Chapter 4478 - 2

Now that was forgotten, it seemed. Off came the sweatshirt, establishing that she was not wearing a bra. She seemed to spend a disproportionate amount of time choosing a new one, finally settling on a white one that, from the corner of my eye, seemed no different from the previous three she had considered. Off came the loose trousers, to be replaced by a simple black skirt that finished some distance above the knee.

She brushed her hair quickly then examined herself critically in the mirror. "God, what a sight! But I'll have to do. Sorry."

"You look lovely," I said again.

"You're sweet," she said and impulsively kissed me on the cheek. I hugged her, feeling a sudden rush of affection for her. Whatever happened, I told myself, her happiness should come first. If she doesn't like what you're about to tell her, you'll have to end it.

But, not for the first time, I was to be surprised by the female psyche.

**

The pub was a pleasant surprise. It had looked nice enough from the outside, but when we stepped inside we were both won over by its homely, cosy charm. We found a corner table and Penny instantly began to peruse the menu.

"I am starving," she said. "I'm going to stuff myself like a pig if that's OK."

I laughed. "You do that. I may do the same."

"Oh god, I can't decide. Grilled chicken or the lasagne?"

"Order them both. We can share."

"Really? But don't you want to have something else? I bet the steaks here are good."

"No," I said. "That's fine. You choose our main meals for us to share, I'll choose the desserts."

"You are the perfect uncle," she said cheerfully. "Can I have a shandy as well?"

I went to the bar and got the drinks and placed our order. When I returned to the table she looked at me.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I was wary. Had Ellie perhaps messaged her already? Or perhaps Ellie had messaged Jess, who'd told her?

But it wasn't that.

"What did you think of Sue?"

I considered, a little relieved that I didn't have to dive into my own news and explanations just yet. "She seemed... nice. Is she... a close friend?"

"Not really. I haven't known her long. Just a week, really."

I nodded. There was clearly more to come, though Penny didn't seem quite sure how to proceed.

"Does Jess know her?"

"Hmm. Sort of. Jess doesn't like her much, actually."

"Oh. Why not?"

Penny fidgeted with the cutlery, arranging her knife and fork first one way and then another.

"She thinks... well, she thinks she's manipulative and... it's hard to explain. And a bit embarrassing."

"OK," I said. "Well, I'll listen if you want to tell me, but if you don't want to, that's also fine."

She glanced up at me, then took a deep breath.

"Well... Jess says she -- I mean Sue -- gets off on seducing straight girls. So she's not with me because she likes me, but because I'm... like a challenge."

I pondered this for a moment. "And would you say you are... straight?"

"Yes... mostly. I mean I definitely thought I was. But men have been so... shit recently. I mean... not you. But the ones I've been meeting."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. Which I genuinely was.

"So -- when Sue started showing an interest, I was kind of like -- well, why the hell not?"

I nodded. "And did it... live up to your expectations?"

She blushed. "I can't quite believe we're having this conversation."

Nor me, I thought. But if you think this is sharing intimate details, wait until you hear my news, my darling niece.

She fiddled some more with her cutlery. "I mean -- yeah, it was pretty good. Sue... she's pretty experienced. So... without going into all the details... it was pretty satisfactory, really."

"Well, that's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I suppose. But... I feel a bit used, somehow. She's fun to be with, but I think she's going to move on pretty soon to her next conquest. And then I'll feel even more shit."

I reached out and put my hand over hers. "I'm sorry," I said. "But it sounds like you're being very clear-headed about the whole thing. Much more intelligent and aware than I was at your age. By about a million miles."

"Thanks," she said.

"So maybe you should make the first move? Dump Sue before she dumps you?"

"I don't know. That feels a bit mean. I hate breaking up with people. I much prefer it when they do it. Then I can feel sorry for myself for a bit but that's much better than feeling guilty that you've hurt someone, isn't it?"

At that moment I don't think I have ever felt such a surge of love as I did at that moment for that slightly embarrassed girl sitting opposite. I squeezed her hand hard.

"Penny," I said. "You are just... wonderful. It'll sort itself out. Don't worry. And there's a whole gang of people out there who are just waiting to find somebody like you."

She smiled at me. "I'm not expecting a Disney movie ending just yet. I just want to... have some fun with some nice, sexy, attractive people."

"I completely get that," I said. "I really do."

"How are you and Belinda? Still groping each other and giggling like teenagers?"

"Certainly not," I said. "We behave with suitably grown-up decorum at all times."

"Fuck off!" Penny was cheering up considerably now. "You're like a pair of hormone crazed fuck bunnies."

"Language!"

"Well -- sorry. But you are. Neither Jess nor I can believe that you and her mum are probably having more sex than most of the people we know put together. Poor Ellie, having to share a house with you two."

"Yessss... that's part of why I came to see you," I said.

Penny removed her hand from mine and looked at me suspiciously. "Have you upset Ellie?"

"No."

"Because if you have, I may have to kill you. I mean, I love you -- but Ellie's one of my best friends. So I would fucking kill you."

"There will be no need to kill me," I said. "I mean -- not because Ellie's upset. You may want to kill me... for other reasons."

"What the fuck have you done?" All thoughts of Sue were long gone. She was staring at me now with a steely, focused glare that was surprisingly intimidating.

"Well... it wasn't actually my idea," I said. "I want to be clear about that, OK?"

"Tell me what you've fucking done!"

Her voice was getting louder. Some other diners in the pub gazed over at us, and I smiled weakly at them.

"Keep your voice down! I promise you... Ellie and Belinda are both very happy. And so am I."

"What the fuck is it then?" An angry whisper now, which was something.

"Well... Belinda told me... Ellie's been having some boy trouble of her own. And that... maybe I could help."

Penny stared at me for several long moments. I could see realisation begin to dawn.

"No. Fucking. Way."

At that moment the waitress arrived with our food. This gave both of us the chance to organise our thoughts and compose ourselves a little.

When she'd gone, Penny leaned forward. Her mounting anger had apparently receded, to be replaced by an eager curiosity.

"So you and Ellie... and Belinda was cool with it?"

"She pretty much... organised it."

"Fuck! That's... fuck!"

"Yes," I agreed.

"I mean -- I knew Ellie really fancied you... even you must have seen that... and I knew Belinda has always been pretty open-minded and cool with all kinds of things... but... fuck!"

She saw something in my face and scoffed.

"You didn't know Ellie fancied you?"

"It was... a bit of a surprise," I admitted.

"God! Men really are stupid! I bet you've got no idea at all that... well, never mind."

"What?"

"Forget it. Tell me about you and Ellie."

"Well... I'm not going to give you all the details. But... we had a very... satisfactory and agreeable time."

"God, I hope it was better than you make it sound. That sounds like you took her to the zoo."

"No... it was all... very much at home. Belinda went out for the day... and Ellie and I stayed home for the day."

"Fuck! Does Jess know?"

"She's probably being updated about it all as we speak."

"God, I can't wait to speak to her. And Ellie! That clever little... And you! Talk about being fucking lucky!"

"I know."

Temporarily lost for words, Penny turned her attention to the food. She ate hungrily, but her eyes kept returning to my face. To my relief she seemed more intrigued and amused than angry or upset.

"So," she said, having devoured most of her meal and a reasonable proportion of mine, "was it like a one-off? Or are you now the live-in stud for both of them?"

"Um -- I think probably the latter. For now, anyway."

"Are you going to have like a timetable? Or alternate weeks, or something?"

"I have no idea. This literally just happened yesterday."

"So you spent all of yesterday shagging Ellie?"

"Well... not all of it. But... quite a lot."

She chewed her lip. "God. I can't wait to talk to Ellie and find out how it was."

"What?" I was genuinely startled.

"We share everything. Of course she'll tell me all about it."

"Well... maybe some things you're better off not knowing!"

"Why? What are you ashamed of? I'm sure she'll mostly have good things to say. Both the girls say Belinda's been like a giddy schoolgirl since you started shagging her."

I admit this pleased me more than it should, even if it didn't entirely square with my own observations.

"Really?"

"Yes. Though don't get big-headed about it. There's always room for improvement."

"OK," I said, suitably abashed. "But -- Ellie will... basically tell you everything?"

"Oh yeah. I mean -- not quite thrust by thrust, but certainly all the key information."

"Key information... and that would be...?"

"Oh -- you know. How many times she... you know. How good they were. If she faked any. How many times you did. Where you did. Any things you did she didn't like. Any things that you didn't like. Positions. Stamina. You know -- the important stuff."

Even though I was horrified by this, I had to settle one thing immediately.

"Hey - no faking was involved."

"I'm sure she didn't fake," she said soothingly. "And if she did, I won't tell you, so don't worry. You can continue to bask in your male pig-headed ignorance."

"Thanks," I said. I was still appalled at the level of detail my niece was confidently expecting to receive.

"Can I call her now?"

"No! Absolutely not."

"I'm going to text her. You can't stop me doing that." And with that she pulled out her phone and began to tap away, the tip of her tongue visible at the corner of her mouth as she focused on the tiny phone keyboard.

"Who'd like dessert?" asked the waitress brightly.

"Not for me," said Penny. "I've eaten too much already. But he can have some. He's really been burning off the calories recently. I'll have a coffee though, please."

She put her phone on the table and gazed at it expectantly. We both did.

It wasn't long before it buzzed. She picked it up and looked at it. Then she looked at me. It was a slightly different look from any I could remember ever giving me before. As if she was seeing me in a new light.

"Goodness," she said softly. "Quite the rave review."

"What did she say?"

She tutted. "I'm not going to tell you. That would be breaking a confidence."

"Breaking a... talk about double-standards! She's telling you everything about me!"

"Yes... it's not really fair, is it? But... I think you've ended up with quite a good deal, so you're in no position to complain, are you? Now go and pay the bill, like a good uncle. I want to ask her a few more things before you drive me back."

I did what I was told.

**

For most of the drive back she was engrossed in her phone, short, staccato bursts of typing followed by pauses as she waited for the replies to come back. Occasionally there would be a small snort of amusement, which didn't do much for my ego, but I manfully restrained from enquiring as to the exact content of the communications. Some things it's better not to know.

"Is... Jess on the chat too?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Penny made a vaguely affirmative noise.

"And... how is she?"

"She's going to cut your dick off," said Penny cheerfully.

"Really?"

Penny was distracted again. "What? Oh - no. Not really."

"So she's OK?"

"What? Oh... you'll have to find out, won't you? Now shush."

I shushed.

When I parked outside her block she looked up, sighed, and put her phone in her bag. Then she turned and faced me.

"My uncle," she said thoughtfully. "Who'd have thought it?"

"I know." I hesitated. "Shall I come in... or do you have stuff to do?"

"I need to do some things," she said. "I need to speak to Jess. And... I need to speak to Sue."

"OK. Well -- call me if I can do anything."

"I think you've done quite enough for one weekend. Aww -- you're blushing!"

She leaned over and hugged me. I hugged her back, relieved that we were still on speaking terms. Better than that. She seemed more amused and entertained than grossed out or hurt.

She pulled away slightly, and cupped my face in her hands. Then, to my surprise, she kissed me on the lips. Not a long kiss, but not a peck either.

"Don't forget about me," she said. "What with all these women throwing themselves at you."

"Never," I said. "I promise."

"Good. Now sod off home. I'll text you later. Though you'll probably be too... busy to see it."

Then, with a final cheeky grin, she opened the door and got out. I watched her walk away, her trim figure moving confidently and attractively as she strode towards the entrance doorway. The sensation of her kiss still lingered. I remembered the glimpses of her body I'd seen earlier that day. Was there something of a sexual spark between us now? Surely not.

I told myself severely I just had sex on the brain. I was seeing it everywhere. Then I started the car again and drove home.

**

Over the next week Belinda, Ellie and I worked out a kind of routine. In essence I spent alternate nights in each of their beds, which was fine and lovely of course, and I was prepared to put up with the mild inconvenience of never quite remembering where I'd last left my phone charger or my clothes. Amazingly I also managed to press on with my studies, which I was still enjoying and doing well at, with very positive feedback from my tutors.

On balance, I couldn't really believe life could get much better. Though I did sometimes think of my sister, and then I would feel a wave of regret that all of this good fortune for me had come at the expense of losing her. That I would never get to apologise to her for all my selfish behaviour of the past.

I also had a succession of teasing texts from Penny, who would send me links to various health supplements and medicines designed to keep male strength up. I ignored them. When I enquired about Sue, she said that she'd decided to keep the relationship going for now as they were in a drama production together and it would be too awkward to have a messy split now. I wasn't sure this was the best reasoning but I let it go. Sometimes you have to let people figure out things on their own.

I heard from Belinda that Jess had taken the news of my involvement with her older sister quite well, though she'd had a lot of questions and had mainly been concerned that I wasn't taking advantage of them.

"But don't worry. I put her straight on that score," said Belinda, gently massaging my cock. "I said that all of us were very content. But she may give you the third degree when she comes home this weekend."

"This weekend?"

"Mmm." She lowered her head and took me in her mouth for a moment before withdrawing. "She wants to come home for a few days -- I'm going to get her on Friday."

I groaned as her mouth went back around me. "OK... I'll prepare myself for interrogation."

Belinda busied herself for a few minutes then paused again. "Oh, and I was thinking of inviting some people around next week for supper. Wednesday evening?"

"Sure," I said, a little faintly. "Whatever you want."

"Would you like me to stop talking and just focus on blowing you?"

"Well... I wouldn't want you to think I was taking advantage... but... well... yeah"

She chuckled and ran her tongue along the underside of my cock. "Do you want to come in my mouth?"

"Mmm yes please..."

"OK," she said. "You do that."

**

When Belinda arrived back with Jess that Friday evening I was on the sofa with Ellie snuggled up beside me. I was reading and she was watching a film on Netflix, her head on my shoulder. We were naked, of course.

"Aww... look at the two lovebirds," said Jess. But her tone was friendly. Belinda smiled at me reassuringly.

Ellie bounded from the sofa and hugged her sister.

"I've missed you, Jess!"

When Ellie stepped away I got up and gave Jess a slightly awkward peck on the cheek. She gave me a look that I couldn't quite read, then started to get undressed. Belinda had already bustled through to the kitchen to start getting supper ready.

Jess sighed. "It will be nice not to have to wear any clothes for a couple of days."

Ellie and I returned to the sofa. After a moment's hesitation Jess joined us there. I sat on one end with Ellie leaning against me, turned to face her sister who sat at the opposite end. Within a few seconds the girls were engrossed in conversation, swapping news and gossip. I returned to my book, though I wasn't able to give it my full attention.

I had my arm around Ellie and I was absent-mindedly stroking her arm, as I often did when I read. I loved the feel of her smooth skin under my fingertips and she seemed to like it too, sometimes nudging me to continue when I stopped to turn a page. Once when I looked up I saw Jess staring at my hand, then she hastily dragged her eyes away and looked back at her sister.

About fifteen minutes later Belinda called that supper was ready and we trooped through to the dinner table. It was a friendly, chatty meal with lots of teasing and laughter, as meals always seemed to be in that house. A long way from the strained, formal meals I remembered from my own childhood. But I sensed a slight reserve in Jess's attitude to me. She was polite and smiled and it would have taken a keen observer to note that anything was different. But I sensed it, and when I caught Belinda's eye I saw she did too.

Later I helped clear up while the two girls went off to the living room. Belinda put her arms around me.

"She's just adjusting," she said. "Don't worry."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely."

"I hope she doesn't feel... you know... that I just expect her to hop into bed with me too."

"No. I told her that in the car on the way back. That you're very special to Ellie and to me, but she shouldn't take that as any kind of guide to what she should do."

"Good," I said.

"I did tell her you should spend some time together. I'm going to take Ellie out tomorrow morning, so you'll have a few hours then."

I looked at her suspiciously.

"You're not going to hide my clothes again, are you?"

She laughed. "No. Not this time. Last time you needed a bit of a push, but this time the ball is entirely in Jess's court. In fact, maybe you could take her out for a nice brunch somewhere. It might not be a bad thing to have some clothes on for once."

"Good idea," I said, and kissed her. She put her arms around me and pressed her lovely womanly body against mine.

"Mmm," she said. "My turn with you tonight. I hope you're feeling energetic."

I nodded, and kissed her again. I could feel myself hardening against her. She reached down and rubbed me gently.

"Don't do that," I said. "I've got to go back in there and sit with the girls."

"You don't want Jess to see your lovely cock nice and hard next to her on the sofa? She might have to get used to it."

"Maybe not just yet," I said, and moved her hand firmly away. She pouted, but didn't protest further.That night Belinda seemed even more aroused than usual, making love to me with an animal intensity that was exhilarating. For that hour it seemed like nothing else mattered in the world but our two bodies and the pleasure we could give each other and generate for ourselves.

Right at the end, as I was pounding her brutally as she lay spread-eagled beneath me, I felt her arms go around me once more and she pulled my head down towards hers, turning slightly so her mouth was next to my ear.

"Fuck me daddy," she whispered. "Fuck me and come in me."

The words were like an electric shock. I gasped and almost immediately began to spurt deep inside her. I felt her own orgasm start and spread to meet mine, her body spasming as her muscles contracted and milked the seed from my cock. I came for what seemed like an eternity, throwing rope after rope of my milky semen into her before collapsing on the bed beside her.

Afterwards, as she lay in my arms, both of us still panting from our exertions, I wondered if I should ask her where that thought had come from. But something made me hesitate. It could wait for another day. Or perhaps never. I knew her saying that had excited us both hugely. And some things are better left undiscussed. These days we're encouraged to talk about everything, but when it comes to connecting sexually, a sense of mystery - and yes, of the taboo - can be a wonderful extra ingredient.

**

In the morning Jess slept in, so after I said goodbye to Belinda and Ellie I found myself at something of a loose end. I caught up on some of my client work and then fiddled a little with one of my course assignments. But I knew I was mainly changing the essay for its own sake, not actually making it better, so after a while I gave up and closed the laptop.

I looked at my phone. It was nearly eleven. If I was going to spend any time with Jess she needed to surface soon. But maybe she was avoiding me. It was certainly an unconventional arrangement that she'd returned home to, so it would be understandable if she decided to just lie low until her mother and sister returned. If she thought all that lay downstairs was an excruciating, embarrassing conversation with an older man who she suspected of taking advantage of the other members of her family... it would make perfect sense to stay exactly where she was.

I pondered what to do. Then I remembered what Ellie had said about Belinda's rule of thumb. In any difficult situation where you can't decide on the "right thing", the thing you least want to do is probably the thing you should do.

So I made her a cup of tea. Jess was very partial to herbal teas, so I rummaged around, found a box of peppermint tea, made her a cup, made myself a cup of normal tea (there are some lines even I won't cross), put them on a tray, and went upstairs.

I knocked on Jess's door.

"Jess? I've made you some tea. Can I come in?"

There was a muffled noise that sounded vaguely affirmative, so I opened the door and went in.

Jess was buried deep underneath a duvet, her blonde head just visible on the pillows. The room was dark, so after putting the tray down on a chair I went to the window and pulled the curtains slightly open, allowing a small stream of light into the room.

"What's the time?" Her voice was sleepy.

"Eleven."

"Oh. It's late."

"No rush. You stay there if you want to. I was maybe going to take you out for brunch, if you wanted to, but if you'd rather stay there, that's fine."

"Mum and Ellie gone?"

"Yes. They left over an hour ago."

Silence. I didn't quite know what to do. I suspect she didn't either.

Then, in a very low, nervous voice, she asked: "Are you expecting to get into bed with me?"

"No! Absolutely not, Jess!"

"You don't think I'm attractive?"

Even then I had to smile. We all have an ego.

"You're lovely. Beautiful. Gorgeous. But... I'm with your mum, and your sister, because that's what they chose. What they wanted. At least for now. But I have no expectations that you'll want the same, Jess. Why would you?"

"You sure?"

"Completely sure. I just want us... to still be friends, if you think you can manage that."

She made a sort of indistinct noise that could have been positive, negative or somewhere in-between.

"Drink your tea," I said. "I'll see you downstairs later. When you're ready."

"Okay."

I took that as my cue to leave. Just as I was about to leave, she called out.

"Rob!"

I paused. "Yes?"

"I... it's not that I don't find you attractive."

"Thank you," I said.

"We all do. All of us. But... it just feels wrong."

"I understand," I said. "It feels... very strange to me as well. Not wrong... but I certainly feel like I don't deserve it."

There was a pause.

"Come and talk to me," she said finally. "Please."

She sat up in bed and I came back into the room. She sat up and took a sip of her tea. The duvet had fallen down to her waist, revealing her lovely creamy breasts, though I was careful to keep my eyes on her face.

I got my tea and went to sit in the chair by her dressing table.

"Come and sit on the bed," she said. "I think I can trust you to do that."

So I went and perched a little cautiously on the end of her bed. I was naked, of course, and I knew she was too. I had a very strong physical awareness of her presence, and I fervently hoped I wouldn't get an erection.

"If you weren't with Mum," she said. "Never mind being with Ellie as well... and if you had made a pass at me... I would have said yes."

"I'm very flattered," I said.

"But... because you are with them... I don't see how I can. I can't really explain it... but it's just a bit... I don't know... like you're a caveman and we're your harem. A bit... primitive."

"I get that. I really do."

She nodded. "So... sorry, I guess."

"Hell, Jess, you don't have to apologise! I'm glad we can talk about it. And I'm glad you're being so understanding. I promise you -- I never want to hurt any of you. And if this gets too complicated... we'll fix it."

We looked at each other for a moment. I smiled at her and after a moment she smiled back. I turned back to the door.

"I'll see you downstairs," I said. "You must be hungry. I'll fix you something to eat."

"Do we have any bacon? I would LOVE some if we do."

"Coming up," I said. "See you in five minutes."

Downstairs I busied myself getting her food ready. I was hugely relieved that conversation had gone as well as it had. She wasn't thrilled about the new arrangement, I could tell, but she was honest and open and surprisingly understanding. And I did see what she meant about the "caveman" nature of the arrangement. It did all feel rather... patriarchal.

But -- it also felt right. At least for now.

Jess came downstairs and sat at the breakfast bar, the sunlight dappled on her bare skin. She was naked except for a pair of woolly slippers which I found rather charming. She attacked the plate of toast and bacon with commendable focus and enthusiasm and I took myself into the living room to browse the news headlines on my tablet.

About ten minutes later I heard the dishwasher go on and then Jess came and flopped down on the sofa opposite me. We chatted easily for a while about her course and how she'd adjusted to life away from home, and then I remembered something I'd meant to ask her.

"So -- when I saw Penny, I bumped into her friend Sue. Penny said you weren't a big fan of hers."

Jess wrinkled her nose. "No. Not really. Not at all, if I'm honest."

"Because she's just looking for conquests?"

"She's on a power trip, that's for sure. She really gets off on seducing straight girls. Getting them all confused and mixed up and then moving onto the next. That makes her a bitch, if you ask me."

"If that's true, then I think so too," I said. "How do you know this?"

"One of the girls on my course is doing her first year again. Turns out one of the main reasons she dropped out last year is because Sue messed with her head, made her think they were made for each other and were going to be together forever - and then just dropped her."

"Should I be worried about Penny?"

She considered. "I am. A bit. But... you know, Penny's a bit like you sometimes. She's quite stubborn. And she's... processing a lot of stuff at the moment."

"What stuff?"

She looked at me, then dropped her eyes. "Private stuff. Not for me to say."

"OK," I said. "Fair enough."

I must have looked concerned because she looked at me very sympathetically. "You really love her, don't you?"

"I really do," I said. "More than I thought I ever could."

"Good. Because otherwise I'd cut your balls off."

"Yikes." I shifted a little uneasily in my seat and she laughed.

"Though I guess my mum and my sister would be pretty annoyed if I did."

There didn't seem to be a tactful way to answer that so I didn't say anything.

She seemed to be thinking for a moment.

"Actually... can I ask you something? It might seem a bit weird. But... we seem to becoming quite a weird family, so... what the hell, right?"

"You can ask me whatever you want."

She was quiet, as if thinking of the best way to phrase the question.

"Well... it's kind of about them, actually."

"About what?"

"Balls. You know... a guy's balls"

"OK," I said, more than a little taken aback. "Er... what exactly?"

"Well... I've not been with many guys. Three, if you must know. And I met this guy a couple of weeks ago, and he was really hot, and well... we ended up in bed."

"OK," I said again. I had no idea where this was going.

"Anyway... in the morning, he was asleep, and I was on the side of the bed against the wall, and I needed to get a drink of water, so I needed to climb over him."

She paused. Her face was red with embarrassment. "God, I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"Go on."

"Well... I slipped. I think I was still a bit tipsy, to be honest. And my knee... went into his... you know. His balls."

"Ouch," I said, with deep feeling.

"Yeah... he was... in quite a lot of pain for quite a long time. I mean... I couldn't have permanently damaged him, could I? I've not spoken to him since... to be honest he was kind of rude about how clumsy I was so I just left... but I felt kind of bad. But I didn't want to message him and say 'hey, I hope your balls are OK?', could I? Do you think he'll be all right?"

"He'll be fine," I said, with more sincerity than I really felt. "I mean... you didn't feel anything get... well, crushed, did you?"

"No... it was more of a... glancing blow with my knee."

"Then he'll be fine, I'm sure."

"Really?"

"Really. He would have had an uncomfortable five or ten minutes, but after an hour... he'd probably have been completely recovered."

"Thank God," she said with evident relief. "I've been really worrying about it. I mean, I would have been more sympathetic if he hadn't been such a dick, but... I didn't like feeling maybe he could never become a dad because of me."

"No danger of that," I said. "I promise you, Jess."

She was silent for a few moments. Then she looked curiously over at my mid-section.

"They're really sensitive, huh?"

"Yeah," I said. "There's a reason your Mum told you to squeeze unpleasant men by the nuts. It's.. just about the worst feeling you can imagine."

She giggled, then looked apologetic. "Sorry. So -- it's obviously happened to you a few times?"

"Yes. I used to play quite a lot of soccer. Not an uncommon risk in that sport. I remember once I almost passed out after somebody hit a free kick right into me."

She winced. "Ouch. Well, that's good to know. If you can recover from that and still shag my sister AND my mum on alternate nights, I really don't need to worry about that guy, do I?"

**

That night I slept with Ellie. I don't know if there was something in the water that weekend, but, just like her mother the previous night, she was also very frisky. For the first few times we had been together she had been loving and energetic but also a little on the submissive side when it came to taking the initiative. Now her confidence was growing and she had discovered, to her delight, that she could now read my body language to such an extent that she knew exactly when to slow down or change the pressure or friction to try and ensure I didn't come. Of course, I couldn't let this new approach go completely unchallenged -- I had my reputation as being a bit of a bastard to maintain. And so we had a quite wondrous and playful few hours, tormenting and teasing each other to delicious effect until we both collapsed in a sweaty heap, my seed trickling out of her after my second orgasm and her fourth.

"God," I said, when my breathing had returned to normal. "You're trying to kill me."

She purred contentedly, her arm across my chest and her face buried in my neck. I stroked her hip and she pushed herself even closer into me. A few minutes later she was asleep, her breathing changing to become longer and heavier. I lay awake for a while, feeling drained and content, listening to her soft sounds.

All of this exertion had left me feeling rather dehydrated. I carefully disengaged myself from Ellie and went quietly downstairs. I made my way to the kitchen and got a glass of water, enjoying the coldness of it as I stood at the sink, looking out into the moonlit garden.

I heard the soft footsteps of somebody else coming down the stairs and I made my way into the living room to see that it was Jess.

"Hey," I said quietly. "Can't sleep?"

"No. Too much bloody noise." She sounded deeply irritated.

"Oh." I hadn't realised our performance would have been audible, but I now remembered Ellie had cried out loudly several times and the walls in this house were fairly thin. It was entirely possible I'd made a bit of noise myself.

"Sorry."

"I mean, were you going for a world record or something?"

"No. Just... having fun. I didn't realise we were so loud."

"Yeah. I figured. I mean -- I didn't think you were actually trying to torture me."

"Torture you?"

"Yeah. Get me jealous and worked up and completely unable to sleep."

"Ah," I said. I wasn't quite sure what else I could add.

She looked at pointedly at my groin. "I mean, I am actually in the mood to let you do whatever you wanted to right now. But of course, you're not going to be good for anything, are you?"

"No," I said. "I'm sorry -- I don't think I could."

"Probably just as well. I'd probably regret it in the morning."

I nodded. She puffed out her cheeks and let out a long, frustrated sigh. Then she looked at me ruefully.

"Sorry to moan. It's all right. You can go to bed. Go and curl up with my lucky bitch of a sister. I'll be fine."

"Actually, I'm not that sleepy," I said. "I was thinking I'd watch something or read for a while down here."

"Can I watch with you? Maybe that'll take my mind off it."

"Sure."

So we settled onto the sofa and started browsing through the various online services. We found a thriller on Netflix that neither of us had seen and started watching that. We carefully stayed at opposite ends of the sofa from each other.

The film wasn't that great and she started to fidget after about fifteen minutes. Suddenly, with a reluctant sigh she shuffled down the sofa to be next to me. She took the remote control and paused the film.

She took a deep breath. "I know I said I didn't like the idea... but just knowing, if I wanted to, we could... you know... well... I haven't been able to think about much else, if I'm honest. And hearing you tonight with Ellie... and the other night with Mum. I mean... it's like this house is all about sex. Except... not for me."

"Sorry," I said again. It seemed inadequate.

"But you know what made me really jealous? Well -- not jealous -- but it made me feel funny inside."

"What?"

"When I saw you stroking Ellie's arm. I could see... that it wasn't just sex. You really care about her, and Mum too."

"I do, yes. Very much."

She stared at the paused film on the television. I sympathised. This was an unusual, not to say unique, position for any young woman to find herself in. I wasn't sure I had any words that would help her.

Instead I instinctively reached out and stroked her arm, long, gentle affectionate strokes along her forearm, caressing the top of her wrist and then back to the area near the elbow, back and forth, trying to convey in touch what I couldn't do with words.

"That's nice," she said. "That feels really nice."

We sat like that for a while. Then, unexpectedly, she turned towards me and kissed me lightly on the lips. I kissed her back but remained passive, letting her decide how much further she wanted to take this.

Her kisses slowly became stronger and more passionate, her tongue exploring my mouth. Then she broke free suddenly and stared at me, wild-eyed.

"Jesus," she said. "I... I really want you, Rob.... I really need you."

She looked down again at my crotch, where my cock was, at best, semi-erect.

"But I'm going to have to wait until another time, aren't I?"

I stroked her hair and she pushed her face against my hand, kissing my palm. Then I kissed her forehead, and her nose, before planting a soft kiss on her lips. As I began to pull away she reached up and pulled my head back in for another longer, more heartfelt round of kissing, a small sigh escaping from her as she did so. Her breasts were pushed against my chest.

Sadly, she was right about my ability to perform again so soon. At least in the conventional way.

"Lie down," I said, and I pushed her carefully backwards so her back was against the sofa. Then I eased her forward so her bottom was on the edge of the cushion. I kissed her again, then lowered my head and kissed and sucked for a few moments on each of her nipples. She moaned.

I trailed my tongue across her stomach and then further downwards, taking my time. She put one of her hands on my head and tried to push me closer to where she wanted me, but I smiled to myself and resisted the pressure. Instead I moved one of my hands up between her legs, stroking her inner thighs. She spread her legs wider to accommodate and encourage me.

"Yes," she said. "Oh god please."

I nuzzled the top of her pubic mound with my mouth as I raised my hand higher. I lightly dragged the tip of one finger down the lips of her slit then took the finger into my mouth so I could taste her.

"I'm going to make you come with my mouth," I murmured to her. "Would you like that, Jess?"

"God... yes... please..."

I slid a little lower so my face was just a few inches from her entrance. Once again I gently teased her with my finger, prising her puffy lips apart and tracing a pattern around her little erect clit. Then I knelt down and began to lick her, swirling my tongue up and around, writing careful, slow, leisurely letters on that perfect teen pussy.

She began to move beneath me, twisting and squirming as her excitement and frustration built. She stretched out with her hands to try and push me down more firmly into her groin but I took her hands in mine and pinned them firmly to the sofa cushions on either side of us. But I took pity on her enough to increase the pressure and the tempo of what I was doing. This was a girl who needed to climax badly, and in this case speed was more important than quality or duration. Or, to put it another way, this was no time to show off.

After just a few minutes her breathing began to change, becoming shorter and more ragged. Then her body began to twitch and jerk in small, almost imperceptible jolts. She was close now, and I released her hands so she could do whatever she needed to take herself over the edge. Now those hands went around my head, both of them, and she pulled my face down hard against herself as she ground her pussy against my mouth and chin. I reflected distantly, not for the first time, on the surprising strength a woman can exhibit when she is close to orgasm and needs something to be just right."Oh god... oh fucking god... I'm going to fucking come..."

And she did, those tiny jolts suddenly increasing in size to a wave of more pronounced spasms. Her hands, which had been holding my head in place as if her life depended on it, now hurriedly pushed me a little away, as if her whole lower body couldn't stand any further contact. I gratefully sucked in some extra air and waited patiently for the rippling explosions to subside.

"Holy... Jesus... Fuck..." she finally managed, after a minute had passed.

I kissed her legs and then cheekily planted a soft kiss just above her clit, making her gasp. Then, as I started to get to my feet, she leaned forward, put her arms around me and kissed me deeply.

"Thank you," she said, when she finally broke away. "That was... just lovely."

"For me too," I said. "Thank you, Jessica."

"Really? But... you did all the work... and it's not like I did anything for you, even if you'd been able to."

"I loved it," I said, with complete sincerity. "I hope you'll perhaps let me do it again, sometime. If you wanted to."

"God... definitely. That was just... exactly what I needed."

"Good," I said, and kissed her again. "Now I'm going back to bed."

"Me too. I can sleep now. You may need to help me -- my legs feel all wobbly!"

I had my arm firmly around her as we went back up the stairs together. At the door to Ellie's room, she pulled me close for a final kiss.

"I wonder... next time... if we could do a bit more?" she whispered.

"I'm sure we could that. But see how you feel in the morning. You may wake up and wish this had never happened. I hope not -- but see how you feel."

"No," she said, and even in the gloom I could see her smiling. "I'm glad it happened. And next time..." -- she leaned close, and whispered even more softly into my ear -- "I want you to really fuck me with your lovely cock. And I'll be so, so careful with your balls, I promise."

As she said that she reached down and gently patted the objects in question. Then she was gone, a final glimpse of the whiteness of her buttocks as she turned and went off into her own room.

I slid back into the sheets beside Ellie, who rolled over and put her arms around me.

"Did I just hear you make my sister come?" she murmured sleepily.

"Sssh. Yes, you did. Now go back to sleep."

She lifted her head and pecked me on the cheek. "Good boy," she said woozily, and a few seconds later she was asleep again. It didn't take long before I was too.

woke up in Ellie's bed. I could sense Ellie moving, reaching over to the bedside table to retrieve her phone. There was that familiar sequence of faint vibrations as she tapped out a message, and then a few moments later she snuggled back up beside me.

"Jess asked if she can borrow you this morning," she said sleepily. "I said she could, but I wanted five minutes cuddling with you first."

So we lay in bed, her head on my shoulder, my arm holding her close. I felt her hand sneak down and slyly tweak my cock under the covers, a mischievous caress that threatened to turn my semi-erection into a full-blown one.

"Hey," I said. "You should stop that."

"Mmm... just getting you ready for my sister."

"I'm sure she could manage that all on her own."

"I know... but I like getting you all worked up... I love feeling you get hard in my hand."

She continued doing that for a few more minutes before the phone buzzed again. An indignant, impatient sound.

"Go on then," she mumbled. "Go say good morning. Tell her I said hi, and not to wear you out."

I thought this was a bit rich coming from Ellie, frankly, but I wisely kept my mouth shut. I padded out of the room, my cock cheerily swinging ahead of me, and made my way along the landing.

Just before I reached Jess's door, Belinda's door opened and she stepped out and saw me.

"Hello... where are you off to?"

She glanced down at my groin. Then she saw where I was standing. She raised an amused eyebrow.

"Dr Rob, doing his rounds to make sure all his adoring patients are happy?"

"Um," I stammered, feeling a little awkward and defensive. "Jess texted Ellie and asked if I could... stop by."

"Oh. I see." Belinda came over to me and lightly pecked me on the cheek. Then she looked down at my cock again. "Well, I'm sure Jess will be delighted to see both of you."

She reached down, and for the second time in the space of a few minutes my cock found itself being squeezed affectionately -- and, once again, by a female who regarded it with a definitely proprietary air.

"Tell her she needs to be ready by eleven if she wants a lift into town. And don't wear her out."

"Me?" I was indignant. "I'm the one who seems to be on call twenty-fours a day!"

"You complaining?" Her tone was playful and mocking.

"No... just saying that... well, I'm not just a sexual plaything."

"No," agreed Belinda soothingly. "Of course you're not. Now go in there and ravish my daughter, if that's what she's decided she wants. I need to go and get her laundry sorted."

And with that she headed off down the stairs.

Feeling slightly aggrieved I pushed open Jess's door and went inside, closing it behind me.

"At last!"

"Sorry. Your mum said to tell you to be ready by eleven."

"Loads of time. It's only eight now."

Jess was sitting up in bed, the covers falling to her waist as she looked at me. She was a little bustier than her sister, with full, creamy breasts topped with dark pink nipples. As she saw me looking at her she smiled and pulled the covers back further, inviting me in.

I slid in next to her and put my arms around her. I kissed her and she kissed me back eagerly. Then she rolled onto her back and for the third time in ten minutes my cock found itself wrapped in a tight grip as she pulled me towards her.

"Please," she said simply. "I just need you so badly."

And, without any real foreplay or finesse, she manoeuvred me on top of her, positioned my cock at the tip of her entrance and I slid easily into her. She gasped and her arms went around me, holding me firmly.

"Oh god... that feels so good."

Now her mouth searched for mine again. We kissed, lying there quite still, our bodies locked together. Then, almost imperceptibly at first, I began to move my hips, withdrawing from her and then sliding back.

"Yes... fuck me now..."

I felt her spreading her legs wider to encourage me to go deeper. I followed her cue, increasing the rhythm of my strokes, relishing her wetness and her obvious arousal. I felt very tender and protective. Often I enjoyed sex as more of a game, with teasing and pretend power struggles and all the little nuances that can make it so wonderful. This was no less lovely, but I sensed Jess wanted something simple this first time between us. She wanted a man to take her and use her and love her, and that was what I resolved to provide.

So I fucked her like that for a few minutes, her lovely teen body spread beneath me. Then, when I felt the need for a change of pace and position, I carefully rolled us over so that she straddled me. I put my arms around her once again, pulling her chest close to mine.

"Can I fuck you a little harder, Jess? Can I come in you?"

"Yes... please... whatever you want...."

I began to slide in and out of her more aggressively, my hips thrusting upwards and driving me into her as my arms kept her pinned to me.

"Oh god... yes, fuck me hard..."

She started to climax a few moments after that, crying out into my neck as I felt her muscles tighten around me. I reached down and cupped her buttocks in my hands, pushing them down so I was grinding the base of my cock against her pubic bone.

"Oh fuck... Jesus fuck..."

I was close myself now. Normally I would have slowed down, wanting to prolong the enjoyment for both of us, reducing the tempo for a few minutes while she recovered and then starting again for an even more enjoyable and intense second round. But I trusted my instincts. Sometimes a woman is flattered when a man comes inside her relatively quickly, and, as long as she's already climaxed herself, that can be exactly what she needs -- reassurance and satisfaction bound up in one mutually agreeable speedy romp.

So I continued to drive into her, losing myself in her, allowing that delicately balanced wave of pleasure to crash down and wash through me.

"Jess... God, I'm coming..."

"Yes... come in me... fill me up... please..."

I felt her tighten around me again in a second, smaller orgasm as I shot my seed deep inside her. I gasped and jolted and released my grip on her, though she showed no inclination to move away. She remained nestled on my chest, my cock still embedded within her.

We lay like that for a few minutes, waiting for our breathing to return to normal. Then I reached up and stroked her cheek. She lifted her head and kissed me softly.

"That was perfect," she said.

"For me too, Jess."

She looked at me rather earnestly.

"I don't know if I'm going to do this a lot with you... not like Ellie and Mummy do... but it's lovely to think we can do it sometimes. And for it to be so... simple, and... straightforward. Without all the dating and worrying and all that. But still... really amazingly sexy. Do you know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean," I said. I was flattered and touched by her honesty.

She settled herself back down on my chest, clearly in no hurry to move. For that matter, neither was I.

We lay like that for about forty-five minutes, sometimes chatting, sometimes just in companionable silence, sometimes dozing for a few minutes. Then our physical awareness of each other began to build again, and my absentminded stroking of her body became more deliberate caresses. Her breathing began to change, and her mouth reached for mine.

"I'd like to suck you," she said. "I'd like to feel you get hard in my mouth."

"Be my guest," I said.

She looked a little hesitant. "You have to tell me what you like. I don't think... well, I'd like to be better at it. And when you're with a boy, you sort of have to pretend you know what you're doing. But I don't, not really. So - will you tell me what to do?"

I kissed her again. "Of course. Just bear in mind two things. Well, maybe three."

"OK." Her eyes were big and questioning.

"One... instinct is very important. Just do what feels sexy and right to you, and there's a good chance it'll feel sexy to him -- to me -- too."

She nodded.

"Secondly, there is nothing sexier to a man than a woman who really looks like she's enjoying herself, and not just doing it because it's expected."

It was her turn to kiss me, a long lingering kiss. "Not a problem," she said. "I honestly can't wait to get your cock in my mouth. Mine to play with, for as long as I want."

"Well, until eleven o'clock," I said, remembering Belinda's mock-stern admonishment. "But... that should be enough time, I hope."

"Mmhmm. And what's the last thing, Rob?"

"Everybody's a little different. So what makes me excited, might not work for everybody. But if you follow the first two rules, and adapt what you're doing as you feel the man responding... you'll be absolutely fine."

"OK," she said. Her hand was down between my legs, her fingers curled around me. "So... before I start... tell me one thing you like, and one thing you don't."

"Well... sometimes women can be very dainty with their blowjobs. But... I usually prefer something less subtle. Lots of energy and enthusiasm... like it's a hunger you can't really control. And as for something I don't like... well, I believe some men like their balls being licked, but I have to say I always find that a bit ticklish, which can be distracting."

"Got it," she said. "Hungry enthusiasm, ticklish balls. Let's see how I do, shall we?"

We kissed again. Then, just before she lowered herself down my body, I reached up and held her face in my hands.

"Oh -- and I think it's only fair that you do the same for me," I said. "After this, I'm going to go down on you, and I'll expect similar guidelines and feedback."

She giggled. "Mmm... a morning of sex school! I love it. Though -- if you do to me what you did last night on the sofa - I honestly can't think of anything better."

"Always room for improvement," I said, and lay back on the bed. A moment later I gasped as her hot mouth engulfed me. Perhaps, but at that precise moment I agreed with her -- I couldn't really think of anything that could be better.

**

Jess went back to college the following week, having delighted herself by learning that she could indeed take a man from protestations of exhaustion to intense orgasm in the space of less than half an hour. Belinda told me that she thought it was just what Jess had needed, an uncomplicated few hours with an attractive, considerate lover.

"Though you'll always be a bit of a bastard," she said, regarding me with that air of cool, knowing affection that I knew and loved. "And that's what makes you so perfect for us."

She also agreed with Jess's assessment that her younger daughter and I were unlikely to be a regular item. Jess liked me, liked me a lot, and it was certainly mutual. And the sexual attraction was certainly there. But our relationship was more playful and less deep rooted than what I enjoyed between her mother and her older sister.

"You'll always be friends," Belinda had said, lying across my chest after we had made love, a few days after Jess had left. "And you'll sometimes be lovers, when it suits her, and she needs somebody to cheer her up. But you're not her type, not really, not in the long run."

She lifted her head and peered up at me. "You're not offended by that, I hope."

"God no," I said. "I think I've got my hands full as it is. If that's the phrase I want."

She smiled. "Yes. You certainly have." She lay her head back on my chest.

There was a knock on the door. "Mum! Is there any shampoo in your bathroom? I've run out."

"Yes darling -- come and get it."

The door opened and Ellie came in. Naked, as always. She grinned when she saw us lying together, our bodies entwined beneath the sheets.

"My turn tomorrow," she said.

She disappeared into the bathroom. There was the sound of some rummaging, and then she reappeared, triumphantly clutching a bottle of shampoo.

"Thanks," she said. "I'll bring it back when I'm done."

With that she went out and closed the door behind her. I reflected, not for the first time, on the wonderful lack of jealousy between her and her mother. Was it to do with them being raised as nudists, I wondered? Did that instil a more sensible, down to earth approach to do with bodies and sexuality? Or was it thanks to Belinda, and her balanced, open, caring and totally honest style of parenting? Perhaps they went together, I thought. Perhaps one reinforced the other. And of course, before I'd been on the scene, the house had been under the influence of a very remarkable man whose spirit was still present in many ways.

**

The days passed and became weeks and then months. Belinda, Ellie and I continued our unconventional but highly satisfactory arrangement of mostly alternate nights together. Every few weeks I would drive up to the college to take Penny out for lunch and to catch up on her news in person, and sometimes Jess would join us too.

Penny was still involved with Sue, though it was clear to me that the relationship was an increasingly fraught one. Jess rolled her eyes slightly whenever her name came up, but she kept quiet, at least when Penny was there.

Once after a lunch together Jess asked me to drive her into town after we'd dropped Penny back. Then, to my surprise, she directed us out into the countryside, ordered me to stop at a layby, and promptly straddled me. This was obviously pre-planned, since she was wearing a skirt and, as it turned out, no underwear beneath it.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned, as she slid down onto me. "That is exactly what I needed."

She rode me furiously for a few minutes, using me quite blatantly and selfishly. I found this very arousing and erotic, this young, ripe teen body straining and sweating as she ground and slid and clenched and sighed until at last she cried out and collapsed on top of me.

Then, with an almost apologetic, sheepish grin, she clambered off me, knelt on the seat alongside, and took me in her mouth. My coaching -- and, I'm forced to admit, her natural ability and enthusiasm -- soon had the desired effect, and I shot a large, warm load of cum into her eager hot mouth.

A few minutes after that we were back on the road and she was tidying herself up, dabbing at her mouth with a tissue as she inspected herself in the mirror.

"Sorry," she said. "Was that really selfish of me?"

"Not at all," I said. "Unexpected, but lovely."

"I'm just being messed around by this boy at the moment. I really like him, and he really likes me, he says, he's just not sure he's ready to be 'exclusive'. Which means, he thinks he can get any girl he wants at the moment, so why should he settle for just one?"

"I see," I said, carefully.

"So I just thought -- well, if you want to have lots of hot sex with other people, I can do that too. And so -- I thought of you. And I suddenly felt really, really randy -- I mean, it wasn't just using you to get at him. I won't even tell him. It was just... oh, I don't know. This morning I woke up and I wanted to have a quick, lovely fuck, and I knew you were coming over so I thought... well, why not?"

"Well... I don't mind at all," I said. "Though I have to say I usually prefer it in a bed, to being in a car."

"Yeah. Me too. But... it was kind of sexy just jumping on you like that."

That was hard to disagree with, so I just nodded, and kept on driving. She reached over and took my spare hand, lifted it to her face, and kissed it. Then she dropped it down between her legs, holding me there for a while as we made our way back to the college grounds.

"Penny was a bit quiet today," I said.

"Yeah. Sue's such a bitch. That's going to finish soon, bet you anything you like. Hope so, anyway."

"What is it that Sue does that's so awful? I mean, you told me she's into power games and all that, but I just can't see Penny falling for much of that."

Jess was quiet for a while. "Well, Sue's very good at being all intimate and getting people to think you can tell her anything, though she never shares anything about herself, you know? And then when you've confided in her, told her stuff you thought you'd never tell anybody, then she starts to use it against you. Not blatantly. Just little hints that she drops into conversations. Stuff that makes you uncomfortable."

"How do you know all this?"

"Some of it's from Penny. Some of it's from this other girl I told you about, the one who used to go out with her. And some of it is just me watching them together. Listening to them. She's a total bitch, but she's obviously got something because half of Penny is bewitched by her and half of her is scared."

"Shit," I said, with real feeling. "But... I can't imagine anything that Penny would tell her that would make Sue feel she has power over her."

Jess glanced over at me, and I briefly returned the gaze. Jess looked both exasperated and amused in equal measure.

"Can't you?"

I shook my head.

Jess sighed.

"So - you know what it is?"

"I can guess, yeah."

"Do you think you can tell me? I just want... I don't want Penny getting hurt."

Jess shook her head reluctantly. "No... sorry. I just don't see how I can. Penny would kill me -- and it's really not for me to tell her secrets, is it?"

"No," I said. "I guess it's not." I was glad Penny had such good friends as Jess and Ellie. Ones who would protect her confidences. But I hated feeling that Penny was trapped, and that I couldn't help her.

I parked the car and Jess leaned over to kiss me goodbye. She smelt of sex.

"I think I might go and see that boy," she said slyly. "See if he wants to hang out. I love the idea of chatting to him while I have the taste of your cum in my mouth."

I laughed. "I suggest you go and have a long shower and then hit the books. A much better use of your time."

She looked at me mockingly, and kissed me again. "Yes, Daddy," she said, and then got out of the car and strode away. I watched her, amused and a little unsettled. Belinda still, very occasionally, called me 'Daddy' when we were in bed together and she wanted to shock me into orgasm. To hear it from Jess's mouth too was a little strange.

But I had other things to worry about. I looked at my watch. There was time to go back and see Penny again. Perhaps have a more one-to-one conversation than we'd been able to have while Jess had been with us.

I texted her, but there was no answer. I thought I'd try my luck anyway.

After making my way up the stairs I stopped outside Penny's room. I listened. I thought perhaps I could hear voices talking softly, but it might have been the TV or radio.

I hesitated, then knocked on the door.

**

When it opened it was Sue who stood there, wearing just a t-shirt that reached her thighs, but only just.

"Oh," she said. "The sexy uncle. Good timing. Come on in."

She held the door open wider, her eyes daring and mocking. I paused, not sure if it wouldn't be better to just leave. But something about Sue's manner annoyed me, and I still had enough of my youthful pig-headed stubbornness to want to rise to the challenge she seemed to be offering.

So I went in. Penny was on the bed, still wearing what she'd worn at lunch -- jeans and a checked man's shirt -- though her hair looked a little more dishevelled and her face was flushed.

"Hey," she said, a little nervously. "I thought you'd gone."

"No," I said. "I took Jess... into town. And then I thought I'd... come and say hi again. Check you were OK."

"That's sweet," said Sue. "I like how close you two are. I wish I had an uncle like you."

She ran her hand down my arm. Another challenge. I resisted the urge to pull my arm away.

"Penny's very special to me," I said.

"To me too," she said. "And, I have to tell you, she can make me come like a train.""Sue!" A wail of protest from Penny, who had gone a dark crimson.

Sue smirked at me. "Sorry. Just being honest. I thought you'd like to know what a talented niece you have."

I didn't say anything, just looked at her. She was mocking and unpleasant, standing just a few inches from me. Despite my recent escapade with Jess in the car, I was aroused by her, and she knew it. She ran her tongue around her lips and changed her stance, pushing her breasts forward so they almost touched my chest.

"Perhaps you'd like to watch sometime."

"I don't think so," I said.

"But you'll think about it," she said. "Next time you jerk off, or when you're fucking that nice housewife of yours... you'll be thinking about Penny's head between my legs, won't you?"

"I think you should go," I said.

She smiled. "Yes. I should. Places to go, people to see." She turned to look at Penny, who was still cowering in the bed. "You'll want your shirt back."

And with that Sue raised her arms and pulled the t-shirt off. She gave me a sly glance and then, completely naked, moved carelessly over to the chair where her own clothes had been discarded. Her body was heavier than I'd expected, fleshy and a little overweight, but she exuded a raw, earthy, sexual energy that was impossible to ignore or deny. It was an energy she was very aware of and clearly used quite indiscriminately, and for the first time I understood how Penny had fallen under her spell.

She stepped into her underwear, tugged it up, and then put on her bra. I exchanged a quick glance with Penny who could hardly meet my eyes. I felt furiously angry with this manipulative, mean girl -- but part of me also wanted to grab her, push her to the floor and take her, taming her with a brutal, hard, ruthless fucking.

That was what she wanted me to do, of course. Then I would have been surrendering to her too.

So, instead, somehow, I just watched her as she took her time getting dressed. Finally she tied her back into a simple ponytail and looked at me one last time.

"Offer's open any time," she said. "And if you wanted to move up from watching... we wouldn't mind at all if you wanted to make it a proper threesome, would we, Pen-Pen?"

"Just go, Sue! For God's sake!" Penny was near tears.

Sue leaned forward and did a loud stage-whisper in my ear. "She thinks about you fucking her. Isn't that naughty?"

"Sue! You promised!" Another wail from Penny.

Sue just smiled, still looking at me. "I won't tell anyone if you won't," she said. "But think about it, won't you?"

And with that she opened the door and left.

Penny's tears really began then, loud, heartfelt sobs that broke my heart. I crossed the room quickly and gathered her in my arms, holding her as she buried her face in my chest. We stayed like that for a while and then, seeing that this was going to be a long, painful afternoon, I kicked off my shoes and gently lowered her onto the bed, lying beside her and still holding her close.

After about fifteen minutes the tears subsided and her breathing settled. I waited for the right moment to begin speaking, knowing that this was something we needed to discuss and resolve. But, try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to find the words. And when I looked down at her five minutes later, she was asleep.

**

I lay there for a while, listening to her breathe. Her head was heavy on my arm but I didn't want to wake her. After a while I must have fallen into a doze too, waking with a start when her phone buzzed with a message. I could see from her clock on the wall several hours had passed.

Her breathing slowly changed and I sensed her coming awake. I stroked her hair gently with my spare hand.

"Are you disgusted with me?" Her voice was quiet with a slight tremor.

"Of course not. I could never be."

"Are you sure?"

"Completely."

I thought I felt her body relax slightly. There was a silence for a while.

"What Sue said... I didn't think she'd ever tell you. It was just... a crazy idea I had."

"It's OK," I said. "But if you ask me, somebody who can't keep your secrets... I'm not sure they're worth very much."

"No," she said. "I know that now. It's over. I don't care what she tells people. As long as you don't mind."

"Why would I mind?" I said. "I'm very flattered, even if it's just something you made up."

She hesitated. "It wasn't... completely made up. I mean... sometimes I wish we weren't related."

She turned her head so she could look up at me shyly.

"Do you ever think that? I mean -- I know you've got Belinda and Ellie, and even Jess now and again, so it's not like you need anybody else, but... I do feel a bit jealous sometimes."

I didn't answer. I was trying to think if honesty was the best policy in this situation.

"You don't think about me like that, do you? I'm just your niece, who you got lumbered with and now you do your best to be a good uncle... but that's all." Her voice was a little bitter.

I opened my mouth to speak, closed it again.

"Fuck, will you just say something at least!" Shades of the old, blunt-speaking Penny. I was glad to see her, though it added a little to the pressure.

"I do," I said.

"You do... what?"

"I think of you that way. Not always... but sometimes."

Her eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance. "You're just saying that."

"No -- I probably shouldn't be saying it. But... I always want to try and tell you the truth Penny, and the truth is, yes, sometimes I.... think of you... sexually... and I know..."

Her mouth found mine. For a fraction of second I thought of pushing her away, still horribly aware of the line we were about to cross. And although I could justify it to myself that I didn't want to upset her by rejecting her, the truth was I wanted her. Very badly indeed.

We kissed for a while like horny teenagers, unable to get enough of each other's mouths. Our bodies writhed against each other, and my erection was almost instant and painful. She felt it through her jeans and rubbed herself quite blatantly against me. Then she rolled me onto my back and straddled me, breaking our kiss just long enough to yank off her shirt and then pushed her naked chest down against me.

I made one final attempt to stop this landslide.

"Penny... you're sure?"

There was no hesitation. Her reply was almost furious.

"Fuck yes. Now please Jesus, can we get the rest of our fucking clothes off?"

Thirty seconds later we were naked and kissing again. I was wonderfully aware of that lovely body clinging to me, so eager and available. The taboo nature of what we were about to do, the line we were about to cross -- had already crossed -- only added to the excitement I felt. And mixed in with that was a genuine love and tenderness for this girl, who'd been through so much in her relatively short life. I wanted to be as good for her as I could be.

"I'm going to suck you," she said. "Fuck - I'm going to suck my uncle's cock."

Her eyes gleamed as she said those words, and I knew that, like me, her arousal was heightened by the thought of entering a new forbidden world. Perhaps Sue had planted those seeds, daring her to think of encounters and situations, each one a little more extreme than the last. I thought of Belinda telling me about the time in the restaurant, when her daughters had sipped from her glass and had possibly tasted their father's sperm on the rim of it. How turned on she'd been, and how that had excitement had infected me too. How I came so hard when she whispered "daddy" to me...

"What are you thinking?" Penny was staring at me, her head hovering just above my groin. "Please don't tell me you're changing your mind."

I looked at her. Then I slowly reached down and pushed her head downwards.

"Suck your uncle's cock," I said. "There's a good girl. Then your uncle is going to lick your pretty pussy until you come. And then, your uncle's going to fuck you."

She moaned, and took me in her mouth. It was like an electric shock passing between us, and for a terrible moment I thought I might come immediately. If she'd done even a little more, I think I would have. But, somehow, she knew to pause, to give me a moment, and I recovered my self-control. Then, my hand still on her head, I began to twitch my hips so that I was fucking her mouth. She kept her head steady, her breathing ragged, and I saw that one of her hands was between her legs, rubbing vigorously.

With that shared instinct that always seems to be present when you're having intense sex with a person you care about, after a few minutes we detached ourselves and she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. We kissed again. Then, with a sly smile, it was her turn to push my head downwards. On the way I suckled first one breast, then the other.

"My uncle... is sucking my tits." A faint murmur.

Lower, my tongue snaking over her flat stomach. The smell of her strong now. My hands on her hips, relishing the smoothness of her perfect skin. And then the first taste of her, a delicate flick of my tongue along her shaved slit. Feeling her body jolt.

"Fuck yes."

And then almost losing control, wanting to consume her. It was as if I couldn't get enough of her. My tongue and mouth were all over her, up and down that entrance, down to her perineum and up again, over and around her clit, kissing her inner thighs.

"I'm so fucking wet."

All the while the need to be inside her was building. But the anticipation of it was almost as good. Knowing that within a few seconds, or a few minutes, I would be deep inside my niece was intoxicating.

Penny was slightly more impatient.

"Now," she said, simply, but in a tone that brooked no argument. "Now!"

She came the moment I slipped inside her, a heartfelt cry that must have echoed down the corridor and generated more than a few feelings of envy from her fellow students. Her arms were wrapped around me as we rocked back and forth, that simple, basic, unsophisticated motion that is sometimes all you need.

"My uncle's cock... my fucking uncle's cock... so fucking good..."

She was tight and wet and perfect. I felt massive inside her, my erection swollen beyond its usual size. My body knew the boundaries we were crossing, and thoroughly approved.

"Fuck me. Really fuck me hard." A whispered plea in my ear.

I slowed right down, forcing myself to just use the slowest, gentlest strokes as I slipped back and forth. She groaned in frustration, and I smiled at her.

"No! Hard!"

I kissed her gently, teasing her.

"But you're my little baby niece... I have to treat you gently."

"Fuck you!"

Her eyes blazed and her nails raked my back.

"Naughty, naughty," I reprimanded her. "That's no way to get what you want."

For good measure she dug her nails in again. This time it really hurt, and I decided my game had probably gone as far as I dared take it.

"You want your uncle to fuck you?"

"Yesss!" An angry hiss.

"You want your uncle to fuck your little cunt really hard?"

"Yes goddamit! Fuck me!"

I pinned her arms with my hands. Then I fucked her as ruthlessly as I knew how. Almost oblivious of her as a person, just using her entirely as a vehicle for my own greedy gratification. After about two minutes I felt another orgasm ripple through her, but I barely broke my rhythm. I pounded her even harder, if that was possible, and that orgasm deepened for her, becoming a series of waves that swept over her repeatedly.

I felt my own climax potentially nearing. But it had only been a few hours since I had unloaded into Jess's mouth, and now I wasn't sure I would be able to come again so quickly. I hated the idea of not being able to match my wonderful, perfect niece and reassure her that she pleased me as much as I seemingly pleased her.

Then I thought of Belinda watching us. Of Jess. Of Ellie. All three of them, standing, naked as always, watching us.

"Fuck her, Daddy."

"Yes, fuck her, Daddy."

"Fill up your niece's cunt, Daddy."

I cried out as I came. Penny's arms went around me and she held me close, murmuring soothingly into my ear.

"Yes... thank you... give it all to me."

A few minutes later, when both of us were able to focus and indeed, to speak, she rolled me onto my back and snuggled herself onto my chest.

"God," she said. "You're such a bastard, like they all said."

"Sorry," I said.

She kissed me. "Don't be."

We lay like that for a while. I stroked her back and shoulders, feeling enormously content and at peace.

"I love you, Penny," I said.

"I love you too," she said. "Now sleep, for a while."

**

All the way home that evening I wondered how I would tell Ellie and Belinda. Would this be perceived as a step too far? They were happy to share me between themselves, and I knew they loved Penny almost as one of the family -- but even for us, this was new, unknown territory.

So, I fretted a little as I drove, envisaging different scenarios. Should I tell them together? Separately? Who was more likely to take it badly? I thought Belinda would probably be OK about it, if a little scolding. But my lovely Ellie, who I knew loved me deeply, would perhaps be a little more upset.

I pulled up outside the house and sat there for a minute, hoping for inspiration. None came, of course. I sighed, got out, and went inside.

Out of long habit I began to remove my clothes once I was inside the door. I could hear the sound of the television from the other room, and once I was naked I tentatively wandered through.

Ellie was lying on the sofa, watching a re-run of an old sitcom.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," she said, and raised her head for me to kiss her. "Mum's running you a bath."

"She is?"

"Yeah, Penny texted us to say you were on your way and would be back around now. We like to keep tabs on you, you know." This was said with a quick, mischievous glance.

"Ah, OK. That's... good."

We watched the television in silence for a few moments.

"Did... Penny say anything else?"

Ellie didn't move her eyes from the television. "Nope."

"Oh... OK then. I'd... better go and have my bath. While it's hot."

"Uh-uh. OK, darling." My heart always melted a little when she called me that, and I felt even guiltier.

I got up to go, kissing her once more on the top of her head.

"Oh... sorry, forgot. She did say... what was it? Oh yeah - that you'd fucked twice and she'd come so many times she'd lost count, and your tongue is fucking amazing. So I guess... no fun for me or Mum tonight."

"Ah.... she... told you that?"

"Uh uh." She looked up at me, and there was amusement in her eyes. "Go on. Bath time. I'll put some cream on your back later, if you want. Penny said it was a bit scratched."

"Right," I said, a little feebly. "See you in a minute."

Upstairs there was indeed a steaming hot bath. It was a large bath, which was convenient because Belinda was lying in it waiting for me.

"Hey lover boy," she said as I came in. "Who's a naughty uncle?"

"Do you girls tell each other absolutely everything?"

"I hope so. Don't you think life is easier that way?"

I reflected, then nodded. "I just wondered if... this was maybe... crossing a line."

She shook her head and smiled, and leant forward so I could slip into the water behind her. Then she sighed with contentment and leaned back against me. I put my soapy arms around her and caressed her breasts with my fingers, something I knew she liked.

"So... you really have no problem with Penny and I... having sex sometimes?"

"Of course not. You love each other, she's a beautiful girl, and, although I'd hate to see you get a swollen head, you're an attractive man who's a wonderful lover. It would be selfish to keep you to ourselves when Penny's effectively part of the family."

"But... that's just it. She is... part of my family. Actual family."

"You think you're the first man to ever have sex with his niece?"

"No... I'm sure I'm not. But... it's not usual, is it?"

"I've no idea," she said. "The older I get, the more convinced I am that what we say is 'usual' in public is quite different from what we consider 'usual' in private. After all -- neither Charles nor I grew up in conventional households, and we never aspired to have one when we got married."

I let that sink in for a moment. She had never really spoken much before of her own upbringing.

"In what way... was your household unconventional?"

She didn't speak for a moment. My fingers were still stroking her and I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch.

"I don't want to shock you," she said.

"I've just spent the afternoon in bed with my sister's daughter," I said, quietly. "And you did say this is a house where you try and avoid secrets."

She took one of my hands and moved it from her breasts to down between her legs, encouraging me to stroke and explore her there. She made a small noise of contentment as I began my intimate massage.

"My first man," she said quietly, "was my Daddy. I loved him so much, and he loved me, and we would lie in the bath sometimes like this. We did other things too, in bed, but I think the first time was in the bath."

Despite everything, this still shocked me a little. "Did he force you?"

"No!" Emphatic and a little surprised. "Completely consensual, I was old enough, and I didn't -- don't -- regret it for a moment."

I absorbed this for a moment. "And... Charles?"

"He was close to his mother and his sister. His father was too -- with his sister, I mean. When I met Charles, it was like a secret language between us. We knew... we just knew that we had enjoyed the same kind of special closeness with our families."

Without realising it, my fingers had increased their pressure and speed. Even through the bath water I could feel how wet and slippery she was becoming.

"And... did you... did you think when they were older... Charles would have... with your girls?"

"Yes," she said. "If they'd wanted it, and I think they would have -- I know they would have - then yes."

She sighed and stretched herself out, allowing me easier access to her. I made my fingers work harder, familiar now with what she liked. My other hand was still on her left breast, and I flicked the hardened nipple. She gasped.

"Does it turn you on... knowing this about me?"

I realised that it did. Without even realising it my cock had swollen in the last few moments.

"Yes. It does."

I felt her body relax and her breathing quicken again.

"Make me come with your fingers, Daddy," she whispered. "Make me come."

**

And so, somehow, my circle of wonderful women had expanded further. Every few weeks I would drive up to see Penny and we would have lunch and chat. Then, we'd return to her room and spend the afternoon in bed. Now and again, if Penny was indisposed or feeling generous and Jess had sent a request, I would end up in Jess's bed instead. And during the week, I was of course still cheerfully keeping Belinda and Ellie satisfied.

It probably sounds exhausting. Now and again I did wish I was ten years younger. But mostly it was just glorious. It was straight-forward, loving, affectionate, good-humoured and deeply erotic. I can't pretend I deserved my good fortune. But I never ceased to be grateful for it.

My only slight concern was that I was being selfish where the girls were concerned. Now and again I would think that they should be finding partners closer to their own age.

Belinda told me not to worry. "If that's meant to happen, it will. These things have a way of working themselves out. For the time being, just enjoy it."

So I did. And she was quite right, eventually it did happen. But that too was not quite in the way I expected.

**

Penny had broken up with Sue, of course. She said that, like most things you dread, the reality of it had not been anything like as bad as she'd feared. Sue had been spiteful, then apologetic, then tearful when Penny had told her it was all over. But she held firm, and that was now all water under the bridge. She said Sue had tried to start a few spiteful rumours about her, but rather half-heartedly.