Gangbanged

The topic started as it normally did with too much to drink and his friends boasting about conquests real and imaginary. Despite what Martin heard, he imagined that most of the bragging was more wishful thinking rather than anything any of them had managed to accomplish. It was also only time he knew before the conversation would invariably turn to his sister Glenda. In reality, she was not his sister, not even his stepsister. Eighteen months older than he was, he had been adopted by her parents as a youngster when Glenda's mother found she could not have any more children due to complications during that first pregnancy.

He had no idea who his real parents were, but his adoptive mum and dad had always treated him as their son, even if his mother could be a bit stand-offish at times.

All of his mates had the hots for Glenda, but that was only because they did not know her or have to live with her. In their eyes, she was a gorgeous creature, blonde-haired, perfect figure and desirable breasts. Each of them wanted to date her or better still, get her into bed, but Martin just didn't get it. As far as he was concerned, she was the most self-centred, vindictive, prick-teasing bitch he had ever met.

At home and growing up, family life had given him all the normality he could have wished for, but sometimes he got the impression that Glenda was their mother's favourite. She was always given preferential treatment and could get away with anything, able to twist their parents around her little finger. Mum would always believe whatever Glenda told her and it was only his father that tended to take his side. Although, as Martin got older, he realised that his dad was perhaps hen-pecked and dominated by his wife and daughter.

He had tuned out of the conversation, something he always did when the subject turned to his sister. As he caught the odd comment, he decided to have a bit of fun and perhaps make some money on the side.

'Listen, boys, listen. Does anyone fancy a bet? I'm giving good odds.' The noise of their conversation subsided as they all looked in his direction.

'A bet on what?' Bobby asked. Martin knew he would be the one to ask the question.

'Well, as you all seem infatuated with my sister and think you stand a chance. If you get her into bed in the next ten months, I'll give everyone that manages it, fifty pounds.

'If on the other hand, by New Year's Day, you haven't managed it. You give me twenty pounds each. I can't say fairer than that boys.' Simon laughed at his own brilliance.

There was a clamour as each of his mates took the bet, all of them convinced that they could get his sister into the sack in that amount of time and expressing their intentions.

Martin laughed to himself, this was going to be easy money. He caught the warning glance from the landlord as their corner became a little too boisterous, telling his mates to quieten it down as he went and bought the next round.

His friends he knew, had an insurmountable problem. Glenda!

Mum and dad had never stopped his friends from visiting provided they behaved and didn't get overly rowdy. It was Glenda. The moment they appeared she went out of her way to be provocative and flirtatious. She would change, putting on clothes that displayed more of her body than modesty dictated. She would sit on their laps and wriggle her bottom, knowing full well that she was igniting erections as she blew them kisses, ruffled their hair and seemingly promised them that they had every chance with her.

But at the end of the day, Glenda never gave out, especially not to his friends at least. She was no virgin, having slept with several different partners. She liked to brag about them to Martin, her preference as far as he could see, was for married men. She liked men who would buy her presents but were not a threat because of their wives and families back at home. In that way, she could dump them when she became bored and they went silently, afraid to make a fuss.

Martin wasn't bothered by what she got up to or what his mates thought they were going to get from her. By the time he was eighteen, he just treated her with disdain, knowing that it annoyed the hell out of her because she could never get the better of him. The more she tried to provoke him, the more he ignored her. While mum and dad were around, he was always well mannered and polite, passing comments that he knew his parents would see as brotherly affection and telling Glenda how nice she looked. But alone and especially when she managed to piss him off, he would just call her "The slag".

He'd left school at sixteen and got an apprenticeship as an electrician. One day at college and four days of "on the job" training meant he would be qualified in another twelve months or so and his wage would almost double and give him the freedom he was now looking forward to.

Just lately, Glenda had not been getting her own way as much. That was because Martin had decided to get his own back by targeting their mother. Whenever his parents were around, he went out of his way to be sociable and helpful. He would pass comments to his mother about a particular dress she wore or tell her how nice she looked when she had her hair done.

He knew that he was a good-looking lad, never having trouble picking up girls, and so when he was alone with his mum, he had started flirting with her and paying her compliments, hopefully becoming the son that she had never managed to have. He had told her one day, that he could see where Glenda got her looks from, watching as his mother preened.

'Two can play this game,' he thought to himself. If he could get his mother on his side, Glenda would have no one to turn to.

Over the Christmas period just gone, his mother had got slightly drunk during the day and he offered to help with the dishes after their meal, drying as she washed. He was tipsy also and only saw it as a bit of fun when he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, kissed the top of her head and whispered in her ear, 'If only you weren't my mum.'

She had gone crimson and laughed, but what she hadn't done was tell him off.

He was not inclined to do anything else. 'Yes,' she was a good-looking woman who probably looked like her daughter when she was younger, but that was as far as it went, his only motive was to get her on his side and piss Glenda off.

His mother and father owned a holiday home along the coast, situated on a large static caravan site that overlooked the bay. As spring arrived, they would take off every Friday evening and spend the weekend there. He and Glenda when they were kids, would accompany them, but nowadays, they were left to their own devices and allowed to decide whether they went or not.

Martin had been bored one Saturday and had caught the bus across to their holiday home. He wasn't planning on staying over but would just have the day with his parents and then catch the bus back and meet his mates in the pub later that evening. Dad had nipped out to get some wine when he arrived, his mother sunning herself on one of the loungers out on their decking. Getting himself a cold drink, he sat near her, looking at the old-fashioned swimsuit she wore. Glancing up at him, his mother noticed the look on his face.

'What,' she asked quizzically.

'I'm sorry mum, but don't you think that's a bit fuddy-duddy,' he said, indicating her attire. From the look on her face, it was easy to see she had taken his comment as a criticism.

'You've still got a good figure, good enough to wear a bikini. You should get yourself one,' he said, watching as she went red again.

'Martin, behave! But thank you, that's a nice thing to say,' she said with a giggle, suddenly smiling and preening once more as she realised, he was complimenting her. His father was just returning as Martin inwardly grinned, 'A few more brownie points,' he thought to himself.

He spent the afternoon with them before catching the bus back home, grabbed some fish and chips for tea, and then went upstairs for his bath before going out to meet up with his mates. The bathroom was presently occupied by Glenda and he'd had to wait, lying on his bed until she had finished, and the bathroom was free. He heard the bath empty and then a couple of minutes later, the bathroom door started to open as he got from his bed and grabbed his towel. Perhaps she hadn't heard him come upstairs because as he left his room he was presented with a view of his sister's naked rear end, the towel she was holding only covering her front as she headed for her bedroom.

'Is your bottom getting bigger?' He asked sarcastically, Glenda spinning around suddenly, looking embarrassed and angry as she tried to pull the towel around her. He laughed loudly as he went into the bathroom, hearing her calling after him.

'Fuck off, you prick. Go fuck yourself.'

He knew he would not get away with that as he soaked himself in the bath. He was in no rush and luxuriated in the hot water, his eyes closed as he hummed a tune. He was sure Glenda would be thinking of some way of getting her own back and he didn't have long to wait. He had never bothered locking the bathroom door, ever, and sure enough, within twenty minutes, Glenda appeared as she put the lid down on the loo and produced a nail file and nail polish.

'Is the water getting cooler yet?' She asked with a sarcastic smirk.

It was obvious that she intended to sit there as the water got colder and he needed to get out. Washing his hair and then soaping himself, he lay back and closed his eyes, imagining his last girlfriend and the things they got up to. It had the desired effect as he felt his cock start to thicken. When he was satisfied, he pushed himself upright and climbed from the bath, his sister's eyes locking onto his shaft as the nail polish brush poised in mid-air. Walking past her, he grabbed his towel off the hot rail and began to dry himself but made no move to cover his nudity as she continued to stare at him.

'Would you like a picture?' He finally asked, which seemed to break the spell as she grabbed her bits and pieces and darted from the room.

Martin knew that Glenda would now be out to cause trouble, she did not like anyone getting the better of her and after being caught out by him twice, she would be looking for revenge. With the weekend finished, his mother pulled him to one side after their tea on Monday evening.

'Glenda said that you flashed at her on Saturday,' she began.

'I'm sorry mum,' he interrupted her, 'But it was hardly a flash. I was trying to have my bath when for some reason she came into the bathroom and decided to do her nails there.

'I asked her to hand me a towel, but she refused and eventually, the water got too cold and I had to get out. Anyway, she's not my type, I prefer my woman older and a little more mature.'

The look he gave his mother left her in no doubt as to what he may mean as she suddenly became embarrassed. 'Don't worry Martin, I'll have a word with her,' she said, beating a hasty exit.

He could have howled, once again Glenda had not got her way, she must be seething he thought, hardly able to contain his laughter. As he made his way up to his room later to get changed, she scowled at him as he passed her bedroom, Martin treating her to a sweet smile in return.

Wednesday, he got a surprise. It was the day he normally arrived home before the others because he had been at college. Having just got in, he heard his mother call down to him.

'Can you come up for a minute Martin?'

Going up to her bedroom he knocked, stunned as he entered to find his mother stood in front of her full-length mirror wearing a gold and black bikini.

'What do you think?' She asked as she swivelled one way and then the other.

All he could do for a moment was gawp, 'You look stunning,' he stammered when he finally managed to find his voice. And she did, she looked incredibly fit. Martin had never realised what a great body his mother had.

'My bottom doesn't look too big?' She asked as she turned and gave him a look at her posterior.

'Honestly, mum, you look gorgeous, good enough to eat,' he replied. And then she suddenly became embarrassed, grabbing a robe and covering herself, but not before he noticed her eyes staring at his groin and the bulge that was developing there.

Looking back, something had subtly changed. Martin did not know what it was, he just sensed that there had been a shift in the family hierarchy. His mother seemed to act differently towards him and even Glenda was presently keeping her distance. That wasn't to say she acted any differently when his friends were there, but it was fun to watch them getting nowhere fast. She had stopped coming to his room for the moment, usually to deliver some snide remark, or because his mates were there and she wanted to tease them, getting them flustered and aroused before disappearing with a satisfied smile on her face. Martin could never remember a time when she tried to take an interest in him, she had always treated him as an interloper, someone who was there to steal her parent's attention and affections.

There were changes afoot, but it was nearly two months later that they came to a head and surprisingly, they did not include Glenda.

His father had caught one of those summer colds and wasn't feeling up to visiting their holiday home this coming weekend. Martin had no idea why he volunteered, at the back of his mind it was to stay in his mother's good books and to get one over on Glenda as usual.

'Let dad stay here mum and I'll come over with you. Just so long as you let me drive,' he offered.

He had been taking lessons but was still to pass his test, the journey with him driving would be good practice. His mother was delighted, she looked forward to the weekends by the coast and the prospect of missing out this week had put her in a bit of a mood. He packed a few things into a holdall and put it to one side, ready for their departure on Friday evening. He'd expected a comment from Glenda, but presently she was pre-occupied with another new fella.

It must be at least five years since he and his mother had been out alone, unaccompanied by either his father or sister. Yes, there were times they were in the house together, but this was the first time in ages that they were out together. He concentrated on his driving, receiving praise on how well he was doing as his mother chatted gaily throughout their journey. It was only a forty-minute drive, shorter than his driving lessons, but he was still pleased when he pulled up outside the caravan, both of them unscathed. While his mother opened windows, letting fresh air in, he took the cases from the car, putting his mothers in her bedroom and dropping his holdall in his room. It was mid-evening and neither of them wanted to do much, so he accompanied her to the site shop to pick up meals for the weekend and got two bottles of wine which he paid for out of his own money despite her protestations. They spent the rest of the evening watching tv until she retired, kissing his cheek as she said goodnight.

Martin was still feeling fidgety and decided to take a stroll along the beach, the sound of the breaking waves and the slight breeze emptying his mind of all thoughts before he returned, made sure everything was locked up and took to his bed.

The next morning, he was up early, the sound of gulls and the first few people beginning to move around waking him from his sleep. Pulling the curtains back, it promised to be a nice day outside by the look of it as he climbed into a t-shirt and shorts and went to take a shower. He could hear his mum up and about as he dried himself off and once out of the bathroom, he offered to set up the breakfast table while she showered.

With breakfast finished she announced she was going to change before doing a little bit of sunbathing for a few hours. Martin hadn't planned on doing anything much, 'Perhaps he might go and explore,' he thought, changing his mind when his mother appeared in her new bikini. Outside and laying on the loungers, he again couldn't get over how good she looked as she applied oil to her arms, shoulders, midriff and legs. As the day warmed up, he asked if she wanted a glass of wine, fetching the bottle and two glasses as they chatted, and he continued to pay her compliments and make her laugh. This should get him nearly a year's worth of brownie points, he decided as he cast occasional glances in her direction. They had emptied the first bottle and had made a good start on the second.

Whilst his mother made them some lunch, he nipped to the shop and bought another couple of bottles, at the rate they were going through the first two, they would need replacements. They ate outside, polishing off more drinks before Martin decided he had better ease up, the wine was going to his head, probably because he drank it at the same rate, he drank a pint of beer.

With his bladder complaining, he got up and went to the loo, it was a tiny cubicle inside the van, awkward because the door opened outwards into the corridor and so you had to shuffle around to get in and out of it. As he flushed and came out of the toilet, his mum was waiting, the resulting shuffling back and forth ending up with her pressed tightly against him.

Martin could feel her groin pressed tightly against his own, her breasts pressing firmly against his chest and unable to stop himself as he looked down at his mother's tits. They bulged from her bikini top as they squashed against him, creating a very enticing cleavage of tanned flesh. He could do nothing to stop it and there was no way she could mistake what was happening down below as his cock began to thicken and expand until there was a raging boner pressing against her belly and mound. What surprised him was that she did not attempt to extricate herself as he glanced downwards again, watching as her breasts rose and fell rapidly. It further increased the throbbing down below as his eyes went to her face. He tried to look her in the eye, but he found himself looking at her lips, her mouth partially open. They looked plump, seductive and enticing, seemingly coming nearer and then stopping short. It was as though he was transfixed as he leant forward and kissed them. He had expected his mother to jerk her head away, so was surprised as her hands came up and cradled his face, her fingers smoothing his hair as she kissed him back, their mouths twisting together as the kiss became erotic.

Martin was several inches taller than she was and with his back pressed firmly against the wall, he opened his legs slightly, sliding down so that they became the same height as his hands grasped her buttocks and forcibly pulled her mound against his throbbing shaft.

Madge hadn't intended this to happen she kept telling herself as she pressed her fanny harder against her son's erection. She knew she had been hard on him over the years, she'd have been happy to have settled for the one baby, but it was her husband who had wanted a son. She had found it hard to feel the same affection for him that she had for her daughter, but this last year she had grown fonder of him, enticed by his charm. She loved the little compliments he paid her, making her feel like a desirable woman and especially his remark about, 'Older, mature women and if only she wasn't his mother.' It had suddenly awakened something in her, coupled with the look on his face when he had first seen her in a bikini and the effect that it had on him, it had made her wonder if she could ever pluck up the courage to do something about it. She wondered if he'd had this in mind when he had offered to escort her away this weekend and was partly the reason that she decided to pack her new bikini. With their mouths still locked together, she had tried to moan as she felt one hand move from her buttocks, travelling over her hips and waist as it moved upwards, Madge knowing full well where it was heading.