as they didn't exceed 10 minutes each. The university increased the call length to 15 minutes if Edith called after 9pm to get the reduced international rates. With her mum's home 14 hours ahead of College Park, that worked out pretty well; Edith would normally call around 10pm her time when her mum would be having lunch.

"Hey Mum, is now a good time?"

"Indeed it is dear. What's new on your side of the world."

"My side of the world has just gotten a bit interesting. Remember how I told you about free summer housing for senior and graduate students? Well. I managed to snag one but it is a bit of a sticky wicket."

"How so?"

"By the time I reached the front of the line, there was only one unit left, so I had to agree to share it with another student."

"I don't see how that would be a sticky wicket. You've shared PBSAs ever since you entered uni, except when you were in a homestay with the Hollisters your senior year."

"I know Mum, but I was never shared a PBSA with a man."

"Well, that is a bit of a sticky wicket. Tell me how it happened."

Always mindful of the minutes ticking away, Edith gave her mum an abridged version of the events leading to the housing share. Her mother didn't seem to think it bollocks until she asked for her new roommate's name.

"Hold on a second, Mum, I have it written down somewhere. Oh, here it is, his name is Hank Gualtieri."

"Gualtieri?"

"Nah yeah."

"Where is he from?"

"I dunno, really, somewhere here in Pennsylvania. I recall him mentioning an area called the Lehigh Valley. Not too far from College Park."

"So his parents are alive? What do they do?"

"Why is that important?"

"Because that's what a good mum will ask to protect her only child halfway across the world."

"I'm not certain mum. We only just met and are gonna have lunch soon to get to know each other better. But I do remember saying that his father was a bomber pilot in the Second World War who was angry at all of the American college kids trying to avoid the Vietnam draft. I'll give you the details when we speak next. And I must tell you, Hank is very handsome. Luv you mum."

Mabel sat there unable to breathe. A Second World War bomber pilot from Pennsylvania by the name of Gualtieri?

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"Lucy, I'm home!" Hank shouted out in his best Ricky Ricardo imitation. "How are Ethel and Fred?"

Edith laughed from the bedroom. After they moved into the apartment, he had introduced her to the "I Love Lucy" show on the old black and white television they bought for $10 from a graduating senior.

Hank hung up his suitcoat and started to loosen his tie. The apartment was stifling, "I think that it's time that we invest in a window air conditioner. This heat and humidity are too much. Tomorrow is Fourth of July and all of the appliance stores are having sales."

Edith walked into the small living room wearing only a sleeveless Penn State tee shirt and lime green panties. It was obvious by the way her pendulous breasts were swaying that she was braless. The shirt gaped around the armholes and the sides of her breasts flashed. Her tight panties barely covered her lush bush.

Hank was stunned at her appearance and stuttered, "Well, if that is how you're gonna dress in this heat, forget the air conditioner. What's going on?"

"Nothing, really. Many women students are going braless these days. If they can let the outside world see their bouncing boobs, certainly my fiancé shouldn't have a problem, yeah?"

"My parents wouldn't be very happy with my sisters walking around at home like that. Especially my father. As I told you he was pretty upset about our living arrangement to start with. He would lose his mind if he walked in and saw you dressed like this. And besides, I'm not your brother. I'm not your fiancé. I'm barely your roommate."

Edith began to smirk. "Well, you're half right. Listen, you told me that your office is closed on Friday, too, so we have the whole weekend to sweat. Why don't you change out of that hot suit while I get us some beers. We have a lot to talk about."

Hank returned her smirk with a puzzled look. Walking towards the bedroom, he replied "The Housing Office hasn't caught on to our little game, has it? I can't lose my internship now. I only have five weeks left. So far it's going really well and I'm hoping for an offer at the end."

"Just hurry up and change and I'll be waiting with the beers."

Hank changed into cutoff jeans, a Chicago Transit Authority t-shirt and flip flops. Returning to the living room, Edith was sitting on the couch with two pony bottles of Rolling Rock beer. Hank took one and sat on a chair next to the kitchen table. After taking a long drink, he asked "OK, so what's going on?"

Edith shifted on the couch, and sat on one of her legs, exposing her panty clad pussy. "I've told you that I'm able to call my mum in Australia every two weeks, yeah? So the day after we got our apartment, I told her what I know about you which, at that point, was very little. I continued to update her as you've shared more with me. We talked again yesterday, and she shared some very weird news."

"Okay."

"Mum was a member of the British Air Transport Auxiliary during the Second World War. Her job was to fly planes from the factories to RAF bases throughout England. She was stationed near Nuthamstead. One night at a USO dance she met a B-17 pilot and they had a torrid affair. A few months after they met, she got pregnant. He didn't know it. She had to resign from the Transport Auxiliary and decided to move to an aunt's home in Wales to have the baby -- that's me. When the war was over, she moved to Australia for a fresh start. She never told her pilot that he was my father."

Hank listened with a growing sense of apprehension. While Edith's mother was not the only British woman to have a child with an American serviceman, he was unsure what that had to do with him.

"Okay. You told me that you never knew who your father was or how your mom even got pregnant. So what is so weird about her story?"

"My father is an Army Air Corp pilot from Pennsylvania by the name of Captain Charles Gualtieri, known as 'Goldie' to his friends. He flew a bomber named "Satan's Playmate." My mum said that she had not been with a man for six months before meeting your father because of her flight training. He was the only one she had sex with after her flight training was completed. There would be no reason for her to make this up. You are my half-brother."

Hank sat there stunned. He started to say something but stopped. He took another big drink of Rolling Rock, draining the pony bottle. He started and then stopped again. Finally regaining his composure, he sighed and said "Okay, I'll need a few days to find another place to live, if that's all right with you."

"That is NOT fucking alright with me!"

"Then I'll leave tonight and drive home for the weekend. I'll find a solution, I promise."

"That is ALSO not fucking okay with me. You are NOT going anywhere. For the first time in my life I have a brother and I'll be damned if I let him get away."

"What am I going to tell my parents? It would be one thing if I only had to deal with my dad, but my mom is involved, too. How can I ever tell them?

"I get it. We will figure something out. Me and Mum may be the ones to tell them."

"You seem to be taking this rather well. Aren't you freaked out?"

"No more freaked out then seeing you looking at my boobs through this shirt."

"Yeah, why the hell are you dressed like that? I can see most of your boobs and your pubic hair is ready to burst out from your panties. You've never done that before!"

"I thought that if you were concentrating on boobs and bush, you wouldn't go completely off the rails when I told you about our parents."

"Mission accomplished, Edith. But please cover up. I may be your half-brother, but I can't help liking what I see."

"Nothing wrong with that."

--

Dinner that night was awkward. Hank was still trying to wrap his head around the news while Edith wanted to keep the conversation going. She did put on a pair of shorts, which kept Hank's eyes above waist level. But her braless boobs continued to bounce and flash before his appreciative eyes. Finally, Hank brought the conversation to a head.

"Listen, my dad returned from the war more than twenty years ago. I don't see how holding off when we tell him is going make things worse. There will be plenty of hurt to go around when he finds out. I think that right now it's more important to figure out what we are going to do."

"Well, as long as my mum doesn't reach out to him, I think we are okay keeping the secret a little while longer. But what's the rush in figuring out 'what we are going to do'? Why do we have to do anything? We have a great deal right now and I need a place until the Fall semester starts. Let's just keep things the way they are."

For the first time since Edith broke the news, Hank went from being stunned to being annoyed. Ignoring his father's repeated advice to stay calm when things got rough, Hank yelled "Are you kidding me? Keep things the way they are? I've already told you that my internship ends in five weeks. Are we gonna keep pretending that we're engaged? And what happens when the new semester starts? Are we gonna act like we're engaged? Or tell everyone the truth? Or just pretend that this didn't happen? How can you be so childish about this all?"

Edith sat stoically and unmoving. She kept her eyes locked on Hank's and neither of them blinked as if they were playing a childhood game of chicken. After a minute she continued to stare at Hank while she slowly moved her right hand to her left shoulder and pulled her arm out of the sleeve of the Penn State t-shirt. The top of her plump breast emerged, followed by her pink areole that was topped with a gum drop nipple. Hank eyes wavered and then, settling on the sight before him, softly said "It's unfair for you to do that to me. I'll never be able to have a cogent conversation with your tit out like that."

Smiling, she responded while pulling her t-shirt over her head "What kind of conversation can you have with me looking like this?"

"What the fuck is going on here?"

"That's the problem, Hank. There are no fucks going on here. Don't you think I'm sexy? Don't you like me tits?" Edith crossed her arms under her now bare breasts, which lifted them front and center. Despite the heat, her nipples began to harden, quickly growing to their full heights.

Hank felt his cock growing in response, took a deep breath and began. "Edith, when I first saw you at the airport when the football team went to the Gator Bowl, I thought that you were one of the sexiest women I had ever seen. But I had just broken up with Claire and thought that you were some administrator who would never be interested in dating a junior accounting major slash marching band trumpet player. When we met for the housing sign-up and you hogged all my coffee and PBJs, I was mesmerized, especially when you compared yourself to the Sports Illustrated swimsuit models. Then, before I knew it, we were 'engaged' roommates for the summer. I had never had a woman roommate before. My internship was very important to me and I didn't want anything to get in the way of doing a great job and getting an offer to join the firm when I graduated. So, I decided then and there to keep our relationship platonic. You did not make it very easy on me. When you took showers without closing the bathroom door, I thought it was only to let the steam out, but I still wanted to take a peek. When we were sorting through our dirty clothes to bring to the laundry mat, somehow your sexy bras and panties always landed on top and I couldn't help but wonder how they looked on you. You casually left "The Feminine Mystique" on the table and I couldn't figure out what you were trying to tell me, if anything. Now you're sitting topless in our apartment asking me if I think your sexy the day after you find out that we are half siblings. Does it get weirder than that?"

Edith continued to stare at Hank, her arms supporting her breasts, which were now heaving in sync with her own deep breathing. She swallowed, smiled gently and said "First, as I recall, I said that my body was better than those bathing models in Sports Illustrated. Second, you're right about my keeping the shower door open hoping you would peek at me. Third, I purposely put my bras and panties on top of the laundry basket. Fourth, what I was trying to tell you was 'Hey, Hank, I'm available. Would you finally make a move on me?' The fact that yesterday I learned you are my half-brother doesn't change how I feel. Perhaps we Aussies are a bit more liberal in these matters." She stopped and took a deep breath. "And, finally, if I hogged your coffee and PBJs on sign up day, I think that the appropriate pay back is for you to hog me tits, me pussy, me arse, me mouth, me legs."

Hank hesitated and then replied "I don't know if I can get over the fact that we have the same father. Can you give me some time to think it over?"

Edith picked up her t-shirt. "Sure, Hank. I can give you some time. But I want you to look at these tits and memorize how they look. Because if your answer is 'no,' this will be the last time you ever see them. And if your answer is no, I will find another place to stay. Me program is set for next year. So it's far more important that you complete your internship in the hopes of getting that job offer than me staying here."

---

The next day was the Fourth of July. While they didn't have any plans, Hank still got up early and started a pot of coffee. Edith had quickly adapted to coffee instead of tea in the morning, to Hank's great satisfaction.

The temperature in the apartment remained high, so Hank was dressed in a pair of gym shorts and another t-shirt. As he rummaged through the refrigerator deciding on what to prepare for breakfast, Edith came out of the bedroom wearing a short, silk-like robe over summer pajamas. After last night's performance, she didn't want to send the wrong message by flashing any of her body to him.

"That coffee smells good" she said as she poured a cup.

"Thanks," he replied. What do you want for breakfast?"

"Nothing that needs to be cooked. It's too hot in here already. How about some shredded wheat and fruit?"

"Coming right up. So how did you sleep?"

"Fairly poorly if you must know. Partly because of the heat and partly because of, well, you know, what we talked about yesterday. How about you?"

Hank didn't reply immediately. He finished pouring milk over the cereal and then added some blueberries and strawberries. Putting a spoon in the bowl, he walked to the table and placed it in front of her. As he looked down, he noticed that the sash on her robe must have loosened when she sat, because it was gaping across her pajama top, which was full of her fleshy breasts.

"When I did sleep, it was crap. I tossed and turned and couldn't stop thinking about how Dad will react when he learns that he fathered a daughter during the war."

Edith was in the midst of bringing a spoonful of cereal and fruit to her mouth as Hank was answering and she shuddered, causing a blueberry to drop on her pajama top next to her right nipple. She glanced down and then looked at him, who was also looking at her top. Then their eyes met and she mischievously smiled. "I dare you to pick that up."

"Damn it Edith! When will you stop?!?!?"

"When you admit that you want this as bad as I do."

When Hank hesitated, she picked up a strawberry and placed it on the tent in her top caused by her hardened left nipple. "You don't want to waste food, do you?"

Hank growled and shoved his hands inside the gap of her robe, fondling her breasts. "OK, are you happy now?"

"I won't be happy until you fuck me brains out."

Hank quickly walked around the table, standing behind the sitting Edith. As he looked down at her fruit-laden tits, the gap in her pajama top gave him an unobstructed view of her firm breasts and rosy pink nipples, that seemed to be growing by the second. The sight caused his cock to stir, especially since he hadn't had sex since his breakup last Thanksgiving. He reached under her breasts and cupped them, lifting and separating their heavy weight. When he heard Edith softly groan, he pinched both nipples with his thumbs and pointer fingers, causing her to gasp. All pretense was abandoned as he bent and kissed her exposed neck, just under her left ear. His butterfly kisses trailed across her upper chest as his left hand fully loosened the sash to her robe, pulling it off her shoulders. She reached down and pulled her pajama top over her head, totally baring both breasts.

Hank slowly released her breasts, their weight causing them to settle on her chest. He softly grabbed her head and turned it towards his lips. The first gentle kiss was immediately followed by her wet, plump tongue search for his. It was now his turn to moan as she reached down to grab his ever-hardening cock, the head of which was starting to drip. She had held much longer dicks than his, but never one quite so thick that it seemed to engulf both her hands. Reaching lower she felt his sack, heavy and swollen. Pulling her lips from his, she whispered " Hank, if we're gonna do this, let's go to the bedroom."

He lifted his head from her nipple and stood straight up. "If? Listen, if you're unsure, we gotta stop right now and pretend that this didn't happen. And if that's the case, I don't know if you can live here. It will be too tempting. For me, anyway."

Gingerly lifting his balls inside his gym shorts, Edith said "No, I have wanted this for a long, long time. Please. Please."

He reached down and grabbed her hands, lifting her up. Her arms instinctively went around his neck and she gently brushed her lips against his before backing away. The second time, her lips pressed a bit harder and, when she started to pull away, she opened her mouth a little. The third time, she slipped her tongue between his lips and sought her pleasure from his yielding mouth. When they finally broke, she looked at him and said "Are you ready to go all the way with your sister?"

His hands moved down, one cupping her left buttock and the other tracing down the front of her body until it reached the V of her legs. He had expected the generous amount of pubic hair he encountered; Claire's had been sparse, perhaps a testament to her Swedish grandparents. His fingers dipped lower and to the side of her bottoms, felling her slippery outer lips parting to accept his invasion. He pressed his middle finger in and up, and she spread her legs farther apart. Hank began a rhythmic thrusting and was rewarded by her rocking her pelvis in unison. His cock got impossibly harder and started to become uncomfortable as it extended down the leg of his gym shorts.

Hank pulled her to the bedroom, finding that she had not made the bed when she woke up. He relieved her of her robe and started to pull down her pajama bottoms.

"Stop Hank! Sit down and let me."

He quickly obeyed and watched as she tantalizingly pulled her bottoms down, revealing that she had not worn panties. As expected, her bush was luxuriant and the aroma of her sex wafted up to his expectant nostrils. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her to him and his tongue immediately sought the source of her nectar. Her hands grazed through his hair as she guided him to the bottom of her sex, encouraging him to run his tongue up her slit to her button of a clit, which was swollen and waiting. "Oh fuck, I've been dreaming about this since we stood in line to sign up for an apartment. Do not stop eating me until I tell you."

Hank stood up and easily rotated Edith until the back of her legs were against the side of the bed. Grabbing her shoulders, he gently lowered her body until her ass met the mattress, her legs hanging off the side. She continued to lay back until she was totally supine with her legs splayed, her pussy lips parting to reveal the pink of her cunt. She grabbed his head and moved it until his tongue was at her entrance. She looked down at him and said "Start eating me now."

Hank began to slowly lick down her outer pussy lips. Starting at the top of one side, he moved slowly but incessantly down until he reached her pucker. After a quick stab which barely penetrated her tight ring, he started his ascent up the other side of her pussy, stopping only when he reached her clit. He ignored that button and started another descent. Again and again he would probe her star and again and again he would leave her clit untouched. After ten minutes of these maddening circuits, his tongue slurped up the middle of her pussy after stabbing her ass, causing Edith's groans to become louder. When he reached the top of her pussy, he finally sucked her now-stiff clit between his lips and repeatedly circled it. Her thighs clenched Hank's head and she growled "Keep going, keep going!"

His ministrations continued and her hips started rolling. As she approached her orgasm, she began to lift her ass off the mattress, allowing Hank to stab two fingers into her drenched cavern, causing her orgasm to explode with a ferocity she had never before experienced. Her howl started as a low rumble deep in her chest and increased in pitch and volume until it matched the height of her cumming.

Her body fell back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling as she attempted to regain her breath from the intensity of the act. When she finally seemed to have gained some semblance of calm, Hank looked up at her and, smiling, said "Now I know what caterwauling means!"

Edith managed a grin and replied "That was a perfect example, mate. Now let me catch me breath as I will need all the oxygen I can muster to attack that perfect cock of yours. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Sure, I'll take a glass of water, although I shouldn't be thirsty with all your nectar that I just drank."

Edith returned from the kitchen and, after he drank his water, she pushed Hank onto his back. "OK, Mr. Accountant, get ready to yowl."

She lifted his heavy balls and her plump tongue searched for the tender spot near his ass. After swiping it again and again, she moved to his balls and, opening her mouth as wide as possible, sucked one and then the other deep in her maw. Then she began to lightly hum, the vibrations causing Hank's cock to become increasingly harder. Finally, when his groaning signaled his heightened pleasure, she raised her mouth off his balls and ascended to the tip of his mushroom-headed circumcised rod. After swishing her tongue around the velvety head several times, she began to go lower and lower until her nose was tickled by his pubic hairs. Her tongue lovingly laved the bottom of his staff and she sensed his impending explosion.

"STOP!!!!!"

Hank's unexpected yell scared her and she immediately backed off. Looking at him with apprehension in her eyes, Edith merely asked in a low whisper "What Hank?"

"I didn't mean to scare you, Edith. It's just that I don't want my first orgasm to be in your mouth. I want it to be... no I NEED it to be, in your pussy. Is that okay?"

"It's brilliant brother. And there's no need to worry about coming in me, I'm on the pill."

As she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, Hank positioned himself for entry. But as he grabbed his cock and moved it to her entrance, she said "STOP!!!" He looked down questioningly and she smiled. "I want to put you in me." She circled his thick rod and brought the head to her still drenched pussy. "Push that sibling shaft into me now."

He slid in effortlessly. He looked down and saw her half-closed eyes above her sensuous mouth. He brought his lips to hers and they softly kissed. Her tongue entered his mouth and stabbed his tongue at the same tempo his rod was stabbing her juicy cunt. He sensed her tightening her vaginal walls and he increased the tempo of his fucking as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Soon they found the perfect action - neither fast nor slow, hard nor soft -- matching their excitement.

Edith began moaning like she did when Hank was eating her pussy. He knew that they would soon reach their orgasms if they continued at that pace. He decided that he would wait until she came before he exploded.

But as he continued to pump, he could not help but think of what would become of them and their parents. What will his father and mother do when they learned that Edith was Goldie's daughter? What will Edith's mother, Mabel, say to Goldie about having deserted him when she found out she was pregnant back in England? Hank just didn't know. Calm, reasoned analysis could not provide those answers.

And what will Edith say when Hank tells her that he wants to continue living with her as Satan's Playmate -- not just for the rest of the summer or the coming school year, but forever?