“What’s going on, Alister? Are you in some kind of trouble?”
I explained what had happened, much to their delight. Gemma took it well, reasoning that at least I was keeping it in the family. Debbie, on the other hand, was consumed by fits of laughter.
“We need to be careful,” I told them. “Just because Sandra has not turned up here does not mean she won’t speak to mom when she is out and about. Gran and I have decided to wait a while, and I think we should do the same until the dust settles.”
For the next month and a half, I went without. Debbie seemed unperturbed, but I knew Gemma was missing out on our liaisons. I spoke to Gran several times; she also was missing the sex but thought it prudent enough to stop for the moment.
“If anything is said, it was just a one-off and my fault,” she told me, “Basically, just lie through your teeth,” she chuckled.
The Confrontation
When it finally happened, it was a bit of an anti-climax. I had finished work and was waiting in town for my bus home when I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find Sandra standing behind me.
“I think it’s about time we spoke,” she said. “Come back to the flat and I’ll get you a taxi later.”
We walked in silence back to her home; James, her boyfriend, would not be back until later, and we had plenty to discuss.
Sitting in her flat I was nervous, remembering what gran had said, and deciding to lie through my teeth if necessary.
“What happened, Alister? How could you ever think that ending up in bed with our grandmother was acceptable?”
Now, I’m not my grandmother, maybe at this point the best course of action was to show a little humility and not take a stance and go on the attack.
“I don’t know, Sis; it just happened. We had been out and had a couple of drinks. When we got back, she opened a bottle of wine, and we drank that as well. Maybe Gran was feeling sorry for herself; you realise it’s been a while since gramps passed away, and I suppose one thing just led to another.”
As I finished, I cast my eyes downward, trying to look somewhat embarrassed.
Sandra had said nothing, but I caught an imperceptible nod of her head every so often.
“So that’s been the only occasion?” She asked.
Nodding my head, I certainly wasn’t about to divulge that I had been shagging our grandmother since Christmas. Or that to make matters worse, I was also fucking my twin sisters. That would have been like throwing a cat in among the pigeons.
She made me promise that it would not happen again, and I did so willingly, knowing that at the first opportunity, my cock would be back up gran’s flue. Satisfied, that she had made her point; just like most women, my sister was curious. What had it been like? Did it not feel funny to have sex with a member of my own family? Was Gran not a bit old for me? Did it not feel disgusting?
“I think you’re trying to read too much into what happened, Sandra,” I told her. “At the end of the day, it was just sex. We are not talking about love and relationships, or children and weddings. It was purely a sexual act between her and me.
“Her age did not concern me; it was purely a physical thing.” I continued. “If I fancy you and you feel the same, then does it matter if we are related? It’s just a way of satisfying urges, and so long as we take precautions, who have we hurt?”
There was little more I could say, happy that she seemed to be content with my promises and relieved that nothing would be said to my mother. She had called me a cab, and as we waited, she dropped her bombshell.
“It’s why I went to Gran’s, to tell her that I’m pregnant.”
I was cautious, was this good, or unwelcome news? Her relationship with James was at times a little tempestuous; for months, everything would run smoothly, and then suddenly they’d have a bust-up, and she would be back home.
“Is it what you want?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “I think so.”
I wasn’t convinced and would have expected a more definitive answer.
“Then I’m pleased for you,” I lied.
Getting to my feet, I hugged her and kissed the top of her head; she may be my big sister, but nowadays I am taller than she is by several inches.
The taxi arrived, and I said goodnight, looking forward to getting home. One disaster had been averted; summer was coming, and there were things I wanted to try with both Gran and the twins in the wide-open countryside that surrounded our village.
This Summer was not as intense as the previous one, but there were still spells when the weather was perfect.
We all worked; my mother in an office as a legal secretary, earning a decent amount and Sandra was a hairdresser, but her wage mainly went on the rent and upkeep of the flat.
I worked for an engineering firm on the other side of town; my apprenticeship had just finished, and slowly my wages were beginning to improve. One of the twins was employed as a travel agent, while the other worked in a boutique. We all contributed to the bills and upkeep at home, although mom paid for the bulk of things.
School life had been great, with long summer holidays every year, but now, unless we booked time off, long summer days were spent grafting. There were still evenings and weekends, and I was determined to make the most of those with my sisters.
It was a Wednesday evening; Debbie was already out, and mom was relaxing in front of the TV after our evening meal. As she passed me, I whispered to Gemma, asking if she fancied going for a walk. She could tell from the look on my face what the walk would entail and immediately agreed.
Together, we cut through the back alleyways, soon finding ourselves out in the open fields as we headed to the spot I had in mind. There was a small clump of trees at the end of one of the fields, which would afford us some privacy, and it was there that I was leading my sister.
We had followed the hedgerow, but as we drew closer, I was sure I could hear voices coming from the other side of the trees where, I knew there was a large, secluded hollow. I whispered to Gemma to stay silent as we edged closer, lowering ourselves into a prone position, where we could discreetly see into the hollow without being seen.
Peering down the bank, we immediately withdrew to cover as we exchanged glances. There were two women below, one of whom was our sister Debbie, instantly recognisable with her russet-coloured hair. Crawling forward once more, we peered down at them.
Neither I nor Gemma knew who the other woman was. I was guessing that she was older than Debbie, probably in her late twenties to early thirties. What I did know, but thought it best not to mention, was that she had a great pair of tits. Her hands and arms were raised above her head; her top was pushed up to reveal her naked tits which our sister was currently mauling while she rained kisses over the erect nipples. The woman was moaning quite loudly, and it was this that had attracted our attention.
We scuttled back momentarily, grins plastered across our faces.
“Do we stay, or do we go?” I asked, knowing immediately from the look on Gemma’s face that we were going to stay. We shuffled forward once more, phone cameras poised to capture what was happening below us.
When we returned, the older female’s top was off, and her skirt had been pushed up to her waist. Debbie’s hand was now between the woman’s legs as she rubbed at her fanny, eliciting even louder moans of pleasure. My cock was rigid and throbbing as I ground it into the soft earth beneath me. This woman, whoever she was, had my full attention, and I knew that if given the chance, I would have been down the slope and fucking her in an instant.
Both of us were riveted to the spot as we watched them undress before Debbie turned turtle as their heads disappeared between each other’s thighs and their mouths went to work. fingers delving into fanny’s as they brought each other to a resounding climax. Twisting around once more, they scissored each other, grinding their cunts together. The woman then produced what looked like a double-ended dildo which was slid into both quims as they squirmed and roared their releases.
We left them to it as we eased ourselves backwards until we could stand and exit. Gemma’s face was a picture, full of lust and desire. Moving sideways, we crossed another field into a meadow, flopping down into the long grass and flowers.
Replaying the footage increased our arousal, and it was not long before we were naked, the sun still high in the sky, warming our bodies. I dragged Gemma on top of me as I cupped and squeezed her breasts, my fingers bringing her nipples erect. She slid her fanny along my already-throbbing cock before raising her torso, fumbling between her thighs as she inserted the tip of my shaft into her cunt.
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