The Guilded Lily Ch. 13: Sisters

Episode 13.

Sisters.

* * *

Mandy Blake.

They loaded Bex into the back of the ambulance. 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.

Jim jumped into the car, starting the engine as Crystal, Roz and I climbed in. We raced after the ambulance through the deserted streets of Birmingham. Roz was in the back seat with me, her arms wrapped around me, sobbing.

"She's got to be okay Mummy, she's got to be!"

"The medical staff will do all they can for her, Sweetie, Can you feel her?"

She shook her head. "Perhaps she's too far away from me," she said.

We arrived at the hospital in time to see Bex being wheeled in on a trolley to be assessed.

I went to the desk. "The little girl they brought in, Rebecca Blake, I'm her mother, Mandy."

"Sit down Mrs Blake, as soon as they've assessed her, someone will come to speak to you."

We sat for what seemed like hours but was more like ten minutes. A tired-looking junior doctor came to the desk, and the nurse pointed to us. He came over.

"Mrs Blake?"

"I'm Mrs Blake, how is my daughter?"

"She's stable at the moment, but in and out of consciousness. Has she been having headaches?"

"Yes, they started a week or so ago. What's wrong with her?"

"Has she had a fall, or a blow to the head, recently?" he asked.

"No, nothing. What do you think is wrong?"

"She almost certainly has pressure on her brain. If she hasn't had a concussion, we need to look for a tumour I'm afraid."

"She has a lump here," said Roz, pointing to the side of her head, "That's where it hurts."

The doctor crouched down. "Is she your sister?" he asked.

"My twin sister," said Roz, "and my best friend."

"We couldn't find a lump on her head when we checked her," he said.

"It's on the inside of her head, I can feel it," she insisted.

"Well, we will do an MRI scan to see what we can find in your sisters head."

"She likes to be called Bex, B-E-X, Bex. You must make her better!"

"I'll do my very best," he smiled, "We'll let you know as soon as we have any news, but it will be an hour at least, you might want to get a drink of tea from the machine," he said to me.

We settled in to wait.

* * *

Alice Liddell.

We got a phone call in the middle of the night. It was Corrine calling to let Shelly know that Bex had been taken ill and was in the hospital. Shelly spoke to her for a while, thanked her, and rang off.

"Bex had some kind of fit in the night. They have taken her to hospital, Crystal, Mandy, Roz and Jimmy are there. They're doing a scan, but she can't have any visitors yet. They will let me know when we can go to see her."

Andy came up behind Shelly, putting his arms around her. "You okay, Baby?"

"I'll be alright. Poor Mandy, she must be so worried."

I hugged her too, and we sat in the lounge for a while. Diane and Norman joined us, and we told them the story. Eventually, we all drifted back to our beds, but sleep didn't come easily.

* * *

I'd kept our takeover of March Hare Farm from my parents for some weeks. My grandparents thought we'd make a better argument one we'd moved in, and it was a done deal.

The phone rang that morning, and I answered.

"Hello, March Hare Farm."

"Alice?" said my mother, "What are you doing there?"

"I live here, Mother, and how are you?"

"Live there? You moved in with your grandma and grandad?"

"No, they moved out to the cottage. Norman and I and three friends are running the farm now."

"What?... How?... Why?... Put your grandad on the phone."

"He'll be over later, shall I get him to give you a ring?" I smiled.

"Get him now!" she shouted.

I put the phone down and walked over to their cottage, knocking before entering the kitchen.

"The shit hit the fan," I said to grandad.

"Your Mother?"

I nodded. "She's on the phone waiting for you."

He smirked at me. "Wish me luck," he said, walking up to the farmhouse.

* * *

Charlie Dodgeson.

I picked up the phone and put it to my ear. "Hello, Pat."

"What the hell is going on there, Father?"

"I'm fine dear, how are you?" I said, grinning.

"What's this nonsense about Alice taking over the farm?"

"Well Pat, she has a 2/1 business degree, and she is putting that to use by going into business with four others to run March Hare Farm."

"A farm's not a business!"

"Really? Then what was it that put you through university? What earned me the money to pay for your wedding? What earned the money that paid for your horse and your riding lessons?"

"You know what I mean, we paid good money to put Alice through university, and now she's going to waste it."

"So you want to tell her how to run the rest of her life now? Finishing that damned degree put her in hospital for weeks. She only recovered this year. I'm afraid that I've signed the farm over to March Hare Ltd, Alice's company, and they've all taken residence in the farmhouse. If you check with your lawyer husband, I have every right to do so, and Alice has every right to pursue her own career."

"This is your doing, Father, isn't it? You put her up to this."

I smiled. "Alice always has made up her own mind. I doubt I could influence her to do something she didn't want to."

"I'm coming up there to sort this out," she snarled.

"If you're coming here to shout and lay down the law, don't bother. Alice has the support of her boyfriend and her three other business partners. She also had your mother's and mine."

"Boyfriend? What boyfriend?"

"Well Pat, I guess that shows how much interest you take in your younger daughter's life, doesn't it?"

I heard her swear, and the phone went dead.

* * *

Mandy Blake.

We got some news, at last, when an older, Indian man in a white coat came to see us.

"Mrs Blake? I am Anjim Shahid, I'm a brain surgeon. Would you like to follow me?"

I stood up, and Jim, Crystal and Roz followed me. The surgeon looked at us.

"This is her father, Jim, her aunt, Crystal and her sister Roz."

He spotted Roz and knelt beside her. "You are her twin, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Roz, "Can you make her better?"

"I'm sure I can," he smiled, "I have a twin brother, too."

"Is he a doctor too?" said Roz, "What's his name?"

Mr Shahid laughed, "No, he's a lawyer, and his name is Rajim. I bet you and Rebecca are close, aren't you?"

"Yes, but she likes to be called Bex."

"I'll try to remember that," he grinned, "Now if you'd all like to come to the office with me."

We got seated, Roz on my knee. He showed us a picture from the scan. There was a distinct lump inside her skull. "What will you do to make her better?" I asked.

"We have to operate. We must remove the tumour, as it's putting pressure on her brain."

"When will you do it?"

He looked at his watch, it was six in the morning. "Today," he sighed, "I will get some rest while my assistants do her pre-op. I'll operate this afternoon."

"What are her chances?" whispered Crystal.

"Oh, very good. She is young, strong, the tumour is contained. We're hopeful that it is a benign tumour, but we'll test after the surgery to be sure. We would hope she would be conscious the day after surgery."

"Why did she stop breathing in the ambulance," I asked.

"Pressure on the brain can cause fits, like the one your daughter had. Sometimes it can cause a temporary pause in breathing," he said, "It was good that it happened in the ambulance, it's frightening to watch."

We decided that we'd go home to eat and rest, then I'd come back later to see how the surgery progressed.

Roz insisted that she would come with me.

* * *

Alice Liddell.

I heard the dogs barking and went to the window to see what the fuss was about.

Great! Mother.

I stood at the back door to meet her.

"Right young lady, what's all this nonsense about taking over the farm?"

I smiled at her. "Hello, Mother."

"I'm waiting for an explanation," she growled.

"Would you like to come in and sit down, Mother?"

"No! I want some answers."

"I won't let you ruin my day Mother, so I will sit in the lounge. You can join me if you wish." I walked off, leaving her open-mouthed. My heart was beating twenty to the dozen, but I was not going to show it, not going to let her win this time.

Shelly and Diane were in the kitchen having a late breakfast after feeding time for the animals. I asked Shelly to fetch the boys and led her into the lounge.

Mother eventually came and sat down. "Now," I said, "Grandad and grandma have signed over the farm to a limited company, of which I am a director. They have moved to the cottage, while I, my boyfriend and my three other business partners have moved in here. We have taken the livestock from the City Farm which has had to close, and added them to the livestock already here. We will run a petting farm, farm shop, butchery, dairy and a café."

"Why was I not aware that you even had a boyfriend?" she asked.

"Because you show no interest in my life, apart from telling me what to do with it," I snapped.

Norman and Slim came in, followed by Shelly and Diane, who was carrying Charlie.

"Is everything alright?" asked Slim.

"Fine. This is my mother, Pat. Mother, these are my business partners. Norman, my boyfriend, Shelly, my former boss, Andy, her boyfriend and Diane. The small person is Diane's son Charlie."

Mother stared at Andy. "I know you from somewhere."

"Possibly you've seen our band playing somewhere?"

"It was in the paper. You're that rock star caught using prostitutes!"

Slim smiled. "The prostitute in question, if you mean the picture in The Stun, was my step-mother, Crystal Blake. The Stun, and their reporter Ian Snape, are currently being sued for libel and defamation of character."

My mother looked at him. "Hm, I see."

"Apology accepted," grinned Slim.

Mother glowered at him. "So do you have any farming experience?" she asked him.

"None, but I have youth and strength."

She turned to Norman. "I suppose you have no experience either."

"About 23 years," he replied.

"What?"

"I was born and brought up on a farm. Alice and I have enough experience between us, and Shelly ran the City Farm before it closed."

Mother turned to Diane, but I'd had about enough. "Leave Diane alone. What gives you the right to come marching in here and interrogate all my business partners, anyway? The fact that you paid for my education? How long are you going to hold that over my head? I'll tell you what, you let me know what my education cost you, and I'll pay it all back to you. How does that suit you!"

"There's no need for you to pay me back, Alice."

"If it will get you off my back, there is."

There was a cough from the doorway. "I could tell you were visiting, Pat," said Grandad, "now come down to the cottage, your mother and I want to talk to you."

"Wait until I'm finished here...."

"Now, Pat!" he ordered. I'd never seen my grandad angry in all my life, but he looked fit to burst.

My mother left the room and followed him out of the house.

"Fuck," said Slim, "She's got it in for you, hasn't she?"

"Always has, always will," I smiled, "I wish my grandparents had brought me up."

"Yeah, they're cool," said Diane, "You know, your grandma asked about my relationship to Slim and Shelly. I told her the truth, and she never batted an eyelid."

I smiled. "She shared grandad with another girl back in the sixties before they were married."

* * *

Charlie Dodgeson.

I got my daughter, Pat, seated in the lounge and called her mother in to join us.

"Now, Patricia, you will stop hounding Alice, and you will stop throwing the cost of her education in her face at every opportunity. If it bothers you that much, your mother and I will reimburse you for that cost. We, like her business partners, believe in her and will back her all the way."

"But why did you give her the farm?" she asked.

"Did you want it, or Carol, or Lewis? If I'd left it to you, you'd have sold it. This land has been in the family since the 1860s, and Alice has always loved it here. She was the obvious choice to take it forwards."

"So how will she cope, financially?" Pat asked.

"Shelly got £250,000 out of the property developer who bought City Farm. I believe Andy has money to invest if it's needed too."

"So who is this Diane? Why is she involved?" she asked.

"Shelly and Andy, or Slim as he's known, are a couple. Diane is their girlfriend," said her mother.

"That's sick."

I looked at my wife, she nodded.

"You may not want to associate with your parents either, after today." I smiled.

"What? Why?"

"Because I shared your father with another girl for two years before we married," said her mother.

Pat looked stunned. "Why tell me now?"

"Because you need to stop being such a prude. We didn't bring you up that way. Alice is the only member of the family who has broken out of your inhibitions." I said.

"So what now?" she asked.

"Why don't you try to get to know your daughter, without the judgement? Perhaps she'll tell you things. If she trusted you, maybe she'd have told you about taking over the farm, maybe she'd have told you about the hunky boy she's been sleeping with all summer," said her mother.

"She's been seeing him that long?"

"Yes, and they're in love, so don't question it," I said.

"I need to go home and think about this," said Pat.

"Yes, you do that," I advised.

* * *

Mandy Blake.

I'd been at the hospital all afternoon, though I'd not been able to see Bex. Roz was with me. She was calm and happy now.

"How do you feel about Bex?" I asked.

"Mr Shahid said he'd make her better," she said, "I believe him."

"Can you feel her? In your head?"

"Not properly. It's like when she's asleep. I know she's not in pain, though."

I smiled at Roz. She was so secure with her psychic powers now, and it made me proud.

Mr Shahid walked down the corridor towards us. "Mrs Blake. Roz. You'll be pleased to know that the surgery was a complete success. The growth was not malignant, and we've removed all of it. We'll keep her sedated for the rest of the day and let her wake up tomorrow. They're taking her up to the children's ward. You can see her in a few minutes."

Roz ran over to him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you! I really need my sister back, and you've saved her."

Mr Shahid smiled and ruffled her hair. "Go see your sister, Roz."

* * *

Roz Blake.

Bex was lying in the big hospital bed. She looked like she was asleep. I gasped when I realised that they'd cut off all her hair, her beautiful blonde curls were all gone, and they'd bandaged her head.

I sat beside her on the bed, taking her hand. Mummy sat the other side and smiled at me.

"She looks okay. Like she's asleep," she said.

"Will she wake up tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so. Do you want to be here when she does?"

I nodded. I missed Bex so much.

* * *

Back at home, I got ready for bed. Mummy would take me back to the hospital with her the next day. I brushed my teeth and put on my pyjamas, climbing into my bed. Mummy came up to tuck me in and kiss me goodnight. I hugged her tight.

I was restless in the night, so used to my sister being in the next bed. I turned over, looking at the empty bed, wishing Bex was here.

There was the patter of feet on the stairs, my bedroom door opened, and a figure slipped in. It bounced onto my bed and wormed its way under the covers.

"Maja? What are you doing?"

"You were lonely and sad. I came to cuddle you."

She wrapped her small arms around me and giggled. "Now we're sisters too."

I squeezed her hand and closed my eyes. I was soon asleep.

* * *

Milla Kowalska.

I got up and went to make coffee. Corrine seldom moved without a cup in her hand in the morning, so I was used to being the first up. I brought the coffee back and prodded her awake.

"Wake up, Corrine. Coffee."

"You wonderful woman," she mumbled, "Remind me to love you forever."

"I hope you do, Kochanek."

She sat up and sipped her drink. "Where's Maja? She usually hears you get up."

I crossed the hall and opened her door, but her bed was empty. I thought for a moment and climbed the stairs, opening Bex and Roz's door. There were the two of them, one yellow blonde and one white blonde, cuddled up asleep. I smiled and closed the door, heading back to our room.

"She's sleeping in Roz's bed," I grinned, "She must have gone to comfort her last night."

Corrine smiled. "She's a wonderful kid, isn't she?"

* * *

Mandy Blake.

We spent the next day at the hospital again. Crystal came with Roz and me. We sat with Bex, Roz holding her hand, whispering to her in 'Twin Speak'.

About eleven o'clock, Roz squeaked. "What is it, Roz?" I said.

"I feel her. She's coming back!"

I took Bex's other hand and squeezed it. I felt the softest grip. I looked at Roz, and she nodded.

Bex's eyes fluttered open. She saw Roz and tried to smile. "Hello," she croaked.

Roz had tears running down her face as she hugged her sister and kissed her cheek.

I fetched the nurse, who sent for Mr Shahid. He came into the room, all smiles.

"Hello, Rebecca!" he said.

"Bex," she mumbled.

"Sorry, your sister, Roz, told me and I forgot."

Bex smiled. "What happened?"

"You had a lump growing next to your brain," he explained, "It gave you headaches and fits. We had to take it out. You'll be back to normal in a short while, Bex."

"Mummy," she grinned, spotting me next to the bed, "When can I go home?"

"That's up to Mr Shahid," I said, turning to him.

"A few days, that's all," he smiled.

Roz sat with her the entire day, chatting when she was awake, holding her hand as she slept. In the evening, we got her to come home, with the promise of returning the next morning.

Maja gave up any pretence of sleeping in her own bed, demanding that she be allowed to sleep with her 'sister'.

Two days later, Bex was home. She had to take things slowly for a while, but was mobile and played with the other girls, though she still tired quickly.

* * *

We got to bed that night exhausted. Jim and Crystal had been as worried as I was and were so glad our little girl was safe. I cuddled up to Jim, my head on his chest. Crystal snuggled up to his right side.

"Will you make love to us, Jim?" I asked.

He smiled. "How could I ever turn you two down?"

I slipped under the sheets, wrapping my hand around his swelling prick. Crystal was kissing him passionately. I poked out my tongue and licked the tip of his cock. He groaned. As I opened my mouth and slipped his throbbing dick inside, he thrust up into my face, driving himself to the back of my mouth. Crystal pulled back the sheets and joined me, our mouths meeting around his dick.

I reached over for Crystal's small firm tits, grasping the nipple and tugging gently. Our tongues played together, either side of Jim's hard shaft.

Crystal slid further down the bed, stopping with her face next to my pussy. She licked at me and spread my lips with her fingers and drove her tongue into my wet snatch.

I groaned as she pulled away. "Ride him, Girlie," Crystal giggled.

I threw my leg over Jim, hovering over his rigid prick. I grabbed hold of it, and he moaned in pleasure. I ran the leaking tip over my puffy pussy lips, wedging him into my entrance, then dropped onto his cock. "Uuuuuunh!"

I rolled my hips, his cock buried in my welcoming puss, grinding our pubic bones together. I smiled as Crystal straddled Jim's head, facing me, and lowered her red-furred kitty to his mouth.

"Lick me, Sonny Jim," she gasped, as his tongue entered her, "Make me wet for you."

I bounced on him now, bottoming out on each stroke. Crystal leaned into me, her tongue slipping between my lips and wrestled with mine. I sucked on her tongue and moaned into her passionate kisses. Crystals hands came up and grasped my long, stiff nipples. Pinching them tightly, she lifted my heavy breasts up as a bolt of pleasure shot to my clit.

"Oh, Fuck, yes!" I gasped.

Crystal lowered her mouth, nibbling on one stiff point while torturing the other with her fingers. My breath came in quick gasps as I felt my insides knot up. I locked eyes with my lover. "Gonna cum soon, Red!"

She smiled and moved her teeth to the other breast, biting into my tit flesh. "Yes! Bite me, Red. Ohhhhh! Cummmmming!"

I spasmed on Jim's pulsating cock as my orgasm rolled over me, My dripping pussy grasping at his buried prick. Crystal stiffened and trembled as she joined me in ecstasy.

I could see her grinding her cunt into Jim's face as she squealed her way through her pleasure.

"Ohhh! Fuck! Yes, Jimmy! Yes! YES!"

Crystal collapsed sideways onto the bed, shaking.

I lifted my sopping kitty off Jim and sucked on his stiff prick until Crystal recovered her breath.

Crystal lay back, her legs spread, her sticky fingers pulling her labia apart, "In me, Jimmy, fuck me now."

Jim slid his prick up and down her opening a few times, drawing a moan from her. He paused, then thrust into Crystal's wetness.

"Fuck, Red, you're so wet," he gasped.

"All for you, Sonny Jim, now fuck me."

As Jim worked his thick cock in and out of our lover's dripping kitty, I straddled Crystal's face and dropped my shaved slit to her mouth. "I need to cum again, Red, do it for me."

After so many years of pleasing each other, she could get my motor running in seconds flat. Her lips clamped over my slippery nub, sucking my clit into her mouth as her teeth gently scraped across it. I shuddered in anticipation.

"Yes! There, Red, suck me, Oh God!"

I came, spurting a little stream of girl cum from my tortured pussy. Crystal moaned as she lapped at me, her own hips now jerking up to meet Jim's thrusts as she, herself, clenched her stomach muscles and shudder beneath me. Her breathing came in brief gasps as she forgot about my pussy and screwed her eyes shut in concentration.

Crystal panted in time with Jim's vigorous thrusts. I climbed off her face and lay beside her, kissing her, licking my juice from her mouth. I dropped to her firm tits and gripped a hard nipple in my teeth, tugging.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ahhhhhgh!" she cried as she jerked under Jim's last thrusts.

"Cumming Red!" he shouted.

"Fill me, fill me, fill me," she chanted, almost in a whisper, as Jim pushed deep into her and groaned his release.

Crystal wrapped her legs around him, preventing him from moving. He grinned at her, "Let me go, Red, I can't lay forward on our baby bump, I'll hurt her."

She reluctantly released him, and he rolled to the side. We both cuddled up to Crystal, pulling a sheet over us, as we kissed and stroked each other.

There was a patter of feet, and the bedroom door burst open. Our two girls ran in and bounced onto the bed.

"That was so lovely," said Roz.

"So much love," said Bex, her close-cropped head still bearing a dressing for her wound.

"What do you mean girls?" I said.

"You did sex stuff."

"You could feel what we did?" asked Crystal, shocked.

"No Mama, we're too little for that. We felt how much you all love each other, it made us cry," said Roz.

"We had to come and share all that love," giggled Bex.

The two girls wormed into the bed with us. Jim coughed. "Ummm Girls, we're naked."

"We see women naked all the time, Daddy," said Bex.

"And mummy says the rules changed. Naked is okay, as long as you're not, like, 'doing it'." said Roz.

Jim glanced at me, and I shrugged. "You decide," I said.

He smiled and hugged us all close. "We do have a lot of love in our family, don't we?"

* * *

Slim Blake.

I soon got the hang of the feeding schedule at March Hare Farm. I'd get up early with Shelly, leaving Diane to take care of Charlie. We'd join Alice and do the rounds, feeding and watering the animals. I learned to milk the goats too, and they promised me the chance to milk cows soon.

Once we'd finished our rounds, it was back to the farmhouse for breakfast. Diane usually had bacon and eggs or something similar for us, and sometimes Alice's grandparents would join us.

It was a daily routine, so one of us would take a morning off occasionally, getting a lie in and some extra sleep.

Norman was still working with his father most of the time, but we could manage okay.

I concentrated on coordinating volunteers and overseeing the building works. Jock came over every few days to check progress.

We'd finished the butchery and had someone lined up to run it. We'd almost finished the dairy, and the farm shop was getting its final fittings.

We settled in at the farm quickly. Alice and Norman were open-minded and didn't mind our 'threesome' at all. Diane slept with us most nights unless Charlie was ill. She was our lover and friend most nights, but every once in a while she'd reach for her collar at bedtime and hand it to myself or Shelly. Once it was round her neck, Di became our pet, our fuck toy. She loved to be spanked and craved us paddling her ass. Shelly and I worked it out one week and found that Diane didn't seem to be able to go over 4 days without a spanking.

We had our own rules. We did no lasting damage to her, never left marks that would not be gone by morning, and never where they could be seen. We'd get her to pleasure us, or use her for our own pleasure until she was so wound up we thought she might burst. Then we'd tie her to the bed and paddle her ass until she had one of her massive orgasms. We learned that once she'd cum, we had to stop spanking, we didn't stop one time, and she passed out!

Diane loved to be directed, told what to do, she loved to serve us. Sometimes we'd tie her down and torture her by taking it in turns to lick her to orgasm. We give her eight or ten climaxes, and I'd fuck her, bringing her off a few more times before filling her with my cum.

We'd untie her and take off her collar, and she'd wrap her arms and legs around me and fall asleep with my cock still embedded in her dripping slit.

The next morning she'd be so grateful, she'd give me a blowjob, and lick Shelly to orgasm before we got up.

Our play was making us all more adventurous, and Shelly had said she was giving me her ass for Christmas this year. Not to be left out, Diane was going to join her!

* * *

Alice Liddell.

We were all gathered for lunch one day when there was a knock at the back door. Diane went to see who it was.

"Alice, there's a girl here asking for you," she said.

"Bring her in, Di."

A thin brunette walked into the kitchen behind Di. She turned to me, and I recognised the deep brown pools of her eyes.

"Wendy!" I gasped, rushing to hug her, "How are you?"

Wendy hugged me back, "I'm okay. Better, now I've found you."

"Come and sit down, would you like a cup of tea?"

"Please."

"I'll get it," said Di, "You two sit."

"I wanted to talk to you, Alice. Is it okay with your friends?"

"Sorry, Wendy, These are friends and business partners. Norman, my boyfriend, Shelly, Diane and Slim."

Wendy's eyes got bigger, "Slim Blake?"

"That's me," he grinned.

"Wow," said Wendy, "There's a rock star in your kitchen."

"Don't make him big-headed," laughed Shelly.

"I came to thank you, Alice, and to ask if you can help me. I couldn't think who else to ask," said Wendy.

"Thank me for what?" I said.

She turned to the others and explained. "I left home at sixteen. I became a heroin addict and lived how I could. I've done things I'm not proud of, prostitution, selling drugs, shoplifting. I got in with the wrong crowd.

"I was at a party one night, and Alice came along. I'd scored some quality stuff and asked her if she wanted some. I guess she thought it was acid or something, 'cos when she saw me inject she ran out of the party and threw up. I followed her, but I couldn't catch her. I walked for a bit, looking for her, then returned to the party. The police were all over the house by the time I got back. I turned around and walked away.

"I asked a friend to help me get off the smack. He did all he could, cold turkey. He locked me in a room, only coming in to feed me and clean me up each day. It took a week, but I've stayed off it ever since. The trouble is, I'm still seeing the wrong people, the temptation is always there, and I've got no way to make a living."

"What can we do to help you, Wendy?" said Norman.

"I've heard about the Blake Foundation, I think you are involved with it, somehow, so I came to see if you could put me in touch, get me some help," she said.

"We can do that," I said, "but isn't there any family who can help you, or anyone you need to let know that you're okay?"

"I never want to see my parents again," she grumbled, "There's my brother, Simon, but he was in the Army, and now I've lost touch with him."

Slim stared at her. "Are you from Chester?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Describe your brother," Slim said.

"Six foot tall, well-muscled, brown hair and eyes, kind of a hunk, if I do say so myself."

"I think we all know your brother," said Slim, "He was wound...."

"Andy!" cried Shelly.

"Oh, yeah. If I've got the right guy, he's going out with my sister. You're Wendy Sharpe."

"No way!" said Wendy, "Can you take me to him?"

"We're going to my dad's house for dinner, you'll meet him there if you want to come with us," said Slim.

* * *

Simon Sharpe.

I was helping the twins set the table for dinner. There were fifteen of us, not counting Charlie, and Shelly had rung to say to set an extra place. I'd no idea who she was bringing.

"Sixteen places, plus Charlie's high chair girls," I told them.

"This family keeps getting bigger," said Roz.

"Yes, but in a nice way," said Bex.

We had a long trestle table in the dining room and plenty of chairs. Jimmy had bought some crockery and cutlery from a catering supplier, and Crystal had a gas range put in the kitchen to cope with our big dinners.

Crystal and Corrine were in the kitchen, cooking four chickens and loads of potatoes and veg. Kim had made a large tray of banoffee pie earlier in the day, and I was opening two bottles of red wine and one of white.

I heard the clamour from the front hallway, as the farm crowd arrived.

"Where's Simon," I heard Alice call.

"I'm in here. Dining room."

Alice came through the door. "There's someone here you might want to see," she said.

"Who?"

A tall skinny brunette walked in behind her. "Oh, my God!" I cried, running to her, "Wendy."

Wendy threw herself into my arms, hugging me so tightly. "Simon. I thought I'd never see you again."

"Wendy. I've missed you so much. I tried to find you, but no-one could tell me where you were."

"Dinner won't be for another fifteen minutes, Simon," said Mandy, "Take Wendy through to the lounge for a chat. We'll call you both for dinner."

I took her by the hand and led her out of the room.

"What did you do to your leg," she asked, noticing my limp.

I sat her down and told her the whole story. The injury in Iran, getting out of the Army, Blacksmithing. I mentioned the rift with our parents and my relationship with Kim.

She told me about her black times, turning tricks and taking heroin, and how Alice had saved her from herself.

Bex and Roz came running in. "Dinner will be five minutes, Uncle Simon," they said in perfect unison. Wendy smiled and took my hand as we walked through to the dining room.

* * *

Jimmy Blake.

Once we were all seated, I welcomed Wendy. "We're glad that you've found your brother and glad you could join us for dinner, Wendy. I'd like to introduce my family. Several people have pointed out that this is not a family you are born into, it's a family you join.

"My name is Jim Blake. I'm a chef and a trustee of the Blake Foundation. This is Crystal, my wife, who also runs the foundation day-to-day. This is Mandy, she is also my wife, though we're not technically married." I smiled, letting her catch up with that.

"So you're in a triadic relationship?"

"Yes. These two rascals are Bex and Roz. They are Mandy's daughters, but call me daddy and Crystal, mama. This is Corrine, she's a chef too and runs one of my restaurants. The blonde beside her is her partner Milla and beside her is their daughter Maja.

"Beside Simon is his girlfriend, my daughter, Kim. The rest you've met, I suspect. Andy is my son, though you will know him as Slim. Shelly, his partner, is Crystal's sister, and Diane is their...."

"It's alright, Jimmy," said Diane, "I'm their girlfriend, Wendy, and this little fellow is Charlie, my son."

We all waited for Wendy's reaction.

"You're an unusual family, but I can't get over how you've been so honest about all your relationships to a complete stranger," she said.

"That's usually the best way," said Crystal, "You either accept us or not. It's no use telling you half the story."

"Oh, don't think I will not accept you," said Wendy, "It may take me a while to get used to, but I feel so at home here already, and no one seems to be here against their will."

"It took me a while to take it all in, Sis," said Simon, "But they're all lovely people, even Shorty here."

Kim punched him hard in the arm, making him yelp. "Shut it, Hopalong or I'll cut off your pussy supply."

Wendy looked horrified.

"It's okay Wendy, that's how they are," I said, "They love each other, but can't go ten minutes without insulting each other."

She smiled, "You figured out how to keep him in line, Kim?"

"Yeah, but he's stronger than me, so I need to be sneaky."

We ate our dinner, keeping the conversation going throughout the meal. Wendy also discovered that Crystal and Milla were pregnant, but never blinked when we informed her I was the father of both babies.

Once dinner was over, we made coffee and sat in the lounge, talking while the three girls went to play.

"Wendy is looking for some help from us," said Alice, "She left home at sixteen, as some of you know. She's been involved in the sex industry and in drugs, but she's clean now. She needs to get away from destructive influences and make a living."

"We need trainees at the café," said Crystal.

"I'm afraid I'm a dreadful cook. I can burn boiled eggs," said Wendy. Crystal smiled.

"Don't you need anyone at the farm?" said Mandy.

"I thought Wendy would want to be close to Simon," said Alice.

"I'm happy I found him, I don't need to work beside him too," she said.

"Do you like milk, yoghurt and cheese," asked Shelly.

"I love cheese," said Wendy, "What did you have in mind?"

"We need someone to learn how to process dairy products. To make yoghurt and cheese. Would you be prepared to train in that?" said Shelly.

"I'd love that, but how do I get the training?"

"You can work in the farm shop to start, then we'll find a placement for you, we'll pay you for it as well."

"I don't have anywhere to live though, Shelly."

"Well," said Shelly, "The choices are, live at the farm, you'll see Simon at least three times a week, or live here in Moseley and you'll see him every day. There are spare rooms at both houses."

Wendy looked at me. "Can I stay here, Jimmy? I feel like I need to get to know my brother again after over three years. I'd like to get to know you all too."

Three small girls stampeded into the room.

"We've almost finished the building work, but until then we're short of space. Bex, Roz, can Wendy use the small room that used to be Charlie's, in your flat?"

"Yes," they said together.

"That's settled," I said, "When do you want to move in?"

"Ummm, now would be good. I'm technically homeless. I've been sleeping on a friends couch in Tyseley for a week."

"Bex," said Crystal, "Why did you come in here?"

"Cos daddy needed to ask us a question, Mama."

"You'll need to get used to the girls too, Wendy. The twins are psychic, and Maja is not far behind them."

Wendy smiled, "What am I thinking, girls?"

"That you love Uncle Simon..."

".. and want to hug him...."

"...'cos he's your brother..."

"... and brothers and sisters should be together."

"Wow! I thought you were joking Crystal. They really can tell what your thinking."

"Only if you want them to, they can't hear private thoughts," she replied.

The party broke up, with Andy and Simon going to sort out the bed for Wendy and the twins finding bedding for her.

Maja proudly led her upstairs to the flat and showed her the bedroom, bathroom and shower.

Wendy found Simon and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad I found you and this crazy family, I love you Si."

"I'm glad you've come home Wendy, these are unusual, but kind people. I was so lucky to find Kim. She really is my other half, even if we do taunt each other a lot."

Wendy looked into his eyes and kissed him. Simon returned the kiss. I glanced at Kim, she shook her head and smiled at them. "Love," she mouthed. I grinned.

* * *

Crystal Blake.

The dinner was over, and we were clearing up the dishes. I loaded the dishwasher as the plates and cutlery came in. Shelly brought through the dessert dishes, and I stacked them in the machine.

"I've missed you, Shelly," I said, standing to hug her, "I didn't think I'd miss you so much with such a house full, but I do."

"I miss you too, Sis. There are Alice and Diane, but you're my sister."

I hugged her closer, our breasts pressed together. I smiled to myself as my nipples hardened, sticking through the thin tee-shirt I wore.

Shelly giggled. "Not supposed to think about your sister like that, Crystal," she said, tracing one hard nub with her thumb.

I blushed. "Sorry, Shell, I don't know why that happened."

"Because you're bisexual, and so am I, and a pair of tits is a pair of tits."

I kissed her on the lips and returned to work.

* * *

Jim, Mandy and I were getting ready for bed that night when there was a tap on our door. I thought it was the twins, so I shouted, "Come in!"

The door opened, and Milla stuck her head in. "Corrine wants to know if you'll swap me for Mandy tonight," she giggled.

We all looked at each other. "You want to sleep with Jimmy and me?" I said.

Milla nodded.

"And you want me to go through with Corrine?" said Mandy

She nodded again.

"I'm okay with that," said Mandy, "What about you, Jim?"

"Go get yourself some black pussy, Girlie," he grinned, "Milla, come and join us."

Milla stepped into the room, stark naked, her tiny pink nipples as hard as bullets. I walked up to her and drew her into my arms. I pressed my lips to hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She moaned.

You want pussy, or cock too?" I asked.

"Oooh! Cock please, Jimmy? I still remember when you gave me 'him'," She said, rubbing her baby bump.

"I cannot refuse you, Blondie. Do you like to suck cock?"

"I've never done it, Jimmy."

I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. "I'll teach you, Blondie," I grinned.

Jimmy lay on the bed, and we lay either side of him. I took his stiffening member in my hand and stroked it. He groaned.

I placed my lips around the tip of his dick and lowered my mouth onto him. I worked my mouth up and down, lashing the tip with my tongue, Jimmy thrust up at me.

Milla licked her lips, and I moved back so she could try. She opened her mouth and sucked him in. Jimmy's cock is not small, and Milla struggled to fit him in. She bobbed up and down, sucking for all she was worth. Jimmy gasped as she ran her tongue around his cock head.

I took over and dropped onto his shaft again, slipping him to the back of my throat. I smiled around his fat cock and pressed him into my throat, swallowing him.

I drew back, and Milla took my place, she imitated me to the point where I deep-throated him, then gagged and pulled back choking. I laughed.

"It's an acquired skill, Blondie," I giggled, "You'll need to practice to do that."

She smiled as I buried my nose in Jimmy's pubic hair again.

"You want to fuck him first?" I asked.

She nodded. I dropped to her belly, licking around her navel before slipping my tongue into her slippery kitty. She groaned as my tongue split her pussy and delved into her sweet dripping hole.

"Yes, Red. Make me wet."

I pulled back. "Ride him, Milla. Put his fat cock in your wet cunt,"

Milla climbed aboard Jimmy, lining her slit up with his throbbing dick. She slid down Jimmy's pole, whispering to herself. "So big! So big!"

She bottomed out as Jimmy reached for her tight little nipples, pulling on the tiny pink points. Milla gasped.

"Fuck him, Milla," I whispered, "Fuck him good."

She rode him hard, rolling her pelvis as he thrust up into her tight little kitty. I leaned in to take a small firm tit in my mouth, sucking and nibbling.

"Oh, Red, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Milla's face reddened as her hips went wild, bucking and thrashing around.

"Can't hold on Blondie," Jim shouted, "Gonna fill you up."

"Do it, Jimmy. Fuck me, fill me, cum in me!"

She spasmed again on his hard cock, Jimmy plunging deep into her as he released his load."

"Unngh! Unngh!" Milla cried as Jimmy's prick jetted his cum deep into her.

Milla rolled off him, lying back on the bed. Her pregnant belly rising above her small blonde mound. "So fucking good, Jimmy!" she muttered.

I smiled at her as I lowered my mouth to her streaming pussy. I delved into her, tasting my Jimmy's cum. Milla whimpered as I sucked his essence from her wet snatch, bucking through another orgasm as I cleaned her slit.

I was getting into a rhythm, lapping at Milla's tasty tunnel, when a revived Jimmy slipped into me from behind. "Fuck, yes!" I groaned as he fucked me.

I tongued Milla in time with Jimmy's thrusts, and she was soon squirming beneath me.

"Do my ass, Jimmy. Fuck me there."

He pulled out of my now dripping pussy and lined up with my ass. I relaxed as he pressed the fat head into me, splitting me apart. The tip slid into me, and he stopped.

"Gently now, Jim. A bit at a time."

Milla looked up at me. "What's he doing?"

"Fucking my ass."

"Oh fuck, that's hot," she groaned.

Jimmy drove in deeper as I got used to his intrusion, pushing and pulling until his entire length was in me.

"Fuck me now, Jimmy!"

He thrust into my ass, making me squeal in pleasure, pumping as I dropped my mouth to Milla's waiting hole again.

His thrusts pushed my face into Milla's cunt and we groaned together with each push.

I felt it, the hot trembling deep inside me I could get no other way. I whimpered as it spread, filling my body, making me shake in anticipation.

The orgasm burst, my pussy flooding, as I came hard.

Milla squealed as she came again, squirting into my mouth.

Jimmy stiffened, and his cock swelled in my ass, his hot cum flooding me, filling me full.

I moaned as he slipped out of me, and I collapsed onto the bed beside Milla, face down.

Jimmy lay beside me, stroking my hair as I tried to calm my breathing.

The bed moved, and pressure on my thighs pushed them apart. I spread my legs, thinking Jimmy wanted to play a little. Instead, a soft tongue lapped at my anus. Milla had slid around me and was sucking cum from my butt!

I groaned. "You like that, Blondie?"

"Mmmmh!"

"Dirty girl," I giggled.

* * *

Mandy Blake.

I slipped out of our bedroom and crossed the hall, opening Corrine's bedroom door and peering in.

Corrine lay on the bed, her long ebony legs spread, her fingers working her pink pussy.

"Come in Girlie, perhaps you can finish what I started here," she grinned.

I walked to the bed. "You're so pretty Corrine, I love your black skin."

"Come and lie with me, beautiful," she smiled.

I lay beside her, gazing into her dark eyes. She grinned, her white teeth contrasting her gaunt black face. Corrine was a beauty. Slim, muscular, graceful. Her cropped, tight black curls emphasised her delicate features and high cheekbones. Her breasts were small on her skinny chest, but her nipples were like bullets, hard and black, begging to be sucked. The flat belly had a trace of a six-pack, and her puffy pussy had the same crop of trimmed black curls as her head. Slender legs ended in delicate feet, the nails painted a startling crimson.

"You're the beautiful one," I said, "I don't think I've ever seen someone so perfect."

"My tits are small," she grumbled.

"Your tits are perfect for your long slim body, and your nipples are fascinating. May I suck them?"

Corrine cupped her breasts, pushing them up into points, pumping more blood to her engorged nubs.

I lowered my mouth to her left breast, engulfing the areola and sucking hard. She groaned as I flicked my tongue over the hard tip, teasing.

My hand slid down her hard belly, dropping between her spread thighs, delving into her hidden treasure.

She moaned as my fingers split her damp lips and delved into her depths. I thrust into her a few times then withdrew my fingers. I gazed into her eyes as I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked her essence from them.

"Mmmmmh!"

"Lie on top of me, Girlie, let's eat each other."

I climbed onto her, my knees either side of her head, and lowered my face between her legs. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating. I poked out my tongue and dipped into her, wriggling my tongue, tasting. Her taste was heavy, smoky, sharp. I loved it.

Corrine wrapped her arms around my hips, pulling my shaved pink lips to her mouth, licking me from clit to anus. I gasped as she lingered at my puckered hole, flicking her tongue.

"Does Jim fuck you there?" she asked.

"Red and I were both ass virgins. We gave it up to Jim on our wedding night. We both love it now."

She delved back into my pussy, and I sucked on her clit, drawing it into my mouth, flicking with my tongue.

Corrine groaned as I slid two fingers into her and pumped her slippery kitty. She returned the favour, jamming three of her slim digits into my cunt. I worked her, nibbling her clit as I drove my fingers deep. She shuddered as a third finger scraped across her ass, lingering on her rear entrance. "Put it in," she gasped.

I slowly drilled the ring finger into her tight opening. She stiffened and shook. "Oh FUCK!" she cried, as her pussy clamped my fingers and her fluids gushed from her as she came.

She rammed my cunt mercilessly, sucking my clit into her mouth, scraping her teeth over it as I squealed.

Her finger hovered over my anus, and I groaned. "Do it, babe, finger my ass, make me cum."

She dipped into my ass as I buried my face in her wet puss and thrust back against her hand.

"Cumming! Do it to me, babe, make me cum, fuck my wet cunt, Unnnnh!"

I juddered and shook, my co-ordination gone, my fists thumping on the mattress as I shouted my pleasure to the world.

I slid off Corrine as our climaxes subsided, turning to lie beside her, hugging her close.

"Thank you, that was amazing. It's so different with you, Corrine."

"Same here, You're like nothing I've ever had before, Girlie, I hope we do this again."

"Who says we're finished," I grinned, my tongue circling her ear.

* * *

I woke to a movement in the bed. Something wormed its way between Corrine and me, a small blonde head appearing on the pillow.

"Morning, Maja," mumbled Corrine.

"Hello, Mummy," she grinned, "Hello, Mandy."

"Hello, Princess," I smiled.

"Do you love mummy too?" she asked.

"Yes, Princess, I do."

"Good," she said, "We should all love each other. I cuddled up to Bex last night, 'cos I love her and Roz like sisters."

I smiled at her.

"Where's Mama?" she asked.

"With Crystal and Uncle Jimmy," said Corrine.

"Can I see her?"

"Yes, if you make sure they're not busy."

"You mean 'sex stuff'?"

Corrine smiled. "Yes, Princess, that's what I mean."

"I'll peek in, if they are, I'll come back here," she said.

She scrambled over Corrine and bounded out of the door.

"Are we okay being this open with them," I asked.

"They have no hang-ups about nudity and sex, but they know it's a 'grown-up' thing. I wish I'd had that in my childhood. It took me years to get over the guilt of sex, and even longer to admit I was gay."

I hugged her closer. "Did you ever fuck a man?"

"Nope."

"Ever want to?"

"Not really. I don't find them repulsive, but I like girls, and I love Milla with all my heart."

"You know she's fucked Jim?"

"Yeah, we talked about it. She's Bi, and I don't want to deny her some fun if she wants it. She fell a bit in love with Jim when he got her pregnant."

"I don't mean this in a bad way," I said, "but Jim is 'safe'. He's no threat to you, yet he loves all his family. Milla included."

"Yeah, watching him make love to Milla was a wonderful sight. I watched them, you know, frigged myself to an amazing orgasm while he fucked my girlfriend. Is that fucked up?"

I kissed her gently. "No, it shows how much you love her, and how much you love Jim."

The door opened, and Milla walked in with a tray of coffee cups.

"Morning love birds. Did you wear her out, Girlie?"

"There's plenty left for you, Blondie, when you're ready," grinned Corrine.

"Where's Maja," I asked.

"Sitting in Crystal and Jimmy's bed, giving her Uncle a lecture on Barbie dolls," said Milla.

We giggled, and Milla handed us our coffee and climbed into bed with us to drink it.

* * *

Bex and Roz came to see me one morning, clambering onto the couch beside me.

"Can I donate my hair please, Mummy?" said Roz.

"Why do you want to do that, Roz?"

"I want to look like Bex, and the doctors cut all her hair off. But there's a thing called The Little Princess Trust that makes wigs for children who've lost theirs. I want to give my hair to them, to help other children."

I had a tear in my eye as she explained to me. It's when your children come up with something like that, unprompted, that you believe that you must be doing something right bringing them up.

"You can Roz if you want to. I'll ring the hairdresser and make an appointment. They will know where to send it."

A few days later, I was back to having identical twins again. Bex still had a dressing over her operation wound, but it was healing fast.

I promised them that, when it grew long enough, I'd treat them both to 'Page Boy' haircuts.

* * *

Shelly Fraser.

Everyone came to March Hare Farm for dinner on the Monday that week. Diane and Alice had cooked a lovely curry with rice and naan bread. They'd even got Indian sweets, from a shop in Handsworth, for dessert.

I saw Crystal and ran to hug her. "Still miss me?" I asked.

"Mm Hm."

"Let me check," I giggled, thumbing her nipples, "Yep, still like little bullets."

Crystal kissed me on the lips. "You're bad Shell," she grinned, turning to hug Alice and Diane.

Diane snuggled up to my side. "I miss you too," she sniggered.

"You slept with me last night."

"Yes, but that was twelve hours ago." She pinched my nips through my sweater, tweaking hard as I squealed.

"Oh, you are so getting your collar on tonight, Pet!" I promised.

I watched Diane's eyes go softer, as what I'd said sank in. "Spank me hard tonight, Mistress, I've been so bad," she whispered into my ear. I grinned.

* * *

After dinner, we sat around in the lounge, chatting. Jim sat between Crystal and Mandy, Andy sat between Di and me, and Simon sat between Kim and Wendy, an arm around each.

"Is this another trio forming," I grinned, smiling at the three of them.

"I've never been with a girl," said Kim.

"I have," said Wendy, "but for business, not pleasure." She winked at me.

"Oh well, you'll need to share Simon then," I said.

"Um, that's incest, Shelly," said Simon.

"There are weirder things than fancying your sister," I smiled.

Kim and Wendy glanced at each other and smiled, Simon looked embarrassed. He tried to take his arm from around Wendy's shoulder, but she grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"Leave it there, Buster," she growled.

Simon smiled and pulled both girls close.

* * *

Kim Blake.

We'd had a lovely meal at the farm and chatted late into the evening. We got home to Moseley and headed to bed. Simon pulled Wendy into a hug, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her head tilted back, and he kissed her gently. "Love you, Sis," he grinned.

"Love you, Si."

He released her, and she headed upstairs to bed. Simon and I went into our bedroom.

"Are you jealous of her?" asked Simon.

"No. She deserves you back in her life, and I can see you're close."

"We were close until I joined the army. I think she felt I abandoned her then. I want to make it up to her, somehow."

"Is it sexual, Simon," I asked.

"No... and yes. We've never done much together. When we were growing up, she showed me her tits, I showed her my cock, the way kids do. We practised kissing on each other, and we've never stopped. You saw me kiss her. That's what we've always done since we were teenagers."

I thought for a minute. "Do you want more?"

"I don't know what to say to you, Kim."

"Tell me the truth. I'm not jealous, and I'm not angry. I want to know what we're dealing with here."

"She's so vulnerable and damaged. I'm scared to return her little advances in case I'm taking advantage of her somehow."

"Damn it, Si! Do you want to fuck her!"

"You said you weren't angry."

"I wasn't until you started evading my question. You're like a fucking politician."

"Yes," he whispered.

"What?"

"Yes, but I'm frightened, and it's wrong, and I love you."

"I love you too, Simon, but Wendy wants something from you. We need to find out what. If you let me, I'll talk to her."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes, it's better coming from you. You're outside. Talk to her, but don't hurt her, Kim."

I nodded.

* * *

I found Wendy in the kitchen the next day. "Can I talk to you for a minute, Wendy?"

She looked up, frightened. "What about?"

"Simon."

"What is it?"

"Come through to our bedroom. Let's sit down for a chat."

I shut the door. Wendy sat on the bed, and I sat beside her, taking her hands in mine.

"I'm not angry, Wendy, but it's obvious to me you have feelings for your brother. Why don't you tell me about that?"

"We haven't done anything. I'm sorry, Kim. I never touched him, it's just kissing, we've always done it."

"He told me that. I told you, I'm not angry. He's your brother, don't apologise for loving him."

Wendy hung her head. "I'm sick, Kim. I want him in the worst imaginable way. My life has been about fucking men for money for so long, I can't remember loving anyone, only fucking. Then I find Simon again, and I know he loves me for who I am, not just 'cos I've got tits and a pussy.

"Why aren't you trying to scratch my eyes out, Kim? He's your boyfriend. I have no right to him, and you should hate me."

I squeezed her hands. "I don't hate you, Wendy, but I don't know what to do about this. He's frightened that you're damaged. That he's going to be taking advantage of you if he lets you in."

"Simon's all the family I've got left, Kim. He loves you, and he loves me. He seems to think he needs to pick between us. If that's the case, we should hate each other, but I don't hate you, and I don't think you hate me."

I let go of her hands and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her to me. "I don't hate you. Go to him, Wendy, see what he says. I don't want to lose him, and you're so much prettier than me, but I need to know what he wants before we make any more of a commitment to each other."

Wendy hugged me back and kissed my cheek. "I'll talk to him, then I'll come and tell you every word we say."

* * *

Wendy Sharpe.

I got the bus into town, walking from there to Blake's Wharf. I could hear the ring of the hammer on the anvil before I rounded the last corner. I stood in the doorway of Simon's forge, watching the hammer rise and fall, shaping the hot metal. The muscles in his bare arms flexed as he worked, sweat dripping from his face in the heat.

He held up the piece he was working on, inspecting it, and placed it on the floor next to another dozen or so identical forgings. He turned off the fan on his forge and set the hammer down.

"Hello, Simon."

"Wendy! Come in, I was stopping for a drink. You want a coke?"

I nodded. "Can we talk?"

"Yeah, come and sit down."

I walked over to him, reached up, and pecked a kiss on his lips. He opened the can of drink and passed it to me.

"Do you think of me sexually, Simon?"

He choked on his coke. "Um...." he paused and looked me in the eye, "Yes."

"I've been thinking of you that way too. But you love Kim, don't you?"

"I do. I feel so stupid feeling this way about you, but I lost you for three years, and now you're back I want you so bad. I thought I wanted to marry Kim, then you come back, and I don't know any more."

"I'm sorry, Simon. Do you still want to marry Kim?"

"Yes, but how will she feel about us? It's not normal. In fact, it's illegal."

"She doesn't want to lose you. We'll have to ask her."

"We? You don't want to get on the wrong side of Kim."

"Kim sent me to see you, to find out if this is real and what we are going to do about it."

"Then we need to speak to her tonight."

* * *

Kim Blake.

Simon came in about six o'clock with Wendy in tow. They smiled at me, and I hoped they had cleared the air between them.

"Can we sit down for a chat, Kim?" said Wendy.

I smiled. "I'll make some tea, and we'll sit in our room."

We got settled, and I started. "How do you two feel about each other now?"

"We're both attracted to the other," said Simon, "But I still love you, Kim."

Wendy had tears in her eyes. "I should leave. It was a terrible idea to come and find Simon."

"No!" we both said at once.

"He's your brother, you can't walk away again," I said. I sighed, "Would you share him?"

Wendy's mouth opened, and she stared at me. "You're serious, aren't you?"

I nodded. "We both love him, but I don't think I'm into girls, so we won't be like Dad, Crystal and Mandy. Maybe we share differently."

"Hello!" said Simon, "I'm right here."

"Sorry, will you allow us to share you, Simon," I asked.

"Kim, until all this happened, I was ready to ask you to marry me, now...."

"Yes," I said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'll marry you. On the condition that we live with Wendy, and you keep us both happy."

"How will that work?" he asked.

"I don't know, but it will. Maybe we can share a bed, perhaps we get you night about, or I'll take the plunge and try girlie sex one day. I don't know, but I will not lose you," I nodded towards Wendy, "and neither will she. A compromise is better than one of us having a broken heart."

"You don't mind that I used to be a whore?" said Wendy.

"It's a job, you didn't like it, you got out. What's the problem? I used to flip burgers for a living, but I'm hoping you won't hold it against me," I grinned.

Wendy came over and hugged me tightly. "I love you, Kim," she sighed, kissing me on the lips.

Simon embraced us both, kissing us. "Thank you, both of you, I promise I'll try to make this work for us all."

* * *

Jimmy Blake.

Kim came to see me in my office at home that evening. She had a worried look on her face.

"Can I talk to you, Dad?"

"Always, Kimmie, you know that."

"Simon asked me to marry him."

I stood and hugged her close. "Are you happy?"

"Yes... but there's a problem. Simon's in love with me..."

"Good," I said.

"... but he's also in love with someone else."

"Yes, Wendy."

"You knew. You've seen them kiss?" she said.

"More than that, I've seen their body language. Have they been together?"

"No."

"How do you feel about sharing Simon?"

Kim smiled for the first time since we'd started talking, "I insisted he take us both if he wanted to marry me."

"Well," I grinned, "Triadic relationships are the norm in this family. It's none of my business, but are you bisexual, Kim?"

"No. At least I don't think so. I've never been with a girl."

"So you and Wendy literally share him, not each other?"

"For now, anyway. We need to set ground rules, but we're all determined to make it work. Does the incest bit bother you?"

"You can't help who you love," I said, "No one's being forced into anything here, and you're all adults. I can't judge you or Wendy or Simon."

Kim showed me the gold ring, with its simple small stone, on her finger. "Wendy has one the same," she said, "She can't marry him, but Simon wants to treat us the same in every other way."

"It's beautiful," I smiled, "Shall we go out to dinner to celebrate?"

"Yes," she grinned, "You, Crystal and Mandy."

"And you, Simon and Wendy," I added, "Book a table for six at The Violet for us, you pick the day."

* * *

Simon Sharpe.

The six of us went out to dinner to celebrate my engagement to Kim. Wendy also had a diamond ring, but could never marry me. She was happy, none the less, though we had never consummated our love.

We'd gone to The Perfumed Violet, the newer of Jimmy's restaurants. Sarah, his head chef, came through to see us.

"Hello folks," she smiled, "It's good to see you here for this celebration. Who's this pretty girl?"

"Hello Sarah," I said, "This is my sister, Wendy. Wendy, this is Sarah, head chef of the Violet."

Wendy smiled and shook Sarah's hand, "Good to meet you, Sarah."

Our waiter came over and took our drinks orders. "What's the special, Sarah?" asked Jimmy.

"I got some lovely Fillet of Beef from March Hare Farm today, from their new butchery. I've got individual Beef Wellington's with a red wine jus."

Everyone nodded.

"Six of those please, Tom," Jimmy said to our waiter, "and a bottle of the Australian Shiraz."

"Soda and Lime for me," grinned Crystal, patting her baby bump.

We chatted while we waited for our order, eating the lovely home-made rolls.

"Do you all know about Kim, Wendy and I?" I asked.

"It's okay, Simon," said Mandy, "We won't criticise your relationship choice. None of us is in a normal relationship in this family, why should you three be any different."

The food arrived, and we all tucked into the succulent meat.

* * *

We'd finished our food, and Jimmy had gone up behind the bar to get us another bottle of wine when there was a loud crack. I stiffened.

"Fireworks?" said Crystal.

"Gunfire," I replied, "Too close for comfort too."

The door of the restaurant flew open, crashing into the wall behind, the glass shattering. Two men rushed in, slamming the broken door behind them.

"Get on the floor, NOW!" I hissed, "They're armed."

We all dropped to the floor as half a dozen shots rang out from an automatic weapon, one hitting the wall above my head.

"Prepare to die, infidels," shouted the taller of the bearded men, waving a pistol."