Phone rang early on Saturday morning; I was still asleep, it was my weekend off work and wanted a lay in. I wasn't going to answer it but when I looked at who was calling; it was my brother's home number. I answered the phone, "Hello," in a groggy morning voice.
It was my brother's wife Tracey. Tracey was twenty-two and an athlete, a four hundred meter runner. So having said that, you can visualise her physique, she's hot, so fucking hot. I still don't know to this day why she got married to my brother Graham.
Graham is thirty years old, not a brilliant body, not by any means. But he is well off, he's loaded, money coming out of his ears. His internet business took off four years ago and he's worth over three million. I can only think that's why Tracey is with him.
Me, well I'm twenty-five, my name is Stan and I'm single, I have a steady job as a mechanical engineer. Pays fairly well, but as with all jobs in that sort of category, can still do with more, money that is, who can't? Yes okay, my brother he can get by with less.
Back to the call, Tracey said, "Morning Stan, hope I didn't wake you? But Graham's been out a week and is not due back for at least another week from his business trip. I need a hand with setting up my new gym equipment. It arrived yesterday and I can't wait till Graham gets back. I really want to use it now. Please can you... please?"
Being a mechanical engineer, everyone thinks I'm the person for that kind of job.
She sounded over-joyed at getting her stuff, which my brother obviously paid for. I really wanted my lay in; she's never done me any favours. In fact, she's always sort of looked down at me and I've always thought of her as a stuck up toffee nosed money grabbing bitch.
They, Graham and Tracey were remodelling their house. I call it a house but it was more like a mansion. Five bedrooms, three bathrooms, large kitchen, a very large lounge, and they were adding more rooms at ground level. One was the gym, a second was a games room with a snooker table in the middle, not that either of them play the game or even knew the basic rules. And the other was to be a home cinema room, yeah a cinema room, come on! Who actually need's a home cinema room?
Also Tracey being the 'Oh so caring' person she was, not! Wanted a granny flat at the end of the garden, this was for her gran. And by-the-way Rose was not her real gran; Rose was a person she called gran, but was in fact her nanny. Rose brought up Tracey from a very young age and had remained good friends since.
Tracey wanted the flat for Rose so she could stay there on occasions. Rose was a nice enough lady, sixty-three years old and from the pictures she had shown me previously, she too seemed to be quite an active lady in her day. She was widowed and she came and went from her place, which was ten miles away from my brother's place to see Tracey whenever she felt like it. Hence the granny flat.
Back to the call, I was not in the mood, I said, "You know it's my weekend off."
And all she said was, "Please... Please... I'll be forever grateful... Please!"
I really didn't like her! But thought if she tells Graham that I didn't help her, well... I didn't want to fall out with my brother. Which would have led to falling out with mum... dad... well you know.
I sighed deeply and ever the gentleman, I said, "Yes okay, I'll be round in an hour or so."
She said, "Thank you, oh and don't be earlier than that, I'm going for a jog and that will take me an hour itself."
I thought great, just what I didn't need this weekend, to be putting a home gym together, brilliant, and it wasn't even for me.
I closed my eyes and thought I'd grab a quick few minutes of snooze time. I can get to their place in ten minutes in my car.
Then a noise woke me up and I looked at the clock, shit I must have dozed off for longer than I wanted. I shot up and went to wash my face, very quickly threw on some clothes and shot out of my flat. I got to their place and rang the bell. No one answered; I rang it again and looked at my watch. I was sure I was sort of on time. I rang it again and stood back, just then I heard Tracey, "Hi Stan."
She was huffing a bit; looked like she had just returned from her jog. That figure was a sight for sore eyes; it always sent boundless signals to a male cock. She looked so fit, her taut abs showed through from between the pink shorts and her pink top she just about had on to cover her tits.
She said, "Have you just got here?"
I raised my eyes very quickly from her stomach to her face and said, "Yes... well ten minutes ago actually."
She still jogged on the spot and said, "I did say I was going to be out. Never mind, we're both here now."
She reached into a back pocket or something in her very tight shorts and got out a key. She opened the door and went through. I followed her and closed the door. She said, "Here, it's in through here."
I followed her into a room, no door, she said, "We're still waiting for the carpenter to come and hang some of the doors."
There were six pieces of equipment that needed to be put together. She asked, "You okay with that lot? If you need any tools there's some in the other room, the cinema room, it's not finished yet either."
I looked at it all, around eight boxes on the floor and a couple leant against the wall. Opposite that wall was a mirrored wall, from floor to ceiling and from one side to the other. I scratched my head and said, "Yeah, sure, I'll get started."
She came up to me and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Thanks', would you like a coffee or something?"
She did not usually give me a kiss, I was surprised and a bit shocked, but I was not going to complain. I suppose it was for helping put that lot together. I said, "Yes, a coffee please."
I got unpacking and she went off to make me a coffee. I got a box unpacked and looked at the instructions, seemed like most of that one was already put together, just needed to be swivelled into the right place and bolts tightened. Ten minutes later she returned with my coffee.
She gave me the mug and said, "I'm off for a quick shower, you okay here?"
I took the mug from her, my eyes fell to her stomach, to her hard defined abs. She looked so 'Fuckable.' I had to fight my cock from rising and embarrassing me; even if I say so myself, my nine-incher would be noticeable if it were to stand in my jeans.
She must have noticed me looking down and for some reason she came up close and hugged me tight. Pressed her hips hard against mine and my cock started to rise, I almost spilt the coffee as I pulled my hips back. She let go and said, "Thank you," and as she let go to turn and walk away she winked at me.
She'd never been that nice; got me worried! But I carried on with the task at hand.
She walked off and her arse looked amazing as she did. I took a sip of coffee and put the mug down to continue with putting her equipment together. Just then, through an open window I heard a car go past, I looked through and saw it go down to the other end of a small drive, to the granny flat.
I saw Rose get out and go into the flat, I thought of going over, to say hi. But then thought I'd do that later, after I had put the gym equipment together. I could hear the power shower upstairs as I worked. It had been half an hour or so and I still was not even half way through. I didn't know how she wanted it all laid out - So left things in random positions as I put them together.
Tracey came down, holy fuck, she wore a very short thin dress, I could see her nipples poke through it, she asked, "How you getting on?"
