I couldn’t help my groan as she slid her lips around me, then moved down, taking all of my length into her mouth. I stroked her hair, trying not to push my hips upwards too much, and Amy moved on me, tongue swirling. The combination of what her mouth was doing, with Beth’s continued attention to my chest, was exquisite, and I felt myself getting closer to the point of no return. “Oh — maybe a little slower so I can hold on –” I almost begged, and I felt Beth smile against my skin. “Oh, I think it’s up to Amy.”
Slowing down was the last thing Amy had in mind, and moments later I cried out, hardening even more in her mouth. My first spurt, and I heard the wet sound in her throat as she just managed to swallow. Another spurt, and another, and Amy pulled back a little, letting the sticky whiteness splash onto her tongue, then coat her lips. Finally I was spent, and Amy used her tonguetip to catch a few stray drops. “Whoah,” she breathed, “that was hot.”
Beth leaned over to kiss her, tongue exploring. “Mm, I can taste.”
I took a deep breath. “Wow.”
“Definitely,” chuckled Beth. “Now, Amy, are you ready for what I said I’d show you?”
“You bet.”
Beth arranged pillows, and Amy laid down, her expression showing unmistakeable anticipation. Beth slid her body over Amy’s, then moved upwards so that her breasts were within reach of Amy’s mouth. “Mm,” Amy murmured, “I like this as a way to start.”
She began to give attention to Beth’s breasts, suckling one nipple softly for a while then turning her head to the other side. “Ohh,” Beth’s voice was full of passion, “you’re making me so wet, Amy.”
“Then whenever you’re ready,” Amy nodded.
Beth shifted upwards again, putting her hands on the headboard, and Amy started to use her mouth between Beth’s thighs. I let my eyes roam over both of them — Amy’s body stretched out towards me, the soft triangle of brown fur where her thighs met, her smooth stomach, her breasts. Then Beth’s bottom — it occurred to me that I’d never seen her from this point of view while she was experiencing the kind of pleasure Amy’s tongue was giving her. Her back slightly arched, the cascade of her auburn hair. “Mm, that’s amazing,” Beth murmured.
I saw Beth’s fingers tighten on the headboard as Amy used her tongue more insistently — “Oh — yes — like that –” and I was tempted to move closer, touch her, or maybe slide fingers between Amy’s thighs, part them so my mouth could be on her. But this was for the two of them — I was certain that Beth would make what I’d imagined into reality another time — and I watched as Beth tilted her head back, her muscles starting to tense — “Oh, Amy, now…”
Then a cry of delight from Beth, her body shuddering. “Ohhhh…”
Finally she relaxed, shifting to lie beside Amy, drape an arm across her body. “Mmm.”
I joined them, kissing Amy on the lips, tasting Beth. “I like your ideas.”
Beth murmured sleepily, and I reached to turn out the light, looking forward to the adventures the next day would hold…
We managed to have breakfast, and shower together in the morning without getting too wrapped up in one another — “We mustn’t be late for our viewing,” Beth wagged a finger at me, but she was smiling. “We have time for a snack, though,” I decided, pulling off the motorway after a couple of hours. “Burgers?”
“Chicken!” enthused Amy, and when we’d parked, she led us to the counter. “I like the ones with the zingy coating.”
“And they have milkshakes,” pointed Beth, her eyes lighting up.
“How old are you two?” I teased. “It’s like when I used to treat you on Fridays after school, Amy.”
We got our food and sat down. “Remind me, Amy,” I prompted, “what subject exactly have you applied for?”
“Languages,” she explained. “I won’t know till after the first year which one I want to specialise in, though.”
“Do you get field trips?” Beth queried.
“Definitely,” Amy nodded.
“Which part of the world would you really like to go to?” I wondered.
“Oh, India,” Amy didn’t hesitate. “It’s so… exotic, all that.”
Beth chuckled. “That gives me all sorts of ideas. The king and his favourite concubines, the girls dripping with gold, wearing practically nothing else at all.”
I pretended to fan my face. “Well, any time you two want to dress up — or rather, almost not dress — I’m not going to complain.”
I looked at both of them thoughtfully. “And if you’re really good, I might get you both a few shiny things on the way back home.”
We finished eating, got back on the motorway, and Beth looked from the map in her hand to the road signs. “It’s a B-road, off the roundabout at the next exit.”
I managed to find the road, which wound its way past green fields, then through woods. “Oh — just around the next bend, it’s on the left,” Beth pointed.
I slowed, turned into a short gravelled drive between neatly-clipped rhododendron bushes. The drive curved in front of the house, an elegantly-pillared portico surrounding the tall front doors. “Oh, it’s gorgeous,” exclaimed Amy.
A shiny Mini was parked a little further down the drive, and as we watched, the car door opened and a young woman stepped out, her slim figure emphasised by sheer stockings, a pencil skirt, crisp white blouse. “Wow,” breathed Beth, “looks like the estate agent guy is actually a girl.”
We got out of the car, and she walked over. “I’m Sarah, from Farquarson’s,” she held out her hand.
I shook it, my eyes on her face. “Tim Smith, and this is my wife Beth, our niece Amy.”
“Pleased to meet you. Shall we go inside?”
Sarah opened the front doors onto a tiled entrance hall which extended the full length of the house, matching French windows leading out to the carefully-tended garden. “Dining room to the right here, two reception rooms at the back, and the kitchen’s this way.”
“Can we see the kitchen first?” requested Amy, and I was certain she was thinking of the scene she’d imagined for us the previous day.
“Of course.”
A tiled passage led to the kitchen, and I saw a smile playing across Amy’s face. “That big table.”
“It’s just how I imagined it,” Amy clapped her hands, little-girl pleased.
An Aga occupied the space across the chimney breast; sink and drainer were under the window; and granite worktops sparkled in the sun. “Through there is the utility room, then the conservatory,” Sarah indicated.
“Shall we go upstairs now, Sarah?” I ventured.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Beth leaned over to whisper in my ear.
We climbed the broad stairs to the landing. “The family bathroom’s straight ahead,” Sarah pointed. “Spare bedrooms to the left, but I think you’ll really want to see the master bedroom. It’s across the whole of the back of the house, with a separate dressing room and an en-suite with sunken corner bath.”
“This just keeps getting better,” Beth grinned.
The bedroom was everything Sarah had promised, and Amy walked straight over to the window. “Look, Tim, there are trees.”
We went back down to the hall, and Sarah glanced at me. “I’ll wait in the car, if you want to talk it over, decide if you want to consider the property further.”
I looked at Beth’s face, then over to Amy. “Sarah, we don’t need any more time. This is exactly what we’re looking for.”
I paused. “What would we have to do to secure the property? It’d be a real disappointment if someone else got an offer in first.”
Sarah swallowed nervously. “Well, a deposit, then as soon as possible an offer letter and an instruction to your solicitor.”
I could see her fingers trembling as she fumbled in her bag for her phone. “I’ll call the office, put you on to them.”
She pressed keys, explained to the person at the other end of the line. “Here’s Mr Smith.”
I gave the needed details, handed her the phone back. “Thank you, Sarah.”
Beth spoke up. “Sarah — is there any chance, now that’s settled — could we keep the keys for a little while? We’d drop them in at the office tomorrow.”
“Well…” Sarah looked from Beth, to Amy’s hopeful expression. “That’ll be fine.”
She smiled. “I’ll leave you to have another look around, then. And thank you.”
We watched her go back to her car, drive off. “Tim,” Beth said carefully, “did we just buy a house?”
“Barring a whole lot of paperwork, yes,” I chuckled.
“Are we staying here tonight?” Amy queried.
“Maybe,” my voice was teasing.
She grinned at Beth. “Then we should play that game I made up for us. Tim, you go first.”
“Do shoes count as one item, or two?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
The girls exchanged looks. “Oh, only one, definitely,” judged Beth. “We want you to run out of things before us, right?”
I bent to take my shoes off. “OK. What are you two going to lose this time round?”
I was half expecting them to bend the rules outrageously, just take off one shoe each, but Beth started to undo buttons on her blouse. “Nothing to say we can’t give him a bit of a show along the way, right, Amy?”
Amy followed suit, and I admired their underwear, both of them in delicate lace. “Good job we decided on bras today,” Amy grinned. “Otherwise we’d have one less thing each for our turn, Beth.”
“Where next?” I queried.
“Well, the kitchen has to be last,” mused Beth. “So how about we go up to the bedroom, work our way back down.”
There was some good-natured argument about whether bathrooms counted — we decided they didn’t, but two socks were only one thing, the same as shoes — and by the time we’d finished upstairs, I only had my boxers left, while the girls somehow had shoes as well as panties. “Let’s just go straight to the kitchen,” suggested Beth, and I threw her an amused look. “Getting impatient?”
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