My Brother went bankrupt and did a runner leaving me to sort out his wife and grown up daughters
Sorting out the sister in law and her daughters
Bertram my beloved brother was always a pain in the backside but when he inherited father’s title and estates he become intolerable.
It wasn’t as if I expected a life of idleness as a second son of a baron, I knew I had to forge a career but his condescending attitude was completely uncalled for.
Admittedly I was an after thought born thirteen years after Bertram but I had worked hard for my accommodation and such luxuries as I could amass. He served in the great war,
I, thank the lord, missed the great carnage but enjoyed the post war fun. Bertram married in 1912 aged only 22 and his rich american wife rattled out two female sprogs with remarkable rapidity, to my eye they had something of Thompson the gamekeeper about them but the son who followed looked exactly the same as my brother, and shared his obnoxious attitude
In 1928 he was ruined financially by the wall st crash. He called on me for help. I didn’t. Why should I? He never helped me with anything. I let him go bankrupt and he fled to Argentina of all places. Mother pleaded with me for help so I lent them my house in Bloomington Square into which Bertrams wife and three children managed to cram themselves while I stayed at an Hotel or my club
It was in the early 1930s that friction came into our relationship, My young lady at the time Mary Godolfin needed somewhere to live so could get married yet Mother and Bertram’s wife and children clung to my house in Bloomington Square like limpets
“They live rent free while we squeeze in here like sardines in a can,” Mary railed in frustration, “Why can’t they find their own place.”
“No money, where should they go, the workhouse.” I replied.
“They could get a job,” Mary suggested.
“What as, street walkers?” I suggested.
“Well why not, that sister in law could use a good shagging as could her stuck up daughters.” Mary explained.
“Mary!” I chided.
“Why not,” she exclaimed, “What else can they do, they are not going to marry anyone rich, unless you spend a fortune and get them onto the Debutant circuit.”
She was not wrong, “Tell them the free ride is over.” she insisted.
It was an uncomfortable interview with mother, the boy was away at school, Eton of course, the girls Flora and Clarissa were out shopping.
“I am sorry but Mary and I really need our house back," I said more firmly than I felt,” Time is passing and we wish to get married and start a family.
“Nonsense we have no room to spare,” Mother insisted not fully understanding what I felt.
Dana, Bertram’s wife was more sympathetic, “It is his house.” she explained but Mother pleaded “But John it’s your place to look after us.”
“No it’s Bertram’s,” Dana repllid, “He wasted his money and lost mine, he should pay.”
“No!” Mother retorted.
“We think Flora and Clarissa should get jobs and support you,” I suggested.
“No grand daughters of mine shall demean themselves by taking on paid employment,” Mother stormed.
“Oh god, we both know Jenkins the Game Keeper is their father,” Dana sighed, “Bertie is a bloody shirt lifter, when I needed relief it was either Jenkins or the hearth brush and Jenkins was marginally more passionate.”
Mother tried to look shocked but failed. “But what work can they do?"
“Shop assistants in a posh store, be a courtesan, walk the streets perhaps, be some old man’s muse,” I suggested.
“Muse, ha no body would tolerate those two,” Dana insisted, “Factory work is all they are fit for, or are you serious about them walking the streets.”
“Poor Clarissa is barely eighteen!” Mother insisted.
“What is that about me?” Clarissa asked as she walked in.
“Uncle John want’s you to walk the streets or become a courtesan,” Dana said bluntly.
“Really?” she replied, “Well at least I would get some fresh air not be stuck in here with this lot.”
“Clarissa!” Mother cried.
“Do you want to cock me uncle John?” she asked.
“Er, really it’s not.” I said.
“I’d like you to,” she said, “I’d like you to fuck me against the door frame for everyone to see.”
“Are you a virgin?” I asked.
“Good lord no, where on earth do you think we get money for clothes?” she said, “We sneak out at night and sell our bodies!”
“Really?” I queried.
“Of course not worse luck,” she said, “But I’m game if you are.”
“No John,” mother chided but I called Clarissa’s bluff, took her in my arms and kissed her mouth and she kissed back with equal passion.
“Do it,” Clarissa said as she reached under her short skirt and pushed her panties aside.
“Oh lord John your face,” Dana laughed, “She would eat you alive.
I lifted Clarissa under her arms, “Undo my fly,” I whispered.
Soft fingers scrabbled at my buttons and my cock sprang free and Clarissa guided it into her soft wet conch as I lowered her down onto my rock hard erection.
Mother fled the room screaming, Dana hovered nervously until she was sure Clarissa was not in pain and then just watched wistfully.
“Clarissa,” Flora shouted, “What are you doing?” as she came down from her room where she had put her shopping.
“Oh my good god!” she exclaimed as she saw Clarissa and I fucking, supported now by the door frame and lost in each other’s passion. “What is going on?”
“Uncle John intends to put you to work as prostitutes, and is sampling the merchandise,” Dana explained.
“Bloody hell why her not me!” Flora stormed, “I’m the oldest.”
“You can be next,” I offered.
“What about me then John?” Dana asked, “Or is that cheating on Mary?”
“It was her idea,” I admitted, “But just the girls.”
“Some rich pervert might pay to do your mother,” Dana suggested, “I’ll put an advert in the London Evening Argus, “Frigid old biddy needs a good shagging.”
“She probably does at that,” I conceded, and I shot my load deep in Clarissa.
I let her down to the ground.
“You can do me in my bed,” said Flora, “Come along.”
I barely had time to pull my trousers up before Flora took my hand and led me astray.
“I’ve been doing it with my boyfriend, he gives me money for clothes,” she said, “Is that a problem?”
“I think Clarissa has as well, she was no virgin,” I explained.
“You do still want to do it, only I’ve never done it in bed before.” she advised.
“Do you want to?” I asked.
“If it means we can stay here then yes,” she said, ”You can do it as often as you like if you’re nice to me.”
I slipped off my jacket, shoes, trousers and nearly everything else and slid between the sheets, she lofted her dress over her head and joined me, we kissed and then I rolled on top of her and she guided my member as I pressed upwards.
She was soft wet and heavenly I started to pleasure her with a slow rhythm and the as our passion increased Clarissa appeared, she threw off her dress and called, “Budge up,” and joined us her hot breath on my back as she slowly kissed her way down my spine until I could stand no more and gasped in ecstasy as I shot my load once more.
I rolled off Flora, the bed was large for a single but yet not a double and as I lay recovering the two sisters kissed passionately and began fingering each others spunk filled pussies.
“You can stay with us Uncle John,” Flora said quietly.
“Oh yes please,” Clarissa agreed. At some stage we all fell asleep like sardines in the tiny bed, happy well satisfied well oiled sardines and in the morning I woke with hands massaging my cock to life with two eager girls ready to ride it. Of course I obliged.
Next day I regaled the occurrences to Mary. Her reaction was not what I expected, she slapped my face called me something un repeatable and threw the engagement ring at me saying out engagement was over.
I was utterly shocked.
Mother of course was apoplectic, one might have thought she might have calmed down but no.
Dana however was more level headed, now the immediate prospect of being homeless had receded, “I was thinking,” she said, “Perhaps we could entice some well bred young men here with the promise of spending time with the girls,”
“Fucking them?” I suggested.
“Yes,” she replied, “And youn could catch them in the act and challenge them to a duel if they don’t offer marriage?”
“Good Lord, why not,” I agreed.
“And you know I said about putting your mother to work?” she said. I nodded, “Well Lord Ansolentone has offered seventy five guineas to fuck her from behind,”
“Good lord is he that enamored of her?” I queried.
“No he hates her guts,” she replied, “I said Thursday around two in the afternoon.”
“Gosh, how do we break the news,” I queried.
“I’ll do it,” Dana said, “And I’ll enjoy it.”
Well mother didn’t enjoy it, she came for me like a deranged Jersey Bull, or more correctly, cow.
“What is the meaning of this?” she demanded.
“Dana explained surely?” I replied.
“I am not a Courtesan!” she snapped.
“Lord Ansolenton does not actually want a courtesan, he just wants to fuck you from behind,” I explained, “He hates you, and father, probably hates me as well, but he has said seventy five guineas as long as you let him do as he desires, and wear a blue leather corset, stockings, high heeled shoes and nothing else.”
“You are mad,” she said.
“And first he will take luncheon which you will serve dressed in the corset and stockings, and allow him to finger you and do what ever he desires during the meal.
“The old fool will have a heart attack.” she said, “And where is the benefit to me?”
“You keep a roof over your head for a short while longer,” I said.
“Never,” she said.
Lord Ansolenton sent the Corset around next day, mother protested, so we waited until she went to bed and the girls pounced and had her nightdress off and had her laced into the corset with stockings on. Try as she might she couldn’t get to the knots on the laces so that was how she slept.
I spent the night at my club and did not return to the house until around lunch time on Thursday. Mother was absolutely furious, “John" she wailed “Help!" and I heard the bedroom door open and she started to come down the stairs
I noticed she was waddling awkwardly but suddenly realise she was naked apart from the corset and someone, Dana probably, had inserted a hearth brush handle into an orifice where such items are not generally inserted. Wrapping a ribbon around it to secure it to the blue leather corset. Her discomfort was caused by being tormented by the brush handle.
She staggered into the parlour and collapsed on the chaise longue, That’s when I realised her cries were more orgasmic than pain and she lay there like a great pink slug wailing like a stuck pig.
The next moment Lord Ansolenton arrived, Dana invited him and his valet in and he stepped into the parlour and promptly had a heart attack. Mother promptly fell off the chaise longue, the hearth brush handle broke off inside her and the Valet’s shocked wailing mingled with mother’s screams and his Lordships gurgles into a farmyard like caucophany.
I swiftly reakised action was needed so having recently had the Telephone installed I rang St Giles hospital where we had our medical insurance.
The Ambulance arrived in fifteen minutes, Dana should probably found some better clothing for mother but I believe she spent the time writing to a journalist friend of hers explaining Lord Ansolenton and mother had been having an assignation when she became injured.
I should add the broken handle was now in two parts, one had come out, the other had splintered and dug into mother so it could not be removed.
The Ambulance men were very good and swiftly loaded the patients into their Maudsley 30 cwt van and rushed off towards the Hospital while ringing the bell with extreme vigor.
“Oh my god,” I thought. I watched Dana rush out to post her letter, the girls went off to the hospital, cook went back to her cooking and went to help Lucy the housemaid clean up the mess.
“What on earth happened?” Lucy asked.
“You don’t want to know,” I explained.
“Well you aren’t fucking me,” she said.
“I reckon you would for five hundred pounds?” I suggested, “But no, save yourself for someone special.”
“No John, please not Lucy,” Dana said as she reappeared. She lifted her skirts and pushed down her underpants, “Do me if you ned relief.”
“Relief, I need a stiff drink,” I said, and then I realised Dana had clearly recently shaved down stairs, her pussy lips were absolutely bare and pristine, and moist.
“Well I need something and your mother broke my hearth brush so it’s down to you John,” she said.
I stood and put my arm around her and reached down, one. two then three finges slipped inside her, she moaned, I kissed her mouth.
“Come to bed,” she whispered.
“Come for me,” I replied as I gently wanked her.
“Ohhh John,” she moaned. It was the least I could do, and of course pretty soon I was rock hard and she had my fly undone and as she sat on the Chaise Longue she guided my member up inside her.
“Oh it’s been so long,” she moaned, and I found I could kiss her mouth and fuck her at the same time, it was really nice, we made love and I filled her with love juice.
“Gosh,” I exclaimed.
“Gosh, indeed, ,how did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked, “Oh don’t tell me, constant practice.”
“Yes, perhaps you would like to practice again later?” I ventured.
She was too old for my taste really, but we found a common interest in playing chess and the theatre and fucking obviously so we set to work marrying mother and the girls off, but that’s another story