John and Charles also know as Jacko and Charlie, lay in bed in their bedroom, below the attic where their father was having sex with Zelena.
"Do you hear that?" John asked his little brother.
"What?"
"The noise from the attic." John said. "Dad's doing Zelly."
They were quiet for a few minutes, listing to the rhythmic muted banging from above them.
"Are you going to wank now?" John asked him.
"I don't wank. You're the wanker in the family Jacko." Charles said with a chuckle.
They talked about Zelena for a few minutes and agreed that they were glad she'd come to stay with them, and that she was really pretty.
"I saw up her skirt when she went up to bed, and she didn't have any knickers on." John lied.
"Liar!" shouted Charles.
"I did, I saw up her dress."
"Maybe you saw up her dress, but she had knickers on."
"I saw her thing, and it was all hairy, and had a slit down the middle."
"You are a filthy liar, I don't believe you saw anything. You're just saying that to get me excited." Charles told him, and had to admit to himself that the prospect of seeing up Zelena's skirt was getting him excited.
There were two or three loud bumps from above them, then quiet. They listened, and soon heard the hatch open and Vladmir, their father, come down the ladder. John, whose penis was hard at just seeing up Zelena's skirt, and now hearing their father "doing" her, proceeded to masturbate.
As he slowly rubbed his cock he wondered if he'd inspired his brother to do the same. He spit on his hand and the wonderful tingle spread through his body has he rubbed the head of his penis. He imagined Zelena lying in front of him with her legs spread.
He imagined what the hole between her legs looked like. He'd seen pictures and as he rubbed himself he visualized her red hole, her pretty face, her body with two soft, mounded breasts. With these visions flashing through his mind he stifled a gasp as he shot his sperm into his handkerchief. Content, he fell asleep.
Next day Zelena helped clean up the dining area while Emma told her how the small restaurant was run. She also made an appointment for Zelena to see a doctor and get put on the pill. She didn't mind that Vlad was going to fuck her, she had her own affairs, and was really rather glad that he was keeping it in the family.
During the afternoon break they had a cup of tea and Emma asked Zelena if she knew what an escort did. Zelena admitted she'd have to have sex with strange men, and be paid for it.
"It's really sort of a high class whore, y'know. It pays pretty good, but you have to be careful. I've done a bit of that myself, I was a prosty for a while, and still have a couple of customer I see from time to time.
"You? Whore?" Zelena was astounded. She never imagined Emma, who looked just like an ordinary, but attractive, English house wife, would be a prostitute.
"Oo, don't say whore, dear. That's doesn't sound nice. Prostitute is okay, escort is nice, but I just say prosty, that covers it."
"I not know you do that. Uncle Vlad say okay? He no worry you fuck other men?"
"Your uncle, as you know from last night, does who he wants." Emma said testily. "So do I. I fuck who I want. But when we started the restaurant we needed the money, so I went on the game to help pay the bills."
"You no mind Uncle Vlad fuck me?"
"Not a bit deary, I hope you enjoyed it."
They went on to discuss what Zelena should wear as a waitress, and how she should react to customers. She should wear a short skirt, heels if she had them, at least at dinner time. Not to react if a man touched her, that could get her a big tip. When she was cleaning tables or whatever, to give men a look up her skirt, that was often good for a tip.
But if a man made her an offer she'd have to go to his place, no mucking about on the premises. She should be careful though; there were some bad characters in Soho. Pimps were always on the look out for girls, especially young foreign girls.
So next day she started work, and because there might be a language problem she should have the customers order by number, or point to the item. The first day went well. She made no mistakes, and only felt one man touch her on the bottom, and he left her a nice tip.
She was tired when she went up to bed, and had just dropped off to sleep when the hatch was raised. Uncle Vlad, she thought, and just didn't feel like anal sex and hoped he'd settle for a blowjob.
