Friday, 20 May 2022

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (71) Sisterly Love Reprised

 

The affair between Lionel Matthews and his sister in law Claire Tanning began after a party at the Kettlewell Village Hall when she got her sister Paula blind drunk on gin by ten o’clock.

She then offered to help Lionel walk the casualty home where she then seduced him after parading herself in her black underwear.

That was the first of several times that they made love over a two week period and then Claire was racked with guilt and the passion appeared to cool for her.

 

The Matthews and the Tannings had lived all their married lives in Kettlewell and they were ordinary down to earth people and after twenty years of marriage both couples had reached their middle years without being blessed with children and so their leisure time was more often than not spent together in a variety of ways, restaurants, theatre, cinema, sports and even holidays.

Even after the seduction she and her sister remained close, and as they always had done, the Matthews’s and the Tanning’s spent a lot of their leisure time together.

Lionel played golf every week with Claire’s husband Paul and the sisters did a lot together, shopping, book club, and spa dates to name but a few.

And in addition to that the two couple’s spent two weeks every July in the Whitecliff Hill Caravan Park close to Sharpington.   

Claire wasn’t at all sure it was a good idea that year because of the sexual tension between her and Lionel but she knew that it was impossible to change their plans without it causing suspicions.

Lionel was of a different opinion, he wanted to make love to her again and by the time they set off to Sharpington 4 months had elapsed since they had shared a bed. 

 

The weather was glorious that summer and every time he looked at Claire, in shorts or a swimsuit or a summer dress he just wanted her more and more.

Paul seemed immune to his wife’s beauty and divided all of his time between golf and sailing.

“What a waste” Lionel thought

 

But despite his longing for Claire he was not neglecting Paula, they had always had a very healthy sex life, but as exciting as the illicit sex with Claire was there was more to it than that, there was a tenderness that he didn’t have with his wife and she didn’t share with Paul.

And as the week went on he realised it was her that he was missing and not the sex, he had fallen in love with his sister in law.

 

The next day Lionel’s wife Paula and Claire’s husband Paul left Whitecliff early to go on a diving trip to the Pepperstock Pits, Lionel wasn’t going as he was claustrophobic and nor was Claire as she couldn’t swim, but she was still giving him the cold shoulder so he wasn’t hopeful of spending any time together.

So he just sat outside his caravan drinking coffee and reading the papers and he supposed Claire was doing something similar at hers.

 

After about an hour he switched his beverage allegiance from coffee to beer and had just sat back down when Claire appeared from behind the adjacent caravan, she didn’t say anything she just stood about twenty feet away and looked at him, then after a moment or two she smiled and went back the way she had come.

Lionel took her behaviour and the smile as an invitation to follow.

As he rounded the corner Claire had paused on the top step to her Caravan, she was still smiling and as he stepped towards her she went inside.

When he reached the top step and went through the open door and closed the door behind him she was stood by the table looking down at the floor. 

“I haven’t changed my mind, about the sex I mean” she said

He put his drink down on the side and put his hand on her chin and turned her face towards him.

“It’s not the sex that I miss” he replied and she immediately responded by hugging him and kissing his neck.

         

Lionel and Claire spent the rest of the day walking hand in hand along Sharpington sands and discussing the future.

There deliberations would have been made all the easier hand they known that their spouses hadn’t been diving that day but had spent the day picnicking at Pepperstock Castle and were themselves walking hand in hand around the ruins.

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