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Written: 05 Febuary 2018

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Divorce Surprise
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/f, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Underage, Incest

If you stood on the outside of our family you would have thought that we were film stars or pop stars, perhaps even that my father was a Premier League football player but you'd be wrong. My bedroom was just short of fifty square meters, it had a vaulted ceiling and dual aspect windows looking out over parkland and a river beyond. I had an en-suite bathroom and a sixty inch flat screen TV mounted in my entertainment centre, a PC with superfast broadband and the latest iPhone. We had a swimming pool and I had a pony at my disposal, not my own pony but I preferred it that way, I could ride whenever I wanted to but didn't have to do anything to look after the horse.

I got suspicious one Saturday, it was just before Easter, my father was driving his mother to Lourdes on a pilgrimage and a strange man entered my bedroom while I was watching a DVD on my TV while listening to the latest music stream on my Hi-Fi and chatting to my best friend on social media. I followed the man down to the living room where my mother sat waiting.

"Well, I've measured the house and checked the rooms, if the house was put on the market with the land to the screening fence it would be offers over one point five million pounds, if the land to the river is included it would be closer to two million!"

"Mum, what's going on?"

My mother didn't answer me, she just showed the estate agent out of the house and while she was out of the room I spotted a letter from a local solicitor. I was reading the letter, my mother had instructed the solicitor to start divorce proceedings against my father, the letter was advising my mother to get the house valued by a reputable estate agent and I noticed that my mother had put a tick at the side of that paragraph. She was also advised to collect as much financial evidence as she could, bank statements would be good, payslips, credit card bills, even the names of any banks or financial institutions that were corresponding with my father. Everything and anything that would help the solicitors to put together a financial statement of my father's net worh so that they could argue for my mother's financial settlement after the divorce.

I kept my head down over the next few days, I didn't really need to interact with my parents much as I had everything I needed in my bedroom, I even had a fridge in there to keep soft drinks and snacks cool in my bedroom.

I was still on holiday from school when the divorce petition was served on my father and there was a minor nuclear explosion in the living room before my father stormed out of the house. The post had arrived at nine o'clock in the morning, my father had gone supernova at five past nine and I heard his car squealing out onto the road at the end of our driveway at ten past. At eleven o'clock a suit knocked on our front door, he was from my grandparent's lawyers, he was asking my mother for her credit card and car keys, he served her with a notice to quit the house in twenty-eight days and he also took away her mobile phone, my mobile phone and he asked me for my key to the stable block on the farm.

I went to my bedroom, I turned my TV on but the screen was blank, I checked my computer, the internet was down, nothing in my life seemed to work anymore. I went down to the living room to tell my mother that the broadband was gone. She was on the telephone to her own solicitor, things had moved on a pace. My father worked for his parents across the eight businesses that they owned and on the face of things he was on a good salary but that was all smoke and mirrors. The solicitor had come up empty on bank account searches. "But I gave you our credit card bills, doesn't that prove anything?"

Mum went white and then bright red faced as she put the phone down, "Did he hang up on you?"

"The line went dead, we've been cut off but before he went he did mention that the credit cards were in your grandmother's name, according to all of the searches, this house belongs to the farm and there is no traceable income against your father's name.

Twenty-eight days would usually go by in a flash but not when you didn't have school to go to, my school fees were pulled and the letter telling my mother to seek alternative education for me came through the day before I was due to go back to school. And my, how time dragged with no TV, no music, no computer, no telephone and no horses to ride.

At the end of our notice period my Uncle Paul turned up with a horse box to move our stuff out, "Mum, that won't be big enough to carry all of our stuff!"

Mum wafted a sheet of typed paper under my nose, "This is an inventory of all the things that belong to one or other of your grandparents companies. According to this, we could get all of the stuff we can take with us on the back seat of a Mini car!"

Paul loaded our clothes into the horse box and drove us into town, I recognised the apartment block, it belonged to my grandfather, we weren't getting the two bedroom apartment free of charge but as my mother was unemployed, the government was paying my grandfather for us to live in one of his flats.

We didn't even own a TV and without a job, it would take a very long time before we'd be able to afford one. Mum had booked an appointment for us to go to the local comprehensive for my interview for a place there, it seemed strange to me that I needed an interview for a 'sink' school, my father had been paying eighteen thousand pounds a year for the past seven years so my educational standard would have been a world away from the council's comprehensive school, I'd expect to be the top student at such a rundown establishment, even so, it would be a week before I could meet the head teacher to show off how brilliant I was.

I spent the evening reading in the living room and talking with my mother, it was laughable really, just because my mother was bored with my father we'd moved from the lap of luxury where we had everything to a slum flat where we didn't even have a transistor radio to listen to music or the news.

I went to bed early, I'd been doing a lot of that in the past month, nothing to do apart from read and talk and now, in the flat, I didn't even have the room to spread out. Mum told me that she would be leaving home early in the morning, she was looking for work and had to get things sorted out with her...our benefits.

I woke and looked to my bedside cabinet to check the time...or rather, the bedside cabinet sized hole where my bedside cabinet should have been, the cabinet and clock were both on the inventory list of things that had to be left behind when we moved out. I held my breath for a moment, I couldn't hear anything and one of the features of our new home was that I could hear my mother breathing through the paper thin walls of our flat. There was nothing but silence, my mother must have already left.

Suddenly my silence was broken by a old time record, 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love', I recognised it from trips in my father's car when he would listen to the old age pensioners channel. If I'd had my computer and internet connection I would have realised that the song wasn't as old as I'd thought and I would have found out all the details of the group that produced the record and the album the track came from but to me, The Queen was an elderly lady who lived in Buckingham Palace in London, not a pop group from the past.

The tune was coming from outside, well, I say outside but there wasn't really an outside to the apartment block, the architect called it a light well. The living rooms and master bedrooms all looked out towards the town, the small bedrooms and bathrooms looked out into the light well and fifteen feet away, the same bedroom and bathroom of another apartment in the 'U' shaped apartment block.

I opened my curtains and looked out, it didn't look like any of the apartments backing on to ours were occupied but then I saw a movement from the bedroom that was directly opposite mine. First glance told me that the man in the bedroom opposite me was totally naked as he kicked a wheeled chair away from a workbench against the left wall but when he stood up I realised that he was wearing a male version of a thong, or a posing pouch. I watched him dance across the room in front of the window, he picked something off of a shelf and did a pirouette. He stopped mid turn with his back to me, the string of dental floss between the crack of his bum to a small triangle of red nylon material that joined the back strap to the waistband of his pants. He looked over his shoulder at me standing there in my window wearing my nighty, I was wearing my bra and knickers under it but my nighty was too thick for him to see that fact.

He turned to face me...full frontal...and I mean, full frontal, naked apart from a red silk effect 'Man-thong'. My eyes dropped from his face to his thong, it looked like he had a banana hidden in his pants, a very small banana, a very small and bent banana. I caught a movement on his face in my peripheral vision and looked up at his face, he was grinning at me, I guess because my jaw had dropped down when I saw the outline of his dick in his tiny pants and also because my face turned bright red.

'Crazy Little Thing Called Love' ended and a record called 'Rock it' started playing, the beat was much faster and the tune louder, he started swinging his hips from side to side in time with the music, he danced to his window, the sill inside the window was an inch lower than the bulge in his pants caused by his plumbs dangling down inside. He unlatched his window and pushed it open and then he gestured for me to open my window.

I pondered his request for a moment and then opened my window, the music came over louder and he called over, "Hi, are you squatting in that flat?"

"No, we're renting it."

"That's strange, the owners have been trying to empty the place for the past year, I'm the...was the only one left in the whole block, funny that they gave you a tenancy."

"We don't have a tenancy, we have a temporary permission to reside contract with the landlord."

I deliberately didn't mention that my family actually owned the whole block of flats and that my mother had started divorce proceedings so the family had thrown us out.

"So, how come you were left behind after everyone else moved out?"

"Stupid clerical error really, they put the previous tenant's name on the eviction order and I didn't mention it to anyone until the bailiff came to take possession, I pretended that when I got the letter addressed to the previous tenant I just forwarded it on to him. They've got to wait for a new court date before they can start eviction proceedings again and they'll have to give me three month's notice all over again.

I smiled at that, it wasn't often that a tenant got one over on my family. The tune changed again, this time it was a track called, 'Don't try suicide'. He looked over his shoulder and then back at me, "Do you like 'Queen'?"

"She's okay but I prefer Harry and William!"

"Not 'The Queen'...Queen the pop group, this is their album, 'The Game', do you like it?"

"Not really, I don't like war time music very much."

"It's not war-time music you Muppet, it's from the eighties, it's the music I grew up to..." he started dancing in front of the window, "...at least you can dance to this kind of music."

I grinned at his 'Dad-dancing' routine, just the way my dad would dance at family events.

"So, did you move in with your husband?"

"My mother, she's out looking for work and I'm waiting for an appointment to see the head at the comprehensive down the road before I can start school again."

"School...so...how old are you then?"

"Fifteen...well...I will be fifteen by the time I get back into school."

His grin widened and even though he was swaying his hips to the sound of the music there was another movement that caught my attention, that small banana he was hiding started to move inside his underpants, it started to unwind, it was lengthening and thickening, it looked like it was about to pop over the top of his waistband, I caught my breath, was I going to see my first real life dick, even though it was fifteen feet away.

"So, is that a very pretty dress...or...a very-very pretty nighty that you're wearing?"

I felt my face heat up even more as I mumbled, "Nighty."

I saw his cock grow even more, the waistband of his thong was obviously too tight to allow the thick head of his cock to escape and so it pushed the stretchy fabric past the waistband, exaggerating the size of his cock, his dance had changed from just rocking from side to side and now he was rolling his hips and thrusting his lower abdomen in my direction, "Come on, I'm throwing all my best shapes, the least you can do is dance with me...even if you are fifteen feet away."

I started to sway my hips in time to the music, I wasn't used to the tune but at least I could follow the beat with my hips. As I swayed in time to the music, the red material stretched tightly over his cockhead was turning darker as his bodily fluids were leaking out of the eye on the end of his cock.

I swallowed hard, the way he was looking at me was as if I was doing a strip tease for him rather than just dancing in my own bedroom. I needed to break the silence between us, "Erm, what are you doing over there, it looked like you were working."

He looked towards the bench he'd been working at when I first saw him, "Oh that stuff, I get hold of old broken down computers, turn them into working computers and sell them around the local pubs cheap."

"And do you always work in just your underpants?"

"Not always, sometimes I work in the nude but I never wear clothes when I'm working on delicate computer circuits, static electricity can build up in clothes..."

The music stopped abruptly, "Brian, are you there?"

He looked over at me, "My brother, I'd better get this, he pressed a button on his mobile phone, "I'm here Paul, any good news for me?"

"Yes, I've got seven computers in part exchange over the weekend and I've been told to smash them up and bin them today...my manager is going out at eleven o'clock, he's going over to the Northampton store and he'll be gone for an hour, you can pick them up then."

"Okay, I'll see you just after eleven o'clock then."

The music started playing again, he was obviously using his mobile phone to stream music and he was throwing the feed into some kind of Bluetooth player. He had a very sly grin on his face as he looked back in my direction, "I don't suppose you fancy a drive to Wellingborough do you?"

"I can't..."

I looked around my bedroom, there was a book that needed reading, I didn't have any school work to do, I didn't have a single stick of entertainment in the flat and my mother had already warned me that she would be out all day and that my lunch would be in the fridge, just a sandwich and an apple.

"...how long will we be gone?"

"Ninety minutes tops."

"Have I got time to take a shower?"

He laughed so loud that I heard it over the drum beats at the start of 'Sail Away Sweet Sister', you obviously haven't turned the water on in the bathroom yet!"

"No, we didn't get moved in until late last night, haven't tried the shower out yet...why?"

"You'll see but after you turn the water on you'll realise that you'll come out of the shower dirtier than you got in it!"

I'd laid out my skirt and blouse that I intended to wear today but I changed my option to jeans and a T-shirt. I took my clothes with me into the bathroom...or rather the shower room, I turned the cold tap and a steady stream of cold water flowed sparkling out of the shower head. I turned on the hot tap and was about to put my hand into the stream to feel the temperature but pulled my hand back, the sparkling cold water suddenly turned a muddy brown colour.

I took my nighty off, I didn't bother changing my bra and knickers, just pulled my jeans and T-shirt on. I went back to my bedroom to close the window, Brian was just pulling jogging trousers on over the red thong, his dick had gone to sleep again but the wet patch on the front of his pants was now the size of a ten pence piece and perfectly circular.

"Hey, come round to the front door of block 'G', I'm in flat four-twenty-five but I'll meet you by the front door."

I picked up my front door key, my first ever door key, at home...at my old home, I never needed a key, my mum and dad didn't trust me alone in the house so one or other of them would be there when I got home from school, and if they weren't, I just walked across the meadow and popped into my grandparents farm until one of my parents got home. I closed the front door and looked at the other fourth floor flat, its door had been covered by a sheet of ply wood, six foot high and three foot wide, nailed with a thousand massive nails into the old doorframe. I ran down the stairs, two more boarded up doors on the third floor, the same on the second and again on the ground floor. We really were alone in this part of the apartment block. I ran around the block, turned left into the alleyway where there had been a shop some years ago blocking off the end of the light well separating the two rows of flats, left again into the street that Brian's front door opened out into. Brian was struggling down the last flight of stairs with a large yellow plastic box with 'Computer World' embossed into the front in purple.

Brian used his elbow awkwardly to press the door release button. "Give the door a push darling."

I pushed the door open, "I'm Sarah not Darlene!"

"Sorry but I said darling, not Darlene."

"It's your funny accent, where do you come from anyway?"

"Huddersfield, that's..."

"I know where Huddersfield is, I've been there before."

"My van keys are in my trouser pocket, can you fish it out for me please?"

He turned so that his left pocket was towards me, without thinking I dipped my hand into his pocket, as I found his key I also realised that my fingertips were brushing against his cock through his trouser's thin pocket liner. His cock jumped when I touched it, it rapidly inflated, just the way I'd seen it do earlier when he found out that I was only fourteen years old. I was about to giggle like a school girl at his reaction to my touch...or rather the reaction I'd expected him to make but his only reaction was his cock jumping into life, as soon as I had a firm hold on his key, he twisted his upper body so that my hand slipped out of his pocket.

"The smaller key fits the back door, can you open it for me please?"

"My dad's car doesn't have a key, so long as his fob is in his pocket, the door unlocks as he walks up to it and he puts his foot under the tailgate and the door opens itself."

I worked out how to unlock and then open the back doors on Brian's Citroen Berlingo van, it was the same colour as the box he was now pushing into the back and there was a ghost of brighter yellow that spelled out, 'Computer World' but the vinyl stickers had been removed.

"What's in the box?"

He grinned at me and opened the lid of the box, about a ton of broken electronics boards and bits of computer case. "The thing is, my brother has been told to smash up all the old computers that they took in as part exchange over the weekend and his boss will expect to see broken computers in the bin this afternoon, so all the bits that I can't fix, I save up and swap them at the shop for his old PCs."

"That's terrible, Computer World advertise their part exchange and say that they send the old computers off to India so that they can be recycled and used in Indian schools."

Brian's grin widened, "They did that but they found that recycled PCs were being sent back to the UK from India and people were buying them instead of new PCs so now they just bust them up...they think...but I get in first, at least at the Wellingborough shop and I'll probably get four good PCs to sell out of the seven old ones."

I handed him the keys to his van and he closed and locked the back doors. I was expecting him to try something on with me on the drive over to Wellingborough but I was surprised to find that he was quite funny, a hell of a lot funnier than my dad and from looking at Brian, he was a little older than my dad. I soon relaxed, it was more like being driven by one of my cousins or an old friend, someone closer to my own age than older than my father. We got all the way to Computer World and he had still behaved himself.

We drove through the main car park, past the front of Computer World, Brian was looking for the store manager's car. Brian suddenly pulled into a parking space and ducked down. Two cars were coming towards us, one was a police panda car and the other was a bright yellow Fiat Multipla, I wondered if Brian was hiding from the police until I spotted in small purple writing, 'Computer World Service'.

"Phew, that was close!"

Brian reversed out of his parking place and drove around the back of the line of shops, down the service road. He spent a few minutes wriggling the van into an awkward position in the middle of the roadway behind Computer World, "Can't you just park in the marked out space?"

"The cameras are placed to look over the parking space..." he pointed up on the wall, "...if I park here that camera can't see into the back of my van."

The bonnet of the van was pointing straight at the camera. Brian called his brother on his mobile phone and then got out of the van, he opened the back doors and just stood there, I got out of the van as well and stood next to Brian. I didn't need to be told that Paul was Brian's brother, they looked like identical twins, Paul said hello to me as he walked up to the back of the van without looking at me for the benefit of the camera. As soon as Paul was inside the screen caused by Brian's open doors, he put the yellow plastic box on the floor, took a pace to his brother and took Brian's box out of his hands, a seamless transition for the camera.

Paul carried on to the skip at the back of the store and tipped the scrap from Brian's box into the bin. Brian was pulling two desk top PCs out of his brother's box and placed them in the back of the van, then he held the empty box to make a second swap with his brother, two more desk top PCs were moved out of the plastic box. Even though the box that Paul took to the bin on his second trip was empty he still made a show of emptying it into the bin. The third trip brought out of the back of the shop had three laptops and Brian didn't empty it, he slid the third box into the back of his van.

He waited for five minutes at the back of the van after his brother went back to work, just so that it didn't look so suspicious when he closed the back doors and climbed into the driving seat. He started the engine, "Right, it's twelve o'clock, what did you have planned for lunch?"

"My mother made me a sandwich before she went out, she left it in the fridge."

"You don't look very impressed by that!"

I shook my head.

"I fancy a Mc Donald's, I'll buy you a burger as well if you like!"

I grinned and nodded my head. I had a big Mac, large fries and a McFlurry to drink. It took an hour to get through lunch and by the end of that hour I think Brian knew everything that could be known about me and my family.

"So, your mother served divorce papers on your father out of the blue, no arguing, no fighting before hand?"

I nodded my head.

"Did one of your mother's friends just get divorced?"

"Yes, one of her old school friends got divorced earlier in the year but Clair got the house, got a load of cash and she got his Mercedes CLK as well."

"Sounds like her friend got the usual payout, your mother probably thought that she would get the same kind of deal."

"It came as a shock to her when she was told that my grandparents actually own our house and my father gets the house as part of his job, just so he's living on the edge of the farm, my mother's lawyer can't even find out how much money my father earns a year either."

We drove back to Brian's block, "What time do you have to go home?"

"About four o'clock, my mum has an appointment at three-thirty and she thinks she'll be back just after four o'clock."

"So you have an hour, you can come up to my place if you like, listen to some music, have a drink with me or something!"

Drink made my ears prick up, my parents were liberal but my father never allowed me to drink any alcohol, not even at family meals when my cousins who were even younger than me were allowed a little wine with their meal.

I tried to look casual as I said, "Oh, I could hang out with you for an hour or so...if you like!"

"Okay, I'll drag all the computers up to my flat, can you stand here and hold the door open for me and keep an eye on my van so I don't have to keep locking the back doors?"

I did my work as doorperson and computer guard diligently, Brian picked up the plastic box with three laptops in and he ran up the stairs, five minutes later he returned with the empty plastic box. He popped two of the desktop PCs into the box and went up the stairs again, he didn't run up them this time. Ten minutes later he was back, the last two computers in the plastic box, he turned his left side to me again, "Can you get the van keys out again, close and lock the back doors, then check the other two doors are locked."

I slid my hand in his pocket again and again, my fingertips brushed the side of his cock as I felt around for the keys. His cock jumped into life again and formed a bulge in the front of his jogging trousers. Brian stood with his back against the open front door while I closed the back doors of the van and locked them. I walked back and he told me to go up ahead of him, "The flat's front door is open, I'll be up as soon as I can."

He'd already run up the stairs twice and down again twice, his third climb was the slowest of all and I was at his front door before he'd reached the second landing. I walked in the flat, the bathroom door was closed but the door to his back bedroom was open and I could see the three laptops and two desktop PCs sitting on top of his workbench.

Opposite the back bedroom door the door to the master bedroom was closed. Next to the master bedroom door was the living room, that door was open as was the kitchen door opposite, the kitchen was messy and he wasn't good at washing the pots. I walked into the living room, behind the living room door there was the foot of a double bed, the right hand side of the bed was pushed against the wall that backed onto the passageway and the storage cupboard at the end of the passage.

There was a flat screen TV against the right hand wall, a sofa in the middle of the room facing the TV and an office desk against the left hand wall with an office chair in front of a massive computer screen. I spotted a picture on the office desk, it was Brian with a girl, he had his arm around her shoulder and they were both grinning at the camera in the sunshine. The girl's dress looked odd, it was red, looked like silk but was more likely a manmade fabric. The front was scooped way too low, it had shoestring straps but they were set wide, not in the middle of her shoulders, the straps were right on the edge of her shoulders.

"That's my daughter Emily!"

I almost jumped out of my skin, I hadn't heard Brian come into the living room. She's at university now so I don't see her very often, she's up in Edinborough, she was actually born in Scotland so she gets her university fees paid by the government."

"I was just looking at her dress, it looked very unusual, was it a designer dress?"

Brian laughed, "More like stolen than designer, it was her mother's dress, Emily came on one of her visits and she brought that dress with her, she sewed a tuck under both arms to make the dress fit her better but it altered the balance of the way the dress looked. She left it here so she could wear it whenever she stopped with me, she won't be able to stay anymore, even if she wanted too, the roof over the big bedroom leaks, so I've had to move my bed into here and of course, I've turned the small bedroom, Emily' bedroom, into my workshop."

There was a bing sound from his computer, "Can you check that for me while I get our drinks? Probably a message for me from Paul."

I turned his screen on, he was running skype messenger. As the screen opened up there was a text message, 'Paul - Hey you horn dog, who was that gorgeous seat cover with you this morning?'

"Do you want orange or cola with your vodka? Was it a message from Paul?"

"Yes but he isn't speaking English so I have no idea what he is saying."

I heard the chinks of ice falling into empty glasses, "Read it out to me."

I read the message out exactly as his brother had written it. "It's you, he's asking who you are...tell him about yourself."

I was actually chatting to Paul while he was at work, he was asking me all kinds of questions about who I was and what I was doing with his brother. Brian kicked the chair from his back bedroom, it trundled up to my side on its little wheels, he placed two tall glasses of vodka and cola on the desk. Brian took over the keyboard as I sipped at the drink Brian had given me, the first sip burned the back of my throat.

'Paul - I'll bet Sarah would look fantastic in Emily's little red dress!!!'

Another message popped up on the screen, 'Glen - What's Sarah wearing at the moment?'

Brian smiled, 'Brian - Hey Glen, didn't realise that you were there reading the mail, where are you?'

'Glen - I'm at home, everyone is out but me!'

'Brian - Well, I can turn my webcam on if you're at home alone mate!'

There was a rapidly scrolling run of messages, at least five names rolled past, the last one was, 'Alan - Did someone say that Emily was back and that she was wearing her little red dress???????'

'Brian - No Alan, Sarah is here and Glen wanted to see what she looked like.'

'Alan - What about the little red dress?????'

Suddenly Brian appeared in a small box on the bottom of the screen, the image was tall and thin, the top of the desk made up almost half of the image and the top of the image ran all the way up to the ceiling. Brian reached forward and he flipped his webcam onto it's side, I appeared on the left of the screen, just half of me and the image captured Brian and his front window as well, he turned the camera and refocused it, we were roughly in the middle of the screen.

The message panel went mad, it looked like there were six men watching Brian's webcam feed and they were all commenting on me, how I looked, how I was dressed, how beautiful I was and then a message seemed to stop everyone in their tracks, I took a swallow from my glass as I read the now stationary message.

'Alan - STOP Shouting at her!!! Brian, do you still have Emily's little red dress at your house?'

Brian - Yes.'

'Alan - Do you think that you could talk Sarah into modelling Emily's little red dress for us?'

There was another rolling string of messages begging me to try Emily's dress on.

'Alan - STOP, not you bunch of Muppets...can Brian persuade Sarah to model Emily's dress for us?'

Brian looked over at me, "Well, you've read the messages; the guy's would love to see you wearing Emily's dress unless you're too shy to do it of course!"

I swallowed another mouthful of vodka, much bigger than the first few, it didn't burn my throat at all now, I was either getting used to the taste or the vodka had burned away all the taste buds at the back of my throat. It's always a problem when you meet a new person or a new group of people, how you presented yourself on that first meeting could determine your future relationship. Brian was the only other person living in the whole apartment block, over one hundred empty flats and just three people living in them, I shook my head, "I don't think I'm shy, I've performed on stage...only school plays...and I've danced in recitals."

Brian pushed his chair back and left the room, he went to the storage cupboard out in the hallway and returned carrying the little red dress from the photograph. What the photograph hadn't shown was that Emily had darted the sides of the dress in to narrow the top but she had also turned the bottom hem over about four times to seriously shorten the little red dress and make it even shorter but because of the turnovers the bottom of the dress was standing out, a little like there was a hula hoop sewn into the hem.

Another big swallow of my vodka and coke, "You can change in the bathroom, the door lock works if you don't trust me!"

I took the dress and went to the bathroom, I looked at the bolt on the back of the door for a long time, it would make a noise and Brian would know that I'd bolted the door and that I didn't trust him. I left the door unlocked, I stripped down to my bra and knickers, I pulled the dress over my head and looked in the mirror on the wall over the sink. I actually laughed; it looked like I had two champagne classes standing upside down on the neck line of the dress.

I took the dress off again and looked at my jeans and T-shirt, should I put them back on, should I put the dress on and look ridiculous or should I take my bra off and wear the dress the way Emily had worn it.

I took a deep breath and reached behind my back, my bra sprang open and fell down my arms. I put it on top of my T-shirt and pulled the dress on again. I looked in the mirror, I was bigger on top than Emily had been in the photograph, my areolas were peeping out over the neckline of the dress, I pulled the front away from my chest and shook myself, my areolas slipped just out of view.

Another deep breath and I returned to the living room, Brian had taken his shirt off, I saw from the screen messages that Brian had been goaded into taking it off by his friends out in internet land, they were trying to get him to take his trousers off too but he was resisting them.

I went to sit down at the computer again but the screen went wild with requests for me to move into the middle of the room and do a twirl for them. I stood back up and stood just in front of the back of the sofa. Brian took the webcam down off the top of his monitor and flipped it back into portrait mode and set it down on the edge of the table, then he zoomed in so that I was framed in the on-screen image from the top of my head to the bottoms of my shoes.

I did a full rotation and when I was back facing the screen the messages all said to turn my back to the camera and lean over the back of the sofa a little so that they could see the backs of my legs. I did a one-eighty and put my hands on the back of the sofa and leaned forward slightly, I looked over my shoulders, as soon as my back had turned there were dozens of messages telling Brian to put the camera on the floor to give them a better view of my legs.

I realised that I could clearly see half the back of my knickers on the small screen image. "Hoy...cheeky bugger." I stood upright and put my hand on the back of the dress to close the view of my knickers to the World Wide Web.

Brian put the camera back on top of his monitor and we sat down next to each other again, men out on the internet were asking me questions like, 'Glen - You told Paul that you didn't have a boyfriend, have you ever had a boyfriend?"

'Brian - No, I've never been allowed to have a boyfriend, my dad always said not until I'm sixteen at least.'

I giggled when I saw Brian's name on the message I'd sent, it looked like he was saying he couldn't have a boyfriend before he was sixteen years old.

'Alan - Have you ever kissed a boy that you weren't related to?'

'Brian - No.'

'Colin - Would you kiss a boy that you weren't related to and not even going out with...like if you were dared to do it?'

'Brian - Probably.'

'Alan - What about a man instead of a boy, would you kiss a man if you were dared to?'

I knew where this was going, I looked at Brian, he was chuckling as he looked at my discomfort, I took another swallow of vodka.

'Brian - Boy...man, I don't see much difference really!'

'Colin - So if we dared you to kiss Brian...would you?'

I started giggling, partly because of the messages and partly because of the alcohol. I felt warmth on my left shoulder, I looked and saw Brian's hand, his arm was draped over the back of my seat and he was just brushing his fingertips over my shoulder, just from the top of my arm, over the strap of the dress and an inch closer to my neck and then back again. if one of the boys at school had done something like that I would have suspected that he was trying to push the shoulder strap off of my shoulder.

I looked from his hand to the screen, there were three messages, all the same, 'Kiss him!'

I looked to my right, my eyes locked onto Brian's, he pulled me slightly closer and he leaned in, my eyes closed on auto pilot. My first kiss that wasn't with a relative and...'OMG', Brian knew how to kiss; it started a fire in my stomach and moistness running a little lower down. I felt a movement from his lips and thought that the kiss was at an end but Brian was just repositioning himself, he pulled me against him harder, turned my upper body slightly more to face him and his tongue came knocking on my lips, I opened them and let his tongue play in my mouth. I knew that girls usually measured kisses in Mississippi's, they talked about it all the time at school, fifteen or twenty Mississippi's would be considered a passionate kiss but none of the girls had ever mentioned the boy slipping their tongues into their mouths before.

We were still kissing in front of the camera and being watched by at least five men on the internet. I felt Brian's hand slip off of my shoulder and down onto my back between my shoulder blades, his fingers slipped down to where the back of the dress started and then his hand stroked towards my arm again, the tips of his fingers rubbing up and down where the left shoulder strap was, the tips of his fingers easing under the strap.

I suddenly had a falling feeling, it felt like I was falling forwards, probably because Brian was putting pressure on my back to get his fingers under the strap holding the dress up. I reached out my hand to steady myself, stop myself falling onto Brian, my hand was on his upper thigh, he swivelled slightly in his seat but still keeping lip-lock on my mouth...in my mouth. I felt the heel of my hand bump into his dick as his lower body rotated, just like earlier, his reaction was instant, his cock jumped to attention. I left my hand there a moment longer and then came to my senses a little, pulling my hand away and then straightening my upper body, pulling my mouth away from his.

I looked at the messages on the screen, I also spotted my image on the screen, my face was bright red and my left areola was just peeping over the front of the dress because of the way that Brian had been playing with the strap on the left side of my dress.

The screen's message panel was full of suggestions, my hand landing on Brian's cock and his subsequent erection hadn't been missed by the camera or the men on-line, three men were telling me to pinch Brian's nipple, 'Glen - Pinch Brian's right nipple, try to get it as excited and hard as you just did to his cock!'

I was just taking a swallow of my vodka when I read Glen's message, I almost spat my drink out as I started laughing mid swallow. I looked into Brian's eyes again questioningly, he just nodded his head and I put my glass down, I turned to face Brian more and reached out with my left hand to touch his right nipple. Strangely for a man, Brian's nipples were very responsive to my touch, they stood out as I pinched them and grew slightly. I smiled at the effect my pinching and touching had on him.

I turned back to the screen, 'Colin - I've seen Brian's nipples much harder and bigger, try sucking it and biting it hard!'

I giggled again, I had no intention of doing that but Brian's hand slipped up from my upper back, he grasped the nape of my neck and pulled my head forward, he placed my mouth over his right nipple and even though I had no intention of doing it, as my lips pressed against his nipple and I felt how hard it was against my lips I sucked it into my mouth. I sucked, licked and bit down on his nipple and it almost doubled in size in my mouth.

As I was nipping Brian's nipple his right hand slipped onto my upper thigh on my left leg, because Emily's dress was so short, there was at least eight inches of bare flesh exposed. Brian rubbed his hand back and forth a few times along the line of the bottom hem of the dress before slipping over the outside of my left thigh and starting to move up under the hem of my dress. His hand was nowhere close to the danger zone so I just kept on sucking and nipping on his right nipple. I didn't worry what Brian's right hand was doing until I felt his palm rubbing over the right side of my knickers. Actually, I was less worried about where his hand was than about where the camera was, I assumed that by now everyone on-line could see my knickers and more than just the side, the front of the dress I was wearing had been lifted by his wrist as he fondled my hip over my knickers.

I pushed my upper body away from his, I didn't push his hand away though, I just looked at the screen to see how much of my knickers were on display. There was a very definite camel-toe on view to the world, I still didn't push his hand away from my left thigh but I did press my right hand down on my lap to push the bottom hem of the dress down over my knickers, closing the camera's view of my knickers.

The screen went wild, lots of messages that just said 'Booooooooooo!' or 'Spoilsport', my eyes flicked over to the bottom right hand side of the screen, it was ten to four, I whispered, "I've got to go, my mum could be home any minute."

It felt to me a little like I was running scared, coming just after I'd pushed the hem of my dress down to cover my knickers but I still didn't push his hand away, he moved his hand a little lower, off of my side and more onto my bum cheek, still on the outside of my knickers, he palpated my bum and then patted it twice, "I know, you have to go, don't want your mum getting suspicious about what you've been up to do we?"

Brian sent a message to the group, telling them that I had to go and that if they behave themselves, I may come back again another day to play a little more. There was a role of messages wishing me well and asking me to come back soon.

I went back to the bathroom and took the dress off, the crotch of my knickers were soaking wet, reminding me of the wet patch on the front of his underpants while we were talking across the sun well. I actually felt disappointed that I was changing from Emily's sexy dress and back into my school girl clothes. I almost saw my excited nipples shrink back down as I pulled my bra back on. Once dressed, I took Emily's dress back to Brian and gave him a quick kiss, handed over the dress and ran for home.

I went through the flat's front door and called out "Mum!" just to see if she had reached home yet. 'Sandwiches' rushed into my head, the sandwiches that my mother had made for my lunch before she left home this morning and that, by four o'clock, I should have eaten. I rushed into the tiny kitchen and checked the fridge, the sandwiches were in a food bag, I grabbed it and then heard the rattle of the key in the lock, mum was home already, I couldn't dump the food in the bin, mum would see them. I ran to my bedroom, closing my door just as mum opened the front door.

I looked over at Brian's back bedroom, his window was wide open still and he was sitting at his work bench checking out the new computers he'd just picked up. I spotted instantly that he'd taken his trousers off and was sitting in just his posing pouch or man-thong. I wrote, 'Please bin me.' on the plastic bag and then did my best softball bowling move, lobbing the bag full of sandwiches through my open window, they went through his window and hit him on his shoulder. He looked over at me and read the message before grinning at me and then he started eating my sandwiches.

I looked down at my jeans, there was a tell-tale darker patch between my legs, my knickers had been soaking wet when I put my jeans back on but the run home had worked that wetness through to the outside of my jeans. I was taking my jeans off as I welcomed my mother home, I stood talking to her through the closed bedroom door and realised that Brian would be able to see me standing in my T-shirt and knickers, I looked over my shoulder, he was standing at his window, his cock was trying to escape his underpants as he stood looking at me, the small wet patch that I'd seen earlier was now covering half of the front of his pants.

I stepped into my skirt quickly, the skirt that I had planned to wear today before Brian invited me out on his raid of 'Computer World'. I draped my jeans over the back of a chair with the legs spread wide apart so the crotch could dry out.

I almost danced out of my bedroom, I'd been quite depressed about losing all of my stuff and access to my friends over the past month but today's little excursion had been more exciting than anything I could ever imagine...certainly more fun than I'd ever had at home before.

Mum looked done in, she was slouched on the sofa, her shoes off and she was wriggling her toes, "You look done in mum!"

"I am, I've never walked so far in my life before, I'm still not used to not just jumping in my car and driving wherever I want to go."

"Would you like me to make you a cup of tea?"

"Please darling..." she tilted her head down so that her nose was close to her armpit and she sniffed herself, "...while you're doing that, I'll take a shower."

"Erm, you'd better take a look at the hot water in the shower before you set your heart on that!"

We went together into the bathroom and I turned the hot tap on, the water looked more like chocolate than water when it started flowing. I was about to turn the tap off, "No, don't turn it off, it could just be rust in the pipes, this block hasn't been occupied for almost a year."

We left the hot water running full blast and I went into the kitchen to make a pot of tea while mum went back to the living room to sit and rest. I checked the water three times and after twenty minutes the water was running clear and I turned it off again. Mum drank one cup of tea and then went to take a shower. The bathroom was so steamed up from having the hot water running for so long and the first thing she did was open the bathroom window. I was back in my bedroom by the time that mum went into the bathroom so I heard the window open and saw a puff of steam leaving the room. Brian was at his window instantly and I leaned out of my bedroom slightly, the apartment block had been very badly built, Brian could see right into our bathroom if the window was open and he was there, watching my mother undress. He picked up one of the side covers of an old PC and a white board marker, he wrote, 'Your mother is very pretty!!!' and held the metal cover so I could read it. I saw his cock jerk and he rubbed his message out and wrote, 'She has a lovely body but your tits look nicer!'

I pulled my yucky face, Brian suddenly moved to the left, I could still see him but my mother couldn't, I heard the water stop running, she'd obviously just stepped out of the shower and he was in danger of being spotted. His hand was down the front of his underpants and he was rubbing his dick under the cover of his underpants.

Mum left the bathroom and crossed into her bedroom, another message, 'I'd have preferred to have seen you in the shower though!'

I remembered that I'd needed a shower earlier but was put off by the dirty water, it crossed my mind that I could go and take a shower, I walked in the shower room with the intention of doing exactly what my mother had just done but I chickened out, mum had closed the window over after she had finished her shower and I didn't have the courage to open it again while I took my own shower.

I stripped naked and as I stepped into the shower cubicle I looked at the window and I could actually still make out that Brian was standing at his open window and I realised that what I could see of Brian as he rubbed his cock, he could probably see the same amount of my own body. I continued to wash myself as I watched Brian bobbing up and down, I saw him shudder and then he just leaned against the window frame watching me as I rinsed off the soap. The bathroom door opened and my mother walked in, "I'm sorry darling, I'm not used to the fact that we're sharing a bathroom now. I'm glad to see that you didn't open the window, I think the guy opposite can see in here if the window is open."

"Didn't I hear you open the window before you took your shower?"

"I did, I didn't realise that there was still someone living over there, he was served with eviction papers three months ago, this whole complex was supposed to be empty by now, I got a surprise when I saw him standing there watching me showering."

I looked nervously towards the bedroom window opposite; Brian must have seen my mum walk in because he was out of sight. Mum looked at the window too, "Mind you, whoever put that obscured glass in there must have been an exhibitionist, it may as well be clear glass for all the good it's doing."

"When you realised that there was a man over there did you close the window?"

"No...well...I was soaking wet and covered with soap, I didn't want to make a mess, I just turned my back on him and finished my shower."

Mum turned her back on me and dropped her towel, I was shocked at her walking in the bathroom while I was using it, even more shocked that she had dropped her towel and was standing naked in front of me.

"Errrrrm, mum, if the guy from over the back was peeping at you in the shower, do you think he's safe...you know, is it safe for us to live here on our own, just the two of us and him just fifteen feet away?"

"Darling, you'll learn that the men who are open about things, you know, like him are safe, he was open about watching me, he didn't try to hide...he could easily have closed the curtains and peeped through the gap in the curtains."

I stepped out of the shower and mum draped her arm over my shoulder, "This takes me back to when I was your age, our house only had one bathroom and it was the only toilet in the house as well, people always walked in on us when we were in the bath or using the toilet."

"Not grandpa Paul!"

"Oh yes, even my dad would come in the bathroom to use the toilet while I was in the bath!"

That was a shocker, "Didn't it embarrass you when you were my age, having your father walk in on you when you were naked in the bath?"

"No, not at all, I was still going in the bath with my mum or dad when I was thirteen."

Now that was a family secret that I'd never heard before.

"Actually it was a pity that your father wasn't as open as my dad, he stopped us doing all kinds of things, the reason we never had a beach holiday as a family was because your father didn't want other men looking at me wearing a bikini and the same went for you too, he wanted to withdraw permission for you to go to swimming lessons because there could be boys at the pool, that was one of the reasons that you only went to all girl swimming lessons because the school said that you had to do swimming lessons."

My mother seemed to be looking down at the hairs covering her pussy mound, to me it looked like she had a razor sharp triangle of hair, not a strand out of place but she was brushing her fingertips up and down both sides of her triangle.

"I hope that you didn't mind being on your own all day today because I got a little temporary work for tomorrow and if I do okay it could be all week, they open the office at eight o'clock in the morning and I can work until eight o'clock in the evening if it isn't too hard or too boring...It's a good job I had a bikini wax before your father cut off my access to his credit card, I'd have to work eight hours tomorrow to afford a wax like this."

I grabbed my towel and swaddled myself in it from head to toe before pushing past my mother and heading for my bedroom. Before I closed my door I watched my mother walk totally naked from the bathroom to her bedroom, she shivered and smiled at me, "I did miss being able to walk around the house naked, your father would have killed me if I'd done it while I was with him." I got another smile from her and then she went into her own bedroom.

Mum dressed in her nighty and nothing else, she was cooking a pasta bake in the oven, I was wearing a clean T-shirt, bra, knickers and skirt that came down to my knees, I joined my mother in the kitchen, every movement set off a wobble under her nighty and that wobble set her off giggling all over again. While the dinner was cooking my mother looked at how I was dressed,

"Now that your father isn't around to impose his rules you can be a little more relaxed, you can wear your skirts shorter, you can even have a boyfriend if you like, I'm sure that you'll meet lots of boys when you start at the comprehensive school."

After dinner we sat in the living room talking, mum was telling me all about her day, usually I would have reciprocated but today I didn't, I just said that I'd been reading in my bedroom all day.

We had another early night, I looked out of my window but Brian's back bedroom light was off, I could see the glow from his living room light through the flat. I read for thirty minutes and then turned my light off.

After the day that I'd had I wasn't surprised that my hand slid down over the outside of my nighty, I pulled it up out of the way and then my fingers slithered inside my knickers, my fingertips ran through the thin covering of hair over my pussy and my legs parted. I hooked my index finger over to find my clit, just one touch had me gasping but then I stopped. I could hear gasping from the direction of my mother's bedroom. We had both just started to masturbate at exactly the same time, just eight feet and two walls that were obviously made out of tissue paper and balsawood, like Japanese walls. I suddenly remembered why I hadn't massaged my clit the night before, every breath could be heard everywhere in the flat.

I lay listening to my mother going through a massive orgasm, it wasn't as if she didn't know that I'd be able to hear her doing it, she had commented the day before that every sound travelled throughout the flat, her main comment was that it was a good job the other flats in the block were empty or we'd never get to sleep for all the noises. Previous tenants of the block had all complained about the noises coming through from all the other flats in the block. One of the reasons that the buildings were being pulled down, the other was because my grandfather was going to build a two floor shopping mall with five floors of student flats above. I drifted off to sleep with the sound of my mother's orgasm running all around the flat.

My sleep wasn't totally restful, all night long my mind replayed what had happened in Brian's flat over and over again, the dress I'd worn, the camera that men on the internet were watching me on, Brian, the kisses, his hand under my dress...what might have happened if I'd had just a little more time...

'Click'...'Clack'...'Click'

I opened my eyes. 'Clack.' Something was hitting the window, I opened my curtains, it was light out but still very early. Brian was throwing something at my bedroom windows and when he saw me open my curtains he held up the side plate of the old PC again with, 'Has your mother gone out yet?'

I turned and did a quick scout around the flat, I had no idea what the time was, we still didn't have a clock anywhere. Her bedroom door was open and the room was empty as was the living room, the bathroom and the kitchen. All that was left in the flat were me and a note from my mother, 'Sandwich for your lunch in the fridge, back late and will bring dinner home from the takeaway.'

I went back to my bedroom, opened my window and said, "My mum's gone out to work, she left me sandwiches for my lunch again, she won't be back until sometime this afternoon."

Brian put his impromptu notice board down and I saw that all he was wearing again was underpants, this time, proper underpants, not a posing pouch.

"You can come over then sometime, later on for a bit."

"What time would you like me to come over?"

"You can come over now if you like, you don't even have to change, just pop a coat on."

"I'm going to have my breakfast now, I can come over in about half an hour if you want me to."

"Okay, it'll take me about half an hour to finish robbing the documents and pictures from all of these new PCs before I wipe them."

"What does that mean?"

He laughed, "Well, because Computer World tells them that their hard drive will be wiped clean before the PC's are sent to India, they don't bother to delete any of their old files, I usually find a few interesting photographs and an address where the people live, I can make more money out of selling them their pictures back than I ever make out of selling second hand PCs."

I filled a bowl full of chocolate flavoured, mixed grain breakfast cereal. It wasn't my usual...well...my old usual breakfast cereal by Kellogg's, since my father cut off access to his money, my mother had to find cheaper alternatives, this stuff was made to look like sea shells, coated in poor quality chocolate and a kilogram box was two pounds less to buy than coco pops in a similarly sized box.

As I ate my breakfast I pondered what I should wear on my visit to Brian. A shiver ran through my body as I remembered the dress Brian's friends had asked me to wear. I didn't own anything close to being that sexy, Brian had suggested that I didn't bother getting dressed at all, just go round to his place wearing my nighty...that would be a massive leap on my part, leaving the house wearing just my nighty...albeit with a coat on top for the walk around the street.

I was almost the same size as my mother and the thought hit me that my mother wore shorter skirts than I owned and her skirts had been getting shorter since she served divorce papers on my father. I threw half of my breakfast away, it tasted disgusting, I'd have to make a deal with my mother, get her to buy better cereals and I'd eat less of them so the price should be similar in the end.

I washed my bowl and spoon, I washed the dirty pots my mother had left before she went to work as well. I crept into my mother's bedroom on the tips of my toes, silly really, my mother was two miles away working in an office and no matter how badly the soundproofing was in our new flat, she wouldn't hear me going into her bedroom.

I didn't have a wardrobe, all I had to store my clothes on was a cheap clothes rail from Argos. My mother had a similar rail for her clothes but the last tenant from the flat had left a rickety old wardrobe that my mother had cleaned up and Uncle Paul had picked up screws and brackets from the local hardware store and he had braced the old wood together as best he could so that my mother could use it.

All the clothes on the rail were 'Mumsy' clothes, the kind of clothes that my mother would wear to the Women's Institute or to go to meetings of the Parent Teacher's association meetings, even wear to church, not that she'd been to church since my dad left us, I'd not been either in a month, after going to church almost seven hundred and thirty Sundays on the trot it seemed strange to miss the last four.

I opened the wardrobe door, the frame lurched to the left under the weight of the door, there were two low shelves, her underwear sat there neatly folded and the skirts and blouses were anything but 'Mumsy' clothes, short skirts, slit skirts, wrap over skirts. Her blouses and tops were sexy too, scooped neck, deep cut 'V' neck, see through in all shades of colour. I picked out a black, very sheer but just opaque blouse, I also took a black bra and French cut knickers and a black skirt that was, if anything, even shorter than Emily's dress from yesterday. The skirt was a 'Rah-rah' style, when I dropped it on my bed to get changed, it fell in a perfect circle with a hole in the middle, a massive black polo covering my bed.

Before I took my nighty off, I looked over at Brian's back bedroom, he was concentrating on the line of computers on his workbench so I stopped in my bedroom and changed quickly.

I locked the flat door and marvelled at my own key again, it was very hard to get over the fact that I had my very own front door key. I hadn't bothered to put a coat on as it was so warm and as I closed the front door to the block, I turned and my skirt floated up as if it were a parachute. I locked the door and turned again, turned faster this time and my shirt's bottom hem lifted even higher. I giggled to myself and set off towards the alleyway from my road through to Brian's road.

"You looking for business darling?"

I almost jumped out of my skin, a total stranger had spoken to me in the street and I hadn't even spotted that anyone was around.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"Are you looking for business darling?"

'What the hell is he on about?' rushed into my head, whatever he wanted, I didn't like the look of him, he was probably the first ever black man to speak to me in my life, I just shook my head with incredulity and headed for the alleyway again. He followed me to the end of the alley, I hurried my pace in case he followed me down the alley. As I passed the recessed door to the closed down supermarket I spotted seven condoms scattered around the ground in front of the doors, their necks had been wrung and tied in knots and their little teats were bloated with man-seed, I looked up, could the seven condoms have been thrown out of an upper window? I discounted that option, the flats above the shop were all boarded up, even the outer door was covered in a thick board.

I stood outside Brian's block and pressed the call button to his flat. The door buzzed, telling me that he had released the electronic lock, I pushed the door open and made sure that it latched closed behind me, the black man was ten feet behind me and he watched me as I walked along the passageway past the two boarded up flats on the ground floor. He was watching me closely as I took the first step, I looked over my shoulder, he gave me a wide grin, showing off his snow white teeth and two gold caps.

I felt totally safe being behind the front door of the block and knowing that it was securely locked behind me so I flicked my hip and swished my tail with each step I climbed. By the half way landing I guessed that he was getting a good view of my knickers but I didn't care,

When I got to the top floor, Brian's front door was open. I stopped at his back bedroom door, all five computers were running, they were all feeding into a switch box so that just one screen, keyboard and mouse could work them all without swapping and changing. Brian wasn't there, I heard a sound from the kitchen and before I could move on to the kitchen door he was out in the hallway, he wrapped me in his arms and hugged my body into his, as he kissed me passionately I felt his dick grow against my belly through his underpants.

"You look gorgeous darling, a very sexy outfit...I can't see any of my friends asking you to change clothes today...maybe ask you to take your clothes off though..." Brian giggled at his comment.

He returned to the kitchen and I looked in his living room. The office chair from his workbench and his office chairs were both in front of his PC. He came out of the kitchen with a tall glass in each hand, I assumed that he'd made vodka and coke again, like he did yesterday. He opened his arms and shepherded me into the living room.

"Do you know John Flowers?"

"There was a John Flowers in my village...my old village"

"One of the PCs that came in yesterday from Computer World belonged to him I think, you told Paul where you used to live when you were chatting to him while I was being barman."

Brian had a portable hard drive on his desk, there was a list of folders on the screen, the seven latest folders were labelled 'PC eighty-one' to 'PC eighty-seven'.

"I think John's PC was number eighty-three."

Brian opened folder 'PC eighty-three', inside the folder were three other folders, 'My Pictures', 'My Documents' and 'My Music'. Then he opened the 'My Documents' folder and it was empty.

"No, can't be that one, probably 'PC eighty-four', won't take long to find it."

'PC eighty-four had documents in the 'My Documents' folder and the first document Brian opened was a letter from John Flowers to the local council and obviously had his address on the top right hand side of the letter."

'Glen - Sarah looks very pretty today.'

I pulled Brian's keyboard over in front of me and typed

'Brian - Thank you Glen.'

'Colin - Very pretty Sarah...did you find any porn on that John bloke's computer Bri...could be an eye-opener for young Sarah to see what a man in her small village was looking at on line.'

Brian looked at me and he grinned, I returned his smile and noticed that his left arm was resting on the back of my chair. There were several messages telling Brian to use whiteboard so that everyone could see the pictures and watch my reaction to them.

The pictures in John Flowers 'My Pictures' folder were ordered by age, from the oldest to the newest. The first twenty pictures were very boring, pictures around the churchyard, pictures of the front of the pub and the village store. The next picture had me in it, well, me, my mum and my dad.

'Glen - You look very young in that picture Sarah.'

Brian tabbed to the explorer view and he took over the keyboard.

'Brian - Sarah was eleven in that picture.'

The next picture was my family walking through the doors and into the church. Brian checked the properties of the picture, I never realised just how much information a picture could carry behind the scenes, even the type of camera was recorded and in that picture it said that the camera was an 'iPhone six'.

"Looks like John was snapping your family on his mobile phone."

The next picture showed me sitting by the centre aisle on a pew, my mother was next to me and then my gran and my grandpa and on the side aisle my father. He needed to be there because during the service he would be up and down like a yo-yo. The next picture was a close up of my knees and then my mother's knees. Then another picture that showed the whole pew, my dad was just getting up and moving towards the transept so he was about to stand at the side of the pulpit and perform a reading from the bible. The next picture was a close-up again, I could see my knees and my mother's but while my knees were tightly closed together, my mother's were apart and with the magic of computer graphics, Brian lightened the photograph a little and I could clearly see my mother's kitty, not her knickers, she was in church and she was commando, not only that, but she obviously knew what John was doing with his camera and she was deliberately flashing him.

The screen comments went wild, comments were coming in from about ten men about my mother being a dirty bugger. The next file wasn't a picture, it was a video. I walked out of the church first with my friend Amy Brentwood, my mother followed me and my father followed her. The Priest was standing to greet his congregation and shake their hands. My father stood next to the priest and he was shaking everyone's hands as well. I was obviously bored with waiting and was skipping up and down the path to the road and chattering to Amy.

Mum turned to face John, she grinned at him and walked away from my father towards John.

"Do you have to film every bloody thing on that fucking phone?"

"Only you my darling, I was pleased to see that you left your knickers off today, so much healthier for you to breath."

"I don't breathe from down there"

There was a sudden movement and the picture of my father and the priest shaking hands turned into the eighteen hundred year old stonework of the church wall behind the east wall of the church, behind the alter. There was a jerk as my mother's back bumped into the stone wall and the sound of kissing, then the camera turned sideways and went into unfocused shot of the bottom hem of my mothers skirt. I watched as her thigh lifted and the camera went under her leg. There was the sound of the wind being knocked out of my mother's body and suddenly the picture was of a man's cock going in and out of a woman's pussy...my mother's pussy.

Did you turn that...God...Huh...fucking...huh...huh...camera off."

"Of course I did darling."

There were several seconds of my mother being fucked against the east wall of our church with her legs in John Flowers hands.

"Don't cum in me, it's my wrong time of the month!"

There was a grunting sound, and then, "Too late darling, you should have told me earlier!"

John's cock slipped out of my mother's cunt and a long string of semen dropped to the gravel path, the sound of people talking and coming close to where John and my mother were doing it, a large globule of semen fell from my mother's cunt and then John let her legs go, he stepped away just as two of our neighbours walked past the end of the church.

I had sat mesmerised at the sight of my mother being fucked by one of our neighbours in the open, in the churchyard and with all of our family standing around them and now that the video had finished the messages were rolling again.

'Glen - Pity it's Sarah's mum being fucked in the churchyard, that video could have been worth a fortune.'

I felt pressure against my left shoulder, Brian was pulling my upper body against his, I turned to look at him and our lips met, he took my right hand and placed it on his left thigh, the tips of my fingers were on his underpants, he pulled his tongue out of my mouth and whispered, "Feel what seeing him fuck your mum did to me!"

I knew exactly what he wanted me to do but he wasn't pushing it, our lips crashed together again and this time Brian was teasing my tongue out of my mouth and into his and as my tongue reluctantly wriggled into his mouth my hand rubbed forward on his thigh and up onto his cock through his underpants.

There were faint clicking sounds from Brian's computer, his mouth turned into a grin against my lips and he pulled his mouth off of mine, the clicking's were hundreds of messages rolling up his screen too fast to read but basically telling Brian that he was a lucky sod because my hand was rubbing over the outside of his underpants as we kissed.

There were more pictures of people around our village, several dozen pictures of me and then another video file, the created date of the file made it three months after the fuck video from the church yard and was around my twelfth birthday. Brian ran the movie, the opening scene was a macro shot of a palm and then the hand moved away. Opposite the camera's position was a big screen TV. John Flowers looked at the TV screen and then turned the camera slightly so that the sofa was the focus of the image.

There was the sound of a doorbell and John stepped down off of something, he walked over to the TV and turned it off before walking out of shot.

"Looks like a hidden camera video to me."

My mother walked past the camera and its lens sending the image crazy.

"Is everything ready for Sarah's sleep over?"

"Yes, eight twelve year old girls running around the house screeching and screaming at each other all evening, I need something to fortify myself before that starts."

"I told you that instead of a sleepover with her friends, you should have brought Sarah over here for a sleepover with me, I'd give her a birthday to remember!"

While John Flowers was saying that he was undressing her, he stripped her totally naked in about thirty seconds, all she was wearing was a wrap-over dress and a bra, not another stitch of clothing.

"I told you that because of the way her father insisted on bringing Sarah up, she'd run a mile if a man ever showed her his cock!"

John's hand went between my mother's legs and she gasped with pleasure.

"I've been watching Sarah growing over the last three months, I'm sure that I'd be able to get in her knickers if you just got her in the same room as me."

"That would do her some good, I'm worried that she's going to end up a lesbian because her father won't allow her to have any male friends."

"Get your trousers off and see to my needs you perverted bastard, just forget about Sarah, concentrate on me!"

"No, I'm not going to fuck you until you agree to get me and Sarah in the same room!"

My mother was pulling at John's clothes but he was pulling away from her.

"Okay, let me get her birthday out of the way and I'll work out how you can get to talk to Sarah, at least get her in the same room as you!"

He didn't take his trousers off, my mother was totally naked but all John did was pull his zip down and take his cock out before climbing on top of my mother.

Brian chuckled as John started pounding away into my mother. Brian suddenly pulled the front of his underpants down and his cock popped out, the material just slipped down under my fingers, leaving them rubbing up and down his now bare cock.

"That John bloke was wrong see, my cock is here and you haven't run a mile...so did your mum ever arrange for you to be in the same room with John Flowers?"

I was looking down at my hand and his cock, I rubbed my fingers up and down his cock, after a few rubs and without him saying a word I turned my hand so that my fingers could wrap around his cock and now I was wanking him off slowly. I looked from his cock to his face, he smiled at me and we bumped lips for a minute while I continued to massage his cock. I pulled my face away from his and looked over at the computer screen. I could clearly see Brian's cock and my hand rubbing up and down, I could and so could the rest of the world.

'Glen - So, did your mother arrange for you to meet John Flowers?'

Now I had to think about that question and then I remembered the week after my twelfth birthday party and sleepover my mother took me to the Civic Centre to the Woman's Institute meeting and as usual I could only stand fifteen minutes of the boring rubbish they were talking about before I asked my mother for some money so I could get a coke from the bar at the other end of the building and John had been there to play squash and he had tried to have a chat with me in the bar before I went back to the meeting room.

I nodded my head.

'Glen - Well, what did he say to you?'

I leaned forward and typed, 'Brian - I ignored him, I was at a WI meeting with my mother and went to buy a cola and he was in the bar, he tried to talk to me and buy my drink for me but I was always told not to talk to strangers so I just paid for my own coke and went back to the meeting.'

Brian started the next video clip, it was my mother again, she was standing in Coppicemoor Spinney by the sign welcoming people to the wood and showing a map of the paths. I would probably have recognised the wood though, our family owned a farm at the side of that wood, Uncle Paul managed the farm for the family. Mum was wearing her posh mackintosh, it was expensive because it could be worn while riding a horse, it had a vent at the back that reached the small of her back, there was a strap that could be buttoned over for when she wasn't riding a horse.

"Come on, show me!"

My mother looked exasperated but then she unfastened the top button of her coat and peeled the collar open, flashing her left breast for John and his mobile phone, showing she was topless under the coat.

"And the back."

Mum gave a deep sigh and she stamped her feet petulantly as she turned her back to him, the strap over the back vent was missing, just the two buttons that should have held the strap in place shone out in the afternoon sun.

"Come on, show me!"

Mum flicked the vent up on one side, her backside was totally on display, she was totally naked under her coat.

"Right, you know what you have to do if you want me to fuck you, go on and do it!"

The camera bounced up and down as John Flowers followed my mother around the footpaths inside the woods. There were branches and leaves between them, John was following my mother at a distance, hidden from view slightly. My mother came across a man walking his dog in the woods. She engaged the man in conversation and after five minutes, she turned her back on the man and, holding her legs perfectly straight, she bent at the waist to fuss the dog.

John zoomed in on the man's face, the man bent away from my mother slightly and he looked down at the backs of her legs and then his face illuminated with a grin when he realised that he could see bare bottom through the back vent of her coat. He reached out, slipped his hand inside the vent and he rubbed her bottom inside her coat. Mum looked up from stroaking the dog and gave him a smile. He flicked the left half of her coat over her hip and then the right. Mum was now nude at the back from her waist downward. The man unzipped and stepped in behind my mum and he fucked her as she fussed with his dog.

The man was thrusting at about one hundred thrusts a minute and within five minutes he was grunting through his orgasm, it was only then that he started looking around to see if anyone was coming as he was spurting his seed into my mother's pussy.

I thought that would be the end of the video but it wasn't, mum walked away from the man and his dog and a few yards further along the path she came out in front of John, "Will you fuck me now?"

There was the sound of a quad bike riding past mum and John, just a few feet away, the fence to one of our fields was just three trees to the north of where mum and John were standing. John started casting his phone to the north, I spotted Uncle Paul on his Red Kawasaki six-fifty quad bike. Paul had a tool box on the back of the bike and a few, four foot long, round stakes, the usual support for a barbed wire fence.

John started moving to the west and eventually Paul came more clearly into view, Paul pulled his shirt off and wiped his face on a towel that was stuffed into the tool box on the back of his quad bike. I heard my mother whimper, "Nooooo!"

"Yes, if you want me to fuck you, you have to offer it to your brother-in-law first."

"But I did the old man for you already..."

John cut her off sharply, "You did and if you want me to fuck you, you'll fuck Paul as well."

John filmed my mother working her way through the underbrush from the path to the fence line. Paul had pushed the point of the new stake behind the barbed wire to replace a rotten stake that had snapped. He'd hefted the slide hammer five times before my mother reached the space where Paul was working. Paul had hammered the stake into the ground deep enough and then he stopped to chat to my mother. She picked his towel off of the back of his quad bike and she was wiping the sweat from his face and then his chest.

All Uncle Paul was wearing was his shorts and as my mother chatted to him and wiped her way down his body Paul's cock grew under the soft cotton of his shorts. There was a kiss, the usual kiss to each cheek but Paul added a third movement and kissed my mother on her lips. I felt something under my chin, Brian was unbuttoning the front of my blouse as I watched my mother and my Uncle Paul kissing each other.

Paul clambered between the strands of barbed wire so he was on the same side of the fence as my mother and they kissed again. Paul dragged my mother deeper into the wood, out of sight of the farm house but closer to John Flowers. It didn't take Paul long to open my mother's coat and push it off of her shoulders so that it fell against the roots of the tree that Paul was now pushing my mother against. His shorts were down around his ankles and they were both naked, just a few feet from a public footpath through the wood.

As Paul fucked my mother, I was watching them intently and as I was watching them fuck, my right hand was still rubbing Brian's cock up and down and he was pulling my blouse off of my shoulders and down my left arm.

Paul was grunting, I was getting good at spotting when a man was climaxing, his fluid fucking movements were now ragged and he was slamming his body against my mother's harder and harder. 'Peep...peep!'

Someone was in the field sounding the hooter on the quad bike, "Paul...Paul, are you there?"

My father's voice calling out to Paul and as my dad's voice sounded out above Paul's gasping Brian was pulling my sleeve off of my right arm, I had to let go of his cock so he could get my blouse off. Brian let my hand go free and I returned it to his cock as he started rubbing his hands over my breasts.

"Oh, you are there, dad sent me over, he needs your signature on the planning application for the new barn, it'll be a rubber stamp job but it has to be your signature."

John panned to Paul and my father, Paul wearing just thin cotton shorts with a streak of wet over his cock, my dad was wearing a suit and his Italian leather shoes in the mud. John panned back to my mother, she was still totally naked, just one elm tree between her and my father. John moved behind Paul and my father as Paul leaned the paper that he had to sign on the seat of the quad bike. John started fucking my mother right there, just eighteen inches away from two members of my family and as John fucked her he was holding his phone to the left, filming the action and every so often my father came into focus as my mother gasped through her orgasm.

As the film ended Brian kissed me again, "Would you like to have a little kiss and a cuddle on the bed?"

I let my eyes flick down to my picture on the bottom left of the screen, I could see Brian's hands playing over my breasts through my bra, I nodded my head and took another drink of my vodka.

Brian picked the webcam up off the monitor and played out the chord connecting it to the PC, he routed the cable along the front wall and across the right hand wall to the side of the TV, just a foot away from the bed. I was walking slowly, nervously, from the seat in front of the computer and to the right of the sofa, "Would you like to take your skirt off, we'd be more comfortable without it!"

I stopped short of the bed and took my skirt off and as I did Brian pulled his underpants all the way off so that he was naked and I was wearing my bra and knickers. I didn't look at the monitor; I'd seen that where Brian had placed the camera it covered the full length of the bed. Brian slid across the bed close to the wall and lay on his right hand side, he smiled at me as I finished stepping out of my skirt. Brian gave me a smile, he had made himself comfortable, lying there totally naked while I was still in my bra and knickers. I had a quick conversation with myself, 'He's going to take your bra and knickers off eventually, it'll be more difficult and awkward undressing you while you're lying down sooooooooo...'

I looked at the camera and then back at Brian, he stopped smiling and looked worried, I think it ran through his mind that I was going to make a run for it. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra, Brian grinned again as my bra fell to the floor, I took a deep breath and pushed my knickers down so that I was as naked as Brian and then I joined him on his bed.

We were a tangle of arms, hands and lips as we wrestled together on the bed. I lost track of time totally but I'd guess that we'd been rolling around on the bed for about an hour. I was lying on my left, facing Brian with my back to the camera, "It'll be lunch time soon, how would you like to put on a little show before we go out to lunch?"

"Haven't we been doing that already?"

"Something a little more special!"

I smiled, took another kiss, "What would you like me to do?"

"Roll over onto your other side."

I turned my back on Brian and he slipped his right arm under my waist and then he wrapped his left arm over my left hip, his palm pressed into my abdomen and he pulled my buttocks against his cock, "I don't have any condoms today but I'll get some for tomorrow so instead of shagging you properly, I just want to use the soft flesh at the tops of your thighs to get myself off."

Brian eased his cock between my thighs and he started fucking his cock between my thighs and as he worked on getting himself off, he used the fingers of his right hand to massage my clit and send me over the moon with pleasure. Even with my back to him I could tell that he was close to his climax just from his breathing and how his movements became more ragged.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt too much, just relax!"

I couldn't understand what he meant until his fingers left my clitoris and pushed his cock upwards as he pulled his hips back, he stabbed his hips forward as he started spurting but instead of shooting strings of semen between my thighs, he pushed his cockhead against my anal muscle and injected his seed deep up my bottom, it didn't hurt all that much as his cock didn't actually enter my bottom, he just pushed his cock hard against my muscle and the spunk slipped up me.

Brian stepped over my body, he rolled me onto my face and pulled me off the bed so that my knees were dangling in free space and my upper body was face down on the bed. He picked the camera up and brought it just an inch away from my bottom and as he pressed his thumb against my left buttock and his index finger against my right buttock, I looked over at the PC's screen as Brian prised my bum cheeks apart to show the world my bum hole as well as my pussy. Because of the energetic rubbing that Brian had been doing in my pussy it was bright red and looked like a monkey's bum that had been spanked. My bum hole seemed to give a wink and suddenly it burped Brian's white and frothy spunk out and I watched as about a gallon of semen ran from my bum.

Brian's mobile phone burbled, "Speaker on!"

"Hi, is that Brian?"

"Yes mate, what can I do for you?"

"Kevin at the pub said that you might have a second hand laptop for a ton!"

"I have mate, you can come round and pick it up or if you're local I can deliver, cash on delivery."

"I'm in Church Street but I'm only home for my lunch break but I'll be home again at nine o'clock this evening."

"I'm only just round the corner, I can be there in five minutes if you've got the money."

"I have, pop round now then if you can."

Brian gave me a tissue to wipe up his residue from between my legs.

"Shall I wait at home until you've finished with that bloke?"

"No, come with me, we can get chips from the chip shop on Main Street."

I picked my bra up, "No, just put your blouse and skirt on, leave the bra and knickers here."

Brian already had his jogging trousers on, he hadn't bothered to put underpants on. I remembered my mother on the videos, she never seemed to wear knickers, in fact, the last video she didn't have anything on under her coat.

I pulled my skirt on and my blouse. My tits were very wobbly, much too big to walk out without a bra on and as I looked down, I could really tell that I wasn't wearing a bra and I also realised that I'd chosen that blouse because it was a little see through but now, with no bra on, it was very see through.

Brian collected a laptop from his stock and we walked down to the street, the black man I'd seen earlier was still prowling about, when he saw me, when he saw that he couldn't see a bra under my blouse his grin widened, he must have remembered that earlier he could see my bra...well, my mother's bra under the blouse.

We walked to the address that Brian had been given for Church Street, the man welcomed us in, Brian started the laptop up and was showing the guy what programs it had pre-loaded but the man spent all his time looking at my breasts. I had to smile, I was still a virgin but I was driving men crazy already and when I flashed my bare bum at the guy the front of his trousers suddenly got very wet from the inside out...

17,000 Words.

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