Brotherly Love

Sometimes, working in my office can be difficult. It is a large open plan space. People shout from one end to the other, the phones ring almost constantly and my colleagues gather in groups to discuss projects. If I need to concentrate on something complex, I take my laptop to the local cafe. They have free Wi-Fi and the coffee is delicious. I'm a regular, like a number of the other customers.

On this particular day, all of the tables were occupied. The best option appeared to be a four seat table, with just one older lady sat at it. Head down, she was engrossed in a book.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Not at all. I'm waiting for my friend but she's running late."

A waitress came over, I ordered my usual black Americano. She returned a few minutes later and put the cup down, as I was setting up my laptop.

"Did you get a good look?" The woman said.

I'll explain here. With her head down and me stood over her, I had seen down her blouse. Small breasts with long nipples. It would have been difficult not to notice. I said nothing.

"Don't worry. I don't mind. If I didn't want people to look, I'd sit up straight, do up all of my buttons and wear a bra."

She smiled and returned to her book. I began work. Shortly afterwards, the woman's friend arrived. Of a similar age, she sat and the two began talking quietly. Even so close, it was less noisy than being in the office. I ordered a second coffee and just after it arrived the two women left. I went to pick up my coffee. Next to the cup, a business card. On the front, images of books, the text: Broads Bookshop, antique, collectable and specialist books, with an address and phone number. I could only assume that the woman had left it. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. A short while later, I'd finished work and checked my emails. While I finished my coffee, I pulled out the card and put the address into the online map. It was close by but down a side street I hadn't been down. There wasn't anything else in the street, I would have been interested in.

No time today. I would go and take a look on Saturday. According to the internet, she shop opened from 10am to 4pm on Saturdays. It actually only opened four days a week. I did my weeks shopping and my laundry in the morning. After lunch walked down the street, little more than an alleyway. The lights were on. I pushed open the door. Doing this hit an old brass bell, suspended above my head. The woman I had seen in the cafe appeared.

"Oh, hello. I didn't know if you would pick up the card. Welcome to Broads. I'm Beatrice."

"Beatrice Broad?"

She laughed.

"No. Molly who you saw the other day is American. In her parlance we are a couple of old broads. We own this place."

"Sorry."

"An easy mistake to make. I wondered if you would come. When you get to our age, it isn't every day that a handsome young man, shows an interest in you."

"I'll take the young part. I'm Michael"

I'm actually thirty five but it's all relative. I'm not so sure about the handsome bit. I'm average looking, tall and probably a bit too thin. I hadn't really taken much time in the cafe, to look at Beatrice. Long grey hair, scraped back and tied in a pony tail. She must have been stunningly beautiful when she was younger. Even now she is pretty. Thin and relatively tall.

"Let me guess. You aren't interested in Pliny the Elder, Herodotus or Jane Austen. I think based on the other day, our specialist section may be more to your taste."

She showed me through the shop. At the back, through a doorway, which must once have had a door, a room crammed from floor to ceiling with books.

"If you need any help, just let me know."

I scanned the shelves. A lot looked like incredibly old volumes. Leather bound spines, most with gold embossed titles. None of which gave any real indication as to the contents. The shelves were divided into fiction and non fiction. The former taking up the majority of the space.

I picked one at random. It had an anonymous author and was dated 1844. The story of a country gentleman having an homosexual affair with his valet. This was set out in explicit and extensive detail. I'm open minded. The descriptions of the oral and anal sex raised an eyebrow. I picked another. More modern, again anonymous and dated 1926. The description of a flapper girl's party time. Drink and drug fuelled sexual encounters with both men and women. Sometimes both. At one point she was gang banged in every orifice by more men than she could count. There were hundreds upon hundreds of these.

I moved to the non fiction section. Another random choice. 1896 a design and use manual. Not a Victorian DIY manual, something far more erotic. There were instructions on how to make an enormous variety of leather items. Straps, gags, cuffs, paddles, whips and a whole lot more. The second half, instructions with lithographic illustrations. How to bind, strap down and punish women.

Another volume written by a doctor and dated 1910. An extensive investigation of female masturbation. An in depth analysis of the techniques and instruments used, by different ethnic groups, in the far east. How on earth had someone managed to gather all of this detail. A lot of it seemed to be written from first hand observation. The actions of the women's fingers. Descriptions of the changes in the vulva, as they approached orgasm. What happened at the point of orgasm. The implements they used, every type of artificial phallus, household items, even tiny dildos for urethral masturbation. An interesting after note. Many of the women admitted to anal insertion but none were willing to demonstrate this, in the presence of the doctor. Clearly taboo in their society.

I must have been there for a while. I had no idea how long. Selecting, scanning and replacing books at random. I heard footsteps. I expected to see Beatrice. It was actually Molly. Shorter, than her friend, more rounded. Grey curly hair and a large pair of red framed glasses.

"Found anything interesting?"

"Everything. I'm a bit surprised that there is so much of it. More so, that the two of you have it. Some of this would have been classed as illegal pornography not so long ago."

"Some of it probably still is. There is some pretty sick stuff in some of them."

"So again, I'm wondering why the two of you have it all."

"Basically, we're a pair of horny old perverts."

I coughed. Which she found highly amusing. An old broad, shocking a young man. She went to a corner with some more modern books, in the non fiction section. Looking for something in particular, she found it and pulled out a book of photographs and handed it to me. I thumbed through it. A naked young woman in various poses. Some erotic, some verging on the pornographic others comical. Why this book. I looked more closely.

"This is Beatrice."

"Clever boy. I took those. It's how we met. We've been friends ever since."

"Friends?"

"Not what you are imagining. Yes, we live in the flat upstairs. We have our own rooms. Gorgeous isn't she. She could still pose now but won't publish anything."

"Come with me, let's talk."

I followed her back into the front of the shop. Beatrice was stacking some books. She saw me carrying a copy of their book. Molly opened a door marked private. Behind it a narrow staircase, which we ascended, stepping off at the first floor landing. The upstairs apartment was far lighter and brighter than the shop. The ground floor being in the shadow of the building opposite. Nice decoration and modernist furniture.

"Want a drink?" She said, pouring herself a glass of wine.

I nodded and and she poured me one. It was early for me but why not. I had nothing else to do that day. We sat on an expensive looking steel and leather sofa.

"What made you come here?"

"Curiosity. Beatrice thought nothing of the fact that I'd seen down her blouse. In fact she seemed to enjoy it. I didn't know if the business card was just a sales ploy or something more personal."

"Beatrice liked the look of you. Most of the men interested in the back room, are a lot older, scruffy and we wouldn't touch them with a barge pole. You are a lot younger and smarter than our usual customers. From the look on your face, she thought you could be interesting."

"Looking at this book, it's you two who are interesting."

She slid out a drawer in the low table our drinks were sat on. She pulled out a book and gave it to me. More of her photos of Beatrice. These weren't published but were 8"x10" photographs. She said that she had a darkroom in the basement, below the shop. She carried on taking shots and developing them herself. These ones were a lot more recent. The publication date in the book was thirty years ago. These looked to be taken within the last couple of years. Apart from the hair colour there was little difference in her body. Breasts a little more saggy, her pubic hair lighter and a lot more sparse. The shots far more explicit. An album for themselves? She was using dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, anal beads. A few pages on, some extremely arousing pictures of her in rope bondage, a large knot at the entrance to her vagina. More bondage shots, leather and latex.

"You're still doing things like this?"

"Yes. Those are from last year. Her body is still amazing isn't it."

"Are they just for you two? You should publish some of these. I'd buy them."

"Beatrice is adamant that she doesn't look good enough anymore."

"You're more than friends or model and artist. Aren't you."

"Not really. We masturbate each other occasionally, when we get desperate. That's as far as it goes. It just feels better than doing it yourself."

"Ready to be put off your drink?"

She pulled out a magazine and another book. The magazine was dated two years ago. It was full of naked old women, some in hardcore action with younger men. Two thirds of the way through, I stopped. I looked over at Molly and back to the magazine. It was her. She nodded. Large round breasts, sagging, pale pink nipples pierced with large rings. A belt like tattoo round her middle, made up of flowers and leaves. Her pussy shaved and her clit looking like a tiny dick poking out. She was definitely chubby but not fat. No overhang on her belly. The poses began standing front and rear. Her bum showing a few signs of cellulite but nothing much. As I moved on, laying on her back, pulling apart her large labia. The final couple of pictures showed her holding the cock of a well hung black guy and sucking his knob.

"Why would that put me off my drink. That's incredible."

I handed it back to her and started to go through the book. She told me that most of these were taken by Beatrice, or using a remote control or self timer. Some similar bondage shots to those in the other book. The sex toy shots involved larger toys. Something that shocked me, a series of shots showing a whole hand disappearing inside her pussy.

"Beatrice?"

She nodded.

"That's a bit more than masturbating."

The final few showed, what appeared to be, the guy she'd been with in the magazine. Although he had a white guy with him, who seemed to be equally gifted. She sucked and fucked them, including a couple of double penetration pictures.

"They were brilliant. Only in their twenties. Their cocks were permanently hard."

"If either of you are expecting me to compete with them, you are going to be disappointed."

"Beatrice doesn't like big. I don't care what you've got, as long as it isn't smaller than my clitoris and you know how to use it. Beatrice seems to have guessed right."

I had totally lost track of time. I had spent quite a long time skimming through the books and probably as much up here with Molly. Beatrice came upstairs. It must have gone past 4pm.

"I saw you with the book. You've seen a bit more than my nipples. You got a good look at what I used to have. I see my indiscrete friend, has shown you what I have now."

She looked at the magazine and Molly's book on the table.

"Time to complete the set"

"No. Bea!"

Molly lurched forward but too late, to stop Beatrice taking a book from the other draw in the table. She wedged herself between Molly and myself and gave me the book. Pictures of a young Molly. They looked quite professional. No piercings or tattoos. A fantastic body. Hourglass figure. Her tits looked incredibly firm, not a hint of sag. On her hands and knees looking at the camera, her breasts hanging down looked huge. Even back then, she was shaved. I don't think it was the fashion then. A lot of these could easily have been published. Some of the others not so much. He clit stuck out in the new pictures. In a couple of these, she was masturbating it. It was double the size. The next shots showed it tied with a bow, a piece of ribbon round it.

Looking over, her face seemed to display an odd expression. Embarrassment or anger? It was hard to tell. I carried on. More bondage pictures. This time her large tits bound tight, showing hints of purple from the blood. Then a bit of a shock. Molly's large clit entering the vagina. of a woman equally well equipped. The final couple of images, the two women in a 69 sucking each others distended clits.

"Why didn't you want me to see? You looked great then. You are still fabulous now."

"Because, I get depressed looking at how my body has changed. I've tried to forget what I once looked like. Also, the other woman is my sister. She took most of the pictures. The last couple are old style cable release. You can just see it if you look carefully. Have you ever had sex with your brother or sister? It's not exactly normal."

"My big sister caught me wanking. She just stood there watching. She flashed her shaved pussy at me and I shot my jizz everywhere. She thought it was hilarious. I was incredibly embarrassed and worried she would tell our mum. It only happened once. As you say, not the best feeling but I've come to terms with it. We laugh about it now. She calls me quick draw and I call her baldy."

Beatrice took the book off me and handed it to Molly, who put all of them away. Beatrice went and got herself a glass of wine and topped up our glasses. I took a few sips.

"You have me here. You have shown me a lot more, than any woman I've ever known. I'm extremely interested in your books. Those here and the ones in the shop. I'm still a little uncertain about what you want."

"I would have thought that it was obvious by now. Rubbing your fanny only goes so far, to scratch the itch. You have seen that we like things fairly kinky. It has been difficult to find anyone, who we like the look of, who is willing to have sex with a couple of saggy old women. I had the feeling from the look on your face, in the cafe, that you might be interested."

I have no idea what expression I had on my face, when I looked down her blouse. Shock, surprise, excitement. I've never had a relationship with anyone, more than a few years older than me. Now I'm entertaining the thought of a lot older but also with two women. What are their expectations? What are mine?

"Where are our manners. You must be hungry. Let us take you to dinner. No need to decide anything now."

We left through the shop, Beatrice locking up. They took me to a nice local restaurant. I'd taken one of my girlfriends there, a couple of years ago. The food is excellent, the atmosphere charming. We ate and drink. The food was every bit as good as I remembered. When we had finished, I offered to pay. They wouldn't hear of it. Molly paid and we began walking back to the shop. On the way back Beatrice told me quietly, that Molly's family were incredibly well off. She didn't need to do the magazine shoots, she loved the access to the men. She also helped keep the bookshop going. Occasional sales of very expensive books helped too.

They invited me in. I readily accepted. After all, I had left Molly's photo book of Beatrice in their living room. I definitely wanted to pay them for it. Up the stairs back to the lounge. I asked them about the book. They had kept a couple of copies for themselves. The one I'd picked up was for sale. Beatrice offered it to me free of charge but I insisted on paying and handed over the cash.

They rose and walked towards the stairs. I tagged along behind. When we reached the top floor, Beatrice turned on the bathroom light. She told me there were some new toothbrushes, in the top drawer. She went to get me a towel. Molly apologised for the feminine scent of the shower gel. Behind the bathroom door, was a set of drawers, about two feet high and eight inches wide. In the top one as promised several toothbrushes, still in their packets I picked one. On the window ledge above the basin, some toothpaste. Beatrice returned with a large multi coloured towel. I got undressed and showered. I had thought one or other of them would be watching but they left me to it.

I dried off and picked up my clothes. There was one other light on, I went towards it. Stood in the doorway, I got a view of a nice looking bedroom and Beatrice and Molly naked inside. They looked just like the photos I'd seen, with one exception. Beatrice was now shaved. She noticed me staring.

"It got so thin, Molly whipped it off."

They walked past and went to the bathroom. Did they shower together? I supposed it was a distinct possibility. While they were gone I folded my clothes and put them on a wooden chair, draping the damp towel over the back of it. The bed looked large. King size? Whatever the dimensions, I lay on it, shuffling to the middle. The two of them returned, naked. Molly picked up my towel and took it back to the bathroom.

Beatrice got on to the bed, kneeling down she kissed my lips. Raising up and turning, she seemed to be inspecting my cock. As I had made clear to Molly, I'm not hung like the guys in her pictures. Just average, six inches, circumcised. I keep my pubes well trimmed. I tried shaving at the request of an ex girlfriend, it's not for me. She ran her hand gently across my balls and up my shaft. Molly returned and knelt on the end of the bed looking up towards me. What did they have planned in this configuration.

Beatrice leant forward. Her stroking had got me hard. She took my shaft in her hand and aimed it at her mouth. Her lips slid down across the purple skin, until my knob was engulfed. I defy any man not to love a blowjob, no matter who is doing it. She was good. Plenty of years to practice. With her bent forward by my side, I had a great view of her slim bottom. Her anus and pussy clearly visible. Unsure what she would want, I ran my hand across her buttocks and down the outside of her thigh. I was really getting in to her sucking. Just then it stopped. She sat up, stroking her hand across my chest. Her mouth was replaced by Molly's. Different. She took the whole length of my dick into her mouth in one go, before rising up slowly.

They continued to swap places. Every time they sensed me getting too worked up, they backed off. No quick draw these days. As Beatrice bent forward the second time, I could see her pussy lips glistening. She was getting wet. I ran the backs of my index and middle fingers along her slit. A noise from her throat, as she continued to suck. How often had the two of them done this? And with how many men? I was just glad they were doing it with me.

Molly on completing her latest suck moved up the bed. She lifted her right leg giving me a close up view of her large meaty pussy and clit. She was dripping juices. The knee she raised, went across my left shoulder. The other one on my right. My head was pinned between her thighs. He clit stood out proud. Her fingers pushed it down to my lips.

"Come on you naughty boy. We showed you how. Suck it!"

I had pleasured several women with my mouth. I'd never seen or touched a clit this size. I began sucking gently. Was this what it was like, giving a blowjob. I didn't have time to think more. Beatrice had mounted my lap and her pussy made contact with the tip of my cock. She lowered herself really slowly. God, she was as small and tight as Molly was large and loose. I pushed my hand down and felt her lips tight around my cock. I moved my fingers towards her clit. She pushed them away. She began to ride me slowly. Molly was definitely enjoying having her clit sucked. It was at least a couple of inches long. I could hear Beatrice too. I presumed that they had been together for so long they knew each other inside out.

Molly's hands gripped the top of my head and pulled hard. The tip of my tongue just inside her vagina, her clit fully inside my mouth. Beatrice bottomed out on my cock. I felt an occasional fingernail brush my pubes. Rubbing her clit to match her friend. The orgasm when it came, you could only call it one, was explosive. The three of us came simultaneously. Molly more vocal than the two of us.

"AHHH! FUCK! DON'T STOP!"

I grunted repeatedly as I came inside Beatrice. The muscle contractions as she came were actually painful. No wonder she didn't avail herself of Molly's well hung contacts. Beatrice didn't move. Like me, done. Molly on the other hand was flooding my mouth with her juices.

"I'm close, close. Uuuuuuw!"

Jerking backwards to relieve the pressure on her clit. It was twitching up and down before my eyes. She finally released me. Turning and propped up, at the head of the bed, she looked at her friend. I could finally see Beatrice. Clamped tight as I was, there was nowhere for the blood to go. I was still hard. Almost painfully so. Taking a nipple in one hand, she began pinching. Her other hand working her clit. It didn't take long for her to cum again.

"Fuuuuu!" As her breath puffed out.

I felt a slow easing of the pressure on my cock. It now started to soften, thank god. Molly leant towards me and kissed my lips.

"Not too bad for a couple of oldies, are we?"

I don't know if she was expecting a response of not. I just lay there. Beatrice bent forward and her hard nipples contacted my chest. I cradled the back of her head in my hand. Was she crying? It sounded like gentle sobbing. Molly was now beside me. She draped her arm across her friends back. Did I fall asleep? Possibly for a brief while. I came to my senses instantly as Beatrice rolled off me and onto her back. Her eyes were damp. I brushed away some of her tears.

"Are you OK?"

"Better than that. Thank you. That was great. Unlike miss bucket fanny here,"

"Hey!"

"Unlike her, I haven't had intercourse in a couple of years. I tried with some of her magazine guys but I couldn't get them in my fanny or my arse. I just sucked them and let them cum on me. They went down on me but it's no substitute for fucking."

"It was fantastic for me too. My first threesome. Who's have thought, looking at your nipples would lead to this."

"And more, if you want it." Molly added.

I did think they may be up for more but they decided it was time for sleep. I had expected it to feel really odd or unusual cuddling up to sleep, with a couple of old ladies. It was actually really comfortable. When I was with the girlfriends I'd had, I always felt pressured to perform and perform again. Neither Beatrice or Molly showed any inclination to push me.

However, that idea was thrown into question. I woke up on my side, my chest against Molly's arm. She was on her back. Beatrice shifted behind me. I could feel her nipples on my back. What is more, her hand came over my hip and began to rub my cock. In turn, I had my hand on Molly's breast. Lovely and soft. What the hell. Where did that come from. A slick wet finger pushed into my arsehole. I knew about prostate massage. I'd never done it or had anyone do it to me, until now. My knob was slippery with pre cum. Beatrice was rubbing my glans. It felt way better than when I was wanking. The rubbing in my arse gave me an incredible feeling. It is hard to describe the orgasm.

"FUUUUUUCK!"

My whole body shook. My hips jerked. Beatrice continued rubbing. I shot an enormous load all over Molly's side. My rubbing her nipple and playing with her piercing had woken her. She wasn't pleased.

"You dirty bitch. What a waste. He could have done that in my fanny."

They obviously took this as a joke and they both started laughing. I thanked them for an incredible night. I only had the clothes I had left home in, on Saturday morning. I got dressed. Molly went to the bathroom, presumably to rid herself of all the semen down her side. Beatrice put on a robe and showed me out. Stopping on the way to collect my newly purchased book, on the way out. I felt like I was walking on air, as I strode off in the direction of home.

It was impossible for me to get to the bookshop during the week. My work hours put paid to that. I bumped into Beatrice at the cafe on Wednesday. I had stopped off for a coffee and to answer some emails. No view down her blouse this time but her top is tighter and her nipples sticking out enticingly. I'm not the only one to notice. A couple of guys give them plenty of attention. Not only that, one of the waitresses, walks past constantly, staring. She invited me to come and stay for the weekend, arriving after work on Friday. How could I turn that down. I was incredibly excited.

I packed a bag on Thursday evening, taking it with me to work on Friday. The sense of anticipation was hard to take. All day at work I was thinking about Beatrice and Molly. The shop wasn't open on a Friday, so the door was closed when I arrived. I rang the bell and Molly came down to let me in. As we went through the private door to the stairs, the smell of food hit my nostrils. I'm a sucker for good food. Especially if someone else is cooking. A lovely meal and some very smooth and expensive wine were consumed. We finished off the wine in the lounge.

I took my bag with me, when the three of us went upstairs. A light was already on in the bathroom. This time a different door is also open and lit. Was this Molly's? The room I assumed belonged to Beatrice was really feminine. This was a lot more austere and minimal. Thick black curtains. A low bed, with what looked like black satin sheets. I dropped my bag inside. The invited me to shower first, as before. I took my toiletries bag and a towel they had given me and went to clean up. No privacy as before. The two of them appeared, undressed and stood watching me shower. When I got out Molly replaced me. Seeing her soap up her tits and pussy was arousing. I was just about dry before Beatrice started to wash. I left my towel and a walked back to the black room.

I lay on the bed as I had before, waiting for them to come back in. When they did, the door was shut and the light was turned off. It was totally dark. They must know the room really well. No stubbed toes, no bumped furniture. I felt some movement at the foot of the bed. This had to be Molly, soft flesh working its way up my body. Her breasts massaging my cock. Her large piercings brush against my legs. Continuing her way up the bed. I ran my hands along her sides. Soft and warm. I was just relaxing in to this, when I felt something on my left leg. Something round my ankle and my leg was pulled towards the end of the bed. I couldn't pull it back. It was followed by the other one. My left hand also pulled away from Molly's soft flesh. My arm pulled up and across. My final extremity attached to the top of the bed, I was spread eagled on the bed beneath Molly.

It appeared that her role, was to prevent me moving while I was restrained. In the dark, I could see nothing. They didn't speak. Molly moved back down towards the foot of the bed. It felt as though I was alone. I was left for what felt like an eternity. What were they doing? More importantly, what were they thinking? This had been set up. I began to think that this wasn't Molly's room but their third bedroom.

Hands slid up the inside of my legs. Just one of them, or were they both stroking me? A hand on my balls and another on my shaft. Something strange sliding down my length. My balls grasped and manipulated. It felt tight as the hands left me. Kisses on my lips. No hint of who. They scent was the same. Something covers my eyes. Were they expecting me to adapt to the pitch black. No, a hint of light, a small lamp?

My last experience with them, had been having my arse probed by Beatrice. This seemed to be something they liked. Something cold and wet against my arsehole. It felt like a finger. Beatrice? No attempt to touch my cock or balls. I could feel myself twitching. The finger was replaced with something wider, longer and softer. Not easy to take it, in the position I was in. It didn't stop whoever it was fucking me with it. I had seen pictures of them, Molly in particular with things in their arses. I hoped they weren't planning on going that big.

The fucking stopped. It still felt like I had a lot inside me. There was a lot of movement on the bed. I felt someone above my head. The scent of a pussy above my nose. It was lowered onto my mouth. Beatrice, too light to be Molly. I went to lick her pussy. It was moved out of reach. My tongue made contact with her anus. She pushed down onto me. I started to probe the wrinkled hole. It didn't take long for her to open up and my tongue slipped inside. Further down the bed, my cock was being manipulated. I felt Molly's legs against mine. My cock was rubbing against something warm and wet. Molly dropped down. Her ample bum contacting my loins. Definitely not tight like Beatrice but her muscle control was incredible.

A buzzing sound above my face. Beatrice had a vibrator. Probably just into her vagina. I could feel the vibrations with my tongue. I could tell that Molly was getting near to her orgasm. I supposed rubbing her clit. She lifted up and off my cock, momentarily. Then down. Different. Had she put me into her arse. She was fucking me hard. I could hold on no longer. I thrust up to meet her. The feeling of doing this, with something shoved up my bum, was different from anything I had ever experienced. Molly let out low growl as she came. My tongue was still in the anus above me. I guess seeing Molly and feeling me, Beatrice let go,

"Ouuuuuuh!"

Something wet hit my chest. Had she squirted? Beatrice moved off my face. Molly slid up and off my cock. Not only had I never had my arse fucked. I'd never had anal with anyone. Had I done both? My blindfold was removed. There was a dim light from a small lamp. I craned my head forward. My chest was covered with fluid. It looked as if I had something thin and black round the base of my cock and my balls. I thought that they were going to release me. Not a bit of it. They stood beside the bed, looking down at me. Beatrice left the room. She returned a few minutes later, with a warm damp flannel and a hand towel. She wiped and dried my chest.

They finally relented and started to untie me. My arms and legs were stiff, aching.

"Naughty man, squirting all that stuff into my bottom."

OK. So, Molly had got me into her arse. My first anal.

"I'm not the only one squirting. Nor with something in their bottom. What the fuck is that?"

"Get on your hands and knees." Beatrice instructed.

In that position, she got behind me and I felt a pressure a quick feeling of discomfort and some relief as it left my body. I turned to look. I couldn't tell if it was a dildo or butt plug. Gold coloured and flexible. Very narrow at the tip gradually increasing in width. The widest point, about the girth of my cock. A narrower neck, then a round base. The whole thing about nine inches long. Bloody hell.

"Are you alright?" She asked, holding up the toy.

"Yes, just a bit stunned. Can I take this thing off?"

"Go ahead."

I removed what looked like a strong, thick black rubber band, in a figure of eight. I couldn't believe my cock was still hard. Presumably their intention. That was a relief. I needed another shower. They thought the same, we all went to the bathroom. Another amazing and surprising evening. These two women were certainly different, from any I had previously encountered. Maybe from any that I may ever run into. A relaxing shower for the three of us. Then off to bed. This time to what was definitely Molly's room. Beatrice had hers decorated in floral patterns. Molly's was ornate, rococo in style, gold covered woodwork and velvet.

Sleep that night was deep and restful. No hands rubbing me, to wake me. Beatrice getting out of bed woke me. She put on a robe. I heard her going downstairs. I put on some pyjama trousers and a polo shirt. The sound of a steaming espresso machine was coming from the kitchen. Enough in the glass container, for two cups. She poured out and the two of us went into the lounge.

"Not too extreme for you last night?"

"Different. I've never been tied up before. I'd never had anything other than you finger in my bum and I'd never had anal. Apart from that, perfectly normal."

"What I meant was, you don't mind us taking control and using your body?"

"No. It wasn't what I was expecting but judging by the orgasms we are all getting plenty out of this."

"We just don't want this to get strange for you. We've only ever brought one other man into our world. He's a customer. He has moved away but still buys from us, when we have something of his particular taste. He knew exactly what he was getting in to. I think you are only just beginning to."

"You said you had been in a dry spell for a couple of years. Am I right in thinking that the masturbating together was a little white lie?"

"We try to keep things platonic, for the most part. Over the years, both of us have had our share of relationships. We both shared the customer, I told you about. You are only the second person we have done that with. We have both had times when things haven't been going well. When that happened, we felt the need or compulsion to go further. I was drawn to you. Molly was curious as to why I'd pick somebody so young."

We finished our coffee and went up to get dressed. Beatrice in sober clothes ready to open the shop. I dressed casually. Molly was still in bed. Awake but listening to the radio. I sat on the edge of the bed and talked to her, getting her perspective on her relationship with Beatrice and me. More happy go lucky than either of us. She had locked away thoughts about her body, as a young woman, just living for today. How much did Beatrice know about Molly's life before they met? She stretched and got out of bed. It was hard not to look at and admire her voluptuous body. No matter what she thought about it.

She dressed and invited me down for some breakfast. After we had finished, she took a mug of tea and some toast down for Beatrice. I decided to spend some more time in the back room, trying to work out some more about Beatrice and Molly's tastes. The variety was almost endless. If half of what was in the fiction section could, or had been done, it would have taken a lifetime. I had started building up a small collection to start my own library. A small endeavour compared to the mass of volumes here. A couple of less than tidy middle aged men had come in, while I was there. Each browsed for a short while, before furtively taking a volume through to Beatrice.

The most surprising visitor arrived late in the afternoon. A woman, perhaps fifty years old. Not at all what you or I would expect. Old fashioned, country style dress. A tweed suit, jacket and trousers, cream coloured blouse and brown lace up brogues. Dressed more fashionably, she would probably have looked more attractive.

"Hello. Not seen your here before. I'm Celeste."

"Michael. I've only just started coming here."

"Not like the usual clientele I see here. Far less sleazy. Found anything good on masturbation?"

I was a bit shocked but I suppose anyone coming in here, had something in their personal lives, that was unusual. I remembered where I had seen the non fiction book, about the far east ladies. I reached up, lifted it down and handed it to her.

"Tremendous. Thank you. You can't beat rubbing your clitoris."

"I wouldn't know. I don't have one."

Footsteps behind me. It was Molly.

"Knock it off Celeste. Stop teasing him. He's our new boy toy."

"Well, haven't you done well. You know I don't want to borrow him. Unless he owns a dildo factory."

"Celeste is one of our regulars. Probably the most highly sexed person, never to have had sex with anyone else."

"That's a very polite way of describing me, getting off loads of times a day. Come and watch if you want to. My brothers used to love it."

With that she took the book and went to pay Beatrice. Molly gave me some background. Celeste lived in an apartment. A wing of the family home on a large country estate. She has three elder brothers, the oldest will inherit the mansion and hundreds of acres. According to Celeste their mother was and still does enjoy a lot of sex. She taught Celeste to masturbate. She hasn't looked back. She was so pleased with herself that she would go and show her brothers. Although the three brothers are all married, there is an impression, that the oldest one still watches her. His family live in the other wing of the house.

"She will sometimes do it in here, while she's reading. You've made a friend by finding her that book. She'll probably give you a show, next time."

"Is she the only one of your customers who is like that?"

"She's the most interesting. There is a young woman, younger than you. She's only started coming in recently. She is interested in spanking, caning and whipping. The only other one, although you won't see him, is the one me and Beatrice had an affair with. He's a smart military type gentleman. He loved being tied up. Beatrice loved the size of his penis, similar to yours. He was addicted to being fucked in the arse. He could take the biggest toys we have. You have potential there."

"I'm not sure about that."

Beatrice poked her head in.

"Celeste has gone. I've closed the shop. I need a sit down and a cup of tea."

The three of us went upstairs. Molly made tea and we relaxed in the lounge. My treat this week. I took them out to dinner. It had been an interesting day. Celeste was definitely one of a kind.

That night, I had expected something more extreme than the previous night. I was wrong. A return to Beatrice's room. Gentle lovemaking for hours and hours. We cuddled, stroked, licked sucked and fucked each other until we were all completely spent. The highlight for me, watching Beatrice take Molly's clit into her pussy. They ground their groins together both achieving an orgasm.

It was well into the morning on Sunday, before any of us woke. Molly as usual was still asleep when I got up with Beatrice. We both made for the bathroom, quickly. Presumably with the same intention, relief of our bladders.

"Ladies first. I'll wait out here."

"No need. I'm not bothered. You won't be the first person to see me. A couple of my boyfriends liked me to do it on them."

I stood and watched as she took a pee. Sensing my discomfort, she stood quickly and let me relieve myself. She turned on the water and got into the shower.

"Come on."

Another first. I've never bathed or showered with anyone else, apart from my sister when we were little. We washed and rubbed against each other, under the warm water. We dried each other and went to dress. I had to leave shortly afterwards. I had arranged to meet my sister. I needed to talk. Molly still hadn't woken. I kissed Beatrice and said goodbye, arranging to meet up with her and Molly, at the cafe during the week.

My sister Christine has the perfect life. Or so I thought. Forty years old, married for twenty with two teenage girls. Her husband is fit, handsome and earns good money. So, they live in a nice part of town, in great house. In comparison, I wasn't doing so well. Still single, living in a small house and just getting by. I got home in time to at least tidy up a bit. I'm not exactly house proud but it looked clean and tidy enough. Christine arrived early in the afternoon. I didn't really know who to turn to. I didn't want to discuss Beatrice and Molly with mum and dad. The friends I had, really wouldn't have understood at all.

Our usual nickname greetings out of the way. I explained that it was something along those lines, that I wanted to talk about. I told her about the meeting in the cafe and what had happened since with Beatrice and Molly. I even told her about meeting Celeste.

"Wow. Quick draw doesn't really seem appropriate, does it. How about Stud? That doesn't seem right either, if they fuck your arse. Sissy?"

"Knock it off. I suppose baldy still fits."

"No. She lifted the hem of her skirt and pulled her pants aside, revealing her wrinkled labia and a lot of hair."

"Whoa! That wasn't necessary. You could have just told me."

She looked a bit downcast.

"Are you OK?"

"Not really. This probably sounds bad but I'd swap bits of my life for yours. Maybe all of it, apart from the girls. It all looks really rosy from the outside, to you, mum and dad. It's not so great on the inside."

I always knew she liked sex, we both do. We spoke about how much but never went into too much detail. I suppose back then, being younger, I would have struggled to deal with the explicit details. She explained that sex between her and Darren, her husband, had just about come to an end, after the birth of their second. That's a long time ago. The changes in her body, she thought, being the primary cause. Now with a mum bod, slightly rounded belly, stretch marks, a bit of cellulite on her bum, slightly more saggy boobs, nipples not what they were, he didn't find her so attractive. Add to that the changes in her vulva, including the much larger labia, than I'd seen before. The result, she had become like Celeste, an expert in masturbation.

"He must be mad. You look great. Loads of men would jump at the chance of being with you."

"That's very sweet."

"It's true. What I just saw looked amazing. What are you going to do?"

"No idea. I end up masturbating, when the girls aren't in and when he's asleep. It never seems to be enough. I miss the physical contact. He fucks me once in a while but it's about him satisfying himself. There's no love in it."

Celeste actually enjoyed masturbating, even liked being watched by her brothers. Did they enjoy the show? Molly had sex with her sister. She seemed to want to keep that secret but looking at the pictures she was enjoying it too. Christine was masturbating, perhaps from necessity rather than enjoyment. What was I doing, even thinking about this. I loved Christine, as a brother. We shared a bond. Was she intimating that we could share more? She shook me out of my thoughts.

"Would you?"

"Are you seriously suggesting that we have sex?"

"Does that disgust you?"

"No. Have you thought this through? What about Darren, mum and dad?"

"I won't tell them, if you don't. I had it as a possibility, when I came here. I hadn't expected you to confess so much. I'll understand if you don't want to. You have a lot on your plate. We both do."

I stood up, took her hand and walked her upstairs. Even all these years later, I continued to use the sight of her pussy when I wanked.

"Sorry about the mess. I wasn't expecting company up here. In fact I never am."

I straightened out the bedding. I stood and hugged Christine. For the first time in my life, I kissed her on the lips. A hand in the small of her back my other stroking her hair and neck. She had her hands between us and started to undo my belt. I moved back slightly and began to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. Beneath, a pretty white lacy bra. I slid her blouse down over her shoulders she let it fall to the floor. She finished undoing my trousers. They dropped and I stepped out of them. She turned her attention to my shirt and I to her skirt. Stood there in our underwear, for the first time in more than a decade. Even then, we only saw each other at the end of a hallway, when I was visiting her. I unclipped her bra. I had never seen her tits. I wish she had flashed them at me before. They were great. Smaller than Molly, bigger than Beatrice but with similarly long nipples, incredibly dark. I was beginning to understand I had a thing for nipples. I was staring.

"Saggy."

"No they're incredible. I love your nipples."

"Same as mum's. Hers might be bigger."

"Way to go."

"What. We've both sucked them."

I lowered my head and kissed both of hers. I wriggled my shoulders to rid myself of my shirt. I took hold of the sides of her pants. White and lacy like her bra. I eased them down. She had flashed me her hairy pussy lips downstairs. I had expected a huge bush. She was trimmed into a neat triangle. She slid her had into the waistband of my shorts.

"You want this as much as I do. I hope you last longer these days."

I had an erection, just from looking at her. I did want her. I had always wanted her. I removed my shorts and we lay on the bed. We were on our sides. My cock pressed hard into her belly her nipples against my chest. We kissed, I reached down and stroked her bum. It felt lovely and soft. She seemed to approve of my touch. Our hands slid between our bodies. Hers stroking my shaft, mine toying with her wet crinkled labia. How long had it been since she actually enjoyed sex with Darren? A few strokes of her lovely little clit, she pulled away, onto her back and let out,

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

I was stunned by how loud she was and how quickly she had cum. I wanted to give her everything she could have dreamed of. I moved down the bed and between her legs. I was intoxicated. The smell of her sex, the look of her labia, slightly open. The sight of her small erect clit. I put my hands beneath her knees and lifted her legs. Moving closer, a stream of juices was tricking from her pussy. I began to lap up the fluid, running my tongue up and down her labia. She pulled her legs higher and wider. A brief pause as she did so. A glimpse of her anus. Dark like her nipples, surrounded by a few hairs. I reapplied my tongue, easing it inside her pussy and running it up across her clit. She gasped. In and up, in and up, repeatedly.

"Oh. Oh. Fuck."

Her legs shook. I moved my tongue from her clit to the pulsing entrance to her vagina. The duvet cover between her legs was soaking wet. I grasped her arse cheeks, on in each hand. One of my thumbs inadvertently brushed her anus. I pulled it away.

"It's OK, yes."

Her bum was soaking with her own juices. I rubbed her arsehole and sucked her clit. She was panting hard. Trying to judge my timing, a puff of breath and I eased my thumb into her bum.

"Oh god. Oh god. Owwwww.!"

I was getting close myself. The illicit nature of what I was doing, or the fact that Christine was fantastic, I didn't care. I edged up, placing my knob in her opening. I pushed inside, not deep, just in and out an inch at a time.

"Harder!"

I began to thrust to meet her desires. Unsure if it was the angle of penetration or what she was feeling but she came again.

"I'm going to..."

"It's OK. I want it."

She grabbed hold of my bum and held me into her.

"Shit. Shit. Uh."

"Christ Mike. That was fantastic. Those ladies must love you."

"Oh god. I just came inside you."

She pursed her lips and we kissed.

"I wanted you to. It's fine. I have a coil. There's no way I want to add to a family at my age, particularly with Darren."

As we lay there in the afterglow, lots of thoughts and ideas were exchanged between us. Christine had decided to leave Darren. One of he girls was already at university. The other would be starting in a few weeks. When that happened, she would leave.

"What are you going to do now, back home?"

"Not much point. Darren is away on a business trip. The girls are camping with their mates, at some music festival. They're not back until tomorrow night. Bank holiday tomorrow. Can I stay?"

"Of course. No need to ask. Where will you go when you leave Darren?"

"Not a clue. I was thinking of going home to mum and dad."

"They'll be a bit shocked. They think you have the perfect life."

"I wish. At least mum gets fucked regularly."

"Too much."

"You've never heard her? When I'm there, I use my old room, next to theirs. Hard not to notice. She's shaved, like I used to be. I suppose she wasn't bothered about me seeing her, walking about. Probably more careful when you are around. Wouldn't want her little boy getting a hard on, looking at mummy."

"I really didn't need to know that."

"I think it's great, that they still have a loving sexual relationship. You too. I just wish I did."

Christine stayed. We'd always had a good but arms length relationship. Neither of us were the type to hug and kiss, as some friends and family do. This was different. That night we made love again. She gave me a great blowjob before riding herself to another orgasm. We slept, with me wrapped around her back. I think she felt relaxed and comfortable. Perhaps more so than she had for a long while. I woke with her wiggling her bum against my dick.

"You can do me in the bum, next time."

"Next time?"

She got up and went to the bathroom. Watching her rear wobble as she went, did make that an enticing prospect. With all day together, an idea struck me. I made a phone call. We got dressed and took a short walk. It was getting close to lunchtime. Even on a bank holiday, the cafe was open from 10 until 4. Beatrice and Molly were already sat down, with a couple of menus. I introduced Christine and we joined them. We made our order and the food arrived shortly afterwards. When the waitress was out of earshot we began to talk.

I took a chance that they would understand and told them what had happened. Molly certainly did. The thing with her sister, although intermittent, had gone on for several years. Neither of them seemed bothered by the revelation.

"I bet you enjoyed it, didn't you? We both do. We don't mind sharing. I hope he can manage all three of us." Was Beatrice's opinion.

"When you've quite finished sharing me out, I'm sat right here."

We finished eating and Molly invited us back to their place. They showed Christine the back room. She was enthralled. She told them, that literary rather than visual stimulus was her thing, when she was masturbating. Beatrice picked out a couple of volumes she thought were appropriate and gave the to Christine as a gift.

"Mum likes this sort of thing too. She left one laying around, by mistake. She caught me reading it but didn't say anything. I gave it back to her and she took it back to the bedroom."

I was finding more out about my parents, than I really wanted to. Christine was one thing, they were another. Beatrice made a suggestion.

"If you are interested in these, come here and help me out. Molly is more interested in her photography, than books. If you need to, you can always stay here. We have room."

"I'll give it some thought."

We left them to go back upstairs and started walking home. Christine liked both of them. No airs and graces, just down to earth and practical.

"You have plenty of choices. Mum and dad's, mine or Beatrice and Molly's."

"I think the shop would be good. It would give me something to do. I'd rather keep busy than brood on things. That would happen a lot at mum and dad's and when you are at work all day."

I spent my weekends and odd days during the week, with Beatrice and Molly. On the first Saturday, just as the shop was about to close Celeste arrived. Beatrice locked up and the two of us followed her upstairs. How often had Celeste been here? She knew where she was going. She took my hand and went into the black room.

"A reward for that book you found."

She undid her shoes and slipped them off. She folded her jacket and placed it on the bed beside her. Leaving her blouse on, she undid and slid off her trousers. Neat and tidy again, she folded them and placed them on top of her jacket. A fairly normal pair of quite large black pants underneath. She slid them down and removed one leg at a time, again placing them neatly. Now on her back on the bed, she spread her legs. Dark pubic hair trimmed short like mine. A very neat looking slit. Below it, something black. The base of a butt plug. No preliminaries, no conversation, she began stroking the outer labia of her pussy. She seemed pretty wet. Probably used to, or liking, having someone watch her. As her arousal increased, her pussy began to gain colour and her labia opened slightly. She began inserting a couple of fingers of her left hand as her right moved to her clit.

"When I tell you, pull that out hard and fast."

She continued rubbing and fucking herself for several minutes.

"NOW!"

A little unsure about touching her, I did as she ordered. Grabbing the round base I yanked it hard.

"BAAAAAARSTARD!"

Her eyes rolled back in her head. It looked as if she was having a fit. I could see her clit and vagina pulsing. Her anus was twitching but gaping wide open. The plug I had pulled out of her was big. Bigger than anything I'd seen Molly use. How had she walked with that in?

"If you've finished inspecting the inner depths of my rectum, you can help me up."

I put the plug down on the floor and offered her my hand.

"Have you really never had sex with anyone?"

"Why would I, when I can cum like that. You touching my bum and my brothers doing the same, is as close as I get. That book was incredible. A lot more things to try. Those women didn't mind being watched either."

She didn't seem to think what she had done, was anything other than normal. She got dressed, picked up her butt plug and went to the bathroom. Probably to clean it off, before going home.

"Pretty impressive isn't she." Molly said.

She had been out on a photo assignment all day and was really tired. She drank a glass of wine, went for a shower and an early night. I sat chatting to Beatrice for quite a while. A lot of the time about Christine. I think she liked the idea of having her at the shop and staying. Was this a way to keep me there? Or, just feeling sorry for someone going through tough times.

That night, with just the two of us Beatrice took charge. Telling me what she wanted and when. I masturbated and licked her to several orgasms. Her final instruction was for me to cum in her arse. This wasn't easy. It took time and lots of lube. Her bum was as tight as her pussy. She rubbed her clit, as I fucked her, if you could call it that. I was barely moving. Less than an inch at a time, less than half of my cock inside her. I came quickly, too quickly. Concentrating hard on not thrusting into her. She didn't care. She seemed happy to have been able to offer herself to me.

On Sunday morning, I was woken by Beatrice shifting, sitting up in bed. Molly was sliding up under the duvet and began sucking my cock.

"The last place he had that was up my bum."

Molly didn't stop. She continued to suck me. Her tongue wiped around my knob. Her hand was holding my balls. She slid it forwards, seeking my anus. The pair of them had continued to work my arse, whenever they got the chance. Dildos, plugs of fingers. I now opened easily to the touch. Her finger wormed within. My back lifted from the bed. My body curled forwards and I came into her mouth.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

She crawled up along my body. Her lips met mine. Cum was transferred into my mouth. She held her lips to mine. I coughed but she stayed until I had swallowed. These two didn't seem averse to doing anything. How did I feel about it? I was having incredible sex. However, I'd never even tasted cum when I masturbated. Now I'd swallowed almost my entire load. Beatrice looked at her.

"That was pretty dirty, considering what he did last night."

There was no reply. She just wiped her lips with the back of her hand and went back to her room to dress.

"Were you alright with that?"

"A bit shocked. I suppose women get that all the time. I know what it's like now."

I needed to get back home on Sunday. Laundry to do and preparations for work on Monday. That evening, I got a phone call from Christine. She was at mum and dad's. She'd told them she was leaving Darren. They were a lot more switched on, than I, or she had thought. They had long suspected that something was wrong. They were also virtually certain, that Darren was having an affair. They were really supportive, of whatever she wanted to do. She was offered her old room back, as Beatrice had offered her somewhere new. Would anyone suspect things, if she stayed with me?

A week later, with both of their daughters at university, mum went with her to confront Darren. He admitted to an ongoing affair and agreed to a separation. When they were told, her daughters decided to spend time at mum and dad's, during university breaks, until things were settled. That took away one option for Christine.

Initially, she came to stay with me, for a couple of days. We resumed where we had left off. How could anyone ignore her sexual needs for so long. She was experienced and expert in her technique. Her loud orgasms were an incredible turn on. She made good on her comment from last time. On her hands and knees, she aimed my knob at her anus. I loved the dark colour and the fringe of hairs around it. I can barely describe the feeling as I eased in to her. She groaned deeply as I reached my full depth. In my case, not that far. I held her hips and was in rapture as I made contact with the soft hemispheres of her bottom. When I came, I couldn't believe how sensational it felt. She eased forwards. I followed her. I lay on top of her. My cock still inside her arse. I felt a last dribble of cum leaving me, before my cock popped out. She sighed. I inched down her body, lifting her hips, I pushed my tongue into her distended anus and licked at my cum.

"I wonder if dad does that?"

I bit her right buttock hard.

"More."

"In your dreams."

Why did I never meet any women my age, like Christine, Beatrice or Molly. Seriously, I would have married any of them. I couldn't with Christine. I don't think Beatrice or Molly would. They were settled in their own lives. I think they liked to be free.

The reason for the short stay, was the need to redecorate the black room, at Beatrice and Molly's. I think Christine would probably have liked it as it was but they wanted to welcome her with a fresh start. They gave her the choice of colours and furnishings. She moved in and started to help Beatrice in the shop. Christine read a lot. Not just for self pleasure. She knew about literature.

Mum called me fairly frequently. She knew I was talking to Christine. She wanted an objective view. I told her that Christine was fine. Settled in with her new job and flat. I told her about Beatrice and Molly. Leaving out anything sexual. I think mum was reassured that Christine had some female company. I'm not sure she would have had the same attitude, if she knew more about them. Would she have trusted the information I gave her, had she known what I had been doing with my sister?

I left Christine to settle in with Beatrice and Molly for a while. They seemed OK with that. I went to see mum and dad for the weekend. My old room had already been commandeered by Diane, Christine's eldest. It was full of her stuff. The spare room was being decorated for Jay. I was relegated to Christine's old room. Mum and dad seemed to be doing well. Fit and healthy. Almost all of the conversation was about Christine and the girls. I didn't mind. It meant that I didn't have to explain about my relationships with anyone. Both of them seemed to think, that the split was for the best. They had noticed a big change in Christine over the previous few years. I kept in touch most of the time by phone, so I hadn't picked up on it. They saw her more frequently.

I lay soaking in the bath that evening. Just like old times. I had a good search round Christine's room. It hadn't changed much over the years. It had been repainted several times but the scheme hadn't changed. Just different shades of pink on the walls. The curtains now plain, where they had been patterned. A few photos in frames. Memories of happier times. She must have stayed over from time to time. She still kept clothes here. They weren't old. Some with her scent still on them. A few sets of underwear, like the white set she wore on our first night together.

The drawers in our bedside cabinets, were always a source of mickey taking. We would try hiding things we didn't want seen. Taping them under the drawers. Hanging things from the back of them. I even made false bottoms for mine. It didn't stop either of us, finding what was hidden. She found letters and photos of my girlfriend. The occasional porn magazine obtained from friends. She would even wave my spunk stained tissues at me.

Her top draw always had her shaving stuff and tampons in it. She had some fancy underwear in the middle drawer, now empty. It took me a while to work out, that she had screwed a hook into the back of her top drawer. From it hung a small cotton drawer string bag. It would sometimes hold a small tin of Vaseline or tiny bottle of baby oil. A makeup brush with a tapered handle and small metal deodorant bottle. Her DP masturbation kit. Was it still there? I pulled the drawer out. Yes, it was. Well, at least a bag, slightly larger, more fancy, silk or satin. Was she still using the bag when she was here? I guessed so. A bottle of lube a rabbit vibrator and a bullet, batteries removed. They were in the top drawer. I'd long ago worked out, from Vaseline and brush that she was putting things in her bum. The other items in the bag a small butt plug and a set of vibrating anal beads. Again, no batteries. Way to go Christine.

She wasn't wrong about our parents. My room had been at the other end of the upstairs, to theirs. The spare room and bathroom between us. On the other hand, Christine's had an adjoining wall. I think mum was trying to keep quiet but I still heard her cum twice. Muffled but unmistakable. I refrained from wanking. Doing so, listening to them, was a step too far. I slept tremendously well. Was it because Christine slept here?

I woke feeling refreshed. I pulled on some pyjama trousers and a T shirt. I needed the toilet. I could hear the flush going. Water running in the basin. I stood and waited crossing my legs. Mum emerged open mouthed and wide eyed. She tried to cover her nipples with her right forearm, her shaved pussy with her left hand. She went quickly to their room. Her bum wobbling, similar to Christine's. In fact her whole body quite similar. Pretty good for her age. I used the toilet and went downstairs. I put the kettle on. It was just starting to boil when mum appeared, wearing some cotton pyjamas. She should have put more on. I could see her nipples through the thin material.

"Michael. I'm so sorry. I was desperate, bursting for a wee. We're not used you staying. Just Christine, now Diane and Jay."

"It's OK mum. I know you're probably embarrassed, you have not reason to be. It's done, let's forget about it."

I wondered if I could. I carried on making a pot of tea and poured her a cup. She seemed to calm down slightly. We sat in the lounge and drank quietly. I don't think mum really knew what to say. Dad appeared dressed in shirt and trousers. I poured his tea. Mum got up and went upstairs. When we could hear her above us,

"She's worried, that you were shocked."

"No. Just a bit surprised. I'm probably less worried about it than she is. It's done now. Can we just move on?"

"I'll talk to her."

The rest of my time there was just like when I was at home. Mum cooked a lovely roast dinner for Sunday lunch. I packed up gave mum a hug and a peck on the cheek as I left. When I got back to my place, Christine was sat on the wall outside. Dad had phoned her and asked her to check on me. I opened the door and we went inside. I took a spare front door key from a hook on the wall and gave it to her. She took up her big sister role, putting on the kettle and making tea. We sat in the lounge and began to talk.

"Dad called and said you'd seen mum naked. He thought you might be upset. I know different. I bet you had a good look. Didn't you?"

"I'm a man. We are hard wired to look at naked women. What was I supposed to do. Even though it was mum, her body is great for her age. Her tits are a bit more saggy than yours but the nipples are the same. You were right about the shaving. Her bum is a bit bigger than yours."

"I know. I hope I still look that good in twenty years."

"I had to sleep in your old room. Diane has taken mine and the other one is being decorated for Jay, black and purple. Don't worry, I didn't wank in your bed or use any of your toys. Although I did hear mum cum a couple of times. Quieter than you described."

"I always assumed she had her face into the pillows and dad was doing her doggy style, when she was quiet."

"God Chris you really do have a vivid imagination."

"Just working off the pervy reading material she has. After she left that book out, I found a few others."

"So, my weekend was interesting. How was yours?"

"Incredible. You can call me baldy again. Molly shaved me on Friday. I got her to leave the bit round my bum. You seem to like that. The two of them are great. I can understand why you like them so much. I've never been with a woman before. Now I've been with two. Molly's clit is bloody huge. She's amazingly dirty. Beatrice is really sweet. The two of them compliment each other so well. They introduced me to Celeste yesterday. Interesting lady. My first thought was butch lesbian, rather than world class masturbator."

"You seem to have settled in quickly. I did wonder if you would go with them. They are hard to resist. What are you going to tell dad?"

"That you are fine. I could have told him that without coming here. You're every bit as bad as me. I was surprised you didn't jack off, when they were fucking. I've been doing it for years. How big do you think dad's cock is? Ever seen it?"

"No. I don't particularly want to."

"I suppose bodies run in families. Probably the same size as you."

"Can we leave it there?"

"Sure. Got anything to eat?"

We managed to rustle up a Spanish omelette. I drank a beer and she had some wine. She decided to stay and talk, rather than going back. I think my cock was more of a draw than talk. Which in itself was pretty left field.

"Do you think mum's arsehole is the same colour as mine?"

"Chris!"

"I bet you'd give her some anal, if you got the chance. I can't believe she doesn't do it. It is heavily featured in her books."

I decided offence was better than defence.

"I'd love to. She's probably a better fuck than you."

She gave a mock pout and wiped her hand across her face to brush away the non existent tears. Then burst out laughing.

"There you go. You can get in to the swing of it, if you try. You're probably right. She's had a lot more practice than me. I think I need to catch up."

With that she sank the rest of her wine in one and went upstairs. I finished my beer, more slowly, locked up, turned off the lights, picked up my weekend bag and followed. On reaching the bedroom, Christine was naked and spread eagled on the bed.

"Come and get it."

I went for a pee, brushed my teeth and returned to the bedroom. She hadn't moved. I undressed and got on the bed between her legs. Her pussy looked incredible, in the shaved fashion I remembered from years before. I couldn't resist giving it a kiss before moving on top of her, to give her a long passionate kiss. I think both of us had missed this, in the time we had been apart. Her soft warm body against mine, was something I never wanted to give up. Working down her body with my kisses and paying plenty of attention to her nipples, I eventually arrived at her newly bald fanny. She must have missed this as much as I did. She was already soaking wet. Probably in too much of a hurry, I began to work her clit. It didn't take long for her to achieve a couple of orgasms. I eased my knob inside her and began to fuck her. God this felt good. Several days of abstinence was about to be relieved.

Christine had other ideas. Her hands on my belly pushed me away and my knob slipped out of her. She pushed me onto my back. I just went with it. Her fingers took up the juices on my shaft. She started to lick along my shaft. My dick twitched as her tongue ran across the eye in the tip. He slippery fingers touched my anus. One, no two fingers pushed inside. Her mouth closed over my knob and started to suck. Minutes passed. I wished it had gone on longer. A couple of strokes with her fingers in my arse and my hips jerked upwards. My knob deep in her mouth emitted copious amounts of cum. Her lips remained tight to my skin, as she raised her head. I guessed what was ahead. Molly had told her. Christine loomed over me. I opened my mouth and she let the cum dribble into my mouth. Her lips touched mine, briefly. She pinched my nose as she whispered,

"There's a good boy. Swallow it all for mummy."

Previously, I think I would have said something or pushed her away. Now, I just lay there and did as I was told. Did I harbour these feelings for my mum? I had seen her naked, for the first time, only a few hours ago. Now I had cum in my sister's mouth. My sister who looked so much like mum, it was scary. In this post orgasmic haze, I was imagining doing to mum, what I had done with Christine. She shook me out of this dream state.

"I hope that wasn't in someone's bum, before I sucked it. I'm not quite as kinky as Molly."

"I suppose she told you."

"Of course. No secrets."

"Talking of which, what are you going to tell Diane and Jay? They are probably going to meet Molly and Beatrice at some point."

"The truth, up to a point. I've always tried to be open and truthful with them. They won't mind if their mum is having sex with two old ladies. Jay will think it's great. She's like me and Molly. Diane is a bit harder to read. She doesn't get emotional about much. I'm definitely not going to tell them, that uncle Mike is fucking the three of us."

Christmas was rapidly approaching. Beatrice had decided to go to New England, to spend Christmas with Molly's family. Molly would stay on for a couple of weeks longer, to see some old friends. Beatrice would close the bookshop for a couple of weeks. This would give myself and Christine plenty of time together. She would move in with me, for some of the period. We would spend a few days over the actual Christmas period, with mum and dad. Christine would stay longer, to spend more time with Diane and Jay. I had some reservations about the whole thing. I suppose dad must have had some too. Sharing a house and single bathroom with four women for a few days, isn't ideal.

I drove home, with Christine in the passenger seat. She continually tried to get a rise out of me, about mum. I didn't bite. Thankfully, we had spent several nights together, in the run up to the trip. She had her sex toys hidden. I would just have to make do. We certainly wouldn't be spending time together, in the way we normally did. The set up was less than ideal. Diane and Jay had been at mum and dad's for ten days, before we arrived. They were well settled, in what had become their rooms. Christine took her old one. I dropped my bag in there. We would take turns dressing in the mornings. I was relegated to sleeping on the sofa. At least it was only for a few days.

For the most part, things passed off pretty well. Mum's cooking is always good. The beer and wine flowed freely. Probably well trained, from nights in the student union, Diane and Jay seemed to be able to drink more than the rest of us. Christmas eve ended relatively early. Thankfully, as I had to wait for everyone else to go upstairs, before I could set up the sofa for sleeping. I was woken early on Christmas morning. Christine slipped downstairs. Her hand under my duvet. She waved a pair of her used panties above my nose and wanked me off into them. A brief kiss and she wished me merry Christmas. Then she sneaked back upstairs. It was an hour before everyone else appeared. With them downstairs, I went for a wash and to get changed. In Christine's room, the base of her rabbit was poking out from below the pillow. I lifted it up nothing else. The bag behind her top draw was missing a butt plug. I smiled.

Dressed, I and headed down to join the others. Presents were exchanged. Nothing too surprising. I know that Christine had collected a couple of books, from the back room of the shop. She had tailored them to mum's preference. They were wrapped in brown paper, with no label. She had been up and left them on mum and dad's bed. Would there be a reaction? If there was to be one, it wouldn't come until tomorrow.

Christmas day was one of the best I could remember. It was nice to have so much of the family together. A full roast dinner with all of the trimmings. Christmas pudding, mince pies with brandy butter. I think most of us were awash with booze by bedtime. The whole house was incredibly quiet the whole night.

I think everyone was feeling a bit tender in the morning. Breakfast followed by a walk to clear our heads. Snacking and picking over the the remains of Christmas dinner, drinking moderately saw a subdued boxing day come to a close. I would be heading home in the morning, returning to pick up Christine in about a week. My night was anything but restful. I'd hoped for a quiet one. Mum and dad were at it, for the first time since we had arrived. Being downstairs, they were right above my head. Was this on the back of the books Christine had left for them. They went on for about an hour. No muffled orgasms this time. Three pretty loud ones, before they seemed to have had enough. I waited for a bit before trying to get to sleep. Just in case they started again. I finally drifted off. It must have been about midnight or later.

I was woken with a start as the lights were switched on. I squinted, trying to see what was going on.

"Sorry Mike. I'm gasping for a drink."

It was Jay. She walked through the lounge and into the kitchen diner, more lights. She had on a T shirt and what looked like a very small pair of pants. The tap ran and she returned with a pint glass full of water. I was now sat up with the duvet across my lap.

"You could have put something on?"

"I did."

"Not covering much."

She sat and started drinking her water.

"Dehydrated. Too much booze."

She continued to sip her drink. It looked like she wanted to say something. She kept glancing at me and back at her glass. Eventually, she decided to break her silence.

"Did you hear gran last night?"

I gave her a slight nod.

"I was bursting for a piss. As you said, too much booze. Not bad for a pair of oldies. Bloody loud when she cums, isn't she. First time I've been in the next room when they fuck."

"Jay!"

She stood up and walked to the door. A significant proportion of her pants was wedged between her buttocks. Far smaller and tighter than her mum's. She made no effort to adjust them, to preserve her modesty. She turned off the light. I'd had a quick glance at the clock before the light was extinguished, 4.30.

I was woken up in the same manner. It felt like a couple of minutes later. It was mum. The clock was reading 6.30.

"Sorry Michael. I've been awake for a while. I need some coffee."

"You may as well make me one. No point trying to get back to sleep now. Jay woke me up a couple of hours ago, after some water."

"She drinks too much."

"I told her that."

Mum returned a few minutes later with two cups of strong black coffee. She was wearing pair of cream coloured cotton pyjamas. Short sleeves buttons down the front. The trousers just below knee length. Again nipples poking out. I don't think much short of a thick bra would contain them.

"Are you going to be alright to drive back, if you've had a bad night."

"I'll be fine with a bit more coffee and some breakfast. You can't have slept any better than me. How's life with Diane and Jay here?"

"Different. It has been a long time since you and Christine left home. Perhaps we have changed or young people have. Diane is really quiet, polite and helpful round the house. I'm finding Jay a bit of a challenge."

I told her about, at least some of my encounter a couple of hours previous. Leaving out the part, about what both of us had heard last night. Sticking to seeing most of her bum.

"I can hardly criticise her for that, after the last time you were here."

"Are you still worried about that? Don't be. I'm not traumatised or stressed out. I think we are both old enough to deal with it. I saw you without any clothes on. I'm not bothered by it. You shouldn't be either. Women half your age would be overjoyed to look like you."

She blushed but was unsure of how to respond. Eventually, she smiled.

"Thank you. That was a bit awkward. Almost as awkward as dealing with Jay. She pushes the boundaries. No, she goes beyond them, with the sexual language."

"She's young. She has raging hormones and she gets it from Christine."

"Really?"

"Christine is just better at knowing, when and with who she can get away with it. She's probably not like it with you."

She sat and thought for a while, as we finished off our coffee. She went to the kitchen to make another. Her bottom wobbled slightly in the tight material. It would still be some time before anyone else came down. By the time she returned, she had clearly gathered her thoughts.

"Do you know anything about some books?"

"Possibly."

"Out with it."

"Yes. That was Christine. She told me that she found one of your books. The shop where she works has a whole room devoted to erotica. Actually, I introduced her to the owners. She thought you would appreciate them as a present."

She sat there open mouthed. If she had blushed before, now her face was bright red.

"God. She told you about that. I didn't say anything. I thought she would keep it to herself."

"What you like to read is up to you. We are hardly in a position to judge Christine works in the shop and I'm a customer. Like I said. Christine and Jay are quite alike. It's just that Jay seems to have decided, that she can talk to you, when Christine decided not to. I know that Christine talks to Diane and Jay about all sorts of things. They have no secrets. If the girls ask her something, she gives them an honest answer. She talks openly to me too. I don't think Darren wanted to listen, to what she had to say. It is probably the reason she has ended up where she is."

"This really isn't what I had in mind when I came downstairs."

"I don't expect anyone sets out, to have a conversation like this. Except perhaps Jay."

She let out an embarrassed little laugh. Then took a sip of her coffee. There were sounds coming from upstairs. I looked up at the clock. Time had flown. I expected it to be nearly 7. It was actually closer to 8. Mum picked up her mug, stroked the top of my head and went back upstairs. I put on the clothes I'd worn the day before and waited my turn to go upstairs and change. Christine came down just after mum went up.

"I don't suppose you got much sleep last night. No muffled head down. Missionary, cowgirl?"

I scowled at her. Related the exchanges with Jay and mum. I went up to get changed and pack my bag. Judging sufficient time had passed for me to dress, Christine returned to her room. She hugged me and planted a kiss on my lips, before rubbing her hand over my crotch. Even through my jeans it felt lovely. I had a quick stroke of her bum and we went down to breakfast.

I gave mum a hug and kissed her cheek as I was getting ready to leave. Said goodbye to everyone and got a wink from Jay. It was going to be a rough week. No Beatrice or Molly, no Christine. I went in to work for a couple of days. Only a couple of us, both single, were there. At least it is easy to get on with a lot of things, when it's quiet. I went to the cafe a couple of times. I could see one of the waitresses looking at me. I finally twigged, it was the one who kept looking at Beatrice. When the only other customer left. She came over.

"Your friend isn't here today?"

"No, she has gone to America for Christmas."

"Are you two..."

I wondered what to say. In reality we weren't anything. Yes, I really liked Beatrice. Could I see myself in a fully committed long term relationship with her? Not really. I decided to be honest.

"Not exactly. I suppose you would call us friends with benefits."

"Oh."

She looked a bit crestfallen.

"If you are interested, go and talk to her. She won't mind. She'll probably be as interested in you, as she is in me."

She perked up. I gave her a business card for the shop and told her when Beatrice would be back. The following day, I wasn't working. I returned to the cafe with the book of photographs. Michelle, the waitress had a real glint in her eye as she saw Beatrice in all of her glory.

That evening I got a phone call from Christine. She was sat in the park, where we used to go as kids. She wanted to be able to talk, rather than hint. The conversations after I had left, had taken some interesting turns. She had sat down with mum, dad, Diane and Jay to explain about living and working in the bookshop. Also about Molly and Beatrice. She thought that dad was quite shocked, the others seemed to take it in their stride. Later, Jay had wanted a lot more detail.

"Just a bit of prior warning. There are going to be some more awkward moment's coming your way. You can thank my daughter's big mouth."

Jay's boundary pushing had, to an extent, dropped me in it. She had asked her gran, if she had had a good night, with a bit of a grin. Everything spiralled, or should that be spilled out. Jay said she had heard them having fun. Not only that but that I'd heard too. Christine had to admit that she had heard them, for years. Unlike the lesbian revelation, dad didn't bat an eyelid. He started to laugh but turned it in to a cough. He seemed fine with it. Mum was mortified. How you can orgasm with such abandon and expect nobody to notice? Even Diane, usually quiet and reserved had offered her view.

"What's the problem? We all do it."

Short and to the point as ever.

When I went back to pick Christine up. I didn't know what to expect. Christine opened the door to let me in. Only she and mum were at home. Dad had taken Diane and Jay out for the day. A tactical move, or just a coincidence? Christine went to the kitchen to make some drinks and I sat in one of the armchairs. Mum didn't say anything other than hello, how have you been? Christine came back, with three mugs of tea. There was silence for a few minutes. Christine broke it.

"This is down to my parenting. I think I've been a little too relaxed with them. Diane has a lot of self discipline. Jay doesn't seem to have any. All I can say is sorry."

"Don't be silly. Things and times change. I was aware of my parents having sex. I'm certain that they knew I heard them. They never said anything about it. It wasn't the done thing. People are a lot more open about things, these days. Women's magazines are full of surveys and articles. I suppose me and your dad should have said something, when we knew you were old enough. We never really found the right time."

I decided to weigh in to the conversation.

"This isn't anyone's fault, because nobody has done anything wrong. We both understand that you and dad have needs and urges, like the rest of us. You enjoy what you do. That's great. You have a better life than both of us. Look at the two of us and how disjointed our lives are. Both of us would love to be in a relationship, like you have with dad. There. That's my bit said."

"Finding the right time was something I struggled with. My room being next to yours... I just stayed quiet. Unlike you." Christine added.

Mum started sniggering but it turned in to a full on belly laugh. The happiest I had seen her for a while. I concluded the exchange.

"See. If you don't think there is a problem, there isn't one. It took Jay's big mouth to clear the air, after all this time."

Christine told me, that mum had asked dad to take the girls out, so that we could have this talk. We finished our tea and she collected her bags. We both hugged and kissed mum. As we were leaving, she turned to Christine,

"Thanks for the books. They are great. Really raunchy."

"I'll see if Beatrice can recommend some other's you might like, when she gets back."

I put her bags in the boot and waved as I drove away. Christine spoke first.

"That went a lot better than I expected. When do we tell her about us?"

"Don't you dare. Hopefully, nobody, especially Jay, ever finds out."

The drive back was uneventful. Beatrice would be back in a couple of days so we went back to my place. Inside, she dropped her bag and rubbed my groin.

"God I've missed that. Listening to mum and dad fucking for a week and just having my toys, wasn't enough. I wore out the batteries."

We didn't even make it to the bedroom. She undid the button and zip on my trousers. Her hand eased my erection through the opening in my boxer shorts. She knelt on the living room rug. Getting behind her I flicked up her skirt and pulled the gusset of her knickers aside. They were incredibly damp. I eased into her and began fucking her, hard and fast. Her left hand found her clit. I carried on for as long as I could. Enough for her to reach orgasm but no longer. My legs trembled, as I came with her, for the first time, since she wanked my cock at Christmas. As I withdrew, she rolled on to her back. She had a big grin on her face.

"Come upstairs. I have a Christmas present for you." She said.

I wondered why she had waited this long. It didn't take long to work it out. She told me to undress and lay on the bed. She did likewise. She looked amazing as usual. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. I had some idea what was on the horizon. She had used her fingers in me. She knew that Beatrice and Molly went beyond that. She pulled out a harness, with what looked like a massive dildo attached. to it. She pulled it on. She looked good, if a little scary. It was more girthy than anything I had taken before.

"Lay back and take it like a good sissy."

"It's too big."

"I'll decide that."

She got between my legs and applied loads of lube to her fake cock. It was like she was giving it a wank. More was applied to my anus. Her fingers went into me easily. I was now well used to this. I was being stretched. A third finger? Although I had cum in her downstairs, my cock was rock hard. She pulled out her fingers. They were replaced with the tip of the dildo. I felt her pushing. I responded.

"Yawwww! Fuck!"

The knob was in. I was breathing heavily, trying to cope with the size.

"Stop squealing like a girl and take mummy's big cock in your tight little bum."

Starting slowly, she began to rub my cock in time with her first gentle thrusts. She seemed to be relishing this. Beatrice and Molly seemed to think, that his was something I would love. Christine was determined that I should. She was thrusting deeper and faster. Her fingers coated in my pre cum, rubbing my knob. One final thrust and I was done. I arched my back, my cum shot up across my chest, gradually reducing spurts coating my stomach.

"NAAAAAAAAH! Huh. STOP! STOP!"

She had already stopped thrusting but her fingers were still rubbing my knob.

"FAAAAAAA!"

I had what felt like a second orgasm but without ejaculating. I had lost control, I could feel my body shaking but could do nothing about it. I could hear my breath, rapid short breaths. Tormenting me, she rubbed my knob a couple of times.

"NO! NO!"

This time she relented and began to slowly pull out the dildo. As the knob left me, I shuddered. She removed the harness and lay on top of me, massaging my cum between our two bodies.

"How's my little sissy?"

"Sore. My knob feels raw. Hard to describe what my arse feels like. Ever done anything that size?"

"Of course. One of my ex boyfriends. It hurt like fuck, I screamed louder than you did. Watching you cum was incredible. I've never seen anything like that."

"I've never felt anything like it."

It was still early but we fell asleep both covered in my cum. I woke with a hand wriggling between my legs, getting close to my arsehole.

"Don't even think about it."

"I wasn't. I just wanted you to get up and make some coffee, while I have a shower."

I made a couple of mugs. She was drying off as I came back up. I left them by the bed and had my shower.

"Is it strange, that we now find this so normal?" I asked.

"Probably. I know what we are doing is wrong. You can't deny that the sex is mind blowing. Better than any boyfriend, better than Darren, even when we first married. I don't think we are alone as brother and sister having sex. I think it is that bond, which makes it so special. Do you want to stop?"

"No. I love what we have, as much as I think you do. I'm just worried about people finding out."

"We just need to be really careful. The only person close to us, who knows is Beatrice. She won't tell, she loves your cock so much. I don't think she would want to lose that."

Time moves on. Christine had been in the shop, when Michelle the waitress had come in. The first day back for Beatrice. Beatrice spent quite a lot of time talking to her, before Michelle took her leave. She seemed to be smiling. Christine called me to come by, when I finished work. Beatrice wanted to talk. When I arrived, the shop was already closed but Beatrice was waiting for me. She let me in and took me up to the lounge.

"I have some news for both of you. It is probably going to mean some changes. Molly will be back soon but she will be moving out. She reconnected with an old friend, while we were in the states. He is selling his business, so the at he can retire and come back with her. The two of them will be here for a while, until they can find a place of their own. She is going to carry on working on her photography and using the darkroom. So you will still see her. More pertinent to you. How would you feel, if I spent time with Michelle?"

"Fine by me." Christine said.

"Me too. If that is what you want. We are happy for you."

"It's a bit more complicated than that. You told her about us. So, she knows that there is more to being with me, than a one to one relationship. Would you be happy to carry on?"

"As long as she is alright with that."

"She is. Although, she doesn't want to get involved. If things work out, she will move in to Molly's room, when she moves out. I presume you and Christine will carry on meeting here. Michelle need not know, that you are brother and sister."

So, the arrangements were set in place. Christine was happy to be settled back in her room and working in the shop. Michelle visited a couple of times a week. She was a surprise, according to Christine. A couple of years younger than me, not that surprising. More so, what was under her clothes. She always wore long sleeves and a long skirt at work. Apparently, covered in gothic style tattoos. Arms, thighs, chest, stomach and arse.

"A hot body, perky tits, a tight little arse, like Jay's and black hairy bush." Christine said.

I suppose Molly had tattoos and piercings. Perhaps that was part of the attraction for Beatrice. Even without them, Michelle was cute. Talking of Molly, she returned with her friend, Jerry. About the same age as her, lots of grey hair and quite tall and distinguished. Following her usual attitude, one evening she led him by his cock into the lounge, to show him off to Christine and Beatrice. Christine's description,

"Too fucking big."

They moved out within a couple of weeks. Michelle moved in with Beatrice, sharing her room. I would get a call occasionally, when Beatrice wanted to fuck. Michelle's not wanting to get involved, was about as complicated as everything else. I had thought that she would hide away in her room, when I was there. Not so. She was fine with me walking about naked. She loved to watch. She would watch, when I was with Beatrice. When I was with Christine. She watched when Christine masturbated. She even asked to watch Christine and Beatrice. None of us minded. We were always absorbed in what we were doing. A bit strange but what the hell. She would always be clothed. In fact, I never saw her naked. She didn't even masturbate as she watched. The only times I saw her show any signs of arousal, was when Christine fucked me with the strap on or Beatrice shoved a dildo into my arse. Did she like to watch the ejaculation?

Beatrice later told us that Michelle would recall the memories, while Beatrice went down on her. Even Beatrice never found out why me getting fucked excited her so much. Perhaps the female domination, or as I assumed, the cumshot.

Our rather irregular foursome seemed to work, to everyone's benefit. Incestuous siblings, a lesbian goth voyeur and a skinny bisexual old lady. Who would have thought it?

At mum and dad's things had relaxed, if that is the right word, quite a bit. Mum was getting on really well with Diane they talked a lot, when she was back from university. She was even getting to grips with Jay. Christine and I visited during the Easter break. I was sat in the lounge, having a cup of tea. Jay came in and sat on the couch opposite me.

"Hello trouble."

"Who? Me. Want another look at my arse? It's really cute."

"Thanks for the offer but I've already seen it."

"What about my tits and fanny?"

I said nothing. Trying to make me feel uncomfortable, as usual. I could see a thought building within her. She wanted to continue the conversation we had at Christmas.

"Do you suppose gran screams so much, because granddad has a massive cock?"

"Yes. It's so big, he has to strap it to his leg."

Unnoticed by Jay, mum had come in and was stood right behind her. Jay almost jumped out of her skin. I swear she left the sofa by a foot. Her face went the colour of a ripe tomato, in no time flat.

"Fuck! Sorry gran."

"Language."

Jay scurried away, presumably to her room. Mum was giggling.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"She deserved it. She'll be fine in an hour or so, back to trying to flash her bits and the rest. She does have a cute little bottom."

"You seem a lot more at ease now, than you did at Christmas."

"I am. You can't help being who you are. I've come to accept that. I think I was always trying to be, the perfect suburban mother. That's not what I'm actually like. Besides, I like winding her up. She can't tell if I'm making things up or not. Christine was always black and white with her. She hasn't worked me out yet."

"The look on her face was great."

Easter Sunday, is the big day of the break, in our family. One of mum's roast dinners, a walk in the countryside, finishing off with glasses of wine in the evening. Easter Monday was a mixture between revelation and devastation. After lunch Diane and Jay went to meet friends, home from their respective universities. Dad went off to watch some sport, as he always did. I didn't know what and didn't care. I'm the least sporty person in our family. Even mum knows more about football than I do. It became evident that she had subtly arranged things. As I had suspected, she had at Christmas.

That left myself, mum and Christine. This is where things got way beyond uncomfortable.

"I know what you two are up to."

I looked at Christine, she looked at me. I saw her shoulders drop. I opened my mouth to speak but mum got in first.

"Just be careful that nobody else finds out."

I think both of us were totally stunned, expecting an explosion of anger and disgust. It didn't come. Mum just sat there calmly, no sign that anything out of the ordinary was going on. All I can manage was,

"How?"

"I know you two better than anyone, probably better than you would want me to. I know that you hid your porn, not very well and that Christine hid her make shift dildo and butt plug. I'm glad you are using proper ones now."

"God, mum." Said Christine.

"I can see the way you look at each other. I can read the signs. The occasional comment, a sly touch, when you think nobody is watching. I'm not the mum you have the image of. Michael saw a bit of that, with Jay the other day. I can't just read the signs, I understand them, because I was the same with Simon. You have a connection, that you can't really explain, right?"

This was a lot to take in. Mum knew that I was having sex with Christine. Possibly more shockingly, she had fucked uncle Simon. Christine took the bull by the horns.

"You said, be careful. Does that mean you aren't telling us to stop?"

"I don't think that would do any good. The feelings between myself and Simon were incredibly strong. We were impetuous and overtaken by hormones. We fucked like it was going out of fashion. Looking back it was animal lust and not that great. Not anywhere near what I have with your dad. I still have the strong emotional attachment to Simon. We still talk about it but don't act it out."

I don't think I'd ever heard her use the F word before. She took a short pause. Neither of us wanted to say anything. Mum continued.

"All of this goes no further. Your dad doesn't know about me and Simon. There is no reason he should find out. I don't want to loose what we have together. Our feelings for each other, are as strong as the ones I have with Simon. The sex is way better. We'll you've both heard that. What I know about you two, stays between us. Your dad wouldn't understand. He's an only child."

Christine decided, as the instigator of our arrangement, to give our side of things.

"We never meant for things to go this far. It's like you say. We've had more than just a brother and sister relationship, for as long as either of us can remember. It never went beyond, sexual comments and the odd flash, until things went wrong with Darren. I needed someone to treat me like an attractive and sexual woman. Michael was there to pick up the pieces. Unlike you and Simon, the sex is better than either of us have had with anyone."

"What about the women you live with? That was the line you spun to me and the girls."

Christine tried to explain.

"It's complicated. Really complicated. Molly has moved out with a bloke she used to know. Beatrice has a new lesbian friend. Who is about Michael's age."

She looked at me, I nodded. She did my best to outline what happened between myself, Christine, Beatrice and Michelle.

"And Christine was worried about her parenting skills. Mine must have been terrible. Look how you two have turned out."

"Mum. Can we stick to the lesbian story, for everyone else? I'm still living and working there. For the most part, it's true. It's just not the full picture."

"Whatever you want. Like I said, right at the beginning, just be really careful. Nobody else must ever find out, what you are doing and what I've done."

Mum got us all a drink, a stiff one. Even early in the afternoon we needed it. Christine's lesbian story would stay in place. Mine, hadn't changed for ages. A single bloke living alone. Pretty sad on the face of it. I presumed this was one of the reasons, Jay was always trying to goad me. Mum took a large sip of her drink. She carried on.

"Christine, while we are being honest like this, you should know, that your orgasms are just as loud as mine. It goes both ways, through the same wall."

Christine coloured up. I laughed and she slapped my leg. The conversation was curtailed, as Diane came back in. Christine, still red faced,

"Hi love. Jay still drinking I suppose."

"Trying to change the subject? No need to stop on my account. Jay moans and I grunt. Neither of us are as loud as you two. Yes, Jay is still drinking. She'll be puking by the time she gets back. Diane said.

"How long have you been stood there?"

"Long enough to hear you comparing the noises you make when you cum."

She went over and poured herself a brandy and came to join us.

"I think that's probably enough of that." Mum said.

"Have I missed all of the juicy bits?"

"None to miss."

I don't think Diane was buying any of that but she didn't push the point. Jay wouldn't have let it end there.

It had initially felt really uncomfortable, having the talk with mum. As it went on, both of us felt reassured. At least we had someone looking out for us. She was amazing, fending off any potential questions. Diane, matter of fact, just shrugged everything off, no matter what Jay thought was going on. Mum was relishing the role she had created for herself, teasing Jay. One day she left their bedroom door open. Jay saw dad with an erection. Dad seemed to be playing along. Disappointed and now confused. Her grandmother had lied to her. Something Christine never did. Jay never asked about the two of us, so there was no need to be anything other than truthful. Mum started hinting at details. Some from her books and others she shared with dad in bed. She could see Jay trying to work out, whether she was telling the truth or not. Knowing what I got up to with Christine, I thought a fair bit of it would be true.

Between Easter and the summer break, mum came to visit. Dad was away on business, the girls at university. With Michelle and Christine at Beatrice's she came to stay with me. My house is small but I do have a spare room. It doesn't get used but it does have a bed, bedside cabinet and a bedside light. Not luxurious but adequate for a couple of days. Christine met mum and handed over her key, so that mum could come and go as she liked, if I was at work. They were both there when I got home. Christine was cooking dinner. I slumped into an armchair. After dinner and a drink Christine went back to her room above the shop. I think mum was surprised. It's not like we are youngsters, we don't feel the need to be together all the time.

I sat in the lounge chatting, mum drank a couple of glasses of wine. I stuck to tea, work tomorrow. We went upstairs to get ready for bed. Mum had already dropped off her things, in the spare room. There was a near repeat of what happened at their house. Mum walked along the landing naked, heading for the bathroom. This time the embarrassment was mine. I wasn't wearing anything either. I suppose she thought, I've seen it once, no point hiding it. She did look magnificent. Sexy and womanly.

"Don't get any ideas. I know I look like your sister but that's as far as it goes. We aren't going down that route. Have a good look and you can wank later."

She pushed into the bathroom ahead of me. I heard the door lock. My imagination was running away with me. She emerged wrapped in a towel. I showered and went back to my room. There are only the two bedrooms and the bathroom upstairs, hardly any separation. Much less than at mum and dad's place. What's more the walls are thin. Brick at mum and dads, studding and plasterboard here. It didn't take long, for sounds of masturbation to reach my ears. Was mum taunting me or did she genuinely feel the need to get herself off? I thought the latter. Buzzing, louder than anything Christine had. Followed my moaning and finally,

"Oow! Oow! Oow!"

The buzzing stopped,, he didn't. I couldn't. I'd resisted touching myself, when I heard her and dad at Christmas. Now, I had abandoned any reservations and was wanking furiously. No more so than mum.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. Ahhhhh."

This was enough for me to shoot a huge amount of cum all over myself. I let out a long loud groan. No further noises from the other room. I cleaned myself up, with some tissues and fell asleep.

I woke with a hard on, from some dreams, which as you can imagine, revolved around my mum. I had a wash, got dressed and made some tea. I took a cup upstairs. I knocked on the spare room door.

"Come in."

Mum was sat up, breasts above the duvet, reading. No mention of the previous evening. Just an exchange of good mornings. I put the tea down, beside the bed and said I would see her later. As I left, my thought was, that the book she was reading, could have been one that Christine had given her. Was she getting ready for another orgasm?

Another long day at work. If I thought the evening was going to be relaxing, like yesterday, I was mistaken. Mum and Christine were in the kitchen cooking when I arrived. They both had furtive looks about them. What had they been doing, or what were they planning? After dinner, I found out.

"Haven't you turned out to be an interesting young man."

Mum had spent the day at the shop, with Christine and Beatrice. She had come back with a couple more books and a lot of information, too much, about her son, daughter and our friends. Molly had arrived to develop and print her latest shoot. Including some shots of Jerry. Even mum blanched at the thought of his size. Mum and Beatrice hit it off instantly. I suppose they are of a similar age and definitely have similar interests. Unfortunately for me, Beatrice was a lot more forthcoming, that I and Christine had been. Swallowing my cum and my anal ability, were now out in the open. My turn to go bright red.

"Everyone does anal these days. You're dad is good but I don't think he could manage three women. He's not even keen on kissing, after I've given him a blowjob."

"Bloody hell mum."

"Michael. There isn't anything left to be embarrassed about. We've seen each other naked. I know you wanked last night, as I was masturbating. You are having sex with Christine and Beatrice. It's not like I haven't done most, of what you have. We are far more alike than you had ever imagined."

Christine had sat quietly through this exchange. She didn't seem bothered about it at all. Mum, like Diane was matter of fact, about it all. There wasn't really anything I could say. Everything she had said was true.

From this point on, nothing seemed to be out of bounds. As time went on, the three of us shared a lot. The ties between us, strengthened by the secrets we held. Mum would visit Beatrice occasionally. She was a regular customer, adding to her ever growing library. If Beatrice came across something she thought mum would like, she would put it aside, until she visited. Mum admitted to her first lesbian experience, with Beatrice, when Michelle was visiting her family. She even told dad about it.

What most people would consider freaky, gradually became the norm, when the three of us were together and nobody else was around. There appeared to be unwritten rules but even so, initially if felt odd. Neither Christine nor myself ever touched mum in a sexual way. That didn't stop the three of us being in the same room. Mum would watch Christine fuck my arse, drip cum into my mouth and the two of us fucking in all sorts of positions. She would masturbate and cum loudly as we did everything. For us, it added to the illicit excitement. In answer to Christine's question, mum's anus was just as dark as hers, although completely devoid of hair. Her anal ability at least a match for mine. She would regularly fuck her arse with a dildo as she came. As Christine pointed out, this appeared in a lot of the books mum had.

As of today, at least as far as we know, nobody other than mum and Beatrice know the nature of my relationship with my sister. Long may that continue.