Sunshine Coast. Part 8. Dawn.

Sunshine Coast. Part 8

More secrets, T-Shirts and one in a million Women.

I was busting for a piss and gently removed Dawn's arm before pulling the sheet up to cover her shoulders. Dawn looked almost angelic, she had a little smile on that gorgeous face, and I took a few seconds admiring her in her blissful slumber before slipping off the bed. Lifting the sheet slightly, I gently felt under it. Somewhere was the used condom that I had only just managed to rip off before cumming over Dawn's arse a few hours ago.

"What are you doing?" Dawns voice was drowsy, and she still had her eyes closed.

"Getting rid of evidence."

"Oh... I thought you might have been looking for Priscilla." Still with her eyes closed, she had a silly grin on her face.

"No, I'm sure she's in the same place."

"She might have run away... after all the abuse she suffered last night."

I laughed. "Hold on I'll just check, but if she's not where she was, then I'll have to look for her later... busting for a piss Dawn." I ripped the sheet from the bed which caused Dawn to squeal, found the condom, threw the sheet back over her and made a mad dash for the bathroom next door.

'Bliss' I emptied my bladder crouching over the bowl, conscious that often dried cum on my cock could cause my piss stream to veer off in unwilful directions. I was definitely a bit crusty and thinking about a shower when Dawn came bursting in through the door, nudged me out of the way with her hip and plonked herself down on the toilet, squealed, then hopped up before sheepishly putting down the toilet seat.

"Still a bit sleepy are we Dawn?"

She poked her tongue out at me. "Close your eyes and put your fingers in your ears."

"What for... that would make me deaf and blind?"

"Tim... don't tease... I gotta pee too." Dawn had her hand between the top of her thighs squeezing the front of her pussy and was tapping her right foot. "Bugger... you wait mister." Squeezing her eyes, Dawn let her stream of pee go.

I grinned as she noisily emptied her bladder. She opened her eyes and then started to giggle. "I'm going to get you for that Tim. No shame... Shower?"

"Too scared now... promise you'll behave?"

"No... okay... I will... maybe. Don't think Priscilla is ready for anymore anyway. She was protesting most profusely when I woke up."

"Protesting most profusely." I laughed. "Those are big words for first thing in the morning."

"You're cruising for a bruising mister."

"Oh really... you weren't so cheeky when you were bent over my knee last night with your panties pulled down and calling me 'Daddy'... Something changed?"

I'm sure she would have blushed if her dark complexion allowed it. "Maybe... maybe today I'm feeling liberated."

"Liberated!!" I laughed. "Maybe you need to liberate your hot arsed gorgeous body into the shower before I start to feel intellectually inferior."

"Good plan Tim... who's using the big words now?"

To her credit, Dawn did behave in the shower, except that once again she insisted on overseeing the flexible shower head and challenging my sense of manliness by applying it to my arse, giggling as she saw my cock twitch. She insisted we dry each other off.

"I'm cooking breakfast. Want it in bed or on the deck."

"Is Cassidy likely to be outside?"

"Probably."

"Feel safer in bed then."

"Can I wear your T-shirt?"

"Umm... okay... only if you don't wear panties as well."

"Deal," she grinned. "Didn't plan too anyway."

With my shorts on, I sat on a stool at the breakfast bar, my attention focused in two directions. Dawn was busy at the stove and the aroma of bacon and eggs cooking, soon had me realize just how hungry I was. Katie and Lorna's cooked breakfasts had been a bonus the last few days, sure as hell beat muesli, and now Dawn was treating me to the same.

Cassidy was sitting or standing (same thing for a Kangaroo) on the deck when we had come through, and Dawn threw me another bag of potato chips.

"Stop perving and do something useful," she grinned at me.

She was right. I had been. I'd been ogling her legs and been getting occasional glimpses of Priscilla and the bottom of her arse peeking out from under the shirt. Dawn had been fully aware of my fixation on her arse and teased the hell out of me by occasionally reaching up into an overhead cupboard, pulling out things that had nothing to do with her cooking.

"Just give him a handful at a time. Don't let him grab the bag and do the same with Bam Bam."

That's when I noticed the huge Ram standing on the grass behind Cassidy.

"Bloody hell Dawn. He's huge."

She laughed. "I know every time I look at him, I think those poor ewes... the sheep he has it off with. Bam Bam is a pure-bred Merino and Ron lends him out to the local sheep farmers, but they have to bring the sheep here because Cassidy gets all upset if they try and take Bam Bam away. Just feed them like you do a horse."

Tentatively walking out onto the deck with the opened bag behind my back, I held a few chips in my hand. Cassidy took one big hop and bent to muzzle them from my open palm. Bam Bam let out a 'bah' and jumped up onto the deck, and I spent the next few minutes alternately feeding both.

You've got to give nature it's dues. Both these animals were magnificent up close. Cassidy with his chiseled head and out of proportion front legs to his massive back legs. He had comically big ears and whiskers. Bam Bam on the other hand had large double spiraled horns, the ends of which poked out sideways like a pair of handlebars. The wool on top of his head reminded me of an afro that seemed to be all the rage these days in the US. I guess he was ready to be shorn soon for the upcoming summer, as the woolen coat on his chest seemed to be eight inches thick.

This unlikely pair must have been good mates as each waited their turn for me to feed them like a couple of well-trained dogs. With the packet now empty, I scratched Cassidy's ears and saw Bam Bam drop his nose wanting the same treatment. Content now that I had no more to offer, they turned in unison, hopped and jumped off the deck.

"They're funny aren't they. When they we're younger they couldn't figure out whether they were kangaroos or sheep. Bam Bam would try to sit like Cassidy, and Cassidy, well even though kangaroos don't make much noise, just coughing sounds, we were sure he was trying to 'bah' like Bam Bam." I stood beside Dawn in the kitchen washing my hands.

"Wouldn't want to piss either of them off. I guess you go through a shit load of potato chip packets. That smells wicked Dawn." She was serving bacon and eggs plus toast onto plates.

"Where do you want to eat?"

"Right here will do fine. Bugger the bed, I'm starving."

While I'd been perving on Dawn working in the kitchen and admiring those long legs, I'd wondered who she had inherited them from. She had Spanish origins, and they tended not to be a particularly long-legged race. Her father was shorter than my 6 foot something frame. I was very conscious of them again as we sat on stools at the breakfast bar when she shuffled her backside to pull down the T shirt, looked down to check it, then grinned up at me.

"I feel rude Tim. You could have let me wear panties."

"Yeah right... you weren't going to anyway. Blaming me now. It seems to me you've got a bit of an obsession with panties... consider this good training and stop stretching my T-shirt please. I like that one."

Dawn poked her tongue at me. "How come you're allowed to wear your shorts then?"

"Sheep and Kangaroos... may not know the difference between chips and dicks... they almost sound the same. Eat your breakfast."

Dawn started giggling. "What you want to do after breakfast?" The implications of her question were obvious."

"Coffee... I'll make it. Dishes, then we'd better tidy up the bedroom and get on our way. Heaps to do today."

"Like what?"

"Due at the Dawsons' this afternoon, and I want to see Roger and thank Lorna and Katie if they are around before I go."

"Oh... I don't want you to go Tim... I mean, I know I'll see you tonight, but can't you stay around?"

I thought this might be coming. Luckily, I'd eaten most of my breakfast and turned to Dawn and held her hands. Looking at her in the kindest way, I spoke slowly, wanting her to understand that I meant what I was about to say.

"Cam my brother, teases me that I fall in love with every girl I meet. He might be right. I've already told you the reasons why I must move on. I'm guessing by now you realize that my feelings for you are deeper than screwing around and having fun with a beautiful girl. When I woke up this morning, I lay next to you, looking at your face thinking how lucky I was, not only because I think you're funny, and I mean that in a good way, talented and gorgeous, but also because I was sure that when I first met you, you had issues that I felt I could help you with, and I think we've managed that.

For your part, I told you right from the word go what the circumstances are, and you accepted that. You might think this is unfair, but the only way I'll know what my true feelings for you are, is when I'm not around you, because when I am, I find you sexy as hell and am having a lot of trouble keeping my hands off you. It doesn't matter what you say Dawn, I'm going to move on, but don't think for one minute that regardless of what I decide in the future, you won't be part of it. I promise I'll keep in contact whenever possible. I'm not in the habit of walking away from my friends."

Dawn's eyes started to water, and her bottom lip quivered a bit. "I know.... but you can't blame a girl for trying. I guess I'll need to pull up my big girl pants again. It feels like I've finally found someone to trust and share with. and now they are going to bugger off."

"Maybe you need to learn to trust those close to you a bit more. Sometimes the hardest part is initially telling someone something you think they may not want to hear. Case in point, what I've just told you. You are lucky, you've got a loving extended family Dawn, who worry and care about you and not everyone has that. Gwyneth had nobody until we hooked up and she met my family. My mum and her became thick as thieves. (Gwyneth). I think you'd be surprised as to how much it would mean to them if you talked to them a bit more about how you feel."

"But I can't tell them about being raped or anything about Suzy."

"No... not suggesting that, but I feel that unless you start sticking up for yourself, they might try and organize how you live your life. Show them you are an adult and not a child anymore. They don't know what happened to you and don't understand why you went into your shell. It's time to put that behind you and become Dawn, the hot as hell stunningly beautiful girl I know is full of fun despite having a few too many kinky fetishes but that makes you even more exciting... not knowing what comes next is quite a turn on." I grinned at her, trying to lighten the mood.

Dawn went quiet, her head went down as she thought about what I had just said. "I wonder how much it cost Mum and Dad to send me to that psychologist each week" She looked up at me smiling. "All I needed was someone to make love to me and give me a damn good fucking. Bugger art. You should become a professional head reader."

"That's my girl. One last thing."

"Oh God... what?

"I haven't had a kiss from you this morning... use me and dump me... is that how it is?"

"If you come back to bed, I'll do more than that."

"Okay, you've got half an hour... including shower time. I thought you said Priscilla was a bit sore."

"Umm... she is a bit... but we could do other stuff."

"Like what?" Knowing Dawn, she already had something in mind.

"69... you could kiss Priscilla better for me and I want to do something for you... Umm... you could cum on my face if you like." Dawn looked up at me tentatively with that cute smile of hers.

"No."

Her face dropped. "Oh... why not? I thought guys liked to do that. Suzy said they do it all the time. Haven't you done that before?"

I felt a bit guilty about how I replied. It had only been a couple of days previously that I had blasted a long overdue load of cum over Fiona the reporter, firing out so much cum that it had plastered her face instead of her tits which was the intended target, as she knelt before me.

"For starters. You're not Suzy and don't let her talk you into anything she might be happy to do. It's like this Dawn... I told you before when I woke this morning, I lay next to you thinking how lucky I was to be with someone as perfect as you. I can't think of any more words other than beautiful to describe your face. You really are gorgeous... Oh... there's one. So why the hell would I want to spoil it by covering it with cum?"

"Bugger Tim... I get butterflies and Priscilla tingles when you talk to me like that. Errol Flynn has nothing on you. I was offering to do something that was a bit dirty and now I feel like an idiot."

"You can ask me to do anything you like but I'm not doing that. That's risky, because whenever I think of you... instead of your pretty face I might think of your pretty face coated with cum."

Dawn giggled. "Anything?"

"What... what have you got in that grubby little mind now."

"Well... you know how I told you about Suzy when she was with all those guys in Brisbane... and one of them pulled her around on her roller blades with his fingers in her pussy... well I haven't got my skates here, but you could do that... take me into the bedroom like that. Also... I want to see the stuff come out of your cock. I couldn't really see in the mirror last night and every other time it was in my panties, or you were inside me wearing a raincoat. I didn't really get a good look in the park because it was getting dark. Umm... could we do that, but would you do it playing with your cock so I can see how guys pull themselves off... I'll help."

"Bloody hell Dawn... there's no shame with you girl."

"Well, you offered... you said anything. I'm just... I guess I'm just taking the opportunity while it's there to play 'Jelly Jinks'."

"To play what?"

"Jelly Jinks." She was grinning at me. "That's what Suzy and I used to call guy's stuff... their cum. Can we do it... want to play 'Jelly Jinks'?

What the hell goes on in this girl's mind? I was grinning, but more so in disbelief and amusement at what she had just suggested. She had said this matter of factually, like she was asking me to do the dishes or mow the lawns.

"Okay. But if I'm going to wank off in front of you... you've got to do the same... show me how you bring yourself off. Now... open your legs."

"Goody. I was hoping to do that anyway, I mean have a cum when you do. Is this alright?"

Dawn spread her thighs as she wriggled her backside to the edge of her stool causing my T-shirt to ride up onto her hips before looking down at her well exposed pussy and smiling up at me. Slipping off my stool I stood in front of her, took her head between my hands and put my lips to hers. We kissed gently before our pashing became a bit more heated after I pushed back one of her ponytails and used my lips on her ears and throat. As she had done before, Dawn took my hands and placed them over her tits, and I played with her nipples through the fabric. It didn't take long for a girl like Dawn to warm-up. Her nipples were soon hard as pebbles, and she pulled my crotch into hers, opening her thighs then gripping mine with her knees.

Once again Dawn had ended up exposing herself as she sat on a stool, precariously balanced, with only me holding her, stopping her from falling off. I guess in the future when I thought of Dawn, I would conjure up visions of her on a stool, thighs spread brazenly, and her tight pussy exposed like it was now.

"I think Priscilla is wet enough now."

"Let me check. No... not quite ready yet."

I'd slipped my hand down onto her pussy, spread her lips with a finger and dabbed at her hole. Dawn gasped as I teased her clit, humping gently against my hand while pulling on my backside. She was wet alright; my finger slipped easily between her lips and then into her, conscious that she said she was a bit sore

"Come on then, all good to go."

Still with my hand between her thighs and a finger inserted inside her, I pulled Dawn off the stool, gave her another quick kiss, rotated my hand and with her walking behind me, her hands on my shoulders, we proceeded towards the bedroom. Dawn started to giggle. She was trying to walk normally with just small steps but failing miserably and sort of wobbled from side to side.

"Come on Dawn, stop pissing around... we haven't got all day... next time you see Suzy, ask her for some tips." I chided her, which cracked her up totally, her head falling between my shoulder blades as she laughed uncontrollably.

"Bloody hell Dawn... can't you do anything right," I kidded her. I was laughing now at the absurdity of the situation, turned around to face her while twisting my hand to ensure two fingers were still fully inserted in her, then bent down to throw her over my shoulder fireman style.

Dawn squealed and kicked her legs in time with her fists hitting the small of my back before collapsing again into giggles as I proceeded into the bedroom. As I caught our reflections in the mirrors, I swung Dawn around so that she could see herself slung over my shoulder then turned her side on and proceeded to push my finger in and out of her pussy.

"You dirty bastard Tim." her giggles turned to little gasps as she watched what I was doing to her in the mirror. I turned slightly so that she had a better view of her arse and my finger sliding in and out of her hole.

'Only Dawn' I thought to myself. Only Dawn would probably allow herself to get turned on by having her pussy finger fucked in such a way. I dabbed another finger against her arsehole a few times before rolling her off my shoulder and throwing her onto the bed.

Dawn bounced and came up sitting, a look of indignation on her face. "Bugger Tim. I was so close to cumming."

"I know... I felt Priscilla starting to squeeze. That wasn't the plan though. Hands up."

I pulled her, or should I say my T-shirt off.

"That was the rudest thing you've done yet. I'm not going to forget that in a hurry. Me looking at my bum in the mirror and you abusing Priscilla with your finger. Something to remember next time Priscilla needs seeing to. Every time you touch my bum I want to cum... God alone knows what it must feel like to have a cock in it."

"Well, that isn't going to happen Dawn. That would hurt you and I won't do it."

"Don't think I could handle that anyway, and I don't know how Ron...."

Silence... Dawn definitely turned red this time. She had a look of horror on her face.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck Tim. I can't believe it... I shouldn't have said that."

"Don't worry about it Dawn. I'd already figured out that was the case."

"How. Nobody knows that... how Tim... was it my drawings?" dawn banged her fist into the bed.

"That sort of confirmed my thoughts but I think I'd figured it out before that."

"But how... nobody else has ever clicked on to that?" Dawn was almost in tears.

"Dawn don't get upset... forget about it. I'm never going to say anything to anyone. It's none of my business anyway."

"No Tim... I need to know. If you figured it out someone else might. I've fucked up big time and I'm in deep shit."

"No, you're not. Dawn, settle down." I laughed, but unconvincingly. Dawn appeared horrified about her 'faux pas.' and now held her head between her hands with elbows on her knees. Pulling her down as I lay beside her. She put her face into my chest and cried.

After a couple of minutes her sobbing stopped but she just lay there quietly. I had pulled the sheet over us.

"I'm sorry... I was never to tell anyone and now I've gone back on my promise to them." My chest was wet with her tears.

"So, who did you tell? It wasn't me. Don't think you broke any promises there."

"I know... but you figured it out... I might as well have told you."

"Dawn, I've got to admit I am a bit astute when it comes to figuring people out. My Mum has got this saying. 'Men are interested in things and Women are interested in people... except for Tim.' She reckons from a very early age I was extremely perceptive with regards to other people's personalities, to the point where she would often ask me what I thought of so and so, usually some new acquaintance in her charity work. I'd get dragged along to meetings and gatherings and she called me her 'right hand man'.

I knew as soon as I met Ron, even though it was for a whole 30 seconds that there was something different about him. Initially I thought it was just his charismatic personality that stood him out from others, and maybe it was a sign of gratitude when he gave me a hug, when most men would just shake my hand. But I guess his defenses were down and he was just a bit relieved to have Wendy back. Your Dad I'm picking is a classic closet gay. Probably was like that most of his life. It must be difficult for them to keep up the pretense of being anything other than lovers. Then it was the family dynamics with Wendy and Linda and how you spent so much time with the Dawsons. Dawn, Is Ron your real Dad?"

Dawn let out an audible gasp and she stared up at me open mouthed. "No way Tim... how did you figure that out... are you a bloody mind reader or something?"

I laughed. "Long legs and your nose. Your Dad doesn't have them or your Mum. When I first saw Ron, I knew I'd seen that nose somewhere... it's yours. When you were standing at your pool next to your mum, you could have been twins, except for your nose and legs. I know I've told you that I'm interested in people's faces. That is what I draw and paint. I love faces with character and pay a lot of attention to them. Your Dad is long in his body, but not his legs. When I met Ron, I didn't have to be a genius to figure things out. Ron is tall with long legs. Now... Is that enough of an explanation? If the four of them had confided in you with regards to their relationships, then I knew they would have also told you who your real Dad was."

"I just don't bloody believe this... you figured all that out in a few days of knowing us and no one else ever has. Not just Ron and Peter... but my real Dad as well. That's just... just spooky. I guess I need to fill you in on the story."

"No... don't need to know and don't want to know. It's not my business Dawn, or anyone else's. No one will hear any of this from me... ever... I promise, and you know you can trust me."

Dawn let out a huge sigh. I felt her shudder.

"I've stuffed things up, haven't I."

"Why... what's changed?"

"Ten minutes ago, you were poking Priscilla with your fingers, and I was thinking about sucking your dick. Now look at me... I'm a mess and you probably can't wait to get away from my screwed-up family."

"Nah... still the same girl to me. It must have been a hell of a secret to live with."

"You can say that again. Please Tim, If I tell you about it and I might as well now... it might help... like when I told you about getting pregnant."

'Shit... here we go again' I thought to myself. "How long ago did you find out?"

"This happened just before I got pregnant. I was supposed to be away on a school trip, but we came home early because of a cyclone called 'Dinah'. Ron and Wendy were living here while their new house was being built and there was no one at home when Suzy's Dad dropped me off. Nea loved to run beside my bike, and I didn't have my car then. I'd just finished my learners license and turned 18 but Wendy didn't give me her car till a few weeks later, so I decided to bike up to the new house, to 'Amaroo'. It's a huge place and because I'd been away for a couple of weeks, I wanted to see the pool which was just about finished. Ron and Peter's cars were there but it was evening, and all the workmen had left. I thought I'd sneak around and scare them because they wouldn't know I was back. But it was me who got the fright. They were in the pool house both naked and Ron was fucking Peter in the bum."

"Holy hell Dawn. I can't even imagine what must have been going through your mind."

"Not a lot. Apparently, I fainted."

My heart went out to Dawn, and I squeezed her into my chest. I thought she might cry again but she just lay there cuddled into my arms. That must have been a hell of a shock to you. I didn't really want to know any more but at the same time was intrigued by her story.

"Dawn... we need to get a move on. I'm going to make us those coffees I promised and sort out the kitchen. Can you tidy up the bathroom and bedroom."

"Is that it... no more lovemaking?"

"I promise I'll make it up to you... just not right now."

"Okay... thank you. Tim... you know how I told you about everything in the cafe the other day, well that was huge for me... I felt like a new person once I was able to share that. Would you do the same again? If I told you the rest of this story it would be another secret that I wouldn't have to carry alone. Besides, you're probably confused as to how everything is now... I mean the four of them and me."

"Confused... that's putting it mildly. It really is none of my business Dawn, but you are now. If you think it will help again, then go for it... but later. Let's get moving."

"One more kiss."

Dawn's lips tasted of salty dried tears.

The truth was, I needed a bit of time to think. Dawn had dropped a bombshell. It wasn't so much about Ron and Peter, I'd already figured that out, and who was Dawn's father. It was more about the four of them and how they expected Dawn to exist normally within their promiscuous lives. Wendy and Linda both had no qualms about trying to get it on with me. I was a bit pissed off, not only with them, but also myself for becoming involved in the first place. I should have just buggered off at the first opportunity but my feelings for Dawn were undeniable and I didn't want to have to carry the guilt of abandoning her. It was no wonder that Dawn had got a bit screwed up over her sexuality and taken up with her gay art friends. That bloody octopus had more than one tentacle wrapped around me now.

Dawn to her credit had got her act together and sorted out the cottage. Sheets changed and in the washing machine and dryer, shower cleaned, and I'd managed to sort out the kitchen.

As we drove back down the driveway, we were and struggling to keep up behind him. Cassidy was a magnificent sight, and I sped up a bit, fascinated by the length of each of his leaps as he flew through the air beside us. Dawn tore open another bag of chips and fed them before unlocking the gate for me to drive through.

"Want me to carry on?"

"Only if you feel like it. We've only got about 15 minutes though before we'll be at the club." Dawn was obviously keen to continue her story.

"Okay. Well, as you can imagine all hell broke loose. When I came out of my fainting episode, Ron was carrying me to his car and hopped in the back seat with me while Peter drove us home. They wanted to put me to bed but I kept insisting I was fine and just wanted to be left alone. They wouldn't have a bar of it, and one or the other was with me all night until the next morning when Mum and Linda arrived back. They'd been on a shopping trip in Sydney and Peter had contacted them at their hotel and told them they had better high tail it home. I put up with them fussing over me for a couple of hours until I really got annoyed and yelled at them that I wasn't a little girl anymore and to tell me what the hell was going on. That shut them up and I guess the four of them had a long discussion while I took Nea for a walk for an hour.

When I got back, we sat around the dining table. Talk about looking guilty as they all tried to look normal while nicely smiling at me. I'd been thinking of the consequences when Mum and Wendy found out about Peter and Ron and had pretty much convinced myself that there would be a couple of divorces and wondering if I'd end up living in the house with Mum. It soon dawned on me that they knew all along.

Ron started off by telling me how sorry he was and how much they all loved me and never in a million years wanted to do anything that might hurt me... stuff like that. He was still a State Senator at that time and a good one too. People really liked him because he would genuinely try and help them with their issues and not just pawn them off. Then he told me how important it was that he and Wendy be seen as upstanding model citizens if they were to continue the work they were doing, and with their business success.

Peter tried to explain how it was that two men could love one another just like a man and a woman and stuff like that, but Wendy shut him down. I'll never forget what she said.

"For Christ's sake Peter, Dawn isn't a little girl anymore. I'm sure she knows all that." Then she got up and took my hands while kneeling beside my chair. "Dawn it's like this; I'm going to be totally honest with you. We should have talked to you about this ages ago and the four of us have no real excuse for not doing so. We were all a bit intimidated as to how you might react.

I love Ron more than anything else in the world and he adores me, he tells me that every day, but Ron and Peter also love one another. When they told your mother and I years ago of their feelings for one another we could have split up and gone our own ways but none of us wanted to do that. We are a great team together and the best of friends. As Ron has explained to you, for Ron to come out in the open it would have destroyed his political and business careers." Then she looked at the others and asked them if now was a good time to tell me everything. They all nodded but I could see they were all worried as hell.

"As you know Ron and I can't have children, we'd tried for years but the doctors told me there was no way I could conceive. We were desperate for our own child to love and had started considering adoption. That's when we asked your Mum if she could have a child that we could all share and Ron could be the father. Ron is your biological father, Dawn."

"Talk about a shock. I looked at Ron and he had tears rolling down his cheeks. I'd never seen him do anything like cry before. He's always been tough as nails. Mum started balling and Peter was staring at Ron like his heart had just been broken."

We were just about to enter the town, so I pulled the van off the side of the road and parked under a couple of trees. Dawn needed to finish her story, and I took her hand and squeezed it. Unlike in the cafe she didn't seem too upset.

"Wendy was trying her best to smile at me and I guess they were waiting to see as to how I might react. I've got to admit my head spun a bit but at least I didn't faint this time." Dawn gave a little laugh.

"What did you do?"

"I got up and stood there for a while looking at each of them, then I went around, stood behind Mum and put my arms around her. She just kept bawling her eyes out and rubbing my arms. When she stopped, I went over to Ron, sat in his lap and hugged him with my arms around his neck. The others left us like that, me hugging Ron for God knows how long and his arms around me felt like the best thing in the world. We didn't say a thing to one another but every so often he kissed the top of my head as he rocked me."

"Christ Dawn... you're going to make me cry in a minute. One thing I don't understand. How did your Mum and Peter get together?"

"They told me all about that later that night. I didn't understand that part either. Peter has always been a cool Dad to me, and him and Mum had always slept in the same room. I thought everything was normal. When Mum agreed to having me with Ron as the father, Peter and Mum weren't married, just friends, and they all decided that having me, needed to look normal and respectable, not just a surrogate birth. Ron and Peter had been lovers for a while and Wendy and Mum had been besties ever since they could remember. They all did everything together and Mum says she loves Peter but in a plutonic way. So, the four of them decided that if Peter married Mum it would look like a normal mother father upbringing for me and that's what happened."

"Have you ever found yourself in a situation where things don't quite add up then suddenly, an explanation comes along, and you think to yourself how dumb you were not to figure that out? Well, that's how I felt at the time. Wendy told me she still sleeps in the same bed as Ron. They adore each other. When all this happened, they had set out rules. Mum and Wendy were free to satisfy whatever needs they might have, but not around here and they had to be one hundred percent discreet about any liaisons they might have. Those shopping trips they are always taking, are not just about shopping. I thought why Ron and Peter spent so much time together was because of work. Often Peter will stay over at 'Amaro' because they were supposedly working late, and Wendy and Mum travel away 'shopping' at least once a month.

That's where Rebecca, Wendy's secretary comes into it. She travels a lot and checks out potential partners for them, professional males... you know gigolos, who won't know them and can be trusted. Wendy said she is very good at her job and will often drop little titbits of scandal to see if it will go any further."

"Does that mean she sleeps with them first?"

"I guess so."

"How did all this affect you; it must have screwed with your head a bit?"

"From a selfish point of view, it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. For a few weeks I was spoilt rotten, and I think it was a bit of a wakeup call for them as well. If I wanted to, I could have been a real bitch, but I was no longer treated as a kid and even went on shopping trips for the new house, I mean proper shopping trips to Bali and even to the US. Ron and Peter even took me away on some business trips. I visited some cool art galleries.

I felt a bit sorry for Peter and still call him Dad but call my real Dad Ron. Things couldn't have been better until... well... you know what happened. Wendy gave me my car which meant I had a bit of independence, but I fucked that up. I started going to a few parties and that's where I met that prick Karl. Mum and Wendy expressed their concerns about him but that's where I was a dumb bitch and told them to butt out.

What happened after that must have been confusing for them. When they came back from their trip, it didn't matter how hard I tried to be normal... I just couldn't, and even though each of them tried to find out what was going on I wouldn't let on. I guess I was conditioned by then to keeping things to myself. They had emphasized how disastrous it could be if I ever I confided to Suzy or anyone else about their relationships and I was just as determined to keep quiet about what had happened to me. That could also be disastrous. Well... that was until you came along anyway. The one saving grace is that I never told you... you guessed it... or figured it out."

"I don't know whether to be happy or sad for you."

"Happy please. Look how lucky I am. Three houses and two sets of parents. Now that I've finally got over that sex thing... having a cock in my pussy thanks to you, I know I'm going to get back to being Dawn. You told me you were worried about them running my life if I didn't stick up for myself. Well, you just watch me, that's not going to happen.

I laughed and she grinned at me. "Good for you."

"One day, if Karl isn't around anymore, I think I might tell them what happened. I think I owe them that for all the worries I've caused them, but now I know he's my father I'm worried what Ron might do to him. Ron would probably put out a contract on him or do the job himself." Dawn laughed.

"That sounds to me like a good plan. Hopefully I encouraged Karl to think about pissing off."

Dawn shuffled over onto the engine cowling, and we kissed.

"Whew... thanks for listening Tim. That's another load off my chest... just hope I don't get the guilts about breaking my promises to them."

"Coming to the surf club with me, or home.?"

"I better get home. I told Katy I'd pick her up so that she can pick out something of mine to wear tonight. She's nervous as hell but I really like her. I never really knew her at school, but I think we might become good friends. I hope Mum's not home, she's going to be nosy as hell. She thinks you're the cats' whiskers."

"Just act mysterious... it will drive her nuts."

Dawn laughed. "Good idea. She's got this camera in the kitchen so she can see who comes and goes. I'll just hop out and slam the door and you drive off like you're in a huff. By the way mister... I still wouldn't mind having a try at a blowjob and I still want to watch how you do 'Jelly Jinks'. Shit... that sounds a bit crude doesn't it."

"Okay," I laughed. "But don't slam Annabelle's door, she might be the one who gets in a huff, besides... the door might fall off."

"Oh... sorry Annabelle." Dawn giggled and patted the dashboard.

Dawn's mother was home. Linda appeared at the door just as I pulled out of the driveway. In my rear vision mirror I saw her give me a bit of a wave. I didn't have the heart to put my foot down and roar up the street. Annabelle didn't deserve that, but I was grinning to myself as Dawn carrying her bag, walked straight through the door past Linda.

The carpark was almost full again as I pulled up to the surf club. I threw on a clean shirt and wandered up onto the hill beside the club where I'd first met Wendy, to check out the surf. I needed a surf badly. Entering the ocean cleared my mind of everything, and I could do with that right now as my head was buzzing with what Dawn had just told me, but there were only barely rideable waves. On the grass in front of the club. Roger had about 25 kids sitting in a semi-circle around him facing the ocean. There were nearly as many adults, mostly Mums, listening to what he was saying to the kids. I guess he was telling them about rips and how to avoid or use them. I recognized a lot of the kids and Mums from yesterday's registration day.

I needed to say goodbye to Roger and wandered down to stand at the back of the group. A couple of the mothers noticed me, and I returned their smiles.

"Okay take your time and don't bust your boilers. When I say go, I want you to warm up before we go for a swim. Just jog along the beach to the old pavilion and back. Go."

Kids don't know how to jog, they either run flat out or walk. The parents were laughing as the whole mob of them jumped up and tore off along the beach. Roger turned around shaking his head and smiling, then saw me and wandered over.

"How are you mate? Heard you sorted out that prick Karl last night. Good job Tim. Caught him a few times down here causing trouble. Told him to fuck off or he'd be dealing with me or Jacko. Truth is I wouldn't have minded sorting him out myself, but I like my job." Roger was smiling at me.

I shook my head. "Shit mate... news travels fast around here. Yeah... I hope you don't think I go around smacking people over for the hell of it. Without going into the reasons why, he got what he deserved. Maybe I've saved Jacko a job and that piece of shit might think about moving on."

"I know you well enough that you would have had good reason. The whole town will probably have heard about it by tonight, but I don't think it will hurt your reputation. Listen mate while you are here, could you do me a favor?"

"Anything Roger."

"Good... I'm about to take the new 'Nippers' for their first swim. Normally I have a couple of adults or older members to help, but they are all at a surf carnival in Brisbane. Could you go 'tail end Charlie' and help with any stragglers? I know some of them already, but there are a few I've never met before and don't know whether they can swim properly or not. I'll set the pace to slow down any 'Dawn Frasers', but a couple of them look a bit nervous."

"You're not going to make me wear 'Speedos' and a cap are you. These Mums would die laughing if they saw my white thighs."

"Nah... bit worried we might have a stampede when you take off your shirt though. You wouldn't believe how many of them have asked after you. Lucky bastard."

The last of the kids had returned to the beach in front of the club. Some were puffing a bit but were all soon standing in anticipation in front of Roger. I doubt that there wasn't a pair of eyes that didn't follow me as I made my way onto the beach minus my shirt that I'd put on one of the beach chairs and stood next to Roger. Then I became aware that most of the adults had followed us onto the beach. Roger introduced me to the kids then warned them that if any of them tried to swim faster than him, it was my job to catch them and fill their mouths with crabs and seaweed. The kids laughed nervously as I pretended to scowl at them.

"Okay. This time when I say go... it's out around the first buoy up to the second and back to the beach. Not a race and remember... Tim can swim like a fish. Let's go."

With splashes and screams of glee the kids waded out behind Roger. I felt like a sheepdog as I followed behind. I could see straight away that one of them was going to struggle. As they started swimming, this little girl, I guess she was seven or eight, thrashed away frantically for a few yards then treaded water as she watched in despair while the others swam away from her.

I breath stroked up beside her. "Hiya. What's your name?"

"My name is Alicia Robinson." She was having no problem treading water.

"Nice to meet you Alicia Robinson, can I swim with you?"

"Okay." She took off again thrashing the water for another few yards before stopping.

"Alicia... do you want to play a trick on the other kids?"

"Aha." She seemed to like this idea.

"Okay. If you hop on my back and hold onto my shoulders, we can sneak up on the other kids and they won't know."

"Okay."

Alicia was a lightweight and I hardly felt her on my back as I swam up behind the trailing swimmers. I heard and felt her giggling on my back then gently kicking, urging me on.

"Go Mr. Tim... go."

"We've got to stay back here Alicia and look after some of the others. Some of them might not be very good swimmers."

"Oh... I was hoping we might win."

"It's not a race Alicia. How about this. After we go around this next buoy, I'll swim you into the middle of the other kids and you can hop off and swim the last little bit by yourself."

"Okay."

With Alicia now splashing her way to shore, I held back and checked the rest of the swimmers made it safely before exiting the water.

I got a wave from two women on the beach. Alicia was excitedly jumping up and down in front of them pointing back to me. She came running back towards me.

"Thanks, Mr. Tim... mum says to say thank you."

"Your welcome Alicia."

"She grinned up at me, turned and took off again but unfortunately wasn't looking and ran straight into her mother who had walked down to us.

"Oops... I'm alright Mum." Alicia was anticipating her mother's question before it came.

"Hi... I'm Gracie... Alicia's Mum." She held out her hand to me.

Roger gave a sharp whistle, and Alicia and the rest of the kids took off again to form a group around him.

"Hi, I'm Tim."

"Oh, we all know who you are. You're quite the topic of most conversation around here. Apparently, you are responsible for more than a few pairs of damp panties amongst the mothers. You wouldn't believe what some of them were suggesting they would do to you. I can see now what all the fuss is about, and I'm the lucky one who's got an excuse to check you out thanks to Alicia."

I'm normally quick on the uptake but there was something about this lady that had me stumbling for words. During my life, and I'm not just talking about up to this point, I could count on one hand the number of times I had met those special women. Women who exuded total and complete sexiness in their bearing, mannerisms and personality. I was looking at the first of them and I would meet another within a year. (Fire and the Redhead). It was her eyes that told the story. Dark brown penetrating eyes that seemed to be having a conversation of their own as well as what she was saying to me. They were telling me she was aroused, wanton, and she was offering me to fuck her. I had to drag my eyes from hers, yet I'd thought I could out stare anybody up to that point. If there was such a thing as being fucked by someone's eyes, she had just done it to me.

Gracie wasn't a Dawn or a Wendy. She didn't have an athletic body, but neither was she overweight. Dark hair to her shoulders framed a lovely face. Her lips seemed a little bit fuller than they should and they spoke volumes. I would love to draw or sketch her. Whether I could capture those eyes would be challenging. She wore a green sundress which appeared to be standard apparel for most women in the town and showed enough of her 34- or 35-inch tits to add to her provocativeness, and it was short, which showed off nice legs. I guess Gracie was in her mid-twenties.

"Do you approve?"

"Aw shit Gracie... I'm sorry... didn't mean to stare. I'm a portrait artist. I love women who have interesting faces and please don't be offended but yours is exceptional."

"Oh really!" Gracie was subduing a smile. "And just what is exceptional about it?"

"Talk about putting me on the spot... honestly Gracie... at the risk of being accused of being a pervert, you have probably the sexiest persona of anyone I've ever met."

"Surfer, swimmer, musician, lifesaving hero, hitman, and now you're trying to tell me you're an artist as well... sounds like a bit of a line to me. I'm surprised you would need to try that. You have eyes that would melt any girl's heart." Gracie was still smiling.

"Ah... go easy on the 'hitman' please Gracie, there are kids around. Anything you don't know about me?"

"Only what's in your pants... do you think you might be able to enlighten me with that?"

I grinned. "Sounds like a line to me. Look sorry Gracie, I'd love to spend time with you, I'd especially love to sketch your face and eyes, but I'm leaving in about an hour or less. Gracie... talking about eyes... there are about fifteen Mums and Dads with theirs riveted on us at the moment, perhaps we'd better finish this conversation now before more rumors start flying."

"What I was thinking wouldn't take an hour though I wouldn't mind if it did. Sure you can't delay your departure. I don't normally make offers like this, but my husband disappeared with some slut from the Mount Isa mines a few months ago and I'm desperate for it. Don't think being desperate means any man though, but my sister up there nearly wet herself when she saw you. I wasn't far behind her."

"I'm sorry Gracie, but thanks for the offer. By the way, Alicia is a great kid, might need some swimming lessons though."

"I know... but she was insistent to give it a go. Not a lot of facilities at Mount Isa."

"Oh." I laughed. "It's been nice meeting you."

We wandered back up the beach. My initial thought was maybe twins when I got close to Gracie's sister but realized that she was a bit younger. She didn't have the fire in her eyes that Gracie did and was obviously disappointed when I said goodbye and headed along to join Roger.

"Thanks mate." Roger had sent the 'Nippers' on another run along the beach. "Sometimes you feel a bit of pressure when you're responsible for so many little lives. I see you met our Gracie."

"Yeah, nice lady."

"And hot as hell. Poor old Gracie... married a dickhead who was full of himself, dragged her with him out to the middle of the country then fucked off with someone else. Alot of guys in this town are back and forth with jobs in the mine fields, that's why there are so many Mums without Dads here today, but that wanker insisted she go with him. The guys do their apprenticeships then head out to make their money at the mines. It's tough on girlfriends and wives. Wendy is looking after her though, the Dawsons gave her a job in their Real Estate office. Are you on your way Tim?"

"Hate to say it but yes mate... need to make tracks. Might be around for a day or two so I may catch up with you again, but it looks like I'll be staying with the Dawsons. Apparently, there is a little bay with an insane wave at the end of their property. Hopefully there is enough swell to make it fire up. Are Lorna and Katie around?"

"'Impossibles'. That's what the wave is called. We've had to rescue a few people over the years trying to paddle around to it. The rip out from the point when it's big enough to work, is treacherous. A few guys use boats to get there, but you'd probably have it to yourself. I. checked the forecast this morning and there is a bit of new swell due. You might be in luck.

It's the girl's day off, probably just as well. They think the world of you mate and at the risk of sounding like a soft prick... we all do. It's not just what you and Jono did for Wendy, but it's just been a pleasure having you around. We're going to miss you mate. Listen Tim... you and Jono are up for bravery awards."

"What the hells that about?"

"Got a call from Lifesaving Australia. It seems that what you guys did wasn't only local news but went out to other papers as well. My report to the association when they get it, is going to be forwarded to the 'Royal Humane Society'. That means it's a no brainer. I wouldn't normally say anything, but I want to warn you now because no one will know where you are. Do us a favor mate and keep in contact either with me or Ron and Wendy. We'll need to know where Jono is too. Don't think for even a second about giving me any crap like you were only doing what anyone would, you deserve it."

"Bloody hell. Could do without the fuss Roger... umm okay. Jono will be tickled pink, but I won't say anything to him... or anyone else. Mean a lot to my Mum and Dad, and my family as well. I probably won't be around though Roger, got to head home before university starts."

"Might be a good excuse to get you back over here. It's a big deal, usually at Government House."

The 'Nippers' were arriving back from their run.

"Now you're scaring me," I laughed. "Might want me to get a haircut. Okay Roger, hopefully we'll catch up again, and thanks for everything mate, I'll never forget how you helped me out with the cops and umm... can you tell Lorna and Katie I'm going to miss them." I held out my hand.

"No problem. Now, fuck off will you, before the kids see a grown man with a tear in his eye."

Heading up to the club I went to grab my shirt, but it wasn't where I left it. Hunting around the beach chairs and tables found no sign of it. 'Bugger' I thought. I couldn't believe anyone would just pinch it. Maybe in a public place but not here at the club.

I needed to shower and quickly rinsed off under the outside showers before they became inundated with kids. Ever since Roger had told me about the rule, I had been conscious about wearing a shirt inside the club, so headed to the van and found another to wear, still annoyed about losing one, and one of my favorites at that. A proper shower and shave were on the agenda, plus I needed to check out the bunk room, change and wash the sheets and pillowcases. Back in the bunk room I stripped my bed and re-made it. The club house suddenly became noisy with the sounds of excited kids. Trestle tables had been set up and an array of home cooking and paper cups filled with soft drinks was being laid out as I started to head back downstairs to the bathroom block, when suddenly Alicia appeared in front of me.

"Mr. Tim, my Mummy says she found your shirt. She said to find you and show you where it is. You've got to come with me Mr. Tim."

"Oh, thank you Alicia."

Alicia kept looking back to ensure I was following as we descended the stairs then outside through the back doors towards the surf boat garage. I knew straight away I was being set up, and I didn't have time for this. Alicia could have just brought me my shirt.

"In here Mr. Tim." Alicia ducked through the side door to the b0at garage. "Found him Mum."

The garage was empty, I guess the surf boats were down at the carnival in Brisbane. Standing at the far end were Gracie and her sister. Gracie had my shirt in her hand and as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw both her and her sister smiling at me with somewhat guilty faces.

"Good girl Alicia. Now aunty Sharon is going to take you upstairs for cookies and a drink while I talk to Tim."

"Okay... Bye Mr. Tim."

I crossed my arms and looked up at the ceiling as Sharon took Alicia's hand to lead her back out of the garage."

"Goodbye Alicia." I waited a few seconds until they were out of earshot as a grinning Sharon departed with Alicia. "That's a rotten trick Gracie... using your daughter like that. Come on hand it over. Honestly, I don't have time for this."

Gracie just held up my shirt, waving it at me back across her shoulder, as she turned and headed through a door on the side of the garage, her hips and dress swinging provocatively. Common sense told me to walk away, but I wanted my shirt back and wasn't giving up that easily. I stood at the door of what was obviously a maintenance workshop. Oars and other boat pieces were stacked on the walls and benches. Although it was dimly lit, I could see Gracie staring back at me with those wicked dark eyes holding mine. She now had my shirt tucked between her knees.

"If you want your shirt... you can fuck me for it."

Even Gracie's voice was sexy yet subtle as she pushed aside the straps of her dress and pulled down the top releasing her tits. They were round and firm without any sign of sag. She was obviously aroused, the nipples hard and Gracie continued to stare at me with those bewitching eyes and that smile that spoke volumes, as she took the shirt from between her knees and draped it over her shoulder. Lifting her dress, she skimmed a pair of blue panties down her legs before stepping out of them and holding them up.

"You can have these as well if you like."

"Gracie... I'm flattered but like I've told you, not today."

"Then stop talking, come over here and fuck me... you can do it as quick as you like but you can't convince me that a healthy young stud like you isn't up for a free fuck. My pussy is already wet and waiting, so come on Tim... help a girl out."

Gracie shuffled back to the work bench behind her, and placing her palms on the edge, then jumped, to end up sitting with her legs spread and facing me. There was only one window in the workshop but enough light to clearly see Gracie's pussy as she wriggled her arse to pull her dress from under her and tuck it around her waist, then grabbing the T shirt and lifting her backside, she sat on it.

"There's only one way you are going to get it now."

'Bugger' I thought to myself. I sure as hell didn't need a fuck. I just wanted to be on my way and out of there. I considered whether I should physically lift Gracie out of the way and grab my shirt but had no idea how she might react. Last thing I needed was a pissed off girl who might make a scene if she didn't get her way. Where we were was a risk in itself. Anyone could walk in and catch us, but the one saving grace (excuse the pun) was that everyone was away at the carnival. I just hope Roger was pre-occupied with the 'Nippers' and their Mums.

Then there was Gracie, and I'd be lying to say she didn't do anything for me. I found her intriguing. Just the way she talked was so bloody sexy that I'm sure Ron and Wendy were onto a winner by giving her a job in Real Estate. This girl could probably sell ice to Eskimos.

Gracie was smiling at me but perhaps with a little trepidation not knowing what I might do, as I closed the door behind me. There was no lock. I wandered over to her and my cock started to harden in my shorts. It was almost telling me 'Thank God you've made your bloody mind up'.

"I was wondering there for a while, but I can see you like what's on offer. Come on Tim... I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"Keep your voice down please Gracie... Whisper."

I was still a bit pissed at Gracie, and her sister for that matter. I don't go around screwing chicks or trying to seduce them at every opportunity. Gracie and her eyes had fascinated me from the 'get go', but more from the artist in me than just wanting to fuck her. The last girl who I had just fucked two seconds after being presented with a pussy was Anne, my local 'town bike', and that was my first fuck. I had been so randy and excited, that I probably started cumming as soon as my cock bottomed out in her pussy.

That seemed like a distant memory. Since then, a little older and wiser, I'd discovered that I adored women, enjoying exploring, finding their erotic zones. It gives me as much pleasure to have a girl or woman cum by playing with her, using fingers or tongue as it does by me unloading my cock up a pussy or wherever else she might like it. Case in point was the frustration with Dawn as she continually indulged in her fantasies hindering me from being able to show her that making love wasn't just about cocks in pussies. I like making love and Gracie just wanted a straight-out fuck.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I had an opportunity to check out what Gracie was offering. The dark pubic hair of her pussy wasn't just a wild bush but was trimmed and neat. There was a hint of moisture already on her pussy lips and she opened her legs even wider, knowing I was checking her out, no doubt confident that I'd finally given in to the inevitable. Her pussy lips weren't like Dawns' or Linda's which were tight and tucked, but neither were they big and loose. Pulling the string on my boardshorts, Gracie let out a little sigh as they dropped to my feet followed by my still damp underpants.

"Oh God yes... and I know it's going to get bigger. Come here Tim please... I want to feel you in my hand."

If Gracie had asked me to do a handstand while juggling balls with my feet. I would have. That voice of hers was irresistible and I shuffled over to her, determined to keep my pants around my feet in case I needed them in a hurry. It must have looked a bit comical because Gracie giggled. It lined up perfectly with her pussy as she took my rapidly hardening cock in her hand jiggled it as though testing its weight and started to gently pull on it. Within seconds I was as hard as I ever was. Gracie sensed I was as big and hard as I was going to get and guided my cock between her lips, then with a hand on the small of my back pulled me into her. Her knees came up onto my hips and her arms went up under mine. Gracie gripped my shoulders as soon as the tip of my cock penetrated her pussy. She was wet, and aroused enough that with a bit of pressure, my shaft slid slowly into her. With her head now tucked into my shoulder and her tits pressing into my chest Gracie let out an audible gasp pulling on my backside with her calves.

"Good boy Tim... now show me what you can do with that big fat cock of yours." She whispered in my ear. "Fuck me like there is no tomorrow... I've waited for so long and at last I've got my pussy filled with a real man's cock. Show me what a good fucker you are Tim. Use me like a little slut." Gracie let go of my arms for a second and pulled the T-shirt I was wearing up and over my head and arms before dropping it on the floor.

The two best parts of fucking are the beginning and the end in my mind. That exquisite feeling and sensitivity as your shaft initially becomes slick enough to move freely in and out of a woman's pussy, and Gracie was wet enough that I was soon fucking with long deep strokes. If I hadn't had cum already so recently, I doubt I would have lasted long, as my cock and Gracie's pussy seemed to be the perfect fit, her pussy big enough that I didn't have to worry about hurting her as I sank deep enough that my balls touched her arse, not like Dawn's or even her mothers, where the pressure on my shaft had me trying to stop myself from cumming. I settled into a steady strong rhythm.

There is a saying that when you're having a wank, the most sensitive part of your body are your ears. 'Fear of being caught', and I was very aware of the risk of someone walking in on us. So, when I thought I heard a sound from in the garage I stopped and listened. Gracie seemed frustrated by this and increased her grip on both my shoulders and her legs on my hips.

"Hold on Gracie". My instinct was to pull out and reach for my pants, not that that would make any difference. It would be obvious to anyone walking into the workshop as to what we were doing. My heart skipped a beat as the doorknob turned. In a way I was hoping it might be Roger. He would probably just laugh and walk away, but it was Sharon's face that peeked shyly around the side of the door and grinned at us. Maybe she needed help with Alicia.

It's not often I get embarrassed but I'm sure I probably turned red as a beetroot. Pants down and cock in her sister's pussy while Gracie had a death grip on me, didn't seem to faze Sharon as she quietly shut the door behind her and made her way over to us.

"Angela said to pick Alicia up around five. Her and Ryan are taking Mandy out to visit her grandparents," Sharon quietly said, almost matter of factually, then looked between us at what she could see of my cock which had decided to start to shrink in its own accord but was still encased by her sister's pussy.

"Sharon has arranged a babysitter Tim. She wanted a fuck too if I managed to get you in here but can't risk getting pregnant. She just wants to watch. You can cum inside me though... I'm safe."

"Got any other surprises for me Gracie. I nearly shit myself."

"Sharon might... she said she'd suck your cock in the blink of an eye given half a chance."

"Gracie!!... that's embarrassing as hell. You didn't have to tell him that... Gracie said if she didn't get a fuck out of you, she was going to give up rooting and become a nun Tim."

I grinned. "I'm truly flattered girls but I'm out of here in five minutes, regardless."

At least the sisters were talking in whispers. Gracie dug her heels into my thighs. She wanted me to start fucking again, probably worried I might not like an audience. Within a few strokes I had stiffened back to where I was, but very conscious of Sharon who was taking more than a passing interest in proceedings. I didn't mind an audience; I'd had that before (Carol and Gwenda) and my mate Jack and I had fucked girls together (The Island). But Sharon wasn't standing back watching, she was right beside me as I started to up my tempo, which Gracie responded to by letting out little grunts and tightening her grip on me with arms and legs.

With Gracie's pussy as slick as it was, I figured I was giving her what she asked for 'a good fucking'. There had been no foreplay, and I had no inclination as to any of her erotic zones, so I just pumped into her, slowly increasing my pace hoping she might cum, and I could get out of there as fast as possible. With our chests locked together Gracie's tits were becoming wet with our combined heat causing sweat to dribble down between us. Gracie looked around at the bench behind her then let go of my shoulders and laid back. Her head was awkwardly jammed against the wall, and she grimaced. Lifting the small of her back, I pulled her towards the edge of the bench while pulling my T-shirt from under her and placing it under her head as a pillow. Gracie was precariously balanced until her grip on my waist released, and I helped her as she lifted her legs up onto my shoulders before resuming my fucking. I could now watch as my cock pumped in and out of Gracie, my pelvis pushing against the buns of her arse allowing me to get nice and deep and my balls were slapping against her arsehole again. Her clit pushed in and out between her pussy lips along with my cock. I also smelt the aroma of her arousal.

'Oh yes Tim... that feels so good... so fucking good... I've got a big fat cock filling me up Shar. Christ... it feels like heaven." Gracie grunted between thrusts.

I felt Sharon's hand on the small of my back. It travelled up and caressed my shoulders and neck. Glancing back, I saw Sharon had lifted the front of her dress and her other hand was either inside or rubbing the front of her panties.

"Wish it was me Gracie... it's so fucking hot... it's like a 'Pono Movie'. Fuck her good and proper Tim... make her take it all. You should fuck her in the mouth as well. God, I need something."

Like Gracie had before her, Sharon bent, then pushed a pair of white panties to the floor and stepped one foot out of them. She pushed down the top of her strapless sun dress with its in-built bra and her hand went to one of my wrists that were holding Gracie's hips. She pulled my arm back. I was now cupping the front of her sex as she stood next to me before spreading her feet apart, pulling my hand deeper between her thighs.

Sharon was wet enough that as I curled my finger, while my palm cupped her pussy. It easily slipped inside her hole, and I soon worked a second finger to join it, causing her to spread her legs wider.

'Second time today', I thought to myself.

"Lift your dress Shar... I want to see." Gracie had lifted her head off the bench and propped herself up on elbows, to watch her sister getting finger fucked as Sharon rolled then tucked the front of her dress up into her waist. "Oh God yes... that's so frigging hot... it's going to happen soon. Shars a dirty horny fucking slut Tim."

Like rubbing your tummy and patting your head at the same time, it took me a few seconds to adjust to the new rhythm, finger fucking Sharon's pussy and cock fucking Gracie simultaneously. Sharon put one arm around me holding and rubbing my chest, her other hand slid down across my stomach before her fingers spread into a V and slid either side of the base of my cock. Twisting her wrist she soon had a finger and thumb encircling me that bumped against Gracie's pussy, and I wasn't expecting what happened next. Sharon flicked her thumb up and placed it along the top of my cock as I pulled my shaft from Gracie. I hesitated, then slowly reinserted cock and thumb back into Gracie's cunt. Sharon moved her thumb alternatively each time I fucked into Gracie. flicking it against her clit before riding with my cock and forcing it up into the front of her sister's hole.

'God bless Australian women', I thought to myself. I was in no doubt as to how these sisters might satisfy their needs when their men weren't around.

Gracie started moaning, and even these moans sounded seductive as she started to throw her head from side to side. She was close, and I increased the pace and started to ram myself and Sharons thumb as deep as possible into her. When she came, she sat up dropping her legs and gripping my back again, then humped her pelvis into mine. The guttural yell she released turned into a staccato of grunts coinciding with each of her pelvic thrusts. Luckily, she had the common sense to yell with her mouth pressed against and muffled by my shoulder, otherwise anyone outside would have heard it. My cock was engulfed by a flood of cum. Gracie was a very wet woman, and I guess I should have expected that her pussy would exude the same traits as her persona.

Her sister humping and cumming on her hand seemed to now trigger Sharon who slammed her crotch with my fingers deep inside, against my thigh. She went up on tip toes then pushed herself as deep as she could onto my fingers which immediately became wet and warm with her cum while she continued to convulse against my hip. Removing her hand from between my cock and her sister's still occasionally convulsing pussy Sharon gripped my neck. Sharons fingers were wet against my skin with her sisters cum juice. Unlike her sister Shron just screwed up her face and squeezed her eyes shut to subdue any sound until finally she stopped cumming, my fingers and the palm of my hand were slimy with her cum juice.

Gracie had slumped back onto the bench, when I pulled my cock out of her. Sharon turned and held onto the edge of the bench as well, to catch her breath as my fingers slipped from her. I removed my T-shirt from beside Gracie's head then went to pull my shorts up, but Sharon made a grab at my hand to stop me.

"Where are you going?"

"Come on girls... I told you I was late already. You've had your fun... I'm out of here."

"You didn't cum did you. Did he cum inside you Gracie?"

"No... but that was the best fuck of my life... suck him off Shar like you said you wanted too... come on... I dare you. least we can do to thank him... I'll help."

I made to pull away, but Sharon grabbed at my still erect and very wet cock, then sank to her knees beside me. This was the first chance I'd had to get a good look at Sharon's tits, and they were awesome. Unlike her elder sister whose tits were rounded and symmetrical, Sharons tits were firm and pointed. The nipples jutted straight out, and she was clearly still aroused. Without even hesitating and with obviously no qualms about it still being wet and shiny with Gracie's cum, she pushed her lips over the head of my very sensitive shaft. Gracie sat up and giggled before joining her sister kneeling next to her. She pushed her sisters hand out of the way wrapped hers around me and started wanking my shaft while pushing more of it into her sisters' mouth.

"Fuck it good and proper Tim... she loves it don't you Shar."

I'm sure Sharon nodded her head before opening her mouth and taking a breath, then helped by Gracie's hand on the back of her head, took most of my slimy cock into her mouth and down her throat before backing off and sucking back and forth on the front end of my shaft.

I was turned on more so by the sight of two sets of lovely tits and two girls with their dresses tucked around their waists, than by watching my cock disappear into Sharon's mouth. Unable to stop myself if I'd wanted to, I started to fuck Sharon's mouth while placing my hands on the back of her head. This was pure lust on my part, and I felt the beginnings of my orgasm. Sharon sure knew how to suck cock and Gracie wanking me caused my balls to scrunch up ready to unload. Gracie grinned up at me obviously getting a kick out of watching me face fucking her sister.

"Cumming girls."

I'd expected Sharon to pull off me as I came, instead, she sucked deep onto me again, and with Gracie still wanking me as fast as she could with that part of me not inside Sharons mouth, I let out a groan, lent back, and fired off into Sharon's mouth. Sharon pulled off and swallowed two or three times, but I was still firing out cum, one stream of which hit Sharon's cheek causing her to squeal, the rest dribbling onto Gracie's hand until I couldn't stand the sensitivity anymore and I pushed her hand away.

"You dirty bitch Shar," Gracie was grinning at her sister as Sharon swallowed a few more times getting rid of the last of it, before turning to her sister. She grinned back then using her finger wiped the cum from her cheek which had also dribbled onto her chin and sucked her finger into her mouth.

"Says you, who's just been fucked stupid with your legs stuck up in the air. You told me to do it." They both giggled.

I made a grab for my shorts, but Gracie grabbed hold of me again. I thought for a second that she was going to try to resurrect my rapidly shrinking cock, but she picked up a pair of discarded panties and wiped both her hand and my cock with them.

"Gracie!!... those are mine." Sharon whispered indignantly at her sister.

"Tim might like them as a souvenir."

"Umm... I'm all good thanks girls." With shorts on, I grabbed my T-shirt off the bench and the one on the floor, bent and kissed each of the girls on the cheek, (making sure it was Sharons other cheek) then as I left the workshop, I waved my shirts back across my shoulder as Gracie had done to me earlier. I hoped I wouldn't forget the image of those electric eyes of Gracie's and her satisfied yet still lustful smile as she waved goodbye. I would try to recreate them at the first opportunity.

As I went outside through the side door of the boat garage, I caught a fleeting glimpse of Roger coming from the other direction carrying a stack of orange cones that they used for beach sprints. I pretended not to see him and hoped he had a sense of humor when he found the girls in the workshop. At least he hadn't caught me with my pants down.

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