The Guilded Lily Ch. 12: March Hare

Episode 12.

March Hare.

* * *

Slim Blake.

We'd settled back at home after our European Capitals tour. Jo-Jo, Haze, Griff and I had spoken to Todd, our manager, and insisted that we sack Mitch from The Twisted Ravens. His behaviour on tour was unacceptable, even if he was being blackmailed.

We needed a bass player, though we didn't have any immediate recording or gigs to worry about. Haze came to the rescue with a friend of her brother's, Josh Grey. He was a couple of years older than us but came recommended and fitted in well when we auditioned him.

I started writing again, sitting down with either Griff or Haze, sometimes both, to work out fresh material.

We were happy living in my dad's house in Moseley. Despite being wealthy, neither Shelly, Diane or I wanted to move out, enjoying the company and the growing community of children. My sister and her boyfriend, Simon, had moved back there too so the whole family, plus partners and lovers, were together.

Dad had submitted plans to extend the house, adding another three bedrooms to the existing structure. Making more room for the ever-expanding Blake Clan.

* * *

Crystal Blake.

Both Milla and I were showing our pregnancies now, the bump being more evident on her slight frame. She'd started coming to Blake's Wharf to help me in the office of the Blake Foundation most days, bringing Maja with her. The four-year-old bundle of fun made friends of everyone at the foundation and liked to watch Simon in his forge and Kim in her Gym.

We joked about the fact that Jimmy might have got us both pregnant the same night. Mandy and I jumped him when he came back from impregnating Milla, and he'd cum in me after fucking Mandy. Our husband was a bit of a stud!

We realised our babies would be half-siblings, and agreed to let them have as much contact as possible with each other.

The foundation was an outstanding success. We'd homed five people in the flat above The Perfumed Violet, one of them being Jock, the carpenter. We found places for others in hostels and half-way houses.

Apart from Jock, Kim, Simon and myself, another five businesses were at Blake's Wharf now. Ex-homeless people, with ideas or skills they already possessed, stared three of them, the other two were commercial enterprises, employing or training homeless people.

The Blake Foundation supplied grants and loans to get the businesses started, and the ex-homeless start-ups got their first year rent-free.

Our café, The Narrowboat, served food and drinks to visitors at Blake's Wharf but also acted as a training facility for ex-homeless people. We hoped to offer evening functions too, once we trained the staff to a sufficient level.

The twins' assertion that they could tell the sex of the babies would be was tested when Milla and I got our scans at five months. Mandy asked them if they wanted to find out more about their psychic ability, and they'd said yes.

We got back in touch with Blossom, the Wiccan lady who'd celebrated our hand-fasting ceremonies.

She had some clairvoyant skills herself and agreed to spend a couple of hours with the girls each week to see if there was any truth in their claims and develop them if so.

* * *

Bex Blake.

We were both excited to be seeing Blossom again. She was the lady who 'married' Mummy, Mama and Daddy. We were their bridesmaids.

Mummy said she was a sort of witch, but not a bad one. She didn't do spells like on TV, but she knew things about nature and stuff.

The doorbell rang, and Roz and I ran to open it.

"Hi, Blossom," we chorused.

"Hello, Bex," she said to me. "Hello, Roz," to my sister.

"How do you know which is which?" asked Roz.

"Haha, you told me, up here," she said, tapping the side of her head.

"Usually, only our family knows who is who," I said.

"Well, I must be unusual," said Blossom.

Mummy came and greeted Blossom, offering her a cup of tea. We sat in the lounge and Mummy told Blossom to find out if we had any special skills. I know we have, 'cos we can both feel it.

Mummy left us with Blossom and told her to come and find her if there was anything she wasn't sure of.

"Now girls," said Blossom, "I've got some cards here with things on them, shapes and things. I'll pick one and look at it, then ask one of you to tell me the shape on the card."

"First one Roz."

"Square," said Roz.

"Correct."

"Bex?"

"Circle."

"Roz?"

"Number one?"

"Yes, it's a line, like a number one."

We carried on for a few minutes, getting most of them right. Blossom was pleased with us. She held one for Roz, I could see it too, but not what was on it.

"Laughter," said Roz.

I looked at her.

"Laughter?" said Blossom.

"I can't see anything, but I can 'feel' you laughing.

Blossom turned the card over. It was blank! "I thought I'd fool you, and I was laughing in my head," said Blossom. "I can see that I can't fool you."

"I saw it," I said, "but I couldn't feel the laughing. I see things more, but Roz sort of feels them mostly."

"Perhaps," said Blossom. "Next time we'll try you in separate rooms to see if you're using each other's energy."

Next, Blossom thought of things that made her angry, of happy. We tried to guess which emotion it was.

"Okay, first one."

"Sad," I said.

"What was her name?" said Roz.

"Whose name?" asked Blossom.

"Your pussy cat, she died, that's why you're sad."

Blossom looked at Roz and smiled. "Her name was Marmalade. Do you know how you did that?"

"No," said Roz, "You asked me to tell you what you felt. You were thinking about your cat."

"Can either of you tell what I'm thinking now?"

I tried, but I couldn't get a 'picture'. I looked at Roz. She shook her head, saying our twin speak word for 'nothing'.

"We can't tell," she said.

"That's interesting, It was something private to me. I didn't want you to see it. Try again."

"Bookshop," I said.

"Library," said Roz.

"I was thinking of my bookshelves at home, I need to clean them."

We tried a few more. We got them if Blossom allowed us, or if she sent them. If they were private thoughts, we got nothing.

Mummy came through then, and Blossom explained that we had a special gift. She showed mummy how we saw the cards, us getting almost all right. Then she got mummy to think of something. She thought of hot chocolate, and we both said, "Yes, please!"

Blossom came each week for an hour to play with us. Sometimes we'd practise reading thoughts. Blossom said it was a good thing that we couldn't 'read' them unless people were open to us. Sometimes we went to the park, and she would teach us the names of plants and trees. Blossom said that she could use some plants as medicine, and I was interested in that. Roz wanted to know about the trees. Blossom brought us books to borrow about both things.

One week she asked us who we were closest to, apart from each other. We both said Maja, but she was at home with her mama. Roz said we were close to Andy, so we fetched him to play our guessing games with us.

Andy wasn't very good at the guessing cards thing. He got less than half right! Blossom got the three of us to hold hands, and after that, he got more than half. Blossom said it was probably because he tuned in to us when we held hands. We tried the emotions game, but Andy was pretty useless at that.

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

Things were going well at City Farm. I'd got us some more funding from a charity that helped animals, and we'd got a brilliant group of volunteers. Alice was taking care of the day to day running and looking after the helpers.

A Trust, who leased the land from a family who owned farms nearby, ran the farm. Unbeknown to us, the head of the family had died. In October we got a letter from the owner's lawyers. I called a trustee meeting.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I said, "I've received this letter from the landowner's lawyers. They have stated that they have sold the land on which the City Farm stands to a property developer. As our lease on the farm runs out in the new year, he intends to end our lease at that point."

There was a worried murmur from the trustees. "Can they do that?" asked Mrs Barker.

"We must take legal advice, but I assume that as our lease will expire, they may well be able to," I said.

"What do we do?" asked Alice.

"Well, we can fight the developer, get people mobilised to protest. We can close the City Farm and try to re-home the animals, or we can look for a new site and set up somewhere else."

I agreed to contact our lawyer to see if we had any rights as tenants and to check the lease contract.

* * *

Milla Kowalska.

Crystal and I attended our five-month scans together. Both babies were healthy. The shock came when we asked them to tell us the sex of the babies. Mine was a boy, and Crystal's was a girl, as the twins predicted.

We had another meeting of the Blake Foundation trustees that week and gave everyone the fantastic news. Bex and Roz were so proud of their prediction coming true.

We talked about the businesses at Blake's Wharf and how they were progressing. Simon's forge was proving a great attraction, with more people coming on days when he advertised he'd be working. He sold lots of small pieces in one of the shops on site. Orders were coming in for bigger items of ironwork too.

Kim's Gym, as it was known, was gaining membership and was now opening at 6.30 am for those who wanted to exercise before work. Kim had taken on two part-time instructors to help her. One was a professional, the other a gym teacher, fallen on hard times, who'd been living rough for a year.

The Narrowboat café was booming with a busy lunch trade and lots of tea and cakes in the afternoons. Crystal told us she had her first evening function the following week, with a sports club wishing to have an annual dinner and prize-giving there.

Jock reported that his business was also doing well with appreciable amounts of carpentry work. He was also training his apprentice as a cabinet maker, passing on his skills. They were now making handmade furniture to be sold on-site.

All the other businesses were doing well, with a dressmaker making brilliant trade in wedding dresses.

Shelly gave us a quick talk regarding the City Farm and its problems. The farm took a lot of volunteers from the foundation and was vital to us. Crystal promised to send the lease and contract to her lawyer, Colin Cline, to have it checked over.

Roz asked if she could speak to us.

"Bex and I have been working with Blossom to see if we have psychic powers, and she says we do. I don't know what we will do with them, but we wanted to let our 'family' know."

We all smiled at them, congratulating them on their skills.

Diane stood to tell us that plans for the extension to the house in Moseley had been passed, and builders were starting later in the month. We'd be able to stay in the house, though there would be some noise and disruption.

Crystal stood to talk to us.

"With the new extension being built, we wondered if Corrine and Milla would like to move in with us all. Our son and their daughter will be half-siblings, and it would be nice if they grew up together. Maja would appreciate being with the twins more, too."

"That's a lovely idea," I said, turning to Corrine, "What do you think?"

"It sounds good. We're all more comfortable together since Jim fathered our 'son' (she winked at Bex and Roz) but let us talk about it for a few days before we give a final answer."

We split up and drank tea and chatted for a while. Crystal took me off to their bedroom to compare bumps and boobs. She really wanted some support as this was her first child, and she was unsure about being a mother.

We were standing stroking each other's bellies when the door opened. Corrine looked in.

"What are you doing with my girlfriend, Crystal?" she grinned.

"Comparing bumps. Milla's bump is bigger than mine, but my tits are bigger."

She came over and caressed my belly, kissing me on the cheek. "You're not trying to steal my girl then?"

"Would you let me?" asked Crystal, smiling.

"Perhaps... if she asked me nicely."

Crystal stared at Corrine, trying to tell if she was kidding or not.

"Can I kiss Crystal, Kochanek?"

Corrine grinned. "One kiss Blondie, then I'm taking you home to ravage you!"

I smiled at Crystal and stepped up to her. Our bellies collided as we pressed together. Her eyes closed as I leant in to bring my mouth to hers. As our lips touched, her mouth opened a little, and her tongue flicked out, touching mine. She wrapped her hand behind my head and pulled me in, our teeth knocking together in our haste. Our tongues tangled as she worked her lips on mine.

I groaned, tasting another girl's kiss, a forbidden fruit, my lover standing right beside me.

Crystal moaned into my open mouth, her tongue duelling with mine as I pulled away.

"Grab our princess and get in the car Blondie, I'm going to make you squeal tonight!" said Corrine.

She wrapped her arm around Crystal's shoulder and pulled her into a kiss, her black skin contrasting with Crystal's pale complexion. "That was so hot, Red," she giggled as she pulled me out the door.

* * *

Corrine Allen.

I don't know what came over me, but seeing my beautiful Blondie, my Milla, caressing Crystal's baby bump, did things to me.

I wondered if I'd made a colossal mistake when I let her kiss Crystal, but by the end of the kiss you could have wrung my panties out, they were so wet.

We grabbed Maja from her games with the twins and drove home. Maja was tired and, by the time she'd brushed her teeth and got into her pyjamas, her eyes were closing. I tucked her up in bed, and she was sleeping in minutes.

"I want you naked and sitting on my face Blondie," I grinned at my pretty lover.

"Did that turn you on?" she asked me, "Seeing me with another girl?"

"Fuck, yes!"

Milla stepped out of her panties and stood naked before me. I slipped off my shirt and panties to join her.

"Think how horny you'd be if you'd let her eat my little kitty," Milla teased.

I was consumed by lust, wanting her more than I can ever remember. I pulled her on to the bed and mashed my face into her dripping pussy, spinning us over, so she was perched above my face. Milla squealed as my tongue slid between her lips and drove into her wet tunnel. I peered up her rounded belly to find her tweaking her own breasts.

"Yes, Jamaica, Yes! Eat me. Make me come in your mouth."

I drilled her slit, fucking her with my tongue until her breath came in quick gasps, then I latched onto her rigid little clit and pushed two fingers into her as I sucked and flicked her to a shuddering climax. Milla fell off me onto the bed clutching her mound, her body still quaking and shivering, as I hugged her tight, whispering my love to her.

"I love you, Blondie, I always will."

"I love you Kochanek, but I want to fuck you after I've licked another girl's pussy if it will make you do me like that."

I smiled at her. "I used to be frightened that I'd lose you, you know. Now, after that kiss with Crystal, I know you'll always come back to me. Maybe we can both play, but we have to choose our playmates together."

Milla grinned at me, "The Blake Clan has lots of beautiful bisexual women to choose from, we can keep it in the family."

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

I was sitting in the office at the City Farm when the phone rang.

"Hello, City Farm."

"Hello. Shelly? It's Colin Cline, how are you?"

"I'm well, thank you, Mr Cline, yourself?"

"I'm fine. Now Crystal sent me this lease and contract. The contract is standard and gives the owners the right to end the lease 'in exceptional circumstances'. Change of ownership would not usually be considered such. The lease gives The City Farm a term of 25 years which, as you know, expires in the new year. What the original owners did not do was to give you the notice period stated in the lease. If they wanted you to vacate, they should have informed you last January."

"I see," I said, "what does that mean?"

"Well, it means you have a bargaining tool. Connolly Construction will want to build soon. Any delay will cost them money. They will not allow you to stay long term, but you can find another site and ask them to pay for your costs, or perhaps ask for a donation to the farm. They will be nice to you if they know you could hold them up for a year."

"Okay, who do I talk to?"

"Well, the man in charge is Michael Connolly. He's reclusive, always gets lawyers to do his talking, but I'm told he's a down-to-earth character. Try to insist that you'll only meet with him alone."

"Can you set that up for me, Mr Cline?" I asked.

"Please, call me Colin. Yes, I'll get in touch with his office and have him contact you to arrange a meeting."

* * *

I called Alice in and told her what I'd learned. She smiled and sat opposite me.

"I know where we might move to," she said, "My grandparents own a mixed farm a couple of miles south of Birmingham. They want me to take it over one day. Perhaps now's the time."

"How would that work?" I asked.

"Well, I'd take on the farm, we would move the animals there and set up a petting farm as we have now, but we would run it as a commercial enterprise. Maybe set up some side businesses to help support it. I'd already considered a farm shop, a dairy, and a butcher, perhaps a café too."

"Would you be able to cope with our help?"

"My boyfriend, Norman, runs the farm next door, but it would all work better if you and Andy could move there too and help with stuff. We would be partners."

I thought about it for a second. "Come over to dinner this week and bring Norman with you."

We arranged a date, and Alice phoned Norman to check he could make it.

"We would all have to agree, Norman, Diane, Andy and me, if it's going to work," I said.

"Who is Diane?"

I blushed. "Our girlfriend," I whispered.

Alice gave a sly grin. "You kept that one quiet!"

"She's Slim's ex. She had his baby after they split up, but he wanted to be involved in Charlie's upbringing. We all ended up living at Jimmy's house in Moseley and discovered we all got on together. You know I'm bisexual. I asked her if we two could play together. One day Andy joined us, and we've been sharing a bed and bringing Charlie up like a family ever since."

"Well," said Alice, "The farmhouse will be available, grandma and grandad will move to the cottage. It's got about six bedrooms, so plenty of room if you all agree."

We talked a little longer, and Alice agreed to contact her grandparents to make sure they would be okay with it.

The phone rang.

"Hello," I said, "Birmingham City Farm."

"Would that be Miss Fraser?" said a soft Irish voice.

"Yes, it is."

"My name is Mick Connolly, I understand you wish to meet me."

"That would be good, Mr Connolly."

"Call me Mick. I can come to see you tomorrow morning. I don't usually do business myself, I leave it to the lawyers, but I'm told you'll talk to no-one else."

"I'd prefer to talk to the man deciding, Mick, and please call me Shelly."

"Okay, Shelly, I'll call in at ten tomorrow morning. See you then."

"See you. Bye."

Alice asked to take the afternoon off to visit her grandparents' farm and talk to them.

* * *

The following morning at 10 o'clock, there was a knock at the door of my office. I opened it, and there stood a well-dressed man in his thirties.

"Mr Connolly?" I asked.

"No, my name is Sean McMaster, I'm Mr Connolly's legal representative."

"I asked to deal with Mr Connolly," I said.

"I'm sure you did, but we advised him he should reconsider."

"Well, until he is available, we have nothing to say to each other, Mr McMaster."

"Sit down, Miss Fraser," he commanded, "This won't take long."

I sat and opened the drawer to my desk. Unseen, I pressed the record button on my Dictaphone and took out a pen to make notes. I didn't like the way he spoke to me or his tone.

"You should know that the relevant notice to terminate the lease has not been given. If we take your letter of last week as notice, we have a year to vacate," I said.

"You would be ill-advised to do that, Miss Fraser. Nasty things happen to people who cross us. Now let's say we give you a fortnight to move your 'pets' off our land at which time building work will start."

"Are you threatening me, Mr McMaster? I don't take to being threatened."

"Be assured, Miss Fraser, that I'm making you a promise." He stood. "Good day to you."

The lawyer left the office, and I reached into the drawer to check the recording. It had captured the whole conversation.

* * *

I talked to Crystal, Jimmy, Kim and Simon that evening, playing them the tape. They agreed that the veiled threats were a worry, and we decided to take it in turns to stay at the farm until we'd moved the animals.

Simon came down to the City Farm that evening with me, and I got him settled on the couch in my office. He had his mobile phone and would do an inspection round a couple of times during the night.

I left him with some food and milk to make fresh drinks in the kitchen.

* * *

We heard nothing from Simon that night, so assumed all was quiet. I got in to work at 8 am and there was no sign of him. The food I'd left was untouched and the kettle cold.

I went around the farm looking for him. I shouted but got no reply. Alice came in, and I explained the situation to her. She started the feeding, while I continued to search. I'd checked by the pig enclosure when I heard a scream. I ran towards the sound to find Alice running to meet me.

"He's in the cattle paddock. Shelly, I think he's dead!" she cried.

I rushed over to the cows, vaulting the gate. Simon lay on the grass, unmoving, beside a collapsed cow.

I checked Simon for a pulse. "Get an ambulance here, Alice, he's alive. Call the police too!"

It was then that I saw the dart in his shoulder. It was the sort used to shoot escaped animals to tranquillise them. There was a similar one in the cow, which was still breathing.

The medics arrived in about ten minutes, and I explained that the dart may have fingerprints on it, and we had called the police.

They removed the dart, wearing gloves, placing it in a bag and sealing it. The police arrived as they were loading Simon into the ambulance. There were a lot of questions, and I played them the tape from the previous days talk with McMaster.

Once they were satisfied that they'd got all they could from me, I rushed off to the hospital to check on Simon.

Kim was there when I arrived, pacing the floor and looking worried. I hugged her and asked if there was any news.

"They say it was a massive dose of a Ketamine based tranquilliser. They must have intended it for the cow," she said.

"Is he okay?"

"He's conscious but hallucinating. They won't let me see him yet."

Jimmy arrived and told us he'd talked to Colin Cline, our lawyer. He was sending over his son, David, to be our legal representative.

Alice rang me a couple of hours later to say that the vet attended the cow, and she was now up and walking about, unharmed.

* * *

We got Simon home the next day, and he seemed no worse for his adventure. He said that he'd seen car headlights and gone to investigate. Someone was by the cattle field, and he'd shouted to them. He felt the bolt hit his shoulder, assuming they had shot him and tried to give chase. The attacker fired again, hitting the cow, then Simon passed out.

The police called again with more questions. I asked where the attacker would have got a dart gun, and they said that one was missing from a local zoo. They were interviewing staff there, hoping to get a lead.

David Cline arrived and called Mick Connolly. He asked for a meeting at the City Farm immediately.

He and I drove to the farm, and Connolly arrived a few minutes later. We all went into the office.

"Sit down, Mr Connolly," said David.

He perched on a chair. "Please believe that I had nothing to do with this, Mr Cline. It's not my way of doing business."

"Then please explain why Sean McMaster threatened my client."

"Sean? His father, Tim, should have been handling this. I don't understand why he was involved."

"Are you saying that these so-called lawyers were acting without your knowledge?"

"Yes. Sean rang me to say I was not to meet you, Shelly. He said his father would deal with it. One minute."

He dialled his phone and waited.

"Hello. Tim McMaster, please... Mick Connolly... Hello Tim?... Fine, what do you know about a meeting with Shelly Fraser at the City Farm yesterday?... Nothing?... Well, Sean turned up here and threatened her, then a friend of hers was hospitalised this morning after an attack on their premises... Look into it please, if you want to retain my business." He hung up.

"He knows nothing about it. His son never mentioned it."

We talked about the repercussions of this attack, and Mick Connolly assured us that nothing else would happen to our animals or us. He set off to sort out what had happened.

* * *

Kim Blake.

I got the phone call that they had taken Simon to the hospital as I arrived at Blake's Wharf. I thought at first that they had shot him, but soon found out it was a tranquilliser dart. The worst part was not being able to see him. A massive dose of the drug meant he was having hallucinations.

We got him home the following day, and I got him into bed to rest, stripping his clothes and prosthesis.

I took him up some dinner that evening and sat with him, eating.

"How are you now?"

"Still weak and dizzy. That stuff is evil, I've been shot, but this was worse."

"When were you shot?"

"Same time I lost this," he said, pointing to his missing left foot.

"Where?"

"Do we have to talk about this?" he said.

"I suppose not. But you will have to tell me one day."

"One day, I will," he smiled.

I took his plate to the kitchen, then returned. "Want a shower?" I asked.

"Yes, but I'm not sure I'm steady enough."

I undid my jeans and slipped them off, pulled off my tee-shirt and undid my bra, freeing my large breasts.

"Fuck, woman, put those away!" he shouted.

"What? Scared I'll suffocate you? I'm going to help you shower."

I pulled off my panties, exposing my shaved pussy. I helped him out of bed and removed his boxers, helping him hobble to the shower.

I started the water, adjusting the temperature and pulled him into the cubicle. He leaned on my shoulder, his hand brushing my nipple as he raised it.

"Oh, you think so, do you?"

"What? It was a mistake!"

I dropped my hand to his cock, stroking the soft flesh, loving the feel of it hardening in my hand.

"So was that," I smiled.

His hand slid down my back and around my hip, to find my little valley of treasure. He brushed my clit, making me twitch, as his fingers delved into my wet puss.

"Fuck, yes," I wailed.

He worked his fingers in my slit as I jacked his now solid prick. "I want you," he gasped.

I turned and bent over, leaning against the shower wall. I pulled my ass cheeks apart to display my soggy kitty to him. He groaned and lined his hard dick up with my opening, pushing into me.

"Oh, fuck! Put it all in me, you bastard."

"You want it all, Shorty? You want this cock?"

"Fuck you, Hopalong, just do me. You could be dead if that were a real bullet. Now get on with it!"

He rammed into me viciously, making me squeak as he bottomed out, brushing the end of my tunnel. "Is that the best you can do? I said, fuck me!"

He pounded his hard cock into my sloppy cunt, pulling at my hips, giving me every bit of his enormous dick.

"Faster you bastard, do it faster! Make me cum."

His hips must have looked a blur as he hammered me. It was building inside me, my belly quivering, my legs shaking, the warm sensation spreading out from my centre.

I felt his cock swell in me, and his spunk shot into me. I screamed as I orgasmed, "Fuck, yes!"

His cum was slopping out of me as he made his last thrusts. "That's it. Fill me, Babe."

He drew out of my throbbing pussy and slid to the floor, panting, a smile on his face.

"Fuck, I needed that," he grinned.

"You're getting better at that you know, I almost came that time."

"Fuck you! You came like a fucking train. Don't lie."

"It was okay," I smiled.

He reached for my hand. "Pull me up."

I helped him to his feet, and he hugged me. "You're an annoying little bitch, but I love you."

"Yeah, I feel the same."

"What you love me?"

"No, you're an annoying bitch!"

He punched me in the arm, and I jumped out of the shower to dry myself.

"Hand me my walking stick," he said.

"Get it yourself, Hopalong."

He swore and struggled out of the shower to get his towel. I kissed him. "Thank you for fucking me."

He smiled, "Thank you. You're not bad for a short girl."

I punched him in the stomach and retreated to the bedroom.

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

Alice came over for dinner on Friday. She brought her boyfriend, Norman, with her. He was a bit of a hunk. We all sat down to dinner, as usual, the entire family plus our guests.

"I spoke to my grandparents about the farm," said Alice, "They're happy to semi-retire and move to the cottage, but they want to help us with the new venture if we go ahead with it."

"It's an excellent idea," said Norman, "We've talked about a farm shop, and adding value to our products, but wondered how to attract people to it. The 'petting farm' idea would get them through the gate."

"The animals need a home, but they are also an attraction," I said, "We don't have any of the extras you are proposing, yet folks still come to visit in increasing numbers. This will be a great venture for us."

"We considered calling it 'March Hare Family Farm'," said Norman.

"How will it work," asked Diane, "Will it be a charity?"

"No," I said, "It will be easier to run it all as a company."

"Take advice on this, but I suspect it should be a limited company, with you as directors," said Jimmy.

"I'll speak to Colin Cline," said Crystal, "He'll give us sound advice. How many of you will be involved?"

"Myself and Norman," said Alice, "Shelly, Andy and Diane."

"Why me?" asked Diane.

"Because you're family too," I said, "If we all move to the farm, we'll all be involved. It will be a marvellous place to bring up Charlie, and all the kids will come and visit in the school holidays."

Diane smiled. "Thank you for including me."

We finished our dinner, arranging to visit the farm the next day to look around and meet Alice's grandparents.

* * *

Diane Clark.

We all travelled out of Birmingham a few miles the next day to March Hare Farm. Alice's grandparents were lovely folks, kind, generous and cheerful. Charlie, nine months old now, was fascinated with the animals and grinned all day.

"What's your relationship to Andy and Shelly," asked Alice's grandmother.

I blushed, "They're a couple, I'm their girlfriend."

"Cool," she said. That was it. No shock, no judgement.

"Where will you move to Mrs Dodgson?" I asked.

"You passed a cottage on the way in. It was let to holidaymakers for years, we're going to take it over for ourselves. We would like to help you out too, though. We don't want to stop working altogether, only step back and give up all the responsibility."

I smiled, "You must show me how to run this house then."

"I'll do that, and give you a hand too," she said.

Shelly and Alice checked through the rooms, assessing their uses. The downstairs area was excellent, but both of them wanted en-suites in the two main bedrooms. Andy said he would talk to Jock about organising tradesmen to do the work once Alice's grandparents had moved out.

We looked at outbuildings, sorting out animal housing, farm shop, dairy and butchers area. I said that I could serve in the shop most of the time, I'd simply take Charlie with me.

"My parents don't want to give up farming yet," said Norman, "But they would benefit from the butcher's shop here, getting retail prices instead of market rates."

"What is this building used for," asked Shelly.

"Oh, it's a junk store. Why?" said Alice.

"We could house some of our homeless here, and have them work as volunteers, give them jobs too once they're trained."

Alice's grandparents were excited about the changes, and they wanted to help wherever possible. Andy said he would put up some money for repairs and renovations if needed.

We had a lovely afternoon tea with Mr & Mrs Dodgson, then headed back to the city, leaving Alice and Norman at March Hare Farm.

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

We had another meeting with Mick Connolly the following week. He was very upset about his lawyer's son becoming heavy-handed with us and wanted to make amends.

"I want to make some kind of reparation to you for the terrible injustice to your friend."

"He's my step nieces boyfriend, but don't try to get your head around that," I said.

"If you'd insisted on your year's notice, it would have cost me over a million pounds, that's if we didn't take you to court," said Mick, "I propose to give the New City Farm half a million to set up at March Hare Farm. I like your philanthropic work with the homeless."

I smiled at him. "How about you give us £250,000 and do some of your own philanthropic work. Set up a hostel or a half-way house. Use some labourers from our ex-homeless community. Give our people a chance to set up the small shops your development will need."

"I would like to do that. You know, I was homeless myself once. I came from Kerry, in Ireland, looking for work in the 60s. Guest houses still had signs in the windows saying 'No Blacks, No Irish' I slept on a park bench many a night."

"Here's an idea," I said, "Why don't you make a publicity stunt out of moving our animals for us. Use lorries with your name on them, then call your new development 'City Farm Estate'. The goodwill goes a long way with people buying houses."

"You've got a good head on your shoulders, Shelly, and a good heart. I'll use both ideas if I may," said Mick.

We parted with plans to move the animals in two weeks.

* * *

Alice Liddell.

We got grandma and grandad moved into the cottage the following week. They took what they needed, able to come back for things they forgot. Jock came to the farm to oversee the fitting of the en-suite bathrooms and some decorating for us.

Shelly, Diane and Andy arrived that weekend, with the animals due midweek. They brought their belongings, again only being four miles from the house in Moseley.

We moved into the front bedroom, and Andy, Shelly and Diane moved into the back one. Charlie had the room next to theirs, leaving three places for the children to stay in the Summer. I'd met Bex and Roz and was amazed how grown up they were for eight-year-olds. Corrine and Milla's girl, Maja, was a little sweetie, and I hoped she would visit the farm too.

Norman and I settled in bed that first night, him spooned up behind me. His stiff cock was pressing against my ass. I reached around behind me, gripping him firmly.

"Want me to do something about this monster, Norman?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said, "Where should we put it to get it to quieten down?"

I rolled my hips back, presenting my wet pussy for him to discover. "How about you stick it in here," I giggled.

He lined his cock up with my slit and rubbed it along my lips, the lubrication of his pre-cum wetting me as he pressed into my hole, groaning.

"God! You're so fucking tight Alice. I love to fuck you."

"I love you fucking me," I grinned, "That's why we do it every day."

He grunted as he thrust his dick into my welcoming slit, driving all the way is and making me shudder. His hand came round to grip my breast, tweaking my nipple, driving me crazy. I slid my hand down to my pussy and circled my aching clit with my forefinger. His thrusting found a comfortable rhythm, and he pumped his dick into me hard.

I whimpered as he took my beautiful toy away, but he rolled me over and climbed between my legs.

His mouth closed on mine. Lips parting, tongues tangling. His stiff dick found my opening and filled me again. "Uuuuh!"

I pulled my knees high, spreading my waiting cunt, begging for the pounding I knew was coming.

"Fuck me hard, Normie, make me squirt all over you."

He loved it when I got to dirty talk, and he fucked me rapidly, thrusting as deep as possible into me.

"That's it, fill me, do me, make me cum."

He pounded me now, his hips slapping against mine, his cock grazing my clit on every thrust. I tensed, the explosion in me growing. I shuddered as he bottomed out, filling me completely, then the quivering started in my legs. My belly was on fire, my hips lifting, trying to get another fraction of cock into me.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! Fuck me, YES!"

I clawed at his back in my ecstasy, my muscles clenching, mouth open, panting.

He thrust one last time and filled my tight kitty with his cum. I moaned into his passionate kiss as I pushed back at him, accepting his gift, needing his essence.

We lay coupled together, gasping for breath, as we cuddled each other close. From the next room, we heard a rhythmic slapping sound, each one accompanied by a muffled squeal.

I smiled at Norman, "Someone else is horny too," I giggled, "It's going to be fun living with those three, I know it."

* * *

Diane Clark.

I stripped off my clothes and lay on the king-sized bed in our new room. I fastened my collar around my neck and waited for master and mistress to come out of the bathroom.

My master lay on the bed, his stiff cock standing proudly from his belly.

"Suck your master, slut," said my mistress, "Suck his cock until he fills your belly with his hot cum."

I licked along the underside of my master's stiff pole, then slipped my mouth over the head, sucking and bobbing my head. He groaned as I ran my tongue around the crown of his dick and dropped my mouth onto him again. I was proud that I had overcome my gag reflex. I bobbed on his cock until it reached the back of my mouth, then pushed past into my throat, swallowing him whole.

His hips bucked upwards, but I'd already buried my nose in his pubic hair.

I squealed as a finger invaded my dripping pussy from behind. My mistress whispered in my ear. "How many fingers in your slutty little cunt, Pet?"

"Three, mistress. Please give me three!"

A second digit dipped into me, and I shuddered as I swallowed cock again. Mistress's third finger crammed inside me, and I groaned around the stiff object of my devotion. She pumped me in time with my bobbing head, a soft slapping sound coming from her wet hand in my slot.

"Cum for me slut, cum on my fingers as you swallow masters hot load."

I bucked back against her hand, as I sucked and licked ever harder on my master. He thrust at my face, his fingers now wrapped in my hair, pulling me onto his straining dick.

I lifted off him, momentarily. "Another finger mistress, please."

"Beg me, Pet!"

"Please mistress, I need it. Pleeeease!"

Mistress shoved her hand into me, and her thumb brushed my rigid clit. She thrust a few more times, then her hand was gone. I groaned at my loss.

From the next room, I heard Alice screaming "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

There was the faint swish of the paddle through the air a split second before it hit my bare ass. I squealed around master's prick as I heard the swish again.

Swish, Thwack! Swish, Thwack!

I groaned as the pain hit me and the juices leaked from my sodden kitty. Each slap seemed to drive a wedge of pain into my brain, but a jolt of pure ecstasy into my cunt.

Thwack! Unnngh! Thwack! Unnngh!

The pleasure I got from being spanked was a mystery to me, but I needed it. Right now I needed it like I needed breath.

My master stiffened, and his cock swelled even further in my throat. I pulled back, holding the head in my mouth as he sprayed jet after jet of cum into my throat.

Two more swipes with the paddle and I quaked. My eyes rolled back in my head as I shuddered to my climax, his softening cock still in my mouth. Unable to control myself, I slumped face down as my master climbed off the bed. I was still shaking when master rolled me over, and mistress kissed me, her tongue delving into my mouth, searching for the taste of my master's cum. They spread my legs, then a wet tongue ran up the dripping lips of my puss, gathering my juices. Master's tongue drilled into me and sucked my wet kitty dry.

I opened my eyes a little to find my master and mistress above me, locked in a kiss.

"Thank you, master. Thank you, mistress," I said.

Master's hand reached for my collar, pulling the fastening free.

"I'm going to fuck Shelly now, Di. We both love you!"

I lay on my side next to them as Andy's revived cock slid into Shelly's dripping puss. I reached over and massaged her little love button with the tip of my finger as he drove into her time and time again. Shelly smiled at me and nodded, closing her eyes, lost in the pleasure of Andy's prick and my fingers.

Three minutes later, she screamed to an orgasm that shook the entire bed. Andy pulled out of her and turned to me. "Can I finish in your pussy, Di?"

I smiled, spread my legs, and welcomed him into my body yet again. Two minutes later, I grinned as he blasted shot after shot of cum into my kitty. One day, I'd get him to fill all three holes.

Andy rolled off me exhausted, as a revived Shelly dropped her head to my streaming slit and lapped up the leaking cum.

Soon we all drifted off into a contented sleep.

* * *

I sat in the kitchen the next morning, coffee in one hand, Charlie on my knee sucking at my breast. I'd left Shelly and Andy cuddled up asleep when our boy awoke.

"Morning, Di," said Norman, "Oh! Sorry, I should give you some privacy."

I giggled. "I breastfeed him, Norman. Unless you want me to hide away when I feed him, you're going to be seeing a lot more of these puppies."

Norman smiled. "You don't mind?"

"No, and I expect you to stare at them too until you get used to me flashing my tits for all to see. Now top my coffee up, would you?"

Norman went to get the coffee pot as Alice walked into the kitchen. "Are you trying to steal my boyfriend with your giant mammaries?" she smiled.

"The noises you two were making last night, I doubt he would ever leave you, Alice," I said.

"No, I suppose you're right. You three were making a racket yourselves. Did I hear some spanking?"

I blushed a bit. "Sorry, was I too loud?"

"No," said Norman, "Do you like to spank each other?"

"Shelly and Slim spank me. I'm their sex pet. I get off on it. You won't throw us out now, will you?"

"No," said Alice, "each to their own. I've never done anything like that, but if it works for the three of you, I won't stop you."

"What excites you about it, Di?" asked Norman.

"Being controlled," I said, "I can cum from being spanked when I'm really turned on."

"Don't even think about it, Stud," grinned Alice at Norman, "I'm too dominant to let you leather my ass."

I smiled. Perhaps my master and mistress would let me play with our new friends too, one day.

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

Slim and I drove to the City Farm to help load the animals for their transfer to March Hare Farm. Alice and Norman were to supervise their unloading and getting them into their new homes or fields. Diane was at the farmhouse taking care of Charlie and getting a meal for us when we finished that evening.

We met Mick Connolly at the City Farm. He'd taken my suggestion and had cattle lorries and a van with his company logo all over them. We invited the local press to attend, and there were reporters and photographers all around.

"Shelly," he said, "Will you speak to them? You're so much better at this than me."

I smiled, "Yes, no problem Mick. Keep out of the way, so you don't get roped in."

I found a wooden box, used for carrying poultry, and stood on it. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press. I'd like to say a few words."

They gathered around, some taking pictures. "Thank you all for coming today. The City Farm has had a long and happy existence on this site, but it's now needed to build houses for Birmingham's growing population. Mr Michael Connolly, the owner of Connolly Construction, has been very kind to us since taking over the land here. He has organised these lorries and vans to move out stock to their new home at March Hare Farm, just outside the city. He has made a sizeable donation to our funds to help with the move.

"I am also involved with The Blake Foundation, an organisation helping homeless people. Mr Connolly has agreed to include a half-way house in his new development to assist us in our work. He has decided that this new development will bear the name City Farm Estate, to commemorate our farm's importance to the people of our city. Thank you!"

There were a few questions about the animals, and I assured the press that March Hare Farm would be open to visitors within two weeks and that there would be added attractions there too.

Andy ran over and whispered in my ear.

"I've also heard, from Mr Connolly, that he will sponsor adverts for our new farm in each of your publications soon."

The press people clamoured to speak to Slim about his involvement in the farm and foundation.

"I want to thank the press for their support for The Blake Foundation. I am a trustee of the foundation, along with other members of our extended family, and the work it does is essential. I am now also closely associated with March Hare Farm and will work there when our band's performing and recording schedule allows. I hope you will all support our new venture and come and visit the animals soon."

The reporters asked a few mundane questions and dispersed. The animals were loaded and transported over the next few hours, with Mick coming in one truck to help at the other end.

"Thank you for all your help, Mick," I said, once the animals were all housed and fed, "I wondered if we would get on after the business with your lawyer, but you're an okay bloke."

"I'm glad to help. I grew up on a farm myself. Oh, and that lawyer will trouble no one again, he's been prosecuted by the police and struck off."

We invited Mick to stay for dinner with us, but he wanted to get home to his wife's cooking which he said was the best in the world.

* * *

Roz Blake.

We'd been playing with our psychic powers, with Blossom, for a few months now and proved to all our family that we could see and feel things no-one else could. We played with Maja too, and she was learning to link in with us and to see things for herself.

Maja and her Mama were at our house one day when we were playing guessing games. Maja's Mama, Milla, and our Mama, Crystal, were in the lounge with us. Milla giggled and said that her baby was kicking. Crystal said the same thing was happening to her. Then I felt it. I looked at Bex, and she reached for my hands. I said a word in our twin-speak language. It's hard to tell others what our words mean, 'cos they're not the same. This one means 'listen' but with all your senses, not just your ears. We both tuned in to the strange sensation. I looked at Bex, she nodded.

"We can feel them... see them," I said.

"Stand with your tummies touching," said Bex.

Mama grinned at us and pulled up her tee-shirt, Milla did the same, lifting her blouse. They pressed their bellies together.

"They can sense each other," I said, "The babies are 'talking'."

Milla and mama grinned as the babies wriggled in their tummies. They were not speaking like you and me, but sort of 'singing' to each other.

"They know they have a brother or a sister," I said, "Perhaps they will be like Bex and me."

"Can you tell?" asked mama.

"They can feel us. They're sort of saying hello in our heads," said Bex.

The babies stilled, and it went quiet in our minds. Mama and Milla sensed the movement stopping and stepped apart.

"They're sleeping again," I said.

Milla and mama gave us big hugs and thanked us for telling them about the babies.

* * *

Crystal Blake.

Shelly, Diane and Andy had moved out, taking Charlie with them. They'd moved a few miles down the road to March Hare Farm to start a new venture.

I missed Shelly, and it was strange not having Diane around the house all day. Jimmy missed Charlie, but we intended to swap about going to each other's homes for dinner a few times each week to catch up with all our family.

We persuaded Corrine and Milla to move in with their daughter Maja. We spoke to the twins about how to split up the rooms. The flat upstairs would soon be too small for Corrine and Milla, so Bex and Roz moved up there themselves. The room they came out of would be for Corrine and Milla, and Maja would have one of the others.

We intended to rebuild the inside of their old flat above The Guilded Lily, turning it into more accommodation for homeless people.

We got the twins moved upstairs, then got Milla to come over and decorate their room how they wanted it. Within a few days, it was ready for them to move in.

* * *

Corrine Allen.

We moved into the house in Moseley with Jim, Crystal, Mandy and the twins. Milla and I got a room with en-suite bathroom, and Maja had a room beside us. We'd all become closer over the last year, and I looked on Jim as a close friend rather than an employer now. Milla was pregnant with our second child, Jim being the father. Jim's wife Crystal was also pregnant, so it seemed like the best plan to bring up the children together.

We ate a lovely meal, all together, on our first night. We put Maja to bed, as Mandy's twins got themselves ready for bed upstairs in their flat. Maja was really excited about moving to the same house as Bex and Roz. Though they were five years older, they really were her best friends. Milla and I were excited to see the twins, including her in their psychic games, and it seemed she could link in with the other girls and had some skills of her own.

Milla told me about the twins linking with the unborn babies, and Maja was so desperate to talk to them herself that, anytime Milla sat down, Maja sat on her lap cuddled up to the baby bump listening for her new brother.

Once the children were in bed, we sat in the lounge to talk. Milla and Crystal were getting increasingly close too, both being pregnant, and also working together at the foundation.

I wondered if I might be jealous of Crystal, but I was secure in my love for Milla in a way that I'd never been with my previous lovers. Milla had hinted at a liaison with Crystal, and I wondered if that extended to Mandy and me too.

"First off," said Mandy, "Dress code. Jim always tries to cover up with boxers for the children, though there are accidents. We girls never try to cover up for the twins. Are you both happy to extend this to Maja, or do you want us to cover up for her?"

"We've never made nudity an issue for Maja," I said, "We're naked in bed, and she'll come and snuggle, so I see no reason for you to change your habits. Maja may be curious around Jim as she's never lived with a man in the house. I have no problem with nudity for either sex, so if Jim swims naked, we'll answer Maja's questions after."

"All of us being nude, without embarrassment, would be a good lesson for Maja and the twins," said Milla, "Not all the time, but not hiding our bodies."

"I'm comfortable with that, Jim," said Mandy, "So we'll leave it up to you if you want to be naked. The twins will have questions, though."

"How about us being naked together," grinned Milla.

"That would be okay. Oh, do you mean on purpose?" said Crystal.

Milla nodded.

"Are you suggesting extending the girls sexual partners groups?" said Jim.

"Would you object?" I said.

"I'm secure in my relationship with Mandy and Crystal. If they want to play with you and Milla, I won't stop them. How do you feel about it, though?"

"I've thought about this and, do you know, I'm okay with it. I'm sure of Milla's love now, like never before. What about you Mandy, would you want to include Milla and I in your bed sometimes?"

"I would love to, but what about Jim? I don't want him to be left out."

I thought about it. "I would be okay with Jim in bed, I'd not want him to do anything to me personally, though. We hugged when he came over and got my beautiful Milla pregnant, I'm okay with that, just no sex. What Milla wants from Jim, is up to her."

"Let's have a practice run one day when we're all relaxed," said Crystal, "If we all agree, all we can do is try it and see if anyone's uncomfortable with it."

* * *

Kim Blake.

Simon and I came back from a weekend away just after Corrine and Milla moved in. It delighted the twins that they had their own flat on the top floor.

Crystal explained that they'd all chatted in our absence, and decided to allow some swapping between the girls, and possibly my dad too. I smiled at the thought of dad choosing between three women now and having a sexy black lesbian as eye candy.

"This family is so different," said Simon, "I'm not sure I can keep up."

"You like the fact that I'm sexually open, don't you? Well, I'm the product of this family. If you want to keep pumping this little shaved pussy, Hopalong, you'd better get used to it."

He grinned at my playful insults. We had that sort of relationship. We loved each other but needed to push against the other constantly, to play with our insecurities, so they didn't matter as much.

"I suppose I'll have to put up with naked women wandering around the house then, Shorty," he smiled, "None of them has tits to match yours, anyway."

I grinned. "You just work on satisfying this woman, and I'll be happy."

* * *

Roz Blake.

Bex and I were very proud of the fact that we now had our own flat. It was the top floor of the house and was where Andy, Shelly, Diane and Charlie used to live.

There were two single beds in the enormous room and our dressers and wardrobes. There was lots of room for toys, and Maja could come up and play with us.

Bex had been having headaches for a few days and was feeling ill. I was just going to sleep when I heard her climb out of bed and come and climb into mine. We sometimes slept in the same bed if one of us was ill or sad.

"What's wrong, Bex?"

"My head hurts."

"I'll get you some tablets," I said. I jumped out of bed and went down to the family bathroom on the floor below. I got two headache tablets and a glass of water and took them back up to Bex.

She swallowed them and cuddled up to me. I gave her a hug and tried to go to sleep.

* * *

I woke up suddenly. Bex was next to me in bed, but something was wrong.

She was shaking and shivering. I tried to tune in to her, but all I felt was pain and confusion.

I shook her shoulder. "Bex, wake up! Bex!"

She didn't wake, and the shaking was getting worse. I closed my eyes and sent her some love. It's something we do when we're going to be parted. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. I banged on our parents' door and ran in, jumping onto the bed, shaking mummy.

"Mummy, wake up! Bex is sick. Come quickly."

Mummy opened her eyes and saw me. "What's wrong, Roz?"

"Bex is sick. She's shaking, and I can't wake her up."

Mummy jumped out of bed and ran up the stairs, daddy and mama were right behind her. We ran into the room, and Bex was still where I left her in my bed. She was jerking about now. It frightened me.

Daddy turned her on her belly and put her head facing to the side. "Call an ambulance Crystal," he shouted, "She's having some kind of fit."

Mama rushed off to the phone while daddy and mummy stroked Bex's head and back.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked.

"We don't know, Sweetie," said mummy, "We're going to get her to the hospital to find out."

I took off my pyjamas and dressed.

"What are you doing?" asked daddy.

"Going with her to hospital," I said.

"You stay here, Roz, we don't know what will happen yet," said mummy.

"NO!" I shouted, "She's my sister, my twin, where she goes, I go."

Mummy looked at me. "Okay. Wake Corrine and Milla, let them know what's happened."

I did as I was told and, by the time I got back, the ambulance was outside, and men in green overalls were carrying Bex downstairs.

They loaded her into the back of the ambulance. Just as the doors were closing, I heard one of them shout, "Go! She's stopped breathing. Blue lights all the way."

The doors slammed, and the ambulance raced away with its siren and lights going.