Apothecary 4

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

This is a continuation of my Apothecary series, reading the previous stories will give useful context.

I got back to the hotel after seeing Sue back home at around five to eleven, just before the Receptionist's end of shift. I smiled at her as I walked through the front doors and into reception. There was a guy walking around behind her.

"Are you all done?" She asked him.

"Yes," he said, "I'll just go to the main office, you can get off Mels." He replied and walked off out of sight.

The receptionist came through the side door and greeted me.

"You came back," she said.

"Yes, of course."

"Joe can be a gossip though."

"Joe?"

"He's my night relief, he stays manning the desk, although in reality he tends to sleep just out of sight."

"Okay, shall I have a word with him, see if I can get him to ignore your comings and goings."

"Ha, as if you could," she said.

I put a finger to my lips as if to say hush and ushered to stand out of site of the reception desk.

"Joe," I called.

The guy came back and I thrust my hand forward as if to shake his hand. He gripped my hand and I thought my Fluence. 'You won't notice anything Mels does or where she goes this evening.' That should do it. 'Now go back to where you were before I called you.'

Joe turned without a word and disappeared from view again. I turned to Mels.

"Mels is your name?" I asked her.

"Yes, Melanie Cooper."

"Right Melanie Cooper, would you like to walk down this corridor here with me?"

She nodded and opened the glass fire door, and I followed her to my room. I flashed my card at the sensor and the room door unlocked. Mels pushed and we both walked in. She turned to me and facing me she removed the gap between us, her body pressed against mine, my dick pressing into her stomach.

The ring was doing its business, or was it me, was I changed, was I able to influence other people just with my mind? I stepped back so that I wasn't touching her.

'Take all your clothes off,' I thought as I looked at her. Her name tag said MELS, if only I had been more observant earlier. But I was being observant right now, she pulled her jacket off and laid it on the armchair by the bed, she unbuttoned her blouse, added it the chair, and then her bra. Her boobs were not that big, but they weren't hanging down her chest either.

Her skirt came next, and then her tights, my God, who the hell still wears tights, and then her knickers, her bush still flattened from being pressed back under her tights and knickers. Her crease was small and tight, nothing peeping out, just a crease below her navel that went underneath her.

'Walk into the corridor shutting the door behind you.'

That would be a test of my powers, I doubted very much that she would be in the habit of walking naked down corridors in her hotel. She stepped out of the hotel room into the corridor, the door clicked to behind her. I gave her a minute and then opened the door; she came back into the room.

"God, what is the matter with me?" She asked, "how stupid can anyone be to walk out of a hotel room naked?"

"And, may I add, beautifully naked," I said as I took her hand and led her to the bed.

"Are you not a little over dressed?" She said looking at me still fully clothed.

"Well, yes I guess I am, would you like to do something about that?"

She undid the buttons on my shirt one at a time, and then pulled its tails from my trousers waist. She turned me round and pulled the shirt off my back and dropped it on the floor. Standing behind me she put her arms around my waist and undid my belt and then my trousers. She griped the waist of both my trousers and underpants and pulled them down, bending her knees until she was almost kneeling on the floor. She tapped my right ankle, I lifted it, and my right leg was free, she did the same with my left and then I was naked. I turned around and my dick was at face level. She opened her mouth.

Her mouth was hot and her tongue was wet. Her tongue played with my foreskin, pushing into the wrinkle of skin at the end, pressing against my glans. My dick twitched as she moved her tongue around my rim, the sensations deep and almost overwhelming, it was all I could do to control my gasps.

She held my balls in her hand, squeezing, almost too much, the pleasure only just outweighed the pain. She pulled my foreskin fully back, straining it and she gently bit my glans before sucking and licking again. She had my pleasures flowing fully and after a few minutes she pulled back, my dick feeling cold after the heat of her mouth had left.

I pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the bed, turning her so that she was on her knees and forearms. I knelt between her legs and looked down at her arse, her crinkle pulsing and just below, the plump lips of her fanny, glistening and quivering. I pressed my dick over her fourchette and between her fanny lips sliding along her wet valley before pulling back and pushing.

Slowly my dick parted her fanny walls and passed through her entrance and into her depths, Mels gasping as she took my girth, I was sure my dick was getting bigger, it certainly felt that way. As I pushed in my foreskin rolled back onto my shat, my rim scraping her fanny walls, over her ripples and over her bumps before reaching her depth.

Her buttocks were pushed apart as I pressed forward, my meat fully encased in her fanny, my balls hanging between her thighs. I pulled back until my dick was almost out and then pushed in hard, a crack of a slap echoing around the hotel room and accompanied by her loud gasp as I bottomed out.

"Fuck" she gasped quietly.

I pulled back and without a pause, slammed into her fanny again. Faster and harder I fucked her, her gasps becoming almost continuous, the slaps sounding like applause at a concert, her fanny tightening and squeezing my dick. I couldn't see her eyes, but her fingers were scrunching into the bed.

My balls began to tingle and I had that little pain in the root of my dick, you know the one, the painful yet wonderful one. I pressed in as hard as I could and held it there, and my dick spurted, and again, and again. I grunted with pleasure and Mels screeched, her orgasm spasming her muscles, squeezing my dick hard, spunk oozing out of her fanny alongside my dick and dripping onto the bed.

She was asleep when dawn broke, I got up and quietly dressed and headed out, unlocking the main door and not disturbing Joe as I left. I called an uber from the car park and then when I got home, the sun was fully up and Mum was in the kitchen.

"Hello love," she said, "I guess a good night if you are only getting home now?"

"Yes Mum," I said embracing her and kissing her forehead, "a very good night. I am going to get my head down for an hour or so Mum, okay?"

"Yes love, that will be fine. Your Dad'll be gone soon, so the house will be quiet enough."

"Thanks Mum."

I went upstairs, I would have a shower when I woke up and Dad was gone. I stripped off and dropped my shirt and underpants near the door, ready to go into the laundry and got into bed and shut my eyes.

I guess I slept for around three hours and awoke to the noise of chattering coming from downstairs. I put some jogging shorts and a polo shirt on and went downstairs.

"Oh, look who has finally surfaced," my sister Lorraine said as I walked in.

As I walked past her, I touched her shoulder 'you want me so badly' I thought, feeling that I needed to reinforce it with Lorraine, we have always bickered and I didn't trust my thoughts without the touch.

'you won't be troubled what the children do' I thought as I embraced Mum.

"Well good morning to you sister" I said, "and how is that boyfriend of yours? Is he working yet?"

Lorraine looked pained, "no," she said, "he is still looking."

"Oh well," I added, "at least you will come home from work to a cooked meal, that must help things."

"He can't cook, I don't let him in the kitchen, his is a culinary disaster. He can destroy a ready meal." I smiled and shrugged and added a thought 'you need to get rid of him, he is taking advantage.'

"Right, I am off to the supermarket," Mum said, "Waitrose first and then Aldi on the way back."

"Okay Mum," I said, "I'll just chat with Lorraine for a bit."

I finished making myself a cup of tea and sat down at the kitchen table with Lorraine.

"So," I asked, "how are things really?"

"Not bad I suppose, it would have helped if Greg did more around the house, or at least got a job, but, well, I think our time is done."

"Done? As in, bye bye Greg?"

"I think so," she paused, "he's not contributing a lot, and to be honest he isn't that brilliant at the other reason for having a live in boyfriend."

"Oh?"

"No, he's pretty crap in bed, I mean his dick is big enough, it's just that his idea of foreplay is to spit on the end of his dick."

I laughed, so much so that I had to put my cup of tea down. "Goodness, well, none of my girlfriends have anything to complain about in that department."

"No?"

"Goodness no, do you want me to give you same names and you can ask them for yourself? Not that it applies to you of course. You're my sister, not my girlfriend."

She looked at me in an odd sort of way and then asked, "who would know?"

"Who would know what Lorraine?"

"If we fucked and you gave me the proof of your words. I mean, are you really as good as you think you are? I doubt it."

"Well, we would know, and anyway, who cares if anyone knows, I fuck who I want and they always come back for more."

"Is that because you didn't please them enough the first time?"

"Ha bloody ha sis."

She stood up and looked at me, "Come on then," she said, "prove it." She turned and headed out of the kitchen and I followed her upstairs to my room. I watched as she flung the quilt off the bed and then turned and undid the catch at the back of her dress, and shimmied it down and stepped out of it.

"Nice undies," I said, and they were too, pale blue, and matching which I thought unusual, matching undies were normally, in my experience, reserved for date night. I pulled my polo shirt off and pushed my joggers down, my dick springing up as they were freed.

"Nice dick," she said, "does it just look good, or does it have anything to offer?" She asked as she stepped out of her knickers, her fanny sporting a small landing strip, her mons pronounced and her inner lips protruding from her plump outer lips.

I walked to her, put my arms on her shoulder, turned her, and walked her backwards until she bumped into my bed. A small push and she fell backwards, feet on the floor, knees bent and the rest of her flat on the bed. I knelt between her ankles, leant forwards, and blew along the crease of her fanny. She shivered.

I kissed her fanny at the top, by the dimple holding her clitoris, pressed my tongue in and slid my mouth down her crease, her labia folding and curling around my tongue as it moved.

"Good God," Lorraine gasped as my fingers found and circled her fanny, slowly edging her entrance, pressing slightly in and then easing back, my tongue working her valley and heading up to find her clitoris.

A touch of hardness amongst the soft and I had found her clitoris, pressing it with my tongue, flicking it and then gently gripping it with my teeth as my fingers pushed deeper inside her, passed her opening and deep into her body. A sharp intake of breath and then a gaps as her body arched back, and her fanny started pulsing around my fingers.

I released her clitoris and rotated my fingers inside her, widening and closing them as they moved, my tongue licking her clitoris, my little finger stretched back across her fourchette, along her perineum and touching her crinkle, Lorraine was gasping nonstop.

I began a finger shag, my fingernails sliding along her fanny walls, over her ridges and bumps, past her little internal scar, her juices flowing freely as my tongue lapped at her clitoris. Lorraine tensed, her fanny squeezing my fingers and then she screamed, her back arched, her fanny clamped hard on my fingers as her orgasm rolled through her.

Slowly her tensions left and she settled back onto the bed.

"Jesus Tim," she said almost breathlessly, "really? How do you do that?"

I hadn't used my Fluence, perhaps Greg was poor after all, and all had done is broken the dam. I climbed up onto the bed and Lorraine shuffled herself fully on to the mattress.

"I dunno Sis, that is pretty much what I do, I don't usually stick my dick in until my girlfriend has orgasmed. Sadly, sometimes, they don't want my dick after that."

"Do you force yourself then, you know if she doesn't want to?"

"God no, what do you take me for? I get pleasure when she orgasms, just not as much as if I do too."

She rolled over me and leant forward and kissed me, my sister, kissed me, crikey. She reached down, held my dick and rubbed it along her valley and then lined me up and as she sat back up, her fanny swallowed my dick, my foreskin sliding down and popping over my rim, freeing my glans.

"Oh God that feels good," she said, "you do have a nice dick bro."

"Thank you, and I have to say your fanny feels great and your boobs look pretty damn fab."

She rocked forward, my dick sliding almost out of her and then she settled back again, my dick pressing hard against her fanny wall. Faster and faster she rocked, I just lay and enjoyed being fucked, by my sister. Ha! Such payback for the years of disdain.

Lorraine started pressing down harder, her hands pushing on the mattress, her eyes staring at me yet unseeing, gaps from her mouth, she was close. I closed my eyes and pushed up as she was pushing down, my pleasures were in free flow and my pressures were peaking.

A small pain deep in my root told me what was coming and with a load grunt I thrust upwards and filled my sisters fanny with my spunk. She gasped loudly and her fanny clamped my dick and she shrieked her orgasm.

"Oh Jesus, fuck," she managed between gasps. "Why the fuck haven't we done this before, Jesus. Greg has to go, no second chance for him."

I smiled, we hadn't done this before because she simply treated me with at best disdain, at worst contempt. She got off me, my softening dick falling from her with a gurgle followed by a small flood of my spunk. I watched as her buttocks slid across each other as she padded to the bathroom, and I heard the shower.

I went into Mum and Dad's room and used their ensuite, Mum wouldn't mind, Dad wouldn't know. Satisfied that I was clean I towelled dry and went back into my room. Clean polo shirt, underpants and chinos.

"My God," Lorraine said as she walked naked back into my bedroom, "I thought I'd never stop dripping your gunk out of me." I smiled, most women in my experience take the shower head off and douche. I guess my sister has never heard off such a thing. I always thought her a slut, did she never wash her fanny?

I left her in the house waiting for Mum to return and I went out to the garage. I was looking at the Apothecary deciding what to do next when Mum pulled up on the drive in her car.

"Alright Tim?" She asked as she got out of the car.

"Yes, Mum fine, Lorraine is in the house somewhere. I am not sure what is happening between her and Greg."

"I never liked him, seems lazy to me." She said. She came into the garage and looked over the Apothecary, "Looking nice son, are you waxing it?"

"Yes Mum, I think so."

She walked closer and then turned and was only inches from me, leaning forward her lips brushed mine. I kissed her back, my tongue searching inside her mouth, her hands gently squeezing my side.

"It's a pity Lorraine is here," she said as she moved her hand and tweaked my dick through my chinos.

"We'll get plenty of time Mum," I said as I rubbed her fanny through her skirt.

Mum gasped and almost stumbled, I held on to her and then she composed herself.

"Right, I better get this shopping in from the car," she said.

I helped her carry the shopping into the kitchen and left her to chat with Lorraine, I had seen enough of my sister for one day.

"Tim," Mrs Jordan from over the road called from the end of our driveway.

"Oh, hello, Mrs J," I said.

"Goodness, no need to be so formal, Anita, please. Was that your Mum just then?"

"Yes Anita, she just got back from shopping, she is inside talking to my sister Lorraine who popped by this morning. She may be having boyfriend trouble, I think she wants to chat to Mum about it, I'm keeping well out of the way."

"Sounds sensible, come over, have a tea, we haven't really had a chance to chat, and Mr Jordan won't be home for hours."

Now, why do you suppose that she felt the need to say that? Anita is probably late forties, early fifties, always immaculately dressed even when gardening. I followed her over the road to her house and then into her kitchen. Their house was the same layout as ours, so I was quite familiar with what was where.

The kettle was boiling and she was busy fussing with teacups and saucers and a tea pot which she warmed under the hot tap. No mugs on sight here, very old school. I was sure that as she bent over I could see suspenders under her dress. Her shoes were black leather kitten heeled which she had slipped off whilst the kettle was boiling.

Tea made and brewing, she put a tray together, sugar, milk in a jug, teaspoons, and the tea pot. There was also a small plate with rich tea biscuits on. I had to smile, I imagined that this wasn't special just for me, I bet this was standard for when she wanted tea.

"Let us go through to the sitting room," she said.

"Would you like me to carry the tray?" I asked.

"Goodness, yes, that is kind," she said.

I picked up the tray and followed her to the font room. We call it the lounge, she calls I the sitting room. I wonder if she calls her conservatory an Orangery. She pulled a nest of tables out from the wall, "Put it on here Tim," she said, "and I can be mother."

I put the tray down and sat on the sofa and watched as she put two cups and saucers together and poured the tea.

"How do you like it Tim?" She asked.

"The Tea? Just milk please"

She added the milk to the tea and passed it across, poured milk into hers and added a spoon of sugar, stirring, and then tapped the drips off the spoon and placed it on her saucer before sitting next to me on the sofa. I was right, as she pressed against me I could feel the clasps on her suspender.

"And if I hadn't been talking about the tea, Tim, what would you have said?" Not slow in coming forward I thought.

"Oh, in what way Anita? I like girls, I like women, I don't have a regular partner at the moment, which is a shame I guess."

"I see, and the girls, ladies, how do you like them?"

"Oh gosh Anita, I don't know. I am attracted by femininity, you know, a dress not jeans, hair nicely done, and if it ever got to that, nice matching lingerie. And stockings, I never did like tights, but it is up to a woman as to what she wears, I wouldn't dream of dictating that kind of thing, goodness no."

I smiled, I still hadn't consciously used my Fluence and yet Anita was being forward if not flirty. She took a sip of her tea and then put the cup back on the saucer before turning to me.

"I cannot abide tights," she said, "simply cannot abide them. And they are so unflattering to look at."

I took a sip of my tea, it had a slight perfume to it, Lady Grey I wondered. I put my cup and saucer down and looked at her, her eyes following mine as I looked down her body, her breasts full, her stomach flat, and her going hidden mostly be the lay of her dress. I gently licked my lips.