Family secrets. Every family has them, it seems.
I am Phoebe. I'm twenty two years old. I was an only child and I would describe myself as quite shy and maybe a bit immature. I am married to Brad, we married two years ago and he was the only man I had ever had sex with. Brad is twenty six.
Brad and I are not wealthy, so for now we have decided to wait to have children until our finances improve. We live in a small house, just two bedrooms and a neat little garden out the back. Brad's parents live in the same street, just three doors away. At first I was a bit worried living so close to his parents, John and Olivia, but they weren't too intrusive.
His mother Olivia is the bossy one. In fact Brad seems to come from a family of dominant women. His two sisters are both very strong willed. His father John is very quiet and laid back. Sometimes at family occasions he is so quiet you don't even notice he is there. Despite his mother's strong personality I get on very well with both his parents and they've always been really kind to me.
This was very true when I lost my job at the local bakery store when it closed down in April last year. I had worked there since I was sixteen, part time on Saturdays at first then full time. It was the only job I had ever had.
The store closed on a Friday afternoon, for the last time. On Sunday we went for lunch with Brad's parents. We usually alternate our Sundays between Brad's parents and mine, who live the other side of town.
Sunday lunch also included Brad's sisters, their husbands and children, so was always a noisy occasion. Brad's father took me aside as we sat in the garden after lunch.
"I was sorry to hear about your job. Let me know if I can help with anything," John offered.
I was really touched by his sensitivity.
"I will. Thank you. I'm going to tackle a few jobs around the house and garden, especially while the summer's coming. I'll probably find a job. I'm going to be positive," I said.
"Well good luck. I'll keep my eye out for any jobs."
John is a bus driver. At forty six he is quite fit for his age. Slim. Not a hint of fat. Receding hair certainly but otherwise in good shape.
Not that I am in any position to judge men. Like I said I have only ever had sex with one man in my entire life. Brad. I am very inexperienced and immature when it comes to sex. My only vice is to read porn literature sites. One day I discovered Brad had been looking at these in secret and I started. Now when I get some time alone I like to read erotic fiction and masturbate.
As far as I know, Brad doesn't know that I know he looks at these sites and he doesn't know that I look at them too. As far as I know. Still we have a good healthy loving sex life.
Anyway we had Sunday lunch at Brad's parents house. That evening at home we talked about what I could do at home in terms of decorating. I mentioned that his dad had offered to help.
"That's good of dad. He's so thoughtful," whispered Brad.
On Monday I did loads of tidying up. I really took to the tasks in a dedicated way, wanting to use my time well and also perhaps to prove my usefulness.
On Tuesday afternoon I was surprised by a knock on the front door. It was John, my father in law, on his way home from work. I made him a drink and we chatted for a while. I told him of my plans. He said he had every Thursday off so would be happy to come round then.
On Thursday he came round just after ten AM. We decided the biggest job was decorating the second bedroom and agreed to work on that together. So for the next couple of weeks John would call by after work two or three times a week and also all day on Thursday. We stripped off the old wallpaper , moved the furniture out and ripped up the old carpet and set about decorating. When the weather improved we would work on the garden.
He also spent time with me on the computer looking for jobs and offered to help upgrade my resume.
"Made and sold cakes to old ladies for five years! That's my work experience," I joked when he mentioned my resume.
"Well I'm sure we can be creative!" he laughed.
As the days passed the weather also improved. When not cleaning and decorating I would work in the garden, topping up my tan. Sometimes I just simply sat back and sunbathed. I also spent a bit of time each day on the computer looking at erotic fiction sites. Always this would end up in a masturbation session.
One sunny Monday morning I was upstairs on my bed, completely naked, with my fingers plunging in and out of my soaking pussy. I was hot, sweaty and feeling particularly dirty, having read a really good story. I squeezed my tits as I rubbed my cunt.
My pleasure was disturbed by a knock on the front door. My initial feeling was to ignore it and hope whoever was there would give up and go away. I was close to cumming and in no mood to stop now.
The person knocked again.
"Phoebe! It's me, John. Are you in?" my father in law called out.
"Damn!"
I quickly put on a bikini top and a loose flared thigh length skirt and ran downstairs. I didn't put on any panties.
"John, sorry! Putting some clothes away. Sorry. I wasn't expecting you today."
"No I know. I'm sorry I should have called. I was supposed to be playing golf today but my friend is unwell so I thought well we could crack on with the bedroom."
"Oh well...."
"It's ok if you don't want to."
"No it's just that it's such a lovely day it seems a shame to be inside. I was thinking of tackling the garden shed. It needs painting, but also clearing out," I explained.
"Well let's do that then," he said, pulling off his shirt to reveal his bare chest. He was wearing a pair of shorts.
We spent the next two hours shifting loads of junk from the shed. It was hot, hard work, and we still hadn't got halfway through all the stuff. We must have looked a sight. John in just shorts. Me in a bikini top and short skirt. Both wearing thick gardening gloves as we picked away at all the rubbish.
We needed a rest and sat down on two recliners in the garden. I brought out some ice cold beers.
"If I'd known you were coming I'd have made some cakes. Next time. Thursday?" I suggested.
"Actually, I am playing golf on Thursday. For definite this time. With Mandy. You don't mind?"
"No. No. Of course not." Mandy was Brad's eldest sister. Thirty two. I got on well with her.
"Tell you what. Can you play golf?" he asked.
"Not for a while, but I used to be quite good."
"Why don't you come along. It'll be fun. In truth Mandy does go on a bit about her job so I would enjoy the extra pair of ears," he laughed.
"If you don't mind. It would be nice to get out. I feel a bit trapped these days."
We sat in silence for a while. I felt that our chores may well be done for a while. I went to fetch a book and sat down to read. Shortly after I realized John had fallen asleep.
As I read my mind drifted back to what I had been doing when John first arrived. I glanced over to him and checked he was still sleeping. I slipped my hand up my skirt and began to play with myself. I carried on for a few minutes but then I stopped. I looked at John and felt a bit stupid. What if he catches me? Dirty girl. I rolled over and lay on my stomach.
Again my mind wandered. I waited a while then slipped my bikini top off. I lay on my front for about half an hour. Feeling brave I then turned over onto my back, exposing my small but pert breasts. John was still asleep. I sat up and returned to reading my book.
After another twenty minutes, John woke up. He sat up a bit and made a couple of strange grunting noises.
"Nice sleep?" I laughed, not making any attempt to cover my naked breasts.
"Umm...ugh..err..yes..."
He cleared his throat then looked around.
"How long was I asleep for?" he asked.
Before I could answer he looked towards me and I could see in his eyes as he realized I was topless.
This put me off a bit and I began to lose my nerve.
"Oh...err...about an....hour...I...think," I mumbled.
"Oh."
We continued to sit, still not saying much. I shifted my book up, so it covered some of my chest. John tried not to look at my breasts whenever he spoke to me, which made me even more self conscious. I realized I had been playing a game and was now out of my depth.
John stood up to walk inside to get more drinks.
"Beer?" he asked.
I nodded. As he passed me I noticed a bulge in his shorts. Once he was out of view I quickly put my bikini top back on. We drank our beers then returned to spend another hour attacking the mess in the shed. No mention was made of my little display earlier although in truth it was all I could think about. John went home at about four.
We met up for golf on Thursday and I was thrilled to beat both John and Mandy.
"We must do this again. Great fun!" declared Mandy.
On Friday afternoon John and I cleared out the shed and set to work painting it, inside and out. The weather was still great and we also had a chance to relax in the sunshine but I kept my tits firmly inside my bikini top.
However, when I was alone I discovered all I needed to do was think of my father in law's eyes staring at my naked breasts and I could have a fantastic orgasm. I decided maybe I should let him see them again.....
We all met up on Sunday for lunch at Brad's parents house. John and I were happy to bask in glory as Brad told everyone how good the spare bedroom looked and the continuing improvements in the shed.
On Monday I once again found myself alone and naked. This time however I was alone and naked in the back garden. I had started to do some more painting in the shed and was wearing just a bikini. Totally unsuitable clothing for painting! Anyway my mind drifted and I felt horny. So I stripped and lay out on the lounger in the garden.
I was enjoying a good leisurely wank and didn't hear the knock on the front door. I did hear my father in law's voice calling my name over the garden gate.
"Phoebe! It's John again! Are you there?"
Not again, I thought.
Thankfully he couldn't see me.
I quickly put my bikini top on and walked around the side of the house to open the gate.
"Phoebe, good news. One of the cooks at the cafe at the bus station is leaving. I had a word with the boss and gave him your name. I hope you don't mind. He seems very interested. He'll call you," he told me.
"Wow, thanks John."
"It's Monday to Friday 7AM till noon. Should be ok?"
"That would be amazing. Thank you."
I put my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek and then he turned to leave. He had to go back to work. He had rushed back here just to tell me the news. Bless!
After he had left I began to have doubts about showing my tits in front of him. It wouldn't be fair. He's such a nice man, why tease him? It just isn't me. I'm not some slut. I'm not like that. I decided that my previous display had just been a mad moment, caused by the sun and the beer.
On Thursday John came around about half past ten in the morning. We worked on putting up some new shelves in the shed for an hour or two before stopping for lunch. This time I had made some cakes and we also had some beer. It was hot and thirsty work again.
After lunch we decided to relax on the recliners for a while. John took off his shirt and I went upstairs and changed into a bikini. I came back down and we talked for a while. I told him that I had an interview at his bus station on Monday morning.
"It'll be strange seeing you working there," he laughed.
Soon we settled down to relax and enjoy the sun. I expected John to go to sleep. I lay on my stomach and after a while I decided to slip off my bikini top. We lay in silence for nearly an hour.
For a reason I can't explain I was beginning to feel horny. I was thinking about the previous time, when John had woken up and seen my tits. Although I had decided not to repeat that, I was beginning to feel adventurous.
Taking a deep breath I rolled over onto my back. I sat up and started to put sun cream on my legs. I saw John glancing over at me occasionally. I rubbed cream over my sides and stomach then on my naked chest.
"Do you want help with that?" John said, laughing.
"That's just the sort of thing Brad would say," I replied.
"I thought so. I can just imagine my son saying that."
Silence.
For about a minute, silence.
"Trouble is, when Brad would say that it always ends up with us...you know...." I smiled.
More silence.
