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First written: 24 June 2010

Published : 31 October 2019

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Johnny's Brother Simon
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, m/f, Mm/f, b/g, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

I had decided that after Peter's birth I wouldn't be getting pregnant again, well, not until the other three children were a lot older, I felt tired, my body had been under constant stress for almost seven years, since I had fallen pregnant with Sarah, Peter was almost a year old, I had promised myself that when he reached his first birthday I would wean him off of my breast totally, give my body a few years to get over the constant demands of making babies and then milk to feed them. Johnny had asked why I was weaning Peter off of my breast so early. With Sarah and Dawn I had breastfed for almost two years, not from my own choice, always encouraged on by Johnny, even though he had never stopped in the same room as me when I was actually feeding from my breast, Johnny would be approaching me for sex again, I estimated that in three months time he would be knocking on my bedroom door once again, that had been the pattern he used the past two times.

Johnny's plan would be to fill my belly again when Peter was around fifteen months old, Johnny's excuse would be that it was his birthday and he often chose his birthday as the day to have sex with me. It would mean that if he made me pregnant again then the fourth child would fall into his pattern; one baby every two years. It was strange but then so many things about Johnny were strange, why he wanted so many children when he had so little to do with them, why he wanted there to be two years between each child, well I knew the answer to that I thought, Johnny had four brothers, he was the third, Johnny was forty, then there was Paul who was forty-two and Ron Junior was forty-four, the fourth brother was an accident, Simon was only seventeen, I had heard, or half heard that after Johnny was born June had contracted an infection in her womb, the infection had been treated but the doctors had told June that the chances were that she would be sterile following such a severe infection, she hadn't waited to find out, she had simply removed herself from her husband's bed, it was after all a sin, in her eyes, for a man to 'lie' with a baren woman, Simon had been an unguarded moment while the spirits were high one Christmas, emotional spirits as well as the alcoholic kind, Ron had managed to get into June's knickers for the first time in over twenty years and he made the most of it and made Simon in the process.

I hadn't had much alcohol in my life, I had a single glass of champagne on my wedding day, the day I lost my virginity, lost it to my new husband, we had spent our first night in Johnny's mother's bed, I had been given a white, full length, cotton nightdress and had slipped in between brand new Irish linen sheets, white as snow, Johnny had raised the front of my nighty, fumbled his cock out of the hole in the front of his pyjamas and underpants, then slipped his body on top of mine, he pulled the leg of my knickers to one side before he pushed his hard cock between my thighs and into my dry and unprepared vagina. He didn't make love to me as I had read in the cheap romance novels that had been my only contact with romance to that point in my life, he didn't fuck me either, he simply pushed his cock in as far as he could, lay still on top of me for a few minutes then pulled back out again, "I hope you were telling me the truth about being a virgin!" And that was it, my wedding night was over.

In the morning my nighty and the bottom sheet were handed to my new mother in law over breakfast, she ran her fingers over the dried blood on the back of the nighty and then searched the sheet for the spot of blood there too. Both items were folded carefully and placed, unwashed, in a blanket box on top of similar items from Ron junior and Paul's wedding nights, "Still enough room for Simon's trousseau too!"

I was shocked by her comment, Simon, at that time was only ten years old, she was planning that far ahead. Did she plan to keep my dirty linen, unwashed, forever?

Johnny had told me that he hadn't gone further on our wedding night as he didn't want me to fall pregnant straight away, he wanted me to get used to married life, the day after our wedding he had given me two years grace, "Yes, in two years time will be soon enough for you to give me my first son!"

And two years later I did give birth to our first child, not a son but a daughter, we named her Sarah. I hadn't had a drink of alcohol from the night that Johnny put Sarah in my belly, I had either been pregnant or breastfeeding ever since, so, I decided that as soon as I had finished breastfeeding Peter I would organise a dinner party and reacquaint myself with alcohol.

On the evening of my first dinner party with alcohol I had invited two local couples, they weren't exactly friends, I often talked to the women at the bus stop while we were waiting for the children to be picked up by the school bus. The first hour went well, I was drinking very moderately but Johnny had been hitting the wine rather harder, he had followed me into the kitchen when I took the dishes away after the starter, "What do you think you are doing drinking wine?" he had demanded, "I'm not feeding Peter anymore."

"Why not?"

I explained that I wanted some time for my body to get over the demands of childbirth and breastfeeding, "Time, how much time?"

"I don't know. A few years I guess!"

That had put the cap on the evening, Johnny had hit the bottle and before the sweet was served Johnny was much the worse for drink, then out of the blue Simon turned up, it wasn't unusual for Simon to turn up at odd times of the day and evening, almost any time he was passing, he wasn't as close to Johnny as his other two brothers but he seemed to like me and he definitely loved Sarah, Dawn and Peter. Simon ended up helping Johnny to bed while my guests and I ate our pudding, Johnny's drunkenness had soured what had started out as a very convivial evening and as soon as the food was eaten my guests thanked me and made their excuses to leave.

Simon returned to the living room, he poured himself a large glass of wine and started to eat Johnny's sweet; Simon had poured me a large glass of wine too and was pushing me to drink it, "I'm eating his sweet, what else of his can I have tonight?" Simon said with a grin.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, I was just wondering something!"

I had already drunk more during the evening than I had drunk in my life to that date and was extremely tipsy. Simon decided to sit on the sofa, taking his drink with him, as he passed me he picked up my glass, filled it with wine and handed it to me, then he took my hand and pulled me over to the sofa with him.

We sat on the sofa for an hour chatting, Simon was clever, funny and very intelligent, he had me laughing for almost an hour as he encouraged me to drink the rather large glass of wine that he had poured for me. Simon got up and fetched two more glasses of wine, when he returned he sat closer, the chat turned a little more serious, "I noticed that you guys sleep in separate bedrooms, so is there still any physical contact between you?"

I was mid swallow and almost choked on my wine, this lead to more questions from Simon, I would never have answered the questions if I had been sober but as I was very drunk I was answering Simon honestly.

Without meaning too I laid my sex life with Simon's brother open wide, encouraged to go on by empathetic comments from Simon about his parents and the way they were as he was growing up, like the fact that Ron and June had only had sex once in over twenty years, the time that resulted in his birth and that his father had confided in him that he had been unfaithful a few times over the years and that he was totally sexually frustrated but now that he was sixty years old he found it difficult to get women interested in him, I looked a little puzzled as I heard, "Your dad is very handsome, I'm sure that there are thousands of young women out there who would jump into bed with him!" coming out of my mouth.

Simon was sitting on my right hand side, his left hand dropped onto my right knee, "So if my dad needed a little help from you, you'd be okay with him coming round to see you when Johnny is at work?"

I started to splutter a little and started staring at his left hand, stroking my right knee, Simon reached over with his right hand, slipped it around my left hand and lifted my hand and the glass that I was holding in it to my lips, "Come on, take another drink!"

As soon as my eyes left Simon's hand it slipped along the inside of my upper thigh, he was stroking the soft flesh then palpating it, his hand was about half way between my knee and, well, the other place that men are interested in! I took two huge gulps of wine at Simon's encouragement, then Simon took my glass from my hand, it was almost empty anyway, he placed the glass down on the table at his side then quickly his right hand returned, catching the back of my neck, I had just managed to spot where his left hand had got too, it was out of sight, under my dress and starting to move further under. My head was pulled into close contact with Simon's head, he kissed my cheek then moved his head so that his lips were touching my ear, "You won't find me or my dad anything like Johnny in bed, I can promise you that, I'm far bigger than my brother and my dad is bigger again!"

Then Simon took my earlobe between his lips and sucked gently before nibbling, sending shudders through my body. Simon's right hand slid down from my neck and onto my shoulder, he was pulling me harder against him, my right knee had been turned so that it was pressing against his left thigh, as he pulled me I sort of pivoted on my knee and found myself sitting straddling Simon's thighs, facing him, his lips now pressing against my own, his tongue pressing against my lips to get into my mouth. Now this is the kind of thing that I had read about as a teenager in my trashy romance novels, Johnny had never kissed me so passionately in eight years of marriage; just Simon's kisses were making me breathless.

I lost track of time as my lips wrestled with Simon's, I had tried to keep his tongue out of my mouth at first, now I was welcoming it in, and fighting to push my own tongue into Simon's mouth. I could feel Simon smile against my mouth, he had pulled me so hard against him that my abdomen was crushed hard against his stomach; he started to kiss down my neck, kissing and gently nipping at my neck with his teeth, then he moved onto my shoulder, he sucked the skin over my right clavicle into his mouth, sucking hard and biting down too, I was gasping for breath, I had never felt anything like the pleasure and the pain as he sucked hard on my flesh.

Simon took my left hand and pulled it between our bodies, he pulled his stomach muscles in and pushed my hand down the front of his trousers, his own hand followed with difficulty, he guided my hand down and around his cock. As soon as I felt his cock my fingers closed loosely around it, then with his left hand he slackened off his belt and opened his trousers, he bit down harder on my shoulder and then started to rock his hips slightly so that his cock slipped between my fingers, I was gently masturbating him, or rather, he was using my hand to masturbate himself, I knew that I shouldn't be doing this with Simon but I felt so good and so horny that I couldn't stop.

Simon's left hand slipped under my dress and round my bottom, he was easing my knickers down, then he pulled me hard against him again, suddenly I could feel the heat of his cockhead on my lower abdomen, Simon kissed round to my left shoulder and began to suck my skin again, I was almost out of my head, then Simon started gasping for air and he took over massaging his own cock, wrapping his hand around my fingers and masturbated himself rapidly. I felt the heat as scalding hot sperm shot all over my abdomen and stomach, shooting up higher than my belly button.

As soon as Simon finished shooting his sperm over my lower body his hand left mine and slipped in an instant between my legs, there was no skin on skin contact, he pressed the cotton gusset of my knickers up into my cunt and began rapid massage of my pleasure button through the rough cotton of my knickers. I reached an orgasm in record time, not my first ever climax, Johnny had taken me to a few climaxes in our life together, never with his fingers though, as I gasped for air Simon surprised me again by speeding up his hand movement and pressure, Johnny always stopped as soon as he heard my breathing change when he fucked me, Simon was different, he was spurred on by hearing my pleasure increase and started taking me higher and higher until I lost control of my body totally and spurted piss out all over Simon's lap and my sofa, I started to try and escape but Simon clamped down on me, increasing pressure and speed of his massage, sending me to ever greater heights of orgasmic pleasure and ever more piss spurting over Simon's lap.

Eventually I managed to free myself, I pulled away and ran to the downstairs toilet to empty my bladder properly in the proper place, not over my brother-in-law's lap, unfortunately there was no laundry basket in the downstairs toilet and, unfortunately for me, no fresh linen either, my knickers were so wet that I had to drop them on the floor, then I realised that the front of my dress had fallen down onto my stomach which had been liberally covered in Simon's spunk, so now the front of my dress was soaking too, I used toilet paper to clean my belly but there was no way to dry the front of my dress. I stayed in the toilet for a good ten minutes, I was hoping that Simon would be a gentleman and leave allowing me to be alone with my guilt.

When I returned to the living room, Simon was still there, still sitting in the same spot that he had driven me to the heights of pleasure that I had never dreamed possible. I felt the heat in my face as it reddened with embarrassment, Simon stood up and made a move toward me, I broke for the kitchen but Simon caught me before I could get out into the garden, I fought him off as he forced me against the door, turning me to face him, eventually he overpowered me and his lips locked against mine and I melted into him, his hand was pulling at the front of my dress, lifting the hem higher and higher, his fingers found my naked pussy and he started to search for the opening, bare fingers finding my engorged clitoris and beginning to excite me all over again. Simon started to widen his attack, his fingers going further into my open vagina, unfortunately for Simon, and I guess for me too, I had made such a commotion trying to escape Simon's lust that I had woken Sarah. I was opening my legs wider to allow Simon full and unrestricted access to my pussy, willing him on to give me even more pleasure when, "Mummy, what is Uncle Simon doing to you?"

I pushed Simon away from me and tried to pull my dress down to cover my nakedness while using Simon to shield me from my daughter's gaze. I managed to push Simon out of the house; now that Sarah was awake there was nothing more for Simon to try. As he left he said, "Thanks for the fun Victoria, I'll let my dad know how you feel about him and I'm sure he'll be calling by soon!"

Then Simon stopped and turned back towards me, my face was once again bright red, "When do Peter and Dawn go to playschool?"

I shook my head, "Never mind, I'll arrange something!"

I closed the door, I was breathless, almost as breathless as I had got while Simon was masturbating me, I leaned my back against the door as if to stop Simon from returning.

"Mummy, I saw Uncle Simon touching your 'tiggy' while he was kissing you!"

I shook my head, "You were imagining it darling!"

Sarah looked closely at my neck, "Am I imagining them 'suck bites' on your neck then?"

How the hell does a five year old girl know what a 'love bite' is all about?

I took Sarah back to her bedroom, Dawn was fortunately still sleeping soundly, Sarah was full of questions, like, "Are you going to have Uncle Simon's baby now?"

I checked my reflection in the mirror on the front of the kid's wardrobe, the two bright red bruises, one either side of my neck were shining out like belisha beacons, it was a good thing that Johnny was soundly sleeping, I didn't have a nighty that would hide the marks, the next day I would have to find a winter top with polo-neck, to hide Simon's childish branding, and at some point during the day I would have to find a little make-up concealer so that I could wear my nighty without Johnny noticing the marks.

I had given Peter, what I thought, was his last meal at my breast at six o'clock in the evening, I should have bound my breasts tightly with crape bandages as soon as I finished feeding him but I had wanted to 'dress up' for the first dinner party in our new village, my best frock had shoe-string straps and a thin bodice, I had a strapless bra that would allow the top of my dress to show me off to my best advantage, my plan was to bind my breasts at around ten o'clock, by which time I had expected my guests to have left, it was now almost two AM, I was standing in my daughter's bedroom looking at vicious looking marks on my neck, my breasts were already heavy with milk, milk that would be no good to feed Peter on as I had been drinking rather a lot of alcohol during the evening, a proportion of which would turn up in my milk, I was too tired to even express the milk that was no good, I would have to go to sleep with my breasts painfully heavy with milk already and the prospect of them getting heavier and more painful still during the night.

Peter woke early as usual and I had to drag myself out of bed after only three hours sleep, Peter refused point blank to eat the cereal that I had brought specially to feed him on during his weaning from the breast to 'normal' food, he was making so much noise and fuss that I eventually rescinded and gave him my breast, he started to get sleepy within a few seconds so I had to move him over to the other side before he fell asleep, he had hardly made a dent in the milk from either breast before falling into a merry sleep. It was almost time for Johnny to get up so I had to rush to find my polo necked top to hide my indiscretions of the previous evening with my young brother-in-law.

Johnny worked around the house all morning, Peter slept all morning, fortunately Sarah had been invited to a birthday party so there was no chance of a slip on her behalf to Johnny about what she had seen the previous evening. I managed to get out to the chemists for the makeup that I would need before bedtime and once again I hadn't been able to do anything about stopping the milk in my breasts, I was quite grateful that once Peter woke up, he wanted his dinner as soon as he woke up and he wanted his dinner from my breast, once again, before putting a dent in the amount of milk I was carrying in my breasts Peter fell into a deep sleep again.

Johnny picked up Sarah from her party just after lunch, he dropped her off and went straight off to visit one of his store managers in Luton, almost as soon as he left the house Simon's car filled his space on the drive, Simon wasn't alone, when I saw another boy around the same age as Simon and a younger girl step out of the car with Simon I breathed a sigh of relief as well as feeling a pang of disappointment.

"Hi, this is Jerry Maultby, one of my mates from school and his little sister Rebecca, Rebecca had a colourful children's book under her arm, as soon as they were inside the house Rebecca said, "Hey girls, Simon told me that you have a neat playroom, I've brought this book, my personal favourite, to read to you guys, how about showing me the way to your playroom?"

As soon as Rebecca had taken Sarah and Dawn to the playroom Simon lunged at me, once again I fought him off and once again as soon as his lips touched mine I lost the will to fight, I looked nervously over towards Jerry, he had taken a chair in front of the table and was sitting there watching every move Simon was making on me. I had a skirt and the polo necked top on, Simon's hands were all over me, he tried to lift the bottom of my skirt up but I pushed his hand away, then he grabbed at my breast roughly, through the thin material of my top, he squeezed and palpated hard as his tongue forced its way into my mouth, I closed my eyes, tried to block out the fact that one of Simon's friends was sitting there watching everything like a hawk.

Simon pulled away from me, looking down at the palm of his hand, then at the front of my top, I looked nervously toward Jerry, he was sitting up now, huge grin on his face, "Bloody hell, is she still breastfeeding?"

Simon nodded his head, "I thought that you said yesterday that you wouldn't be feeding Peter anymore, especially after last night?"

"I couldn't stop the milk last night, something came up!"

Simon laughed out loud. Jerry cleared his throat and beckoned for Simon to go over to him, I watched as Jerry whispered something into Simon's ear, I used a little kitchen towel to try and dry a little of my milk from the outside of my top, usually, if I were alone I would fold the towel several times and push it inside the cup of my nursing bra. As Jerry whispered to Simon they both kept looking over at me, Simon kept laughing, a very sinister laugh it was too, then Simon came back to me, I backed away until my backside hit the sink, Simon kissed me again. I melted into his arms once again, if I closed my eyes I could push Jerry out of my mind, Johnny wasn't very big on kissing, wasn't very big on showing any signs of affection, it made such a difference to my usual life to have a man kissing me, making love to me, that's love with a capital 'L', not fucking which would be a small 'l'.

Then Simon kissed around to my ear and whispered, "Jerry is thirsty!"

I swallowed hard, I realised that Simon wouldn't have whispered if his request was innocent, "What would he like, tea, coffee or, there is a little wine left from last night!" I said, speaking at my normal volume.

"No, he wants milk!"

Simon again whispered, I wasn't stupid, I knew exactly what Simon was getting at, he was once again palpating one of my breasts through my clothes, I reached for the fridge door and started to open it, Simon moved his mouth from my ear to my neck, just below my earlobe and nipped it hard with his teeth, "You don't want me to brand you right up here where everyone can see it do you?"

I shook my head, "Well then, stop being so stupid, you know exactly what milk I want you to give to Jerry!"

I lifted my shoulders and dropped them again, "How?"

"The same way that you feed Peter!"

"He's a little big to sit on my knee!"

Simon pulled me through to the living room, turned me and pushed me onto the sofa, Jerry followed on behind, he sat next to me, then turned his back to me and eased his back onto my lap, "Jerry here is a very deprived boy, his mother never breastfed him, Okay! So, what would you do next if Jerry were Peter?"

I lifted the front of my polo neck shirt and opened the flap on the front of my nursing bra, Jerry just sat there staring at my nipple, I didn't like being looked at, it was one of my problems that my mother had given me by the way she had brought me up, I felt more uncomfortable with Jerry looking at my naked breast than the prospect of feeding it to him. I put my hand on the back of Jerry's head and pulled it against my breast, Jerry bit my nipple hard and I pushed his face away, "Sorry mummy!"

Then Jerry fell against my breast again, this time he was sucking properly, Simon was standing, watching his friend sucking hard at my breast, I thought that it would have made me very uncomfortable having Simon watching like that but suddenly I felt the pressure in that one breast easing as Jerry emptied it dry.

Jerry fed on both breasts, emptying both, it was the most comfortable I had felt in years, then I was pulled to my feet and Simon led me to the kid's playroom, Rebecca was reading her story to Sarah and Dawn, when she saw us in the doorway she stopped, she had two sheets of paper and a pack of coloured felt tipped pens, "Why don't you girls draw me a pretty picture showing what the story was about and if you are good girls and stop in here, make me the best drawing in the world, and when I come back I'll finish the story off for you!"

Rebecca stood up and joined us in the doorway, Jerry put his arm around Rebecca's shoulder, then he looked at Simon, "Where's the bedroom mate?"

Simon directed Jerry to my bedroom and then he pulled me along after Jerry and Rebecca, we stood in the doorway watching as Jerry pushed Rebecca onto my bed and then climb on it as well, Simon left me as Jerry started to kiss Rebecca on the lips, his hands fumbling at the buttons down the front of her school blouse, she slapped his hands away and took over the task of unbuttoning her own blouse, I watched as Jerry roughly stripped his sister's blouse from her shoulders and all the way off. I was starting to think that they couldn't be brother and sister but the family resemblance was far too strong, as they rolled around on my bed they could have been twins.

Simon was at my side, he was kissing me passionately but kept letting me see the progress his friend was making with his sister, Rebecca was now totally naked and she was helping her brother to undress, I was shocked at myself, I should have been horrified at the sight of the two youngsters, brother and sister, rolling around on my bed but I was totally fascinated by what I was watching, I had never seen two people having sex before, Johnny always insisted on the room being in total darkness whenever we had sex and that wasn't very often. As Jerry started to move over his sister Simon was pulling my polo neck shirt up over my head, I lifted my arms automatically and was glad that it came off quickly, as the two youngsters on my bed came back into focus Jerry was lining his cock up on Rebecca's pussy, she lifted her legs and crossed her feet over her brothers back, as he pushed his cock into her she lifted her bottom off of the bed to meet him, my bra dropped to the floor totally unnoticed by me, suddenly there was a blur of activity, Jerry's bottom was going up and down like the main piston on a steam train, at a guess, Jerry was thrusting into his sister something like four times faster than Johnny had ever pushed his cock into me.

I watched mesmerised as Jerry fucked his sister, as I watched, Simon was unfastening my belt, Jerry was trying to kiss his sister but her head was thrashing from side to side, the noises she was making had been perfectly described several times in Cosmopolitan magazine, she was chaining one orgasm into the next in a perfect display of the orgasmic art form. The button and zip on my skirt had been opened and it and my panties had fallen to the floor.

Jerry started to gasp, he was at the end of his cycle, he had washed Rebecca out, rinsed her out and was now on the spin cycle, gasping for air, Jerry rolled off of his sister, Rebecca pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at her cunt, "You dozy bastard, you know you're not supposed to cum in me this week!" Jerry was silent, he was looking over at me, Simon was bending over, pulling my leg out of the tangle of material that was my skirt and knickers, suddenly I realised that I was standing in front of three people, totally naked, that was three more than had ever seen me naked in my life to that point.

Rebecca realised that Jerry was ignoring her telling him off, she looked in my direction to see what he was looking at, then she smiled at me, I was slowly starting to move my arms to cover my breasts with one arm and my pussy with the other, Rebecca smiled up at me, then she put her arms out like she wanted me to pick her up, Simon pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down onto the bed, Rebecca helped him to manoeuvre me so that my head was close to her abdomen and my knees were close to her head, Simon was pulling my legs so that I was straddling Rebecca's head and Rebecca was pulling my head down to between her legs.

It was like a bolt of electricity flowing through my body as Rebecca's tongue fired out of her mouth and into my pussy, it was obvious that I wasn't the first woman who she had pleasured in that manner, I on the other hand was a total novice, Rebecca was using her hands on my head to encourage me to follow her lead, as my tongue tentatively left my mouth and found her soaking wet cunt, the salty bitterness of it surprised me, then I realised that instead of Rebecca's honey-pot, I had the drippings from Jerry's cock to eat my way through before I got to the true taste of Rebecca.

I lost track of time and of the number of times Rebecca brought me to my climax, I was, however, aware that I had managed to reciprocate and bring Rebecca off several times, then other hands were exploring my body, I was vaguely aware of Jerry's hands exploring me, I was also aware of Simon in the doorway talking to someone, had I heard him correctly I would have worried a lot more when he said, "No Sarah, Johnny and Rebecca aren't hurting your mummy, Jerry is just trying to put a baby in your mummy's tummy!"

The reason I couldn't hear Simon properly was because Jerry's cock had replaced his sisters tongue inside my body, Rebecca had been relegated to licking and sucking my pleasure button as her brother pounded his meat into my body like a steam hammer, the force of my orgasm was cataclysmic, feelings and emotions stronger and more powerful than I had ever felt in my life before, feelings and emotions stronger even than the three times I had given birth put together.

I felt the volcano of spunk spewing from Jerry's cock, drenching, burning, deep inside my womb, as soon as his cock slipped out of my cunt Rebecca's tongue was hungrily seeking out every drip and drop that she could find of her brother's seed inside of me, it was like being attached to a Rebecca sized vacuum cleaner hose on maximum suck.

As I started to come down from my orgasmic cloud nine I heard Simon's voice out in the passageway, "And if you promise not to tell daddy what you just saw I'll try and get you a boyfriend next time I call round when your daddy is out, then I can play with your mummy while you play with a boy and feel what it's like!"

I dressed quickly, Rebecca was still naked, she was trying to kiss me on the lips, the afterglow of my climactic indiscretions was very short lived and now I was totally ashamed that I had allowed myself to be used by Jerry and his sister, and of course, by Simon! I rushed out of the room, I had expected Simon to stop me or at least to follow me, when I arrived at the top of the stairs, still alone, I suddenly felt, well, almost let down. I walked back to the bedroom slowly, I heard Rebecca say, "OK! But don't cum inside me this time!"

Then her voice was muffled, I looked around the doorway, Rebecca was on her knees, Jerry was behind her fucking her doggy style while Simon stood at her head, his trousers unzipped and his cock buried in Rebecca's mouth. I went down to the playroom.

Sarah was looking at me strangely, I didn't know exactly what she had seen, well, how much of my infidelity she had actually witnessed, I picked up Rebecca's book and started to read from where Rebecca had left off, every time I looked up Sarah's eyes were burning into me, accusing me of betraying her father, as I read the story there was a background soundtrack of Rebecca being fucked, Jerry was verbalising as he fucked his sister, I hadn't realised that so much could be heard in the playroom, Sarah had obviously heard me as I was verbalising on the tip of Rebecca's tongue and then, louder still on the end of Jerry's cock, that was obviously why Sarah had come up to investigate.

"Mummy, did that boy put a baby boy or girl in your tummy?"

It wasn't Sarah asking, it was Dawn, now I was confused, Dawn was at the drawing table, she was drawing her usual picture, a house, mummy, daddy, Sarah and Peter all in the picture, then she drew Uncle Simon in as well, then, without looking up, "Sarah, should I draw Rebecca on a bed with that boy or with mummy?"

I gasped, "Just Uncle Simon, only draw Uncle Simon!"

It seemed to take all afternoon for Simon, Jerry and Rebecca to finish playing in my bedroom, I was on edge all the time, Johnny could have turned up at any moment, as soon as the three of them left I rushed up and stripped my bed, the mattresses was soaked with sweat and two men's sperm and two women's lubricating juice. I should have left the bed uncovered with the windows open all day but didn't have the time to do that, I found inner strength and flipped the mattress over, wet side now down against the springs, I remade the bed and took the dirty linen to the laundry room just as Johnny walked in.

I asked Johnny to look after the children as I needed something from the shops, I didn't actually need anything but I didn't want to be in the house when Sarah or Dawn let it slip to Johnny that they had seen mummy with a boy and girl putting a new baby in mummy's tummy!

I phoned NHS Direct from the village phone box, I still had a day left of what I called my 'safe period' but I had never actually asked a doctor how safe exactly my 'safe period' was. The doctor tried hard to stifle a titter, "Depending on many factors unfortunately, a man's semen could survive for up to four days inside the female body!"

So there was only one real option open to me, well two actually, one was to go straight home and offer Johnny my body, just in case I was actually pregnant, the other was to visit a Chemist's shop and take the morning after pill.

I took the second option!

I spent a few dreadful days after Simon branded my collarbones trying to hide the bruises left by Simon and the reaction on my body of taking the morning after pill. I had bound my breasts to stop my milk and that was an added pressure, the pain of trying to stop my milk flowing and fighting my son to eat 'normal' food.

I was just getting back on my feet when I got knocked off again, Simon turned up at eleven o'clock with a picnic basket full of food, he didn't ask me if I wanted to take the children on a picnic, he asked the kids, they went crazy and so the four of us followed Simon down to his mother's car, I had been careful to stay out of Simon's reach so that he couldn't get that first kiss in that would have spelled disaster, I even sat in the back seat of June's car, allowing Sarah to sit in the front seat next to Simon.

When we got to the picnic site, Simon almost crashed into a young boy riding a bicycle, Simon didn't actually hit the boy but the boy still fell off of his bike and grazed his knee. Simon made a big thing out of the accident, he had the first aid kit out of the boot of the car and he asked Sarah to help him clean the boy's knee and tend to his abrasions, Sarah questioned the boy intensely as she cleaned his knee, got his name, David, his age, his school, all about his family and what he liked and disliked.

Sarah took it on herself to invite David to join us on our picnic...I realised instantly that it had been a staged accident, planned by Simon to get David and Sarah together. The David was twelve years old so twice Sarah's age and after we'd eaten the food, Simon suggested that Sarah and David take Dawn and Peter off for a game of hide and go seek in the woods. I jumped up to follow the kids into the woods, Simon wasn't going to get me on my own out in the middle of the meadow where passers by could see us. No, much safer to be in the woods where Simon could fuck me without anyone else seeing us.

Sarah and David decided that the wood was so big that we should pair up, two people trying to find and the hiders hiding in twos as well. I'd let Simon drag me into a bird watcher's hide, which seemed appropriate as a place to hide in the game. I refused to let Simon strip me naked, he just took my knickers off and fucked me standing up against the wall so that when Dawn and Peter stumbled in on us, it looked like Simon and I were just kissing because my long summer dress was hiding our bodies from view.

"Mummy, can Peter and I hide in here with you while David and Sarah look for us?"

I backed my hips away from Simon, dropping his cock from my cunt, he managed to cover himself by the time I'd pushed him away from me. "Why don't you and Peter hide here with Uncle Simon, I'll find somewhere else to hide darling, we can't all be in the same place now...can we?"

I ran out into the woods and eventually found Sarah and David weren't actually looking for anyone, David was playing a totally different game, he was playing 'Hide the sausage' in Sarah's body!

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