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Credits and License

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Copyright (c) John D 2012

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Preface

This story is part of the "Growing Pains" world. This is the nine chapter
book that shows Andy's relationship with Sarah blossoming while Rhea still
has problems with Nathan. Andy gets closer to Scarlet, Grace has a date or
two and Abi has a revelation that changes everything.

In this chapter, Zoe finds out Simon's secret at the Christmas Party and
blames Andy for being a bad influence, while Sarah discovers the male
strippers. Andy touches Zoe inappropriately in the cinema, experiments with
"dry orgasms" and then with Sarah teases her brother. Christmas
celebrations are interrupted when Simon and Rhea row, and Abi makes a
shocking admission.

I would like to thank my wife for her understanding while writing all of my
stories. Alas, as I choose to remain semi-anonymous I cannot name her!

Please let me know what you think of the story; I cannot hope to improve as
an author if the readers don't tell me where I succeeded and where I
failed!

John D

January 2013

Web link: http://www.johndstories.co.uk

Twitter: @johndstories

Email: johndstories@gmail.com

Chapter IX

I awoke to raised voices from downstairs and entered the room ten minutes
later, with a naked Rhea on one side of the table shouting at Mum on the
other side. "He is an English teacher, don't you have any self-respect?"
Rhea shouted and crossed her arms, her clothes that she must have put on to
do her newsagent work abandoned on the floor. "I mean ... for fucks sake
Mum. Are thing actually that desperate down there?"

"Rhea, go upstairs and get ready for school."

"Mr Russell. I got to look him in the eye today and know that he fucked you
last night."

"He did not," Mum snapped. "Not that it is any of your business if he did."

Rhea sighed loudly. "It's sooooo ..."

"Go upstairs and get ready for school. And I don't want you causing him any
embarrassment today." Rhea swore and was ordered out of the dining room
but hesitated as she considered the request. She sneered, crossed her arms
and stormed out of the room, and I looked at Mum rubbing her forehead as
she sat down over her bowl of muesli and cup of tea.

"OK?" I asked, and Mum nodded.

"Yeah." She took a big breath. "He's not that young," she moaned. "And ..."
She sniffed and pursed her lips.

"And another thing," Rhea asked as she re-entered the room, still naked.
"Just how did you two decide that going out was a good idea? You were
supposed to be talking 'bout me at parents' evening."

Mum gulped and leapt up from the chair, pointing accusingly at my sister.
"It's because of you," she cried. "After the headteacher said all those
things about you, Ken overheard and came and found me crying outside, and
he told me what you were like in his lessons. He told me that not
everything Mrs Wyatt said was true." Rhea gulped, and Mum snorted. "If you
weren't such a nightmare at school, I wouldn't have had a night out last
night."

"So it's Rhea's fault," I added. "Totally because of Rhea." I looked at my
sister splutter, cry out in anger and then swear again. I waited for my
sister to storm up the stairs before asking, "was it?"

"Sort of," she replied and then smiled. "I'd met him before, he lived on
Alicia's street. But I'm not going to tell Rhea that. He is back off to see
his family over Christmas, but he is coming over for New Year."

I laughed. "Rhea'll love that."

"And another thing," my sister said storming back into the room, doing her
best impression of Colombo. "Just what did you talk about? 'Cause it better
not have been about me."

"Rhea, for the last time, get dressed!" Mum shouted. "And I am not telling
you what we talked about!"

"It was, wasn't it?"

"Rhea, my life does not revolve around you," Mum told her. "Neither does
Ken's. We talked about ... we talked about many things and then went for a
drink and then ..."

"Oh my God, you did fuck him!"

"I did not," Mum shouted. "Now go upstairs and get ready for school."

"But my first lesson is English," Rhea wailed. "And I know he's going to
have a massive smile on his face. And I'm going to know, and ... this is
worse than coming home and having Abi scream 'fuck me harder.' This family
is seriously fucking me up."

I waited for her to leave and looked at Mum. "I'd says she's fucked up
without us," I joked, and Mum just chastised me for my use of language with
a slightly guilty look on her face. I shrugged and saw an open letter on
the table and glanced at it.

"Yeah, and Rhea's been called to a disciplinary hearing," Mum informed me.

"What's she done now?"

"Swearing apparently, when she was a referee."

"Ahhh," I muttered. "Ahhh yes, there was that. She was provoked."

Mum wiped her face and yawned. "She's always being provoked," Mum snapped
and shook her head. "I so need to have some serious words with her."

"Yeah," I muttered. "Good luck with that."

* * * * *

Sarah met me outside the Common Room with a deep, loving kiss. "Last day of
term," she whispered as we broke our embrace. Zoe and Rosie hesitated in
the doorway, and Sarah beckoned them over.

"It's OK," Sarah said. "We won't bite."

"We didn't want to interrupt," Zoe answered, and Sarah gave a sheepish
look. "We are off to the caf, to mark the end of the term after lessons.
Wanna come?"

"Got work," I replied instantly. "Promised Mum I would help her sort out
the alcohol for the Christmas Party."

Zoe rolled her eyes, and I leant over to Sarah. "Did your mum say you can
go?"

Sarah nodded. "Of course." We looked at Zoe who gave a smile.

"Well Rhea said she was going and wanted Simon to go with her, so Mum said
he could only go if I go. But we sort of haven't told her ..." Zoe trailed
off. "Yeah I'm going."

Sarah laughed. "Your mum would never, ever, have let you go to a nightclub
for a private party a year ago."

Zoe giggled nervously. "And you wouldn't have gone," Sarah told her.

"Well finding out that Andy and Rhea both lived above a nightclub was a bit
of a shock really, but she doesn't mind too much now." Zoe shifted
nervously. "She's always liked Andy, and she thinks ..." Zoe trailed off as
she spoke and shifted nervously. "Well, it was a big shock to find out
about the club."

Sarah looked at me, and I squeezed her arm, still around my waist, with a
wry smile. "And the Mathesons thought you were such a nice sweet boy!" Zoe
gave a tense giggle at Sarah's teasing, but I immediately suspected that it
was not too far from the truth.

I briefly told Zoe and Sarah about Rhea and Mr Russell the previous evening
and guessed Rhea would be moaning about it to Simon. "It's good that your
mother has found someone," Zoe announced. "She deserves a bit of happiness
in her life. Be good for her to get some peace with someone." I looked at
her with a degree of incredulity: as Sarah and I had found out, Rhea never
allowed peace to break out if she didn't like the partner of a family
member. "Well putting up with you and Rhea, and bringing you up on her own.
It can't be easy."

Ray entered the small common room before I could reply, to a few cheers and
he revelled in his stardom, twirling as he came in. "Yer the man," Jez
told him and high-fived him as he came passed him. "Porn star. What it is
wiv you, man?"

Ray didn't blush and sat down next to Zoe and me. "So how was Lucille?"

"Fantastic!" Ray cried and gave a grin. "I think I'm in love." Sarah and I
both choked on our drinks, and he looked a little hurt.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "But you only met her a few days ago."

"Know that," my friend snapped and rubbed the corner of his eyes. "Know
that but we got on so well. And I spent all evening on the 'phone to her
and after I got that money I got a mobile with Mum and rang her and went
passed the Welly on our way to the station. She said she'd stay the night
if I booked it, but she paid in the end. But man, she's just incredible.
Always smiling and ... what a body! Tits to die for, and that tongue ..."

Zoe rolled her eyes. "Am I the only one here who isn't a sex addict?"

Ray snorted. "I'm not a sex addict. In fact, I had sex with her for the
first and only time last night." His voice wavered slightly. "Well five
times last night, but we never left the bedroom. She does these wonderful
things with her ..."

"I don't want to know," Zoe interrupted loudly and crossed her arms.

"And I spent Saturday and last night at her house." Sarah raised her
eyebrows at him, but he just giggled. "Honestly, we've just been doing ..."
He saw a steely glance from Zoe and shrugged. "... All sorts of things."

"We like to see you happy," Sarah told him with a smile. "It's good. Eh,
Zoe?"

"Yeah," my friend muttered and Ray beamed.

"She's cool. Just wish Donna wasn't a bitch."

"Yeah, 'bout that," Sarah started. "Donna's not too happy with you," my
girlfriend said firmly, which was a massive understatement, but Ray just
shrugged, and Zoe glared at him.

"Don't care. She's just a spiteful cow."

"She'd be a bit less of a 'spiteful cow' if ..."

Sarah didn't get to finish as the Head of the Sixth Form College strode
into the room and clapped his hands loudly to get our attention. We were
all summoned to the hall and told to be seated as the Headmaster strode
onto the stage. "What's this about?" I asked, and Sarah shrugged.

"Anyone who was not at the Christmas Disco last night can go," he shouted
abruptly and about a third of the room emptied. I saw Sarah bite her lip
and look ominously at me; had they found the Sunny Delight carton?

If they had then they wouldn't able to prove that it was me, would they?
They could do blood tests on the traces of saliva and maybe have proved
that it was me but wasn't that a bit drastic over a drop of booze?

"We run the Christmas Disco for you ... not us or me, but you," he 
lectured.
"And we don't normally have any problems from it, but I have some seriously
unhappy people at the moment having to clear up your mess from the week
before." He strode from one side of the stage to the other and looked at
all of us, his eyes and gaze piercing through every student. "You are all
adults, and I do not like what I am going to say, but we've found cigarette
butts and the ends of illegal drugs. I think you call them spliffs, we
call them jail time. Someone has been smoking pot on the premises, and I
want to know who. And we've got vomit stains in the girls toilets and which
amorous girl has been in the technology classroom?" My heart skipped a
beat, and Sarah bit her lip. "Eight condoms? And if you need eight guys to
...." There a smattering of laughter.

"It's Ray's bitch," Donna cried from the other side of the hall. "His date
would screw everyone."

"Fuck you!" Ray shouted from beside me; there was a collective gasp in the
room: Ray was the last person who would shout and swear in school. "And I
guess we should know it wasn't you as no-one got pissed enough to want to
go near you."

"You fuckin' screwed her," Donna screamed. "We all know you did. I heard
you bragging about it today."

The headmaster tried to call order, but Ray was standing up and openly
shouting at his ex-girlfriend. "Not at College," Ray shouted back. "It was
last night. But what 'bout that guy who you were with? Skanky little runt
like you would definitely have screwed him, and all of his friends like you
did before." Tears rolled down Donna's cheeks, and the Head of the Sixth
Form tried to restore some degree of order, but Ray and Donna traded
insults across us. "You screw anything," Ray shouted and Donna burst into
tears. "Desperate enough!"

"Well I went out with you ..." Donna and Ray were ordered out, and the
exchange between the ex-lovers had certainly taken a lot of the tension out
of the room. Ray had always been remarkably calm and quiet, had come out
of his shell with Donna, but these last few days had seen him become almost
aggressively violent - particularly with Donna.

This distraction aside, the teacher was determined to have some answers: he
wanted to know who threw up in the girls' toilets and who was smoking
illegal drugs - neither of which was down to me and Sarah.

There was silence and no-one admitted to any indiscretion. I was certainly
suspecting that Lucille may have had the spliffs; I didn't see her light
up, but I knew she was a pot smoker, and from the stench in her house, she
was quite a heavy one at that!

There was a hand emerging from the other side of the hall. "I threw up in
the toilets," a voice uttered, and Ingrid stood up. "It was me. And I was
responsible for one of the condoms." There was an outbreak of chatter in
the room and she wiped her eyes, turning to the girl behind her. "He's my
boyfriend, Lin. I know you used the room as well, and Peter wasn't at the
Disco."

The Chinese girl looked across to the other side of the room and shook her
head. "I didn't," she cried.

"Liar. I gave you one," Ingrid replied. "You're much worse than me." The
Head of the Sixth Form told Ingrid and Lin to report to his office. There
were no further admissions - especially about the drugs - but we got a
lecture about the use of illegal substances and were sent on our way. Zoe
gave us both ominous glares, and I squeezed Zoe's hand. "What?"

"If there is sex around, you were definitely involved," she told us as we
filed out of the hall. We disagreed with her, and were scandalized by her
suggestion, but she was far closer than she realised.

I was a little sad to miss my friend's celebrations for the end of the
term, but Donna joined Sarah and Zoe, and with Donna came trouble. Helping
Mum sort out the alcohol wasn't an unpleasant task, the little store room
was lined with thousands of pounds worth of booze, and she had a giant
bucket on wheels that she put the unwanted drinks into. I layered them
gently, ensuring that their bottles did not break, and Mum gave little
sneering comments with each of them.

"Rep said this would sell at twenty five quid a bottle, couldn't shift it
at fifteen. Lying bastard." I just grinned at her, and she fished out some
beer to go with the wine and alcopops, and we had filled up the bucket in
just half-an-hour. Mum glanced down at them, most of the drink were where
she had just a few bottles left and didn't intend to order anymore, but
there were a few lines which she had bought that just didn't sell as well
as she had expected.

It all looked like a lot of money, but then I realised how much she charged
for drinks and realised that the normal mark-up on the overpriced drinks
more than covered the few ranges which didn't sell. Mum wasn't that
bothered about it, she made a note of everything that went in and how many
bottles of what and mentioned something about "tax" when I asked; I somehow
suspected from her laissez-faire attitude that she would not be
significantly out of pocket.

Zoe joined me for the team meeting. There was some moaning from some of the
girls - the Christmas and New Year closure dates affected the Friday and
Saturdays for two consecutive weeks, and these were the days when the club
was busiest - but for many they were just happy to have some time off.

We were re-introduced to Elena, who was working Gemma's old shifts. Mum had
been relaxed about finding a replacement for Miss Edwards, but Elena was
shy and went red as Mum made her the centre of attention; she had covered
in the Summer for a few weeks and then disappeared, but I remembered
warming immediately to her. She came across as a little vulnerable and shy,
and I noticed a crucifix around her neck.

Elena gave a muted wave of the hand and I smiled at her, remembering her
photo shoot with fond memories. Her long brown hair and hazel eyes were
alluring and warm all those months ago, and Zoe whispered in my ear. "She
looks lost!"

After the meeting, Zoe and I made a bee-line for Elena; she was reticent
and indecisive as we spoke to her, not quite sure who Zoe was even after we
had introduced ourselves. Zoe had spotted the crucifix as well and wanted
to invite Elena to her church, something which Elena wasn't quite sure
about, but the German girl began to open up to us when I returned from the
bar with three lemonades.

Elena was from Hannover: she worked in a couple of residential care homes
but had found the pay and conditions to be lower than when she was in
Germany and had sought to supplement her income from work at the club. I
suppose I never seriously thought that the girls could have other jobs, but
it also seemed reasonable, and Elena was happy to accept the invite Zoe
gave her to visit the church the in two days time.

Zoe seemed to be at home as they conversed and I excused myself with the
paychecks from Zoe and myself to pay into the Midland Bank a few streets
away. I returned to see Zoe still animatedly talking to Elena, and Mum
smiled as I entered. "Most conversation anyone has got out of her," she
muttered. "But the punters love her. It's her accent, really gets 'em
going."

I gave a little titter, but I could tell Mum was serious. "Perhaps you
could do a European night. Abi can do Scotland, Elena Germany, surely you
can get some Scandinavian, French, Italian, Russian girls in." Mum snorted
and just smiled.

"You have quite an imagination," she just told me and left the room to walk
to the office.

Elena left a few minutes later after I gave Zoe the stamped proof of
paying-in and watched as my friend came up to our flat; she was meeting
Simon there. "It was a nasty thing to do!" Simon cried out at Rhea who sat
with her arms folded.

"Of course it is, it's Rhea," I told them interrupting the argument they
were having. "What's she done now? Burnt down the school? Blackmailed a
homeless man?"

"She's ..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Rhea cried, and my heightened interest was piqued. I
looked at my anxious sibling, her brown hair brushed back, and she scowled
at her boyfriend. "You should be glad," Rhea spat and then stared at Zoe.
"Just so you know, I have done nothing to Simon."

"Nathan," Simon told us, pre-empting the question from us and Rhea crossed
her arms.

"He did it to himself," Rhea told us and then groaned, running her hands
through her hair. "He's a moron. A total and utter moron. I just videoed
the proof of his stupidity; nothing really and no harm can be done."

"Rhea, I am used to you lying, but even by your standards that sounds like
a total fabrication." She gestured towards us, and I hummed. "Well you are
big enough and ugly enough to sort this one out yourself."

"Andy!" Zoe cried. "Don't you want to know what's bothering them?"

"No," I replied instantly. "Rhea will do her own thing no matter what I
say. I am not her parent so just let her do her own thing." I shook my head
as I walked past them, dumping my bag on the floor and getting a drink
from the kitchen. Zoe tried to eke out what my little sister had done, but
neither Rhea or Simon were prepared to tell her; I knew I would hear
eventually, but Rhea would do what she wanted to do regardless of what
anyone told her, and it was far safer for me to be able to be ignorant.

I convinced Zoe to join us for tea, and we ambled off to the bowling alley
after eating before having to settle on the cinema when the bowling was too
busy; we were not the only people who fancied celebrating the final day of
the academic term with a night out!

Zoe and I bickered over paying for everything until we just agreed to split
the cost 50/50; she was obstinate! We sat down in the small cinema
auditorium, placed our coats on a seat next to us and had a good few
minutes to talk. She moaned again about Rhea until I pointed out that the
person she needed to complain to was Mum or Rhea herself, and not me. "But
Grace can't do much, and Rhea won't listen."

"Then give up then," I told her with a smile. "Just please, stop trying to
be everyone's mother. You are not."

"I am not trying to be everyone's mother," Zoe replied and gave a huge
sigh. "I just ... I just worry about Simon. Don't you worry about Rhea?"

"No," I told her instantly, but she knew I didn't mean it. "OK, a bit." Zoe
passed me back the popcorn and adjusted herself in the seat, rubbing her
back.

"Sorry, bra is digging in."

"Take it off then."

"I can't."

"Sure you can. It's dark, and there's no-one that can see." Zoe turned to
look around, and as she did, I instinctively put my hands to her back and
unclipped her bra through her cotton T-Shirt.

"Andy," Zoe screeched and turned to face me. "That's out of order."

"What?" I asked with a cheeky smile, but Zoe was not laughing. "You said 
...."
Zoe raised her hands and pushed her shoulders back.

"Oh, you are such a pain. I gotta go to the toilets now and ..." She glared
at me as I shrugged. "I can't be in public without a bra on. I'm not ... I
wish you'd ask before you do things like that. I am not a doll for you to
play with."

"You said it was uncomfortable," I countered as the film started.

"Not as uncomfortable with having a bra on but not done up."

"Then take it off." Zoe hissed at me and shook her head, but I squeezed her
hand. "OK, sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

"Sarah and Abi might go around in public without proper underwear on, but I
am not Sarah, and I am not Abi."

"No, you are Zoe. But come on, let's just watch the film." Zoe sighed and
relented, taking her bra off underneath her T-Shirt and putting it in her
coat pocket. There was nothing sexual to it, and we just watched the comedy
we had paid to watch. Zoe stopped sighing at me and cuddled into the
chair, and I put my arms around her, my hand resting on her unfettered yet
covered bosom.

At the end of the film, I just passed her, her red coat, and she slipped it
on and was outside the cinema before she realised she was bra-less. I
wouldn't let her go back into the cinema to the toilets, and she whined
that if she went home without a bra on, her mother would be most disgusted.

I walked Zoe home, and we shared a cuddle at the end of her drive before I
returned back to Castle Street. I stopped at the top of the road as I saw
Mum and Ken laughing, hand-in-hand. They were heading towards the club and
stopped outside. I waited back, around fifteen metres away and out of sight
in the darkness as I knew if I arrived, Mum would get extremely
self-conscious.

"Go on," Ken pleaded. "I've never been in one."

Mum laughed, and she turned to face him. "I never take my dates into my
club," she told him and kissed him on the cheek. "And anyway, you got a
very long drive tomorrow. Do you no good to ..." He scoffed and Mum crossed
her arms. "I am not sure how I should take it that my date wants to see
other girls naked when he is supposed to be with me!" Ken spluttered, and
Mum kissed him again. "Next time," she promised. "And I might even take you
to a VIP room!" Ken gave a hollow laugh and held her hands.

"I s'pose I better get home then and pack." Mum nodded, and I walked off to
go in the back way via the fire escape; I had no desire to watch my mother
kiss her date, but if Ken and Mum were getting close I could only see Rhea
getting extremely annoyed with them.

But then, she would have to accept it. One day, my sister was going to have
to grow up.

* * * * *

Zoe had forgotten about Rhea the following day, happily discussing Elena
who was a little evasive when they had met again, but eventually opened up.
Zoe and Elena had a chance meeting as the stripper was returning home from
a night shift at the care home, and they had had a long chat. Elena and
Zoe had a number of things in common, and although Elena only spoke English
as a fourth language, between Zoe's German GCSE (Grade B) and Elena's good
English they could converse happily.

Elena had promised to visit Zoe's church, and as Elena lived at the top of
Zoe's road, above the hairdressers on the small parade of shops and was
actually quite relieved to have found someone in the local area, apart from
her English boyfriend.

"She's kept the true nature of her night-time work a secret," Zoe shouted
across the club as we cleaned it. "She reckons her boyfriend will chuck her
out if he sees her. That's why she stopped when they got serious, but she
needs the money, so she's back again."

"Better hope he never comes in then," I shouted back and Zoe hummed. Zoe
never hid the fact she disliked the nudity and "morally bankrupt" element
of the club but was not na<ve and understood why the club was so popular.
She often teased me and said that with my sex drive, I would be a regular,
but I never really rose to it. It had been a few days since Sarah and I had
had sex and the slowdown in my sexual activity over the past few days had
left my body exceptionally horny especially as I could not give in and play
with myself.

"Is she coming to the party?" I asked after some silence and Zoe shook her
head.

"No, she is out with her partner," Zoe replied back and walked over to get
some more cleaning fluid from the trolley. "She said she wanted to though."


I grunted and thought of the party the following day. "Sarah is staying the
night," I eventually said. "Why don't you stay also?"

Zoe grinned. "Because Mum says no."

"Simon wants to."

Zoe grinned. "I'm sure he does. But the answer is still no. Your sister is
teaching him too many bad tricks."

"Would Rhea do a thing like that?" I teased but already knew the answer.

* * * * *

Abi laughed as she collected her bowling ball from the ball return; I had
been discussing Sarah's "no touching" rule for me, and my girlfriend had
been "out and about" with her family for the last couple of days. It was a
tough time, and Abi listened to my desperate moaning. "So how long?"

I tried to count in my head. "Ummm five days and seventeen hours," I
fabricated with a smile on my face. "But I've not been counting."

"Course not," Abi replied with a smirk and then sat down as her ball rolled
into the gutter. "But you're desperate."

"Of course I'm desperate," I told her. "She said no touching, I've tried
cold showers, tight underpants, loose underpants, not thinking about sex,
thinking about sex. It's just hellish."

"Ahh, well." Abi licked her lips as I bowled a strike and sat back down.
"How often normally."

"Well since I was twelve, maybe four or five times a week on average.
Course, if I was with you or Sarah or whoever, maybe a little more. OK a
lot more. But when you wake up with a boner it needs addressing. And Paula
.... well you get the idea."

"Ah, no wonder. Have you talked to her."

"Yeah, Sarah doesn't believe in Blue Balls. She thinks it's fiction dreamt
up by horny boys." Abi laughed loudly and picked up her bowling ball and
rolled it down the alleyway; we were one of the only people in the bowling
alley and were able to talk quite freely. "I've tried telling her it's
hell, but she won't listen. And she is going away over the holidays so I
won't get to see her then, and she has jobs to do and family to see before
she goes."

"Ahh well, you just need to find an outlet ..." She trailed off as she 
bowled
her second ball and got a spare.

"Well that's just the point, she says no wanking and then makes herself
unavailable. That can't be fair."

"It isn't," Abi agreed and adjusted her jeans as she leant over the ball
return. "So maybe you need to do something else."

"Like what? Take up origami?"

Abi snorted and rubbed her eyes. "Dry orgasm?"

"What the fuck's a dry orgasm?"

"It's ... OK ... next time you go for a pee, stop the stream and then 
start it,
and stop it again. Those muscles you use are Kee-garls."

"Kee-garls?" I repeated with her pronunciation, and she just nodded.

"Yeah, them. Now, go home, lie on your bed naked and close your eyes. Think
about Sarah, sex, whatever you want and just flex those muscles, slowly
and then hold it. And keep doing that. You can come doing that."

I looked her sceptically, and she just smiled and passed me my ball. "Your
turn."

I didn't believe her, everyone knew you needed to have stimulation to come
but thought it was too good to be true; I could get relief without breaking
my promise.

We played out two games, and I walked Abi home; I was glad to have spent
some time with her and asked her about her love life which she claimed was
depressingly flat, but I knew this was probably her own choice in not
dating rather than not finding someone who may be suitable.

I skipped home, had some tea and was up in my bedroom by 8pm. I just had to
try Abi's suggestion. I lay on my bed and looked up at the ceiling,
closing my eyes and thought. I could see Sarah, naked, underneath the tree
and smiling at me. I loved her smile, and she pouted, giggled and threw me
a moue. I could see her sensational curves as they traced her body and she
leant back against the bark and opened her legs to show me, her shaved
mounds.

I stiffened the muscles and again and again; my cock was already hard from
my imagination, but I began to feel a tension at the base of my testicles.
I moved my legs apart wider and moved my hand to touch my cock but put it
back.

I was now exceptionally horny and fidgeted; flexing the muscles and keeping
them tense for a few moments before releasing them. It felt good and
highly arousing, and what I wanted was a warm mouth or a tight pussy to
close over the top of it, but I had to grip the sides of the mattress to
stop myself from giving in and touching my twitching member.

It was difficult not to relent, but I kept tensing and releasing. It felt
good, but a little weird, and I wasn't getting much build up in my
testicles. After ten minutes, I got bored and went downstairs.

I tried again a bit later, but it was the following morning when I started
to feel something.

The morning erection I always suffered from was present and I was desperate
to do something.

I felt a strong desperate longing in my perineum and my entire shaft
tingled; I tensed my Kegel muscle, held it and then released it, repeating
this and lifting my buttocks at the same time.

I was thinking of Sarah and her naked body covered in baby oil and looking
seductively towards me. I grunted, and held the tensed muscle in position.
I began to feel real arousal, and my cock twitched. Instead of tensing the
muscle I began to pulse it, and it felt glorious.

Just as if someone was touching it, my testicles began to fill with
excitement. My cock was rock hard, and my legs began to shake. I grabbed
hold of the side of bed and cried out. It was an incredible feeling, my
entire body was tingling, and I was panting. My cock was rubbing against
the duvet cover and I kept pulsing and tensing my cock as my hips ground
into the bed.

I could feel it, and the tip of my cock felt wet and moist. I cried out, I
could feel tightness and tension across my body and was hurtling towards a
climax. It was a weird feeling, and I had to fight the urge to pull on my
cock.

I concentrated hard on the muscles, tensing them strongly and bucking my
hips as I did. I could feel it and then a rush, a powerful spark of energy
that shot through me and I lay on the bed panting.

All what was coming out of my erect cock was a drop of pre-cum, but I felt
as though I had had a release of sorts. I was still horny, but it felt
good. Abi may have called it a "dry orgasm" and that wasn't strictly true;
I didn't orgasm, but it was a new, pleasurable experience.

What I wanted was Sarah or a wank; what I got was a unbelievably cold
shower.

* * * * *

Sarah and I had made Zoe promise to wear the little blue dress for the
nightclub Christmas Party, and after a little persuasion she eventually
said she would dress accordingly. Sarah tried to get some lingerie thrown
in as well, but that was merely wishful thinking. Sarah wore the red
cocktail dress she wore at the Summer party, partly because it was the
shortest dress she had, but also as she claimed that her mother wanted her
to bin it, and she wanted to get as much use of it before it went.

I had seen Sarah's mother in much less than the red cocktail dress at her
party a few months previous, and thought that any objections on the grounds
of decency were hypocritical, but I couldn't tell Sarah this; she still
had no idea that her parents were swingers.

Zoe and Sarah were both wearing the jewellery I bought them earlier in the
year, and I was somewhat relieved that Sarah had been fairly sparse with
the make up. Rhea, of course, was waiting to tease. She had wanted to come
to the Christmas party, and in previous years I had been in the flat with
her, but this year it was no longer the case.

Mum hesitated over Rhea's attendance, but eventually agreed as long as Rhea
went home at 8pm; I suspected there would be some more adult entertainment
and both Zoe and I had been told the same - we were welcome with our
partners, but only up to a point. It was an adult nightclub and, as I was
constantly told, I was not, yet, an adult.

Neither Simon nor Zoe had divulged that they would be attending the
Christmas party at the night club to their parents, and Zoe even admitted
the following day that she had actually told her mum that she was going to
a dinner engagement at our flat. I smiled at her duplicity, but Zoe just
shrugged and gave me the line, "it's easier that way."

It would have been pointless for Sarah to lie. Mum and Angela were talking
so much recently so Sarah was honest and got an honest response back - she
approaching seventeen, nearly an adult, and would be trusted, but she was
not to break that trust if she wanted to be trusted in the future.

Rhea had been shopping and purchased a cocktail dress, even shorter than
the ones I had seen. Mum gasped when she saw it and I closed my eyes
waiting for the inevitable reaction, but it didn't come. Rhea's backless
dress had a very plunging neckline, was cut at the bottom in a diagonal
line from her waist to to about five inches below her waist and was in a
shimmering grey material.

"Is that short enough?" I asked, and Rhea raised her eyebrows at me and
looked at my trousers.

"I know you want to screw half the girls, but do you need to go with your
flies undone?" Sarah giggled, and I did them up. She stroked the velvety
soft burgundy shirt and Rhea groaned. "And you two better not keep me up
tonight."

Mum, dressed in a slightly more conservative blue dress, opened the
interconnecting door, and we trooped through it, down the stairs and into
the night club. It was empty and slightly dark, but she had moved a few of
the tables so the dance floor was visible and Ikenna was by the bar.

"You serving?" Ikenna asked, and Mum nodded

"Yes," she shouted and walked over to him. Ikenna nodded towards Sarah and
then his eyes popped out when he saw Rhea.

"You're not a little girl any more," he muttered and I think he was
probably glad that Rhea didn't hear him. Rhea got to the bar and leant
across it, tapping.

"C'mon, service, service," she teased. Mum told her to behave, but Rhea
just cackled and turned back into the room. "Disgraceful service. I've got
a good mind to go somewhere else," she shouted and Mum huffed and turned to
her.

"Yes Rhea. To bed. Unless you shut up and behave."

I dragged Sarah and Zoe to a booth, and we sat down. "I still think you two
are the luckiest people around," she muttered. "I'd love to work here."

Zoe and I both stared at her and then Zoe replied. "It's hard work."

"And we don't even get to see the girls naked," I added, and Zoe spluttered
into laughter. "OK, well I did but only 'cause I had a camera." It was
good to talk to Zoe and Sarah; we were good friends at college, and I
obviously worked with Zoe, and I dated Sarah but I didn't often spend much
time with both of them together when Zoe wasn't nagging at us.

The bonds between us all were strong. Zoe and I went back years, as did Zoe
and Sarah, and she warned us that if Sarah and I ever split up she would
not choose between us, not that either of us would have expected her to, or
even for us to split up!

The dancers arrived, often in pairs, and I introduced them to Sarah and to
a lesser extent, Zoe, who couldn't remember half the names of the young
ladies. I offered Sarah the choice of a pseudonym, but she just giggled.
Rhea was hanging around us, within earshot, and listened as I introduced
the dancers, and as much as my sister wanted to be the centre of attention,
she knew practically no-one.

I wandered over to get a drink each for us, and there was a small queue.
Mum was frantically serving behind the bar, and I asked her if she wanted
any help.

Cherry, the small, thin girl who looked like she was younger than Rhea,
smiled and Mum looked over as I spoke. "Yeah, c'mon on then! Those drinks
are free, the rest are at the usual price," she said, and I looked over at
the two fridges stocked full of brightly coloured alcohol. Cherry flicked
her hair back and waited for me to look towards her, and she asked for the
red vodka alcopop in the fridge, and I took out two and undid the tops,
passing them over. She bit her lip and looked coyly at me, thanking me and
then disappeared.

Mum watched as Rhea came up to the bar and then saw that she either had to
ask Mum or me for an alcoholic drink, and she stopped to ponder whom to
ask, before hesitantly choosing myself.

"You need to be eighteen," I teased, and Rhea sneered, glancing over at Mum
and then whispered.

"But I have ID!"

Mum saw and told Rhea she could have a couple of drinks, but she was to be
sensible and this drew an even bigger sneer than me telling her that she
was too young.

I took a few beers to the table once we had served everyone and Zoe scowled
as I downed half the bottle. "You aren't eighteen," she moaned, and I just
shrugged and drank some more.

"It's not illegal or wrong, you know to drink it. I just can't buy it." Zoe
picked the fruit and vodka drink and took a gulp through the straw.

Someone turned some music on and then a few gentleman turned up with a
catering spread, which Rhea had first dibs on. Zoe began to enjoy herself
and Sarah very much liked speaking to the dancers that kept coming up to us
and chatting to me. She seemed almost enchanted by their worldly charm and
friendliness, and I was quite glad that neither Juggs nor Alice had come.

Isobel and Heather came bounding over a little late, and my ex-lover asked
Sarah if she could have a dance with me. Sarah nodded and then took Zoe to
the dance floor for us all to make vague swaying motions. Rhea teased as
Isobel, and I hugged closely as we moved across the dance floor and then
Isobel did a twirl, her dress fanning out as she spun around.

"Come join us," I said to Rhea who grabbed the arm of Simon, almost
throwing him onto the dance floor and he hugged her tightly. We danced for
a bit longer and then I returned to the booth with a few drinks. Rhea and
Simon were drinking more than they should, but they were not causing a
problem and as long as they didn't drink too much, Mum wouldn't mind.

It was after the buffet had been eaten and the party was starting when I
looked around the club for Rhea, and couldn't see her; I guessed that she
had been sent back to the flat, but I hadn't heard a row, and it was only
7:50pm. I considered it an impossibility that Rhea would have left early
voluntarily and without a fuss, and whispered to Zoe if she knew where
Simon was.

Zoe scanned the club and shook her head, and then we both saw them sneak
back down the stairs that lead up to the private rooms. "Oh my," Zoe
whispered and I glanced over at Sarah chatting excitably to Jessica and
Olivia, the rubber fetishist.

We both made a direct line towards Rhea and Simon, with Zoe pulling her
brother, still adjusting his shirt and trousers into the corridor leading
to changing rooms.

"Simon," Zoe called out loudly. "You haven't been ..."

I sighed and looked at Rhea hovering by the doorway who strode forward and
put her arm through Simon's. "So what if we have?"

Zoe stared at her brother who just shrugged, and Zoe wiped her face. "Don't
tell me, you lost your virginity in a nightclub?"

Simon spluttered, and Rhea scowled in annoyance. "Oi," she shouted. "It's
private. And no, neither of us lost our virginity in a nightclub."

Zoe was scanning her brother's face, and she looked firmly at him. "What
have you been up to Simon?"

Rhea, annoyed at being ignored, tugged at Simon's arm but he didn't move.
"Oh, for fucks sake," she moaned and stared at Zoe. "So what if we've had
sex, maybe you should try it and you wouldn't be so up tight."

Zoe turned to Rhea and then Simon. "Mum'll go ballistic when she finds
out." Simon froze, and Rhea stepped forward and pushed Zoe against the
wall. My friend gasped as she did, and Rhea held a finger out in front of
her.

"You do not tell anyone," she said in a fierce voice. Zoe struggled against
Rhea's firm hand pushing against her breast bone and Simon put his hand on
Rhea's shoulder, but she shrugged it off. "You hear me. What Simon and I
do is up to us, not you. Or Emma." Zoe tried to push Rhea's hand away, but
the grip was too strong, pressing her up against the whitewashed wall. "And
if you are so worried about it, perhaps you need to ask my brother why we
started having sex. In Lancaster."

Rhea let go of Zoe, and grabbed hold of Simon escorting him out of the
small corridor and Zoe stared at me with her blue eyes waiting for an
answer. "I left them some condoms in their double room in case they did," I
sheepishly told her, and Zoe puffed out her chest and waved her finger at
me.

"He is fifteen," she whined. "He is my brother."

"And Rhea is my sister," I replied. "Only I didn't want them to facing a
trip to the abortion clinic." Zoe sighed and looked at me out of the corner
of her eye.

"You're a bad influence," she muttered. "Rhea is just copying you. She sees
you and she copies you." I stared at her open-mouthed and Zoe just shook
her head, pushing her blonde hair back.

"Rhea? Copy me, you must be joking," I shouted.

Zoe shook her head and pointed at me, shouting back at me. "You love to let
everyone know you are the big Andy Williams, sleeping with all those
women, have to show everyone and is it any wonder that Simon and Rhea copy
you?"

"I didn't encourage her," I replied angrily and looked at Zoe. "And I don't
want everyone to know my business. I slept with Miss Edwards, but no-one
knows that." Zoe gasped, shaking her head and ran out of the corridor; what
did I have to say that for?

Zoe and Simon left shortly afterwards, and Sarah held my hand and
disappeared to the back of the room. We kissed in the shadows, and I saw
Mum look around the club and then called out.

The lights focused on the stage and a handful of scantily-clad male dancers
pranced onto the stage to hoots of encouragement. "We should be going," I
whispered to Sarah, but my girlfriend shook her head.

"No chance," she replied and I glanced down at Mum sitting a table, looking
forward.

"No, come on, Sarah," I called and Sarah resisted, but eventually followed
me down towards the small table. Mum spun around when she saw us and tapped
her watch.

"I know," I murmured underneath the loud music echoing around the hall, and
Sarah leant across to ask Mum something. Mum shook her head, and Sarah put
her hands together to make a pleading motion before Mum sighed and held
out five fingers.

"We have five minutes," Sarah excitedly said and called out as a muscular
guy in Speedo-style underwear flexed his biceps at the front of the stage.

I saw Mum grin as she watched Sarah, but my girlfriend was transfixed,
watching the stripping guys and she leant over and kissed me the moment the
last guy ripped off his underwear and threw it to the audience. "Can I?"

"Can you what?" Sarah's eyes sparkled, and as the male stripper jumped down
from the stage, she pushed herself to the front of the dozen drunken
ladies desperately wanting a better look.

Mum held her hands out at me, and I mumbled a "I know!" The gentleman saw
Sarah and led her up onto the stage where a chair was brought out, and she
was sat down on it.

Scarlet put her hand on mine as the half-naked gentleman - full of muscles
and charm - spoke into the microphone. "And who have we here?" My
girlfriend, grinning from ear to ear, shouted her name and another naked
gentleman came with a blindfold and put it around her. Sarah adjusted
herself in the seat, and I saw her lustful smile and shaking hands from the
floor.

There was some whooping as the gentleman with the blindfold - all muscles
and a bright orange thong that was straining to contain his appendage -
came back with some whipped cream and drew silence to the crowd. "OK Sarah,
what have you in front of you?"

My girlfriend moved her hand forward and felt the waist of the guy, running
her hands over him. Mum shot me a look - this was not part of her plan -
but I was relaxed about it; there was no way Sarah would "cheat", and it
was all part of being at the club. Lines were blurred, and I had a
contentment that I got when I had been drinking.

Scarlet whispered into my ear, but I didn't make out what she said due to
the noise of the dozens of lustful ladies crowing as Sarah touched the
stripper and took his thong down. I was leaking oodles of pre-cum in my
boxer shorts; my girlfriend was about to touch another guy and all I could
do was wish that it was me!

He sprayed some cream onto the end of his cock, and the room went wild as
Sarah put it in her mouth, sucking the end. "Cock sucker," Isobel shouted
and Sarah gestured towards her.

The naked man gestured for Isobel to come up onto the stage and passed her
a pale pink strap on dildo. She advanced to my girlfriend, and the naked
man, putting his cock out of reach of the teenager and Isobel moved in.

There was stifled giggles as Sarah touched it and then pushed it away.
"That's not a real one," she cried, and there was laughter. Sarah enjoyed
being on stage - they tipped water over her, and she had to strip, she had
to simulate sex with Isobel and the strap-on and was then spanked by a
giant dildo.

It was supposed to be a little humiliating, but Sarah just adored the
attention and at the end as she was clapped off the stage, she went up and
gave rather full-on kisses to her four tormentors.

Mum was not too happy that we had been caught up in the entertainment and
sent us back up to the flat before it got any more risqu, or sordid. I made
a trip around all the staff wishing them a "Happy Christmas" before
leaving. I managed to purloin several bottles of beer in my arms and the
live sex show (sponsored by free alcohol) had started again with Hugo being
spanked by Susie. Sarah had that look in her eye, and I grinned at her as
my naked girlfriend walked with me, carrying her dress.

"That was amazing," Sarah cried. "I so want to do that again." She bounced
up and down, and I barely had time to put the beer on the dining room table
before she dragged me upstairs to my bedroom.

Sarah practically tore off my clothes; I was incredibly horny from my days
of inactivity, but Sarah was like a woman possessed. I think if I had told
her that I wasn't in the mood for sex she would either have raped me, or
gone back to the club and taken advantage of one of her "tormentors."

She was insatiable, and as I tried to go down on her, she pulled me up.
"Later," she promised and lay onto my bed, pulling me onto her. She gave a
relieved sigh as I gently pushed my cock into her that I mirrored.

It felt so delightful to have my cock touching something after many days of
celibacy, but Sarah's warm pussy was slick and slippery and it accepted my
manhood gratefully.

I can only speculate that the sex felt as good to Sarah as I did for me,
but she gasped and panted with every thrust. Her eyes flew open as I
pounded her teenage body and I felt wave after wave of intense energy
flowing to my balls.

I felt the tightness I always felt as I neared the point of no return; it
had been seconds and I slowed down, pushing into her harder but less
frequent but Sarah gave me a quizzical look. "Don't fuck about," she cried
and put her hands underneath her thighs and pushed her legs higher. 
"Just ...
oh shit!"

I kissed her and thrusted in as hard as I could manage, jack hammering into
my poor girlfriend who squealed and cried out. I was at the point I was
trying to avoid, but Sarah was massaging my cock so well and her lustful
slickness along with my pent-up horniness was too much. I pushed her
shoulders into the mattress, screwed up my face and pounded into her as
quickly as my muscles would permit.

I grunted. "Oh fucking ... I love you," I cried and pushed deep into my
girlfriend to cum well inside her. I gave a relieved cry, a tear rolling
from my eye as several shots of semen spewed into her. "Oh shit!"

I stayed panting on top of her, and she was smiling at me, running her
hands through my short hair. "Love you too," she promised. We remained in
position for a few moments and Sarah gestured for me to roll onto the bed.

Strings of semen lined her thighs as she sat up and reached for the
tissues, gently wiping herself and looking at me. I had shot a decent
amount into her, and she needed more tissues, but as I stopped panting, she
swung her legs over my head and pushed her wet crack onto my face.

I never minded going down on Sarah - or Abi - even shortly after I had had
sex with them, but the presumptuousness of my beau was striking; she was in
the mood, so I had to be.

My lips connected with her engorged clitoris, and she gave a satisfied
grunt. "Yeah ... there ... do ... hhnnnn."

Her noises trailed off as I sucked on her pearl and massaged it with my
lips, running my tongue over her button and lapping up her juices. She
still tasted as sweet and as delicate as before, but there was an
additional mustiness.

I felt her legs quiver and shake as they pressed against my ears and I
rolled her nipples in my fingers, but there was actually no need; Sarah was
too aroused from the evening's tribulations to need much help and her body
tensed up and then shook violently.

She panted and screamed, crying out my name and descending into hysterical
whimpering. She rocked up and down on my face before squealing again and
pushing forward to show me her pert rear.

She peered back at me panting. "Wow! That was so ..."

The door to my bedroom flew open, and a naked Rhea stood in my doorway.
"For fuck's sake Sarah!"

"Rhea ... get out!"

"Fuck off," Rhea cried as Sarah hid herself under the covers. "Now me and
Simon are trying to watch a porno and all we can hear is you two through
the walls."

"Simon's gone home," Sarah replied instantly. "I saw Zoe take him."

Rhea gave a coy smile. "Yeah ... and he can climb out of his bedroom and is
now in my room. So we haven't got very long, and I don't want to hear you
two fucking, so learn to button it."

"Oh sh ..." I snapped but was interrupted by the lovely Sarah.

"Yeah, sorry Rhea. We'll keep the noise down. We've sort of finished now
anyway."

"Make sure you do," Rhea ordered and closed the door firmly. I looked at my
girlfriend and shrugged.

"We know how to wind her up," I teased. "We always manage to irritate my
sister." Sarah looked up at me and put her head on my shoulder staring at
my eyes. I instinctively smiled, Sarah's blue eyes sparkled in the
half-light, and I saw a warmth and desire in them. "I love you," I muttered
to her. "You are wonderful." Sarah bit her lip and sniffed, the palm of
her hand coming up to wipe her eyes.

"I love you too," she whispered. "But you've gone and made me cry."

"Oh," I muttered but she just giggled.

"It's not bad. I just ... it feels so fantastic. I just wish I could spend
the holidays with you." Her eyes watered again and I put my arm around her
body, squeezing her tightly. "But you'll be here with Abi and Zoe."

"But I'd rather spend it with you," I replied quickly. It was the truth,
and I knew that Sarah and I would struggle if we were apart for any length
of time. Our relationship was quite intense, and the longing we would feel
would get us both down after a few days.

I told Sarah about Zoe and the condoms, but Sarah just shrugged. "She has
tried to lecture me before," Sarah admitted. "I am a little fed up with it.
I don't know how you can tolerate her at times."

"She's just Zoe," I replied. "Not everyone can be like you."

"But how anyone can be like her?" Sarah moaned. "She is just such a
kill-joy. And gets so huffy when people tell her so."

"Well you aren't the most tactful at times," I found myself saying, and
Sarah just snorted.

"With her, I shouldn't have to be. The frigid, uptight bitch." I bit my
lips and wanted to argue with my girlfriend but knew Sarah privately
considered Zoe to be too close to me. She didn't need to worry as I never
saw Zoe as "girlfriend-material" and she certainly had similar thoughts to
me, but there was no way that I was going to tone down a friendship due to
jealousy from my girlfriend.

"She's not that bad," I told her and Sarah scoffed.

"She had a proper go at me at the party and after the Disco. Said that I
was being a tramp and a floosy." I gave a half-hearted laugh, but Sarah was
annoyed. "What's so funny?"

"She calls me a 'sex addict' and all sorts. It's just her way of dealing
with us. You should know that by now."

Sarah scoffed angrily and pushed away from our intertwined bodies. "Well
she can stop it. I'm not a tramp. Or a floosy. And I don't like being
called one. It's not fair, and it's ..." Sarah didn't finish as I kissed 
her
and then started working my way down her body. "Andy, I'm talking to you.
Don't think you can get round me like that!" I pushed her legs apart, and
she resisted, but the moment my lips touched her soft folds, she admitted
defeat.

I swirled my tongue around her maidenhood, and she became her usual
compliant self, groaning and crying out loudly. If the way, to a man's
heart is through her stomach then the way to Sarah's heart was undoubtedly
through her clitoris!

She pushed her body into the mattress and rocked back as my tongue explored
her crack and probed her muskiness. She grunted and panted, squealing very
loudly every time she exhaled. "Oh fuck! Oh God! Hhmmmm."

Sarah's cries got louder, and higher pitched; she shouted out to me and
pressed my head against her dripping cunt. Her legs twitched, and she held
her breath as I flicked her clit strongly and quickly.

Sarah gave a roar as she reached her climax, crying out loudly and panting
as if she had just run a marathon. "Oh God!"

I smiled at her, and she threw her head back, screaming into the room. I
heard movement outside but just sucked on her engorged button until she had
finished her climax.

"I told you!" Rhea barked as the door flew open and she stood there, her
face angry and she crossed her arms. "Be fair, Andy. It's not fair hearing
you two having sex." Her voice was vexed rather than angry, and she cocked
her head. "It would be really great if you two could be a bit more
considerate." I noted a sense of begging in her voice, and we apologised -
more sincerely this time. "Just make sure you do," Rhea warned us as she
slammed the door.

"Yeah, we're going to sleep now," I shouted after her and Sarah gave a
half-hearted smile as I curled up with her. "Of course, I can be quiet if
you fancy giving me a blowjob," I whispered to Sarah, and she smiled at me,
before disappearing under the covers to run her tongue over my glans and
suck the head of my cock.

I muttered a warning to her, but Sarah swallowed my semen as I pumped
several waves into the coltish girl and she came up and we snogged, before
falling asleep in other's arms.

* * * * *

I left Sarah in bed as I got up to go to work. Zoe was waiting for me with
crossed arms as we went into the club. Both of us had volunteered to clean
the club after the party, even though we knew we would not be paid for it.
It seemed fair, we had free food and free drink, and enjoyed ourselves, but
Zoe flatly refused to talk to me.

"I can't believe you did that," she said to me eventually. "I spoke to
Simon last night. You know him, and Rhea have been at it all term."

"Oh Zoe. It's their choice."

"You knew?"

"Well sort of," I told her. "I didn't know, I just guessed, that's all.
Well Sarah did as well."

"And you did nothing!" Zoe threw her cloth onto the table and shook her
head, her eyes fizzing and held out her hands. "They are too young. It's
wrong Andy, why can't you see that?"

"They are not too young, but it's their choice."

"And to encourage them," Zoe added with a tear in her eye and I took a deep
breath. "It's illegal as well as immoral."

"I did not encourage them, but what would you have done? Rhea and Simon
sharing a double bed in a room you aren't in? I wanted to make sure they
were safe," I said, and Zoe just puffed. "Look, it doesn't matter whether
you think I was right or wrong. I did it for the right reasons," I
eventually said, and Zoe grimaced. Deep down, she knew I was right, but it
would take awhile before she would admit it.

"And I heard you gave Rhea a false alibi," Zoe thundered. "When she tried
to commit arson and attempted murder?"

I screwed up my face. "That's stretching it." I sighed and looked at my
friend. "OK, Rhea is obsessed with Simon, she really likes him, now he's a
nice guy, but I don't know what he does to make her so happy. And in the
same way Rhea doesn't know what Sarah does to make me happy, but Rhea is
happy. And she thinks the world of your brother. Now, she thinks that him
being bullied by Nathan is her fault, and she is trying so hard to make it
not happen, but she does it in her way. Which is always going to be a bit
excessive, over the top and foolhardy. But that is Rhea. And she was hit by
Nathan, defending Simon. And did Simon tell you why Rhea did it?"

Zoe shook her head. "It doesn't matter ..."

"Simon was stripped naked in the snow and beaten up in France." Zoe gasped,
and I shrugged. "I protected my sister because deep down, I knew that she
did the wrong thing for the right reasons, which is exactly what you think
I did with the condoms."

Zoe sighed and glared at me. "I don't know you. I don't know you anymore.
Six months ago, you would not have let Rhea have sex, or lied to your
mother, or been complicit in a deception."

"And six months ago, would you have watched porn or travelled to another
town to get pissed in a pub when you are not eighteen, or spend the
afternoon with a pornographer?"

Zoe bit her lip and glared at me. "That's not fair," she told me, and I
nodded.

"I think it is. We are all growing up, and we will make mistakes. But I've
done nothing to hurt anyone and I have always done what I think is right.
You know that. And I have always done, so maybe I haven't changed that
much. Maybe it's you that's changed."

Zoe gulped for a moment and then spun 'round. "And what's with Miss
Edwards?"

"Ahhh well, I shouldn't have mentioned that. I promised Gem ... Christine
that I wouldn't." Zoe's eyes bored into me.

"You cheated on Sarah ... with our teacher, didn't you?"

I sneered at her. "No! It was pre-Sarah. Well it was ... OK Sarah was there
anyway. She's a, well she was a stripper, but you are not to tell anyone."

Zoe gasped again and put her cleaning stuff down. "Sarah's a stripper?
She's not eighteen and ..."

"No ... not Sarah. Gemma. Sorry Christine. Oh fuck ... Miss Edwards is the
stripper ... was the stripper," I flustered.

"Why?"

"For the money," I responded instantly. "Look she was photographed, we did
some photoshoots, and she used to give me Maths tuition. It stopped when
she started working at the College."

"Oh my God."

"Oh Zoe. Didn't Miss Brown teach you anything?" I asked. "And you know they
had a prostitute in the front room when we dropped the purse off. Our
teachers have sex lives. Hell, Rhea's English teacher is currently banging
Mum. They are humans too."

"But they should be ... well they should be setting a good example. As 
should
you. Maybe if, you went celibate, Rhea wouldn't be so tempted to do it."

"Or ... knowing Rhea ... if you went home with a dozen sex toys, a lifetime
supply of condoms and told Simon and Rhea to get jiggy, she'd take up
knitting. How about that?" Zoe's scowl deepened, and I threw the cloth back
into the bucket. "Or just accept that not everyone can or will live up to
your moral code."

"I know ... but ... but ... but ..." Zoe stammered as she tried to work 
out what
she wanted to say, eventually telling me that I had a duty as a big brother
to set an example and sleeping with my Maths tutor was not setting a good
example.

Zoe joined us in the flat for a drink and we took a walk to town before
swapping presents. Sarah and I had bought Zoe a leather-backed bible, we
figured she would probably quite like a properly bound copy of her
scripture and also if she opened it in front of her family, their
perception of us may improve.

Personally, I never worried what Emma and Andrew thought of me, but Sarah
was a little more sensitive and I just part-funded the present after Sarah
had chosen it.

For her part, Zoe groaned when she felt the weight of her gift saying that
it better had not be too expensive and then gave us our small presents
which we said we would open on Christmas Day; Sarah joking said afterwards
that it was probably a bible too!

"Grace," Sarah asked, leaning across the sofa when we returned to the flat.
"When I get to eighteen would you let me work in the club?"

Grace laughed but saw that Sarah was deadly serious. "I don't think your
mother would appreciate it without talking to her," she eventually said,
and Sarah shook her head.

"But I'll be eighteen in fifteen months time - no fourteen months. Third of
March 2000. Or can I do it before I get to eighteen?"

"No. No, you can't do it before you get to eighteen," Mum replied and then
sighed. "But it's not as easy as it looks."

Sarah nodded and then looked at me. "I do stripteases for him all time, so
I have had some practice. And tuition."

"Sarah!" I exclaimed, and Mum just chortled. "I don't think you need to
continue this," I told her, but Sarah just sneered at me.

"I know what you get up to," Mum said looking at me. "You forget Angela,
and I do talk."

"Yes I know that," I replied quickly. "But it is still private."

Sarah looked at me then Mum. "I really want to give it a go," she whined.
"All your staff were so awesome, and I know I would just love it. I loved
being naked on stage, and it felt such a rush."

"It's good for the first night or even the first week. It gets a bit boring
after awhile," Mum told her, and Sarah scoffed.

"And we might still be going out in March 2000," I told her, and she just
crossed her arms.

"So. You asked Abi out, and she did it." I went to reply and saw Mum
looking at me expectantly. "It'll be my choice what I do, won't it? Or do
you think I should dance to your tune?"

I spluttered. "Well, no. But what I mean is, shouldn't we be talking about
it, before you did it."

"Why?" Sarah asked, and Mum raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to date Abi, you
didn't mind with her."

"I know, but it was different."

"Why?" Sarah asked, her face screwed up, and I took a deep breath and went
to respond, but Mum's expression made me stop. I suppose if I was honest
that I never worried about Abi doing it, it came as part of her, and while
I liked to see Sarah do the stripteases and be seductive, I wasn't sure I
wanted her to do it to a room full of horny gentlemen every day.

In the end, I rubbed my nose and just replied. "Because I think it would be
too close to your final exams and I wouldn't want you to miss out on
Cambridge." Mum and Sarah both gave me disbelieving look, and I just
shrugged. "Maybe after the exams in the Summer?"

Sarah puffed at me as I spoke, but Mum just smiled at her. "If your mum
says yes, I will give you a go after the exams, maybe."

Sarah screwed up her face. "But Mum ain't ever gonna say yes." Mum smiled
and got up.

"You'll be surprised," she said a little cryptically and then offered us a
drink as walked towards the kitchen. Sarah leant over and hissed at me.

"You're just jealous," she said. "You couldn't handle me being naked in
front of loads of people."

I raised my eyebrows at her. "I can, I saw you at the party or have your
forgotten about that?" Sarah's expression changed, and she sat aggressively
towards me. "I just worry about you."

"Well don't," she fizzed. "I don't want you to." I looked at her and
crossed my arms, causing Sarah to giggle. "OK. I do. But not in that way!"

* * * * *

"I'd rather spend it with you," Sarah said as she packed the last of her
things. "But Dad has got Christmas off, it's the first time in years, so we
are off to France." Sarah had repeated herself quite a few times, but I
passed her the underwear she had sorted, and she squeezed it down the sides
of the case.

I was certain she had done this deliberately, letting me see that she was
taking her "plain" and unsexy underwear for her ten or so days in southern
France, but she didn't need to; I trusted her, and with Abi staying at our
house for the holidays wondered whether she had her own suspicions.

Of course, it went without saying she didn't need to, and Abi knew the
score with Sarah and myself, but I still wondered whether Sarah was
worried. It appeared not as she didn't broach the subject.

I teased her over whether Eric was going (he was) and whether she had
enough batteries (she hoped so), and Sarah kissed me after we moved her
case onto the floor. Our romantic embrace was ended when Angela barged into
the room and told Sarah to make sure she was ready as they were leaving
early the following morning.

Sarah grunted; it was nine in the evening, and the Baileys had been running
around for three hours as they frantically packed. Sarah was due back just
after New Year, and we had agreed to have a private Christmas celebration
when she returned with a home cooked dinner. Her parents had a party they
wanted to attend a couple of days after landing and Sarah, and I would
certainly enjoy the freedom of an unoccupied house.

Her mother looked at Sarah and myself; I was staying the night but would be
unceremoniously thrown out at 9am when they left the house to go to the
airport. Angela had been reticent when Sarah had suggested it, but she
promised that she would not sulk at all if I spent the last night with her,
and I dutifully promised to be out of the house when they left for the
airport.

Sarah's parents had a Christmas party to attend a local property, and this
was something they were unable to cancel, but Paul arrived with his
girlfriend from Durham University, so we were not home alone. Paul was
taking advantage of the free holiday to spend time with his girlfriend, and
they had spent most of the last few days since the end of University term
with Elsie's parents in the seaside town of Whitby before travelling down
to rural Wendover the day before. "You better not get too tired," Sarah was
warned by her Mum as she got ready to leave. "We have a long journey
tomorrow."

Sarah groaned. "Mum," she grumbled with an annoyed voice. "I do know. But I
can sleep on the plane anyhow."

Angela rolled her eyes, and Sarah ran her hand through her hair smiling at
me. "I am not going to see Andy until 1999 after tomorrow morning. We got
to say goodbye somehow." Angela shook her head and went upstairs to get
ready, and was waiting for her husband at the door an hour later with a
bag.

"What time are you going to be home?" Sarah asked, and Angela looked at us.

"Late," she muttered and called up to her husband for the second time.
Sarah kissed her goodbye and walked into the kitchen.

"Pass my regards onto Robert and Holly for me," I muttered once Sarah had
left earshot and Angela smirked at me.

"Will do," she whispered and rubbed her nose. "And you be careful with my
daughter."

"I always am," I promised as William appeared and Sarah's parents left for
the evening.

Sarah barely waited until the door was closed when she grabbed me by the
arm and pulled me towards the stairs. Paul was coming out of his bedroom as
we reached the landing and rolled his eyes at his occupied sister. "You
OK?" He asked, but I am not sure whom he was referring to.

"Yeah," we both muttered.

Sarah pulled out a bottle from her wardrobe and then two glasses from her
drawer. "How good is this?" Sarah asked and turned her television on that
was in the very corner of her room. She had a twinkle in her eye and
smiled. "OK, I got them off Abi two days ago. She is a very useful
contact!"

Sarah had been provided with a bottle of white wine that she poured into
the goblets and offered one to me, and then withheld it. "When you get
naked."

"Pardon?"

"Naked," she said and put the glass down behind her. She crossed her arms
and raised her eyebrows as I disrobed in front of her, cooing
appreciatively as my boxer shorts fell to the floor. "Better," she told me.

"So, what are we doing?"

"I got a video to watch," Sarah announced with a smirk and got undressed
herself. I held her in my arms exploring her body with smooth strokes that
came down her flanks and kissed her neck from behind. She purred as my
hands gently ran over her nipples and then squeezed them. She writhed
against my body and giggled. "No, not this, yet." Sarah passed me my glass
of wine and nodded towards her single bed.

Sarah dimmed the lights and sat down, patting next to her with her two
remote controls. The video span up and the television switched to "AV"
before a naked woman appeared on the screen and a caption. "A porno?"

Sarah cackled next to me, and I took a gulp of the wine. "Sure. I said Abi
is a great contact. She's got a decent collection, but a couple were locked
away. Hey, they aren't of ... you two ... are they?"

I snorted, and she looked at me. "I don't think so," I told her honestly as
the nude woman was joined by a naked man by a swimming pool. We watched,
and Sarah gulped down her drink and reached for the wine to refill her
glass.

Sarah wriggled as the couple on screen got amorous and had another goblet
of wine, before I had even finished my first. She kept fawning over me, and
I put my wine down and kissed her on the lips, and then slid down her
body, sucking on her nipples and then kissing the tops of her mons.

She pulled me back up and shook her head. "Can we watch some of the film
before I get distracted?" Sarah begged with a titter. "'Cos y'know!"

I sighed and cuddled up to her as we watched the amorous couple get joined
by more and more men until it became a full-on orgy. Sarah sighed and mewed
as she watched it - the woman had an awful lot of men lavish their cocks
upon her. "Jealous?"

"Oh yes," Sarah muttered and giggled at me with a smirk on her face. "But
that's too many guys. I mean, eight now. She's greedy."

"Yeah, I guess with eight you'd need some help," I told her and moved my
hand to her mons, sliding my fingers either side of her slit. "You'd need
to have another girl, like Abi or Ingrid, to take some of the strain.
'Cause you can't have all those guys around you, poking you, and touching
you." I spoke in a quiet voice, and my fingers touched her fold as I
whispered into her ear. "You'd be getting fucked by one and another would
have their cock in your mouth, maybe they would be touching your clit."

"Hmmmm-nnnnn," Sarah muttered and I rolled her pearl in my fingers. "We'd
photo you, just so you could see what a dirty slut you can be and they'd
take you time after time after time until you were full up." I know my
erotic talking was poor, but Sarah was getting off on it, the sounds from
the television and the probing of my fingers. She cried and squealed,
pushing her body against my fingers as her hips adopted a bucking motion.

She opened her eyes and looked at across at me. "Go down there," she
ordered and I couldn't resist her! She was exceptionally wet, and just
groaned the moment my tongue touched her musky crack. She writhed under my
tongue's strokes and exhaled loudly with every flick of her button.

I could hear the sounds of our lucky porn actress behind me, and the
unfaked sounds of female arousal from the girlfriend in front of me; it
sounded like we were at an orgy! My erection dug into the bed, and leaked
pre-cum, but I was focused on Sarah; her engorged clit was being forcefully
lapped by my tiring tongue, and she was squealing and shrieking loudly.

I plunged my finger into her and wiggled my hand violently; Sarah cried out
and screeched, her hands pushing my head into my fingers underneath my
chin and her legs squeezing my ears. Her body shook and tensed up and she
held her breath, before letting out a deafening roar.

She panted, and moved her legs out as my fingers pressed against the side
of her vaginal wall and she caterwauled lustfully and vociferously, pushing
her head back and swearing involuntarily at me.

She gasped and puffed as my mouth made an "O" over her clitoris and sucked.
She thrashed her legs and emitted a sound with every exhalation; she was
going to orgasm again and I watched her out of the corner of my eye.

Sarah yelled out as her entire body shook violently, and her legs pressed
against my head so tightly I thought my eyes would pop out of their
sockets! Her climax seemed to last forever, and she rolled over onto her
side, squeezing her thighs as my tongue just sucked her clit and my fingers
pressed on her wall.

She screeched and yelled as her legs shook violently and her pussy squeezed
my intruding fingers. "Stop," she begged and I pulled her left leg back on
the bed and slid on top of her. I didn't need any help in finding her
hole, and she gasped as it slid all the way in.

I knew I wouldn't last too long, but Sarah felt unbelievably tight and with
every thrust got so close to the point of no return. I resisted for as
long as I could but screwed up my face with a grunt and unloaded my cum
into the little minx underneath me.

She kissed me as I experienced my aftershocks and beamed as I disengaged
our semen-covered genitals from each other. "Love you," I told her and she
smiled.

"Love you too. Gonna miss you!"

Sarah flicked the pornography off with a wave of the remote control and set
the tape to rewind. I held out my hand to my lover and pulled her to her
feet, ignoring the wet patch on the bed

I walked out with Sarah, we both needed cleaning up and almost walked into
a topless Elsie coming out of the door next to us. She shrieked, and her
long dark brown hair shook as she spun around.

"Sorry," I said immediately; I think she was stunned by her toplessness and
our nakedness.

"It's OK," Elsie said as I covered my dripping cock. "We heard you." Paul
emerged from the room and cackled at us stood motionless in the corridor.

"You should learn to be quiet," Paul said as he put his head around the
door with a smirk. "Hearing my little sister like that. It's ..."

"It's enough to make her jealous," my naked and slightly tipsy girlfriend
teased from behind me. "Go on Paul, make your bird scream!"

Paul blushed and spluttered as he wrapped his arm around Elsie to preserve
her modesty. "He does fine," Elsie told her, and I squeezed Sarah's hand.
It was a tense moment - we both looked at Paul and Elsie expecting them to
make the next move, but Sarah spoke first.

"Not that fine," Sarah teased. "What you need to is to go down on ..."

"Sarah!" Paul cried and scowled at her. "I don't want to hear it. You're my
baby sister."

Sarah giggled and kissed me on the lips. "There's nothing wrong with a bit
of great sex. And I don't think poor Elsie is getting enough." Elsie
spluttered, and Paul squeezed his partner.

"She's had a few," I explained, and Sarah squeezed my cock.

"Yeah ... orgasms! How many have you had, Elsie?" Elsie looked up at 
Paul who
was scowling at Sarah.

"Come on," I gestured to my girlfriend and pulled her towards the bathroom
to get cleaned up. "What is it with siblings," I moaned as I took a wad of
toilet tissue.. "But that was mean!"

We came out into the landing to hear talking from the other side of Paul's
door. "I know," she giggled loudly. "But if my brother isn't looking after
her, she'll dump him. It's for his own good."

"Not everything come down to sex," I told my girlfriend as I opened her
bedroom door. She smiled at me as she sat on the bed and we heard the
unmistakeable sounds of female arousal.

"She's faking it," Sarah muttered, but Elsie was grunting and groaning
loudly and Sarah giggled. "I'm not having that!"

Sarah cleared her throat. "Oh yeah ... Oh God," Sarah squealed with a glint
in her eye. "Oh ... oh fuckin' hell."

"Sarah," I hissed, but she threw herself back on the bed and started
bouncing on it, ensuring her headboard banged against the wall. She shouted
and screamed, faking her orgasm very convincingly.

"Come on," she begged with a grin as "Elsie" orgasmed for the second time
through the wall. "She is definitely faking it."

"How can you tell?"

"Come here you hot ... man," Elsie shouted. "Cover me in your ... love 
juice."

We sniggered, and Sarah shrugged. "She is very sheltered," Sarah whispered.
"God knows what she's been reading or watching."

I coughed, but Sarah pulled me over to her, and pushed me into her crotch.
"Want something?"

Sarah nodded and rubbed her slit as my tongue danced over her labia. She
giggled and sighed, pushing her hips forward and muttering gleefully as my
lips sealed over her clit.

She was extremely aroused and groaned the moment I started flicking her
button. She whimpered and mewled with every touch and ran her hands through
my hair. She exaggerated every sound, screaming out my name as my tongue
flicked and sucked her to a shuddering climax.

"Fuck yes, don't stop," Sarah cried out. I shook my head, but Elsie
screeched.

"That big, ahh that will never fit and ... oh my God."

"So na<ve," Sarah murmured at me and my fingers probed her hole and began
to rotate as my tongue glided over her slit, my chin resting on my wrist.

Sarah, once again, made loud and crude screams that left everyone with no
doubt what we were doing. We heard Elsie yell louder about it "feeling so
good" and Sarah giggled.

The battle between Sarah and Elsie continued as Sarah had four real orgasms
and about a dozen fake ones, and I lost track of how many Elsie had. Sarah
simulated the sound of headboards banging as well as really spanking me on
the bed to give the sound of some "kinkiness."

"Cry out," Sarah hissed and hit me as hard as she could on my back.

"Ooowwww," I yelled at her and scowled. "That bloody hurt."

Sarah giggled and hit me again. "That's the idea."

"How about me hitting you?" I asked as I put myself out of range. "Or we
could just watch a film."

"No way," Sarah moaned and then went down on me as a "treat" as long as I
made lots of loud cries, groans and praised her loudly. Her ostentatious
shows of sexual satisfaction were not making me comfortable, but Sarah
loved the idea of teasing her brother with her vocal lustfulness.

We heard Paul and Elsie leave their room as Sarah swallowed my semen and
she looked at me. I kissed her on the lips and explored her mouth with
tongues. "Not what I expected to be doing on our last night," I told her
and she shrugged.

"What going down on me, and sex, and ... stuff. Sure you did!"

"Come on, let's get something to drink!" Sarah put a T-Shirt over her that
barely covered her waist, and I had a pair of shorts to put on to cover my
dignity.

"You so need to learn to fake orgasms," Sarah told Elsie as we got
ourselves a drink. Elsie looked up from the dining table and shook her
head. "Or you need to learn to give her real ones."

"I wasn't fakin' 'em," Elsie blushed and looked at Paul, biting her lip. "I
...."

Sarah cackled and cuddled up to me. "Let's just say you aren't going to be
an actress," she teased and Paul crossed his arms. "Or a porn star."

"We were just giving you a taste of your medicine. It's not nice to hear
your brother or sister having sex," he told his younger sister, and she
just giggled and kissed me on the lips.

"We didn't mean to, originally," I told Sarah's brother and took the two
cups of tea I was making. "But we'll leave you alone. And we'll be quiet,"
I promised.

Sarah licked her lips and smiled at me, wiggling her hips as we walked out
of the room. "Not that quiet!" I turned back to apologise, but Elsie and
Paul were kissing, and Sarah had that glint in her eye: I had boyfriendly
duties to perform.

* * * * *

Sarah's alarm clock rudely woke us up at seven in the morning. Sarah had
set it so we could have one last kiss and cuddle, but I was too worn out
from the night before and we just held each other. We had eventually gotten
to sleep after Sarah's parents had returned and we had been having sex off
and on for most of the previous five hours! "Either I have butterflies in
my stomach, or I am just hungry," Sarah whispered and I laughed.

"You say the most romantic of things," I whispered back and kissed her
neck.

"I'd rather you kissed me down there," Sarah said and slid my hands down
the bed.

"Aren't you worn out yet?"

"No," Sarah moaned and I stretched. "I am not going to be gettin' any Andy
lovin' for almost two weeks."

"Ahh ..." I told her. "Well I am not getting any Sarah lovin' either. Or 
any
Andy lovin' 'cause you've banned me."

"OK," she muttered. "You can play with yourself again now." There was a
pause, and she bit her lip. "But please, not with Abi or Scarlet or ..."

"Of course not," I replied quickly. "Why would you think I would?"

"I want us to, but not yet," I saw her voice croak and hugged her. "I mean,
I know us being apart is tough, but I want us to do it with someone
together first. Make it ... well special."

I kissed her on the lips. "I only have eyes for you," I promised her and
held her tight.

"Yeah, but you are spending Christmas with Abi. And you had eyes for her
once. And I just know that ..."

"Sssshhh!" I told her and kissed her again. "I am not going to be going
wandering. Stop thinking that I will." She smiled slightly and went to
protest. "I spent all summer chasing you, you think I would throw it away?"

"I wasn't saying that, I was ... oh I don't know. I sort of know you won't
and I ... I'm being silly aren't I?"

"Yes, you are," I told her, and she wrapped her naked arms around me.

"Of course, if you were to carry out your threat because of Donna and 
...." My
eyes clearly told her that I was winding her up as she pushed me after I
spoke.

"I think you've done well enough on that score," she told me. "I know
you've made an effort, but she wants to leave College 'cause of Ray now."

"Shit! Really?"

"Yeah," Sarah muttered and shrugged. "He is being a right cock at the
moment, and I know Donna was a bitch, but he's gone way over the top. Donna
blames you for it, reckon it's Rhea's influence."

I spluttered and shook my head. "No offence but that's whacked out. Rhea
and Ray aren't friends; she would tease him mercilessly."

"She teases everyone mercilessly," Sarah moaned. "She can be very selfish
at times."

"You think I don't know this?" I asked and put my arms around Sarah. "But
you won't need to worry about her for weeks, will you?"

Sarah didn't get to answer the question as there was a bang on the door as
Angela told Sarah she had "ten minutes."

I looked into her eyes and slid down the bed. "Guess I've got boyfriendly
duties to perform," I told her but she hauled me back and shook her head.
"69," she whispered.

"I'm worn out," I moaned, and Sarah cocked her head. OK; go on then," I
muttered as Sarah got out of her single bed, swung her legs over my head
and let her body rest on my face. I probed her slit with my tongue as her
mouth slid over my engorged cock and sucked with wild abandon.

I lapped up her sapid muskiness and ran my tongue down her slick runway
before sucking on her engorged pearl. Sarah squalled lustfully into my cock
as I lapped at her cunt and my hands explored her body.

She was sighed and gasped as her tongue darted around my head, but I knew
she was nearing her orgasm, and I sucked on her clit to bring her to a
climax.

She doubled her efforts on my manhood, swirling her tongue around the head
as I neared my own climax and I mumbled a warning into her dripping crotch.

She finished me off by stroking my cock, and my whimpers were masked by her
body over my mouth. I ran my hands up and down her back before sighing
into her slit. "Thank you," I muttered as she reached for the tissues and
cleaned me up.

"Thank you," Sarah replied as she wiped herself. "Nice thing to end on?"

"Yeah," I muttered and she grinned at me.

"Come on, we better get dressed."

Angela gave us a knowing look as we came down for breakfast. I had packed
my little bag and had it with me, but she was darting here, there and
everywhere. She gave me a catalogue to give back to Mum that contained
alcoholic drinks and got annoyed with Sarah when she forgot to bring her
luggage down.

William and I loaded up their car, and with a few minutes to spare the
entire family were ready. I kissed Sarah goodbye, and she promised to ring
me with a number I could contact her on before I waved them off. Although,
Angela and William offered to drop me off at the station or Aylesbury, it
would involve detours from their intended journey to Stansted Airport, and
I wanted the time to myself.

By the time, I got to the station I was already missing Sarah, and as
pathetic as it sounded the fact that I would not see her for nearly a
fortnight made me feel a little empty. There was something about knowing
she was in the next town and not busy that obviously satisfied an urge that
I had. I wanted her to be here with me, and I wanted to spend Christmas
with her.

Zoe didn't say much when I got to the club, she had just arrived herself,
but she noticed I wasn't talkative and came across. "She'll be back soon
enough," she said softly and touched my arm. "The days will fly by, you'll
hardly notice she has gone." I looked up, and Zoe just shrugged.
"Honestly."

"Yeah, I'm sure. I just would have liked to spend some of Christmas with
her. I spent last Christmas Day with Paula, and the one before that, and
the one before that. I just don't know what I'll do. We are having our
Christmas in January," I muttered.

Zoe looked up at me and smiled. "You know Simon is coming on Boxing Day."

I screwed up my face and shook my head. "No."

Zoe giggled. "He asked Mum if he could stay the night and she said no, so
they had a bit of an argument. End result is that he is coming over after
lunch but has to be home by 10pm. Which he didn't like."

"You coming too?"

Zoe bit her lip. "Well I haven't been invited."

"I didn't think you were talking to me," I added, and Zoe took a deep
breath.

"I am a little annoyed that you gave them condoms, and didn't tell me, but
I s'pose when I thought about it, I expected little else really. I know
what you are like, you never betray anyone's confidence, and that isn't a
bad thing. I was just shocked."

I raised my eyebrows. "Here's a thing. Expect the very worst from Rhea, and
then you can't be shocked!"

"It was Simon though. He has changed in the last few months." I gave a
chuckle, but Zoe was serious. "I don't think it's all bad, but he
definitely changed. He is more confident and happier in himself."

"So Rhea is a good thing?" I asked flippantly, and Zoe snorted.

"She's not been bad for him, he is different. I just never thought he would
be having sex at such a young age. I mean, I spoke to him about it, and he
went all embarrassed and then started asking about whether Sarah and I in
the summer was biblically OK, which it wasn't." I sighed at her, and Zoe
just stared at the dirty table. "I keep asking myself what should I do? If
I tell Mum and Dad they will stop Simon from ever seeing Rhea, but I don't
want to keep secrets."

"You get yourself knotted up," I said with a calm voice and held out my
hand to her, to guide her to the chair. I put my finger underneath her chin
and lifted it up, so she was looking directly into my eyes. "You can't
solve everything. Let Simon and Rhea do their own thing, just make sure
they aren't taking any silly risks," I suggested to her and Zoe shrugged.

"It just feels so wrong."

"What that your brother has a sex life? You say that about Sarah and I," I
replied and Zoe snorted.

"Well, you two are immoral," Zoe said quickly and then looked
apologetically at me.

"Well I will not be immoral over the course of the holiday," I promised,
and Zoe grinned at me.

"I should hope not."

* * * * *

Zoe was keen to get away as soon as possible on Christmas Eve and I found
myself locking up alone and dropping the keys off upstairs. Simon was being
chased by Rhea around the living room, and I took to helping Simon out by
throwing my little sister onto the sofa before going to meet some old
friends with a bag of presents.

Scarlet called out to me as I walked into the pub; she was waiting for me
in the corner with a pint of beer in front of her and a glass of wine.
"Eddie's picking me up in an hour and a half" she told me. "That'll be long
'nough, right?"

I smiled and passed her over two presents - a photographic book of naked
women for Eddie and an ankle bracelet for Scarlet. I had deliberately not
told Sarah or Mum what I had bought her as I didn't want the questions and
Scarlet passed over a wrapped package for me.

"Cheers," I thanked her sitting down. "You didn't have to."

"And you didn't have to," Scarlet replied. "But I guessed you might."

"So Eddie OK now? You're meeting me for a Sunday drink and ..." Her eyes
flickered.

"You arranged it for him to attend an orgy. He thinks your alright." I
laughed at her and she licked her lips, wiping her face. "We have an
arrangement," she confessed.

"What sort of arrangement?"

"Well let's just say I've let him give one of his hands on his farm a good
performance review." I hummed, and she smiled. "I will be away for a month
in January, and it'll make life difficult for us, so I told him to." I
looked into her eyes, and she cocked her head. "I was a stripper for
months, and he had to accept that. And I saw him with your Sarah. He was
shocked but happy with it, and I just feel like it's only fair."

"I can't see Sarah allowing me to have wandering hands without her," I
joked and then screwed up my face as I thought. "Actually ..."

Scarlet smiled at me. "From what Isobel says ..." she paused as she 
looked at
my expression. "Yes, and I do still see her. From what she says Sarah is
just the sort of girl to get you to do that."

"Well she's told me not to for Christmas."

Scarlet giggled. "I know. I think Isobel really wanted to do something
naughty. You know she is getting quite desperate."

"Really?" I was a little surprised at how little I had missed Abi's lustful
episodes, but then they were replaced by Sarah's libido. What's she doing
now?"

"She's in a weird position." Scarlet continued by telling me that "Isobel"
did not want a relationship but did want sex, but also some emotional
attachment. "Basically she wants another you."

"Another project," I muttered, and Scarlet waved her hand in acceptance of
this as she drank her drink. Scarlet was certainly still herself - as
upbeat yet calm as ever and just asked subtly about the things in my life.

She looked into my eyes when she asked me about Vanessa and the drugs in
the club, and she became the second person I confessed my night of weakness
to. "S'ok," she told me. "Everyone tries it once. Just don't do it again."
I tried to think of something to say, but she just giggled. "Ahh the
amount of drugs on set. It's like a Columbian ... well I'm sure you can
guess."

"I'm not proud of it," I told her, and she nodded.

"Shouldn't be."

"But I just want to forget it, and now that Vanessa's gone, it shouldn't
come up again."

Scarlet wiped her brow and nodded. "Your mum's always been very sharp on
drugs," she told me. "I've worked in the odd place or two," the pretty
actress confessed. "And Aylesbury is the only place where it is not
secretly tolerated."

"Right ... well you can see why I didn't confess."

"If your mum asked she probably already knows," Scarlet told me. "Deep
down, she knows. But then if you didn't admit it and you aren't doing Coke
any more she's probably not going to find out 'less you tell her."

"Which I won't be doing," I replied immediately. "I can own up to all my
indiscretions except that one. It is one step too far." Scarlet gave me a
look, and I just shrugged, eager to move the conversation on. "So what's
Eddie up to today?"

"It's down time on the farm. He's talking to a few people. He needs to sort
some stuff out in the new year - all about calves and the milk herd. Says
he wants to get some new breeds in." I looked at her, and she just
shrugged. "I don't understand much of it," she confessed. "It's all over my
head."

"He hasn't got you working there then."

Scarlet's face twisted. "Ahh, he already has help, though I think he needs
some more. He ... he doesn't tell me too much." I went to speak, and she
smiled at me. "I know what you are going to say. If I was more of a
farmer's wife I'd know but ..."

"But it isn't you. Yes, I think you told me." Scarlet rocked back in her
chair and nodded.

"No, it isn't me. But he has enough girls and guys in the village who do
want to help him. I mean getting messy and chasing animals and stuff. I
don't mind helping him because he is the one I love, but I won't enjoy
doing it. And he thinks I should, but would you enjoy shovelling cow shit?"
I shrugged.

"No. But I've told Sarah to get a job, and she hasn't. I am sure shovelling
cow shit ..." Scarlet burst into laughter and she spoke about Sarah; she got
the impression Sarah was lustfully impulsive and then wondered if it was
such a good idea for her to be working with her highly lustful partner.

"I mean, he told me of a game he used to do when he was younger. It's
chicken with a muck spreader. Him and his brothers used to stand behind the
muck spreader and the last one to run won, unless they got hit. It's
disgusting."

"It sounds like what kids'd get up to!"

We chatted amicably and had a few drinks. Scarlet had got her place on the
television series - The Ten Rules of Infidelity - and her dinner had purely
been the director giving her the good news and welcoming her to the
production team. "No stripping required," she told me with a smirk.

As we finished our third drink, Scarlet looked at her watch and muttered.
"Better go now. Eddie'll be ready." I looked up at the clock and smiled; we
had been talking for almost two hours.

"Sure," I told her and we got up, walking out of the pub and into the car
park where Eddie was waiting. I gave Scarlet a peck on the cheek and waved
at her as she drove down the street; Scarlet was fast becoming a close
confidant - the sort of person Zoe should be if she stopped evangelising at
me.

Another person I did have to see was Ray and I had only just bought his
present - a book on how to photograph young ladies naked - the day before
(the local bookshop had to order it in.)

I rang him from my mobile, and he told me that he was at home, but his
voice was terse and abrupt; I wondered what had happened. The train journey
to Ray's house didn't take long as I managed to time my arrival at the
station just as a train was due to leave. The ticket office was closed (as
usual), and I took my chances on the train.

I was sweating a bit as it approached Stoke Mandeville as there was a
ticket inspector working his way through the train, but I got off before he
got to me.

I knew there was always an immorality to my "fare dodging" and I always
bought a ticket if I was going to Harrow or London, but it was a ridiculous
sum of money for just one or two stops and I didn't like the monopoly they
had. In essence, it was something that both Rhea and I did, although we
were often careful to have the change on us; if I had been stopped I could
have said the ticket office was closed, and I wanted to buy a ticket from
the inspector, which was technically allowed.

Ray was in the garden, his arm wrapped around the incredibly fluorescent
Lucille; she looked like something from the 1980s, but her skin tight
clothes made her look fairly sexy. "Hiya mate," Ray called when he saw me
and passed me a bottle of local ale from a bucket.

Lucille and Ray were both smoking, and Lucille offered me the packet of
cigarettes to take one, but I declined. "Happy Christmas," I said as I sat
down and opened the beer on the bottle opener. "And cheers."

"You staying for a bite to eat?" Ray asked me, and I shook my head as I
took a gulp of the brown alcohol.

"Nah, and when did you start smoking?"

"I've smoked for ages," Ray said quickly. I shot a glance as Lucille
inhaled and shook my head; Ray hadn't smoked since Zoe, and I tried it many
years ago, and it was clear to me that he had adopted a smoking habit to
impress Lucille.

"But your parents don't like smoking," I told him and Lucille's eyebrows
raised slightly.

"Yeah, I know. They don't like Lucille sleeping in my room either." He
paused for a moment and took a swig from his drink. "But her folks are in
Bermuda or Barbados or somewhere, so she's here for Christmas. Just wish my
folks would fuck off to Bermuda for Christmas too."

I rolled my eyes and heard some footsteps at the end of the garden. "I
heard that Master Ashton," a motherly voice told him firmly. "And we've let
you have Lucille over and to stay in your room, even though you've only
known her for a few weeks. So you mind your tongue."

I laughed and sat back on the chair. "Parents, eh?" I teased Ray, but he
just shrugged. I had never seen Ray as being particular boastful but he was
certainly excited and gleeful, happily telling me that he had almost a
dozen films developed of intimate photos of Lucille.

The flamboyant fashionista giggled at this, and she tapped at the table
with her multicoloured nails. "But it's soooo sexy!" She told me and got up
to go to the toilet.

I took the time to ask Ray exactly what had happened with Donna and he
flinched as he spoke. "I caught her going out with an old boyfriend," he
admitted. "Danny - and she went back to his house with his friends." He
gulped and swirled his drink. "When I asked her, she just said she was
drunk and that I would forgive her as I always did, so I told her to do
one."

"Sorry mate," I muttered and he pursed his lips and gave me a snort.

"Best thing that could have happened" he told me. "Met Luci and she's way
nicer." I left soon after I finished my beer and wished both Ray and
Lucille happy holidays, setting off towards the train station with some
pace.

I heard some running footsteps as I walked down the road to the station and
turned to see Jenny - or "Jessica" - catch up with me. I turned to greet
her, and she slapped me with a grin. "You deserve that," she said firmly.

"What for?"

"Boasting," she said, but she was smiling. "I know you boasted to Ray about
us."

"Ahh yes. Well he got my blood up. Sorry 'bout that."

"So you bloody should be." I bit my lip as the sexy girl - dressed in just
a T-Shirt and jeans - shivered. "I thought you'd be a little discreet."

"Yeah, it sort of came out," I confessed, and she took a deep breath. "I've
kept all my other liaisons secret."

"And I heard you set him up with that Lucille. What were you thinking of?"

"I didn't set them up. I got a commission to do some photography and took
Ray along." Jenny's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms.

"But she is ... just dreadful."

"Ray likes her. Actually Ray says he loves her."

"Well Ray has seriously shit taste in girls. Donna then Lucille. Do you
know the sounds that I have heard coming through the walls? I mean 6am this
morning. 6am! Do you think I want to hear her screaming echoing in my
room? And they were at it from 6am to 10am. That's four hours. She must
have genitals of asbestos!"

"That's not my fault," I told her and she snorted.

"Every night and every morning since she's arrived. Every bloody day. I
know they have only just started going out, but every bloody day."

"Honeymoon period? I mean, it's only natural isn't it?"

"No!" Jenny cried, and I gestured towards the station; there were not many
trains on Christmas Eve and I didn't want to miss the one I was planning to
get and have to wait for an hour until the next one. "It's just ... so
inconsiderate. It's not Ray."

"No," I agreed. "It's not Ray. But his split with Donna's made him
self-centred."

Jenny hummed in agreement and sat down with me on the platform; my train
was twenty minutes late. She told me that she had enjoyed going back to the
club but had to work on Friday afternoons at her "other job" so that meant
she was missing the team meetings, which Mum wasn't too happy about! In
turn, I told her what happened at the Christmas Disco with Donna and Ray
and she crossed her arms. "I'll have to have a word with him!"

"Well don't tell him that I told you," I panickily told her, and she
grinned.

"You wouldn't keep our secret to Ray," she teased and then told me that I
had nothing to worry about. "He can't go flashing Donna's underwear to his
class. That's bang out of order."

My train arrived a few minutes later, and I wished the Burlesque dancer a
Merry Christmas. Aylesbury was almost derelict as I walked back from the
train station - the last minute shoppers all but gone and sat down on the
couch with Rhea as I came in; there was a classic film on in the
background. "Hiya, what you been up to?"

Rhea looked at the door and shrugged. "Nothing. Why?"

I smiled at her evasiveness. Abi sat down next to me and cuddled into me
with a glass of wine. She looked at Rhea with a glint in her eye. "What is
Santa bringing you?"

Rhea puffed and smiled. "Fat man comes into my room, calls me a 'ho', he is
going to get flattened," Rhea told her with a grin.

"Basically nothing," I teased. "You see Santa has a Naughty and Nice list."

"Yeah, and I am certainly on the naughty list. Hell I think I'm past
naughty and onto the dreadful list. But that's fine, 'cos all the
interesting people are on that list."

"And maybe Satan will treat those on that list."

"Did you know Santa and Satan are anagrams of each other," my sister asked
with a grin. "A coincidence? Not friggin' likely!" We laughed at her, and
Abi started asking about Sarah. I was reluctant to talk about my
relationship with Rhea in the room, but she soon disappeared and with just
my ex-lover and I sitting down on the sofa I felt much more at ease.

Mum came back as I had finished telling Abi about Sarah's plans for
orgiastic debauchery, and I cut short my description; it felt good to have
the long-haired Scottish girl back in the flat as in a weird way I had
missed her. Apart from film nights, I rarely had a reason to see Abi, and
she never stayed over any more, so I was seeing less and less of her.

Of course, Abi being the liberal, relaxed young lady that she was, she was
not upset by the lack of contact and along from the odd game of text
message tennis we had played she was apparently happy with the status quo.

I asked her on this, and she just shrugged and rubbed the back of my hand.
"S'ok," she muttered. "Seriously, it's OK. It's good to see you with Sarah,
I always told you that you'd make a great couple and ..." Her voice mumbled.
"I think your happier now."

I couldn't deny this, but I still wanted Abi in my life and she gave me a
coy smile as I told her. "And I still want you," she replied.

* * * * *

Abi was the first to wake up, and she poked her head around the door.
"Santa's been," she cried, her face dripping with schoolgirl
over-excitement. I looked up from my bed and beckoned her inside; I almost
felt a little lost that she hadn't spent the night in my bed but knew that
I had a promise to keep to Sarah.

Abi's eyes glistened in the weak wintery sunshine poking through the crack
in the curtains. "Excited?" I teased, and Abi stuck her tongue out.

"I've not had a reason to look forward to Christmas for years," she
muttered and held out her hand to me. "Come on, get up."

I pushed my duvet to one side and showed her my morning erection. "I'm up,"
I teased, and Abi's eyes flickered to it.

"Too bad Sarah is not here," she muttered and grabbed my hand. "Come on." I
slung a dressing gown over my shoulders and walked downstairs to see Rhea
and Mum already around the table getting their breakfast. I guessed Abi had
woken them up first, and I looked across at their sleepy faces and weary
eyes. "Whatcha havin'?"

"Sleep?" I asked with a smile. "Or failing that a fry up - bacon, eggs,
sausages, fried bread, hash browns, black pudding, beans, mushrooms,
tomatoes ..."

"Have some muesli," Abi said firmly. "I have'ne a time to make all that." I
laughed as she poured a stingy portion of cereal into a bowl and passed it
to me with a splash of milk. There was some tea in the tea pot on the
table, and I looked at my family. "Abi woke you up?"

"Yes," they said in unison but Abi shrugged from behind them.

"Ahh ... but it's Christmas."

It certainly showed the feelings we all had for the wild stripper from
Scotland as anyone else waking Rhea up without a very good reason before
7am was in serious danger of getting their head kicked in, but Abi had not
only managed it, but done it so that both Mum and Rhea were not angry.

Everyone had taken Abi to heart; she was a vulnerable and scared woman when
we first met her, but in the six months since had morphed into a true
member of the family. Rhea finished her cereal and got up, but Abi almost
jumped on her and led her to the front room. I followed right behind and
walked over to the Christmas tree.

"Wait for me," Mum cried and reached us as we got to the gift laden pine.
Rhea and I started sorting out the presents as Abi watched, almost dancing
from one leg to another.

I put Julie's present back under the tree and then looked at Mum. "Is Julie
coming down?" I asked, and Mum shrugged.

"She sent me a text a few days ago saying she might pop down after New
Year," she said solemnly. "She is up in Derby with Oliver I think."

"Oh," Abi said and then looked at our faces and Rhea just grunted.

"Yeah, well, bollocks to her. She never did like having much to do with
us."

Mum scowled a little; Julie was her daughter, her first child and Rhea's
hostile attitude towards her own sister always upset Mum a little. I
suppose I knew why Rhea felt like that, Julie had been slowly
disintegrating herself from the family for years, she spent most of her
college years at her boyfriend's or friend's houses, and since she went to
University, I had barely seen her.

Personally, I did not mind too much, I don't think Julie ever really wanted
a brother or a sister as we cramped her style too much, and while I could
not shake the fact that she was my sister, it wouldn't be too wrong to say
that I didn't actually like her that much.

Strangely, I found a far closer affinity with Rhea. She may have hit,
poisoned, strangled, drowned, embarrassed, humiliated, gauged and burnt me
over the years, but she was my little sister, and for all her faults I
loved her immensely.

Abi looked at Rhea and then muttered. "It's not good when sisters don't
like each other, Rhea." I thought back to the disagreeable Moira and
nodded, and Mum looked at me.

It was a familial tradition that at Christmas, we took it in turns to pass
the gifts we had bought to each person; Mum thought it got confusing when
we had a mountain of presents in that we forgot who had bought what, and it
also meant we could (and would) thank the person who had got us the gift.

I went first and passed Mum a couple of presents and then Rhea a couple,
and then Abi three gifts and put the remainder back under the tree - they
were for Sarah. There was already a pile of gifts under the Christmas tree,
they were from Dad or other people - and most were for Mum from the club.

Rhea eagerly tore off the poorly-wrapped gift and smiled when she saw and
England rugby shirt, putting it over her nightie and cooing. "Awesome bro,"
she screeched, and I grinned. Rhea did like her rugby, but then it was the
most violent game she was allowed to play. I did wonder if they would
allow her to box or do a martial art and then decided that it was unwise
thought.

Mum liked her video and CD I had bought her, and Rhea scanned the back of
her compilation CD I had bought and scowled. "It has the Spice Girls on
it," she moaned, and I shrugged.

"Perhaps if you work out how to use the fast forward button, it wouldn't be
so bad," I teased and Rhea just poked a tongue out at me. We watched Abi
who was rolling a bracelet in her hand and looked at me.

"It's wonderful," she almost whispered and wiped a tear from her cheek. The
silver bracelet had a number of small charms on them, and I had bought it
at the workshop in Harrow, I knew how much she loved her jewellery and she
just bit her lip, slipping the silver chain over her wrist. "Look Grace."

Mum smiled at it and then looked at me. "It's nice," she muttered, and
Rhea's eyes narrowed. Abi opened a book from me and then a giant picture
frame of her in bluebells. Rhea spluttered at the suggestiveness of the
picture, but Abi was clothed and decent.

Rhea had bought me a book on photography as well as a bedpost (for me to
record all the notches), and Mum had bought me some clothes, but I detected
that they were Abi's choice. Rhea had a handheld games console that she
gleefully powered on, and we looked towards Abi.

Abi had a small box of gifts and started by passing me a small package that
I tore open to be confronted with a posing pouch. Rhea cackled at the
elephant on the front. "It's from the girls," Abi said. "We couldn't let
Christmas pass by without something."

"Which ones?" I asked, and Abi just smiled.

"All of them." Mum replied giggling as I held it up and Abi passed her a
heavy box that contained a bottle of vintage wine and Rhea unwrapped some
games for her newly held games console.

Lastly, Abi passed me a small cube, and I looked at her smirking. I could
tell something was afoot, but I didn't know what. Mum looked on, and even
Rhea put down her clothes she had unwrapped from Abi to watch. "What?" I
asked, looking at the faces staring at me.

"Well open it," Rhea answered and I tentatively unwrapped the red and gold
wrapping paper. I bit my lip and saw a burgundy box a few inches wide with
OMEGA stamped across the top.

I looked at Abi who was smirking at me. "A watch?" I asked, opening it
slowly gasping as I saw the solid watch.

"It's the same one James Bond wears isn't it?" Rhea asked, and Abi nodded.

"Wow," I said and looked at the small booklet and guarantee that came with
it. The watch was solidly built, a sturdy timepiece that fit around my left
wrist and felt expensive. Abi looked into me, and put my arms around her
to hug her. "Thank you."

Abi choked back a tear. "If you two are going to get soppy then I need to
leave the room," Rhea teased, and we broke apart from our hug.

I had sent Dad up an engraved tankard with Rhea, and a small box had
arrived from Coniston a week ago that Mum distributed. I saw that she had a
small gift, and as I teased her to open it, she just muttered something
about "later."

Dad had bought me a telephoto lens for my camera, and Rhea had a mobile
phone that was newer than mine. There were small gifts for Sarah and Simon
as well as something for Julie. "Go on," I teased Mum. "Open it."

Mum shot me a nervous look and then Rhea started, the squirrelling away of
the gift having passed unnoticed due to the GameBoy Colour in her palm but
her eyebrows shot up when she saw the present by Mum's side. "What's Dad
got you?"

"I'll look later," she muttered again, scowling at me but Rhea dived
forward and picked it up.

"Feels light. Bet it's jewellery or money."

Mum sighed and glaring at me, tore open the packaging. It was a diamond
necklace, and she rubbed her chin. "He always buys too much," she muttered
to Abi who held the thin chain in her hands.

"It's very nice though," Abi replied, and Mum picked it up and put it back
in the box, getting up to make everyone a drink.

"I thought," I started, whispering to Abi. "Diamonds are meant to be
special."

Abi smiled. "They are."

I just shrugged, but Rhea had turned her attention back to the purple box
of electronics in her palm. I saw a flash of red under the tree and pulled
out the two presents from Scarlet and Ray that I had diligently stashed the
day before.

"Who's that from?" Mum asked, still looking at the bracelet Dad had bought
her, and I confessed. Rhea groaned.

"Not another one," she moaned. "How many girls are you sleeping with?"

Abi laughed. "Past tense Rhea. Slept with, he has Sarah now."

Rhea screwed up her face. "Oh you haven't, have you?" I panicked a little
and looked at Mum, Abi and then my little sister; Abi's attempted joke at
correcting Rhea's grammar had an unintended effect and I was left with two
accusatory stares.

"It was a long time ago," I muttered and Rhea crossed her arms.

"Just how many strippers have you been messin' with?" I could tell from her
assertive tone that it was a rhetorical question, but it did get me
wondering: Abi, obviously, Scarlet, Vanessa, Jessica, Gemma. It was only
Holly, Paula and Sarah that weren't strippers, although Sarah was hell bent
on changing that!

"Too many," Mum told me and I just sighed and ripped open the small gift
Scarlet had bought for me. In the small box contained a set of cufflinks
from an Italian jeweller; I didn't recognise the name, but both Abi and
Rhea cooed when they saw it so it must have meant something to them. Ray's
present of two dozen condoms and a post-it note saying "don't get Sarah
knockd up," with mis-spelt words was well received by Rhea who teased me
relentlessly.

I picked up the empty mugs and walked into the dining room and then the
kitchen.

She nodded towards the sink as I put them in and then stopped me as I left
the kitchen. "You know Abi spent over a thousand pounds on that watch," Mum
whispered. I stared at her, shocked and Mum shrugged. "It's a super-luxury
watch. Make sure you look after it."

I gasped, the watch had not left my wrist, but suddenly I wanted to put it
down to keep it safe. "But ... why?"

"Because she thinks the world of you," Mum answered and passed me a cup of
coffee. "I told her, it was too much. But you need to ask her really."

"And what about the diamond necklace from Dad?" I asked, and Mum tensed and
then let out a huge sigh. "I bet that cost just as much."

She hummed. "Probably. I will ring him later," she promised and looked at
me. "I know I said diamonds are only given to people who are special, but
your father has always been overly generous. He forgets he doesn't need to
get me a present at Christmas, it doesn't mean anything."

I held my hands up. "OK, I wasn't saying anything."

She pursed her lips together and nodded. "I mean it. It doesn't mean
anything," she said firmly, but I wondered whether that was more for her
benefit or mine.

I suppose the thought that my divorced parents might still love each other
was a complete pipe dream, an overly romantic notion. If they still loved
each other then they would be living with each other, but the more I
thought about it, the more I began to wonder.

They had never said anything detrimental about each other when I had been
present, and I certainly remembered a parcel coming for Mum shortly before
her birthday, but then Dad was in a serious relationship with his Spanish
divorcee. The more I wondered, the more I detected a fondness between them
and immediately wondered about a parallel between myself and Abi - a
likeness that I knew could not extend to us ever being together but was
still a strong bond.

Mum interrupted my musing and brought out the games; we all ganged up on
Rhea on Monopoly, simply because if she gets a foothold in the game she is
the worst player, being aggressive and uncompromising. I laughed when she
landed on my fully-loaded Fleet Street and then Abi's fully-loaded Mayfair,
and we wiped her out.

Rhea, being Rhea, did not take the loss kindly and stormed off to get her
water pistol and then soaked us from the corner of the room!

One thing about Christmas was the amount of alcohol both Rhea and I were
allowed to drink. Mum would permit us to go and get it ourselves, but if
were drinking too much she would say something. This policy was always
doomed to fail every holiday as Rhea enjoyed vodka and lemonade, and she
did her own measures, which was roughly one a one-to-one basis. Mum always
wondered how her two litre bottle of spirit could evaporate over ten days,
and the real cause was often drinking on the same sofa as her.

I felt somewhat guilty as I went to bed; I had barely thought of Sarah all
day and the presents from Abi and Scarlet, as well as the company from my
family, occupying most of my thoughts. I tried to ring Sarah at tea-time,
but there was no answer, so I just resolved myself to catching up with her
on her return.

Mum was busying herself when I came down on Boxing Day, and there was an
array of food already laid out on the dining table. I got shouted at for
trying to steal a breadstick and glanced over to the sofa with Rhea
currently munching one and gleefully holding the other one to taunt me.

I threw her a moue, and dodged the flustering parent as I made myself a
drink and a bowl of cereal. Mum moaned about not having any help and having
to do everything herself but then refused the offer of assistance I made -
even then, the logic of my mother was unfathomable.

Rhea, for her part, was her usual helpful self. The hand-held game console
made tinny noises that grated on me, and she was watching a horror film
that made Mum shriek when she saw and turned it off. Rhea was lectured
about access to the video cabinet (I think she was into treble figures for
the year on this) and was sent upstairs to add clothes to her near naked
body.

Mum did eventually send me downstairs to the club with a shopping list, and
I returned from the stores with a dozen bottles of wine, a few other bits
and bobs in a large bag. It clunked as I locked up and walked back up the
fire escape and Rhea shot me a knowing look as she lounged on the sofa, the
purple noise machine attracting her attention.

I guessed the only thing that could distract Rhea would be Simon, and the
moment the doorbell went, Rhea's pride and joy was abandoned on the table,
and she shot down the stairs to the front door. Rhea returned a few moments
later her arms crossed.

"You never told me, she was coming," Rhea complained, jabbing her finger
towards Zoe who looked shell-shocked at the blatant animosity being
directed towards her.

"Well she is my friend, she is always welcome," I replied with a scowl,
annoyed at my sister's rudeness, but Rhea just waved her arms towards me.

"But she is always nagging at me," Rhea wailed. "At us."

Zoe sighed and looked at my aggressive sibling. "I don't nag, I just want
you to be sensible and stay out of trouble."

Rhea was still staring at me, frowning and just grunted as Zoe spoke. "You
see how unreasonable she is!"

"I'm not unreasonable," Zoe started, and I raised my hand to cut her off.

"I know," I replied to her. "Just let Rhea whinge and ignore her. Everyone
else does."

"Nobody ignores me," Rhea said instantly, her eyes fizzing.

"Can you hear some sort of high-pitch whining?" I asked Zoe who giggled.
"No? Shall we get a drink?"

"Oi," Rhea called, but Zoe and I were gone. Rhea seemed to ignore my
goading of her as she had her new toy to show off, as well as the mobile
phone. Simon had got a laptop, and they started talking about how they
could "I-C-Q" each other to talk online when Mum asked why they didn't just
meet up as they lived ten minutes away, but Simon just scoffed.

Zoe had, along with her leather-backed bible, received clothes and a mobile
phone. She proudly got out the phone to show me, and how she had a couple
of games on hers, as well as a battery life that was measured in weeks. Her
phone looked considerably more advanced than mine, and she had already
talked about getting a replacement facia for it that contained a picture
she wanted.

We swapped numbers and then she showed me "snake" - an addictive and
impossibly hard game on her phone that she had also failed to master. Rhea
snorted when she saw, her games console re-established as her prized
possession and boasted that the games on her device where considerably more
advanced.

Ikenna was next to arrive with his family and Angela. Abi and Angela
greeted each other, and the living room was suddenly full. I had not
noticed the similarity between Ikenna's wife, Alice and Angela before, but
they looked so alike and Abi saw me grinning. I had seen Alice a couple of
times, normally at Christmas when Mum invited Ikenna around, but the same
dark red hair and facial features made them look like sisters.

Ikenna had his two young children, Michael and Daniel. Michael was three,
and full of beans, running up and down the lounge with his Action Man toys.
Daniel was not even one, and Abi cooed over him. Ikenna boomed out
laughing when he returned from the dining room, a beer in his hand and saw
Zoe, Angela, Alice, Mum and Abi around the baby staring over it, and
playing with it, in the little chair that he was in.

Daniel was babbling and laughing as the women gleefully paid attention to
the child and Ikenna patted me on the shoulder. "Babies are such pussy
magnets," he joked, and I glanced at Rhea, completely nonplussed by the
arrival of little people in the room, but then Rhea did not have a maternal
bone in her body.

Mum looked around when Ikenna made that comment and gave him raised
eyebrows. Mum and Ikenna didn't talk too much about the club, or anything
to do with work, and the fact Abi and Angela were there was almost
incidental. I detected a warmth towards Ikenna and Alice from Mum that was
certainly platonic, and undeniably reciprocated.

Zoe and I both beat Alice at chess, and Mum got out Twister - that I played
with Zoe, Abi and Angela. I was gleefully in a rather compromising
position with Zoe when Rhea started tickling Zoe, so she collapsed on top
of me, and then I got to tease her by holding her tightly to my chest so
she could not escape.

The evening began to wind down, and Ikenna left, taking Zoe with him so he
could drop her off at her house. Simon was resolute that his mother had
told him that he had until 10pm, and he wasn't leaving until 9.50pm at the
earliest. Mum grinned, and asked if I wanted a walk to the corner shop; we
were low on milk, and we left as Rhea took a phone call from her friend.

The ruse to get me out of the house was solely so Mum could talk to me. I
had taken off my watch, and she had noticed, and was worried that Abi would
have seen it as well. I groaned, reassuring her that I did love it, but
was now worried about it getting scratched, which made Mum a little
relieved.

The sound of Rhea shouting and screaming was a common sound in the house,
but as I walked in with Mum, the subject of her anger was not immediately
clear. I raced up the stairs wondering if it was Abi but was surprised to
see Simon cowering in the corner as a volley of punches and screeching
rained down on him.

"Rhea!" Mum yelled, but Rhea either did not hear or had blocked out all
other noise.

"It just came out," Simon offered as a defence. "Nathan was saying some
nasty things about you."

"You fucking lying shit," Rhea screamed and slapped him hard across his
face, leaving a sizeable red mark. "It didn't just come out, you were
boasting, Becky said so. She's just been hearing it from Laurence."

Simon shook his head, and Rhea clenched her fists. "Well it coming out
means that you won't be coming in anything very soon," she yelled and was
made aware of our presence by Mum hauling her away from the battered
teenager.

"What the hell is going on?" Mum asked, and passed me the bottle of milk
she had bought.

"Nothing," Rhea lied and her attention turned to Simon and then back to her
daughter. Simon shifted awkwardly on the spot and Rhea grabbed her book
from the table turning to go upstairs when she was grabbed back by Mum.

"I'll ask again, young lady. What happened?"

"It was me," Simon admitted. "I told a couple of people at the School
Christmas Disco, Rhea, and I had had sex because of some nasty things
Nathan had said, and Rhea found out."

Rhea sniffed and staring at the skirting-board at the bottom of the wall
cracked her knuckles. "No, you boasted. I've just been told how often we
have sex, when we have sex, how we have sex that I suck your cock, that I
massage you. You told Laurence everything just so you could be, the big
man, the dragon tamer."

Simon shifted as Rhea ranted at him, and Mum looked at them both in horror.
"Rhea, do you mean ...?"

"Oh don't look so surprised Mum, I am fifteen. And for what you do for a
living you shouldn't be so prudish."

Mum gasped, and Rhea glared at Simon. "Nathan said you were a prude and
always teased and never did anything," Simon offered as a defence, but Rhea
shook her head slowly, her steely glare not dropping from his face.

"Of course he would. He hates me, you stupid ..." Rhea tailed off and 
glanced
at me and then Mum. "He did it to wind you up. And you fell for it."

Simon sighed. "Well I've said I'm sorry."

"It supposed to be private," Rhea told him firmly and jabbed a finger
towards me. "He might want the world to know and hear but I do not."

Simon twitched. "OK. I am really sorry. I've been a bit of a shit
boyfriend, haven't I?"

Rhea shook her head. "Yes. And now you are a shit ex-boyfriend," she said
and a few tears rolled down her cheek. I saw her bottom lip wobbling, and
she went to turn on her heels upstairs but Mum stopped her, looking at both
the shell-shocked Simon and the upset Rhea.

"And when did this start?" Mum asked, and Rhea snorted.

"Awhile ago," Rhea snapped at her and Simon bit his lip.

"Lancaster. That night we stayed in a hotel," he admitted.

"You were away for one night, and that is what you do. You better of used
protection," Mum said, her eyes fiery and Rhea threw up her hands. "Leave
you out of sight for one night." She turned to me and raised her finger.
"You were supposed to be looking after them."

I spluttered. "He encouraged us," Simon blurted out, and Rhea glared at her
ex-boyfriend.

"What do you mean, you encouraged her?" Mum said turning to me with a
furious look in her face. Her hair was ruffed up and her eyes fizzing
dangerously, and I just held out my hands.

"I didn't encourage her," I said meekly. "I didn't say anything. I just put
some condoms in her room, just in case."

Mum puffed angrily and snapped. "You did what?"

"Well there wasn't much we could do. We had to stay in Lancaster for the
night, they would be sharing a bed, and I thought if they were going to do
it, then they better have protection," I stammered in defence of Mum's
accusatory stare. "I didn't encourage them to use them."

"Well what the hell did you think was going to happen?" Mum snapped. "Leave
them alone with condoms. Hell Andy, you need to think."

"Perhaps if it was going to happen them having contraception wasn't such a
bad idea," I yelled back. "Or maybe Rhea could be here with a pregnancy
test."

"It was your job to make sure that she didn't do anything stupid. You were
supposed to be the responsible adult," Mum replied, her eyes still boring
into me.

I seethed inside, the back of my neck felt tense and I clenched my fists.
"She was in a separate room. What should I do, tie her to the bed? 'Cause
we had enough trouble finding a hotel that evening, chastity belts would
have been a near impossibility."

Mum outstretched her hand towards me, her finger wagging, and I just
snarled, at her: I didn't want to hear it. She began by shouting, "you do
not," but I interrupted her and snatched at my coat, striding towards the
stairs and the front door.

I slammed the door with a "fucks sake" and knowing that I would pay the
price for my insolence, but it seemed so unreasonable. I had not asked to
be responsible for my little sister that night. Circumstances had thrown me
an almighty curve-ball, and I genuinely still thought I had done the right
thing.

Of course, going out and getting drunk with Sarah leaving my little sister
in the hotel probably wasn't overly responsible but she had made it clear
she wanted to spend time with her partner and I am not the parent to tell
her what she should and shouldn't be doing; it was my job to make sure she
was safe, and I did that.

I kicked a small stone into the road, and it made a satisfying sound
against a parked car on the other side of the street. The hypocrisy of
Mum's attitude also riled me, she had admitted she had lost her virginity
earlier than she would have wanted and no doubt probably at an earlier age
than Rhea had. Out of everyone I knew, Sarah was fifteen, I was sixteen,
Ray was sixteen and Abi was thirteen. Of course, there were the likes of
Zoe who still hadn't done the deed, but that was their choice. Rhea had
made a choice and had safe sex with her boyfriend of many months, it was up
to her, not Mum or me.

What particularly hurt and riled was that Mum did not understand or want to
understand why I did what I did. No-one had given me a manual or a chat
what to do in the circumstances I found myself in and whether she thought I
did the right or wrong thing, I did it for the right reasons.

As much as I tried to rationalise the shock and reaction of Mum, I just
couldn't do it; she was being utterly unreasonable, and I felt in my pocket
for my phone. It was no use ringing Sarah, she was in France until the New
Year and started walking down the main road towards Abi's house; I needed
to speak to her.

Abi wasn't surprised to see me, and she saw that I noticed immediately.
"Yeah, your ma just rang," she told me without me even saying anything.

"Did she say why I was so angry with her," I asked and Abi gave me a pained
look.

"A bit," she muttered and hugged me. "You're cold, come in. I've not even
unpacked!"

Abi's flat wasn't much warmer, but she had the heater on in her dim front
room, and I snuggled under a duvet with her. "Rhea had sex when we were in
Lancaster, and I am getting shouted at because I gave her the condoms for
her to use," I said summarising the situation and Abi cocked her head to
one side.

"I heard, you think you did the right thing?"

I pursed my lips together. "Yeah, if she was going to have sex she needed
protection."

"I agree. But what if she wasn't going to and when you gave her the
condoms, she was then pressured into it?"

"Rhea pressured into anything?" I snapped and then hummed. "Oh I don't
know, she is fifteen, old enough to make her own decisions."

A smile flickered across Abi's face. "I know, but you were seen as the
adult in charge. Grace is a bit shocked because she didn't know, but if
Simon and Rhea are saying they had sex because of the condoms she will
instinctively blame you. Think you guided them into it, and didn't tell
her." I sighed, and Abi put an arm around me. "I would say you weren't in
an easy position. Separate rooms and all that. She probably doesn't like
the secrecy."

I stared at her wall, I did kind of know that. I knew the following day
Rhea and Simon had used them as I checked but just didn't want to think
about it; she was my sister after all. "I know that, she just doesn't treat
me or Rhea as adults."

Abi hugged me tightly and then rubbed her hand over my shoulder. "We do. Or
at least I do. But it is hard for a parent, especially for Grace."

"Why? I am sixteen. Rhea is fifteen."

"And you are grown up. You have a steady girlfriend, job, sex life and are
fairly independent, but Rhea is different, she does have a boyfriend, but
isn't that independent whatever she thinks. And she is a girl and your mum
thinks you should have protected her from Simon."

I gazed at her in disbelief. "Me? Stop Rhea. You know what she is like."

Abi cackled. "She has a tough exterior but is as soft as anyone on the
inside, she just never lets anyone see it."

I scowled. "No, she is just crazy, full stop."

Abi shook her head. "She is not, she is as vulnerable as anyone else you
know, your mum can see it."

I took a deep breath. "But she is old enough to make her own decisions. I
let her make 'em."

Abi hummed. "I would say that when today has blown over, Grace won't blame
you. She'll see what really happened, and that in your own way you were
trying to help." She sniffed and took a deep breath. "She probably thinks
you should have spoken to her about it when you got back. And I've
experienced that dilemma too. When I was younger - about your age - I fell
out with Moira. In a big, big way and a family friend offered me a job and
then later a flat above where we worked."

"Margaret?"

"Yeah her. She reckoned that me getting away from Moira was good for me,
but my parents thought that I was too young, but they saw through it and
let me move. They were certain at the time that Margaret wasn't doing the
right thing, no matter what she thought or what her intentions were."

"Right ... well how does that?"

"I'm looking at you now and can see you think you did the right thing," she
said softly. "And I would have done something similar." She looked into my
eyes and smiled. "I would have bought them, and then sat down and asked
them if they needed them. If Rhea said no I would have put them in my room
but where she knew where they were. You left them with Rhea, and then left
them alone all evening, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, no offence, but they were probably a bit bored."

"And ..."

"Oh Andy," Abi cried. "You did the right thing in a less than perfect way.
And the real reason why Grace'll be angry is 'cause of the secrecy. If you
had told her, she could have spoken to Rhea and asked her. Instead, she
gets to find out after most of Rhea's class. You knew and didn't tell her."

"Yeah, well, I don't think Rhea's mightily chuffed 'bout that. I mean, I
get Mum's annoyed about the secrets, but it's up to Rhea to tell her. I
can't go and grass on my sister."

"No. But ... well it's about being truthful and honest."

"And Mum never keeps secrets from me?"

"It's different," I was told, and Abi licked her lips. She wiped her eyes
and then looked at me. "We all have secrets."

"Yeah ... and I get told none of them. Mum has them, you have them. Zoe has
them. Why should I be the only one that needs to betray confidences?"

Abi coughed and hummed. "You're right. You shouldn't betray a confidence."
She lowered her voice and sniffed. "And you know my secret really ..." She
paused and licked her lips. "I s'pose there is something I should have told
you before," she admitted. "Perhaps I didn't think you needed to know or
could handle it." Abi hummed and wiped her face, taking a deep breath. "The
real reason why I left Birmingham so quickly," she said quietly and stared
at the skirting-board and then me.

"Your ex-boyfriend, he used to mistreat you," I replied calmly and Abi
steadied herself, shaking. I stared at her, and she bit her lip and
swallowed nervously. She was tense and it made me worried.

I stared at her eyes, and her voice quivered. "He did," she muttered and
took a deep breath. "But one night him and his mates, they gang raped me at
knife point," she said calmly and quietly before tears streaked down her
cheek. "And I've got to Court to give evidence in the New Year," she
wailed. "I don't want to go," she told me.

Suddenly, all my problems were totally insignificant.


Abi, Andy, Sarah, Zoe, Ray, Lucille, Rhea, Grace, Scarlet and Ingrid will
return for a new story shortly.

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