Joey Says Ch. 03

It was mid morning and a sunny day when Beth arrived. I was working at my PC when she walked in. I tend to notice what she is wearing. Today it was a sleeveless cotton top, a short denim skirt, and medium heel sandals. As usual I thought she was looking good. ‘Hi, big brother. Shall I make us a cup of tea?’ she said kissing me on the side of the cheek and rubbing my chest.

‘Yes please.’ Shortly she returned with two red mugs of Earl Grey tea.

‘You looking at porn on your PC?’ she asked sunnily. ‘No, its work I’m afraid.’ I had a spreadsheet of my work schedule on display.

‘Gosh, that’s no fun!’ She sipped her tea, and then continued. ‘I’ve just come from your father-in-laws’ place. Or is it ex-father-in-law?’ ‘Well legally, Kate and I are still married, so he is still my in-law.’

‘It’s good. He’s given me some freelance work. Enough to keep the wolf from the door for a while.’

‘That’s good news. Should I charge you rent now you’ll have some money?’ ‘Well, if you like, but I’d rather continue paying you in kind. I’m sure I can think of things to amuse you.’

‘Okay. Go on then!’ ‘What, now?’

‘Yup.’

‘Oh, okay.’ She stood up and pulled her top up to reveal her breasts. Medium and fairly firm, she wiggled them at me with a big grin. Lordy how they turn me on! Then she covered them and looked at me. ‘You’re a wicked brother. But, I too must get on with some work. Any way, I’ve got something for you.’ She reached into her bag, and pulled out a disk. ‘What’s this?’

‘You’ll have to see. It’s from Kate.’ My ex had been living in her parents’ house with them, since we split up. There was plenty of room, they are wealthy and it is a big house.

‘So, you saw Kate?’

‘Indeed. I think she’d like to see you.’

‘Hmm. Not sure about that. She’s a bit of a handful.’

‘I thought you liked a handful! Any way I’m off to my room to work on my laptop.’ With that she traipsed off, and I returned to my work schedule. It was tedious administrative stuff. Not what I had expected to be doing when I joined a university. I persevered with it for an hour or so until it gave me a headache. Then I looked through the window, and about the room looking for a distraction, or an excuse to stop. I remembered the CD from Kate. What would it contain? We had said some fairly awful things to each other before we separated, so I wondered if this was going to be something unpleasant. Well I could not have been more wrong.

I loaded up the disk, and its contents came up on screen. It was a collection of photographs. I opened the first one. It showed Kate, in a one-piece swimming costume, at the side of their indoor swimming pool. She was wet, presumably from swimming, her wavy brown hair looking straggly and unkempt. And she was looking fit and in a good state physically. The next pic showed her drying her hair, and then donning a towel robe.

For the next photograph we had changed location. She was still in her white towel robe, but was now in the conservatory, sipping what looked like a spritzer. And in the next she was lying back on the recliner, with her eyes closed, looking as if she was sleeping. You could see most of her shapely legs, which were quite well tanned. I seemed to remember they had a sun bed so she would have the opportunity to keep her tan topped up. And then in the next one her robe had fallen open, and it was clear that she had removed her costume. She was exposed all along one leg, and from her hip to her left breast. I think I had forgotten how beautiful she is. And sexy. Eagerly I opened the next pic. In this, still apparently asleep, the robe was wide open, giving a full frontal view. Everything was on show, from her curly patch of pubic hair, to her tidy little navel in her gently curved tummy and to her C-cup breasts, looking full with slightly flat nipples peering out expectantly. In the next one her position had changed. Her robe was gone and she was lying face down and naked. My she looked provocative. And then in the next she was sitting upright, facing the camera, eyes wide open with her hand between her legs. There was a hint of challenge in her expression. And that was the last one. I hardly knew what to think. My reaction was of arousal and surprise. Was it a come-on, or a taunt, to show me what I was missing? I was confused.

Beth and I had a light lunch of a fresh green salad with nuts and ham, washed down with a light Chilean wine. She told me about the work she was doing. It seemed to have started well. I confessed that mine was giving me a headache, and that I had given up on it. ‘So did you look at the CD?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What was on it?’

‘I think you know.’ Beth flushed and looked a little bit embarrassed at my comments. She cleared her throat.

‘Why don’t you ask Joey about it?’ she said, ‘Now I must get back to my laptop.’

Joey had started off as our shared alter ego, an imaginary figure, she was allowed to say things we wanted to say but felt embarrassed by. She seemed to have been taken over by Beth, and I could contact her by email. I watched Beth as she shuffled away, easily distracted by the movement of her shapely bum through the denim of her skirt. Should I send an email? I had my suspicions about how those photographs had come into existence. After all Beth is the photographer in the family. I sat down at my PC and recalled the last image of Kate. I opened it in a paintshop programme. Then I went to the file of pics of Beth, and found the one of her as Joey- standing sexily, legs akimbo with an erect cock photomontaged on so she looked like a shemale! That was Joey. I decided to see if I could blend the images. I took the image of Beth, with her added cock, captured it and then planted it onto a copy of the photograph of Kate. I adjusted the size and position to get a fit. It took a few minutes but eventually I succeeded in creating a new image in which the naked Kate was confronted by Beth as a shemale with an erect cock! Wow. Just the image was turning me on. I went into email and found the address which Beth used as ‘Joey’. I composed a short message to her. -Hi Joey. Is this what happened? Love Mat. I attached the picture of Kate and Beth/Joey to the email and pressed ‘send’. I sat looking at the image feeling both pleased with my skill in creating it, and horny from the content. I wondered if there would be a response to the email. It came fairly quickly. -Beth says you must ask Kate! J. Hmm. I was not sure about that. I pondered briefly, and then got up from my PC. I moved to the doorway to Beth’s room and peered quietly round the door. She was hunched over her laptop. I crept silently into the room until I was standing directly behind her. She was staring at the image I had sent. I leaned over and whispered into her ear.

‘Is that what happened?’ She jumped, startled. ‘Oh, bejesus Mat, you scared the living daylights out of me!’ I put my hands round her resting them on her tummy, under her cotton top, and stuck my tongue in her ear. ‘But, is that what happened?’ ‘I’m not saying, but that’s a very evocative image. I am impressed.’ She licked her fingers suggestively.

‘So that is what happened?’

‘I’m not saying, although Kate is a very sexy lady.’ ‘You fancy her?’

‘Lordy indeed I do.’ ‘So what happened? It must have been you that took the pics. So did you seduce her? Or did she seduce you?’

‘I confess to being the photographer. On all other matters my lips are sealed!’ ‘Oh come on. You’re teasing.’ ‘No, no. You could torture me and I wouldn’t tell.’

We had played games when we were kids in which torture had figured. All pretend of course and nothing painful. It had all been quite innocent- then. I put my hands round Beth’s neck and squeezed, as if strangling her. She gurgled. ‘I’ll never give in, whatever you do!’ ‘There’s a challenge!’ ‘Do your worst, I am resolved.’ I leaned over and kissed her deeply. She returned my kiss. We were both breathing heavily. I moved my hand to cup her left breast.

She looked at me wild-eyed. Then she moved my hand back to her throat. ‘I like it when you do that. It turns me on.’ ‘You want me to take you against your will?’ ‘Yes. Well sort of. As long as we agree that’s what you are doing.’

‘That’s a contradiction, isn’t it?’

‘I’m full of contradictions.’ ‘So you are. And this isn’t incest?’ I arched my eyebrow and she giggled.

‘No. Look, I think you should go and see Kate.’ That was a sudden change of subject. I was nonplussed, not for the first time. ‘On my own? She and I have a lot of unresolved issues. I’m not sure.’ ‘No. We have to put off whatever we were about to do any way. I have to go over to Kate’s to sort out the selection of information for this job. It’s all over there. We can go over together. I know she wants to see you, and you couldn’t have a more luscious invitation than those pics she sent.’

‘Luscious?’

‘Yes. Couldn’t you just eat her?’

‘Hmm.’

‘Come on. I’ll drive.’

So we set off, Beth with a holdall of what I assumed was work stuff. On the way Beth said that Kate’s parents were away, and she was alone in the house. She was expecting Beth to call in. She didn’t say if she was expecting me. It took less than 30 minutes to get there. Beth parked in the drive by the front door.

Kate appeared, wearing the same white robe she had had on in the photographs. ‘Hi,’ she said giving Beth a warm hug. Then she turned to me. ‘Hi Mat.’ She kissed me demurely on the cheek.

She invited us in, leading us through to the conservatory. There was an expensive looking bottle of white wine in a cooler, and three glasses. Maybe she had been expecting me. Kate poured us each a glass as we sat down. ‘Well Mat how are you? You’re looking well considering,’ said Kate. What did she mean ‘considering’?

‘And you are looking really well, Kate.’

‘Thank you. How is the job at the university?’ ‘Oh its working out okay. Too much admin but generally pretty good.’ ‘How do you enjoy being surrounded by nubile young students?’

‘They all seem more serious than I was when I was a student. They don’t seem to have much leisure time.’