“Do you realise there has been no one else since last Christmas? Occasionally I see our grandmother, but overall, you have been the only one.”
She stared at me, puzzled, not sure what I was trying to say and gave me one of her shy smiles.
“You are becoming quite special to me, Gemma!”
It took her a minute to absorb what I had said before she flung herself at me, our lips coming together as we kissed. There was no denying it; presently, I was infatuated with her. It was only later, when I had the time to think, that I realised I had maybe said the wrong thing. That is what my feelings were I knew — infatuation — not love!
I’m still not sure how we managed it, but Gemma and I spent every moment we could together; we made love regularly, even if at times it meant taking risks.
Debbie arrived home one evening while Gemma and I were sitting in my bedroom. She looked pleased with herself and seemed eager to tell us something.
“I know you both haven’t seen much of me lately, but I’ve found someone; I know it may come as a surprise.”
She stopped, staring at the grins plastered across our faces. Together, we just blurted it out.
“It’s another woman — we know!” Our sister was stunned.
“How did you find out?”
As one, we grabbed our phones, holding them out to her as we replayed the footage.
“You are both bastards! You’ve known all this time and never said anything.”
She wasn’t mad at us; she was just pleased that she had someone to tell about it. Gemma had nipped to get us all a drink while I asked Debbie the woman’s name.
“She’s called Francis. I know she’s older than me, but I love being with her.”
I was pleased for my sister; it was about time that she found someone she cared about.
“She looks very attractive,” I laughed, “and don’t forget, I’ve seen all of her, but I’d better not let Gemma hear me say that.”
Debbie looked at me quizzically. “Why is that? Surely, she can’t say anything if you find another woman attractive.”
I smiled wistfully. “I think Gemma is in love with me!”
Debbie looked amazed as she stuttered, “She can’t be. How do you feel? Oh my god, you’re not in love with her, are you?”
“No! I love spending time with her, and I love having sex as much as I do with you. But that is it.”
“I knew it was going to happen; it was obvious how she felt about you. What are you going to do?” she asked.
Before I could say anything, Gemma re-entered the room, aware that the conversation had suddenly ceased.
“What?” Her eyes flitted from one of us to the other.
It was Debbie who saved the day. “Alister was just telling me about the fun you two have been having.” There was a smirk plastered across her face. “You need to be very careful; you know.”
Before she left the room, she gave me a look that urged caution. “There may be occasions when I need to borrow him, Gemma,” she added mischievously, laughing out loud.
The year continued as it drew to a close, with Debbie not yet ready to introduce her girlfriend to everyone. Perhaps she was waiting for the right moment. Gemma and I continued as we had, and presently, life seemed so perfect. Little did I know that there would be more twists and turns in the future.
A Surprise Meeting
In mid-November, my mother received a call from Gran. Her group of friends were planning a festive trip away, and she was going with them. They had booked a hotel for Christmas and New Year, and on Boxing Day, they were going to see a show and then intended to do some shopping in the sales. Gran said she would be back in January, and we were not to worry about her.
I’d arrived back one evening, cold, wet, and miserable; the bus had been late, and the roads were busy, which meant it was thirty minutes later than normal when I got home. As I entered, I found my mom and Sandra deep in conversation, my stomach lurching and suddenly full of butterflies.
I just caught the tail-end of mom’s comment, “I’m going to phone your grandmother” getting up and heading for the telephone.
My pulse was racing as I entered the room — had Sandra suddenly changed her mind and told our mother what she had witnessed?
Appearing as nonchalantly as I could, I asked, “Hi Sandra, what’s wrong?” I could tell by the look on her face that something was amiss.
“James has been cheating on me,” she managed before bursting into tears.
Sitting close, I wrapped my arms around her as she cried into my shoulder. I felt sorry for her and relieved for myself.
Our mother quickly returned. “Gran says it is okay. You can stay at her house for the moment.”
Originally, the twins had shared a room — I had my bedroom and mom had hers. The fourth bedroom belonged to Sandra, but bit by bit, after she had moved out, Gemma had taken the room and made it her own. When Sandra infrequently returned, the twins would bunk up together for a couple of nights until she left again. This time, though, it looked like it may be more than a few nights, and I was certain the twins wouldn’t wash that.
“You stay here, and I’ll go to Grans,” I blurted.
Even though Sandra and mom thought I was being helpful, I must admit to having an ulterior motive; we could spend the night in gran’s bed fucking.
“Bloody hell,” the thoughts kept coming. I could spend all evening fucking her, plus while she was away for Christmas, it meant that Gemma and I could spend several nights together.
“You use my room, Sandra; that way it won’t cause any arguments with Debbie and Gemma having to share again.”
“Are you sure?” she asked as I nodded my head and received a kiss on my cheek.
And so, it was decided. After tea, I would pack some clothes and go stay with my grandmother.
The only one not entirely delighted was Gemma. “I’m going to miss you,” she confided sadly.
That was until I pointed out that Gran normally went to the club every Saturday evening and played ‘Bridge’ with friends every Wednesday; plus, she was going to be away all over Christmas.
“I don’t want her wearing you out; you have to save plenty for me,” she whispered excitedly.
Gran was surprised when I arrived; she had been expecting Sandra but instead got me. That’s not to say she wasn’t delighted, especially when my hand went between her legs and started massaging her fanny.
“Last one upstairs and in bed gets to give a blowjob or eat pussy,” I told her and grinned, already beginning to pull my clothes off.
As usual, she cheated. I’d omitted to say ‘undressed’ and had forgotten that she was a large lady. She got to the stairs ahead of me, blocking my way as she took the stairs two at a time. Barging into her bedroom, she threw herself onto the bed and pulled the covers over her, still fully dressed.
“I’ll take my prize,” she giggled, throwing back the covers as she hoisted her skirt and divested herself of her knickers.
Opening her legs wide and raising her knees, she offered me her pink, moist fanny, her labia already opening expectantly. Diving between her thighs, my tongue probed her damp interior as her hips swayed with pleasure. She had taught me well over the preceding months; I knew exactly what she liked, and my tongue soon had her about to climax.
Divesting ourselves of what clothes remained, I spread her thighs once more, only this time it was my cock that went to work. After several minutes of ramming, it into her cunt I withdrew, asking her to turn over and kneel on all fours. Her juices already coated my shaft and had run between the cheeks of her arse and so it was easy to position myself and ease my prick up her rectum.
She roared with delight as I sodomised her, my hand reaching between her legs as I fingered her sodden twat at the same time. I waited until the last second, both of us approaching our climaxes, before whipping it out of her arse, shoving it back into her cunt, and fucking her for all I was worth. My hips shuddered as I ejaculated, several spurts of hot spunk hitting the back of her love passage as she shrieked ecstatically and orgasmed.
The run-up to Christmas began to follow a familiar pattern. We would fuck some evenings; others, we would spend the night together. Wednesday and Saturday could be taxing as I serviced both Gran and Gemma, occasionally wondering what it might be like to have them both in the same bed.
I helped Gran pack her suitcases, and then Christmas Eve arrived, and I was waving her goodbye as she departed with her friends. I was going home for Christmas, just returning each night to my grandmother’s house to sleep, hopefully with Gemma in tow.
A couple of hours had passed, and I was just making sure the house was tidy and looking forward to the next day when I heard the sound of a key in the lock. I thought she had forgotten something and had hurriedly returned, as I called out,
“Hi Gran, what have you missed?”
As it turned out, it wasn’t her. I was surprised to see Sandra enter the lounge.
“Sorry,” she said, “I just needed to escape for a while.”
I had to laugh. “Mum? Debbie? Gemma? They can drive you mad sometimes; I know the feeling,” I told her as I went and put the kettle on.
Sandra removed her coat and sat on the couch; her bump was quite prominent now that she was about six months gone. The other thing I noticed was that her pregnancy had made a considerable difference in the size of her breasts.
Carrying the drinks in, I put one on the small table next to her and sat in the armchair opposite. We chatted about nothing really; she was just grateful for the peace and quiet.
“I’ve never mentioned it because I didn’t want to upset you, but what happened with you and James?” I asked.
She looked upset for a moment. “We got to arguing. It was hurtful. He said that he wasn’t into fat women and had found someone prettier.”
I noticed the tears that slowly traced a pattern down her cheek as she told me.
Putting my cup down, I went and sat next to her, my arm going around her shoulders.
“He’s a prick, Sandra; you’re not fat; you are pregnant, for God’s sake, and you must be one of the most attractive women in the village. I can go and punch his lights out if you like.” My indignation made her laugh.
“Do you really think I’m attractive?” she asked.
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