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Written: 11 October 2017
Birthday party by Isabella Story Code: M/f, M/F, M/FF, Incest, Underage, Impregnation, N/C It was my mother's thirtieth birthday, I'd just turned fourteen and I'd had my birthday party and sleep-over a week earlier and because my mother had pushed the boat out for me a week ago I was throwing myself into helping her thirtieth birthday party to be something special as well. There was just me, my mum and my gran. Mum was a single mother and we were all living in my grandmother's house, three generations of women in a male free environment! I wasn't the only fatherless bastard in the area but most of my friends knew who their father's were, had infrequent visits from them, some had 'Uncles' who visited their mothers from time to time but not me, I didn't even know my father's first name...never mind his last one. The day after my own birthday party I started on decorating the living room for my mother's party, I collected records and CDs from friends and relatives to provide music from my mother's youth to play at her party. I'd gone through my mother's address book and invited all of her friends and our relatives, I crossed my fingers that they wouldn't all turn up though as our house wasn't the biggest of houses and there would have been nowhere to put everyone if they all turned up. On the day of my mother's birthday there was a little extra excitement in the street, a camera crew were at the house next door to ours, one of the stars of a third rate TV show, Simon Green, the very handsome leading man of Green Sleeves on channel seventy-five was being interviewed for a new TV show. The filming was for a different show called 'Where are you from?' I took a break from cleaning and getting things ready for my mother's party to watch the goings on next door. The cameras were set up in the street and a Mercedes pulled up, as the door opened something fell out of the car and a bald man shouted "Cut!" The car was sent off to go around the block to be filmed arriving all over again. Simon Green was quite handsome, he looked far younger than he actually was, I heard a little of his interview in the car, he was born in the house next door to my gran's house forty-two years earlier and lived there for twenty-eight years, he moved out just before I was born. I watched as Simon was filmed walking to the front door and he pressed the bell push and "Cut!" was shouted again. They had to wait while the inside of the house was lit and the cameras from the side of the road were moved into the house for the next scene. Simon lit a cigarette and walked over to me, "Hi, is all that bunting in my honour?" "No, it's for my mother's birthday party tonight." "That's a pity..." He grinned at me and winked his eye. "...so, how long have you lived here?" "All my life." "I can't remember a child living here while I lived next door, you must have been a baby back then, how old are you?" "Fourteen, it was my birthday last week." "So, what's your mother's name? I must have known her if she was living here fourteen years ago." "My mother's name is Victoria Clarke." Simon smiled, "I knew your mother...knew her very well, where is she at the moment?" "She's at work!" "So, what time is the party tonight?" "It's starting at seven o'clock." Simon was called back to the house. He threw his half finished cigarette into the gutter and went to stand in front of the front door again, he had been filmed from behind as the door was opened the first time and now as he pressed the bell push the camera was inside the house, behind Mr Gamble, the guy that lived in the house now. I saw Mr Gamble shake Simon's hand and Simon stepped inside. I went back to hanging red, white and blue bunting at the front of my house and then I went inside to pump up balloons. There was a knock at the back door, I opened it and Simon Green was standing there with a silly grin on his face, "Any chance of a cup of tea or coffee darling?" I looked at him blankly, "Sorry, they've blown the fuses next door. They put too much lighting on because the rooms were so dark and overloaded the circuits. They can't even put the kettle on until the 'leckey board guys get out to fix the problem." I let Simon into the kitchen and put the kettle on, he looked around the room, "This looks exactly the same as I remember it from the last time I came in here." I busied myself with the coffee and Simon came up behind me, "I remember your mother, she must have been about your age, her hair was always done exactly like this back then." He brushed the back of my hair and I felt electricity running down my spine. "So what's your name gorgeous?" "I'm Sarah." "And your last name?" "Clarke." "What about your father?" "I shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea who my father is." As I shrugged my shoulders they bumped into his hand and he left it there while I finished making his coffee. "What's your boyfriend's name?" "I don't have one, if my mother has her way I'll be on my pension before I get one too." Simon grinned at me and he slipped his hand under my hair to brush his fingertips against my neck and the electric shock running through my body turned into a shiver that made me feel weak at the knees. I carried both cups into the living room while Simon's hand remained on my shoulder, his arm across my back. In the living room he looked around, "I remember this coffee table and that sideboard and the carpet is the same but the TV, that sofa and the wallpaper are all new. How about upstairs, has much changed up there." I shrugged my shoulders again, how could I know what had changed in the house in the past? "The coffee will be much too hot to drink right away, you could give me the grand tour, let me see how much of your house I can remember!" I couldn't see any reason why I shouldn't let Simon look around the house, I offered to let him go by himself but his arm was still over my shoulder and he pushed me ahead of him up the stairs. The bathroom door was open and he looked in, "Same old bathroom..." he pointed at my gran's bedroom door, "...is that your gran's bedroom still?" I nodded my head, "If I remember rightly, your gran has her headboard against the chimney breast with her wardrobe on the left of her bed and her chest of drawers on the right with her little dressing table under the window!" Simon pushed the door open and the room was just as he had said, he went into the room and sat on my gran's bed, "This is one of the most comfortable beds I can remember but it made so much noise that everyone knew what you were doing in it." Simon sat on the bed and bounced up and down making the springs scratch and squeak. He pulled me down at his side, "Do you hear your gran performing her bedtime symphony very often?" I shook my head, "Do you like to kiss?" I gave what was becoming my standard response to Simon's questions, a shrug of my shoulders. I went to what they called a co-ed school, boys and girls taught in the same school but my school was modelled on the Victorian model, a building split down the middle, girls on the left and boys on the right and never the twain shall meet. While I was still wondering what it would be like to kiss a boy, Simon moved his hand, his thumb was under my right ear and his fingers under my left ear, he pressed his fingers and my head turned towards his. Simon's eyes were closed and he pulled my face to his, my lips against his. I was more than a little shocked and tried to pull my mouth away from his but his left hand gripped my neck tighter so I couldn't move and as he opened his mouth and pressed his tongue into my lips to open my mouth, his right hand moved to cover my right knee. He prised my lips open and we were doing the kind of kiss I'd only ever seen on TV in an old film as his hand slipped up under the hem of my skirt. I felt his fingertips rubbing over the front of my knickers and suddenly I got the message about what was going on, I started to push his arm away, trying to get his hand out from under my skirt. He pulled at my neck, pulling my upper body down onto my grandmother's bed. I was on my back with my legs dangling off of the edge of the bed. Simon pushed my skirt up to expose my knickers and he broke his kiss to look down my body, he grinned at me and then he kissed me as he pulled my knickers to one side. He seemed to have eight arms, he was able to rip my panties across the gusset as well as unbutton my blouse and pushed my bra up out of the way, seemingly all at the same time. I didn't know where to push next to try and stop him, he raised his hips and covered my hips with his, crushing me into my gran's mattress, I felt his right hand between our bodies, his knuckles rubbing over my pussy mound and he chuckled into my mouth, then I managed to connect my left hand with his right ear and almost ripped it off. He grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them above my head. I felt warmth and moisture against my inner thigh and he lifted his head, breaking a five minute long kiss, "I think your mother was in this exact spot when I took her virginity..." he stabbed his hips against mine, it felt like he was ramming a tree against my crotch, he wriggled his hips and then he covered my mouth with his as his cock was forced up into my body, his lips covering my scream as the pain invaded my body. He pressed down until he was all the way in me and I eventually stopped making a noise and he uncovered my mouth again, "...you may as well just relax now, I'm all the way in, it won't hurt any more. "Your grandmother took my virginity in this very bed when I was just twelve years old...mind you, there's never any pain when a boy loses his virginity. Your grandfather was away in the army and he never came home after your gran wrote him a letter, telling him that she was pregnant. He knew that he couldn't be the father as he'd been in Cyprus for over a year." Now I was really confused, my mother was my gran's only child so... Simon started to pull back an inch and slide back gently a few times. "You're a lot tighter than your mother was the first time I fucked her but then she had been masturbating for quite a few years listening to me and your grandmother fucking in here every chance we got." Simon increased the distance his cock travelled in my body, the speed as well as the force. I was gasping for air, my legs were kicking like a frog might to try and swim away but I'd stopped fighting him, he let go of my wrists and started to rub my breasts, squeeze them and pinch my nipples. There was a voice out in the street, "Have you seen Mr Green, we're all set up in here again now." "Well darling, looks like I have to go now." Simon kissed me and then he started to throw his body against mine as hard as he could for ten seconds, he gasped for air and his upper body fell against mine, knocking the wind out of my lungs. He slapped my thigh, zipped his fly back up and winked at me, "Well, must be some kind of record, three generations of the same family fucked on the same bed!" I lay there while Simon rushed back to the street outside my gran's bedroom window. There was a mumbled conversation in the street between Simon and the director and then they were inside Mr Gamble's house. I got my breath back, I was just lying there trying to work out what had just happened...well, no, I wasn't quite that stupid, I knew what had happened to me but didn't have any idea how...how I'd let the handsome, middle-aged man fuck me just like that in my gran's bedroom. I felt a trickle run past my bum hole and was spurred into jumping up off of my gran's bed to look at the dent left in the counterpane by my body being pressed down by Simon. Fortunately there was no mess, the bed had been protected by the back of my skirt which was trapped under my bum as Simon pulled me down onto my back. Fortunately my skirt was navy so the mess left by my busted virginity didn't look too gross but I'd still have to put my skirt into soak. I threw my torn knickers into the bin, put on clean panties with a liner in the crotch to catch Simon's semen and my blood...just as if I was on my period. I also took my blouse off as well as my bra, they went into the wash and I put on a clean bra and a dress this time. I was a little sore and more than a little worried about what Simon had done to me. I got back into finishing off decorating the ground floor of the house for my mother's party. I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head, had my gran really taken Simon's virginity while my grandfather was away in the army when Simon was just a boy, even younger than me and did he really take my mother's virginity when she was my age? The party started at seven o'clock prompt, we were lucky in a way that my mother's birthday was on a weekday, that kept the number of guests down to a manageable number and people were coming and going all evening long. I was in charge of the music, I was playing some old forty-fives, some older LP tracks and some even older tracks from CD collections. At ten-thirty the number of people left at the party had dropped to just six guests and all dancing had stopped and people were just standing around talking. The back door opened and Simon Green walked in, my mother spotted him as soon as the door opened and she ran for the stairs, I went to follow her but at the bottom step on the stairs I heard my mother's bedroom door lock. I watched as Simon walked up behind my grandmother, he wrapped his arms around her body and kissed the back of her neck, I heard him say, "Hi Mary, I was in the area and heard that Vicky was having a birthday party this evening." My gran turned to face Simon and she kissed him on the lips for a long minute, from my place on the hi-fi I watched as my grandmother rubbed her hand over the front of Simon's trousers, he was hard, his cock pressed against my grandmother's hand through his trousers. Simon looked at me as he whispered in my gran's ear, "I've got a little something to keep the party going all night if you're interested Mary." He took something from his trouser pocket and handed it to my gran, it looked like medicine, a pill in a small blister pack. Gran looked at the pill, "There was a time when you could go all night without the help of a pill like this!" They both laughed and my gran popped the pill from its protective packaging and she popped the pill into Simon's mouth and gave him a swallow of her wine. I was asked to find Donna Summer's, Love to love you baby and put it on next. I left the record that was playing to finish while I found the track my gran had asked for, it was on a CD, a compilation of hits of nineteen seventy-five. I switched over from record player to CD and Donna Summer's track began. Simon grinned, "This is the song that was playing on the radio the first time we played in your bedroom!" As my gran and Simon danced around the living room to Donna's song I picked up the now empty blister pack from the tablet that Simon had just taken. If I'd seen the tablet before Simon took it I wouldn't have needed to look at the packet, printed on the silvered side of the blister pack was 'Viagra', even a fourteen year old girl with no sexual experience would have recognised the distinctive colour and shape of a Viagra tablet just because it has been such big news on the TV and throughout the internet. While my gran and Simon danced the last few guests said their goodnights and left. I was just standing at the side of the hi-fi watching my grandmother and the man who had raped me just seven hours earlier, they danced and snogged and all the time my gran was hanging off of Simon's neck with her left arm her right hand was rubbing up and down over his cock. As the song was in its closing few bars gran took Simon's hand and pulled him towards the stairs, she looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Can I leave you to lock up darling?" I nodded my head and I went around the ground floor of the house making sure that everything was locked up and turned off before I went up the stairs. As I turned the hi-fi off I was suddenly aware of the sounds of squeaking bedsprings and little grunts coming from my grandmother. I climbed the stairs, as usual the bathroom door was wide open, unless someone was using the toilet the door was open all the time, my Gran's bedroom door was usually just the opposite, her door was usually closed but tonight there was a difference, her door had been left at least half open. As I passed the open door I heard a slow hand clap coming from my gran's bed, I looked in, it wasn't hands clapping, it was Simon's abdomen slapping against Gran's as he rammed his stiff cock into her. They were both totally naked and lying on top of the counterpane. I heard a click behind me as my mother unlocked her bedroom door and stepped out onto the landing. She looked over my head and then pulled me away from the open bedroom door, I looked over my shoulder, mum looked a fright, she'd obviously been crying and there were black mascara streaks down both cheeks. "Off to bed with you young lady and lock your bedroom door tonight!" I looked into her eyes, "I need to use the toilet first." Mum followed me into the bathroom and while I sat and emptied my bladder on the toilet she stood at the sink and washed her face. I just sat there while she left the bathroom and stood at her mother's open door, "Hi Vicky, happy birthday!" "Hi daddy, I didn't expect to ever see you again." I flushed and walked towards my bedroom, I saw my mother's clothes on the floor just inside the bedroom door and my mum was climbing up onto my gran's bed, just like gran and Simon, my mother was totally naked too. I stood there watching as Simon went from my gran to my mother and back again. I heard Simon's grunting and gasping, I'd heard the same sounds earlier as he spurted up into my belly earlier in the day. He pulled his cock out of my mother's cunt and started on my gran again, I watched as white cream leaked out of my mother's pussy as she lay there watching them fucking. "Any chance of a drink Vicky darling, anything will do, Viagra makes me thirsty!" I ran on the tips of my toes to my bedroom, I closed my door but didn't lock it because my mother would have heard the click, I just put the noise of Simon fucking my gran out of my head and got ready for bed. I was just falling asleep when my body was rocked, I'd been lying on my side when I went to sleep but I was pulled onto my back, Simon was in my bedroom, my door was wide open and another pair of my knickers were torn apart. Simon got his cock into me far easier than he had done earlier in the day, his hand was covering my mouth as he rammed his cock into me hard. I heard my mother calling out, "Simon...Simon where are you?" Simon sped up and he grunted through his orgasm just as my mother walked into my bedroom. Simon pushed his body off of mine and I felt his seed dribbling out of my vagina. My mother was angry, she was angry with Simon for coming into my bedroom to fuck me but she was angry with me as well for not locking my bedroom door as she had told me to. "You can't blame me Vicky, you know what I'm like, if I know there's a nice tight pussy in the house...I just have to have it!" Simon went back to my gran's bedroom and took up where he'd left off when he pretended that he needed a pee. After the night of the party, nothing was mentioned about went on during the night of my mother's party. Two weeks later I should have started my period but it didn't come...nothing unusual about that though, I missed about three periods a year, I just made a note in my diary and marked the date in four weeks time when I should have had my next period. A month later and the three of us were at the birthday party of a distant cousin, fortunately it was a Friday so we could stay later, we all fell in home at two o'clock in the morning and went straight to bed. I woke up feeling sick, I rushed into the bathroom and found my mother was already in there leaning over the toilet bowl. I put my mother's sickness down to her drinking too much alcohol the night before but I hadn't had any alcohol. My mum had a very worried look on her face, "The last time I felt this ill was fifteen years ago and I found that I was...Oh My God!" "What um, what is it?" Mum rushed off to the chemist's shop to buy a pregnancy testing kit...well, three test kits actually, she got one for me because I woke up feeling sick the same morning that she did and she brought one for her mother as well, just to be sure, even though my grandmother should have been too old to fall pregnant but she was still having her periods so in theory it was still possible. Monday morning was very embarrassing as three members of the Clarke family sat in the doctors waiting room...waiting to see the doctor to have proper tests done to see if we were all pregnant. We all got the due date for our happy event in eight month's time. Simon, my father and grandfather had come into our lives for just one day and had turned everything upside down. We had to start looking for a house with an extra bedroom but the cost of going from a three bedroom house into a four bedroom one was going to cost almost fifty thousand pounds extra, money we just couldn't afford. We spoke to the local authority about social housing because we would be over crowded with three babies in the house as well as the three of us...a lot of emphasis was placed on my education suffering in the cramped conditions. We were handed over to a charity as a 'Case!' for them to look after. We found that it would be cheaper to stay in our old house and the charity helped us to put up a timber framed extension at the side of our house to create a massive bedroom with en-suite bathroom. When the big day arrived, or should I say the big weekend, we all had boys, they looked like triplets in their bassinets. We told everyone; including the boys as they grew up that they were all brothers and that my mother was their mother. Gran and I helped to bring the boys up and the boys all looked on me as their big sister. 4,263 Words.
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