A tale from krisnjamie. This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but don't get heated. It involves themes of a sexual nature. Some of those themes may sit uncomfortably with you. If in doubt don't read it.

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The Grange Part 3

There was no doubt that both girls were more than a little tipsy and Mrs Stevens wondered just how much drink had been poured into them. She watched and assessed as they moved around the room choosing clothes and finally decided that they would be safe to come down but would need to be watched.

As it happened both girls chose almost matching outfits. Simple halter tops, without bras of course, and shorts. Stacey was wearing red shorts and a white top and Ann wore dark blue shorts with a paler blue top. Both were also insistently barefoot.

Back at the barbeque the sense of regret was almost palpable as the men cautiously glanced at the two girls. "They were much more alluring in bikinis" one slightly more drunken guest loudly announced just before a red faced wife said their goodbyes, offered apologies and bundled him towards their car.

Mrs Stevens expressed her concerns and need for watchfulness to both her husband and her son and the girls were let loose amongst the guests. Despite that watchfulness both girls continued to attract attention and both girls continued to obtain contraband from some of the men.

At one point they found themselves alongside the bar with one much older gent. He offered them a sip of his whiskey and helped them to it, one by one, by placing a hand firmly on their buttocks to steady them. On another occasion the duty barman encouraged the girls behind the bar where he fed them bottled lager and where, between customers, he stood with a hand down each of their tops as they giggled and drank.

This went unseen by the protective trio and only when Ann nearly fell into the pool did Matt decide to break up the party.

Mrs Stevens grabbed Stacey and kept her daughter by her side whilst Matt, convinced that Ann was unable to focus or stand unaided, helped the girl to the foot of the stairs, bent and allowed her to fall over his shoulder and then carried her up to bed.

He lay her down and grabbed a nearby blanket to cover the pretty girl but he couldn't quite resist and, before he left, he tugged the bottom of her halter top up over her breasts to expose them to his gaze. A small suckle on each one and he rearranged her clothing, finished covering her and left adjusting his growing erection in his speedos.

When Ann awoke at around 7.30 she was not alone. Stacey was out cold on the bed next to hers. She was naked save for a white thong and the covers that had been placed over her had been thrown aside. Ann studied her friend's body for a few moments before realising that the taste in her mouth was not getting any better. She sat upright and her head thumped. Her eyes swam with liquid and her stomach heaved. Holding a hand to her mouth she reached the adjoining bathroom just in time to throw up in the sink.

The door opened behind her as she finished retching.

"I'm so sorry Mrs Stevens, I'll clean it up."

"You'll do no such thing young lady. I'll sort this out. Now go downstairs and get some food and water into you. Can you manage the stairs on your own?"

Ann nodded and with a last glance of the remnants of her vomit in the sink turned and left.

As she dawdled into the kitchen Mr Stevens came to her, wrapped a big arm around her and helped her to a chair. Sandwiches and water were placed before her, as were two paracetemol tablets. 

The girl took the tablets quickly but pushed the food aside.

"Eat Ann, you'll feel better all the sooner if you do." Whispered Mr Stevens.

The girl nibbled at the food, drank three further glasses of water and suddenly, as if a light had been switched on, realised that she felt much better.

"I'm really sorry that it went so far" Mr Stevens was saying

"S'not your fault. I think me an Stace went a bit silly with the drinks."

"Yes you did" replied Mr Stevens "but that's what alcohol does. It removes inhibitions and one of the inhibitions that it removes is the one which prevents you from drinking too much. Sometimes, once you start it's easier to keep going than stop. Anyway do you feel well enough to face your parents. It's Sunday and it's getting late."

Ann nodded and was sent upstairs to change back into her normal clothes. Stacey was still out cold, naked but for her thong, arms and legs akimbo. On display as much now as during the party.

Ann looked at her a number of times as she changed. Once ready to go she placed her overnight bag at the door and came back to the prone form of her friend. She gave a little kiss on the girls forehead. Nothing. She allowed a hand to accidentally brush over the nearest nipple and noticed it twitch slightly under her touch. Finally, slipping her fingers under the waistband of Stacey's thong, she lifted the material a little and peered down. 

Silky smooth. Young as she was Stacey had to be shaving deliberately. She'd heard about girls like that. Harlots her dad would have said.

Ann picked up her bag and made her way downstairs to where Mr Stevens and an envelope awaited her.

"I can't take it Mr Stevens" she whispered.

"Of course you can Ann. You earned it and besides, you don't know what's in it yet."
"Well I think that it's gonna be money." The teen replied and waited for his acknowledgement. "And... well that's real nice of you but I have nowhere to put it. I don't even know where to hide the last lot."

Mr Stevens allowed a smile to spread across his features.

"Tell you what Ann, we'll open an account for you. Your  um earnings can go into it and if you need some cash you can just ask for some. OK?"

"I suppose that will be ok. I'm not sure I want to do this again though."

"I can understand that. I'm pretty sure that I don't want you getting into quite this much trouble again and I certainly wouldn't leave you alone with those sharks for so long next time but you are a real asset you know."

"I think" said Ann quietly "That my ass is the asset."

Mr Stevens laughed "You're a bright girl - I'd like to keep you on my side - think about it."

She thought all the way home, a silent Mr Stevens walking alongside of her, and then she was there. Her father was opening the door and beaming and she felt so very, very tired.

"Sorry it's so late Frank" Mr Stevens was saying "Ann here has been a Godsend today but I think we wore her out. I wanted to give her this but she wouldn't take it. Perhaps you can persuade her that she's worth it."

He handed over £20 to Mr Mitchell.

"Oh Mr Stevens, I'm sure that's very generous of you. I'll make sure it gets put into her savings account, and don't worry about the time, the occasional late night won't kill."

And then she was in her own bed and sleep came quickly.

Over the coming weeks Ann continued to visit Stacey and her family at The Grange. It was an incident free period though and the girls did the things that young girls do. They chatted, they helped each other with make up and they tried out clothes combinations in addition to playing practical jokes on Matt, the odd board game and catching some of the latest movies in the purpose built tv/cinema room in the basement.

A section of the cupboards in Stacey's room had been allocated to Ann and all the clothes that she could never wear in front of her parents were stored there.

During the same period Mr Mitchell had spent more and more time away. A few days here and a few more days there helping to set up a new unit that was part of the efficiency plan that he had originally suggested.

Essentially, it meant building their own small plant to make an essential component themselves rather than having to wait on the erratic service from the current supplier.

For reasons of economy and the need to attract a workforce with the right skills, the new unit was being put together just down the road from the existing supplier and was almost 200 miles from home.

During these trips Mr Mitchell would spend his nights at a local B&B, eat quiet lonely meals and never incur additional expenses. He would return home tired and frustrated that the travelling was costing so much time that could be used elsewhere and he remained cautious about submitting expenses claims. So cautious, in fact, that people started to notice.

"Frank, come in sit down." Invited Mr Stevens one Thursday afternoon. "I understand that we're nearly ready to fire up the production line."

"Well yes but I'd like to be there for a bit when we do - just in case there are any problems that I haven't thought of."

"Well that's fine" agreed Mr Stevens.

"Umm" replied Frank "I'm just concerned about the cost of my travel expenses if I make the trip regularly and I'm worried about my accommodation expense if I stay for too long."

"Yeah I wanted to talk to you about your expenses" confirmed Mr Stevens.

Fran Mitchell felt the colour drain from his face. Surely there was nothing untoward in the expense claims that he had submitted.

"Frankly Frank, sorry `bout that one! . frankly the claims you put in are ridiculous. I mean nobody expects you to be subsidising me or the company and it's quite obvious that these claims don't cover everything."

An uncomfortable silence descended.

"Okay" said Mr Stevens "here's the deal. I want you to oversee this project. I want you to make sure that it's working well and I want you to enjoy doing it. From now on you travel first class. If you want to drive then hire a suitable car. If you want to go by train then it's first class tickets and a taxi at either end. Whilst you are away you stay in a hotel not some sleazy B&B, and I mean a decent hotel with a decent restaurant and, if you want to use the bar, you damn well do so."

Silence once more and then finally

"Thank you Mr Stevens but I really don't want to take liberties."

"Ok Ok. Let's think of this the other way around. .... Do you want people to think that I'm cheap or that I can't pay my employees well?"

"Well no, of course not."

"well then Frank, for pitys sake get out there and spend some of my money! Most of it will be covered by tax savings anyway."

"Ok, Thank you I think I understand Mr Stevens."

"Right then. I've had reports from the site and I think I need you there for at least 4 or 5 weeks when we go live. Do you agree?"

"Well I was hoping not to be away that long but it's probably an accurate assessment." Replied Frank Mitchell.

"Ok.... Well I have an idea that wouldn't work with everybody and I wouldn't want others here to know about." He waited until Frank indicated that he should proceed. "Right well, the kids break up for summer in about a week. Why don't you and Mrs Mitchell make this a bit of a holiday break and leave Ann with us." He held up a hand to stifle the immediate reaction. "I think that the two of you spending some quality time in a good hotel and enjoying some good food cooked by somebody other then Mrs Mitchell might go down quite well at home. You don't need to be on site every day - you just need to be near in case you are needed. Hotels aren't good for kids long term and Ann fits in really well with my family. Honestly Frank, before you give me a decision, you have to understand that I mean what I say, the offer is good, and you have to discuss it with your wife ....Joy isn't it?"

The two men shook hands and rank left the office slightly bewildered.

Joy Mitchell could hardly believe her ears. She knew better than to say so though. The decision had to be her husbands. But the thought of a hotel lifestyle for maybe a month, all expenses paid, and she couldn't stop grinning gleefully. Even Frank noticed the glow and finally reasoned with himself that it would be alright, providing that Ann was happy to stay at The Grange for all that time.

"Are you kidding" thought Joy Mitchell "the girl will jump at the chance."

And so it was that when Frank Mitchell solemnly explained the reasons for needing to leave his child behind and how they wouldn't go if Ann didn't want them too, his child simply threw her arms around his neck, told him that they should go enjoy themselves and that she would be very happy spending the summer with Stacey and her family.

The night before Ann was to arrive Stacey walked into Matt's room and sat on the edge of his bed. The boy was wearing shorts and a t shirt, but only just as he was still doing the shorts up when his sister burst in.

"Do you ever think of knocking Stace?" he asked sarcastically

She smiled her response.

"So what do you want sis?"

"Remember when we first moved in Matty boy."

"Don't call me Matty boy. And remember what exactly?" he replied.

Stacey sighed theatrically. "When I first met Ann I said she could be our next experiment."

"Oh yeah" replied Matt "and I told you to get lost `cos I didn't want trouble."

"Don't be silly bro. You always do what I tell you eventually." She whined

"Maybe not any more lil sis." He huffed

Smiling Stacey undid the buttons on the front of her shirt.

Matt looked at the growing divide and the pale flesh peeking out between the material. "It won't work sis, I'm not interested."

"Matt you're just playing hard to get" said his sister as she slipped her blouse off her shoulders to reveal her creamy flesh. She was naked from the waist up now. A bra would have been pointless for this exercise. She watched him swallow hard. "This time Matty boy, if you're good, you can touch them for a bit."

Matt let the name go, or didn't notice it. He stared at his sisters perfect pert young breasts. Breasts that he had seen and admired before. Breasts that she had never let him touch.

"You wanna touch my tits bro?"

He was there in a flash, kneeling before his sister and drawing a nipple into his mouth.

Stacey reached down, found his building erection within his shorts and whispered in his ear.

"If I take care of this for you will you do the experiment with me." She asked

He nodded vigorously as he switched his mouth between nipples.

A few strokes later without having to touch his bare flesh, Stacey felt the boy tense and then shudder. She milked him a little to ensure that there would be maximum mess in his shorts and then pushed him back, did up her blouse and swept towards the door.

"Wait" he exclaimed, dimly aware of the growing coldness around his crotch "What's the experiment?"

Stacey stopped briefly. "Not sure yet but I think that we can get her into slave mode for you, me and maybe the neighbourhood boys as well." She watched his face pale across the room.

"Don't be silly Matt, you wanted to fuck her the first time you met her. You should have done her that night when she passed out but I don't suppose that you did. Did you?"

He shook his head no.

"Still a virgin Matty boy?"

"Yeah - you?" he asked back.

"Uh huh" she replied "and I still plan to be when this is finished." She added as she left.

Ann duly arrived on the Friday evening carrying two overnight bags this time. Stacey helped her upstairs with them, tossed them into a cupboard and suggested that she might like to change into some real clothes or the evening. Ann giggled, opened her own section of the cupboard space and picked out some garments. Stacey assisted with a few "yeah that's nice" or "no not tonight" comments and then Ann set about changing.

Stacey made no attempt to look away or indeed hide her interest in her friend as she undressed. Ann noticed and briefly thought of turning her back on her friend as she lowered her plain white panties, but remembered her own guilty sneek peek inside Stacey's underwear and dropped her underwear where she stood. She allowed a moment of silent nakedness before she pulled on the somewhat briefer thong that she had chosen. Added a pair of short shorts over that and slipped into a blue halter neck to finish off.

"No bra Ann? Your tits are growing ya know." Queried Stacey

"They ain't that big" laughed Ann

"I think you wanna give my bro a thrill" went on Stacey "you really are quite the slut Ann." She smiled as she said it and Ann joined in the joke, even though no joke was there.

The weekend passed by pleasantly. A modicum of shopping on the Saturday saw Ann's Grange wardrobe fill up a little more, some of it she chose, some things were chosen by Stacey or Mrs Stevens and one or two items were picked out by Mr Stevens and kept separate.

Either way, come Monday morning she was spoiled for choice. Eventually, after discussing what Stacey was planning to wear both girls ended up in shorts with plain t shirts over. Each had bikinis on underneath with the intention of just stripping off ad taking  a plunge when the need arose.

At breakfast Ann was surprised that it was just the two of them. 

"Mum works" stated Stacey simply. "Alongside Dad" she went on to explain "and I heard Matt leave early - I think he has a new friend. So it's just the two of us right now. Even the cleaner will be finished in half an hour or so.

Ann felt a sudden burst of responsibility, trust, freedom, call it what you will but it was a feeling that she hadn't had before. The small feelings of insecurity were swamped by this new rush.

For much of the morning the girls swam, chatted. Chatted and swam. It was during one of the chatting sessions when they lay side by side on the patio letting the sun toast their exposed skin that Matt returned.

Greeting were exchanged and then Matt went to change. He appeared in swim shorts rather than tight speedos and Ann had to admit a little disappointment to herself.

Still the subsequent games in the pool made up for it and Ann noticed that Matt would allow his hands to roam rather like the old men at the barbeque given the chance. They broke for lunch and Stacey suggested dry swimming clothes rather than dripping all over the house.

Once in her room she got all giggly, telling Ann how much Matt liked her and how she would if he wasn't her brother. This generated another "STACEY" squeal from Ann and both girls collapsed into giggles.

This time Matt did appear in a pair of tight speedo briefs. He moved slowly and gave ample opportunity for Ann to feast herself on his firm young body. She continued with her surreptitious glances even after lunch when the three teens decided to lay out for while to give lunch time to be digested.

"Boring" shouted Stacey about 5 minutes in. The other two laughed.

"There's no way you're going back in the pool until at least an hour has passed sis." Announced Matt.

"Well how about a game then?" asked Stacey

"Only if you can think of one which doesn't involve moving" said Matt "I have quite a nice view here."

Ann glanced to her left and saw Matt staring straight at her. She blushed.

"ok. Ok let's think a min" said Stacey unaware of Matt's view of rolling breasts.

"K Got one" announced Stacey "truth or truth". I figured you can't play truth or dare without moving so I thought we'd start with a lil truth or truth. You up for it Matt?"
"Suppose so" replied the boy.

"Ann?" Stacey asked

"Never played. Don't know the rules" replied Ann

"Jeez Ann.... Look it's really simple. We each take turns to ask one of the others a question and they have to answer, truthfully."

"How do we know if they're telling the truth" asked Ann

"Cos that's the rules peeps do ... and if tey don't and the others spot a lie then they do a forfeit." Went on Stacey.

"Hey that means moving" complained Matt

"Not if you don't lie" snapped Stacey.

"So what's the forfeit?" asked Ann

"Well if you're not gonna lie we don't need to worry, do we?" responded Matt and both he and Ann burst into giggles.

"Hey c'mon guys" moaned Stacey "be serious here. The forfeit has to be bad enough to put you off and yet doable. I know, the liar has to strip naked and stay naked until mum and dad have both been home 30 minutes.

"No way" said Ann

"Oh we might as well Ann" chimed Matt "It'll keep her quiet and all you have to do is not lie."

"I suppose" agreed Ann "ok. I'll giveit a go.

"attagurl Ann" said Stacey "you can go first"

Ann thought for a minute, glancing at the boy to her left. "ok Matt - do you have a girlfriend?"

"I have lots of friends who are girls but not exactly a girlfriend" he replied promptly.

"Stacey" announced Matt "Why did you think up this game?"

Everybody laughed.

"Cos, big brother, I thought it was a chance to get to know each other a bit more without moving from the loungers."

"Good answer" chimed Matt "Your turn."

"k...... Ann, did you enjoy my bro feeling you up in the pool?" and with that Stacey leant on her elbow to watch the reaction of her friend.

"STACEY!" Ann squealed as she had done many times before.

"Answer the question Ann" prompted Stacey.

"k .... Yeah I did I s'pose." Whispered Ann

"Good girl" shouted Stacey. Your turn.

Ann thought again determined to try and knock Stacey off her pedestal just a bit.

"Stacey. At the barbeque when Dan had your top off in the pool did you like it?" she asked

This time Stacey was silent for a moment. Finally words came slowly and a little hesitantly.

"Kinda" she whispered and then louder, more confidently, "It was nice getting my tits felt but I hated that he was so old."

"Well" said Ann about to ask some more.

"No way Ann" interrupted Matt "if you wanna ask more questions you have to wait your turn. Its my turn now."

Ann went dutifully silent.

Matt carried on.

"Same question to you Ann. Did you enjoy Paul touching your tits?"

"I didn't not enjoy it but I was a bit worried." She replied.

"umm" said Matt "guess that'll do - your turn Stacey."

"K" started Stacey "Ann after that when we were earning drinks which did you like most the old bloke touching your arse or the barman with his hands down your top?"

"What" exploded Matt

"Not your turn Matt" said his sister
Matt went quiet.

"C'mon Ann, you have to answer." chided Stacey

"I don't remember much" started Ann "but the barman was younger and quite good looking."

"Ok girl, get in with your question quick whilst my bro is still confused." Said Stacey

Ann laughed, Matt shook his head.

Ann took a deep breath. "Do you mind being used as eye candy at these parties?"

"Who you asking?" asked Matt

"Both of you really"

"That's 2 questions then" stated Stacey "we all get to ask two questions this round. Matt you answer first"

"Why me" asked Matt but then shrugged and started "I treat it as a game. Its quite nice to think that women find me good to look at even if they are really old sometimes."

Both the others looked at Stacey.

"First, it's not only old women who like to check you out Matt" and both Matt and Ann blushed a little "second I find it amazing that I can have so much influence over men. I hate it if they touch me but like Matt I kinda treat it like a game. Matt you get two questions."

"Do I have to ask you both the same question?" he asked

"Is that one of the questions?" quipped Ann

"Just go for it bro" added his sister.

"Ann, do you mind if I feel you up some more in the pool later?" he smiled broadly at her.

Ann was a little flustered and glanced at Stacey who widened her eyes in a look of mock shock.

"No I guess I don't mind Matt" Ann finally responded.

"Whoooo hoooo girl" squealed Stacey.

"Second question" Matt continued "also for Ann. What would your father do if he heard your answer to that question?"

Ann went white just thinking about it. She bit her lip as she reasoned it out.

"well?" encouraged Matt

Ann took a deep breath. "He would spank me. He would make me take down my jeans or lift my skirt and spank me through my panties."

"Whoa! Unreal" exclaimed Matt

"My turn" interrupted Stacey.

"Matt, would you like Ann to take off her bikini top for you?"

No hesitation - "Yup no doubt about it!" he replied

"K" said Stacey "so second question to Ann - would you take off your top for Matt to see your titties?"

Ann glanced from one sibling to the other. All three knew the answer and all three knew what would happen if she answered honestly. Logically then, Ann knew what would happen if she lied.

"I would" she said with as much pride as she could find "if he asked me."

More whooo hoos from Stacey and a beaming smile from Matt.

"But first" Ann continued " I think I get my turn....is it still two questions?"

"Whatever" said an excited Matt.

"Stacey" asked Ann "Do you mind your brother seeing your tits?"

"No" came the immediate and stern reply.

"Second question to Stacey then" said Ann "If I end up topless would you be willing to take your top off too?"

Stacey was caught. She had admitted that she had no objection to Matt seeing her topless if she now declined to join her friend she felt sure that Ann would call a lie and be able to convince Matt too. Her own forfeit was likely to trap her.

She smiled at Ann. "yeah ok sister" and then looking at Matt "Your turn bro."

Matt pretended to think for a moment but he had already sorted the words I his head.

"Ann" he started "Would you please take your top off for me?" a question and a request in the same line. A question and request that, based on previous questions and answers was likely to result in two 13 year old girls, one admittedly his sister, getting their tits out for him.

He waited as the girls looked at each other and at him. Ann moved first, tugging undone the string behind her head and ten reaching back to untie the bow at the back she pulled the wisps of material away. Fighting the urge to cross her arms over her breasts she instead looked sideways at the friend who had gotten her into this and with a definite "humph" Stacey followed suit and tossed her own bikini top aside.

The game ended there by default. Matt was interested only in devouring the sight before him and Ann and Stacey knew that the first dual had been fought and drawn. Stacey reached out and held Ann's hand as Matt knelt between the two reclining teens and almost dribbled over their breasts.

Sure enough, when pool time resumed, Matt took every opportunity of groping Ann's breasts. In fact he took a few grabs at his sister too and enjoyed every minute. As the game progressed so did Matt and Ann found his hand squirming between her thighs on more than one occasion. Eventually the girls took control. After a brief discussion the boy was attacked. Between them the girls managed to struggle his speedos off and toss them out of the pool. Before he could retaliate the two girls were stood a safe distance from the waters edge waiting for the teenage boy to emerge completely naked. Eventually Matt gave in, covered his genitals with his hands as best he could, clambered out of the pool, retrieved his speedos and retreated to his room.

The girls themselves recovered their tops and dried off in the late afternoon sun.

"Delightful" said Mr Stevens as he stood looking down on the two bikini clad teens later on. "I must use the back door more often!"

This time it was Stacey who squealed "DAD!".

End of part 3.




