WARNING TO NEW READERS TO THE SERIES - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Whilst this is a stand-alone story some readers may recognise some of the characters from my submissions from a couple of years back entitled 'The Touch' which can still be found in the Novellas section of Literotica. Interested readers should start reading at NOVELS & NOVELLAS > The Touch> Chapter 1 -- Jamie's Story. These new tales were put together whilst I was recuperating after an operation and follow the fortunes of some of the characters a few years on.
Most, but not all chapters contain some sexually explicit sections and the story has a strong incest theme which some readers may find disturbing and might wish to cease reading now.....
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Part Two: THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
The rest of Christmas week seemed to fly past. My driving test was the second week of January and so I had booked some concentrated lessons with a professional driving instructor for four mornings of that week and another three the week of the test to get me up to standard. I had already taken and passed my theory test but kept making stupid little errors when out on the road and my instructor had not been happy with my taking the test until now. Cora had passed her test first time with only the minimum of lessons and so I came in for a lot of teasing about women drivers being better than men. In our case she did have a point, I had this gut feeling that I was going to be a crap driver all my life.......if I ever got through my driving test at all. It was strange, in most other things I was the practical one and Cora was the artist.
As always Cora was the quick study; she was the one who picked up everything really fast whilst I had to work at learning and success for me was always a frigging slog. Personally, I found being in a car with my sister bloody frightening, she drove much too fast for my liking, seemed to take every corner on two wheels and was constantly slamming on the brakes and skidding to a stop at traffic lights. If she drove me anywhere I tended to make the journey with my eyes closed or chattered inanely just to take my mind off the road.
Mother was a great support, she had taken her advanced driving course when she was in the army, had kept up her refreshers and was licenced to drive everything from a moped to a tank and so she was the one who gave us most of our lessons. Despite my lack of confidence, Dave Benson, my instructor, an ex-copper, reckoned that she had done a good job and was a little surprised with my less than perfect performance. I was just pissed off with myself and wanted to be able to get my wheels on the road. My lack of driving skills were to have a serious impact on our Christmas plans that year and to this day I still suffer feelings of guilt that I was responsible for some of the events that followed.
It was a full week. Both Cora and I had Sixth Form Discos at our respective schools that week and the other evenings were occupied with hanging out at friend's parties some of which we both went to. Being twins our friends were used to us being joined at the hip and doing stuff together more than an ordinary brother and sister.
My friend Mel from the army cadets had invited us to a hook-up party at his place as his parents were away but despite sending texts to half the teenage girls in Berkshire it still turned out to be a bit of a 'stud-party' with more guys than girls. Most of the boys were not really bothered as Mel had obtained a copious stock of beer and by ten o'clock most of the piss-heads in the group were already wasted with the rest well on the way to joining them.
I am not a particularly gregarious person. I don't like crowds of people and have an issue with others getting too personal and intimate too soon and so I am not really a party animal. If I am going to get trashed then I prefer to do it alone or with a small group of close buddies... "Drink furiously with the few rather than foolishly with the flock...." Uncle Ted had counselled me once. Cora didn't really drink at all but liked dancing and was a good socialiser.
Cora was a big sensation at the party, and from the time that we arrived was the centre of a lecherous collection of my mates all trying to get off with her. I wasn't particularly concerned as she was perfectly capable of looking after herself although I must admit that I did have some disturbing twinges of jealousy watching her flirting with other guys. She was the best looking girl in the house and every guy there was going to try to get into her knickers. I did keep a brotherly eye on who she was with. I didn't know all of Mel's friends and some that I did know I wouldn't trust with a pregnant goat and I suspected a few were loaded with tabs or worse. There had been one or two disturbing issues in the town during the summer with local boys getting hold of date rape drugs.
I guess that Cora and I were still a bit over protective of each other....and our 'Relaxation' activities took the urgency out of wanting an active sex life. Whilst most kids our age were shagging like demented rabbits, Cora did not seem interested in relationships and I was still waiting to break my duck. I guess that most of the things that I liked doing did not really throw me into the path of girls who were up for it. A couple of the girls at Army Cadets had made it very plain that they were interested in sharing my sleeping bag at camp that year.... But they were mates.... And you don't shag your mates.
My sister looked great, 100% better than any of the other girls that had turned up. She had been shopping with Mother and had bought a couple of new party outfits for Christmas and was wearing a mauve satin mini-dress with tiny string shoulder-straps and a pleated waist. A careful voyeur might catch a flash of matching mauve silk knickers. I knew they were there and had even pressed the tip of my finger again the silky softness of her camels-toe indentation when she teased me with a quick glimpse before leaving home. Her long slim legs were clad in sexy, dark self-supporting stockings and her dress sandals were black patent matching her small clutch bag which had been in my jacket pocket since we arrived. Mum had spent an hour pinned her hair up and to my eye she looked sensational like she had just stepped off a catwalk.
I guess that I looked my usual slightly rumpled self in beige jeans and a white denim shirt beneath the same rather wrinkly black linen jacket that I had been wearing all that summer, a fashion icon I was not.
I had my own problems. Mel's sister, Frankie, was home from university and had come to the party and I spent the earlier part of the evening darting from room to room trying to avoid her as Mel had said she was keen to hook up with me again. I had not seen her for a couple of years since our one-off blind date and had almost forgotten about her... but she had not forgotten about me. I had not run into her recently but she had gained a reputation as a man-eater, she was rumoured to have had more pricks than a pin-cushion.
She had not changed a lot except that the long blonde hair that I remembered was now cut into a short layered style. Her figure was still impressive, she had a small waist and round firm hips above Junoesque thighs which looked as if they could break a guy's back without effort. I remembered that she had been a county class hockey player once. Most of those girls were dykes and I was a little disappointed that Frankie appeared to still be interested in boys and this boy in particular. Her most impressive feature was her tits, which were like huge melons with large nipples that protruded through her bra and top and seemed to dominate the room, the eyes of every guy that passed her were drawn to her chest.
"Hi...ya....James," I had let my attention wander and she had sneaked up behind me and grabbed my arm... "You probably don't remember me..."
"Yes....yes, I do," I mumbled politely. "How are you Frankie...long time no see..."
