Greenfields

I thought things were going well for Claire and Marcus. That was until I noticed Claire was a little moody one day, I asked her what was wrong.

“Marcus dumped me, his loss not mine.”

It took me a while to notice, but after Marcus dumped Claire she started to dress differently during the day. Her jeans were tighter and her tops showed off more cleavage, being her brother I didn’t say anything. Claire and I had always got along well so there was no change in her attitude towards me. Most evenings we sat and talked or watched TV, Claire usually cuddled against me. Many times I thought of accidentally letting my hand rest on her tit or her backside. Not wanting to spoil our relationship, I never did anything. I couldn’t afford to lose Claire, she was all I had left

The turning point was one Saturday night as we relaxed watching the TV. As usual Claire sat close by me on the sofa. I lost interest in the movie we were watching and started to doze off to sleep, I woke to find Claire’s hand on my crotch. She stroked my cock through my trousers. I closed my eyes again and tried to think of anything other than Claire touching me, it didn’t work. I was enjoying it even though I knew it was wrong. I felt Claire move away from me, I assumed she was going to the bathroom or going to bed. Then I felt her lips kiss me, my eyes opened suddenly. We both stared then I returned the kiss, so much for my resolve.

We were making out like lovers, Claire repeatedly caressed my cock through my trousers. I groped at her breast as we continued to kiss.

“Take me to bed Richie!” Claire panted as I pinched her nipple.

Instead of saying no I stood up and led Claire to my bedroom, we collapsed on the bed kissing and tearing at the others clothing. I looked at my sister in her matching bra and panties, she looked beautiful. Claire removed her underwear as I stripped off the rest of my clothes, she smiled as she gently grasped my hard cock. I nearly blew my load when she lowered her mouth onto my cock, I watched as her head slowly bobbed up and down.

“Claire I’m almost there” I gasped. Claire never flinched and swallowed every drop of my cum.

When Claire lay back on the bed I dived between her legs and ate her to a massive orgasm, I was pleased with myself, given my limited experience with women. She groaned and thrust her crotch into my face. Before she had a chance to recover I slid my cock inside her soaking wet pussy. I came three times to Claire’s five, at the end of our sex session we cuddled and fell asleep.

After that Claire slept in my bed every night. Sometimes we made love, other times we cuddled and fell asleep. During the day we behaved as we always had done, inside the cottage we were like any other couple in love.

Sexually Claire was a lot more adventurous than I was, we tried sex in many different positions. Claire’s favourite position was doggy style, she always had stronger and louder orgasms if we did it that way. We started having sex all over the place. One morning i was fucking Claire as she stood at the kitchen sink, as we both came I saw Ron through the window. We burst out laughing as we adjusted our clothing.

“I didn’t realise it was that late. You had better get out there Richie, before Ron comes looking for you.”

Claire was right, I was usually in the yard when Ron and Mary arrived for work. When I went to greet them, Mary gave me a sly smile. Ron and I discussed the work for the day, Claire joined Mary in the shop. I have no idea if Mary or Ron suspected that anything was going on between us, if they did neither of them mentioned it.

A few months later Claire woke one morning feeling unwell, she dashed to the bathroom and threw up. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Claire to return, she tried to force a smile as she approached me.

“Richie, I think I might be pregnant!”

“No kidding.” I smiled. “I’m not the brightest bloke around but even I figured that one out.”

“What are we going to do?” Claire asked as she burst into tears.

I stood up and comforted Claire. “We’ll manage Claire. You go back to bed, I’ll tell Mary you are unwell and staying in bed.”

“Okay.” Claire looked as if she was going to throw up again. I got dressed and went to start my day.

I tried to keep my mind on my work instead of Claire, apparently I didn’t do a good job. Mary approached me at lunchtime, I assume Ron had spoken to her.

“Richie, is there something wrong? You seem awfully distracted.” Mary had a look of concern on her face. Both her and Ron had been a source of advice for Claire and myself since Dad passed away.

“I have a few things on my mind at the moment, Mary. I’ll be okay.”

“Is everything okay? Is it Claire?” Mary asked. The look on my face must have given me away. “Come on, let’s go inside.” Mary signalled to Ron she would be in the cottage.

Claire was eating some toast when Mary and I entered the kitchen. I made some coffee for us all.

Mary sat down and looked at both of us. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“I’m pregnant, at least I think I am. My period is late and I have been throwing up all morning.”

Mary reached out and took Claire’s hand. “I assume Richie is the father?” Claire nodded.

“Mary, we know it’s wrong, please don’t condemn us for falling in love.” I begged, knowing we would need help and support.

“Sit down, Richie.” Mary shuffled in her seat. “I’m not going to condemn you for being in love. There is something you need to know. You’re Dad wasn’t just my employer he was my cousin. When Ron and I travelled down here from the north, he gave us work. That in itself doesn’t sound like a big deal, it is when you know that Ron is my brother!”

“Your brother. You mean that you are our aunt and uncle?” I asked.

“Yes. When we were kids our father was incapable of holding down a job, as such we moved around a lot. Just as we got settled into a new area and school, we had to move again. From a young age we only really had each other as a friend, that grew into love as we got older. That was why we moved away, we couldn’t have lived as a couple where we were, too many people knew us.” Both Claire and I sat flabbergasted at Mary’s revelation.

“So you see, Ron and I are not going to criticise you for being in love. The big difference is you are having a child. Back when Ron and I got together there were so many stories about siblings having children with health issues, we decided not to have kids. Obviously now it is widely known that the risks are considerably lower. There would more than likely be problems if your children decided to have kids.”

“I can’t believe that we are related. Dad never mentioned it.” Claire still looked stunned by all we had learned.

“That’s because we agreed it would stay between the three of us, even your mother never knew about Ron and myself. What I am trying to say is we are here to support you, if you need to talk or whatever, we will help.”

Claire and I thanked Mary for letting us know we had her support. “You two stay here, Ron and I can manage for the rest of the day.”

“Wow! That was a lot to take in.” Claire sighed.

“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting that either.” I replied, hugging Claire.

Ron and Mary became frequent visitors to the cottage, many nights they joined us for dinner. Claire had all the possible tests done early in the pregnancy, the doctors said she was carrying a healthy baby boy. Before the baby was born we agreed on the name, Geoff, after our Dad. If it had been a girl, we would have called her Mary.

Geoff was three years old when we spoke about having another child, Claire said one more and that was it. Mary and Ron knew we were trying for a baby. Ron was at the age where he was considering early retirement, recently his back had been giving him some aggro. Claire fell pregnant quickly, again all the tests were done. The only thing we asked of the doctor this time was to not reveal the sex of the baby.

Ron and Mary came to see us one evening, both of them looked terrible.

“What’s wrong?” Claire asked.

“You had better sit down.” Mary gestured towards the kitchen table. “As you know Ron has been having problems with his back. He has been to see the doctor, after a barrage of tests the diagnosis is pancreatic cancer.” Mary’s eyes welled up.

“Can they treat it?” I asked

Ron shook his head. “It’s one of the few cancers they can do nothing for. By the time I started getting the symptoms, it was already too late.”

“How long do you have, Ron?” Claire was weeping and trying to comfort Mary.

“Statistically, I have anything between six and twelve months.”

Ron retired as soon as I found a replacement for him, Mary continued to work although she took time off when Ron needed her. It was hard work running the business and training Andy, Ron’s replacement. Claire had to manage on her own most of the time during the day, in the evening we finally relaxed after Geoff was asleep.

Despite what the doctors told Ron, he lasted less than five months. A few weeks after Ron’s funeral Claire went into labour, I left Mary to look after Geoff as we raced to the hospital. I took Claire inside then went to park the car, when I returned she was giving birth.

We had another healthy baby boy. There was discussion over the name, when the nurse asked, we both said Ron at the same time. Mary burst into tears when she found out.

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Andy became a valuable employee, he was a hard worker and willing to learn. Mary continued to work for us, she said it was better than sitting at home alone. Claire showed me how to do all the paperwork as she needed time for the kids, sometimes we worked in the evening when the boys were asleep.