(For readers outside Australia, a few notes: University = College. Colleges are the residential halls attached to Universities. Mobile = Cell Phone. We drive on the left side of the road so we drive on the right side of the car. Summer begins on December 1. Chips = potato crisps, unless they are hot and then they = French Fries. Bathers have different names even in Australia = togs = swimmers = board shorts for swimming. In Australia we wear thongs on our feet = flip flops. That is 'thongs' plural. 'Thong' could be one of those items of footwear but increasingly is also used for that item of underwear which has barely a string between the bum cheeks and a tiny triangle of cloth in front. We use metric measurements and Celsius for temperature.)
In 'Mr D and the Babysitter' I set the scene for this and other stores to come. This story picks up where the last one left off. I will start with a summary, but why not go back and read the whole story! The taboo/incest aspect will develop. Let me know what you think.
All persons in this story involved sexually are aged at least 18 years.
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My wife, Debbie, died in a tragic accident when we had only been married for two years. She was finally pregnant with what would have been our first child but her second. When we married she had a beautiful three year old daughter, Sarah, whose father had died when she was about one. So each other was all we had. The teenager, Rachel, from next door began caring for Sarah and spent a lot of time at our house over the next two years. When she graduated from secondary school, just after she turned eighteen, she came to live with us because her parents moved interstate to expand their business. So then all we had was the three of us, which is where this story begins. But just before the decision was made for Rachel to stay with me I had walked in on her one night and seen her almost naked. She saw my reaction and, after she moved in, we both confessed that we had been so aroused that night that we masturbated thinking about each other. The first morning when Rachel was living in our house that went a lot further, and we looked forward to 'so much more'.
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Rachel lifted herself off the bed and threw her short, thin cotton nighty on again. "Just in case Sarah is awake," she said. I was in bliss. We had just begun what promised to be an extraordinary connection. Watching Rachel's naked bum peeking out beneath the nighty as she left the room brought me to attention again - you know what I mean. If Sarah had woken then I couldn't walk out like this, so I went and had a tepid shower. Cold showers are a bit much really.
What had come up went down at least enough to be tucked inside jocks and jeans and covered with an oversize t-shirt. Just as well. When I entered the kitchen Sarah and Rachel were sitting up at the bench chattering away. Sarah was SO excited that Rachel was now living with us. She had missed her terribly during the past month when Rachel had been completing her exams then partying with friends to celebrate the end of 12 years of schooling.
Rachel would stay with us, we expected, while she went to University, but that did not start for nearly four months, so we would have plenty of time to all get to know each other better. Rachel had not wanted to stay in one of the University Colleges and staying with us was a solution which worked for her (now absent) parents, for Rachel, for Sarah and clearly now for me.
Just in case you are thinking that I was some old pervert, Rachel was eighteen and I had turned twenty four earlier that year. So our ages were not that different. But I had already been to University (an early starter because I skipped a couple of years on my way through school). I had graduated with a degree in IT not long after I had met Debbie, Sarah's mum. A friend and I established a personal home security business. I did the IT. He did the installations. That took off so well that we already had a few guys working for us and the bank balance was looking very healthy. What we offered was secure, top quality and at a price which gave excellent service and a great margin of profit for us.
It helped as well that Debbie had significant assets when we married. She was five years older than me and had some family money behind her. All that came to me, including the house where we lived. I didn't describe the house before but we have a nice plot of 2500 sqm. The house has the master bedroom, 2 lounge areas, large fully equipped kitchen, triple carport, my study and three other bedrooms. Sarah had one of those bedrooms and Rachel now had the bedroom on the other side of the bathroom which connected to both rooms. The other bedroom was set aside to be Rachel's study for when she went to Uni, so even though we were only three we sort of filled the house!
Outside there was lots of garden and more lawn than I could mow in my spare time. Perth has a great climate and everything grows well here, so I had someone come in every couple of weeks to keep all that under control, for what I could not do myself. And there was the pool, the spa alongside and the covered area. All surrounded by high fences. Our neighbours were mostly nice but I like privacy. I had also installed a full set of cameras inside and out to keep us safe.
The girls had both finished school for the year and so we all tossed around ideas of what we would do in the days ahead. Sarah, at seven years old (nearly eight), had the loudest voice but the alliances kept shifting. Getting hair and nails done had two votes against me. Going bowling had two votes against Sarah. The same with bushwalking, though Sarah did agree that if it wasn't TOO long and if I promised to carry her if she got tired then a short walk might be ok. The area around Perth has some fantastic walks and beautiful scenery, so I would make sure that happened sometime.
Getting ice-cream was, of course, three votes all, though that didn't actually count as an activity. In the end the other 'fully agreed' suggestion was the beach. Cottesloe beach has gentle waves at this time of year, soft sand, and the added bonus of great ice-cream nearby. While we had been discussing what to do I remade breakfast (my coffee and toast so generously made for me by Rachel that morning had been set aside as we tasted each other instead) and made sure that both Sarah and Rachel started the day with some sustenance.
The girls headed off to have brief showers, find their bathers, and get ready to go out. I cleaned up the dishes and frankly I was happy to have a moment to breathe and focus. Sarah had been chatting away blissfully unaware that Rachel was almost completely naked beside her in just a very thin short nighty. I was completely and deeply aware and my pulse was racing so I needed a moment to be calm before we headed out.
I packed a few essentials, sunscreen, a beach blanket and shade, Sarah's favourite beach ball and bucket of tools for making sand castles, and some drinks and chips. I found my bathers and was all packed and ready when the girls appeared. Sensibly they both had put other shorts and t-shirts on over their bathers. Thongs on their feet, hats on their heads we were ready to go!
