Uncanny Love Tales – (068) Sister’s Reprised

 

The Walter’s and the Pickford’s had lived in Springwater for many generations and every year they had a family holiday in Greece together.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

Sam Walters was a twenty-nine-year-old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Springwater although his parents had retired to their Greek Villa and his brother Harry was working for a magazine in New York.

On one family holiday in Greece, Sam, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday, at the time, was seduced by his cousin Charlotte who was just sixteen, for the first of many enjoyable occasions.

Sam and Charlotte were what is known as “friends with benefits” which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement, however there was an occasion in early summer when Charlotte and her younger sister Ellie were both staying with Sam for the week as there was a family wedding in the Pickford Family.

Ellie was four years younger than her sister and was an absolute stunner with a lovely figure and bigger breasts even than Charlotte.

But he was under strict instructions from Charlotte not to even look at Ellie in a sexual way and if he did, he would be castrated. 

But one night when Charlotte was working nights at the Winston Churchill Ellie made her move on him.

 

“I’ve wanted to do that since I was 12” Ellie said as she rolled off him and there, they lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.

Then he looked at her and said

“Was that worth waiting 10 years for”?

“Oh God yes” she replied still panting then a few moments later she asked.

“Am I as good as Charlotte?”

“How would I know” he replied.

“Because you’ve been shagging her since she was sixteen” she said.

“I don’t know what you mean” he said defensively.

“Oh yes you do” she chuckled.

“How did you know?” he conceded.

“Because I’m neither deaf nor blind” she said.

“Did you see us then?” he asked.

“Yes, in Greece, you were asleep in her bed when we returned from a trip to Tinos” she explained “and I’ve heard you, numerous times at the Villa, and several times this week, you’re not exactly quiet”.

“Oh” he said, “I thought we’d been quite restrained”.

“Restrained?” she said mockingly.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked.

“If they do, they didn’t get it from me” she said.

“What about Charlotte?” he asked.

“What about her?”

“Does she know that you know?” he asked.

“I’ve never told her” Ellie said.

“Oh God” he exclaimed.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Charlotte” he said.

“What about her?”

“She threatened to castrate me just for looking at you” he said.

“Oh dear” she chuckled.

“God knows what she would do if she found out what we just did”.

He said and turned pale which caused her to laugh.

“Why will she find out?” she asked.

“Because….” He began and left the rest unsaid.

“Well, I’m not going to tell her that I just had sex with my cousin who I’ve fancied since I was 12” Ellie corrected him in a rather superior tone.

“And I’m not looking to replace her, I have a boyfriend.”

“Ok” he said reassured.

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to do it with you again sometime.”    

She said.

“It’s rather exciting sneaking around and shagging my sister’s bed buddy”.

“So, when did you have in mind?” he asked.

“Oh, I think when the opportunity arises” she replied.

“I see” he said and looking down he added.

“I think an opportunity has arisen already”.

“Eh?”

Sam just pointed in response to her exclamation and asked.

“Do you want to do it again or not?”

“Oh God yes” She replied.

Suffice is to say he didn’t make it to the Golf club that memorable Wednesday night and his itch was well and truly scratched by Ellie and they repeated the experience on the following night when Charlotte was working late again.

Uncanny Love Tales – (067) Sister’s

 

The Walter’s and the Pickford’s had lived in Springwater for many generations and every year they had a family holiday in Greece together.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

Sam Walters was a twenty-nine-year-old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Springwater although his parents had retired to their Greek Villa and his brother Harry was working for a magazine in New York.

On one family holiday in Greece, Sam, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday, at the time, was seduced by his cousin Charlotte who was just sixteen, for the first of many enjoyable occasions.

Sam and Charlotte were what is known as “friends with benefits” which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement, however there was an occasion in early summer when Charlotte and her younger sister Ellie were both staying with Sam for the week as there was a family wedding in the Pickford Family.

Ellie was four years younger than her sister and was an absolute stunner with a lovely figure and bigger breasts even than Charlotte.

But he was under strict instructions from Charlotte not to even look at Ellie in a sexual way and if he did, he would be castrated. 

Charlotte was a nurse at the Winston Churchill and halfway through the week she was on late shift so for the first time Sam was going to be in the house alone with Ellie so to be on the safe side he decided to go out for the evening.  

Sam had a shower and shave and was preparing to spend the evening at the Golf club to catch up with the latest gossip and hopefully find something to distract him from his lustful thoughts, when he remembered he had left his aftershave in the main bathroom.

Sam had been using the ensuite in his room since the girls had arrived to give them some privacy.

So, he walked across the landing wearing a towel and without hesitating entered the main bathroom and walked to the sink.

He found his aftershave amongst all the feminine lotions, potions and powders that had appeared on the shelf and was just turning to leave as Ellie stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her rosebud nipples and running down her beautiful firm young body.

She was beautiful like her sister but taller with long shapely legs, but the biggest differences were the greater size of her breasts.

Sam stood staring at Ellie’s magnificent body for far longer than he should have but he struggled to draw his eyes away.

Ellie just smiled before walking towards him.

“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing him to silence before loosening his towel and said.

“This will suffice by way of an apology.”

Uncanny Love Tales – (066) Charlotte’s Web Reprised

 

The Walters and the Pickford’s lived in Springwater and every year they had a family holiday in Greece together.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

It was on one such family holiday in Greece one particular year when it first happened.
Sam Walters was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday and his cousin Charlotte was just sixteen.
Charlotte had followed him around with puppy dog eyes for as long as he could remember but he always gave her the brush off, but since the previous Christmas he had suddenly become aware of her sexuality when instead of just following him around Charlotte started flirting with him outrageously and quite expertly.
From the moment they set off for the airport she was flaunting and flirting with him but he wasn't really interested, he already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two in the wings so he tried his best to ignore her.
But that proved to be easier said than done when she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini and she was extremely fit and she flaunted what she had very well.
She knew he was weakening, after all he was only eighteen so she took her chance one hot afternoon.
Both sets of parents and the younger siblings had gone off on a day trip to Tinos to see the Monasteries and the Holy Church of the Virgin Mary Evangelistria, so after she heard Sam was staying behind she made an excuse and stayed at the villa as well because she had lust on her mind.

Once the parents were well on their way, she completed her seduction of her cousin.

 

“That was nice” she said after rolling off him and laying down beside him with her head on his chest and Sam made acquiescent noises in response.

After about 10 minutes she gave his chest a kiss and said

“I’m going for a swim; I’ll see you out there”. 

“I’m too tired” he replied, “I think I’ll have a sleep”.

“Oh, that’s a shame” Charlotte said, “because after a swim I thought we could go to my room, but if you’re too tired never mind”.

Five minutes later Sam arrived by the pool wearing his speedos, Charlotte liked what she could see because her eyes were drawn to the contents which was already arousing.

“I like you in those” she said, “but I don’t think you’ll be wearing them for long”.

Charlotte was not wrong about that as they had five minutes in the pool and then they spent the rest of the afternoon in her room, in her bed.

They almost got caught when the parents returned as they had fallen asleep in her bed, but they got away with it.

Although that day was the first time, they had sex it was not the last occasion on that holiday that they did it and nor was that holiday the last time that the kissing cousins got sweaty together, in fact over the years they became regular bed buddies.

Uncanny Love Tales – (065) Charlotte’s Web

 

The Walters and the Pickford’s lived in Springwater and every year they had a family holiday in Greece together.

Colin and Kate Walters and their sons Harry and Sam, Kate’s sister Christine Pickford and husband David and their daughters Charlotte and Ellie, all stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Batsi on the island of Andros.

It was on one such family holiday in Greece one particular year when it first happened.
Sam Walters was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday and his cousin Charlotte was just sixteen.
Charlotte had followed him around with puppy dog eyes for as long as he could remember but he always gave her the brush off, but since the previous Christmas he had suddenly become aware of her sexuality when instead of just following him around Charlotte started flirting with him outrageously and quite expertly.
From the moment they set off for the airport she was flaunting and flirting with him but he wasn't really interested, he already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two in the wings so he tried his best to ignore her.
But that proved to be easier said than done when she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini and she was extremely fit and she flaunted what she had very well.
She knew he was weakening, after all he was only eighteen so she took her chance one hot afternoon.
Both sets of parents and the younger siblings had gone off on a day trip to Tinos to see the Monasteries and the Holy Church of the Virgin Mary Evangelistria, so after she heard Sam was staying behind she made an excuse and stayed at the villa as well because she had lust on her mind.
Once the parents were well on their way she walked into his bedroom wearing only black satin underwear, matching camiknickers and camisole, which she had borrowed for the occasion from her mum.

He was standing with his back to her towelling his hair dry and wearing only a towel around his waist, so Charlotte walked up behind him and deftly loosened his towel and before it hit the floor, she wrapped her arms around him and the moment her hands reached the prize she knew she had her man.

Uncanny Love Tales – (064) The Anniversary Weekend

 

Andy Adams had booked a long weekend away for him and his wife Terri to celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary.

The location was a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station, before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.

“We’re staying at a camp site?” she asked failing to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“Think nostalgia” he said enigmatically.

Terri had thought the weekend was going to be a little more romantic than camping.

She was thinking, Country Park Hotel, 4 poster bed, Michelin starred restaurant, luxury spa, what she was not imagining was a converted signal box.

“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks.

“Nostalgia” he replied but she was not impressed.

“We’re not kids” she said.

“Maybe not, but we weren’t much more than kids when you seduced me in a bunk bed” Andy said.

“Excuse me” she said indignantly “As I remember it you took advantage of me and stole my innocence”.

“I think you’re misremembering” he told her.

“I don’t think so” she said indignantly “I was an innocent; I hadn’t even had my tits felt until you got your grubby hands on them”.

“The way I remember it you threw yourself at me” he pointed out and she smiled.

“I don’t remember you complaining” she said, “You even renamed it as the bunk-up bed”.

They were both giggling at the memory and then they were kissing.

“Perhaps we should try this one for size” she suggested.

 

After a very exhausting nostalgia induced sexual episode they lay in the top bunk, panting in each other’s arms.

“Well, that was very acceptable” he said.

“Oh yes” she agreed.

“Although I think the bunk you took advantage of me in was bigger”.

“No, I just think there’s more of us now” he said and squeezed her bum.

“Cheeky” she retorted.

“Yes very” he said and squeezed her cheek again.

 

The bunks were creaking as she climbed down the ladder.

“I’m not sure the beds are going to survive three nights of us “getting nostalgic”“ she said and giggled.

“They don’t need to” he said as he followed her down.

“We’re only here for tonight”.

“Why where are we going to sleep?” she asked suspiciously.

“It had better not be a tent”.

“No not a tent” he replied.

“Where then?”

“The Clerembeax Palace Hotel” he replied with a smile.

“You bastard” Terri said and kissed him.

Uncanny Love Tales – (063) The Lady and the Oik

 

The Oakham’s are made up of Upper and Lower Oakham, which are located in the Finchbottom Vale, in the most rural part of the county between Millmoor and Appleby.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Oakham’s are starkly divided between the well-heeled and the down at heel and Ryan Fisher bucked the trend by not fitting either category.

Ryan had his own small holding and was also the local jack of all trades.

So not the sort of person you would readily expect to be bedding a Lady, but it happened, nonetheless, and continued to happen.

However, in public they had to adopt a different stance, and could not show any form of familiarity, and when they did hook up, they had to be discreet, in fact the only time they were able to touch in public was when they went to the Masquerade Ball at Halloween, and they could dance and even hold hands, because their faces were covered at all times.  

At the end of the night, they went their separate ways and reunited at a 3-star Hotel where they would go unnoticed.

The next day, she was too hungover to drive so he drove to her.

huge detached Victorian House set in ten acres of Upper Oakham.

As he drove up the drive Claire said

“Put it in the garage, the remote is in the door pocket”.

So, he opened the garage door as instructed and drove in, then closed the door behind him.

They got out of the car and after retrieving her overnight bag from the boot they went into the house safe from prying eyes, emerging in the kitchen where Claire took the bag from him.

“Make a drink darling” she said, “I need to pee”.

“Can I watch?” he asked.

“You really are a dirty oik” she said which he took to mean no, so he boiled the kettle and made coffee.

He was sat on a stool drinking his when she rejoined him in the kitchen about 15 minutes later.

And she was not dressed for morning coffee she walked in wearing matching black silk underwear, black stockings, high heeled shoes, and a come-hither look.

Then she moved in close and kissed him slowly and deliberately and his cock almost burst out of his trousers.

“Can I undress you now?” he asked her between kisses.

“You don’t have to undress me completely” she replied with a coy smile.

Uncanny Love Tales – (062) The Lady Rewards the Oik

 

The Oakham’s are made up of Upper and Lower Oakham, which are located in the Finchbottom Vale, in the most rural part of the county between Millmoor and Appleby.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Upper village is so named because it sits on the hill and Lower Oakham nestles in the Valley below.

The Oakham’s are starkly divided between the well-heeled and the down at heel and Ryan Fisher bucked the trend by not fitting either category.

Ryan had his own small holding and was also the local jack of all trades.

So not the sort of person you would readily expect to be bedding a Lady, but it happened, nonetheless, and quite often.

But they didn’t usually wake up in bed together the next day, and when it happened for the first time it marked a change in their relationship.

When it dawned on her that she was stranded at his house wearing the same clothes she arrived in the night before and Ryan had to smuggle her out of his house and onto the back seat of his pickup, in which he drove her to her house in Upper Oakham.

She lived in a huge detached Victorian House set in ten acres and he drove past and parked in the lane.

“Well, I’ve got you to Nob Hill princess, but I don’t know how to get you into your castle unseen” he said and there was silence for two minutes until she suddenly exclaimed.

“Golf club!”

“What about it?” he asked.

“My “Castle” backs onto the Golf Course” she said smugly.

So, he drove his pickup truck into the Golf Club carpark and parked in the corner beneath a beach tree and as soon as he pulled on the hand brake she yelled from beneath the blanket.

“We made it”.

“Yes, your reputation is unblemished” he agreed as he opened his car door.

Then he opened the rear door and lifted the blanket to reveal Claire’s smiling face, so he bent down and kissed her sweet lips.

After the kiss she rolled over and crawled off the back seat and crouched down out of sight behind the open door where he put his flat cap on her head

“Ok I’m off” she said. 

“What about your bag?” he asked.

“Bring it round later and you can collect your reward” she replied and disappeared into the trees.

 

After dark, that night he was once again driving into the Golf Club carpark, this time in his brother’s car which was less conspicuous than his pickup and parked in the same place under the Beach tree where he had dropped her Ladyship earlier.

He locked the car and followed a track of sorts and after about twenty yards there was a wide opening that allowed egress through the woods, which eventually arrived at the back of Claire’s “Castle”, so he opened the wrought iron gate, keeping to the shadows he crossed the great expanse of lawn and onto the terrace and looked through the French doors.

He could see Claire was already in her silk dressing gown and as he watched her pad around the room, he began to feel the tell-tale stirring down below, so he tapped on the window.

She looked up immediately and gave him a broad smile and opened the door,

“What kept you?” she asked but before he had chance to reply she dragged him inside and was kissing him.

He was still carrying the holdall filled with her previous night’s outfit so when she finished kissing him, she said.

“Go and put the bag in the hall darling”.

Then she locked the door and pulled the curtains.

When he returned to the room, she was stood in front of the velvet curtains and had discarded her silk dressing gown to reveal matching red silk underwear, red stockings, red high heeled shoes, and a filthy expression.

“Did someone order a scarlet woman?” she asked coyly.

It took him completely by surprise and he almost fainted as all the blood rushed to his loins.

“I’m very partial to a scarlet woman” he said as he looked her up and down, and he reflected on what a classy woman she was even when she was playing the strumpet.

A classy chassis dressed in classy expensive lingerie, the camisole merely hinted at its formidable contents and only her proud peaks betrayed her arousal, and her camiknickers were both flattering and tempting simultaneously while her stockings were again of the highest quality as were their contents.

His hands sweated and his mouth salivated as he surveyed every inch of the gorgeous package.  

“Especially a posh one”

“Is that why you want me?” she asked as she walked towards him on her high heels.

“Because I’m posh”

“Well, I do like posh birds” he confessed.

“But I want you because you’re hot”.

“Good answer” Claire said as she stood in front of him.

“You can have your reward now”.