Family Ties

Chapter 2 The next step - not quite on the slippery slope!

I arrived home to find Jessica having yet another row with the twins who had just got back from their party. I sighed and went to the study and poured myself a stiff drink. They were becoming more and more impossible. I remembered how obedient and docile Sara had been with her father. I sat down sipping the single malt, the events of earlier and the long conversation with Stanley still making my head spin. I groaned and dropped my head in my hands. My balls still felt tight . I knew Sara would arrive in about 2 hours with her elder sister. I felt a moments anxiety as to how she would be, bearing in mind she had so recently sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. The mental image of her sweet 13 year old naked, not quite fully formed, golden body etched on my retina. Stanley had been so relaxed about it -I was still amazed and stunned. The door opened and Jessica peeked in dressed in a robe.

"You ok darling "she enquired. Not waiting for a reply she continued " the twins are in the bath at last, Rachel is listening to music in her room so its peace and quiet for a little while".

"Sure " I replied and looking up I smiled at her " So how was your day. how was the shopping and the incredible Martha?" I grinned at her as she sat on a chair.

She giggled quite girlishly and I looked at her in surprise. She had seemed in a skittish mood since she had returned from her lunch. I was pleased , of course to see her in such a happy and relaxed frame of mind. Glad that she and Martha had become so close.

"Well " she replied - "Martha was fine but our lunch went on and on so in the end I just had time to pick up our costumes for tonight . We gave the shopping a miss. We had a long, long chat , mostly about the girls. She is taking Sara to a summer camp for 4 weeks soon and she suggested it might be good for me and Rachel and the twins to join them".

I grinned at her " Well I am not sure about you and Rachel but I sure would pay someone to take the terrible two away- preferably till they are 16". I sighed and winked at her. She laughed.

"Seriously though" she said " we should discuss it. You are so busy at work and I could do with a break away from here for a while. The camp is more like a school with proper supervision. Lots of Martha and Stan's friends kids will be there- it will be chance for the twins and Rachel to make new friends as well. Its a mixture of learning and fun apparently." She stopped there for a moment. I made no comment.

"Anyway" she hurried on " we can think about it at least. How was your afternoon with Stan and the girls?

I nodded and sipped the last of my whiskey. It was fine " I grumbled " though I missed my golf" - I chuckled wryly " So " I said what about tonight, what costume did you get me".

She giggled again , " You will see, its all laid out for you on the bed and by the way, about tonight " her voice seemed suddenly a bit strained as she continued "You know that its likely to get a bit wild"? Her voice trembled a little on the word 'wild' and she looked at me her eyebrows raised. "Martha warned me that some of her friends are a bit 'extreme', I think she said, I guessed she meant that its one of their 'very friendly' parties". She paused and waited for me to comment.

I nodded again " Yes I know, Stan warned me as well, said as its our first that we shouldn't be too shocked" I grinned " If it gets too 'way out ' for your puritanical streak we can always cut and run".

She smiled and her eyes danced " I may surprise you buster" she chortled. I am going as a Sinner so I will have that to live up to". She rose and I swatted her bottom as she turned to leave, she giggled and mock jumped. " I am going to shower, please check that the twins haven't flooded the bath room and make sure they are ready for when Philippa and Sara get here. See you later". With that she left.

I sat for a while still deep in thought. I felt a bit swamped by all that was happening, by the pace of events. My whole world seemed a little out of kilter after the events of earlier. I had this strange feeling that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Even Jessica seemed different lately, more relaxed and happy. I sat dozing for a while then sighing I got and left to check on the girls.

Knocking at the family bathroom door I entered and was greeted by a mist of warm vapour and girlish giggles. " Just me " I called

" Dad " a mock protesting voice rung out , that was Georgina the more boisterous of the twins " do you mind, we are in the bath" I grinned "Ok miss precocious" I replied "I have my eyes shut , I just wanted to check you haven't drowned or flooded the place".

Despite my assurances I couldn't resist peeking. The twins were pink fleshed, limbs sleek, dark gleaming hair plastered to their scalps. I felt my heart lurch as always at the sight of their naked nubile bodies. Budding pink tipped breasts, the sweet girlish curves. Annabelle shrieked as Georgina splashed her vigorously. It seemed only yesterday that they and I had felt ok about my bathing them but their recent sudden development had made them and myself a little self conscious. With a mock stern admonishment for them to finish off and get dried and dressed before Philippa arrived I closed the door firmly and proceeded down hall to our bedroom.

Jessica was drying her hair in front of the mirror. She was naked and the odour of her Clarin's moisturiser filled the air. " The bathroom is all yours " she said over the noise of the dryer "I hope there will be enough hot water for you to shower and shave" I grunted in reply. Sharing a house with four females meant that my ration of hot water was always marginal despite the extra large tank we had recently installed in the loft to service both bathrooms. I showered and shaved quickly, checking my watch. I stepped through door into the bedroom and stopped in surprise, still rubbing my hair dry with a towel. Jessica was standing with her back to me. She had one slender leg propped on chair in front of her adjusting the strap of a high heeled jewelled sandal. The long sweep of her arched thigh made my prick twitch. She finished and turned, saw me and smiled. She did a little twirl, posed facing me one hand propped on her hip provocatively and asked archly " Well will I do ?"

I caught my breath. She was wearing the flimsiest of halter tops. Red silk that was transparent enough to show off her full unsupported breasts. They were I knew 36 c (from a recent surreptitious check in her underwear drawer when trawling for inspiration for a Xmas present). They were still reasonably firm. The dark aureole of each nipple was clearly visible. My eyes travelled down over the slight swell of her bare tummy. I stopped there as I saw something glinting. I tried not to register my surprise at the jewelled ring that was attached to her navel. I worked my brain feverishly " had she told me she was getting her belly button pierced and I had forgotten?" I decided not to ask. My eyes travelled down further to see her 'almost' wearing the shortest of black ra-ra skirts. It could not have been more than 14 inches long and showed the length of her bare legs as far as her upper thighs. She was 5 foot 5 or so but with the heels was almost at eye level with me.

"Jeeze " I exclaimed " I guess you really are going as a sinner. Are you wearing panties under that excuse for a skirt?"

I looked at her closely, probably the first time in a long time. I guess we had got used to each other and I certainly hadn't really paid too close attention to how she looked for some time. I was stunned. Her dark brown eyes were highlighted by bronze shadow fading into purple making them look enormous. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from blusher or excitement I knew not. Her full lips glowed soft and red. I knew the soft bedroom lights were flattering but she looked amazing.

She grinned at me and twirled again more vigorously. The pleated skirt flared up. She appeared to be naked under it. As she saw my shocked expression she giggled and raised the skirt to her waist. Her pussy was barely covered by a heart shaped tiny piece of black lace. There was no trace of pubic hair so I guessed she must have shaved. The thin strap disappeared under her. She turned showing the rest of the black thong's narrow strap that nestled between the two moons of her shapely buttocks. My cock hardened more and I sucked in a deep breath. Jessica had never dressed and acted this way before. She wasn't a prude but she always dressed reasonably modestly. After the birth of the twins she had worked hard to get her figure back and she worked out twice a week still. I looked back to her face, it was flushed and smiling, red lips softly parted. Her brown eyes dancing, reflecting the lights from the room. Her chestnut brown hair was tied back tightly and fastened by a silver clasp in a loose ponytail. She wore no other jewellery apart from a black velvet choker at her throat. I looked at her and then down at the bulge in the towel that hugged my hips. She giggled and shook her head.

"We really don't have time Hun" she said " but I appreciate the compliment". Ruefully I smiled and dropping the towel just to show her what effect she had on me and turned to the bed. She had chosen a Priest's costume for me. I grinned remembering my earlier comment to Stanley. " Seems I got it wrong" I told myself " Jessica is the sinner and I am the saint, for a change".

I quickly dressed. White vest and loose boxer shorts under the long black cassock. She had got me the proper white reverse collar, even gaiters and black silk socks as well. Dressed, I looked at myself in the cheval mirror. I looked quite the priest I thought. I gazed at myself critically. My thick black hair, cut short as the latest fashion, was showing traces of grey at the sides but all in all I was not displeased with my appearance. I was still 12 stone and for my height of 5ft 11 apparently not overweight. I peered closer, my dark grey eyes inspecting my face wondering if the changes I was experiencing were discernable. I smiled back through the mirror at Jessica as she watched me. She smiled approvingly. " You look good Hun " her eyes were bright and her whole demeanour flirtish.

"Would you like me to hear your confession" I enquired grinning at her. She dropped to her knees in front of me giggling like a schoolgirl. "Not right now Father" she whispered her voice dancing with amusement.

" And I don't even have time to kiss your ring". She added as she leaned forward and pressed her red mouth over the bulge in my cassock Her breath warming my tumescent prick that was still making its presence felt poking against the folds of the cassock through my shorts.. She giggled again, got to her feet and dashed from room ra-ra skirt swirling round her thighs.

As I finished dressing I was still in a bit of a daze. Jessica's behaviour, whilst stimulating and entertaining was so out of character. Well at least for the last 10 years or so. Though I recalled how much fun we shared when we were first together. This whole day had been so strange I mused.

I heard the sounds of a car in the drive and looked down from the window. From a taxi the golden haired angel sara jumped out accompanied by an older girl with darker blonde hair. I could only see top of her head but I guessed it was her big sister Philippa who I was anxious to meet. I hurried from the bedroom, knocking on Rachel's door as I passed " Your friend and sitter are here sweetie" I called.

Trying not to trip over the hem of the cassock that covered me from neck to feet I went to front door to welcome them. I was nervous, the memory of a naked Sara crouched over my cock sucking me off still had power to make my legs tremble. I took a deep breath, fixed a smile a welcoming my face.

Sara grinned as I opened the door " Hey " she said " its a priest come to save souls" She dissolved in giggles and dashed through open door to find her soul mate Rachel.

The older girl was almost my height and she smiled at me and said in a soft voice

" Hello I am Philippa, unfortunately related to the imp that just whizzed past you". She offered her hand which I shook feeling rather awkward. She had a very direct gaze from dark blue intelligent eyes. Not exactly pretty but with an attractive and 'interesting face'. She had a sprinkling of slight freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her face was devoid of makeup apart from dark red lipstick. I smiled as I held her hand.

" Its nice to meet you Philippa at last " I said " I have heard lots about you from your proud parents and by the way please call me Dave- and not Uncle or God forbid 'Father' Dave". The last remark I accompanied with what I hoped was a winning grin.

She smiled at that and pressed my hand before releasing it. "I feel I already know you she said." She had a very composed manner and moved gracefully as I welcomed her to my home. She was, I knew remarkably bright with a string of A levels and had had no problem getting a place at Cambridge. She wore a long ethnic skirt that reached almost to her ankles. Her dark blonde hair was loose and just brushed the top of her shoulders. A white buttoned blouse completed the picture of quiet elegance. I showed her through to lounge admiring the graceful sway of her hips as she walked on kitten heeled mules in front of me clutching an overnight bag. Jessica took over and greeted her warmly and introduced her to the twins. Georgina and Annabelle stood holding hands dressed in their pyjamas inspecting the new arrival carefully. I grimaced wondering how they were going to get on with Philippa. The seemed ok though and smiled and said hi quite politely.

The next 30 mins were a flurry of Philippa getting to know the twins and Rachel and being shown where everything was. We had a guest room ready for her as she was staying overnight as we had no idea when we would be back. Jessica as always fussed and fussed till I could see even Philippa getting a little exasperated. Our taxi arrived then, so wrapping the mohair cape I had bought for Jessica's recent birthday round her flimsy outfit we essayed forth into the night to the 'special party'........