The next day, I got up late and went downstairs to find the house empty. There was a note on the kitchen table saying he had gone into town and there was some money in the jar, and to get something to eat if I was going out. Don’t be late, it ended with a kiss. I went to the jar and pulled out a five pound note, wow, I stuck it in my pocket, grabbed some breakfast and headed out to meet my friends. It was tea time again by the time I got home and his car was outside so I went in and he was in the kitchen again, “thought we would have a fry up, had a good day?” he asked. I told him what I had been doing and he said we should eat and we better watch the video as it had to be back the next day. I helped wash up and he told me to go and get cleaned up while he put everything away.``How’s the knee by the way?” he asked and I stood by the door and looked down at it and could feel myself blushing when I thought about the Savlon. “Much better” I said and ran upstairs, had a quick bath and went into my room to look for some clean things to put on. It was warm so I pulled out a skirt and top, brushed my hair and went back down. “You look nice” he said and took a big bottle of Coke out of the fridge and gestured to me, if I wanted some and took two glasses out of the cupboard and filled them and put the bottle back.``I think your mum’s going to ring up in a bit to see how you are doing, listen out for the phone will you, I’m going to get washed myself”, and he left me in the kitchen and went upstairs. I went in the lounge and turned the telly on and settled down and about half an hour later the phone rang in the hall. It was mum and she asked how we were getting on and I told her everything was fine and uncle Brian was upstairs getting washed. We had a chat and said she would ring the next day and I went back and watched the telly. About ten minutes later, the phone rang again and I jumped up and answered it expecting it to be mum again but a man answered me. “Is Brian there” he asked and “you must be Sammy?” “yes' ' I said. “Brian’s told me all about you, is he there? '' Hang on a minute, I’ll give him a call”, and I shouted up the stairs and he came down and took the phone off me. When he finished he came in the lounge, “That’s a friend of mine, we worked together in Germany, he’s been living in Amsterdam and popped over to see me, you'll like him, he’s a nice bloke” and pushed the cassette in the machine and we sat down to watch the film. It was a Ghostbusters and it was great but not long after it started, the doorbell rang and Brian got up and came back in with another man. “This is Jim '' said Brian and he stepped forward and handed Brian a carrier bag and came over to me and gave me a hug saying, “hello Sammy, aren’t you lovely? " and holding my hand he spun me around and they both laughed. “Come and sit down Jim, what’s in the bag?” “A bit of duty free for you mate, ” and Brian pulled out a couple of bottles and put them on the sideboard and pulled a box out and screwed the bag up. “What’s this Jim” he said, holding the box. “That’s not for you mate, treated myself to a new camera while I was there, I’ll show it to you later, it's a cracker.” Brian put the box down and went in the kitchen and came back with a bottle of coke and another glass and picked ours up off the floor. “Might as well crack it open then” and he poured Jim some coke and opened one of the bottles. “My favorite, Vodka, ” and topped the glass up and then Jims. “What about Sammy? '' asked Jim, and Brian looked at me, and when I didn’t say anything he topped mine up as well. “We all used to drink and smoke when we were kids, didn’t we? '' he laughed and Brian agreed and handed the glasses out. Brian sat down on the other end of the sofa and patted the cushion for me to join them. I sat between the two of them while they caught up on things, listening and sipping my drink as the two of them recalled times they had together in Berlin. Brian had stopped the video and by the time they finished and got up again and filled our glasses, it was getting quite late. Jim was asking me about school and boyfriends and teasing me and leant forward and picked up the video box. “Not one of those naughty ones is it.” “No, ” said Brian, we were watching Ghostbusters, ” and I asked if we could watch the rest. “Getting a bit late”, he replied and I looked disappointed. “Tell you what, go and get ready for bed and we’ll watch the rest and then you can hop straight into bed. So I jumped up and wobbled a bit and made my way upstairs feeling quite giggly. I got changed and put my dressing gown on and steadied myself on the stairs and saw Brian wasn’t in the lounge so I went into the kitchen and bumped into the table. Brian was getting another bottle of Coke out the fridge and said, “careful Sam, here, take this in and he handed a glass, “give it to Jim will you, ” and I turned around and promptly bumped back into the doorframe and slopped the drink straight down my front. Brian came over and took the glass, putting it on the table and turned me around, "Look at this mess, take it off and I’ll put it in the wash”, as he undid the belt and slipped it off my shoulders and rolled it up next to the glass on the table. He put an arm around my waist and led me into the lounge and dumped me back on the sofa next to Jim. “Look after her, Jim, will you while I clear this up”, and went back through the door. Jim brushed the hair out of my face and was laughing and saying things, turning in the seat to face me. He started to sympathise and put his hand on my thigh and rubbed it as he continued to smooth my hair back. I sat there in my nightie and he started to say how pretty I was and isn’t this beautiful, toying with the strap on my shoulder. I lent back and he carried on rubbing my leg and slipped the strap of my shoulder saying how soft I felt. Brian came back in and sat on the other side. “She is lovely Jim” and he stroked my arm and slipped the other strap off. The room was spinning a bit and I didn’t even notice that not long after, the nightie was almost down to my waist and Jim was gently rubbing my chest. “I think she would be more comfortable lying down, Jim” and Jim agreed as Brian stood up in front of me and lifted me under the armpits into a standing position and simply bent down with one arm behind my knees lifted me off the floor and laid me across the sofa with legs draped over Jim’s legs. Brian lifted my head and shoulders and slipped in underneath and rested the top half of my body on his lap. I hadn’t even noticed that the nightie had slipped all the way down and had been left behind on the floor. Jim was stroking my legs and Brian had my head cradled in one hand, his other hand started playing with my nipple and he stretched one out saying, “she loves having these lovely little titties played with, don't you Sam” and stretched the other rolling it around in his thumb and finger. I looked up at him smiling down at me and leant down and said, “I bet you would like a bit more cream, wouldn’t you”. I don’t remember answering him as he turned to Jim and said, “ you got that tube Jim, and Jim lifted one leg up and Brian took hold of my ankle as Jim lifted the other one and passed it up in the air to Brian. He held my legs, one in each hand and shifted along the sofa so that my head dropped onto the cushion and spread my legs wide open above me. The next thing I knew was the cold feeling of something being spread on my pussy and Jim started spreading it gently all over before I felt him part my lips and squirt the cold cream right inside and traced his fingers up and down and right under and circled it around my bottom. It seemed to go on forever and I started to squirm around as his fingers slid deeper between my lips and he pushed gently on my bottom. One of his fingers was wiggling right inside and his thumb was pushing on my bottom before he took his hand away and I felt another lot of cold cream being smeared around my bottom and one finger started playing with my clitoris and his thumb pushed harder and I could feel it gradually go right in my bottom and fingers tickling in my pussy as well. I opened my eyes and Brian was leaning right over me between my legs and talking to Jim, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying and really focus on his face, as Jim continued exploring deeper inside and Brian bent my legs right down so that my feet were almost on the cushion. I must have had a load of orgasms before he took his hand away and took my ankles off Brian and put my feet on the sofa with my legs wide open as they continued talking to each other while I lay getting my breath back. I felt Brian get up and I could hear them talking somewhere like over in the kitchen, but after that I don’t remember anything until the morning. I woke up in my bed, naked with a thick head and my mouth was really dry. I got up and looked for something to wear but my dressing gown wasn’t there so I got a jumper out of the drawers and went into the bathroom and then downstairs. I looked in the kitchen and then the lounge but nobody was there. My nightie was on the back of the sofa so I picked it up and went upstairs but no one was there either.I got dressed and went down for some cereal and a cup of tea and went back upstairs to lie down. A while later I heard a noise downstairs so I went down, Brian was in the kitchen with a couple of bags of shopping. He told me to help him put it away and said we should clean up a bit and while he filled the sink he told me to go and tidy the lounge. I puffed up the cushions and took the empty glasses into the kitchen and went back and fetched the bottles, box and carrier bag and put them on the kitchen table. Brian looked over and told me to put the full bottle in the cupboard and chuck the rest in the bin. I asked him what I should do with the box and he said throw it away, it’s empty, and I took it all out and chucked it in the dustbin. He finished clearing up and told me he had to go out again and if I wanted to watch the rest of the video, I could do that because he had to take it back at tea time. I curled up on the sofa and watched it and fell asleep. Brian came back in and popped out with the video and made a quick meal and went down the shop. I sat and watched the TV while he was out and mum rang and talked for a while and said they would be home soon. I said good night and went back to bed, still feeling pretty rough. They all came back the next night and mum said her sister wasn’t too good and their son was coming to stay with us for a while. I hadn’t met him before, but mum said that he was a nice boy, but with Paul coming home soon, so the lad would have to share my room with me, and they were sure I wouldn’t mind, and we all had to pull out weight and help out. I didn’t really like the thought of not having my room to myself, it was quite large but I had a nice big bed, not like you get now, but an old fashioned 4’ 6” one and she said we would have to share unless we could find another way to accommodate everyone. Brian seemed quite amused when he found out and a few days later he went to the station and picked the boy up. They came back and mum gave him a big hug and introduced him to me in the hallway. He was Gerrald and said he liked to be called Gerry and looked a bit shy at first but he was older than me and quite tall. Mum took his cases and they all went upstairs and crowded into my room and mum put them on the bed and told me to clear a couple of drawers and a bit of room in the wardrobe and left us to sort things out. I was a bit shy now, he was much bigger than me and when he saw the bed he asked which side he was going to go. I said I thought mum said we could sleep top to tail but he just shrugged and started moving my things aside and emptying his cases. He jumped on the bed and tested the mattress bouncing up and down and laid down. I just looked and wondered how this was going to work when mum called us and he took the empty bags downstairs and we all sat down to dinner. Daddy saw I wasn’t looking very happy and took me to one side after dinner and told me I had to buck up and we all had to help, and to remember that Gerry’s mum was really ill and not to make problems. When it got to bed time, we both got sent upstairs and I sat on the bed wondering what to do when Gerry came in and we made a bit of awkward conversation, he told me he was twelve and at secondary school and what sort of music I liked and things like that and eventually said we better get ready for bed. He went into the bathroom and came back and pulled his jamas out of the drawer and started to get undressed. I didn’t know what to do so I went to the bathroom and took my nightie and when I got back he was sitting up in bed and I pulled the covers back at the bottom of the bed and reached for a pillow and climbed in. He pulled the cord and turned the light off saying it had been a long day and settled down. I couldn’t sleep, his feet kept kicking me every time he turned over and he pulled the duvet up and left me half covered and after ages I had to crawl up to the other end with my pillow and I tried to get to sleep right on the edge of the bed. In the morning daddy told me to take Gerry out and show him around and in the afternoon, Brian took him out in his car and bought him a few things and later that night Gerry started to make himself at home and got quite playful but after a few days I realised that I wasn’t going to have much privacy. The first time he walked in on me while I was getting dressed, he just came in and sat on the bed and watched me. I only had my knickers on and tried to turn my back to him while I pulled my trousers on and then realised my top was still on the bed and I tried to cover myself and almost lean over him to reach it. He didn’t try to help, he just watched me and then watched me as I pulled it over my head and I could see he was staring at my breasts and I was blushing. That night, I was in bed first when he came in and he just got changed in the room and I tried to look away but he wandered around in his pants, sorting things out, and then just took them off and stood by the bed and put his pajamas on. I couldn’t help but see him, and his penis was quite long and not hanging down but almost standing out and he made no attempt to hide it. He did that a few times and then one night, he stood there and just said that he knew I was looking at him and he pulled at the duvet. I looked over and it was now sticking right out and he said, “I bet you want to touch it, don’t you?" and reached over and pulled my arm over and put my hand on it. It was smooth and stiff with a few hairs around the top and he told me to hold it. He said the girls at home do, and still holding my wrist, he patted my hand on it until I wrapped my fingers around it and then he moved my hand up and down and told me to keep doing it. It got really hard and was pointing right up and he pushed his hips forward and told me to do it faster until he shot a load of stuff right across the bed. I kept hold of it and could feel it throbbing until it started to go softer and he stepped back, wiped it on his pants and put his jamas on and got into bed and switched the light off. I lay there for a while thinking about it and turned over and went to sleep. Gerry used to go out with Brian a lot and they seemed to get on really well. I’m sure Brian must have said things to him about me, because he didn’t really test the ground, he just did things, unless that is how boys are at that age. Anyway, after that, he got me to hold it again a few times. Usually in the morning while we were still in bed when he would reach over for my hand and put it on his thing which was sticking out of his jamas. One night though, he pushed the duvet down, I was facing away from him on my side, when he rolled me over onto my back and said he wanted a look at me. He pulled my nightie up and told me to lift my bum up, and brought it right up to my chin, as he leaned over and started looking at my breasts and touching them. He said something about his girlfriend’s were bigger but my nipples were a lot longer as he played with them before sitting up and pushing my knees apart, he put his head down between my legs. He used one hand to part my lips while he looked carefully before flicking up and down with his other fingers. He said he bet that I did that all the time and reached for my hand and shoved it between my legs and told me to show him. I started rubbing it as he watched and before long he sat back up and lay on his back and told me to sit up. He had his penis in one hand sticking up and told me to kiss it. I sort of bent forward and he pushed my head down with his other hand and told me to lick it and pushed harder until it went between my lips, and he told me to keep licking, pushing my head down while still holding it himself. It was only a few seconds before he exploded in my mouth and I tried to lift my head with the shock, but he pushed harder, grunting as he kept pumping and pushing my head down. After a while he gave out a big sigh and told me that he bet I liked doing that, and it would make my tits grow, and let go, and I sat up and climbed over him and went to the bathroom. It was all over my face and I washed and cleaned my teeth and climbed back into bed. I don’t remember getting into too much trouble or any more spankings like that for quite a while. Brian seemed quite happy to stay with us and rent his house out, and he had a job locally with some sort of engineering firm.He used to like walking in on me in the bath and liked so “soap me up”, as he used to call it, and one day, when the house was empty, he was waiting for me as I came out of the bathroom and followed me into my room. I had a towel wrapped around me and he sat on the side of the bed and stood me in front of him and took the towel off and pulled me up to him and started sucking my nipples and holding them in his teeth and stretching them out. It was getting me all tingly again when he stood up and lifted me up, sat me on the edge of the bed, pushed me back, lifted my legs right up and held them wide open over me. He knelt on the floor and put his head between my legs and started licking me and grazing his teeth up and down my pussy and pushing his tongue right inside until it was just too much, and I clamped my legs on his head and just writhed around as held me and wouldn’t stop. Eventually I relaxed and he stood up and pulled me back up into a sitting position and unzipped his jeans and took his thing out. I had never seen it before and it was huge, sticking straight out and he took my hand and wrapped it around it and put his hands behind my head and pulled me forward until it was brushing against my lips as he told me to open my mouth and he started to put the end in like I did for Gerry. I didn’t know what to do but he took his time and gently rocked my head as I felt it over my tongue and him moving it around. He pulled it back a bit and then pulled my head nearer and kept doing it until it went further into my mouth and almost made me gag before repeating it over and over. He had let go with one hand and with the other he gripped my breast and was squeezing it really hard and pulling me into him with it until he groaned and pulled it out and squirted sticky white stuff all over my face and rubbed the end all over my lips and cheeks. It was dripping down my front onto my lap and he pushed the end back into my mouth and rocked my head back and forth again until he finally stopped. It was all wet and salty and he stepped back and put it back in his jeans and held my head up looking down at me smiling and saying I was a good girl and to go back in the bathroom and clean up and get downstairs as the others would be back soon.For the next week the house was really busy with Simon and Gary back from the camp and I was relieved when Brian finally went back up to Scotland to join the rig, taking Gerry back to his home on the way.
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