Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2012 07:26:47 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Sea View. Part Five.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part Five.

   The war came to an end and great celebrations were held in the town and
down on the sea front. A street party was held outside the hotel, for
which, the hotel footed the food bill.

   Then came the post war boom in tourism. The hotel was never
empty. Richard became a member of the town's council, but refused the
nomination and honour of becoming Mayor. He thanked them for the offer, but
said that he could help the town more as a councillor and an hotelier,
promoting the town for tourists. With his donation to the town of the
Garden of Remembrance and his own time spent in keeping it in such perfect
order, his standing in the community went higher with this refusal to
become Mayor.

   The hotel was now virtually running itself. Amy was an admirable
manageress. Doris and another waitress looked after the guest's
comforts. They had an excellent cook who had done well with the war time
rations, supplemented by Richard's forays into the black market, kept up
the standard of fare that the hotel offered.

   Julie spent most of her time with the children, not only at home, but
also at the schools. Part time teacher, counsellor and by helping at the
Welfare Office.

   The only thing that caused her concern in respect of the children, was
the fact that the twins were inseparable. She would see that Patrick and
Nancy were nicely tucked up in their beds at night, but would invariably
find them both together in one bed in the morning. Whichever one she asked,
the answer was the same. 'I got frightened during the night.' So they were
always in one bed or the other. She was unable to break this habit, not
realising the complications that could follow.

   Ever since they could remember, Patrick and Nancy had slept
together. Though they had separate rooms now, they would finish up in just
one of their beds. They would cuddle and kiss each other good night and go
to sleep in each other's arms.

   Richard wasn't interested when Julie told him of this. They'll grow out
of it, he said. They're probably feeling insecure what with the war just
finished, and left it at that.

   But they didn't grow out it. More to the point was that they grew into
it. Even as they reached puberty, they still went and shared the same
bed. Not taking any notice of the difference in their sexes, until Patrick
started to get `stiffies', as he called them, in the mornings. He would
wake with his little penis sticking out of his pyjamas, stiff as a poker,
wake Nancy and point out this fact. She would hold it, move it backward and
forward like a plane's joystick. Rub it and generally play with it till it
subsided, which it usually did, and they would forget about it till the
next morning.

   Now Patrick's room was next to that of Amy, and one day he tried to nail
a picture to the wall between the two rooms, but the wall wasn't thick
enough to support the nail. He was enlarging the hole to use something
stronger, when he realised that through the hole he had made, he had a
clear view of the whole of Amy's room. He had often heard noises coming
from beyond this wall late at night, but had no way of knowing the
cause. Now he had a way of finding out.

   Nancy had come into his bed as usual and he told her of the hole he had
made. But they were asleep when Amy finished work for the night, but Nancy
woke up and hearing a voice come from the next room, looked up and saw the
small shaft of light coming through the hole in the wall.

   She sat up in bed and looked through the hole and it was the first time
she had seen her father naked. He was sitting on Amy's bed and she gasped
at the size of his `stiffy'. It was much, much bigger than the one Patrick
had in the mornings. Then she gasped again as she watched Amy take off all
her clothes till she was naked too. She was out of gasps when Amy went down
onto her knees and took daddy's stiffy in her mouth. She saw the pleasure
on his face as Amy sucked on it, her head going up and down on him. Nancy
snuggled down to Patrick, a smile on her face, thinking of the morning as
she went back to sleep.

   She woke to a movement from Patrick by her side, and remembering what
she had seen the night before, put her hand down and felt his stiffy
sticking out of his pyjamas. She went down under the covers and in the dim
light, could see his pencil stem standing up hard and erect. Copying Amy,
she took it between her lips and into her mouth, sucking on it as she moved
her head up and down. Patrick came awake with a groan, feeling Nancy's
mouth working on him, but not wanting her to stop. It was an exquisite
agony he was going through, the tension building up inside him that could
never be released, or so he thought. He hadn't as yet in time, had an
ejaculation, so did not know that that was the ultimate release from the
agony he was going through. The pain was enough for him to stop her, pull
her up and kiss her. It was lovely, but painful he told her. She didn't
quite understand, as their father seemed to have been enjoying it with Amy.

   So Nancy made it a point of staying awake in Patrick's bed, looking
through the hole for several nights to watch what the adults did in the
bedroom. Somehow she wasn't surprised to see Doris do the same thing by
going down on her father. When she eventually saw the ejaculation of her
father, his sperm spurting out in a stream, Doris hovering above to catch
it in her mouth before sinking down to take his erection in her mouth,
astounded her. If he could do it, so could Patrick was her resolve.

   The first thing she did when she awakened, was to take Patrick's stiffy
in her hand and pump it, waking him up as she did so. With her hand moving
up and down on him and her hot wet mouth over his tool, he didn't complain
but lay back to enjoy it. When he felt the pressure start to build and it
became painful, he tried to stop her, pulling her head up from under the
covers. But she wouldn't stop. Her hand kept pumping at his organ, that
thin stick of solid flesh in her hand. You're going to shoot it out like
dad, she said to herself, as she kept on rubbing it, wanking him, as was
the known term for it at school.

   She dived back under the bedclothes to watch as she fiercely kept her
hand going, oblivious to Patrick's cries. Then he went rigid and his stem
in her hand took on a life of its own as it swelled and he had his first
ejaculation. Caught unawares, she watched it stream out, hitting the sheet
above and spurt across her wrist. Nancy reacted as she had seen Doris do by
taking him into her mouth, catching the rest of his first explosion,
swallowing as it came pouring out. It quickly slowed to short bursts as his
hips kept pushing up to meet her. She kept sucking on him till she could
feel the hardness slowly start to subside before releasing him. It was a
wet mouthed triumphant grin that she came out from under the covers to face
Patrick.

   `Nancy! Nancy, I did it! I finally came,' he cried.

   `I know darling, I know. I was there, remember?'

   He kissed her, smearing his own mouth with the residue of his own
coming. He licked his lips. `Is that from me?' he asked, licking his lips
still more.

   `Of course darling,' she laughed, kissing him again, pressing her thin
body against his, `who else could have done it.'

   `Wow!' he cried, throwing his arms out wide. `I've come! I am now a
man!'

   `Bollocks!' Nancy said. `I made you come. I've just changed you from a
baby into a boy. `You've got a long way to go yet before you can say you
are a man.'

   `How did you know what to do?' he asked as he cuddled her. `To make me
come? Do it again, it's still stiff.'

   He took her hand down under the sheet and placed it onto his again erect
penis. She grasped it, and started to pump it again. She loved the feel of
the skin moving so easily over the hard flesh beneath it. She could feel it
getting even harder, and his hip were starting to move in time to her hand
movements as he started to reach his climax. She suddenly stopped, taking
her hand away from him and putting it down to her side.

   `What, what've stopped for? I was just coming again,' he cried out in
anguish.

   `I want you to do something to me,' she replied.

   `How can I you stupid girl? You haven't got a willy,' he retorted.

   `Put your hand down and find exactly what I have got,' she calmly
replied, laying perfectly still to see what he would do. He ran his hand
down across her hairless mound to feel the crack of flesh. He'd seen it
enough times, but not given much thought to what might lie there.

   `So you got a little crack that you pee through. What else is there?'

   `I don't know, but there must be something. Dad does it.'

   `To you?' was the shocked reply.

   `No silly. He does it to Amy and Doris.'

   `How do you know?...Oh. The hole in the wall?'

   `Yes,' she grinned, `you might learn something by watching as I have.'

   So for several nights they watched as their father took on Amy and Doris
at various times and in a variety of positions. Another hole was drilled so
that they could both watch at the same time. They would then try to emulate
the positions they had seen. The sixty nine was their favourite. Nancy
liked taking Patrick into her mouth, making him come and swallowing it, and
then licking him clean afterwards, while he learnt to use his tongue to
lick and tease the bud of his sister.

   They only ever got one clear view of penile penetration from their two
spy holes, and that was when Doris climbed up on top of Richard, and with
his erection upright, sank down onto it. The whole length and thickness of
his cock slowly sliding up and disappearing inside her body. She did not
seem discomfited by it, but seemed to revel in the fact that that huge
penis was up inside her. She bounced up and down with great abandon, crying
out with joy as Richard helped her to move up and down.

   So next morning, with Patrick's prick standing stiffly out from his
pyjamas, Nancy copied Doris by getting astride of him. He held his penis
upright at the entrance to her vagina and she lowered herself down onto
it. He was only a little way in when she felt some resistance inside
herself, stopping her from going further down, but not knowing what it was,
pushed herself down.

   There was a sudden sharp pain as the hymen broke and suddenly she was
sitting on his thighs. He was in her was her unspoken cry of exultation. By
flexing her muscles she could feel his erection deep inside her. She
bounced up and down in the joy at this new form of excitement, sadly
bruising Patrick in the process, enough for him not to be able to perform
such was the violence of her exertions.

   It wasn't until she pulled herself up off of him and his cock slapped
against his stomach did it start to erupt out of him, covering his chest
with the odd flecks hitting his chin. Then he cried out, pointing to the
blood trickling down her thigh. Mild panic ensued, but it did not seem
serious after she had washed herself. No more blood appeared, but she was
still worried enough to speak to her mother about it later that day.

   Julie misconstrued the scenario as it being her the start of her first
period, so she had a woman to woman talk about menstruation, and then onto
the process of procreation. Nancy realised that the blood was from the
piercing of her hymen, and that she would forever have the monthly curse of
bleeding. That this was called the menstrual cycle, and that it was only
during the middle of this cycle that children were conceived.

   Julie had unwittingly told her daughter when to, and when not to have
sex that would result in a child. Julie didn't know, or even suspect, that
Nancy was already having sex with her brother, that the two were already
deep in the throes of incest.

   Being knowledgeably aware, Nancy took advantage of Patrick. After
watching the antics of their father with Amy and Doris, she got Patrick to
put into practice all that they had seen. The only disadvantage that she
saw to her sex was that men could have anal intercourse with a woman but
not vice versa. That is until she saw her first dildo. Amy was wearing it
to service Doris and gasped when she saw her father then take Doris in the
rear. Doris then being fucked in both places at once.

   Not having heard the word voyeur, Nancy and Patrick still got turned on
as they watched the acts performed in the other room. They would often turn
from their peepholes and copy what they had just seen. So it was natural
for them to perform sodomy amongst their ever growing repertoire

   Nancy got some cream from the bathroom shelf and put a liberal blob on
Patrick's erection and smeared some to the entrance of her anus. Kneeling
on the bed, she let Patrick move in between her legs and with both hands on
her hips, pushed himself into her. The pleasure was all his. He bucked as
he fucked, coming in short sharp bursts. To Nancy, there was no pleasure
for her in this sex act and only did it as a last resort later when she had
the curse and he was desperate for a hole to put his cock into.

   Apart for this, they practiced every other aspect of sex that they
learnt from their nightly vigils at the peepholes. Within three years, her
breasts had filled out generously, allowing her to use them to excite
Patrick, who loved to suck on her nipples. The pink buds in the middle of
the light brown aureoles that came out as firm nodules when she was
aroused. They also grew body hair which fascinated them as it grew over
their pubes. If they had been shown a copy of the Karma Sutra, to nearly
everything in it, they would have said, `seen it, done it and even got the
T shirt,' such was their knowledge of sex.

   By contrast, Carol's upbringing was almost austere. She was the complete
opposite to the twins. Her room was a model of tidiness and piety, whereas
their rooms were a general mess of soiled clothes, posters and
detria. After school, she would spend time reading with Julie or
painting. The twins would be experimenting with a new sexual position that
one of them had devised. Their sex was on the practical side where all that
Carol knew of sex was from the historical romantic novels of Scott,
Thackeray and Austin.

   Much to Richard's delight, the twins started to show an interest in all
aspects of the hotel. Patrick spent a lot of his spare time, when away from
Nancy, in the kitchen, and was soon helping to prepare special meals. Some
of his own design and concoction. Nancy prowled round with Amy and Doris,
seeing all that they did, apart from what went on in Amy's room, even
helping out in the dining room.

   One of the chores she didn't mind doing was that of taking meals up to
rooms on request. Here she could earn a few pennies from the tips for this
service. It was during one of these deliveries that she saw the violence
that her father was capable of. It was an innocuous enough order for room
service. The man, a rep, said he was too busy to go down to the dining room
for dinner and would like to have it delivered to his room.

   It must be said that her attire was not the most suitable for serving in
either the dining room or for delivering up to rooms. Her skirt was too
short as the neckline of her blouse too low. Even though she was only
fifteen years old, she more than filled her blouse, and with it being
fairly low at the front, was a definite come on as she bent down to place
the tray on the table by his side. She had knocked at the door and entered
with the meal and the man had obviously been drinking. The room and himself
stank of whisky and as she waited for him to sign the bill, he turned on
her.

   He tried to get a kiss from her, holding her close, close enough to feel
that he had an erection as well as smell his breath which was stifling. As
she tried to fight him off, his hand ripped her blouse completely open as
well making the strap of her bra give way. This exposed her breasts
completely to his gaze and excited him even further. He wrestled her to the
floor, pawing at her tits as he tried to kiss her again. It was a knee
brought up in a reflex action that caught him in the groin making him
release her. This gave her time to scramble to her feet and escape from the
room. She ran to the end of the landing and paused to catch her breath, her
exposed breasts heaving with the effort. She didn't have time to cover
herself when Richard came up round a corner of the stairs.

   When he saw her exposed breasts, torn blouse, and wild hair, he simply
flew up the last steps demanding to know who did it. She sobbed as she
pointed to the room she had come from and he pushed past her and blasted
his way into the room. Nancy followed slowly trying to cover herself with
the remnants of her blouse and stood in the doorway and was dumbstruck as
she watched her father literally beat the man to death. When she had got to
the door, the man's face was already a mess of blood. Eyebrow split, nose
bleeding and an ear, looking as if it had been half torn off. Richard was
relentless pounding the man with his fists, elbows and feet. Then kicking
him savagely in the ribs and head as he fell to the floor. The final act
was for him to drop down as heavily as he could on his knees onto the man's
chest. Nancy, hand to mouth, heard the sickening crunch as his ribs caved
in, crushing his heart.

   Richard slowly got to his feet, breathing heavily as he turned and saw
Nancy in the doorway. He moved over and took her in his arms. `That,' he
said, his breath ragged, `that is what happens to anybody who touches my
family.'

   `Is...is...is he...?' The question unfinished.

   `Yes,' was the flat reply. Nancy started to squirm in his grasp, but he
held her tight. `Nancy, Nancy,' he cooed into her ear, `stay calm. You
might not believe it, but this is not the first time I've had to save a
member of the family.'

   `What...what...will we do?' she started to wail. He gave her a good
shake.

   `Calm down now! Calm down. Now do as you are told. Go and change into
some old clothes and then come back and help.' He put his finger to her
lips. `No questions now. Just do as I say, and everything will be
alright. Okay? Trust me. Everything will sort itself out. Now go and
change.'

   Nancy stumbled away from the door and went upstairs to her room to
change. She didn't dare stop to think of what she had just seen. Trust dad,
trust dad became a chant, a litany as she took off what was left of her
torn blouse and other items of dress, and turfing out an old pair of jeans
and a sweater, put these on and went back down to that room.

   She went in. Her father had wrapped the body up in a sheet, and on her
entry, beckoned her over to help him lift it over his shoulder. Adjusting
his grip on the burden, told her to see if the coast was clear for them to
go down the back stairs to the garden.

   On the way, he stopped by the cellar and told her to collect the shovel,
and then they went on to the Garden of Remembrance, the weight of the body
making him shuffle rather than walk. Nancy watched as he dug a deep hole
and after throwing out the shovel, climbed out himself.

   `Now roll him in,' he directed. Nancy moved to the sheet wrapped body
and rolled it into the hole. Richard then handed her the shovel. `Now fill
it in.'

   Nancy started to object, but on seeing the expression on his face, kept
quiet and picked up the shovel and began shifting the earth back into the
hole. He sat and smoked a cigarette as he watched her reduce the pile of
dug soil until the hole had been filled. He then rose and took the shovel
from her and tamped and smoothed over the surface. Putting his arm around
her shoulders, led her back to the hotel.

   `That's what happens to anyone who fucks with my family, darling,'
giving her a squeeze. `Of course I don't have to say to you that this must
be kept between us. This is our secret, and let's keep it buried.' He gave
a little chuckle at his own joke. `Now to burn all of his things and see
that he has checked out of the hotel properly.'

   Though she had been terrified at the initial attack by that man, then
horrified at her father's response, she now had a strange tingling inside
of her, especially in the region of her groin. Now that it was over, and
they were burning his clothes in the incinerator, she felt herself
trembling with the anticlimax, fluid beginning to flow down the inside of
her thighs. She realised, on reflection, that it had been a very exciting
experience and couldn't wait to get upstairs to tell Patrick.

   She surprised him from sleep with her sudden attack of passion. Kissing
him all over the face as she tore off her clothes before diving down under
the bedclothes to take him into her mouth. Frantically sucking on him and
raising him up quickly till he was fully erect and then mounting him. With
legs astride his thighs, she rode him, grinding her pelvic bones down as
hard as she could, pumping up and down and coming very quickly to her
orgasm.

   Pulling herself up and off of him, she turned round and took his wet
organ into her mouth again. Sucking and working her hand up and down his
shaft, which was now of a size that befits a man, or, and she nearly choked
at the thought, the size that befits a woman. He was working at her other
end, licking between her labia, sucking at her juices as he came with his
usual youthful violence, shooting his sperm hard into her throat which
delighted her.

   It was with heavy groans of pleasure as she rolled his cock around in
her mouth as she swallowed the outburst. Licking the slowly shrinking shaft
till it was perfectly clean. Only then did she let go of it and turn round
to cuddle Patrick. His arms stronger now that he was maturing, feeling more
secure inside them. Her erect nipples hurting as she squashed them against
his chest.

   `You won't believe it! Couldn't believe it! I don't even believe it!'
she panted into his ear.

   `What are you talking about?' a bewildered Patrick asked. Being suddenly
awoken by her ferocious attack, gratifying as it was, he couldn't
understand what she was saying. He calmed her down and eventually heard the
full story.

   `Wow,' he breathed out, long and slow. `He actually killed him in front
of you? And you helped bury him? Wow,' he repeated.

   `At first I was terrified when he grabbed me. His hand caught the top of
my blouse, tearing it right down the front.' She took his hand and placed
it on her breast, `and this popped out. Well they both did actually. His
eyes went wide when he saw them and he lunged at me. We fought and I
managed to get out and ran straight into dad. He went mad. You should have
seen him! He roared like a bull and went in and beat the shit out of the
guy. All I could do was stand and watch. It was horrible, but at the same
time, it excited me seeing dad beat him up, and then he dropped his full
weight onto his chest,' she shivered in Patrick's arms. `There was this
horrid crunching sound and then he didn't move.'

   `Dad?'

   `No you stupid sod! The arsehole who attacked me. Dad had caved his
chest in and killed him. Then we took the body over to the Gardens and
buried him. Dad dug the hole and made me roll the body in and then I had to
fill up the hole. I was trembling the whole time through the excitement of
it. I had an orgasm as I threw that first shovel of dirt back in. I could
feel it running down my leg and couldn't wait to get back up here.'

   She had been rubbing herself up against him while talking. They had long
since given up wearing nightclothes and he could feel the heat coming from
her body. His hand covering her breast could feel the hard erect nipple
under his fingers, and so moved his hand down between her thighs to find
her wet and hot there.

   His body had responded to her story and his erection now throbbed and
ached. He rolled over on top of her, the legs parting to let him in. He
quickly entered with her legs going up and round him, holding him tight
within her as they fucked each other. Their sweat mingling with their
juices as they both came at the same time. Fiercely straining at each other
as they exploded, releasing all the tensions of the night in this coupling.

   There was a sucking sound as their bodies parted, the sweat acting like
a glue between them. Panting, exhausted and content with many thoughts
going through their minds as they lay there together, breathing heavily
after their exertions. It was Nancy who first spoke their thoughts. It was
of no surprise to them, being twins, that they should both be thinking
along the same lines.

   `Could you do what dad did?' she asked.

   `I don't know,' he replied.

   `If I was attacked like tonight, would you?'

   `I don't know, but then,' he paused, `maybe I would.'

   `What if he was actually raping me, having sex. Would you then?' He
turned and grasped her fiercely by the shoulders, shaking her.

   `You know I would then! You're my sister! You're mine!' his face turning
red as he spat out the words.

   `You're jealous,' she jeered up at his contorted face above her.

   `As I said, you're mine! No one shall have you!'

   `We shall see,' Nancy said under her breath, her mind reaching out into
the future, seeing quite clearly how she could bring it about as to whether
he would do it or not. `We shall see,' she repeated as she snuggled down in
his arms to sleep.

   It was five weeks before she found her intended victim. With the uncanny
instinct of her father, she chose a lone traveller, one who was only booked
in for the one night and wanted to leave early the next morning. That he
was in his middle forties didn't matter to her. All she wanted was to get
the man into a compromising position to get Patrick to react.

   She flirted with the man during dinner as she served him, and made it
clear that she was available for the night. She timed it so that Patrick
would come up to her room and catch the man with her. She was a few minutes
out with her timing.

   Her only clothing was her bra and panties when the man entered her room
on time. She recoiled as he took her straight into his arms and kissed her,
his mouth wet upon hers. His hands unhooked her bra and he kissed each
breast and nipple as he pushed her back onto the bed. His hands pulled down
her panties as she fell back and lay there naked before him. His grin was
more of a leer as he stripped off his clothes as he looked at her sprawled
figure, his erection throbbing at the sight.

   Smaller than you Patrick, she thought. Now it's time for you to make
your entrance, but things had moved somewhat faster than she had
anticipated. Still leering, the man climbed onto the bed between her legs
and fell forward, his whole weight making her catch her breath. She
couldn't move as he shifted himself and entered her.

   She went rigid as she felt his cock start to penetrate. She tried to
move him, but couldn't stop him from sliding right in, filling her till
their pubes met. The feel of him, hard and moving inside her, along with
his smelly breath was making her feel sick. She closed her eyes and had to
grit her teeth as he started to fuck her.

   `Oh this is so good baby,' he breathed into her ear, `doesn't it feel
good to be fucked by a real man?' he continued, as his prick was moving in
and out of her. With her eyes still closed, praying for Patrick to come in,
so she didn't see or hear the door open and Patrick enter. Nor did she see
the look on his face as he picked up a hockey stick and swing it at the
man's back.

   She heard the solid thump and felt the reaction. The man stiffened, his
body ramming even harder into her. His cock swelling almost to bursting
point inside her. Her eyes flew open to see Patrick's contorted face over
the man's shoulder as he swung the stick again. The man's back had arched
with the pain in his kidney's, his head rising to connect with the heavy
swinging stick. His eyes almost coming out of their sockets as the hook of
the stick seemed to meld into the side of his face and head with a
sickening crunch. The blow knocking him off Nancy, sending him crashing to
the floor.

   She cried out at the pain of the wrench at her groin as he was torn out
of her, also crying with relief that Patrick was now there. She sat up and
held out her arms, using her tears to some effect.

   `Oh thank God you came in Patrick. The man burst into my room and
started to rape me,' she sobbed as he took her into his arms, her head
falling onto his shoulder. `I was just undressed and getting into bed when
he attacked me.' She slowly let her sobs subside as he stroked her hair,
and then raised her head to look at the naked man on the floor.

   `I think you've killed him' she whispered, kissing his face. `I think
you actually did it, to save me!' She kissed him more passionately now. `Oh
my brave Patrick,' she cried, starting to pull at his clothes. `Now
Patrick, now! Finish what he started.'

   Her hands now tearing at his trouser front as she kissed him
harder. `Take me Patrick, please. I'm begging you. Fuck me now. Now!'

   His shirt and trousers were open and she had his cock in her hand,
working furiously on it, feeling it getting bigger. He took one look at the
body on the floor and pushing her arms away, quickly pulled off his clothes
and took her back into his arms. He rolled her over on the bed and being on
top, his erection slid into her without any effort, the entry making her
orgasm at once. Her legs going up round him as she urged him on, revelling
in his organ expanding her inside, never feeling so strong before. It
didn't take him long to reach his peak and shoot with some force into
her. She held his head in her hands and kissed him as she came with him for
her second time, whispering in between gasps that they had done it, really
done it.

   He paused, breathing heavy, as with arms straight, he held his upper
body up above her while still embedded inside her, he looked down at her
face. Her eyes were shining, her cheeks dimpled with the smile on her
lips. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body, her breasts reflecting the
light.

   `Oh God I do love you,' he whispered.

   `I love you too,' she said softly, contracting the muscles of her
vagina, squeezing the penis still inside her. He grinned at her and lowered
himself down, feeling her nipples squash against his chest. They kissed
slowly, tongues touching, flicking out at each other as their breathing
returned to normal. They continued with this tongue teasing, feeling
Patrick start to grow strong again within her.

   `My turn now,' she whispered, `roll over.'

   They slowly rolled over, still coupled till she was on top. With her
legs in position, eyes alight with the excitement and euphoria of the
moment, started to move her body on his. Her breasts swinging to and fro as
she slowly fucked him. Then moving faster as her need for release built up
in her belly, his hands on her hips, urging her on, his own hips rising to
meet her. The sweat poured down her body to mingle with his as she arched
her back, head thrown back as she spent herself. Juices flowing out and
into the pubic hairs of Patrick as he shuddered through his ejaculation.

   They eventually unglued themselves and lay in each other's arms as they
contemplated their next move. Nancy related again how and where their
father had buried the other man. They rose and got dressed and it wasn't
long before they had the sheeted body of the man beneath the soil and his
effects disposed of in the incinerator.

   After a shower, they spent the remainder of the night in bed together,
going over the last few hours of the sex and killing, telling of their
reactions. Nancy saying of how frightened she had been until Patrick showed
up and how she was thrilled at the way he had saved her. Patrick said of
how angry he had been at seeing that man on top of her, and of the surge of
power he had felt when he'd hit him.

   `You were wonderful Patrick,' she breathed, `so strong and powerful and
exciting. I'm glad you're my brother,' hugging him as she spoke.

   `If anything like this happens again, it'll be your turn you know,' he
said, `you can do the killing.'

   `Me? I couldn't! I couldn't do it. How can I kill a man while he's on
top of me?' she expostulated.

   `Silly goose,' he said, his hand stroking the fine hairs at the top of
her thighs. `I mean when I'm having it off with another woman.'

   `No you're not!' she sat up indignantly. `While you've got me, you're
not having anyone else!'

   `I like the way your tits wobble when you're angry,' he chuckled.

   `Anyway, you're still a boy. What woman's going to look at you,' she
retorted, swinging her head to flip back her hair, making her tits swing
even more.

   `I'm not a boy any longer!' he said, sitting up as well. `I've just
killed a man for you and I can fuck as well, if not better, than anybody
else. If that doesn't make me a man, what does?'

   `Having common sense for one thing. Not charging about like a bull in a
china shop. Not jeopardising what you already have,' taking his hand and
placing it onto her breast. `A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,'
she laughed as her hand cupped his balls. He kissed her gently, pushing her
back down on the bed.

   `You're worth hundreds in the bush,' he said as he rolled onto her and
started to make love to her for the third time that night. Nancy's thoughts
were right, because it was nearly a year before he was able to get a woman,
other than Nancy, into his bed.

   Meanwhile, Julie tried once more to defy Richard and suffered from
it. He'd been to a council meeting and had been outvoted on some issue that
he was promoting, so he wasn't in a very good humour when he got home. He'd
already had a few drinks in town, and topped himself up in the hotel bar
before going upstairs to their room. Julie also had not had a good day and
was very tired and tried to refuse his sexual suggestions. Such was his
anger, he used his fist, catching her in the left eye and when she
screamed, he hit her again. She lay on the bed crying while he strode about
the room, shouting abuse at her. Also saying that too many people were not
obeying his orders.

   `Well I'll show you what obedience is,' he ranted at her after twenty
minutes of raving. `I'll show you that some people know when to obey their
master!' and he stormed out of the bedroom.

   Julie lay where she was, sobbing as her face swelled, closing her left
eye. Her other cheek starting to swell from the second blow. Richard came
back into the room, slamming the door behind him. He undressed and threw
his clothes into a corner and put on his dressing gown Then he pulled the
small dressing table stool out into the centre of the room and sat down,
facing the door. Julie's crying slowed as she watched him, puzzled at his
actions, wiping her face on a corner of the bed sheet. There was a timid
knock at the door and he shouted for them to enter, it opened, and Amy and
Doris came into the room.

   `Close the door and lock it,' he ordered. Amy did as she was told and
then stood with Doris in front of him. `Is Wilfred on duty?' he
asked. Wilfred being the night porter.

   The girls nodded. Both were still in their uniforms, having come
straight up from their shift in the dining room. They stood there, casting
glances over at Julie, not sure why they had been summonsed, but both were
sure it was to do with sex as he was in his dressing gown. It was being in
the presence of Julie that was unsettling them. Their eyes took in the fact
that she had been hit, quite hard at that as her left eye had now fully
closed and was starting to blacken.

   `The mistress here doesn't seem to understand what the word obedience
is,' he addressed the two girls, `so I've asked you to come here to show
her what that word is. Is that understood?' He glared at them until, with
sidelong glances at Julie, nodded in turn to his question.

   `Right. Amy! Take your clothes off!' he ordered. With another quick look
towards Julie, and noting the black eye as well as the look on Richard's
face, started to undress. She peeled it all off, letting the clothes fall
to the floor until she stood there naked.

   Richard flashed a triumphant grin at Julie as he swung round on the
stool so that he was facing her as he shucked off his gown and let it fall
behind him. His erection was up and standing well out from his thighs. He
looked over his shoulder at Amy and pointed to the floor by his side, and
she moved to it and knelt down. It was the same position as when they had
started to educate Doris.

   Amy grasped his erection, and with a flicker of her eyes toward Julie,
bent her head and took him into her mouth. Richard's chest swelled as he
looked at Julie, who was looking with her one open eye at Amy sucking on
his cock. It was her all the time, ran through her head as she watched
Amy's head bob up and down on his thick erection. Amy's tongue tickled the
eye of his cock, as if to mock Julie before taking a deep breath, took in
as much as she possibly could to suck on.

   Richard beckoned to Doris and nodded. She nodded back came to his side
and quickly undressed, letting her clothes drop in an untidy heap on top of
Amy's. She also glanced across at Julie, who was now sitting up, a corner
of the blanket held up to her face as she watched this tableau unfold
before her. Oh no! Were her thoughts, not her too! Who else? She watched as
Doris moved closer to Richard as Amy took her head up off him. She put her
hands on his shoulders and got astride of him. Amy held his erection
upright and Doris slowly lowered herself down onto it. When she was down on
his thighs and him fully inside her, she tossed her hair clear from her
face and glanced back at Julie. Then she started what was in hand, or
rather inside her.

   Oh God I love this job, she said to herself. Running into Mr. Collins
outside the café was the best thing that has ever happened to her. A
good job, well paid, and even got to fuck the boss. Regularly! Even, she
chuckled, in front of his wife. Doris put her heart and soul into making it
a major performance of sexual congress. Head thrown back, tits bouncing as
she moved and groaning in the right places as she fucked. She didn't have
to fake her orgasm. That came on cue as he bucked in his
coming. Perspiration was on his brow as he held tight at her waist as he
came. Pulling her down as he pumped up into her, her body writhing on his
lap as they climaxed together.

   He gently lifted her off and gave her a small kiss. Then he stood up,
his penis still erect and sticking out in front of him glistening with the
juices of the pair of them. He moved across to the bed and put out his hand
and his fingers went into the hair on Julie's head. He closed his hand, her
hair now tight in his fist as he pulled towards the edge of the bed. She
had to follow or have her hair torn out until she was at the edge, his
erection inches away from her face. The purple red head, foreskin rolled
back, was shiny and reflecting the light, giving the eye the appearance of
blinking as he moved.

   `Now Julie. What have you learned here tonight?'

   `Obedience,' she gasped, her one good eye watering from the pulling of
her hair at the roots.

   `Fine. Fine. Now what do you do when you see what is right before you
now?' Richard asked quietly.

   `I...I...' her head started to strain against his grasp, but strained
towards his erection before her. `I...do, I...do what you want
me...to...do...'

   He released her hair and she quickly plunged her mouth on to his erect
cock. Lying there across the bed, she sucked on him. As he moved, she
moved, keeping him in her mouth, tonguing and swallowing what juices were
still there. He kept moving till she was up on her knees, not being able to
see. Her only good eye blurred by tears as she followed his movements
around on the bed, not daring to let it go from her mouth in case he
blackened the other eye. It was him who stopped the game by pushing her
head off of him.

   `Now lay back, legs open,' and she did as he commanded. `Now you will
lick at Doris while Amy licks at you.' He snapped his fingers and Doris
slowly climbed onto the bed and getting astride of Julie, moved up until
her inner parts were just above her mouth. `Do it!' he ordered, and Doris
lowered herself and Julie started to probe the inner lips of Doris with her
tongue. `Copy Amy,' was the next order.

   Amy went in between her legs and used her tongue on Julie. Slow strokes
of the tongue to her clit, then to the vagina and back again. Julie then
doing the same to Doris, following her instructions.

   Richard then moved round the bed and came up behind Amy, her arse
sticking up in the air, her pudenda wet and waiting for him. He guided
himself to the folds of flesh, parting them with his fingers, and pushed
himself inside. Taking hold of her hips, slowly, keeping to a rhythm,
fucked her gently as she sucked, being careful not to disturb the other end
movements.

   The only change was when he started to come. His faster movements caused
a collapse of bodies, poor Julie taking most of the weight as Richard
climaxed, ramming himself hard into Amy. Only when spent, did he pull out
and get off the bed. The girls then also moved off, leaving Julie gasping
for breath. He put on his robe and told the girls to get dressed and go to
bed. They gathered up their clothes and left the bedroom without getting
fully dressed. He then went into the bathroom and came back with a wet
flannel and a towel. He sat down on the bed and gently wiped her face and
body. He went a second time and then washed between her legs, drying her on
the towel.

   She wept when he held her in his arms, just not being able to comprehend
his moods. He kissed her so tenderly that she had a problem in believing
what had gone on before. He gently stroked her body, caressing her breasts
as he continued to kiss her. As his hand went down across her stomach, her
legs automatically opened to allow him access. She was bewildered as her
body responded to his touch when her mind was saying no, but the intimate
parts of her were begging for him.

   So she allowed him to climb on top and mix up her emotions by making her
have two orgasms before he came for the third time that evening. She cried
softly as he snored gently beside her, but she was to obey him for the next
ten years. Well nearly ten, because the next time she stood up to him was
the last, and had disastrous consequences all round. But until that time
came, life, and death, continued at the Sea View hotel. Staff came and went
over the years, but the nucleus remained. Amy as manageress with Doris as
her assistant. Patrick took over as chef with Nancy helping out wherever
she could. Carol, heavily protected by Julie, went her own way. Passing
through school with honours and getting a place at an art college.

   Julie looked after the finances of the hotel while Richard spent half
his time at the council offices and the other half, looking after the
Garden of Remembrance.

   But guests still came to the hotel that didn't leave in the normal
way. One being a fairly young, good looking woman, a fashion designer of
sorts. She had booked in for one night, but was so pleased with the service
and especially with the quality of the dinner, decided to stay another day
just to savour the meals that Patrick had produced.

   She had sent her compliments through on the first night and Patrick had
come into the dining room to personally thank her, and it was obvious to
Nancy, that the woman was taken by the good looks of her brother. When the
woman, a Mrs Delaney, had gone into the lounge for coffee, Nancy suggested
that Patrick go and talk to her with the offer of a special dinner for the
next night etc.

   Patrick duly went into the lounge and sat down by the woman. He put on
his charm and said that he would do her a meal that was worth dying for, if
she would be his guest and dine with him after the other guests had been
served.

   Flattered at this attention, she agreed, crossing her legs as she felt
an urge start in her lower belly. When she had finished her coffee, she
quickly went to her room and inspected her naked body before the
mirror. Her breasts were still high and her stomach did not show the usual
stretch marks from having a baby. Her hand went down between her legs,
feeling the wetness as she thought of the good looking boy who was going to
cook especially for her. She kept standing in front of the mirror, watching
her own reflection as she began to frig herself. Trembling at the knees,
she lay down on the bed and drifted off, still using her fingers on
herself, dreaming that it was the young man that was doing it to her, and
hoping that by this time tomorrow, he would be.

   Nancy also lay trembling in bed, but with Patrick. This was the one she
told herself, though Patrick had already guessed what was in her mind. As
they caressed each other, they made their plans for Mrs Delaney. When it
was decided, they coupled fiercely, vowing to each other that nobody would
come between them. This was the test for Nancy, and she was still trembling
at the thought of the following night.

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