Pink - Learning to Fly

This is a purely fictional (rewrite of my very first) story based around well publicised, historical social event - Live Aid. For those looking for true facts and reality, please move on. All people engaging in sexual activity are 18 or over.

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Next morning - Chloe's Perspective

Waking up the next morning, I was momentarily disorientated by my strange surroundings. I was facing outwards, on the right hand side of the bed and I rolled onto my back, immediately identifying the sleeping, muscular, brown haired man with the chiseled looks beside me, as my brother, Adam. The sticky feeling between my legs, and that warm "Glow" you have the morning after, reminded me that last night, brotherly and sisterly, we were not.

I lifted the covers off and looked down at myself, almost to confirm what I already knew, I was naked. I briefly ran my fingers over my pussy, resting after what was an amazing workout. I couldn't help but visualise the intrusive activity from a few hours earlier, and lament the lack of shaving beforehand.

Looking over to Adam, and the rise and fall of his chest, I couldn't help myself but to look under his side of the bedsheets too. There, standing tall in the morning light was the penis that had brought back the woman in me last night, and twenty years ago had injected our son into my womb.

Glancing at the clock on his nightstand I saw it was 8:05am, and my brother was still dead to the world. I wasn't regretful in the slightest about what had happened, but I was anxious about the conversations that were bound to follow as I'd just told him he was the father of his 19 year old, now former, nephew.

I needed to use the bathroom, quietly slipping out of bed, I picked up my discarded pyjamas, and opting not to risk waking him by using the en-suite, I made my way to the main bathroom. As I entered, still naked, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My black hair backed up the memory that I had been fucking, hard. Wiping myself after going to the toilet, I again acknowledged the need to buy a razor. Then another realisation hit me like an archer's arrow...... Adam had cum inside me, I was completely unprotected and I needed the morning after / Plan B pill, as I had never reinstated my contraceptive pills after rehab. The decision was made, I needed to visit that chemist / pharmacy I noticed in the nearest town.

I quickly returned to the spare room and put on the clothes from yesterday, complete with baseball cap and sunglasses. I looked in on my still sleeping brother and decided to leave him a note, and having a momentary debate about it's contents, I decided on,

"Gone to shops. Love, Chloe XX."

Then, trying to be as quiet as possible, I realised quite how loud everything was. I challenge anyone to cold-start a nearly 30 year old car quietly, with two barking dogs announcing your every movement. I pondered the best ever day and night before, as I drove and also thinking what would transpire upon my return.

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Adam's Perspective

I woke to the sound of the alarm I had set for 9am to remind me to let the dogs out. Chloe was gone and I immediately panicked. Sitting up, I looked out of the window and her car was gone too. I thought, 'Shit, this is bad,' as I reflected on the AMAZING night before, now with a different perspective. Walking back towards the bed I spotted a piece of paper on the pillow. "Oh thank fuck," I said aloud as I rubbed my face while reading her note.

After a quick shower and shave, I went to let my dogs (Troy and Otto) out. Standing in the garden with a cup of coffee I heard the unmistakable sound of an old VW Golf approach. Troy had wanted to play ball, so I got distracted and didn't hear her go in the house. Eventually, I convinced my furry friends to go indoors so I could get them their breakfast. I heard the shower running as I came through the hallway and sighed contentedly that Chloe was back.

I decided to make breakfast as she showered, hers taking about three times as long as mine did. I was nervous as hell, thinking about how this conversation would go. It's not every day you find out you've a son who has been your nephew for 19 years. What the fuck is that about!! I didn't know if I was angry at her not telling me, or happy that it's a fact.

As I busily set about preparing eggs and bacon, and was just buttering toast when the door opened and there she was. Hair now tied up in a ponytail, clad in grey sweat pants and white t-shirt, she greeted me with a nervous smile and a "Hi," as she stopped dead in the doorway.

"Hi," I replied, turning to briefly make eye contact, "Why don't you sit and I'll bring your breakfast over."

"Ok, thank you," she replied, seemingly as uncertain as me.

Setting her plate in front of her, and mine at the other side of the table, each with cups of tea, we ate almost in silence. She asked me if the dogs were alright and we exchange other pleasantries as we dined.

Then I addressed the huge, grey elephant in the room via asking her about her impending day at Wimbledon, a present from her....... no, our son, Charlie.

"What time are you meeting Charlie then?" As she stopped chewing her food.

"Erm, about 12. I'll need to leave soon I guess......."

"I can drive you if you like. Save you having to park."

"That would be great. You're...... ok with me staying here tonight?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Adam, after what I told you......."Chloe sighed,"God I'm such a fucking mess."

"Does he know?" I asked, making her shift uneasily in her seat. "What does Matt know?"

"Matt knows everything. Since we found out he wasn't the father. He was so angry at first and said he wished we'd never met. But he is a good man. When he calmed down he said he didn't want Charlie to know just yet, as he's had enough going on," she said, looking into her cup of tea.

"That surprises me," I sighed, doing the maths and remembering how Matt flew over from USA to be with his family at our Dad's funeral, knowing all there was to know by then. His comment about me being the man of the family now had a little more weight.

"He said he's been Charlie's Dad for all his life and why would he make that change now," she sullenly said.

"Now I'm really surprised! I had him down as a right asshole," I exclaimed.

"No no. The only asshole would be me," she interjected,"general asshole to all men who love her."

I went on to ask her why she had kept this all to herself all these years and she swore on her own life that she thought that Matt was Charlie's father. They even have the same red hair, but then again, my beard is ginger when I grow it.

"I do love you, very much," I confirmed, eventually winning the battle with her tea cup and locking eyes with her briefly, before she dropped her gaze and stood. She walked over to leave her empty plate to the sink and leaned on it with her back to me. "I'll understand if last night was just the heat of the moment, maybe I took advantage of your emotional state," she rambled.

I crossed the floor and stood behind her, asking if she thought it was was a mistake, placing my hand on her right shoulder.

"Do you think it was a mistake?" She breathed, tilting her head to rub against my fingers.

"No...... we need to talk about Charlie much more but, I've no regrets about us. I hope..... I hope it wasn't a one off regret," I nervously replied before asking, "How do you feel?"

She took my hand in hers, turning around to face me. "Adam," she hissed, "I woke up this morning feeling sticky and used. And not only that, I was sticky because of my brother........ And it felt good, right! So good. So good that I've had to get the morning after pill, and then I want you again."

I looked into her nervous eyes, realising I still held the cup and plate I was going to leave in the sink.

"Adam," she said in a low and husky voice I wasn't familiar with, while setting her crockery on the table, "I don't think I'll ever feel anything like that again. I hope you'll prove me wrong later."

"How later, when have you to be ready to go?" I painfully enquired, starting between her eyes and her chest, her cleavage now in my eye line.

"You want to see my breasts and vagina again, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"You know its OK to want to see my breasts and vagina now?"

"Really?"

"Yes. Tell me."

"I want to see your breasts and vagina please, Chloe."

"Who does?"

"Your brother wants to suck your tits and cum in your pussy again, Chloe."

"Well, what if we make love later, you can have all of me when I get home. But right now," she said, removing her bottoms, allowing them to fall, before stepping out of them, "Would you fuck me ragged before I go, as hard as you can, please?", a as she stood in T-Shirt and blue lace panties.

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Chloe's Perspective

I didn't know who this demon was, who's words were now spilling from my mouth, but I loved her. I could feel my knickers moistening, and needed to get them off me, NOW!

Adam could so easily say no and tell me to explain myself some more, but taking the risk, I looked in his eyes and removed my panties, allowing them to fall to the floor and kicked them under the breakfast table. My brother immediately lowered his gaze to my now completely shaven 'Dawn,' my pussy.

I think it's a pussy and not the more clinical vagina when you're this close to it being fucked, and you're glistening with wetness. I reached around his shoulders to lean in for a kiss, but he had other ideas. No tenderness would be welcome here this morning as he grabbed me by my hips, and in a show of strength that almost made me orgasm on the spot, he raised from seated with all my weight on him, spun me around and lay me on my back on the dining table. I'd never seen this look in his eyes before, in any man's eyes for that matter! Hunger, frustration, a little anger perhaps and VERY aroused.

Standing as he lowered the shorts he was wearing, taking his boxer shorts along with them whilst hungrily looking at me, at that moment, I genuinely think he had switched everything else in the world off, including the proprietor of the vagina now splayed open in front of him.

I was so turned on as he raised my knees and leaned between my legs and down to kiss my pussy. This was something of a limited experience for me, as Matt, my ex-husband, didn't really like going down on me. In almost twenty years, he'd only did it a handful of times. And as for Rufus..... my part time fuck buddy and bisexual drummer, who's in a relationship with a man, he was no big fan of it either.

He probed his tongue between my outer folds that brought out a yelp from my lips. Licking me from my bum to my clit, he inserted a finger and slowly probed me. Removing his finger, he spread my lips and fucked me with his tongue, still not making contact with my needy clit. He looked up at me as I lay helpless on his kitchen table. Thank fuck it was sturdy oakwood!

He speared his tongue deep inside me and I thought, 'This guy is a fucking lizard' as I felt my climax lay it's foundation deep within me. He added the finger again, twisting it around and using the 'Come Hither' motion which rubbed my G-Spott. I tried in vain to push his hand away, I really did, but he's so strong my little paws were no match. I could now hear my soggy pussy singing the song of its arousal, as with every movement in and out, I squelched in celebration. I would usually be embarrassed by this sound but not this time. It made me more turned on, more wet, more hungry for the main course. But he wasn't finished his starter yet, and increases the movement on my G-spot. Rubbing it more and more as he blew a light breeze of air over my clit.

Feeling new sensations begin to take hold, I looked down at him again as he looked back up to me and I cum. Waves of orgasm washed over me in a climax not ever broken on me before. I ran my hands over my tits, still covered by bra and t-shirt and can hold it in no longer. "Ah, oh fuck, oh Adam that's the spot, ah, ah, AH!" I screamed at the top of my voice, thinking that my world was coming to an end.

How wrong I was.

Removing his finger, he looked up at the writhing mess before him and delved back between my legs with his mouth, covering my entire small sex. I reached down to push him away but he grabbed onto my thighs to hold me in place as he homed in on my clit. He briefly stopped, I saw thick streams of my girl cum, keeping us connected as he looked up at me, then he sucked my hard, erect clit into his mouth, squeezing it between his lips as he sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue.

Now, the bottom fell out of my world. I saw stars in my tightly closed eyes. I wailed like a banshee as my body convulsed as he suddenly stopped licking, just as I could feel the tightening feeling that I needed to pee, let go. Too turned on to be embarrassed, and in a first for me, what seemed like litres of clear fluid ejaculated from my virgin like vagina. She had never had an assault like this before as I spasmed and convulsed out of control, coating Adam in whatever this is!

Lying on the table yelping and twitching, my sinfully erotic ordeal was far from over. He slid me to the edge of the table and reached down between our bodies and it didn't take long to find out what he was doing. In one single motion, he slammed that thick, throbbing menace to my sanity inside me, right up to the hilt, bringing my legs up against his beefy chest. God how he fucked me. My soaking, already spent pussy taking all she could handle, every thrust feeling like electric shocks being delivered from my pussy to my brain.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled out, and I gave him a questioning gaze as his strong arms lifted me up and onto my feet. He turned me around and bent me over the table and as I'm only short, I was hanging over the edge with my feet dangling just off the floor, as he settled in between my child-bearing hips, thumping back into my molten hot core.

First he put his hands on my shoulders, then he ran them down my back, leaning in to lick it. I moaned a somewhat feeble moan, not sure how much more I could take as he gripped me by the waist and started gently moving in and out.

Feeling another orgasm forming as he increased his pace, a voice said, "Harder," as his thrusting got more heated. He moved me backwards slightly, holding my entire bottom half's weight in his hands, gripping me tight as he started to pound me.

"Harder!" there it was again, before I realised that the voice was mine. I felt like I was floating beside us, watching him pound into my tiny body with his bruising manhood. "Harder," I breathed again as he tightened his grip on me even more.

If last night we made love, and I lost control control when I had ridden him for our second time shortly after, this was different. He now had complete control over my body. This wasn't love making, this was carnal, animalistic. I was being mated, and I loved it.

"Don't stop," I breathed, almost too frightened to speak, which sent more shockwaves to my pussy and deep within me. He still hadn't said a word to me, as I grabbed the sides of the table while my climax grew again. I felt light headed, and the familiar warmth started to spread as his breathing began to get shallow as I clenched his cock in my pussy, still soaking, trembling and wanting more.

Suddenly, he lifted me, holding me in the air with my back pressed against him and I could feel his sweaty body through my t-shirt. I felt his pectoral muscles flexing as we moved with his arms tight across my chest, and his penis keeping me up as he carried me to the sofa beside the TV in his kitchen.

There, he bent me over it and lifted my right knee onto the cushioned back. This new angle took him deeper as he again fucked me from behind. He reached up under my top and under my bra as he held me up, fondling my left tit before he continued his most amazing war on my senses.

God was he deep. I had never been fucked this deep before, and although he's apparently not large, I'm small and I could feel him just kiss what must be my cervix. The noises I made as a result were previously unknown to me as he bottomed out and I shudder, with a deep cry from my belly like I've been punched in the stomach, "UH."

Finally he spoke. "Are you OK?" He panted.

"Don't you dare stop," the devil inside me hungrily spewed, as he again, slightly more gentle but so deep, fucked my weeping pussy as I feel her trying to milk him, to fertilise her depths.

I felt him getting faster. He pulled me up against him, hands both under my top on my now uncovered breasts as I reached around to kiss him for the first time since we started. "Cum for your..... Uh..... sister," I gently hummed, as he set my body down on the back of the sofa. He took hold of my hips, slapping my right cheek as he pistoned in and out. His pace increasing, with him spreading me further as his cock thickened even more.

Then a thought sprang to my mind, I had to taste him, "DON'T CUM IN ME!" I almost screamed and he pulled out and I fell to my knees, taking him into my mouth. He gripped my head with both hands and stared in amazement as what seemed like litres of boiling hot semen overloaded my mouth, causing it to drip down my chin and his balls as I swallowed my slightly salty load.

"Holy fuck that was hot," I stated to obvious, as I returned my boobs to my bra. "I've to concentrate on tennis after that you know,"

"Gives a new meaning to 'New Balls Please' doesn't it," he panted, making me giggle.

"I hope after all this I'm still unseeded," I return. And then he said something I wasn't expecting.

"Well, we didn't do too bad the first time, with Charlie." Which made me even weaker at the knees, and as I pulled him in for a hug he said, "I can't quite tell you how happy I am right now, Chloe, but if this is a one-off amazing weekend, I'm very thankful."

"Does this feel like a one-off to you?" I smiled, bringing his hand to my still hammering heart. "I love you, brother of mine. In every way you need me to."

He kissed me again, gently. With our soft, post-sex glow, the softness of our lips were a stark contrast to the brutal fuck session we had just shared. Eventually I tore myself away to compose myself, bending down to pick my panties up, I was fully aware he was looking at my bum and fuck that turned me on. Having no familiarity of a man looking at me with such lust, I purposely wiggled my bum as I shimmed them up my legs. Turning around, I waved playfully with my sweatpants in my arm and teased, "Hold that thought, dear brother. I have to go get ready." Then, crossing the gap between us, I cupped his chin with my free hand and kissed his lips, then, recalling my brief training to be a model for one of our music videos, I gave it maximum wiggle as I left.

About 45 minutes later, now ready for the day ahead, I came back down in my Wimbledon wear. I will admit myself that I had gone all out. I had my hair down, styled wavy in banana curls, meeting a blue, figure-hugging sundress (with body shaping underwear that kept everything but my boobs down), secured over my left shoulder with one strap, and came halfway down my tanned thighs. I finished it with a blue fascinator hat, sitting just off-centre to the right, and blue high heeled sandals. "Wow!" Adam exclaimed, with his mouth hanging open.

Not coming near him, I put my hand on my right hip and the with the other I "Doff my cap" to him and say, "Am I ok, little brother?

"You're fucking stunning," he salivate in a long, lust-filled breath.

I then reached into my small black clutch-bag and hand him the lacy, blue panties I had worn before we fucked earlier, breathing, "I had to make some sacrifices for this dress, can you take care of these for me?"

"You fucking tease....." He exclaimed, adding, "Wait until I'm getting you out of that later," As I walked away from him towards the car, again giving it wiggle to the maximum.

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As Adam had offered to give me a lift, I realised we had a problem. With his car still at his work, there was no way I was getting in and out his truck in this dress. It just wasn't happening, so he drove my car, stalling the 30 year old girl twice by the time we got to the end of the road.

"Want me to drive?" I teased.

"Don't you have a proper car you could have brought? It's more of a handful than you are," he quipped.

"I have a Range Rover sitting at home but it's too big. Besides, I like driving this one..... don't you dare thrash her like you just did to me," I retorted, caressing his hand that's resting on the gear stick.

"You love it," he smiled, making me feel warm inside. We then drove in silence for the next few minutes before my phone rang. It was my son, who was supposed to be meeting me here today. I knew it was bad news, he couldn't go but he had driven to pick Mum up and brought her down to go instead, and she would meet us there with the tickets. I hung up and turned to Adam in a panic.

"Fuck, Adam, Mum will see us. She'll know what we're doing, she'll fucking know and it'll be all over!"

"Calm down, she's can't know. We're just a brother giving a sister a lift and letting her stay in his house, what could be suspicious about that?"

"She'll know. She knew Matt divorced me because of me fucking someone else......."

"But she didn't know it was me, your brother that you fucked," he said firmly, as I breathed deeply and saw his logic. Of course she couldn't know.

I'd restored some sort of calmness by the time we arrived at the VIP gate. A security guard stopped us and asked for ID, "I got Chloe Chambers, just a drop off then I'm leaving,"

"I see her name on the list. The other member of the party is already here," before looking me up and down and saying, "Nice to see you again, Ms Chambers," to which I said thank you.

"He's seen the pics and all!" I grunted, bringing belly laughs from Adam. "Don't laugh, this is my first real public outing since those pictures. Everyone will be looking at me, picturing me naked!"

"Don't you think they'll maybe be more focused on Roger Federer?" He suggested, and I know he's right. But still, a girl is allows her moment of panicking. He seems to know how to sooth me in every way.

We arrived and I spotted Mum, who looked amazing. She immediately recognised my car and looked in, surprised to find Adam behind the wheel. "Oh hello love, didn't expect to see you," as we both exited the car to hug our Mum. I had to lean on the door briefly, as I was slightly stiff and sore after my morning sex-workout.

"Yeah, no point her leaving the car in parking when she'll be coming back to mine later," explained Adam."

"Oh, that's a bummer," said mum, "I was hoping to grab a lift back home later."

Adam and I both looked each other with an uneasy inevitability forming, knowing what needed to be said. "Sure why not stay the night, Mum. I can drive you home in the morning." Immediately ruling out the hot, steamy night of passion we had planned.

"Oh that would be wonderful, if it's no trouble? It'll be just like old times," she beamed. I thought, 'Hmmm, if only you knew just how new the times were, Mum,' again giving Adam a knowing look as we said our goodbyes, taking extra care to go for a sisterly kiss on the cheek.

I immediately texted him when we got into Centre Court and took our seats;

CC = Chloe Chambers / AC = Adam Chambers

CC: FUCK, I'm so sorry just inviting her back 2 your house

AC: Don't be daft, what else could we say?

CC: I know. I was just so looking forward to coming home to you, like normal couples do

AC: Me too babe. But I've already got a plan. I'll put her in the room you were supposed to be sleeping in.

CC: That's the first time you've called me babe! xx

CC: Where's my room?

AC: I'll show you later. Just let's say there's ways and means....... I'll get you a flashlight. xx

CC: A what!!??!!?? Where am I going!?

AC: Trust me.

I did trust him, but why the fuck would I need a flashlight! Christ, it had all got a bit weird, very quickly. I couldn't help but wonder what his ways and means were, if he was giving her the room on the same floor as him. That only left the attic!

I could hardly stop thinking about it, and mainly, him. God I needed him on me, in me and everything involved with that. My phone beeped again and it was Adam again and in some weird, telepathy the message read:

AC: Don't worry, I'm still tasting your "Deuce" tonight. Can I serve my balls into your court?

Laughing into my phone, and Mum thinking I've gone nuts, I replied:

CC: You're insane!! Mum will hear us, I'm very tender after you pounded me

AC: You'll just have to be quiet and not make a "Racquet!!"

CC: Oh that was bad. I'm calling Fault!

Mum then asked me something about the tennis match in front of us and I had no idea! I had missed half a set and Federer was cruising. This might be a long day.

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The tennis ended and Adam was on his way when on our way out a young, male reporter shoved a microphone in my face saying, "Chloe Chambers from Northern Sunrise, what did you think of that today? "

I replied with some general spiel about how amazing Federer was and it had been plain sailing really, when he went dark! I can still hear him clear as day as he opened his face and said, "I bet you wish your year had been plain sailing. I almost didn't recognise you fully clothed, ah ha ha."

I was outraged, not mortified or embarrassed as I had been through a lot this year, and wasn't giving this little shit any comedy. I calmly looked at his cameraman, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him, then asked my interviewer, "Is this live?" To which he gleefully nodded and I continued, "Well, my issues at the start of the year were largely down to an alcohol addiction. I'm sure you, your company and management will join me, in urging anybody out there who's struggling, to seek help like I did. Let's not make light of these things. And as for the pictures you referred to, I think I'm not the one in those images with the permanent, ahem, 'Little problem,' if you're even old enough to catch my meaning," wiggling my little finger as his cameraman struggled to breathe and not collapse with laughter.

Mum hugged me as we walked away, saying, "I've never been more proud of my daughter, whatever you're doing to make you feel like this, keep doing it!"

If only she knew.......

As we drove home, I could tell I had 'Did a thing,' as in, still not sure if the thing I did was positive or negative. My interview was played on the radio Adam was listening to, and the DJ said it was all over some thing called MySpace. Adam had retrieved his car, and as the radio was crystal clear in it, you could hear every word. I was still angry about it, but when I heard Adam say, "That was fucking awesome, sis," thumping the steering wheel and laughing with Mum. I had to join in with seeing the funny side of it.

My phone rang as we got to his house, it was my manager telling me to come and see her tomorrow. She already had received a phone call from a well known magazine for an interview, and she thought this could snowball. I came into the house, finding Mum and Adam in the kitchen with the kettle boiling. I put my head in my hands and, laughing, said, "What the fuck have I done?"

"You've been absolutely fucking amazing, that's what," beamed Adam as he hugged me tightly, just about remembering to keep his hands off my bum.

"Wonderful, I'm so proud of you, but do modify your language," Mum giggled.

Mum, Adam and I then settled into the living room with our cups of tea, catching the tail end of the news on TV and you've guessed, I'm fucking on it, right at the end of the tennis footage! It was a rival channel to my interview so they only showed a snippet, but the host went on about how brave I was in "Coming out," about my issues.

They also played a song over it that I'd written for our fourth album, about one of my favourite musician who'd passed away through suicide in 1994. I had never met him, but his fight against being a pretty much overnight, global megastar, hit me hard when he died.

'HOLY FUCK," I thought, as Mum, Adam and I sat with open mouths. This was getting silly!

We drank our tea and Mum said she wanted to go to bed. So Adam and I, after giving her a brief tour of the house, showed her to her room. After hugs and goodnights we came back to the living room and sat together, him hugging me into his arms with his left one around my shoulders and the other across my tummy, feeling the stiffness of the figure hugging underwear beneath. "What, a girl needs a hand now and again to keep it all in," I laughed before asking,"So where is my stuff, and where is my room?"

"Well," said Adam, "Have you noticed this house has an odd layout?" and went on to say it had been built for a guy in the Secret Services and had strange, inbuilt security features including emergency, secret passage ways within the walls, linking the upstairs rooms. The one in the room now occupied by Mum was blocked off by a wardrobe. But, crucially, the one in the attic still was accessible from the room, and the stairwell came out right beside the entrance to his room. I was immediately turned on by this! How mundane the reality would turn out.

We went up to the attic bedroom and I familiarised myself with it, an ornate room like your war veteran grandad would have, with a single bed and a built in, mahogany doored wardrobe. We looked in and sure enough, there was a door in it with a deadbolt on so it couldn't be opened from the other side when locked. I told him there was no way I'd be spending the night here on my own as it looked fucking haunted, and he kissed my forehead, reassuring me it was just for effect. He left to shower, and quietly, so as not to disturb Mum, I went to have one too. I changed into my knee-length nightie while I was there before coming back down to the living room.

"Hi," Adam said with a smile as I found him in his pyjamas with two more cups of tea.

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Adam's Perspective

She came in again, dressed in a pink, Tweety-Pie night shirt that barely met her knees. With her raven hair down and makeup washed off, she looked so naturally beautiful as she stood in front of me. I had a sharp intake of breath as she put her hands up to put her hair in a ponytail, lifting her nightie up just under her crotch. I could smell her citrus fruits body wash and feel her heat, radiating from her as she secured her hair in place before sitting down beside me to my right.

Setting my tea down beside hers, she swivelled round, cupped my face in her hand and locked me in a sensual kiss. No tongues, just a long, loving kiss then she sleepily said, "I missed you so much today," before we embraced in a wordless hug. This was the first time we had spent any 'Downtime,' in each others arms and it felt great, as she folded her legs in under herself on the sofa and cuddled into me. It would have been rude not to rest my hand on her bum, giving it a little squeeze.

We separated and drank our tea, talking about her day and the surprise of Mum being here. Chloe confided in me that she was nervous about this new spotlight being shon on her, but I assured her that this was good! This was two-fingers to the bastards who tried to bring her down. "Don't you ever get tired of seeing things so calmly and clearly?" she purred, as I she played with my hair while she drank her tea, then adding, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I breathed, holding her gaze as we finished our tea then leading her by the hand to the living room door. We were just coming around the bend in the stairs when the bathroom door opened and Mum stepped out causing us to let go of our clenched hands, quickly. "Oh hello, just going to bed?" she asked.

"Yeah, we were just catching up, chatting nonsense, you know. I'm just showing Chloe up to her room," I assured Mum.

"Oh you're so thoughtful," she smiled, "Those stairs do look treacherous. Be careful. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Mum, love you," we both harmonised.

"That was close," Chloe breathed. "I'll go up and lock my door from the inside, then come down. Just in case she comes to wake me in the morning."

"Good thinking. It's not perfect but at least we spend the night together," I replied, as we ascended the attic stairs, with Chloe in front giving me a great view of her bum. We kissed outside the door and I agreed to come and meet her in the passageway. I immediately went to get her, lighting the way as we descended the old, dusty staircase.

Entering my room, she let out a deep breath, "Are you OK?" I asked.

"Oh I am, I'm certainly alright now," she purred into my shoulder before she crossed her arms around my neck, "I've waited all day for this," she added.

At that point she went to brush her teeth in my en-suite, so I stripped to my boxer shorts and climbed under the sheet, patiently waiting on her coming back out. I wasn't to be disappointed when she came out, and as she walked towards the bed, she crossed her arms and took her night shirt off, catching it under her breasts momentarily before, almost in slow motion, they tumbled into view. God she is beautiful, completely naked in front of me.

She climbed in beside me and immediately crawled close to my right hand side. She placed her arm across my chest, and edged up a bit to free her trapped right boob, bringing it's soft warmth across me. "This is nice," she purred as I stroked her from her hair to her bum.

"Nice doesn't come close," I replied, nudging her closer and kissing the top of her head. I was just thinking that it didn't matter if we didn't have sex tonight, just having her here was enough, when she moved up beside me on the pillow and gave me a longing look.

"I love you so much," she softly said.

"You know I love you more than I can say. I'm here for keeps, Chloe. We've wasted enough time," I replied, softly, moving a piece of hair from her forehead.

"Love me, Adam," she said in a sleepy, husky tone before leaning over to kiss me. With nothing frenzied like this morning, it was soft, lightly licking each others lips and tongue. I broke off the kiss momentarily to put my arm around her again, stroking her back with my fingers as we softly made out.

I cupped her face in my left hand, still stroking her back with my right as we kissed. As she was leaning across me, her right breast was hanging down between us, with her left pressed into my chest. I gently ran my hand from her head, down her neck and chest and down over the front of her fleshy treasure. I heard her breath breaking and she moaned into my mouth as I cupped the mound into my grasp. We lay like that for a long time, just cupping her and kissing with some gently rubbing across her growing nipple. She ran her hand down my side, discovering I still had boxer shorts on and stopped to say, "Wasn't it supposed to be me who's nervous about being naked?"

I replied,"You were very sleepy, my love. I didn't like to assume...."

"Always assume," she groaned, as she carefully put one knee either side of my right leg, bringing her naked pussy into contact with my thigh. She ground against me as we kissed, now getting slightly more heated as I played with her breast and ran my right hand's fingers up and down her spine, straying to the contours of her bum every few strokes.

I didn't think I was doing anything particularly arousing, when all of a sudden her breathing picked up pace, she increased grinding her pristine pussy into my hairy thigh and grabbed me firmly by the shoulders, pressing her body tightly against mine as she twitched and twisted against me, letting out a gentle, pained, "Mmm-Uh," noise.

I stroked her head until she was still, before she looked at me through bleary eyes and panted, "See what you do to me? I'm so horny!" She then sat up and reached for the elastic of my boxer shorts before saying, "I think someone else wants to join the party," taking in the view of the obvious tent in my boxers. I quickly discarded them and kicked them onto the floor, my precum already weeping from the tip of my cock, now proudly standing to attention.

I motioned to pull her back back on top of me, but she bit her bottom lip and timidly asked, "Would you make love to me, Adam?

"Oh you don't need to ask me that twice," I gushed, as I rolled over, settling into the natural, loving cradle she had formed between her open legs.

We continued kissing gently, adding tongues as I could feel her pussy moisten against my abs. I kissed her neck, nibbled her ear, bringing a moan before I said, "Sssh," reminding her to be quiet. I moved down her shoulder to her left breast, kissing around her crinkled, almost maroon areola. She stroked my hair and I moved on to her right breast, cupping the heavy globe in my hand, licking her areola and savouring her taste. I pinched her nipple on the other boob, bringing another stifled, stuttering breath, "fffffft, Uh-uh-uh-uh." Then, gently, I brought her nipple into my mouth, latching onto her as she cradled my head in her arms, stroking my hair. I looked up into her beautiful brown eyes with her right tit in my mouth as I sucked as much in as I could, rolling my tongue around her entire nipple and areola, gorging myself on every little bump. I spent about ten minutes just going from nipple to nipple, caressing her body, rubbing my abs up and down, side to side against her weeping sex.

She moved her hands to my face and looked pleadingly deep within and whispered, "You're going to make me cum again. Take me, let's cum together," before lifting her arms to let me move into position over her. I took my cock in my hand and looked in her eyes, and asked her if it was ok to be bare. She responded with a nod, and I slipped gently up and inside her hot, silken, tight, velvet sheathe.

Her ragged breath escaped with a "Huh-huh-huh-huh, fuck," as she spread her legs wide and brought her knees up, allowing me deep within her womanhood. I gently rocked in and out, bringing little whimpers from my lover. I sat up between her thighs, still inside her, bringing her knees up towards her chest and pinning them with my forearms, as my knuckles dug into the mattress, taking my weight. I didn't thrust hard, but increased my tempo and plunged into her warmth to greater depths, lightly bumping her final depth as she lay wide open beneath me, whimpering.

I kissed her, and she held my head tightly to her mouth as I gently, but purposefully, pistoned in and out of Chloe's most sacred place. "I love you so much," she hissed before moaning,"I'm close. Cum with me," as I took my supporting arms away from her knees, allowing them to hang by my side as I gripped her by the waist.

Now I could see her breasts bounce freely with every thrust, rippling like jelly as I increased my thrusting inside her. She seemed to notice my focus on her chest and put her arm under her breasts to restrain them.

"Does it..... hurt...... when they....... bounce?" I asked, not stopping my thrusting.

"Oh fuck no..... I..... I just feel...... exposed, she shyly replied."

I took her hands and lifted her arms, raising both above her head and held them wide. I drilled in and out of her, looking down where we were joined as one. I slowly grazed my fingers down her arms and, kissing her, said, "A body like yours should never be restrained."

Still gazing into her eyes, I continued my in/out, in/out movement and almost lost myself as she whimpered and bathed my cock in her heavenly juices.

I could feel her tightening around me, and she confirmed what was happening when she grabbed me around the neck and hissed, "Oh fuck! Oh Adam, I'm cumming, I..... I..... I......"

Her head went back and her eyes rolled as she clenched me tightly in her arms, and I could feel her vaginal muscles milking my thickness for it's potent broth, as her mouth formed a silent scream. She jerked her head forward so hard I feared she had whiplash, and with arms around my neck, mouth open and eyes reaching into my very being, I finally broke and slammed into her twice, before a final, pulverising thrust that brought a high pitched "Uh.... Ah.... Aaaawwwhhhhh God," and I shot a colossal load of hot, creamy cum into her rippling, hungry pussy.

Laying there in her cradle, recovering inside her warmth, I said, "That was unbelievable. Are you OK?"

"Ok," she said, panting. "That's one way to put it,"

Looking into her eyes and still inside her I whispered, "Do you think there's any chance Mum didn't hear that?" as she covered her eyes in embarrassment

"I blame you. I'm only small. You should know better!" was her confident reply.

"Don't the best things come in 5ft 4 packages?" I teased as I stroked her face, easing my cock out of her full, sated pussy and lay my head on her left breast-pillow.

"Yeah about that," she hesitated before continuing. "You know the way I'm... famously, 5ft 4?

"Yeah," I said, stroking her other boob.

"Well, I'm not."

"What do you mean you're not, have you shrunk?" I teased, feeling her breast jiggle against my cheek with my laughing.

"Well," she said, stroking my face and hair, as I looked up at her, "I knew I was 5ft 4 because of one of our music videos. They dressed us all as cowboys and cowgirl, and had us being rounded up by the local sherif. When they 'Arrested us', they did a mockup of an ID parade and mugshots with a backdrop of a height scale. And I was 5ft 4. Fact."

"Ok......" I said, drawing it out and waiting for more information, inadvertently massaging her right boob in suspense.

"Well," she said hesitantly, "It's just that, I forgot..... what do cowboys and cowgirls famously wear?"

Starting into her eyes, smiling, I suggested, "Hats? Shirts? Jeans? Oh shit, boots!"

"Boots!" She confirmed. "And, when one band member is way shorter than the rest, platform boots!"

"So wait a minute," I pondered her words, "Just how long has this confusion been there, and how did you find out you're not 5ft 4?" I asked, no longer able to hide how funny this was.

"Well, the video was in 1989," she said, and it broke me. I laughed my ass off before she 'Shushed,' me, reminding me of Mum's proximity.

"And how did you find out?" I asked, wiping tears from my eyes. "And what height are you?

"It's all highly Rock n' Roll," she scowled,"they measured me when I was in for chemo."

"And..... your real height is?" I asked again as I moved off her, beside her on the bed, knowing she was avoiding the question on purpose.

"I'm 5 ft fucking 1," she said irritatedly, making me lose control of myself again, earning me a slap on the shoulder, play shoving me away.

"Oh fuck," I said as I again wiped my eyes, "I'm sorry for laughing. But..... but, you've been telling people for what, 15 or 16 years that you're the wrong height?"

"Shut up!" She smiled, "It's on every medical form, insurance form.... every bloody thing. Sue, my manager, laughed at me more than you did when I told her. She gave me a framed still of the video with a red X over my height with the real one beside it."

"Oh God, Chloe. You're going to kill me making me laugh..... I love you so much," I said, falling in love with her even deeper, if possible.

"Yeah," she sneered, "I guess I'm quite fond of you and all," as she snuggled in close to my chest with my arm around her as, eventually, sleep took hold.

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Next Morning

Knock knock - "Adam love, it's Mum. Have you seen your sister?"

"N..... no Mum. Is.... everything OK?" I replied.

"I'm just wondering when she's going home. No rush, just ask her if you see her."

"Oh..... ok..... Mum" I said, as I looked down at Chloe as she sucked my cock into her mouth. "Mum.... wants to kno-hoow when you're going," I moaned as she her head bobbed up and down faster.

Releasing my cock, she hissed, "When I've had enough of you," and continued her lavish suction for my pleasure. She licked my balls, gently sucking them into her mouth and released with a pop. She had my tip in her mouth, licking and flicking the underside of my head, making me squirm and wriggle when Mum knocked the door again, telling me breakfast was ready, which broke my concentration and I emptied my balls into Chloe's mouth as I shouted, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming now!" giving a satisfactory reply to both as I shot ropes of sperm into Chloe's throat with her having taken me deep within.

She swallowed my load, looking at me proudly as Mum walked away from the door saying, "Alright love, no need to shout!"

She quickly put her nightie back on before running up the escape run, and into her room. I washed my face and brushed my teeth to wash off the smell of pussy and sex as best I could, without showering, and went to talk to Mum.

Mum had made breakfast, and I sat down and tucked in as she sat down opposite me. About 5 minutes later, my sister made an appearance and I gave her my most convincing, "Oh good morning, you finally joined us? Mum was looking for you," which got me a dirty look.

"Yes, just wondering when you're driving home. You've a meeting today, don't you?"

"Shit yes, I've to meet Sue at 3," Chloe remembered. "Can you wait? Or I could ask Charlie,"

I made a phone call to see if I had any vans or trucks going that way, and by chance, there was a van going. "Mum, fancy a lift with a bloke in a van.....?" And it was decided that Mum would meet Mike, our 60 year old, not scary at all, hairy Hell's Angel for the day.

"Chloe would be better off staying down here another night, instead of driving home approaching rush hour," Mum suggested, to raised eyebrows.

"You'd be more than welcome. I'll never refuse a fair-maiden somewhere to lay her weary head," I very cheerfully replied.

"Ok... I guess that's settled then. If you're sure?" She said with her serious voice.

I nodded my head, trying to not be too keen saying, "Oh yes, I'm more than sure," meeting a smouldering look from Chloe.

Mike arrived to pick Mum up, his hair and beard taking her by surprise. "It's alright my dear, I don't bite and I'm perfectly house-trained," he warmly assured her. She turned to us both and told us to enjoy our evening, pulling Chloe in and saying, "Good luck, love. And enjoy your relaxing evening with your brother. Be careful, I love you both." And got into the van, shifting her warm glances between us.

"Be careful? What did she mean be careful?" I mused.

"She Knows, Adam!" said Chloe, putting her head in her hands, "I told you, she fucking knows everything!"

I reassured her, "She can't know, she would have said so directly. She was telling you to be careful with driving home, and your meeting."

"I'm not so sure. I... I hope you're right. God, Imagine if she did find out."

As I had to go to work, I gave Chloe the spare key. Kissing her goodbye in the kitchen took about 10 minutes. When I returned at 5, she was listening to Nirvana while cooking spaghetti Bolognese and she went on to tell me that not only did a well known, international magazine want to do an interview, but the record company had confirmed that sales of their forth album, from the 1990s, had shot up, as every time she was mentioned on TV or radio, her song about the now deceased rock star was played.

As we ate, I could tell something else was bothering her. Eventually she broke the news. "I do have some bad news," she hesitantly said. "I forgot that I've booked myself in with a personal trainer, starting this coming weekend and I've to be in Lanzarote by Thursday."

"Oh shit, it's Monday, babe. I can't come out as I've to be at work," I bemoaned.

"Probably for the best. You're quite the amazing distraction!" she lovingly smiled and held my hand.

"How long will it be for?, I asked, trying not to be too disappointed, having just found my love with her.

"I'll be gone for 8 weeks, right up to the week before my birthday. You could maybe come see me some weekends? Oh, and can you get that week before my birthday off? I'd love a week, just you and me, you know.... relaxing before my big party."

"Just you try and stop me. No point being the boss if you can't take a holiday," I assured her as she squeezed my hand tighter.

We made love again that evening, 3 times. We fucked like rabbits, her on top, then me, then doggy, then back to her on top. Chloe made sounds that I didn't think possible as our unbridled love was expressed in its most passionate, raw form. We both reached our highest peaks, as my subconscious mind allowed me to "see" my cum pooling, splashing against her pulsating core.

Then, sooner than we both had dreaded, it was time for her to leave to get ready for her trip. As we kissed in my garage beside her car, a thought jumped into my head. "Hey, you know your personal trainer?

"Yeah," she suspiciously replied, wondering what was coming next.

"They're not going to make 'my' boobs shrink, are they?" I said with a sad face.

"Your boobs, you say?" she said, kissing me as I held her tight against me I reminded her, "Oh yeah. You screamed last night that I could nibble, fuck and suck you anytime I liked and treat your body like I own it!"

Laughing, she then returned her searching gaze to my eyes and breathed, "It's ok, brother. I'll have more than enough to keep your urges more than satisfied. Just wait to you see what I can do with my Pussy when I'm fitter," making me hard immediately.

"Tell me, you can't just say that and leave," I wailed, as she kissed me deeply.

"That's for me to know, and you to enjoy when you find out," the devil woman teased before giving me a final, passionately long kiss and then, she was gone. I waved as she drove out of site, scrolling through in my mind how my life has changed in the past 3 days.

Did she have some mythical Vaginal powers, other than the ones I had just experienced?

Would her band reform and take her away from me?

How and what do we tell Charlie?

And, more concerning, how much did Mum know about us?

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Anna Chambers, Mother to Chloe and Adam writes an entry in her diary. It's the evening, not long after arriving home from London, and she has been mulling over the events from the past few days.

'Dear diary,

I met an amazing man today. The most frightening looking man turned out to be so kind. I immediately felt like I was cheating on my husband, my beloved Charlie, as we exchanged numbers and agreed to catch up. Though it's just a passing gesture, I'll hear no more from him.

Then there's the other thing I can hardly even write. My daughter has again become a strong, confident woman, a role model. I could be no prouder than the way she handled the tricky situation during an interview.

The troubling part? I then found out the reason for her confidence and I'm so torn. What with my son and daughter being so at one within themselves, so at ease, it should make a mother's heart sing. How different a feeling it is, when that mother hears just a wall away, her daughter crying out uncontrollably, confirming that only that wall away, her children are in the throws of ecstasy, together.'

To be continued.......