There are absolutely no characters under the age of 18. All sexual acts take place between adults over the age of 18 years.
Jack and Phoebe 6
Saturday morning in the Sullivan house was a busy affair, Jack's mum knocked loudly twice on his door before bursting in and starting to collect his washing from the floor.
"Cover yourself up, dear" she said, barely glancing at Jack's naked form on the bed, as Jack suddenly and rudely awoken, scrambled to cover up his morning erection, "just because I've seen it all before, doesn't mean I want to see it again!"
Jack's mum laughed as she picked up a pair of his dirty boxer shorts and a rank sock from under his desk, both of which she held away from her face in the very tips of her fingers before all but throwing them into the washing bag she was dragging about.
"Mum!" shouted Jack, finally awake enough to put up a defence, "can't this wait?"
"You complain every Saturday, but if you want a clean uniform on Monday it has to be in the washing machine this morning, the drier this afternoon and on the ironing board tomorrow," she replied without looking at him, "besides, your dad said he was coming with me to the shops this morning and I want to get this done before he changes his mind."
Jack pulled the duvet over his head and tried his hardest to will himself dead.
Finally, he heard his door shut as his mother left his room, no doubt to terrorise Maggie, so Jack could roll out of bed and get dressed. He pulled on his lounging about trousers and a clean t-shirt and set off downstairs to get some breakfast, he found Maggie already sitting in the living room curled up on the sofa eating some toast whilst watching a show on Netflix.
"You should watch this Jack, it's really good, Sally was right," she said between mouthfuls of toast.
"Will do," he replied as he headed into the kitchen.
"Dad ate all the leftover pizza last night, I already checked," Maggie shouted after him.
Slightly disappointed, Jack set about making himself some toast and a cup of tea, and when they were ready carried it into the living room. Maggie had somehow managed to arrange her small frame in the centre of the sofa so as to deny him a seat, so Jack sat in one of the armchairs that faced the sofa on the other side of the coffee table. He started to eat his breakfast, and tried to make sense of the show they were watching. It was obviously several episodes in, and Jack had no idea what was happening, who any of the characters were and he was not even certain he knew the name of it, so his mind began to wander as did his gaze. He glanced over at Maggie, absorbed in her TV show, sitting in the middle of the sofa with her legs drawn up to her chin. Her legs were spread and she was giving Jack a perfect view of her knicker-clad pussy. He looked back to the TV, but every few moments his eyes were drawn back to between her legs, he could not help himself.
Eventually, Jack finished his tea, he stood and took his plate and cup into the kitchen and headed back upstairs. He was just going back into his bedroom when his mum caught him and announced that she and his dad were off out and they would be back after lunch. She also asked him to take the washing out of the machine and put it in the drier and to load the dishwasher. He agreed and headed into his room.
Maggie's TV show ended just as her mum came down the stairs followed a minute later by her dad. Her mum told her that she and her dad were going out shopping and would be back after lunch, and asked her to make hers and Jack's lunch and then peel some potatoes and carrots ready for Sunday lunch tomorrow. Maggie agreed and said goodbye as they walked out of the door.
She debated whether to watch another episode of her show or to go upstairs and see what Jack was up to, and although she wanted to watch more, she decided she would pop upstairs for a minute and see her twin. She walked up the stairs and heard Jack peeing in the bathroom. She stood on the landing for a moment unsure of what to do, but when she heard the toilet flush she had a brilliant idea for revenge for the fright Jack gave her last night. She dashed into his room and secreted herself under his bed, she was going to wait for him to come in and then scare him like he scared her.
Jack washed his hands and returned to his room. After he shut the door he pulled down his trousers and sat down in front of his computer. Jack opened up his browser and found the tab with the first video, he clicked play and started to stroke his soft cock. It did not take very long for him to become fully hard as the girl on his screen started to suck the huge cock of the bloke. She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, as was Jack. He opened his desk draw and pulled out a little bottle and squirted a small amount of liquid on his hand before going back to stroking his cock. Now slick, his strokes were accompanied by a wet squelching sound, Jack pushed his chair back slightly and continued to stroke himself.
Maggie was just preparing to jump out from under the bed when Jack yanked his trousers down and started watching porn. She put her hand over her mouth to keep herself silent. She had no idea what to do, should she wait for him to finish and hopefully leave or should she pop out now? She could not think straight. She watched as he lubed his hand up, and then when he pushed back from the desk he gave her a perfect line of sight to his crotch and what he was doing. Her mind was racing, part of her, the part that was mortified, wanted to leave, get out of there no matter the embarrassment, the other part, the part that was starting to become aroused, wanted to stay and watch like she had done earlier in the week, like she had wanted to do last night.
"Oh Maggie!" Jack moaned, almost inaudibly.
Jack felt himself approaching release, he grabbed tissue from the box on his desk and increased the speed of his strokes. With a grunt he ejaculated, catching his cum in the wad of tissues in his left hand, his body arching up from the chair slightly. As he relaxed, he stopped the video playing and he tossed the tissues into the bin. Standing up he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked his trousers from around his ankles, and, whilst wrapping his towel around his waist, headed out of his room.
Maggie waited until she heard the bathroom door close before she rolled out from under the bed and tiptoed out of Jack's room and into hers. She shut her door quietly behind herself and threw herself onto the bed.
Aria stood at the front door waiting patiently for it to be answered. Finally, the door was opened by a pleasant looking woman a little older than Aria's mum.
"Hello?" said the woman, a kind smile on her face.
"Hi, Mrs Chaplin!" began Aria, "I'm Aria, a friend of Tom's and I was wondering if he was about."
"Oh, of course!" replied Tom's mother, "Tom!"
Tom appeared behind his mother, with a smile that disappeared when he saw who was standing on the other side of the door.
"You're friend is here," said Tom's mother, "why don't you go into the front room."
"Come in," said Tom, through his teeth, indicating for Aria to follow him.
Tom led Aria into the living room and closed the room's door behind her.
"What do you want?" he hissed, "I'm doing everything you asked!"
"Oh dear, Tommy," Aria replied, "it seems someone has forgotten the rules."
Tom's face went red with frustration. Aria placed her small back pack on the coffee table, whilst making sure to keep eye contact with Tom.
"Unless you want me to open my bag, and find some interesting way of punishing you right here and now," she paused to let Tom imagine what she might have in her bag, "and unless you can guarantee that you won't make so much noise that mummy will come running and find her precious little Tommy being fucked up the arse, no doubt with your cock all nice and hard. Then, start again and do it properly."
Tom stared at her, his hands balled into fists and his teeth clenched.
"What can I do for you, Mistress?" he spat.
"That's better Tommy, much better." she replied as she sat down in one of the armchairs and put her feet up on the coffee table.
She reached for her bag and opened it on her lap, from it she pulled a pair of GoPro cameras.
"I thought that I would give you some help, so I brought you these," she said holding the cameras up, "they're easy to use and can be hidden fairly easily, and best of all it will stream to my phone."
She turned on one of the cameras and held it up next to her phone, which displayed a picture of Tom's face and then the rest of the room as she spun the camera around.
