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First Published: 03 July 2015

After The Separation
by Isabella

Story Code: MM/f, f/f, M/f, M/FF, Interracial, Crime, Anal, Incest, Bro/Sis, Cousins, Pedo

When I was ten years old I realised that something was wrong between my mum and my dad, they started fighting, dad didn't come home a few times and it got worse and worse for the next three years. We lived in a small village where everyone knew our business, if I sneezed the woman from three doors down would say, "Bless you!"

I got home from school on the last day of term to find my mother pacing up and down outside the front door waiting for me; she had yet another black eye, bruised cheek and thick lip. There was a large white van parked in front of our house with its rear doors wide open and as I walked past it I recognised some of my things in the van and some of my mother's things as well.

"What's going on mum?"

"I've had enough, we're leaving!"

I started to panic, our quiet little village was all I knew, small village and very privileged little school, I knew every student and every teacher at school as well as everyone in the village, I guessed that we weren't just moving to another house in our village, I knew that there were no empty properties in our village and people just didn't leave, the only way that a house would come onto the market was after the person living there died. I took a deep breath, held back a sob and said, "Why do we have to move, why can't he?"

I lived a very sheltered life but I'd seen friends whose families had broken up and the mum usually got to keep the family home with the kids. My mum started to explain why we couldn't keep the house just as her brother carried out a box of my books past us, he said, "That's five cases of books from Sarah's bedroom, we won't have enough room at home to keep them all out, we'll have to store them in the garage until you get a place of your own."

Well, real life came as a little bit of a surprise to me, what I had assumed to be our family home turned out to belong to my grandmother, my dad was the tenant, he had lived there on his own before he met and married my mother and she had never insisted on getting her name put on the tenancy agreement so as far as the law was concerned we had no rights to live in the house without my father. There was a thought that my father actually owned the house and the tenancy issue was all a ruse to keep his property safe if things went wrong in his marriage but there was no proof.

Once all of our things were loaded into the van my mother and I squeezed into the front seats with Uncle Paul and he drove us away from everything I knew and we headed north up the M1 motorway to Leicester where Uncle Paul lived with Clare his wife and Elle his daughter. Paul and his family lived in the bungalow that Paul inherited from my grandmother, I'd been there several times before my gran died but hadn't been there since Paul moved in, from memory the bungalow only had two bedrooms, my gran's old bedroom was reasonably large but her guest room was little more than a store room, so how the hell could the five of us live there, even for a short time?

When we finally pulled up in front of Paul's house I was a little surprised, Paul had added a bedroom and toilet in the attic space, turning the old two bedroom bungalow into a three bedroom house. I have to say that Elle looked even less impressed at sharing her world with me than I was at leaving my old world and trying to fit into hers. Elle's bedroom or rather our bedroom now was my Gran's old bedroom on the ground floor and my mother would have the smaller bedroom.

Elle had emptied half of her wardrobe space and three of her six drawers for my clothes, her room didn't have any shelves for books at all, when I asked her where she kept her books she laughed, I had around three hundred books and she didn't have a single one. I would be sharing Elle's room which was bad but even worse, her old single bed had been placed in the box-bedroom for my mother to sleep in and Elle's bedroom now had a double bed that we would be expected to share.

By the time everything had been moved into the house or the garage it was time for bed, not that it was so important as there was no school the next day, in fact it would be seven weeks before school started, deep down inside I really hoped that my mum and dad would sort things out before then so I didn't need to go to the comprehensive school with Elle after the summer holiday, Elle was due to move into year eight and I'd have to get used to going into year eight as well, rather than the third form that I was expecting to go into at my old school.

I sat in front of Elle's dressing table reading a book while she sat on the bed texting on her mobile phone. In between messages Elle was talking to me, kind of distracting me, at home, my old home, no one ever talked when we were reading, even if the book was reading for pleasure, reading was important and not to be disturbed.

"How did your boyfriend take it?"

"What?"

"How did your boyfriend take the news that you were moving seventy miles away from him?"

"I don't have a boyfriend!"

"Why, what happened between you?"

"Nothing, I've never had a boyfriend!"

"What? Never?"

"No, of course not, I'm only thirteen; my parents don't allow me to have a boyfriend."

"Parents don't allow things like that; girls have to just do it without asking for permission. How do you deal with the 'itch', do you have to look after it all by yourself?"

Fortunately Elle's phone made a burbling sound and she lost interest in me and started talking, not a phone call but an IM conversation, she was holding her phone away from her face and talking normally, I could hear the boy's voice too.

"Come over, I'm feeling lonely and need some help to get to sleep!"

"I can't, my cousin is living in my room at the moment."

"How long will she be staying with you?"

"No one knows yet."

"Is she fit?"

Suddenly Elle was in my face, wafting her phone up and down in front of me. The boy gave a wolf-whistle and said, "Hello darling, you look fit, where have you been all my life?"

I suddenly realised that the IM was a video chat service and pulled my book in front of me to cover my chest, "God Elle, I'm in my nighty here, what the hell do you mean pointing your camera at me?"

"God yourself Sarah, it's just Al, my boyfriend. He quite likes to see girls in their nighties."

I tried to put Elle and her boyfriend out of my mind and get back into my book, it was hard though he was whining and begging Elle to just pop over for five minutes over and over again and then he started talking about me, "Jay liked what he saw of Sarah, he likes big tits, come over and bring Sarah with you!"

There was a sudden loud sound from above my head, it sounded so close that I actually ducked down thinking something was falling on my head. There was a short silence, Elle had stopped talking and was looking up, then the sound came again, it sounded like a heavy door swinging open on very rusty hinges. There was a few seconds silence and then the squeak again, the periods of silence reducing and the frequency of the squeaking increased as well as the volume.

I looked at Elle again, she had a wide grin on her face, "Well, well, there's a sound I haven't heard in nine months!"

"What is it?"

"You really are a 'Rube' Sarah aren't you, that my dear cousin is the sound of Paul and Clare fucking up in the master bedroom. A sound I haven't heard since Paul's birthday last year, it seems that Paul has been turned on at the thought of having his little sister and niece living under his roof."

Elle turned her attention back to her mobile phone, "Okay Jay, give me five minutes and I'll be over."

I was curious now; I closed my book and looked over at Elle as she was putting her shoes on, "You're not going out are you?"

"Sure, well, Jay can hardly come here can he?"

Elle pulled her dressing gown on and stood up, "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"No, we're not going to be gone long so no point in getting dressed just put your shoes and dressing gown on."

"I can't go what if my mother comes in to say good night?"

Elle looked up at the ceiling, "I don't think your mother will be coming down anytime soon Sarah!"

"Down, what do you mean down?"

"Well, I'm not a mind reader but I can tell the difference between Clare's orgasms and, well, a woman who isn't Clare having an orgasm under my father."

Elle bullied me into putting my shoes on and my dressing gown and then she dragged me from our bedroom, the door to my mother's bedroom was wide open, her light was on but her bed empty, all the other lights on the ground floor were off so my mother had to be up in Paul and Clare's bedroom. I knew in my mind that I was right but I still pushed the bathroom door open to make sure the bath and toilet were unoccupied.

As we walked through the back door and out into the rear garden I said, rather naively, "But where is Aunty Clare? Where is she if my mum is in bed with your dad?"

"Come on Sarah, keep up with the plot, Clare and Victoria are both in bed with my dad."

I had expected to go down the path between the garage and the house but Elle led me away from the back of the house and along the back garden. The rear fence was just two strands of wire nailed between three foot high wooden posts, not a security thing, just a boundary marker kind of thing. We both stepped over the fence and passed from neatly manicured lawn and tidy flower boarders into what looked more like a junkyard.

The house that backed onto my uncle's house was a huge Victorian property, six bedrooms with servant's quarters in the loft and kitchen, butler's pantry and buttery in the cellar when the house was built over a hundred years before. Now the house was split up into fifteen bedsitting rooms. There was a possibility that up to thirty people lived in that one house, my little village had only sixty people living in it, spread out over about a half a square mile of beautiful countryside and I was looking up at half that number of people living in a house that was little more than the footprint of my old house and garage.

The back door of the old house was unlocked and Elle dragged me along the passageway inside almost all the way to the front door, the last door on the right was also unlocked and Elle pulled me into bedsit number three. Just one room, a large bed, a small sofa, a TV in one corner and an alcove with a small cooker, sink and fridge that could be closed off with a ratty old curtain.

Al jumped to his feet and wrapped his arms around Elle's shoulders and pulled her into an embrace with a full-on kiss to her lips. I just stood there totally shocked, Al wasn't short for Alan as I had supposed but short for Ali, he was the first brown boy I'd been close too in my life and I say boy very loosely, he looked like he was over twenty years old and was dressed in just his white vest and white 'Y'-front underpants. He peeled Elle out of her dressing gown and started to twist from side to side, rubbing himself from side to side against her belly. Elle said, "Where's Jay? You said he was interested in meeting Sarah."

"Jay popped over to the corner shop to get something to drink."

Al indicated for me to sit on the sofa and he pulled Elle onto the bed at his side. I really felt very embarrassed as Al kissed my cousin and began to fondle her all over the outside of her nighty, he seemed to spend a great deal of his efforts around her little breasts, Elle was something like a thirty-two 'A' cup where I, even though six months younger was a thirty-four 'C' cup.

The bedsitting room door burst open and another Asian man walked in carrying a shopping bag, he looked much older than Al and I assumed that he was the Jay that Elle had mentioned. Jay smiled at me, his eyes flicked to my eyes momentarily and then fixed firmly on my chest area, he moved to the kitchenette area, then he cleared his throat, looked Al in the eye and then gestured with his head towards me. Al whispered something to Elle and she looked over at me.

"Hey Sarah..." she said, "...why don't you take your dressing gown off and relax a little!"

Elle's words were calm and pleasant enough but the look on her face was less so, she was scowling at me leaving me in no doubt that I was 'expected' to take my dressing gown off and not make waveas between her and her boyfriend.

As I slipped out of my dressing gown I looked over at Jay, he had four glasses on the draining board, I saw him two-thirds fill each glass with pure orange juice, then he took a small bottle of clear spirit, so white rum or vodka, and he filled two of the glasses to the top from the bottle. He brought the two full glasses, handed one to Elle and the other to me, I took a small sip, the orange was ultra-cold but because of what Jay put in it, it burned the back of my throat as it hit. Elle just drank her glass straight down, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and leaned in to kiss Al again as Jay brought his glass and Al's over, Al was busy kissing Elle so Jay placed his juice and Al's on a small coffee table between the bed and the sofa.

Al pulled Elle down onto the bed, then he pulled his mouth away just long enough to say something in Pakistani to Jay, Jay was just about to sit at my side on the sofa but stopped, he said. "Okay!" and then leaned over the back of the sofa and turned on the standard lamp behind the end of the sofa.

The room momentarily brightened slightly until I watched Al reach up and pull the light switch above the bed to turn off the main light on the ceiling and the room went into just a half light cast down from the standard lamp.

Even though the room was almost totally dark I could still see Al and Elle, it took Al just a few seconds to have Elle's nighty off over her head and then he kicked his way out of his own underpants. Jay sat at my side and draped his left arm over my shoulder, he reached out with his right hand out and lifted my glass, "Come on Sarah, take a little more of your drink."

I took a larger drink but it didn't burn as bad as the first sip I took because my throat had been slightly anesthetised by the first sip. Al rocked Elle onto her back and was about to cover her when she whispered, "If you want it that way you have to use a condom, I'm in my danger period this week!"

"You know that I hate to use a condom Elle."

"Well, you were going to talk to your uncle for me, try to get him to put me on birth control implants, if you don't want to use a condom you can always do it another way!"

I watched as Elle wriggled around and nuzzled her face against Al's crotch, in the darkness it was difficult to see exactly what Elle was doing but I guessed that it was what the girls at school would call a 'Blow-job'. Jay pushed me to drink more from my glass, a lot more, then he leaned in and kissed me. I struggled a little but in the end I allowed him to kiss me as I listened to my cousin slurping her way through sucking Al's cock.

Jay kissed me and fondled my breasts through my nighty for around fifteen minutes, then Al whispered, "Okay Elle, I'm ready to fuck you now."

Jay stopped kissing me and we both looked over towards Al and Elle, she uncurled her body up from Al's cock, I saw his rod glistening with Elle's saliva as she turned and lay face down on the bed, Al rolled on top of her and I watched as he prized her bum cheeks apart and lined his cock up with her bum-hole. Jay's hand was rubbing over my belly as we both watched Al's cock slip into Elle's brown hole with absolutely no resistance, Jay's fingers were prising my legs apart and rubbing down over my pussy as Al went a little crazy fucking Elle's arse.

I was watching my cousin and her lover intently and drinking my cocktail, Jay was starting to pull the front of my nighty up to get at my body beneath as Al rolled off of Elle's back, she just lay there with her legs open and Al's baby cream was running out of her bum. Jay's fingers touched bare flesh between my legs and I suddenly came to my senses and clamped my thighs together and pushed Jay away.

Jay was very upset because I wouldn't play ball with him, Elle pulled her nighty on and her dressing gown, Al was trying to calm Jay down, Jay was saying that if he couldn't fuck me he should be allowed to fuck Elle instead but Al was trying to encourage Jay to be careful and at the same time he was telling Elle to take me back to her house while he could still control Jay.

We almost ran home, we just walked into the kitchen when there was a movement on the stairs and the light was turned on, we could still hear the sounds of fucking from the bedroom above so I guessed that it was my mum heading back to her bedroom but again I was wrong, it was Uncle Paul creeping down the stairs, Elle and I stood in the kitchen as Paul tiptoed to our bedroom door, he opened the door and whispered, "Sarah, are you awake?"

Elle turned the kitchen light on and said, "She's not there daddy, we're in the kitchen looking for your booze!"

Paul joined us in the kitchen; he was only wearing his underpants and a silly grin on his face, "So, you still horny and looking for more daddy?"

Elle was opening the large fridge in the kitchen and passing me a can of beer, she took one for herself and passed one to her father. He was still grinning when he said, "No, I was just worried that Sarah might be finding it difficult to get to sleep in a strange house that's all."

All three of us looked up as my mother began to verbalise her climax, Elle grinned, "I see Clare hasn't lost her touch!"

There was a little movement in the kitchen, just a little, Paul's cock started to wake up and began to form a tent in his underpants. Elle sat at their breakfast bar to drink her beer and she pulled me down at her side leaving only one seat for her father and that was opposite me where he could see my legs sticking out from under my nighty and that's exactly where his eyes were fixed for the next thirty minutes as we drank our beers in the kitchen and my mother bayed at the moon in the bedroom above.

Eventually Elle and I went back to our bedroom and Paul returned to his wife and sister in the room above us. The bed above changed pitch as Paul began to fuck again and from the sounds of the verbal chain he was fucking his wife instead of his sister for this round.

"Why didn't you let Jay have a little fun?"

"He's like old enough to be my dad and he's brown and smelled funny!"

"Brown is all you get round here, well, brown or black and don't make the mistake of going black, Al and Jay wouldn't want to make us pregnant, a black would knock you up as soon as look at you and once you'd had your little bundle of chocolate joy you'd find yourself working the streets to earn money to keep your baby's father in beer and drugs."

The room went quiet apart from the sound of fucking coming from the room above us and after thirty minutes I said, "Elle, why did you let Al put his thing up your bum? Did it hurt?"

"I let him because he needed to fuck someone and while I'm his girlfriend I'd rather know exactly who he's fucking. It did hurt like hell the first time but less and less every time after and I'd rather a little pain than find a baby swimming in my belly!"

"How old is Al?"

"He's around twenty."

"What about Jay, how old is he?"

"I'd have to guess but probably thirty-five or thirty-six."

"God that's old!"

"At least Jay has a good figure, he's kind and funny and doesn't mind spending a little money having fun."

There was a pause in the sounds from the heavens but just for a few minutes and then it started all over again and there was a change in the verbalisation, my mother was stringing guttural phrases together in a discordant ramble and the squeaking bedsprings sped up once again.

I eventually fell into a deep sleep, partly due to the alcohol and partly due to the stress of the day and the lateness of the hour, I just wasn't used to staying up so late at night and definitely not used to alcohol.

Elle woke me in the morning and I walked past my mother's bedroom, the door was open exactly the way it had been the night before, her light was still on and her bed untouched. Elle started to make coffee and I heard my mother tiptoeing down the stairs, she was wearing just her dressing gown with nothing under it, she froze when she saw me, then she stammered, "I was just... erm..."

"We heard what you were just doing all night long mum!"

My mum blushed a deep red and walked into the kitchen, she was wearing a necklace of purple bruises around her neck that she failed to hide, Elle passed her a cup of coffee, "You want to take mum and dad their coffee Aunty Vicky?"

"Erm, no, I think I need to go back to bed, I'm not feeling very well!"

Elle gave me two cups, "Take these up to my mum and dad please, ask them if they want toast or cereal?"

"Should I put my dressing gown on first?"

"God no, don't spoil Paul's fun totally!"

I carefully carried the two coffees up the stairs, there wasn't actually a bedroom door at the top, the stairs went straight into Paul and Clare's bedroom, even the ensuit bathroom didn't have a door, just an archway from the bedroom, Paul was standing, totally naked and pissing a stream into the toilet pan. I quickly turned my back, "Sorry, I didn't realise that you'd be in the toilet, Elle sent me up with your coffee and she asked if you want toast or cereals for breakfast."

Paul walked out of the bathroom still totally naked, Clare rolled over in bed and only her lower body was covered, she had a matching necklace of purple bruises to my mother, Paul walked over to me and draped his arm over my shoulder, he kissed my cheek and eased me towards the bed, Clare pulled the sheet off of her body and patted the bed, "Come and sit here Sarah."

I looked at Paul, his cock was like a flagpole standing out from his body but it looked incredibly red and sore from an all night sex session, I ducked out from under his arm and placed the two cups of coffee on their bedside cabinet and headed for the stairs as quickly as I could.

"Well, what did they want for breakfast?"

"Oh, they didn't say, I think they had other things on their mind."

"Toast it is then."

Elle took an uncut loaf from the breadbin, she cut four slices with a huge carving knife, each slice was an inch thick, then she popped the four slices under the grill, "You prefer raspberry or apricot jam?"

"Raspberry please."

"Okay then, get a tray from under the breakfast bar, put the butter dish and the jar of apricot jam on it as well as two knives from the top draw and two plates from the cupboard. You can run it up to Paul and Clare while I spread our toast."

"Can't I butter our toast and you take theirs up to them?"

"Why?"

"I think your mum and dad are trying to get me into bed."

Elle laughed, "There's nothing so certain as that, they'll fuck anyone and anything that crosses the doorstep."

I went up to the bedroom on the tips of my toes, Paul was in bed on his back and Clare was kneeling, bent over him and sucking his cock. Paul smiled at me as I ran across their bedroom and put the tray down next to their coffee cups, Clare let Paul's cock slip out of her mouth and turned to face me, "Why don't you come here and help me get your uncle off dear?"

I was already on my way to the stairs again and called back over my shoulder, "That's okay, thanks for the offer though."

Elle was giggling at me like mad, "You really do want to keep your cherry don't you? Unfortunately round here the only form of entertainment we can afford is sex and that's because it's free, well, free for girls, boys and men often end up paying for it or stealing it!"

"How do they steal sex?"

"Well, round here the guys don't see anything wrong with forcing sex on a girl if she's not careful where she is and what she's doing."

"You mean rape?"

"Yep but only careless girls get raped, it's up to us to keep our wits about us and not get into a position where we're alone with a man we don't know."

After we finished our breakfast Elle took me into our bedroom, she got out two identical crop-tops, Identical but different colours and two micro-miniskirts, again the same but different colours she told me that we were going to dress up like sisters and go out for a walk, I held the crop-top against my chest, "I can't wear this, my bra will show under it."

"No it won't, you don't wear a bra under one of these tops."

"I can't go out without a bra on."

"You did last night!"

"Well, I was dressed for bed and didn't know you were going to make me go out so you could have sex."

"You wouldn't have cared so much if you'd have let Jay fuck you last night, you'd be very mellow today, just like me."

Elle giggled again, "Sarah, the look of disgust on your face is priceless. Sex isn't a bad thing, it's a perfectly natural thing to do, I'll bet that if you look through some of your dusty old history books you'll see that it was normal a few years ago for girls of our age to get married and have kids, you can't have kids without sex, you do know that don't you?"

Eventually I allowed Elle to dress me, no bra, red crop-top, red mini skirt, red thong and red court shoes with a three inch high heel. Elle was dressed the same but in blue. We walked out of the front door, the house was totally silent, there wasn't the sounds of sex that had prevailed throughout the house for the past twelve hours.

We walked down our road, turned the corner to the right and turned right again, "That's Al's house on the left, notice that there is no one hanging around outside, that's because they are all either sleeping or working. The black guys next door are all from Somalia, whatever they tell you, whatever they promise don't let any of them fuck you, they all have aids and their witch doctor has told them that the cure is to give it to as many women as possible and eventually you'll be cured."

"That's ridiculous; you can't get rid of an illness just by giving it to others."

"You know that and I know that but they believe it, either that or they just like passing on a death sentence to as many woman as possible. Just remember, never walk past alone and don't talk to them for any reason."

As we passed the Somali's house they started to cat call to Elle and me, Elle gritted her teeth and spoke holding her lips as still as possible, "Don't even look in their direction, they're naturally lazy and won't follow us unless you give them hope that you're as stupid as they are."

We walked past a few other large houses that had been bought as office space for businesses and then there was another near derelict house at the other end of the street, "The guys that live here are African, they have been up all night looking for mischief and will start to congregate on the doorsteps at around noon and then you'll hear their African drum music."

We crossed the road and turned the corner, "There's a park down there on the right, probably safer not to go there alone."

Again some houses had been turned into office space and a few converted into flats or bedsits, "Now this part of the street is mostly West Indians, they look a lot like the Africans but they're usually happier, you hardly ever see West Indians who isn't singing or dancing with a huge smile on their faces and they always have money even though they never seem to do any work to earn it, thay leave working up to their girlfriends and they usually handle a lot of the drugs supply chain in the area. If you want drugs they will offer you some for free, just to get you hooked and after the first lot you pay for the rest with your body."

Elle kept checking her watch as we walked around, she showed me where the shops were and the library, the doctor's surgery and the bus stop to get into the city centre. She checked her watch again, it was a quarter to twelve and we were heading back towards our street again, "Erm, Sarah, when was your last period?"

"Why?"

"Just answer me, when was it?"

"I finished on Tuesday this week."

"Oh good, the thing is, I need you to do me a favour, I've made Al use my bottom a few times recently and he really is desperate to fuck a pussy, he asked me to talk you into letting him do you."

"You're kidding me, he's your boyfriend, how can you even think about him having sex with another girl?"

"I'd rather him have sex with a girl I know is clean than have him go looking for some skanky whore off the street."

Elle badgered me for fifteen minutes to agree to let Al play with me a little, I finally agreed just as we were walking past the front door to Al's house. "When would you want me to try?"

"Well, Al's about to start his lunch break, he was hoping that you'd agree to be his lunchtime treat today. If you don't, I'm going to have to let him fuck me in my cunt and I'm still not safe yet!"

Elle walked up the steps to the front door, it wasn't locked, as she stepped on through the door she stopped and looked down at me, I was still standing on the pavement, "It's up to you, come in and help me to stay safe of go home, I'm sure that Paul won't be half as much fun to lose your cherry too as Al will be!"

Elle let the door close behind her and left me in a quandary, the guys at the Somali house were trying to strike up a conversation with me in broken English, I remembered my aunty and uncle trying to get me to join them in bed when I took them their coffee and toast for breakfast, as Elle and I had walked around the local streets about twenty men had hit on us and in two hours of walking the local streets we hadn't seen a single white face, well, not strictly true, there were some white faces but they were East Europeans who didn't speak English at all.

A large, almost black hand rested on my shoulder and a man, two foot taller and about twelve stone heavier than me said, "Hey baby-doll, you come my place, I make you very happy baby."

I almost jumped up the steps two at a time and through the front door with a very unhappy Somalian catcalling after me. Elle was waiting outside the door to Al's bedsit, her hand on the door handle, listening at the door. I could hear the sounds of telephones ringing and people talking, lots of people talking, Elle put her index finger against her lips, indicating that I should remain quiet.

Elle opened the door, the room sounded like thirty people were inside all making phone calls but when the door opened there was just Jay, sitting by a computer screen and Al walking up and down talking on his mobile phone. It looked strange to me seeing two men working but dressed in just their underpants.

"The shares will be released on Monday with an opening price of fifty pence a share, the last tranche of shares opened at fifty pence on the first day and were seventy-five pence by close, then they were a pound at the end of day two, some people sold at that, just happy to double their money. If you're interested I can pop our prospectus in the post tonight, but you won't get it until Wednesday, there won't be the same opportunity to make a serious profit like there will be getting in at the opening but it will at least give you some confidence in us as a company to deal with."

Al smiled at Elle and blew her a kiss, "Look, our trading rules say that we need a minimum transaction of one hundred pounds but, just to let you in on the first day the shares are released I'll relax the rules, just buy fifty shares for twenty-five quid, you can use a credit card or debit card, the credit card will clear by Tuesday or Wednesday and you'll have the shares at the price they are at the moment your payment becomes cleared funds or pay by debit card and our accounts team can get you the release price of fifty pence."

Al walked over to Jay; Jay picked up a small bell and shook it, "Sale, five hundred at fifty pence."

Jay clicked his mouse on the screen of the PC, the sound changed into a cheer and mumbled sounds of congratulations before Jay clicked on another icon and the sound of a busy office started again. Jay went back to his phone, "I'm sorry about that, one of my colleagues has just made a customer happy, so, would you like our prospectus posting out to you... Oh, yes, I see, I'm not allowed to actually deal with the money side of things but if you want to do it that way I'll put you through to our accounts department so you can get the ball rolling."

Al tapped his finger against the side of the phone and Jay clicked on yet another icon on the computer screen, the naff kind of music that companies use when they put someone on hold, thirty seconds later Jay clicked the sound off and took the phone from Al, "Good afternoon, Simon Green, Accounts... New account Sir, are you taking the minimum one hundred pounds... Oh, did he, well, okay, it is unusual but I can take a fifty share package out for you."

Jay went through details including the guy's debit card, he even took down the guy's home address, email address and telephone number and finished with, "Right, just to confirm, twenty-five pounds will be withdrawn from your debit card on Monday morning at seven o'clock, your share details will be emailed through to you before nine o'clock and as soon as you receive that email you can start trading those shares. The actual certificates will follow in the post three to five days later. Thank you for your custom and good luck!"

Jay closed the call down, Elle and I were now standing close to Jay, I saw that he was on a credit transfer screen and he typed in the debit card details from the man on the phone, then he typed in five hundred pounds and transferred the money into a bank account in Pakistan, then he did a second transfer, two hundred and fifty pounds into two UK banks accounts, one in Al's name and one in his own.

"Well, a good morning's work so far, now time to play before we hit the American market!"

Al scooped Elle into his arms and kissed her, "So darling has Sarah come to let me play with her today?"

Elle looked at me nervously; she gave me an awkward grin and then nodded her head.

"Oh goody, a new toy to play with!"

I looked nervously at Jay; he had closed down the programs on his computer that he was using to play sounds and do the banking and suddenly the screen was filled with a picture of the bed, the camera was someplace up high, when I looked around the room I spotted a very small 'spy-cam' hidden on the pelmet over the window. Al was whispering something to Elle, I didn't catch most of it but I did hear the end of the conversation, "...Just like Ann did with you the first time she brought you here to meet me!"

There was a wicked glint in Elle's eye as she walked towards me slowly, like a cat, swishing an imaginary tail behind her. I was backed towards the bed, I glanced over at Jay and Al who were sitting on the sofa, they were no longer wearing their underpants and both were stroking their cocks. I glanced at the computer screen, I could see myself, it was the first time I saw the way that Elle had dressed me, I looked like some kind of backstreet whore, then Elle joined me on the screen and she kissed me.

I knew several girls at school that batted that way, girls that were ridiculed by the hetro girls. I was never certain if I was hetro or gay, up to a few hours ago I would have described myself as totally non-sexual. I had kissed Jay and let him play with my body the evening before and apart from the smell and taste of his tongue being alien to me it wasn't too bad. Now Elle's tongue was forcing its way into my mouth, Elle smelled of Violets and her tongue tasted sweet. I looked over her shoulder, I saw, rather than felt it as her hand slipped over my ribs and up under the crop top I was wearing.

Jay's hand sped up on his cock and he groaned a little when he saw my breast pop out into view. Elle whispered, "Come on, kiss me back, play along a little with me, just give the guys a cheap thrill. I don't taste that bad do I?"

Elle finally got me down onto the bed, we played around for a few minutes, she managed to fight my top off of me and then she made me play-act taking her top off of her as she fought me off playfully. Al was giving Elle directions, telling her what to do to me and with me, we had a tickle fight and we both lost our skirts and rolled around on the bed wearing just our thongs, then Al joined us on the bed, he pinned my shoulders down on the mattress and reminded Elle of her first time with him. Elle wriggled down the bed and pulled my thong to one side and then she buried her mouth in my pussy mound.

Al began rubbing his cock all over my face as Elle gave me an earth shattering climax with her tongue in my cunt. I was bouncing around on the bed, Al holding my shoulders flat on the bed and Elle's hands were holding my legs wide apart, then my eyes suddenly opened wide as I felt a hot mouth on one of my nipples biting down hard. Jay had joined us on the bed; he was kneeling at my side and sucking my nipples, moving from one to the other.

Elle's mouth left my cunt and she whispered, "You're nice and wet inside, just relax and let Al take you to heaven!"

As Elle slid off of the foot of the bed and sat on the sofa Al rolled his body over mine, he covered me totally and then forced his knees between my thighs. He grabbed a hold of his cock with one hand and as he kissed me he started rubbing the head of his cock along my gash, when he felt my sheath with the head of his cock he held it there and then he eased forward slowly, his cock felt like a bulldozer opening my body up. I gasped in pain and he held still, his cockhead was all the way inside my body. Jay slid down at my side and he was massaging over my breasts, belly and then my pussy mound, he sought out my clitoris and started to masturbate me.

Al seemed quite happy to have Jay's hand so close to his cock and then lights started flashing in my head, Jay started to get me off and as I started my climax I began bucking my body and I actually drew Al's cock deeper and deeper inside my body. As Al's abdomen closed in on mine Jay had to pull his hand out from between us and began massaging my breasts again. Al started fucking me slowly as my Jay derived climax started to wane. It took close to thirty minutes for me to get back to the climactic heights that Jay had taken me because Al was being really careful how he fucked me so as to not hurt me too much as it was my first time.

As I started to gasp through to my orgasm once again Al started to speed up and push his cock ever deeper into my cunt, there was a slight pain but as I was out of my head with the pleasure of my orgasm I hardly even noticed it. Al started to go crazy pounding himself into my body until he lost control of his muscles and began jerking and then I felt the warmth of his semen spreading through my lower body.

Al whispered, "Ready Jay" and then rolled away to his left and Jay took his place, I was fighting but it was too late, as soon as Jay's cock was in my cunt he latched on with both arms and started fucking me in earnest. Jay didn't seem in any hurry to climax into me, in fact he stopped several times to get his breath back and calm his fire down a little. All the time Jay was fucking me Elle was sucking Al's cock until he regained his vigour and then Al said. "I'm ready Jay!"

Jay redoubled his fucking power and speed, fired off into me and as he gasped through his climax Al rolled onto the bed next to me and was ready to take Jay's place once he was out of the way and the whole thing started over again with Elle sucking Jay's cock back to full strength.

Al only took about twenty minutes to fill my pussy again and when he did Jay was back to full strength and he took Al's place again. This time Al shuffled up the bed and pushed his dock into my mouth, all the time Al was looking at the computer screen to make sure that every bit of the fucking was being captured by his camera setup as he used my mouth to get his cock hard again.

I lost track of the number of times I was fucked but it was an even number because Jay was in me when Al said, "Right, one pm in Washington, lunch break is officially over."

Jay pulled out without even finishing off in me. Elle had to help me back to our house, it was just after six o'clock in the afternoon and I'd been fucked for around five hours. The house appeared empty but within seconds of getting into our shared bedroom the sounds of fucking came from the room above ours again and within minutes my mother began to verbalise her orgasm.

It took me two days before I could walk properly again and for almost the whole of that time Elle was begging me to go back to Ali and Jay's house again so that they could use my cunt instead of hers.

On Monday morning Al was ringing Elle every five minutes, as far as I could make out Al was threatening to go out and find a new girl if she didn't provide the goods for him and Jay, either her cunt or mine, Elle begged again but I was adamant that I wasn't going to let Al and Jay get their hands on me again.

Elle was on the phone yet again, I heard her say, "...okay, I'll come but it's still a danger for me to do it for a few more days, you could always use my... okay, I'll come over and you can both use my pussy, if anything goes wrong I'll have to work it out somehow."

I was alone for the first time since the previous Friday when my mum and I moved into my uncle's house, I decided to take a hobble around the streets around the house, just to get out in the sunshine, I'd remember to be on my guard for all the dangers that Elle had warned me of from the various ethnic groupings around the area.

*********

"Hi dad, what's up?"

"What makes you think something is up?"

"Well, I was just at your house yesterday for Sunday lunch, we chatted about anything and everything for hours and, and this is the clincher, this is the first time you've ever called me up at work."

"Ah, well I guess you're right!"

"That's why the government cuts me a huge check every month for my deductive reasoning skills dad. So come on, what's the problem?"

"I think I did something stupid on Saturday..."

"Go on dad, just spit it out."

"...I made a small investment over the phone on Saturday; I know that you've warned me about scam artists before but I was only risking twenty-five quid if it all went wrong."

"So, did it all go wrong in just three days?"

"Well, they said I'd get an email from them this morning by ten o'clock so when I didn't get the email I rang my bank to see if there had been a problem with my card or something, I thought that if the debit card payment had been held up that could explain why I didn't get my share details emailed through to me."

"Dad, I've told you a thousand times never to pay over the internet by debit card..."

"I know son, I was stupid, I fell for their patter, I guess I was just a little greedy, there was a time thing that meant that I'd double my payback if I used my debit card. But that isn't the problem, the bank didn't have a twenty-five pound payment from my card on Saturday, they had a five hundred pound payment that went out on Saturday at one o'clock and another five hundred pounds on Saturday at seven o'clock in the evening. So far they've taken five thousand pounds and almost cleaned my account out."

"Dad, I'll have to go now, just don't do anything for now, they owe me a favour or two at work and they also owe me some time off. I'll take a look into things and see what I can find out."

Well, deep breath Roy; let's see just how much they value you here at the department!

"Boss I know that we're not interested in petty criminals but this is personal, how would you feel if it was your father who was conned while you were working eighteen hours a day protecting the government instead of your family?"

Well, that was easier than I thought, a fifty grand budget for IT and stuff to help me track bank accounts and phone calls, and a week off work to clear everything up. I'll miss my service revolver though; guns from the black market are never as reliable as government issue weapons. I can see why though, every official gun is recorded on the database, if I have to use it they'll be on my back in an hour.

Well, that was unexpected, no double encryption, no bouncing data signals several times around the world, just a standard BT internet connection in a small bungalow in one of Leicester's faceless estates and judging by the names on the electoral register they're English through and through.

*********

I was standing in the living room, looking out of the window, Elle came back from Al's flat and went straight to bed yesterday and she didn't even wake up when I went to bed or when I woke up this morning, she must have been well drunk last night, that or drugs. I was eating my breakfast standing in the living room and thought, 'Well, that's strange, Elle told me that I wouldn't see any other English people in the street but the guy in the black BMW definitely looks English, he seems to be paying a lot of attention to our house!'

I took a walk, I'd finished the last of the milk and my mum, Paul and Clare were still sleeping. Mum was going to look for a job today not that anyone was holding out much hope, Clare hadn't managed to find a job for three years and Paul only worked about three days a week on a good week. I'd go to the Asian shop, that way I passed fewer of the danger areas around us. I spotted the man from the BMW following me on foot, that was definitely unusual, I'd been followed by a dozen or more men when I walked out on my own yesterday and not one of them stepped a foot outside their cars, they just followed slowly talking to me through the open front windows.

At the shop he was just behind me, he watched everything I did like he was studying me. I left the shop and he was a foot behind me. Suddenly he was in front of me, we were just a few feet from the road I was now living on.

"Hi, are you Elle Bentham?"

"No, she's my cousin."

"But you live with her?"

"Yes I do..." a sudden thought hit me, Paul and Clare were on benefits, they probably hadn't told anyone that my mum and I were living with them. "...just temporarily, until my mum finds a place for us to live!"

"What do you know about Global Investments Plc.?"

"Nothing."

"They sell stocks and shares to people over the phone."

"That sounds like what Jay and Al do."

I looked towards the large Victorian house that we were standing right next too.

"Do they live in the bungalow too?"

"No, they live in a flat in this old house here."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"Sure."

"It's just that my enquiries show that the internet connection being used by Global Investments Plc. to sell their shares is registered to Elle Bentham at the bungalow."

"Well, Elle is Al's girlfriend, perhaps she lets Al and Jay use her wi-fi."

I was taken back to the guy's car, I knew that the large BMW's were high spec but this one looked more like a command centre for NASA than a large executive limousine. His fingers seemed to pass over the keys on a tablet without ever touching it, "I can see that Global Investments Plc. Are making another call using an internet phone and the signal is coming directly from your house."

"I think we're in line with Al's flat here."

The man started his engine and rolled backwards, the tablet screen altered slightly and the red line that had passed through Elle's and my bedroom repositioned, when we were two hundred yards down the street the man could see that the line didn't go close to the bungalow but still pointed directly at Al and Jay's flat.

The car was driven back to the end of my road and just around the corner. The guy got a set of handcuffs out from the inner pocket of his jacket, snapped one around my right wrist and the other end he closed around the support under the seat. I watched as he walked casually around the corner. I could still see the screen on his tablet and the picture of a loud speaker with a red cross through it; I pressed the speaker icon and turned off the mute facility.

"You won't regret this, getting in now means you'll take advantage of the first day of trading tomorrow, that's when the biggest gains always happen."

"Do you want my credit card details?"

"No Sir, I'm not allowed to deal with the financials, I'll have to put you through to someone in our accounts department to make the transactions but if I can just say something that our account's team won't tell you, if you pay with a credit card they don't buy the shares in your name until the funds are cleared into our account, you could miss the launch, if you have a debit card, the funds are cleared immediately."

I heard the man thank Al as I heard the click of Al's fingernails tapping on the side of the phone and the naff hold music started playing. There was a sudden crash, the sound of heavy wood being splintered into shards, "Who the fuck..."

There was a sound, to me it sounded like someone knocking gently on a closed door and then I heard the sound of the man's voice coming over the top of the naff hold music, "I'm sorry to have to tell you Sir but you were in the process of being scammed by criminals, you'll be pleased to know that I'm closing this office down permanently, have a nice day."

There was silence for a minute or two, then the burbling music of tone dial phone making a call.

"Agent Walker, is that the department's IT desk?"

"Yes agent Walker, how can I help you?"

"I should have a budget for IT help, Code..."

"It's okay Agent Walker, you still have five thousand pounds of your initial budget left, how can I help you Sir?"

"Can you see the IP address I'm calling from?"

"Yes Sir."

"Can you take control of the PC through the back door?"

"Easily Sir, do you have keyboard control of the PC Sir?"

"Yes I do."

""Well it would be easier and cheaper if I do a service takeover, when you see the request just accept it."

There was a few seconds silence and then the IT guy spoke again, "On the surface this looks just like any other PC in England, it's full of pornography, a load of it seems to have been made on this PC but I'm guessing that isn't what you're looking for, I can see they've been running a boiler-house scam, robbing mainly elder people of their life's savings but there is another level, these guys are funding terrorist activities from the money they are stealing!"

"Can you back trace the money and put it back into the accounts it was stolen from?"

"Easily but I'd need a court order or a ministerial mandate before I can start and a bigger budget."

"Can you do it without the official paperwork? I'm running on favours here and my ministerial favour account is empty."

"I'd be open to prosecution and liable if the PC's owners complained to the ombudsman."

"Don't worry about the PCs owners, I've retired them permanently, they'll be involved in a nasty little fire later, after you've finished returning whatever money you can before my budget runs out."

"Erm, I know I'm not operational, just tech-support but I can see into their bank account in Islamabad, there's far more money in that account than this group ever stole here in the UK, I could, if instructed to by an operational agent, close out their account in Pakistan, use some of the money to replenish your budget and help credit your 'favour' bank account as well. Use some of the money to pay for my time to do a deep refund job on the UK thefts and as a parting gesture, turn over what's left to charity groups all over the Muslim World, fund girls education groups and medical institutes. But only if I were instructed to do so."

"Do it!"

"Are you going to stay there for a few hours or do I have to do a quick download of their hard disk before I start restoring all the bank accounts?"

"We have the money in the bank to do a proper job, copy their hard disk, how long will that take?"

"If you just want the financial information I can do that in twenty minutes but what about the porn these guys were making? Some of it looks like very young girls!"

"Show me the latest porn file."

"It's a huge one, probably four or five hours, made last Saturday."

"Show it on the screen here!"

I could hear the sounds of Al talking to Elle with a little distortion through the microphone in the VoIP phone, "So darling has Sarah come to let me play with her today?"

I blushed as I listened to five minutes of Elle making love to me for Jay and Al, the sounds of their masturbating coming through far clearer than the sounds of my orgasming because they were closer to the camera and microphone.

"Okay, turn it off, I recognise one of the girls, she helped me out with my investigations, have they splashed that filth out around the internet yet?"

"Looks like they were in the process of editing the main file into a few more commercial short films but no sign in the log files that they've published it online yet."

"Good, when you've finished with the reparations, keep thirty-five grand back, I'll give you a name later to set up a bank account, I think my little helper could probably do with a little help with collage fees in a few years time, she might as well make something out of having two Pakistanis humping her rotten for five hours."

Everything went quiet for almost half an hour and then there was a sudden voice, "Right Agent Walker, I've copied all of their financial files, all of their passwords and everything I need to sort out the bank accounts, just need that name from you before I close out your budget and put the fifty thousand pounds back into it. Do you want me to erase the computers disk before I close the PC down?"

"No need, that nasty fire I told you about is about to start inside the PC, that will take care of erasing the files for us. Start refunding money from the latest victims and work backwards."

Everything went dead again, I realised that I probably shouldn't have messed with the guy's tablet computer and I managed to mute the sound again just as I saw the guy walking round the corner and then a sudden glow lit the street behind him and there was a sudden sound of an explosion as the gas main went up and the car's door opened and the guy drove off, just a few streets away from the old Victorian house with one room burning fiercely.

As the car pulled up opposite the small park sounds of sirens, police, ambulance and fire engines rushing into the estate from all over, then the guy looked at me, "I'm going to set up a bank account in your name, if there is no mention of me to the police, no mention of me in the papers the money will be yours to use for college fees when you turn eighteen. If there's one single hint about me I'll need to use the money to flee the country, it's up to you! Do you understand what I'm saying?"

I nodded my head and he released me from the handcuffs and offered me a card, "Keep this safe, ring the number on the card when you turn eighteen and ready for university."

I walked home, no one called after me, no one tried to chat me up, all of the street men were busy chattering about the fire on the main road.

I didn't mention to anyone at home what had happened or where I'd been for the past three hours and no one asked me either. There were firemen and police around all night, the fire was so intense that it destroyed most of the other flats as well as Al and Jay's. The early morning news reported that two people had died in a fire in Leicester, they were believed to be a father and son, Jayesh Mohamed forty years old and his son Ali, twenty-five.

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