Spring Break Ch. 08: Sunday Home

Literotic asexstories – Spring Break Ch. 08: Sunday Home by Sunadmire,Sunadmire Spring Break Ch. 8: Sun Late – Home

Dirk was unsure what to expect when he returned home.

Category: Incest

Tags: Creampie; Down blouse; Fantasy Pregnancy; Secret; Seduction; See-through; Stepmother; Stepson

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Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. The work may draw on actual historic events, but the actions of the characters within these events are purely fictitious. Where actual institutions are mentioned, their names are used purely to fit the plot. No real person, group of persons affiliated with these institutions or the institutions itself, have engaged, to the author’s knowledge, in the acts described in this work.

All characters in sexual situations, real or implied, are 18 or above. Any similarities between real persons and characters within this work are coincidental and unintended.

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Acknowledgements:

I am much indebted to kenjisato for the thorough editing of the text (multiple times) and making this story much more readable and enjoyable than I could master on my own. I take responsibility for any error that remains.

References are made to the 2005 novel ‘Passion’ by Lisa Valdez. This novel describes fictitious events which took place at the ‘Great Exhibition’ of 1851, and the aftermath. The Great Exhibition of 1851 was housed in the ‘Crystal Palace’ on Hyde Park in London. The Crystal Palace was a temporary structure built primarily from cast iron and plate glass. It covered 92 000m 2 (990 000 sq ft). Over 14 000 exhibitors from around the world exhibited their products and industries. Over 6 million people visited the exhibition, which started on 1 May 1851 and ended on 15 October 1851. This work mostly paraphrases extracts from the novel, which are Italicized to denote contents which were drawn from the novel.

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Background:

This work takes place in South Africa in September in the early 2000s. The academic year starts January and ends December.

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Local words:

Kraal: Small enclosure for livestock, often in close proximity of the homestead.

Maties: A pseudonym for the University of Stellenbosch.

Matric: Grade 12, or the final year in secondary school, equivalent to senior year in high school in the US, a year during which scholars turn 18 years old.

Rage: A short holiday following the final Matric examinations, where scholars celebrate their scholastic freedom. Without adult supervision, some matriculants indulge in alcohol and sex to celebrate their ‘freedom’ and entry into adulthood.

Stoep: A covered outdoor area adjoining a house, similar to a patio or veranda.

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Earlier in the series:

It was the University of Stellenbosch ‘s 2005 Spring Break, and Dirk and Steve had decided to visit Dirk’s home on a farm near Tzaneen, where Dirk’s young, widowed stepmother (Ingrid), and his sister Alta lived. Their holiday started when they hit the road on Saturday morning, in Dirk’s red Citi Golf, to travel the 1,800 kilometers (1,200 mi) from Stellenbosch where the two study at university.

Chapter 1: With the radio broken, Steve initially hassled Dirk about sexual encounters, or fantasies thereof, with his young, widowed stepmother. When Dirk denied all, they decided to tell each other about past sexual experiences to pass the almost twenty hours they expected to be on the road, travelling over two days. Steve was first to tell about the multiple sex encounters he had with Juliette, a lactating young mother, during his Rage holiday.

Chapter 2: Dirk told of how he took the virginity of his best friend’s twin sister shortly after both had turned eighteen.

Chapter 3: Steve told of the recent sex he had with his sister’s friend, Sandra, on the role-playing theme of the video game ‘Final Fantasy’.

Chapter 4: While the pair overnighted at Steve ‘s home; Steve’s mother, Laura, relived past erotic memories, which triggered fantasies of having sex with Dirk. Sandra and Steve, meanwhile, continued their Final Fantasy role-playing tryst with added quests suggested by Steve’s sister, Sis.

Chapter 5: Back on the road after an intimate farewell with all three women, especially Laura, Dirk tells of his adventure with a girl, whose life he had saved after she was swept into the sea, and one of her friends.

Chapter 6: Steve relayed his group sex escapade during his Rage, having sex with three girls during a strip game, on the one day that he hadn’t been with Juliette.

Chapter 7: Dirk, trying to hide his partners’ true identities, told how Sis and Sandra surprised him in his bed the previous night. See also Sandra’s Challenge and Sis’s Transformation for more of their adventures.

In this chapter (and Chapter 9), the two friends, horny from all the sex talk in the car, arrived at Dirk’s home – where one thing leads to another. Since the events of the two chapters overlap in time, there may be some duplication.

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Sunday afternoon: Tzaneen

The loud chirping sounds of African cicadas, where they were basking in the early spring afternoon sun in a nearby tree, came loudly through the open window. Their loud calls were lost on Ingrid, as she was captivated by the book she was reading. When she reached the end of the page, she flipped it over and was simultaneously disappointed and relieved to see that it was the last page. Eager to finish, so she could start with her afternoon chores, she continued to read:

Passion, the female main character, looked as her husband, Mark – the male protagonist, entered the bedroom. He came closer, when he noticed that she called him, and stroked the soft hair of their baby son, who was blissfully suckling onto Passion’s breast.

Ingrid sighed, she desperately wanted a baby of her own, who would be suckling on her breast. She had identified with Passion from the first chapter of the book, who was widowed, and childless.

Passion’s pregnancy was the result of an affair with Mark, which started due to a fateful encounter at ‘The Great Exhibition’. After she remained barren in her marriage, she thought that she couldn’t conceive, and regularly allowed Mark unprotected sex.

But, unbeknownst to Passion, until late in the book, Mark was engaged to Passion’s cousin, Charlotte. Charlotte’s mother had knowledge of Mark’s mother’s infidelities, and blackmailed Mark into the engagement.

Unlike Passion, Ingrid did get pregnant when she had unprotected sex during a one-night-stand, with Rudy. Stacey, Rudy’s wife at the time, filed for divorce and moved to Cape Town along with the couple’s two children, Dirk and Alta. Rudy did the honorable thing and married Ingrid, but they lost the baby early in Ingrid’s third trimester.

Over the next five years, she got pregnant twice, but both times history repeated itself, and they lost the baby early in the third trimester. Ingrid’s gynecologist identified the premature death of the babies as a lack of oxygen transfer through the placenta, and recommended that she take half an Aspirin tablet every day. This would thin her blood, and facilitate oxygen exchange with the growing baby.

She lowered the book as some ‘what-ifs’, which had haunted her since Rudy’s untimely death, six months ago, flashed through her mind. She had already accepted Rudy’s death, but what if Rudy had died a day or two later and they had had sex on those ‘extra days’, like they had planned. His sperm would have survived into her fertile window! Or, what if her thirty-two-day period was the twenty-eight-day norm for most women. The sperm of their sex on day twelve would have survived to fertilize her egg on its release on day fourteen.

If any of these scenarios had played out, she would then have been in her third trimester. And this time, with the aid of the Aspirin program, there would have been hope that she could go full term.

She sighed. It wasn’t the first time that her thirty-two-day cycle had interfered with her life. She got pregnant when she allowed Rudy unprotected sex, during a single night of passion, on day eighteen of her cycle, thinking that she was well past day fourteen, and her receptive phase.

A shiver ran down her spine when the detail of another ‘what-if’ flashed through her mind, a scenario she lately tried to suppress. It had troubled her since the idea first crossed her mind. What if she had seduced Dirk, her stepson, the night after his father’s funeral!? The baby would have taken after Rudy, and she could always claim, when anyone, especially Dirk, got suspicious, that the sex they had was on day eighteen of her cycle, which would normally be considered safe. She even had a journal where she recorded her periods, and dates on which she and Rudy had sex. A journal in which they planned her next pregnancy. The diary showed that she and Rudy had sex on day twelve, when most women would be receptive.

At times, she was glad that she only came up with the devious plan after the fact – weeks after Dirk had returned to Stellenbosch. But at times like the current, she wished that she had thought of the plan earlier, and that it had actually happened. The idea, nonetheless, soon became the main theme of her fantasies when she commanded the services of her vibrator. She rubbed her hand over her tummy, thinking how it would have felt with Dirk’s baby kicking inside.

The only remainder of the idea, were the fantasies of how she seduced Dirk! She wished for the fantasies to stop, like it did when she had moved in with Rudy. Their frequent, and wonderful sex, left her with no need to escape into her fantasy world. She now feared that she may act out some of her fantasies in real life, and it wouldn’t be appropriate if she seduced Dirk in the process.

She sighed again. Her fantasy world, which had returned after Rudy’s death, was a wonderful escape once the days without sex started to accumulate, and it became more difficult to suppress them.

The main theme of her fantasies was to ask Dirk to remove a heavy box from a high shelf in Rudy’s cupboard. Or, she would strategically leave a personal item, like a bangle or her watch, for Dirk to find and he would then return it to her. Dirk would find her in her bedroom, at a time when she was preparing to go to sleep. Acting as if she was unaware that she was only covered in highly transparent or skimpy sleepwear; that even when putting on a gown, it would create only the impression of modesty, it would be semi-transparent, or not covering her properly.

And while Dirk was around, she would also ask him to do some additional chores. In her fantasy, Dirk himself would be in sleepwear, and his dick would give him away that he noticed her scantily clothed condition. She would then tease him, where one thing would lead to another. In her fantasies, Dirk would invariably fall for her and inseminate her.

Another recurring theme was for her to walk in the house wearing revealing clothes, mostly sleepwear. It may be early in the morning ‘to make coffee’, or just before bedtime ‘to get some water’. But always when she heard Dirk moving around. He would then notice her, and her revealing lingerie. She would approach him, and casually talk to him, as if it was natural. Her eyes would be fixed on his, waiting for them to be diverted onto her breasts, and crotch before she noticed Dirk’s tented boxers.

But as the winter break drew closer, she feared that she may act on these fantasies. She desperately needed to replace Dirk as the main character of her fantasies. Initially, she tried to replace Dirk with Steve – she regularly heard him referring to her as Dirk’s ‘sexy stepmom’, in the background, during telephone conversations, even before Rudy’s untimely death.

Unfortunately, Dirk returned as the main character of her fantasies during his visit over the winter break. The excitement, in the prospect of the fantasy becoming real, broke through the walls she tried to create. She started to act on these fantasies, subtle at the beginning, but she grew bolder over time. Her emotions were on a rollercoaster ride at the time. She would get an adrenaline rush when she acted on the fantasy, waiting – hoping for Dirk to act on it, not knowing how she would react if Dirk succumbed to the temptation.

But when nothing happened, and she reflected on it when she went to bed at night, she chastised herself for her lapse in self-control. She would be careful for a day or two, but was soon acting out her fantasies again.

She sighed, relieved that nothing came of it, wondering if Dirk was the gentleman, or merely pretended that he hadn’t noticed by not reacting to these signals.

Shortly after Dirk’s return to Stellenbosch, Alta’s commercial sciences teacher, Jim Botha, tested her interest in a romantic date. She didn’t expect the ‘hunting season’ would be open less than four months after her husband’s death. She, nonetheless, felt flattered that Jim was interested in a romantic relationship with her. He was handsome, and, according to Alta, the object of several of the matric girls’ fantasies.

Ingrid replaced Dirk with Jim in her fantasies, and it worked for a while, but when nothing came of Jim’s enquiry, her fantasies reverted back to Dirk. She again tried to replace Dirk with Steve, until Dirk invited him over for the spring break.

As the spring break grew closer, she got concerned that she may unconsciously project subtle hints of interest to either Dirk or Steve. In order to preserve her fantasies as the safe playground they were supposed to be, she was determined to fantasize about anonymous strangers.

Then she heard about Lisa Valdes’s book ‘Passion’ on a radio talk show. Hoping that the hero in the book could become the stranger of her fantasies, she bought the book. And the strategy didn’t disappoint, she soon associated with Passion, integrating the events into her fantasies. She transformed the events of more than a century and a half ago in London, into her current situation in Tzaneen.

The thought brought her mind back to the book and she lifted it up again. Her heart was still beating fast from the loaded erotism in the book and the recent thoughts which it had awakened. She transferred the book to her left hand and reached down with her right. Her fingers slid into her thong and plunged into her wet vulva. Then, slowly her index finger circled her clit, while her middle finger caressed her wet folds. Eager to finish the book, she continued to read:

Passion pulled Mark closer, in a kiss. She dared him to show her how much he loved her. She sat his mind at ease, insisting that the baby was more asleep than awake and wouldn’t mind if they had sex.

Mark looked lovingly at his wife and son, a tear dropped onto Passion’s breast, another on his son’s arm, as he lifted her skirt and slid into her hot core.

Ingrid reflected on the book while she closed it. She hoped that Mark would continue to be the stranger in her fantasies. He was the perfect candidate, sensitive when Passion required understanding, but rough when she needed it.

She put the book on her bedside drawer and took a deep breath. It was fantasy time and she reached for her vibrator in the top drawer. Her hands folded in anticipation around the substitute dick. She sighed, the moment wasn’t right. Mark was caring, sensitive at the end, but, right now, she needed it to be rough, like Mark earlier in the book. Someone who would leave her pussy throbbing when he was done with her.

She looked at the vibrator and whispered towards it, ‘You can’t be rough’. With a shock she realized that, for times like these, she needed a dick, a real dick. Carefully, she returned the vibrator, hoping that she’d be satisfied with the gentler treatment of her vibrator when her body would be tired after doing her afternoon chores.

Then, she heard a toilet flushing and movement in the passage outside the bedroom’s door. She looked at the door, which was slightly open to allow a draft through the room, and she sighed, relieved, glad that sanity had prevailed. Alta, may walk in on her, like she did on Thursday night while she was in the throes of an orgasm. She consoled herself, thinking that it was too hot in any case, and that an appointment with her vibrator later in the afternoon would, indeed, be better.

Ingrid smiled as she thought back on the circumstances of how Alta walked in on her. The action in the book became too hot for her to handle, so she placed the book face down on her bedside drawer to retrieve her vibrator. She was working the pulsing instrument in and out of her vagina with her one hand, making sure that her vibrating thumb touched her clit periodically. Her other hand alternated between her breasts where it pinched, pulled and rolled her nipples, fantasizing that Mark, in the disguise of an intruder, was administering it onto her.

The duvet was halfway down her body, barely covering her hips and the action between her legs. Her one breast was on full display, while she had squeezed the nipple of the other, and pulled on it.

She only noticed Alta’s shocked expression on her face when the throes of her orgasm had subsided and she relaxed from the spasms which left her back arched. She looked sheepishly at Alta, who had already picked the book up and then started to read the few hot lines, from the introduction, out loud. Then Alta demanded to read the book when Ingrid was finished.

And, to add insult to injury, Alta directed her eyes towards the vibrator and told her that she could then switch it off. Just before closing the door as she walked out, Alta hinted that she, too, would appreciate a vibrator.

A cunning smile spread over Ingrid’s lips when she realized how she could arrange the necessary privacy to address her horny state. She could hand the book over to Alta, as she had requested. Alta would be preoccupied reading the book, probably next to the swimming pool, while she could indulge in all the soothing pleasures that her vibrator could offer her tired body.

Her mind drifted back to Dirk, who had crept recently back into her fantasies, where he impregnated her the night after his father’s funeral. Her fantasies would start off neutral, with an anonymous villain, a Peeping Tom.

In her fantasy, she was standing naked in front of the open bedroom window. Light from her bedside lamp would illuminate her body. The window was protected from unwanted observation by the garden shrubs. She stretched herself out to enjoy the cool breeze which blew in through the window. Her twisting her body often fully lit by the bedside lamp.

But a Peeping Tom was hiding behind one of the garden shrubs, watching as her nipples grew hard in the cool evening air, which swept through the open window. She played with her breasts for a while, before she donned her sleep shirt over her head. She left the window open, to let through the cool breeze, when she went to bed.

The Peeping Tom immediately sneaked to the window and watched her as she slipped in between the covers. He allowed time for her to relax until she switched off the bedside lamp. He entered the room through the window and covered her face with a pillow, fearing that she could see who he was.

Tom would then work his dick out of his shorts and cleft her nether lips with its glans. His dick would grow harder as he filled her. Naturally, she would resist, but it would be futile as he overpowered her. Tom kept quiet, fearing that Ingrid would recognize his voice, he only grunted when he rammed his dick into her.

By this time her vibrator was humming deep inside her vagina, her climax imminent. With her free hand, which worked a nipple, she flung the pillow, covering her face, aside to open her airways.

Her eyes closed and her neck arched back, as her orgasm ripped through her body. Then, slowly she opened her eyes, and a shiver ran down her spine – every time, she willed a rough stranger’s face to emerge from the fog, but, eerily, it was always Dirk’s face which smiled at her.

She took a deep breath to get control back of her emotions and looked at her bedside clock, it was slightly past two o’clock. She sighed, her vibrator would have to wait for later, but definitely before Dirk’s arrival from Stellenbosch. She still had to get the dishwasher going, and plant the previous day’s purchase of ground covers next to the garden path before she could entertain thoughts of using her vibrator.

She opened the bedside drawer to make sure that the vibrator was charging; planning to use it as soon as her afternoon chores were done, and she could enjoy its relaxing ministrations. It would surely take care of her hormones and calm her desires down, which would be a good start to ensure she doesn’t unintentionally live out some fantasies.

Dirk’s imminent arrival reminded her to get some lamb chops out of the refrigerator. She decided to take a few extra – it was Dirk’s favorite dish. The kitchen clock drew her attention, she had somewhat less than three hours to fit everything in before Dirk’s expected arrival. She should get going if she wanted to fit in that intimate session with her vibrator.

Ingrid stood up from her bed, her sleeveless keyhole top clung onto her from the thin layer of perspiration which had formed on her body. This wasn’t unusual in the warm, humid climate of Tzaneen during early spring.

Ingrid pinched the front of her top and fluttered it to cool herself down, and hopefully to dry her skin out. She headed towards the kitchen and walked over to the freezer. Cool air streamed onto her when she opened the door. She could feel how her nipples hardened in reaction. She took two packets of frozen lamb chops from a drawer and placed them on a plate to thaw. A net, to keep the unavoidable flies away, was placed over the chops.

Ingrid’s attention shifted to the dishes. A shiver ran down her spine as the image of a frequent fantasy flashed through her mind. She would be bending over in skimpy sleepwear, to pack dishes in the bottom drawer, and Dirk would walk in on her.

After several minutes, she closed the door of the dishwasher and switched it on. Soon, the water started to flow in and the timer showed 83 minutes. She looked at the wall clock in the kitchen, glad to see that it wasn’t quite twenty minutes to three yet. That would give her more than two hours before Dirk and Steve would arrive, leaving her ample time to plant the ground covers, and to address her horny state afterwards.

It was time to dress for the outside gardening work and she went to Rudy’s cupboard to retrieve her usual Sunday afternoon garden attire – a white sleeveless tank top, which Rudy used to sleep in, and one of Dirk’s disused school sports shorts. These over-sized and loose-fitting garments, with large openings, allowed the slightest breeze to cool her off.

A knot formed in her stomach, thinking that she also had fantasized about Dirk surprising her while she was working in the garden with the same loose-fitting clothes. Clothes which would allow a down-blouse view of her braless tits, or a see-through view of her tits as the vest clung to her wet body. Or a rear-end view of her thong, which was strategically pulled into her vulva, exposing her labia through the short’s wide leg openings.

She enjoyed the slight draft over her damp body as she pulled her clingy top off whilst standing in front of the open window. She stared at her lacy bra in the window’s reflection, contemplating whether she should keep it on, or go without. She decided to go without it, since the farm workers wouldn’t move around on the farm on a Sunday afternoon – working without a bra would help her to stay cool while outside.

The knot in her tummy tightened, as going braless in these loose-fitting clothes was part of the fantasy. She sighed to suppress the thought, she would be done with the garden work, and wearing more decent clothes by the time of Dirk and Steve’s arrival.

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Magoebaskloof

Dirk was telling Steve about the people whom he could expect on the farm on their arrival, as they entered the Magoebaskloof Pass. They were already halfway into the winding pass and he was elaborating on the sad story of the farm manager, but Dirk’s mind was elsewhere.

Steve had asked him, at the start their trip the day before (see Chapter 1), if he ever had sex with Ingrid, his sexy, young widowed stepmother, or ever thought of having sex with her. Before Steve’s blunt question, erotic thoughts towards Ingrid had never crossed his mind. He actually hated her for the first four years of her being his stepmother, for breaking up his parents’ marriage.

He only accepted her as his ‘mother’ after his real mother had died in a car crash when he was in grade eleven. Following his mother’s death, his younger sister, Alta, and he had moved back to live with his father and stepmother. Ingrid had stepped perfectly into the role of ‘mother’, even with only a nine-year difference in their ages.

But after Steve had let the genie out of the bottle, and he started to think about it, the more he identified subtle signs of seduction into Ingrid’s behavior towards him during the past winter break.

Then, at times, he feared that he read more into Ingrid’s behavior than she had intended. That he might have interpreted innocent actions, such as walking around in the house in only her semi-transparent sleepwear, as signals of temptation. It would be an understandable oversight, as it would be normal for Ingrid to do so when he was at varsity. Only Ingrid and Alta would be at home, and there would be no need to put on a robe. Besides, his own mother had done the same in the past, albeit with more modest sleepwear. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he was dissecting the whole issue more than he should.

He could, nonetheless, feel a knot in his tummy grow from the uncertainty of what to expect, and how he should react with every kilometer they got closer to the farm. His nervousness was intensified as the idea of having sex with Ingrid grew on him, especially after his intimate farewell with Steve’s mother, Laura, earlier that morning. (See Chapter 5)

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Ingrid heard approaching footsteps, where she was kneeling in the shadow of the marula tree. She was hiding in the shade, from the warm sun, while transferring Mondo grass seedlings from a planter’s tray onto the clean strip of ground between the lawn and the garden path. Ingrid looked up and sat back on her heels, it was Alta. “Yes?”

Alta smiled at her. “What time do you expect Dirk?”

Ingrid took a breath. “He didn’t say anything, I guess that it would be his usual time, sometime around five.” She had noticed that Alta was clothed in a very skimpy white bikini, which the thin cover-up didn’t hide. She took a deep breath before she continued. “I hope you don’t plan to wear that when the boys are here. It is somewhat revealing.”

Alta sighed, she had hoped for an earlier time. The nearby trees would cast shadows into the pool area by five, and she would no longer be ‘sunbathing’ next to the pool. Then Alta gestured in Ingrid’s direction. “You’re a fine one to talk, at least my tits are covered!”

Ingrid looked down onto her chest and noticed her bare boobs through the wide collar opening of Rudy’s vest. She blushed as she looked up at Alta. “Very well, but I don’t intend to wear this when your brother and his friend are around.”

Alta smiled and broadened the base of the left cup over the spaghetti-string around her chest. “Relax, Mom, I can choose how much I want to hide.” She only addressed Ingrid as ‘Mom’ when she was reprimanded.

Ingrid noticed Alta’s small nipple pressing against the thin material and smiled. “That’s better…”

Then Alta bundled the base of the right cup up and pulled it towards her cleavage, which caused the cup to slip off her tit. “I can likewise choose how much I want to be on display!”

Ingrid gasped. “You better be careful when your brother and his friend are here! I hope you don’t consider doing something stupid, like getting pregnant, or losing your virginity.”

Alta stiffened, Ingrid’s remark unsettled her on several accounts. In the first place, she wasn’t a virgin anymore. Secondly, she, indeed, hoped to enjoy sex with Dirk’s friend during his visit – her close friend, Wilma, had challenged her to do so. And lastly, she didn’t plan on getting pregnant. Trying to buy time to think of a suitable response, she rearranged the cups properly over her tits; she could always bundle them up later. She decided that it would be best to avoid the topic of sex and changed the subject. She looked at Ingrid. “Are you done with the book?”

Ingrid’s blush intensified as she looked up at Alta, she was still embarrassed about what Alta saw when she walked in on her, a few nights ago. But she persisted, she didn’t miss that Alta avoided the subject of sex and getting pregnant. “When was your last period?” From experience, she knew that Alta had a predictable twenty-eight-day period.

Alta blushed. “Two weeks ago.” She had already grown nervous as the day of her brother’s arrival grew closer, and she realized that she would be in her fertile window on their arrival. She knew that unprotected sex would be dangerous, at least until Tuesday.

Ingrid gasped, she was hoping that Alta would reassure her that sex wasn’t on her mind, that she was still a virgin and planned to keep it that way. It may be time to get Alta on birth control. “You better be careful, young lady.”

Alta wanted to flee. “Are you done with the book?”

Ingrid bit her lip, tempted to claim that she was at the beginning of the last chapter and needed about an hour. It would keep the book out of the hands of a randy Alta, and the idea of reading a bit of the book’s hot text to get her juices flowing while sliding her vibrator into her vagina was a tempting thought. She sighed. “Reading the book may be a mistake if I’m correct about your state of mind, and period, but I’m done. You can take it, it’s on my bedside drawer.” Ingrid took a deep breath and decided to push on. “When did you lose your virginity?”

Alta pulled her shoulders confrontationally back. “You don’t need to know everything.” She turned around and walked towards the front door. Then she paused and looked at Ingrid in the hope to distract her. “I forgot to mention…” She waited for Ingrid to look up at her before she continued. “Mister Botha asked me if we’re planning to go away for the holidays.” Alta winked in Ingrid’s direction. “I think he’s planning on taking you out on a date…”

Ingrid blushed and looked down to hide it. She fumbled with a patch of Mondo grass, acting as if she wanted to plant it. ‘Jim, Jim Botha’ flashed through her mind. He hinted before on taking her on a date, and he had featured in some of her erotic fantasies for a while.

Alta smiled, she had noticed how her message flustered Ingrid. Then she turned around to visit Ingrid’s bedroom on her way to the swimming pool. She’d take a quick splash, as she, too, needed to cool off, before she’d start reading. The brief glimpses of the text that she had seen were hot, and she wanted to be horny, and have her pussy wet, when her brother and his friend arrived. She had the perfect errand for Dirk, to ensure some alone time with his friend. She could only hope that he brought some form of protection if she wanted to act on Wilma’s challenge.

Ingrid interrupted her thoughts. “What’s the time? My watch is on the table on the stoep.”

Alta found Ingrid’s watch. “It is a few minutes past half-past-three.” She turned around and walked into the house.

Ingrid looked at the seedlings that still needed planting and estimated that she needed somewhat less than an hour to finish them off. She should have enough time to work her horny feelings off and make herself presentable before Dirk’s arrival. A butterfly fluttered in her tummy when the image of Dirk and his friend surprising her crossed her mind.

Alta, too, was a bundle of nerves as the impending situation dawned on her. Wilma’s challenge was to have sex before the sun sets and she was in the danger zone of her period. She could just hope that Dirk kept out of the way, and that Steve had protection with him…

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The knot in Dirk’s stomach tightened as he looked at Steve when he turned his red Volkswagen Citi Golf into the lane of trees leading to the farmstead. “That’s it, we’re here. Home at last!” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, in an attempt to untie the nervous knot in his stomach. He could feel how his dick tried to escape the confines of his underpants.

The two twenty-year-old friends had been traveling almost 1,800 kilometers (1,200 mi) from Stellenbosch to visit Dirk’s home farm in Tzaneen during the university’s spring break.

Steve smiled as he tapped the dashboard above the radio. “We didn’t even miss the broken radio one bit. What is it? Twenty hours on the road since we started the trip back in Stellenbosch yesterday morning?” He watched as a small troop of vervet monkeys scurried across the road and disappeared into a nearby shrub.

Dirk, trying to reduce his anxiety, also had to smile. “Yeah, your suggestion to tell each other of our past sex experiences did the trick. The only problem now is that I’m horny, and there’d be no one to help me work it off.” He parked his car in the shade of one of the trees near the farmstead.

Steve looked at Dirk and winked at him. “I’m sure you’ll figure out something, but remember, you promised to give me space to try my luck with Alta.” Then, as an afterthought, he continued, “You did have your way with my sister last night, and a hot farewell with my mom.” (The pair had slept over at Steve’s home in Bloemfontein the night before – See Chapter 4 and Chapter 7)

The knot in Dirk’s stomach intensified, contemplating if Steve hinted, with the reference to his hot farewell of Steve’s mother, that he should try his luck with Ingrid. Caesar, Dirk’s dog, trotted around the house’s corner and mercifully distracted Dirk’s thoughts. He started to bark excitedly, while wagging his tail to greet Dirk. The German shepherd quieted down when Dirk opened the door and called him closer.

Steve also stepped out of the car and stretched his body. He looked at Dirk. “Where are the people? You sure they’re expecting us?”

Dirk was also concerned about the absence of the welcoming party he had expected. “They normally see me when I turn into the tree lane and are usually waiting for me by the time I stop, especially Alta.” His eyes brightened. “I think they’re only expecting us in an hour’s time, I often arrive around five. They may be taking an afternoon nap, or Alta may be sunbathing at the swimming pool. Let’s see if we can find them!” He stepped onto the garden path leading to the front door.

Caesar realized what was happening and led the way towards Ingrid, where she was on her knees, planting ground covers with her legs in the sun and her upper body still in the shade. Ingrid didn’t notice them as she was facing away at an angle from their approach. The loose-fitting attire, which she was wearing to keep cool in the hot and humid Tzaneen climate, would have been revealing if it wasn’t for her angled position.

Dirk cleared his throat to announce their arrival. Ingrid looked over her shoulder and saw her stepson and his friend, and stood up. Her honey-brown hair was tied into a ponytail high up on her head.

Dirk was distracted after getting a brief glimpse of Ingrid’s braless tit. The glimpse was enough, though, to stir his wood.

Ingrid walked up to Dirk and gave him an extended loving hug and a kiss on the cheek. The contact pushed the vest onto her sweaty chest. “Welcome home.”

Ingrid, who pushed into the stiffness in Dirk’s groin to make sure it was real, tried to divert her thoughts by explaining why she didn’t walk over to greet them at the car when she finally broke the hug. “I heard Caesar’s barking, but thought that it was aimed at the niggling troop of vervets, coming for their regular afternoon visit.” She glanced at the sun and estimated the time. “And you’re probably an hour early.”

Steve stepped closer and put his hand out to greet Ingrid. “The vervets are on their way, we saw them as we approached the house.” His eyes were drawn to the impressions made by Ingrid’s nipples against the vest and the dark spots of her areolae through the soaking, almost transparent material. His wood stirred.

As if on cue, Caesar rushed towards the parking area and started to bark and a chatter could be heard from the vervet troop.

It was difficult to tell who was more distracted. Dirk was trying to work out if Ingrid’s extended hug was more platonic than romantic, while Steve was feasting his eyes on Ingrid’s bosoms.

Ingrid reveled in Steve’s trance, until she looked at the object of his stare. Nonchalantly she pulled the vest away from her body and offered her hand to Steve. “You must be Steve.”

Steve snapped back to the present and looked at a distracted Dirk. He took Ingrid’s hand and stuttered a response. “Yes, I’m… I’m… I’m Steve.”

Dirk finally came to his senses. “Sorry, where are my manners. Steve, this is Ingrid.” Dirk called her by her name because the small age difference would make calling his stepmother ‘Mom’, awkward.

Dirk stood aside to allow Steve and Ingrid to interact. When he looked at Ingrid, he noticed her tits on display, and Steve’s fascination thereof. He chuckled, recalling his own fascination with Steve’s mother’s tits. He decided to break the moment. “Where’s Alta?”

Ingrid smiled. “She passed me on her way to the pool. I told her you’ll probably arrive around five.” She turned around and pointed towards the unplanted seedlings. “I better finish this off.”

A splash from the pool area confirmed Alta’s whereabouts.

Dirk looked at Steve. “Let’s see if we can surprise her.”

Steve followed Dirk around the house to the swimming pool. “Hallo Aletta.” Dirk announced their arrival, using her Christian name – she hated it.

Alta jerked and, without thinking, rolled onto her right elbow. She flung her head angrily in her brother’s direction, trying to shoot flames through her eyes at him. She was a bit careless in doing so – she was so captivated by the action in the book that she forgot that she had loosened the straps of her bikini top.

Only when she saw Steve next to Dirk, and his beaming smile, did she realize that she had exposed her C-cup breasts to the stranger. She blushed and rolled back onto her tummy and started to search for the straps.

Dirk realized his sister’s predicament and rushed closer and helped her to tie bow ties on her back and behind her neck. When Dirk took over the tying duties, she hid the book under the towel and proceeded to spread her bikini’s cups and bottoms wide again. She blushed as she stood up and looked Steve in the eyes.

Dirk came to her rescue and stepped forward to give her a brotherly hug, the siblings had grown very close to each other after their mother’s passing. He had missed her and he held her tight for several seconds. Alta responded similarly, and pecked a kiss on Dirk’s lips.

When they broke the hug, Dirk turned to face Steve and guided Alta to stand next to him. “This is my sister, Alta.” His gaze shifted to Alta to address her. “And this is my house-mate at varsity, Steve.” He glanced over to Steve and then back to Alta to add superfluous information. “I brought Steve along so he can tell you more about academic courses in the economic sciences at Maties (University of Stellenbosch).” Alta’s interest in the economic sciences was the result of her deceased mother’s influence, who had a degree in the field.

Steve played cool and held his arm in a hugging posture out to Alta. “Hi, Alta. Pleased to meet you.”

Alta, who had put her accidental exposure behind her, wasn’t fazed; the intimacy suited her. She stepped forward to face Steve and wrapped her arms around his torso and waist. Her right hand reached for his shoulder and her left hand reached for his lower back. She pressed her tits tightly against his chest and ground her hips momentarily against Steve’s groin. “Dirk has told me so much about you.” She released Steve and stepped back before Steve could react.

Dirk chuckled and looked at Alta. “You may get him to play some of your girly games on the PlayStation. On our way, he bragged that he kicked his sister’s ass with games like ‘Cy-girls’ and ‘Party Girls’. That he enjoyed playing these games with her friends.”

Steve playfully punched Dirk’s shoulder. “No, I didn’t enjoy it, they made me play it.”

After some back and forth between Steve and Alta, which became increasingly suggestive (of sex), Dirk had enough and took Steve’s shoulder. “I’m sure Alta has a large selection of girly games which may be more to your liking, but we need to move on. We still have the car to unpack.” He turned around and started towards his car.

“Dirk!” Alta waited until Dirk looked in her direction. “Wilma asked if you could pick her up, she’s sleeping over tonight, and tomorrow night.” She winked at him and sent an air-kiss, as if trying to send him a message.

Dirk smiled. After his longtime girlfriend, Melissa, dumped him six months ago, Alta was trying to play matchmaker between Wilma and him. “What time?” In his mind, his problem for a sleep-time partner was solved, as he saw Wilma in his bed, while Steve slipped into Alta’s bed.

Alta shrugged her shoulders. “Around sunset, I guess. Definitely before supper.”

Steve couldn’t wait to share his thoughts with his friend when he thought that he was out of earshot range from Alta. “Looks like Alta is also into PlayStation ‘live action’ games!” He took a deep breath, wiped sweat from his forehead and repositioned the growing dick in his underpants, which was getting uncomfortable.

Dirk looked at Steve as they started to walk. “You didn’t fool me, I cannot believe your boldness, asking Alta to show her boobs off to you.”

Steve chuckled. “Well, you and Sis did the same to me last night. You knew full well that when she said you must help her to find ‘the Lost Valley’ on Final Fantasy, she referred to the ‘valley’ between her legs of the ‘live action’ version of the game.”

The pair reached Dirk’s red Citi Golf, and Dirk opened the car. They took their luggage, and Dirk led Steve to the guest bedroom. Dirk sighed relieved. With Wilma around, he need not worry about Ingrid and his erotic thoughts towards her.

Dirk returned down the passage to his own bedroom. He walked into Steve, who was on his way to the swimming pool in his tight-fitting and bulging Speedos, as he exited his bedroom.

****

Ingrid looked at the sun and guessed that it was about half past four. The ground covers took longer to plant than she had expected. She was now working in the full sun, due to the sun’s shifting position, and her progress along the garden path. There was almost a meter (yard) to go. Sweat was running down her face and dripping from her nose. Her eyes were also burning from sweat which ran down her forehead. More sweat was running down her chest onto her breasts, where it dripped from her nipples onto Rudy’s wife-beater.

Ingrid splashed water onto her face from the sprayer – she got the sprayer going earlier to water the grass which was already planted. She didn’t mind that the vest also got a good dose of water, as it would help her to cool down. When done, she took the bottom of the vest to dry her face, and returned to the last seedling tray.

She smiled at herself, she pushed the limits for her afternoon’s tasks. She wanted to finish reading the book so she could give it to Alta. And, if Dirk and Steve had arrived at five as she expected, then she would have planted the grass and had time left for her appointment with her vibrator, and be ready to greet Dirk and Steve.

As much as she wanted to think of other stuff, her thoughts returned to Steve and Dirk, especially Dirk. She noticed that both ogled her breasts when they arrived, and it rekindled her state of arousal after finishing reading ‘Passion’.

She was just glad that Dirk and Steve were busy elsewhere, probably chatting with Alta as she expected. A smile spread across her face, thinking that Dirk would be a good chaperone for Alta, especially if she was in an aroused state from reading the book. As for her own revealing attire, she took her chances in the hope that the two young men would be more interested in Alta’s presence next to the pool, than in hers, doing garden work. Slipping into something more appropriate after the two had surprised her would have added delays in her progress.

The gardening work was therapeutic, as it afforded her time to think. She took another seedling from the tray to complete the length of the garden path. There were two more left in the tray. She sat back on her heels and scanned the area to see if there were suitable spots where she could plant them.

Ingrid stiffened, she knew that Dirk was nearby when she noticed Caesar, who trotted towards her. She acted as if she was unaware of Dirk’s presence and leaned forward to plant the last seedlings.

It was time to finish and return the gardening tools, so she could start preparations for supper. She looked up as she stood up – Dirk was watching her with folded arms where he leaned against the large marula tree, his eyes transfixed on her chest.

Her heart raced, he would have had a long and clear view of her tits. It reignited her fantasies. She had to remain calm, make as if it was nothing. She fumbled to get the last tools on the ground and leaned forward to break Dirk’s view of her tits. She nervously looked around to make sure she had all the garden tools. It left her in a safe orientation to stand up, without flashing her tits for Dirk, and walked to the garden shed to store them.

Dirk was still leaning against the tree, and looked her lovingly in the eyes when she returned, her wet shirt transparent and displaying her tits for Dirk, her areolae clearly visible through the wet material. Dirk’s member stirred in his pants, while Ingrid walked nonchalantly past him into the house.

Dirk followed her and smiled as he noticed her watch on the table on the stoep. He picked it up and followed Ingrid into the house. He saw it as an opportunity to get into her bedroom.

He found Ingrid where she checked if the lamb chops had fully thawed. “I see you remembered that it is my favorite.”

Ingrid chuckled. “I’m getting better at rib chops, remember the fiasco when I slow-cooked them from their frozen state, the first time that I tried to make them?”

Dirk had to chuckle at the memory. He stepped forward and lightly kissed Ingrid on her lips. His lips lingered before he broke the kiss. “Thank you for putting the effort in to spoil me, I really appreciate it.” He leaned in for a second kiss when Ingrid didn’t respond. This time, he kissed her with more urgency, licking Ingrid’s lips lightly. His hand reached up and cupped her breast, her nipple trapped between his thumb and index finger.

Ingrid’s heart raced when the kiss finally ended and she removed Dirk’s hand from her breast. She hadn’t noticed how it happened. She looked up into Dirk’s eyes – Dirk was four inches taller than her. She tried to divert Dirk’s attention and waved her ground-covered hands. “Please excuse me, I need to clean up to prepare supper.” She turned around and walked into the main bedroom, swinging the door hard to close behind her.

Ingrid walked into the ensuite bathroom and washed her hands. Her heart skipped a beat when, much later than she anticipated, she heard the latch of the main bedroom’s door closed. It shouldn’t have taken that long. It could mean only one thing, Dirk had followed her into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. It was only the two of them in the bedroom, his intimate kiss, his hand on her breast, was still fresh on her mind.

Ingrid’s acceptance of his kiss, his hand on her breast, was the signal Dirk had been waiting for. He had intercepted the swinging door before it closed, entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Ingrid was startled, the two had never been alone in the room behind a closed door, and tried to escape. Adrenaline pumped into her veins and she planned to flee. “What do you think you are doing?”

“I’m returning this!” Dirk dangled her watch between their eyes, as if he wanted to hypnotize her, before he calmly continued, “And we kissed, we can just as well finish what we’ve started.”

The innuendo wasn’t lost on Ingrid, which made her breathe nervously. She tried to buy time. “We haven’t started anything.” She tried to flee and took a step towards the door. But the power in her legs was gone. Fearing that her knees would fail under her, she looked at Dirk, as he stepped forward to support her.

Dirk, wrapped his left hand around her waist and pulled her against him. His right hand slipped in under the oversized shirt and cupped her bare breast while he pressed his groin onto Ingrid’s tummy.

Ingrid started to fight Dirk’s embrace, whilst he firmly planted his lips on hers. When she realized that she was not only fighting Dirk, but also her own desires, she finally calmed down – There was only one outcome, submission.

Dirk lifted his lips off Ingrid’s when he felt that she relaxed. He looked at her. “Is this what you wanted?”

Ingrid looked bewildered at Dirk. “I haven’t invited you into the bedroom…” She couldn’t finish her sentence as Dirk returned his lips onto hers. She was too weak to resist, when he guided her hand into his shorts and onto his erection. Out of her own will, she wrapped her hand around it, and started to work it up and down. The text from ‘Passion’ flashed through her mind, the passage where Passion wrapped her hand around Mark’s ‘giant pagan phallus, threaded with veins’ while he was still a stranger to her.

Like Passion’s fingers, her own could barely close around Dirk. Her mouth started to water as did the heavy throbbing between her legs. There wasn’t any doubt anymore, she wanted Dirk, but she was unable to speak, unable to act!

“So, you never wanted this?” Dirk looked intently at Ingrid when their lips separated. When Ingrid remained silent, he leaned in again and placed his lips onto hers.

Ingrid gasped when he slid his hand back up to her breast and twisted her nipple in his fingers. She opened her lips and sucked Dirk’s lower lip in and gave a soft contented moan, as she hungrily started nibbling on his lips.

Ingrid stiffened when Dirk’s tongue plunged into her mouth. She broke the kiss. “This is wrong, we should stop… Alta may walk in on us!” Her soft, pleading eyes told Dirk that she wanted more.

Dirk grasped the collar of his father’s vest with both hands, and in a sudden move, ripped it open. “Don’t worry, Steve will keep Alta busy.” The shirt tore open all the way to Ingrid’s navel, and Dirk slid it off over her shoulders in a smooth motion. Ingrid’s pert C-cup breasts bounced free, her nipples begged him for a kiss. “That was not my question. Tell me that you never wanted this, and I’ll stop.” He leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth while Ingrid, without saying a word, stared wide-eyed at the door.

The text from Passion flashed through her mind. ‘If you want to say no, say it now. Not two minutes from now, not five minutes from now. Now, or not at all.’ Ingrid knew it was wrong, but her body, like Passion’s, begged her to stay. It was the only thing she could do.

Ingrid wrapped her free hand around his head, pulling his lips harder onto her breast. She gave another contented sigh, it was time to confess. Her breathing was short when she started her monologue.

“I… I wanted it before. I had fantasies of the two of us. I tried to suppress my feelings, and thought that I’d succeeded when you didn’t react… I guess you finally read the signals that I tried to hide.

“But they were fantasies, only fantasies. Never to get real.”

Dirk moved his lips to Ingrid’s other nipple and slid his hand from her breast into her shorts and panties, onto her wet vulva.

Ingrid’s knees buckled when Dirk’s middle finger slipped through her hair-laden labia and into her wet folds. She pulled his lips again tighter onto her breast, to steady herself. She tightened her grip on Dirk’s erection. It reminded her of the part where Mark’s fingers slid, for the first time, into Passion’s vagina.

And, like Passion in the book, she moaned and started to tremble, gripping even harder on Dirk’s glans and dick as an orgasm started to surge through her body – Dirk had worked his index finger onto her clit and his middle finger into her vagina.

Strength returned to her legs when the orgasm finally subsided, and with it, her senses. Ingrid took a few deep breaths. “I need to start supper, otherwise we’ll only eat after midnight.”

Dirk released her nipple and looked at her, probing deeper into her vagina with his middle finger. “We haven’t finished that we started.”

Ingrid moaned again, as Dirk’s lips latched back onto her nipple. She, too, felt that they hadn’t finished what they started. Her vagina was throbbing, begging her to guide Dirk’s erection in. Screaming to be filled with virile cum. It would be her only chance before Wilma’s arrival.

She gasped, would it be safe? She wasn’t as up-to-date with her periods, like when she and Rudy tried to get pregnant. She took a deep breath as an unspoken thought echoed in her mind – They should finish off after supper, she needed a way to have Wilma occupied. The time on her bedside clock jerked her back to the present and she pushed Dirk away. “I really have to get supper going.”

Dirk figured that Ingrid may be in her fertile period and couldn’t risk pregnancy. He decided that pursuing Wilma would be the better prospect, unless he could get a condom for his own use. “And I better get moving to pick up Wilma. Alta said she’ll be sleeping over.” He couldn’t suppress his smile when he realized that he should buy extra condoms for his own purposes. Ingrid and he could still finish off what they’d started later in the week.

Sex juice trickled down Ingrid’s leg when she slipped out of Dirk’s arms. She stepped out of the torn vest which had fallen onto the floor. Next her shorts and panties fell onto the ground. She picked the bundle up and walked to the laundry basket to discard the washing. A blob of mucus on her panties’ soaked gusset caught her eye. She knew the sign, she’d be in her danger zone in a day or two.

Ingrid went to her drawer to get a bra and a fresh pair of panties. She picked a pair of black mid-calf leggings and a loose-fit, asymmetrical, lime-green, keyhole top and spread it out on her bed as Dirk closed the door behind him.

She opened her drawer and noticed the green light of her fully charged vibrator and smiled – she could cancel her appointment, she had experienced a much better release of her pent-up desires. She reached for her diary and searched for her last period. She nervously counted the days, it confirmed that she was on day twelve. She sighed relieved, she would be safe until day fourteen, Tuesday.

Her hands trembled as she returned the diary. Would Dirk finish off what he had started, or would he try his luck with Wilma. Somehow, she felt that fate had deprived her. She closed the drawer and stepped towards the shower.

****

Dirk fancied his chances of having his way with Wilma as he turned into the lane of trees leading to the farmstead. She allowed him some intimate liberties during the ride, and alluded to it that he wouldn’t need a condom as she was on birth control.

His hopes were shattered as he neared the end of the tree lane. A blue Toyota Corolla was parked in the shade of a tree. He recognized it as Wimpie’s car. Wimpie was Ingrid’s young brother, and Wilma’s unofficial boyfriend.

Wilma chuckled. “It was Wimpie’s plan, he wanted to surprise his sister, and he wanted to see me. He has to leave early morning for a meeting in Ellisras.” She sighed, as she squeezed Dirk’s hand. “Remember, good things come to those who wait…”

Dirk completed Abe Lincoln’s saying. “But only what’s left from those who hustle.” He parked his car next to Wimpie’s.

Dirk made a quick calculation, three men and three women would overnight. Steve would pair up with Alta, and Wilma with Wimpie. That would leave Ingrid for him. He smiled as he slipped one of the three left-over condoms, which Wilma gave him, into a pocket of his cargo-pants, he may just need it.

Wilma got out of the car and was still sorting her top out when Alta, still in her bikini, but with a beach shirt over it, came to greet them. Alta looked angrily at Wilma. “You lied to me, pretending you’ll give Dirk a chance, while you’re only here for Wimpie!”

Wilma blushed. “He’s only here for one night, and I’m here for two. Besides, I want to do it bareback with Wimpie now that I’m on birth control.” Then she diverted Alta’s attention. “But where’s your date? Did you do it… while Dirk was away? I understand from Dirk that you’re into him…”

Alta frowned before she smiled. “Oh, Steve! He’s sorting himself out to sleep in Dirk’s room. He had to vacate the guest room when Wimpie arrived.” Then she looked in Dirk’s direction, where he got Wilma’s overnight bag from the back seat. Satisfied that he was out of earshot range, she whispered, “He didn’t penetrate, but I humped him into orgasm, you know, the way Wimpie likes it. He may have slipped in briefly though. Does that count?”

Wilma glanced in Dirk’s direction. “Did you come? Orgasm?”

“I did, but not while I humped him.” A smile spread over Alta’s face. “It was when he ate my pussy, it was heavenly. You should try it.”

Wilma shook her head. “Regarding the dare, that doesn’t count. Full penetration until one of you climaxes.”

Alta smiled. “You only say that it doesn’t count because you’re not going to deliver on your promise – to have Dirk tonight!” She looked in Dirk’s direction. “Do you know if Dirk got condoms, I’m midway in my period, it will be a day or two before it would be safe to go without one. And that’s the only reason why I haven’t gone all the way.”

Wilma chuckled and responded in a soft voice. “I gave Dirk some leftovers, you’ll recognize one of them.”

Alta gasped. “The leftovers from… when…”

Wilma helped Alta out. “The leftovers from when Wimpie popped your cherry.” Wilma took a deep breath and looked into Alta’s eyes. “You dropped the idea that Steve must eat my pussy. What do you have in mind?”

Alta saw Steve approaching along the garden path and whispered, “Tomorrow at The Archives. You, me and Steve, while Dirk is doing the rounds on the farm.”

Steve arrived and walked towards Dirk. “Did you get a shop open?”

Dirk shook his head with a sad expression on his face. Then he smiled and answered Steve in a loud voice, while he handed Steve two of the wrappers. “Luckily, Wilma had some to spare. Apparently, Alta will recognize one of them…”

Alta’s gaze swung in Wilma’s direction, her eyes blazing. “You told him!?”

Wilma shrugged her shoulders. “It would have come out sooner or later. I think he suspected it anyway.”

****

Ingrid’s mind was in turmoil as she stared, from the head of the table, blankly over the table. She wasn’t sure what she wanted that night – sexually.

Earlier in the day, she would have been happy with her vibrator and her fantasies. But after Dirk’s forceful ministrations, she desperately wanted him to finish off what he had started. Her hopes to finish off their business during the night were dashed when she heard that Wilma would be staying over, and she knew that Alta tried very hard to play matchmaker between Wilma and Dirk.

But when Wimpie arrived unannounced, he turned the entire applecart over. She knew that Wilma had no problem in the past to sneak over to Wimpie in the guest room and expected her to do the same again during the night. But Dirk and Steve would be trapped in the same room. She took a deep breath and exhaled deeply as she realized that she’d be dependent on her vibrator to work off her horny state. Then she smiled at the thought that Alta would, at the least, be safe.

Dirk, too, was absentminded, he sat at the other end of the table. He took the last scoop of ice cream from his dessert bowl. He was trying to figure out how the proverbial musical chairs should be played out, while keeping a visit to Ingrid’s bedroom a secret from the others. He had noticed how she secretly glanced in his direction.

He would be trapped while Steve was in his bedroom. And Steve could only move when Wilma was with Wimpie. He looked at Wilma who was sitting to his left. The key would be to get Wilma in Wimpie’s bedroom as early as possible.

He looked up, as Alta returned his dessert bowl with another helping of ice cream. He looked questionably at Alta.

Alta lifted two more bowls into his sight. “It’s the last, these are for Steve and Wimpie.” She placed a bowl in front of Steve, who sat to Dirk’s right, and walked over to Wimpie, who was sitting to Wilma’s right, to place the last bowl she had.

Dirk followed Alta as she walked around Ingrid, and took her seat between Ingrid and Steve. His mind returned to his musical-chair puzzle, Steve would need to go to Alta’s bedroom, but he’d need a signal. Only then, would he be free to go to Ingrid – once Steve had left for Alta.

Ingrid diverted her gaze, from the other end of the table, when Dirk looked up. Dirk wondered if she made the same match-ups, and was trying to figure out how to let him know that she’ll welcome a visit ‘to finish off what they started’. Or maybe, Ingrid was devising a plan to keep him away, play it safe and not risk pregnancy.

Ingrid’s gaze drifted to Alta, who was to her left with Steve next to her. It still bothered her that Alta had lost her virginity without her knowing. That was at least the one price she wouldn’t pay if Steve succeeded in working his dick into Alta’s vagina. She made a mental note to get Alta on birth control as soon as possible, and maybe a morning-after pill would be in order, as well. And she could just as well get herself on birth control, knowing that it seemed that Jim’s interest in her hadn’t faded.

Ingrid looked at Dirk; she wanted to ‘innocently’ invite him to her bedroom. “Dirk.”

Dirk looked at her expectantly. “Yes?”

Ingrid’s boldness evaporated and she offered the first idea that entered her mind. “Will you help Steve? We moved his stuff over to your bedroom so Wimpie can sleep in the guest room tonight. He can move back to the guest room tomorrow.”

Dirk looked at Ingrid, then back to his almost empty bowl with ice cream. He took the last scoop and put the spoon in his mouth. He slowly swallowed and looked back at her. He wanted to elaborate, but his response was simple. “Sure.” The more he had interacted with Ingrid since he arrived, the more he realized that he had suppressed his feelings for her. Blinded, himself, at her attempts to be close to him, as well. His hand rubbed reassuringly over his pocket with the condom inside.

Ingrid cringed, it reminded her of the time when Dirk and Alta ignored her, shortly after she married their father. She looked around the table to make sure all were done. “I guess we’re done.” She looked at Alta. “Help Wilma to settle down, I’ll sort out the dishwasher.”

Wimpie was the next to move. “Please excuse me, I have to get up early if I want to leave by five.” His hand slipped back under the table to give Wilma’s upper thigh a nice squeeze. He whispered something to Wilma and gave Ingrid a brotherly hug and kiss on the cheek on his way to the guest room.

Next to leave was Steve. “It was a long trip, if I’m not careful, my back may act up tonight.” He took Alta’s hand as he stood up and squeezed it.

Wilma also got up and looked at Dirk and Alta, who were the only persons left at the table. “Please excuse me, I need to unpack.”

Dirk remained seated for a while, pleasantly surprised that almost the entire table had emptied.

Alta moved to the chair next to Dirk and secretly whispered in his ear, “Steve told me that you had sex with his sister last night, and wouldn’t mind if the two of us… you know… do it.”

Dirk smiled and whispered at Alta. “I would be hypocritical if I do mind. But, are you sure you want to do it with Steve? You don’t need to, you owe him nothing for what I did to his sister.”

Alta blushed and whispered back. “Wilma dared me… and I want to do it.” She kissed him on the cheek. “For the record, I’m not a virgin – Wimpie. And thanks for arranging the condoms.”

Dirk smiled as Alta was playing into his hand. “If you want to do it, Steve must know when the coast is clear. It would be a good idea to close your bedroom door while you help Wilma and get dressed for the night. When Wilma leaves for Wimpie, let her leave your bedroom door open, and flush the toilet. That would be Steve’s signal that you are waiting for him.” He took a deep breath and added another diversion. “I thought that you invited Wilma for my benefit!”

Alta had already thought of that. “I did, but she kept Wimpie’s visit a secret. You can have Wilma tomorrow after Wimpie has left.”

Dirk smiled, the thought that he should try his luck with Ingrid didn’t cross Alta’s mind. “Deal.”

Satisfied with the arrangements, Alta smiled and removed the condiments from the table to store them in the pantry. Dirk cleared the last dishes and cutlery from the table and took them to Ingrid in the scullery. He admired Ingrid’s firm arse in her tight leggings as he walked in. She was bending over to load plates on the dishwasher’s bottom rack.

Alta’s head popped in. “Goodnight, I’m off.” Ingrid mumbled a response, clearly unaware of Dirk’s presence.

Dirk waited for Alta to disappear into the passage leading to the bedrooms and for her to close the bedroom door. He placed his load on the dishwasher and took hold of Ingrid’s buttocks.

Ingrid jerked upright and gasped as Dirk’s right hand slid over her tummy to help his left hand into her leggings. His fingers probed deeper, until they reached her fury furry bush, his right hand cupped her left breast.

Ingrid sighed and slid her own hand into her leggings to help Dirk’s fingers into her wet folds. Her other hand reached for her bra and lifted it off her breast, helping Dirk’s fingers onto her nipples.

Dirk pinched and twisted the nipple and soaked a finger with Ingrid’s pussy-nectar. He plunged his lips onto her neck, which arched back in response. “We have unfinished business, I’ll make a plan to come over.”

Ingrid purred contentedly. “I’ll be waiting.” She dislodged Dirk’s hands and bent over to continue packing the dishwasher. “Keep it quiet…”

Dirk barely heard Ingrid as he passed through the scullery’s doorway, while licking nectar off his wet finger. He needed to pee, to deflate the erection. He could just hope that Steve didn’t suspect what his plans for the night entailed.

****

Dirk, dressed in boxers and a T-shirt, was glad that Ingrid left her bedroom door slightly open.

Ingrid sat in front of her dressing table, applying night cream to her face in the dim light spilling out of the ensuite bathroom. She was working it in over her temples and the sides of her eyes when Dirk closed the door behind him. She looked at Dirk. “What took you so long?” Then she smiled. “I guess Steve took his time to get to Alta? I hope he has protection, we don’t want her pregnant.”

Dirk looked at Ingrid. She had a thin, maroon-colored, satiny camisole on and a pair of matching shorts. The camisole showed a bit of her waist while she worked in the night cream. Dirk smiled. “I gave him two.” Then he waved the one which he kept for himself. “And I have one…”

Dirk stepped closer to the dressing table to have a closer view of Ingrid in the mirror. He was familiar with the lingerie, and knew that it had a low, revealing neckline.

Ingrid stood up to face Dirk. She took the condom wrapper from his hand. “No need for this, at least not for today or tomorrow.” She placed the condom on her dressing table and reached for his shirt’s collar and started to pull it over his head. “Now you can finish what you’ve started. Just be careful, I washed, so I may be a bit dry down there.”

Dirk, then only in a pair of boxers, slipped his one hand around Ingrid’s waist as he stepped forward. He slid his other up to cup Ingrid’s breast and pulled her against him. In a twist movement, he worked Ingrid’s legs against the bed.

Ingrid lifted her head to accept Dirk’s lips, as he lowered his onto hers. They paused, their lips barely touching. Ingrid wrapped her arm around Dirk’s neck as she felt the air against her cheek when Dirk exhaled. She parted her lips and probed with her tongue onto Dirk’s lips.

Ingrid slipped her thumbs in under Dirk’s boxers’ waistband and slid them over his buttocks. She ground her hips against his groin, satisfied with the effect she had created on his dick, until his boxers fell on her toes. Slowly, she leaned back to sit on the bed while keeping Dirk’s lips on hers.

Dirk had to place a knee on the bed to keep his balance, and when Ingrid reclined to lie on her back, he had to get his other knee on the bed as well.

When she was flat on her back, she slowly worked herself fully onto the bed, and pulled Dirk’s body onto her. She hungrily started to devour his lips. Her other hand reached down to grasp Dirk’s dick. In her mind, she became Passion, who yearned for a cock in her pussy after her husband had died.

Like Passion, Ingrid stopped to care. It had been forever for her, as well, after Rudy’s death. Her pussy was so hungry for a real dick that she didn’t care that she would be dry, it would get wet. She didn’t care that Dirk was her stepson. She had lost control and pulled her lips from Dirk’s to take a deep breath. With pleading eyes, she looked at him. “Take me now… Please. And fuck me hard.” With that, she guided Dirk’s dick through a leg-opening of her shorts and onto the entrance to her tight vagina. “Act as if you’re an intruder, a rapist.”

Dirk thrusted his dick into Ingrid, and held the pressure to savor the feeling. His dick tucked inside before he slowly started to withdraw. He heard a muffled moan, probably from Alta’s bedroom next door.

His mind returned to his beautiful stepmother under him, he got the sense that Ingrid needed him to be rough. Ingrid groaned, as he drove hard into her. He looked concerned at Ingrid, was he too rough?

Ingrid smiled and wrapped her arms around his chest when he pulled out. She thrusted her hips into his and arched her back when he again drove hard into her pussy. He continued to drive hard into Ingrid’s tight pussy. Ingrid grunted and her breasts swayed under his onslaught. He pulled out and drove again with force into Ingrid.

Ingrid grunted and spread her legs wider. She enjoyed Dirk’s rough treatment, her pussy needed a good pounding. Her hand slid to her breasts and she started to pinch and pull her nipples. She lifted and twisted her hips when Dirk continued to drive into her, hoping to get his big cock deeper into her.

Dirk leaned over and placed his lips on Ingrid’s, who opened her lips and sucked his upper lip into her mouth. He continued to drive hard and deep into Ingrid, soon the sloppy sounds could be heard as her juices started to lubricate her folds.

Ingrid wrapped her legs around Dirk’s and started to thrust her hips into Dirk every time that he drove into her. It took her over the edge and she dug her nails into Dirk’s back as her vagina started to spasm onto the intruder, trying to milk it.

It became too much for Dirk and with a soft grunt, he blasted his baby batter into Ingrid.

Ingrid’s back arched in her orgasmic spasm, keeping the pressure of her hips into Dirk’s thrusts, while he continued to ram his dick into her. Her nails scratched lines into the skin on his back, which spurred Dirk on to drive harder and deeper. She welcomed the flood of semen which was blasted into her, her vaginal spasms continued to milk his dick for more. It filled her up, but she didn’t care when she started leaking, she didn’t care that her pussy throbbed from Dirk’s onslaught.

She only relaxed when Dirk exhaled deeply, signaling that he was done. She cranked her neck and offered her lips to Dirk. “Thank you, I needed it.”

Dirk panted, out of breath, as he lowered his lips onto Ingrid’s and slithered his tongue lovingly over her lips.

Dirk broke the kiss; he wanted to pull out, but Ingrid’s legs were still wrapped around his. “Can I go?”

Ingrid shook her head. “I want to live my fantasy, completing it the way I dreamt about this moment.”

Dirk got curious. “Your fantasy?”

Ingrid took a deep breath. “I’d been fantasizing about this, doing it the night of your father’s funeral. I would have conceived, getting pregnant with your baby. I could now have been over six months pregnant. No one would have guessed that you are the real father, and not Rudy.”

Dirk looked surprised. “Surely, I would have been able to make the connection.”

Ingrid giggled. “Not if I told you that I had sex with your father on day twelve of my cycle, while tonight was day eighteen! I’ve got a diary as proof!”

Dirk was intrigued. “How could I get you pregnant on day eighteen?”

Ingrid smiled. “I have a predictable thirty-two-day period, which means that I ovulate on day eighteen. This is how your father got me pregnant in the first place. We thought that it was safe!”

Dirk smiled. “So, why do you continue to trap me?”

Ingrid released her legs, allowing Dirk to fully pull out. “To give your sperm time to seep through my cervix and into my uterus, like in my fantasy.”

Dirk’s dick stirred in response, growing at the thought of him impregnating his stepmother. His dick tucked inside Ingrid and hips involuntarily pushed forward. “Then I must make sure that enough sperm makes it through your cervix! There should be crowds swimming up your tubes.” He loved the idea.

Ingrid responded and rotated her hips, allowing Dirk to go deeper. She purred, as he pulled back and drove deep into her. Dirk’s youthful thrusts had more energy than his father’s.

The wet, sloppy sounds spurred Dirk on to work his dick rhythmically into Ingrid’s pussy. His earlier jizz formed a foamy froth at her opening. His mind focused on delivering another virile load into Ingrid’s pussy.

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Ingrid got up and bundled the fabric of her shorts’ gusset onto her vulva, to stem the flow of Dirk’s baby batter. Once in the safety of the bathroom, she pulled the shorts onto her knees and sat down on the toilet. A blob of semen came out of her pussy along with a blast of air. More air escaped from her pussy, blowing semen bubbles as it discharged. Semen continued to drip from her vagina, even after the last of the air bubbles inside her had escaped.

Dirk had gotten up as well and unrolled a length of toilet paper to wipe his dick. He discarded the paper through Ingrid’s spread-out legs. “I never helped you with the boxes you mentioned over the winter break.”

Ingrid chuckled, as it was only a pretense, but she could think of one task. “There is a box on the top shelf of your father’s cupboard, the one on the left. It is too heavy for me to get off.” She stood up from the toilet, which caused semen to seep down her legs.

Dirk easily lifted the box off the shelf. Where do you want it?”

“Next to my dressing table, so I can sit while working through the stuff.”

Dirk looked at Ingrid. “Anything else?” His dick tucked at the sight.

Ingrid looked at Dirk. “That’s all for now, thank you. I’m slowly but surely working through your father’s stuff. You can’t imagine how much junk gathered over the years.” Her strength started to return and she looked at Dirk. “When did you figure?

Dirk bit his lip before he answered. “Yesterday, when we hit the road. Steve asked me if I had ever thought about doing it with you. I told him ‘no’, but it got me thinking. I think he, too, may try his luck with you, so keep your fantasies for yourself.”

He lifted the lid of the box and titles on the back covers of pornography videos made him smile. Then a leather-bound book caught his eyes and he picked it up.

Ingrid looked at Dirk, he was her stepson again, no longer the hero of her fantasies who impregnated her. What had happened was a once-off event, better be a once-off. She was in control of herself again. “Get dressed and close the door when you leave, and don’t make a noise.” She stepped out of her soiled shorts and into the shower. She needed to clean up and make a new start.

Dirk gestured at Ingrid’s soiled shorts and then at the bed. “It’s just as well, I’m going to retire. I have to get up early, so sorry to leave you with this mess.” Intrigued, he opened the book and looked at the first page while walking to his discarded clothes. He didn’t recognize his great-grandfather’s flowing handwriting. His heart started to race when he read the two words: ‘The Archives’. He put the book next to the condom on the dressing table and stepped into his boxers.

Steve’s muted grunt, as he exploded into the condom, could be heard from next door. Dirk smiled. “And we don’t want anyone else to know…”

Dirk looked up as Ingrid turned on the shower’s spray. His dick stiffened as water started to run over her body. He smiled as he slipped out of his boxer and shirt, he may have a final innings with his stepmother. He squirted shower soap into his palm as he stepped into the shower. He rubbed his hands together, before wrapping his hands around Ingrid’s body. One hand lathered a breast, the other started to explore her pubic area, where a new stream of cum trickled down Ingrid’s thigh.

Dirk planted a kiss in her neck before he bent her over and filled her up from behind. Ingrid purred contently and sighed as she gave her body over to be abused by Dirk for one more time…

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