Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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This is porn parody. Original is "The Mystery of the Burnt Cottage - The Five Find-Outers 1" - detective book of Enid Blyton.
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FIRE IN THE COTTAGE
It happened in the evening, in mid-April. The clock struck half past ten. The small town of Peterswood was plunged into darkness. From afar I could hear a dog barking. Eighteen-year-old Larry Dakin stood by the window in his pajamas and enjoyed a gentle blowjob performed by his stepsister Daisy - she was also already eighteen. The girl carefully pushed herself onto the penis, puffing and gurgling. With every movement of his sister's tongue and lips, Larry twitched and trembled, dying of pleasure. He was already close to the finish line when he suddenly saw a pillar of flame. It was burning somewhere in the western part of the city.
- Daisy! - Larry shouted to his sister. - Look, the glow!
Out of surprise, my sister jerked and the penis jumped out of her small mouth. Larry shrank with delight and, against his will, began to cover Daisy's cute face with sperm - she barely had time to close her eyes.
- What is this, a fire? - she whispered in delight, licking her lips and squeezing out one eye. - And how great it burns! - With these words, the girl collected some sperm from her cheeks with her fingers and sent it into her mouth.
- Let's get dressed and run! - Larry decided immediately. Daisy didn't even have time to wash herself, she just hurriedly put slippers on her bare feet, and Larry ran out in slippers, barely able to fit his penis in his pajama pants.
It was fortunate that the parents had just gone on a visit and could not interfere. Not only running out into the street, but also everything else.
Having dressed in whatever they could, a few minutes later they were running headlong down the alley. Incredibly, even having just finished and running a good hundred meters, Larry did not completely lose his erection and was forced to run sideways so as not to show his boner all over the street.
The gate banged on the side. Larry stopped and shined his flashlight. Two people came out of the gate into the street. A boy who looked to be Larry's age, and a girl who was barely eighteen.
- Hello, Pip! - Larry was delighted with his friend.
"Are you allowed to stay up this late, Betts?" - Daisy looked at the girl in surprise. Suddenly, with amazement, she noticed on sweet Bets's wrist a green bracelet shimmering in the reflections of the fire. Nudged her stepbrother with her elbow, she began to whisper something hotly in his ear, making Larry's eyes widen more and more.
- Did you see it, Larry? - Pip said, choking with excitement. - It's a fire! Someone's house is on fire. Don't know whose? I do not know either! Did they call the fire department?
- Firefighters? - Larry repeated dismissively, trying to comprehend what Daisy had told him. - What good are they? By the time they get there, there will be no more fire.
Larry wasn't exaggerating. The firefighters were stationed in a neighboring town, and when something caught fire, there was no point in waiting for them to arrive. But Betts' green bracelet had a meaning, and what a meaning. The same as in the bracelets of the same color of Larry and his sister, which were buried in a secluded place in the garden of their house.
These were bracelets that were issued by the Sexual Education Service as a sign that an eighteen-year-old citizen of the United Kingdom was ready to be sexually active, having agreed to certain changes in the body. The owners of the bracelet could not get pregnant without mutual consent, girls gained the ability to cum from blowjobs, and guys from cunnilingus, in addition, sensations during anal sex intensified, along the way, "enlightened" girls received glands that supplied the "back door" with natural lubrication. And of course, increased elasticity of the "front door" plus the spread of clitoral sensitivity to some other areas. Six months ago, Daisy and Larry received green bracelets and since then the life of eighteen-year-old teenagers has been a kaleidoscope of exciting pleasures. The joy was slightly overshadowed by the fact that they hid the receipt of the bracelets from their parents, who had a very puritan upbringing and were morally somewhere in the middle of the century before last. Moreover, the Dakins roughly knew that the named parents of Pip and Bets had the same attitude towards the Service, or even worse. Have they really decided? And this despite the fact that Bets turned eighteen just a couple of days ago!?
This attitude of parents towards the Service for Peterswood and other small towns in Britain was the norm even in the first quarter of the 22nd century - the pastoral life here contributed to the conservatism of the residents, in contrast to the bustling London or Birmingham. That is why Larry and Daisy visited not the Peterswood branch of the Service, but one of the London ones, hiding this fact from everyone. But when did Pip and Betts find the time to pull off the same trick?
Larry looked carefully at where it was burning, resisting the urge to bombard Pip and Bets with questions about the bracelet.
"It's on Haykop Lane, I think," he determined. - Hurry there!
There was no need to persuade anyone. On the streets, which were completely deserted, people began to appear again. By now almost everyone in the town had noticed the flames, and people were rushing to find out what was burning. The excitement in the crowd was transmitted from one to another. Everyone wanted to be the first to get to the fire. And yet, in this commotion, Larry noticed how Betts did pay attention to her wrist and, blushing in embarrassment, took off the bracelet, hiding it under her T-shirt.
"Yes, this is Mr. Hick's house," a man puffed joyfully as he ran. "Well, exactly," he continued after a pause. - It's burning in his garden.
Having reached the end of the alley, the youth were convinced that the man was right. Mr. Hick's garden was in full flames.
"This is not a house," Larry said, looking over the fence. - Mr. Hick's cottage is on fire. He has an office there.
The cottage was old, built almost entirely of wood, with a thatched roof... Not surprisingly, it burned like a torch.
"They won't put it out," Larry said confidently.
Pip wanted to answer him something, but he was drowned out by a loud cry:
- Get out! Let's get out of here! Do you hear what I'm telling you?
It was Mr. Goon, the only policeman in their city, shouting. He couldn't stand young people and always tried to remove them from his sight - the policeman seemed to see some kind of depravity everywhere. For this, among the youth of Peterswood they nicknamed him Poshelvon.
Now Poshelvon was too busy, but despite this he found time to again accuse the youth of debauchery. His eyes narrowed in anger and his face flushed as he caught up with the group. Almost immediately he focused on Larry:
- Oh, you damn sister-lover! Was she coming all night again?! - and with these words he stared at Daisy, who was red as a tomato.
- Nothing like that, Mr. Goon! This is slander! - Larry said in a trembling voice.
- Yes, of course! - Poshelvon grinned sarcastically. - Look, your sister has cum on her face!
Daisy covered her face with her hands in horror. Goon was the only one in the crowd who was able to see the dried droplets on the cheeks and forehead of the charming Daisy. At this point, Goon, satisfied that he had driven Daisy almost to a nervous breakdown, turned his attention to Bets and Pip:
- Why are you standing there? You probably also want to be depraved, you damn lustful teenagers?
Here he peered into Bets's pink face, noted to himself how Pip was averting her eyes and laughed triumphantly:
- Or have you already? Whoever you hang out with is the one you'll gain from! Oh, well, it won't be good for you when your parents find out!
Betts had tears in her eyes, Pip began to clench his fists and breathe deeply, when suddenly Poshelvon suddenly lost interest in the four and walked towards the fire, pretending that without his sensitive leadership in extinguishing the flames would devour all of Peterswood.
People tried to douse the flames from buckets, and Mr. Goon ordered where to splash the water - as if it wasn't clear enough.
Then he struck up a conversation with the charming eighteen-year-old Miss Minns, Mr. Hick's cook:
-Where is Mr. Thomas? Tell him to bring the hose he uses to wash the car.
The red-haired cutie cook, usually confident and wearing revealing outfits, seemed to have been replaced. Her eyes were running around in fear, her hands were shaking.
"M-Mr. Thomas left to meet his owner at the station," she said with difficulty. - Mr Hick returns by London train
People gave Miss Minns empty buckets, and she filled them with water from the tap again and again.
"You're trying in vain," said someone in the crowd. "Nothing can stop this fire." It burns too much.
"And the firefighters won't make it in time," another voice picked up. "They've already been called, but by the time they get there, only coals will remain."
"This is a real blow to Mr. Hick," said the huge Poshelvon in a deep voice. Frowning his brows, he looked at Miss Minns - her maid outfit was clearly too short and, when she bent over to get water from the tap, the hem of her little white panties was visible to everyone. Shelvon didn't start yelling at her just because she was Mr. Hick's property - what was the point of yelling at things?
- Okay, there is no wind yet. If there had been a good breeze in that direction, the big house would certainly have burned down.
"I feel sorry for this cottage," Larry said sadly, trying to forget about Betts' bracelet. - He was so handsome. Let's help stew too!
Before the others had time to answer, a boy with a bucket approached them. He swung, and almost all the water splashed out on Daisy, soaking her T-shirt so much that it became completely indecent. As if to spite her, her nipples also stood up straight up, so the picture turned out to be completely out of the ordinary. The girl looked down, squealed and covered her tits with her palms, which caused even more glances in her direction.
- Are you completely crazy? - Larry shouted. - She's not a cottage!
"You know, old man," the boy responded calmly, "when this happens..." And he took an expressive pause.
Daisy hid behind a tree so as not to embarrass anyone or embarrass herself.
Here the flames shot up even higher. It became as bright as day around
Now Larry could get a good look at the stranger. They looked the same age. Only the new guy was very fat and dressed well, like a grown gentleman.
"He lives opposite, in a hotel," Pip whispered. - His parents give him so much money that he doesn't know what to do with it. And in general, he sticks his nose everywhere. Believes that he understands everything better than anyone else. See how he stands!
