Jane Seduces Jack

Jack was going to leave the letter from England until after graduation, but after a week, curiosity won out. It was surely something important, official. The crest on the envelope was stunningly ornate, and the two lions with entwined tails laughed mockingly in his face every day. Open me up already, coward! Veronika, who had passed the intermediate school leaving examination six months earlier and had problems only in the foreign language English, was plagued by just as much curiosity as he was, but he insisted on waiting. The addressee was given as his full name, Jacob N. Crawley. Very strange.

The Matura‐exams were still two weeks away. Jack and Veronika only slept together every two or three days, they were both studying like maniacs and so they rarely had time to screw. For Veronika it was no problem. She masturbated every night before going to sleep, regardless of screwing. Jack usually only noticed it when he was half asleep. If he felt like it and Veronika's masturbating produced a good erection, he would fuck her while she was masturbating, which she loved. Often he would just sleep away, studying made him very tired. He had turned in excellent work during the first week of exams and wanted to keep it up. On Sunday evening he folded up his books and picked up the thick envelope. Veronika, he called, come! She came rushing in, naked and sweaty with a flushed face. Jack immediately apologized sheepishly, for his call had apparently interrupted her masturbation. But they had agreed to open the mysterious letter together. She pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. He could smell her arousal, trout and vanilla, smelling like during licking.

Jack read aloud and translated aloud, since Veronika's English was not so good. The law firm of Figgs, Ferguson & Willis had been retained by the British Home Office to research him and represent him in court in the will‐s matter as the son of Nicholas J. Crawley. He had been traced through the school authorities, copy enclosed. His father, months before his unmasking, shortly after Jack was born, had telegraphed a last will and testament to his employer, Brit. Home Office, cabled, copy enclosed, that he bequeathed all his belongings to his natural children Janet and Jacob in equal shares. His wife received a legacy of £25,000 per year until death and £20,000 for the child. Since his widow Naomi Crawley had died about four months ago, the Home Office had set things in motion.

Jack interrupted and said to Veronika that it was strange that the Home Office was involved, spies would be more the responsibility of the Foreign Office or the War Office. He did not understand this. Jack kissed Veronika and said that the tension was over, his fear of the content was also over. He was glad to have a sister and that his father had acknowledged him in writing as a son. He was silent for a moment and Veronika said it was good and reassuring. She nibbled on his earlobe, which she liked to do when she was in a sexy mood, and slowly stroked her labia and clit, which he could see out of the corner of his eye. He cleared his throat before continuing.

On the occasion of the death, they had checked the deceased's accounts and found that, first, she had sold all of her husband's properties and put the proceeds into her own account. Second, she had withdrawn more than the £25,000 annually, averaging just over £45,000. In addition, she was withdrawing £20,000 a year for Janet's needs, which was fine. The law firm of Figgs and the like had taken the whole thing to court because the mother, Naomi, owed Janet and Jack nearly £300,000, which she had unlawfully taken. In addition, the court found that all of her assets went to the two children because all of it came from the sales of the properties. Janet's mother had no assets or income of her own. Janet, for her part, had appealed for the £300,000 and threatened to sue if she did not get justice. The law firm of Figgs and the like asked for one or two proposed dates when Jack could travel to London to settle his affairs in person. It might be helpful if he moved into the home of Nicholas J. Crawley to send a clear message. Then followed the address in Hampton, London. Sincerely, Figgs & blah blah blah.

Jack wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. That was strong stuff, gentlemen! He cast a sidelong glance at Veronika. He needed a passport, a ticket, and money. He would send a letter to his new sister tomorrow and one to the law office. He looked Veronika in the eye and found that there was nothing more to discuss today, she was just horny as hell already. Come on, he said, let's go to bed! Veronika looked at him from below, her gaze florid and horny. Do you like fucking? she asked teasingly and he nodded, though his thoughts were tumbling around in his head. He left the light on the nightstand burning and watched Veronika's masturbation with increasing pleasure. It was another one of those nights where he got another erection after five minutes of resting and watching. Veronika was very pleased with the second fucking as usual and reached her x‐th orgasm shortly after he had squirted. He immediately fell asleep, deep and dreamless. Veronika continued masturbating until she fell asleep.

The next morning he quickly ran to the bank to ask for the conversion rate of the pound and then to the municipal office for a passport. That would take about three weeks, he would still need two good passport photos from the photographer and his mother would also have to come along, since he was not yet of age. Then he went back home to study. By evening he had drafted the rather short letter to the law firm, leaving only the dates open. The letter to Janet was longer, mentioning the inheritance matter only in passing. He was pleased to have a sister and to meet her. He told his resume in honest, frank terms, leaving out only the sexuality. He announced when he would be in London, approximately, and that he would send her a telegram as soon as he knew the exact dates. He was very happy to have a sister, he assured her several times, and that she would be happy to know her as well.

The next 14 days flew by, and he studied late into the night and shined on his exams. He did what he had impressed upon Veronika months ago. Everything other than the current material was put aside and full concentration was on the exam. He succeeded quite well. He and two girls passed 'cum laude' and he celebrated that with Veronika in one of the best restaurants in town. They treated themselves to a delicious meal with appetizer, main course and dessert. They drank two bottles of wine and went home by cab. He had graduated from high school, had grown up overnight, and was in a car for the first time in the life. That night they fucked as often as they could. He couldn't keep up with Veronika's orgasms, of course, but toward the end he surprisingly had a third erection and fucked Veronika laughing and gasping. They cuddled until they fell asleep.

In short, everything went like clockwork. He got the passport, the notarized declaration of Veronika to travel to England, the ticket, the exact train schedule. He sent the telegrams to the law office and to Janet. Veronika had gotten him a lot of English Pounds and opened a bank account for him, he was to live on it until he received his money from the inheritance. They slept together during the day and at night until they left, building castles in the air about what he could do with his inheritance. The bigger the castle in the air, the longer they laughed and built new ones. They discussed all the details, he would call the Goldener Hirsch inn every Friday evening at 7 and report back. He inculcated Veronika not to fuck with strangers and to keep up the contraceptive calendar scrupulously. No, he was not jealous at all, she could fuck anyone who was not a stranger. Of course, only if she wanted to do it herself. She liked it when he talked to her about screwing and used filthy expressions. For hours they went through all the acquaintances and imagined how she would fuck everyone.

It took him more than two days to get to London. The ferry ride across the channel was an unforgettable experience, a wonderful sunrise on deck in a completely smooth sea. The steam locomotive pulled into Victoria Station more than an hour and a half late. He hurried to the agreed meeting point at the cab stand at the south exit, of course Janet was no longer there. He spoke to her on the phone, she advised him to take a cab. It should not cost more than £6. He took the cab to her place.

It was an ancient, beautiful house, with a well‐kept garden in the front and to the back he could also see a large park. He rang the bell and heard the clack of high heels, she opened for him. Hello Jack, she said and extended her hand to him. They shook hands, he took a step forward and hugged her. She wanted to recoil at first, but then returned the long hug. She invited him in and led him up the curved staircase. She showed him to his room and suggested they meet back downstairs in a few minutes. While he put down his suitcase and hung up the new suit in the closet as per Veronika's instructions, Janet prepared a snack downstairs with the help of Rose, the housekeeper, and waited for Jack.

He came right down and sat across from Janet at the table. She thought he must be hungry after the long trip, which he confirmed. He declined the drink and asked for a glass of water. Janet called Rose and ordered lemonade. They ate and drank, talking little in the meantime. Janet lit a cigarette and waited patiently for him to finish. He poured himself another glass of lemonade and sat back, then thanked her for hosting him. Janet wanted to know how long he would stay. He said he didn't know yet, but he wanted to handle the matter with the law firm and the court. Smiling, he added that medical school started on October 1, and everything should be settled by then. This brought them instantly to the central issue, her father's will. She said that it was okay for her what the father had decided. That they shared the inheritance fifty‐fifty, that was quite all right. That they shared the inheritance of the house, this house, was also okay with her. I wonder if he was thinking of selling it, Janet said. Jack was a bit caught off guard and said he hadn't seen the house yet and no, he didn't have an idea yet. Selling was only the very last option after all. After all, she lives here, doesn't she? They were silent for a moment, then he asked if she wanted to tell him more about herself, the house and about her parents?

She nodded and said that they should sit comfortably on the sofa. She was eager to tell him everything and stood up. He looked at her intently, she was tall like him, very slim and had immensely long legs, the longest he had ever seen. He could see no sign of a bra under her sheer white blouse, so what he could make out was all nature. She had a slim little butt under the miniskirt, that was in fashion at the moment. Only her torso was strangely short, and only now did he notice that she had a hump. While standing up he had already noticed that she pulled her shoulders back, now he understood. She had noticed his glance and put a hand on the hump. I'll call him Robert, she said, smiling unhappily, then sat down on the sofa. He sat down in the armchair opposite her and relaxed. She lit a cigarette and began to talk.

The house was over 200 years old, built by the Crawley family and had always been occupied by the family since. Her mother had had both the roof, windows and doors replaced 10 years ago, as well as the plumbing. She had not lived to see the electrical system repaired. She looked at him sharply. That's why she had appealed the £300,000. The father had said nothing about maintaining his family home, but the mother had spent the money on just that. She looked at him inquiringly. He scratched his head and said he had no idea what this renovation might cost. She made a move to get up and bring in the paperwork, but he waved it off. Tomorrow, okay? She nodded and went on.

Her parents had married in 1935 and she had been born in 1939. So a good two years before him, she added and he nodded, he already knew that. Married life — she looked him straight in the eye, the sexuality — just never worked. Her mother had no desire for sex at all and he could never come to terms with that. He invested his fortune in real estate, gambled and won really big at the casinos. He bought land and houses in the country and kept meticulous records of it all. He never told about his work for the ministry, her mother only reported that he often traveled for weeks. Even in her old age, Naomi, her mother, spoke only well of him and greatly regretted their separation. It was her fault, Naomi told Janet, she was heavily pregnant and aggressive at the time. During a very nasty argument about the lack of sex, she threatened to leave him. He calmly stood under the door and said she needed to stay in the house and raise his child. He would leave and make sure she and the child made a good living. He never came back.

Janet asked if he could tell about his parents. Jack replied that he hardly knew anything. He stared between Janet's thighs at the flashing white of her panties. His father had met his mother, Hermione, as a typist in a Nazi‐ministry, but she was not a Nazi. When she became pregnant in 1940, he married her immediately. When he was five months old, the father was arrested and after a few days shot as a spy, there was no grave. The mother had a hard time, being the wife of a spy, and of course lost her job. She went cleaning by the hour and did not find a job as a typist again until 1943. The chaos at the end of the war mostly spared her and she died when he was 13. She spoke of his father only once just before she died; she was bitter and never forgave him. But she was a good, loving mother and gave him a happy and carefree childhood, for which he was forever grateful. She never let him feel that he was the son of a father she despised. He was always her child, never his. Janet, after a few minutes of silence, said it was a great pity they didn't know more about what her father had really done. It was conceivable, she said with a look in Jack's eyes, that he was not a spy and had been falsely accused. Jack mused. It was possible, he said, but he doubted that the British or the Germans would release any documents to that effect.

Jack was surprised that Janet made no effort to conceal her panties and stared at the breasts clearly showing under her blouse. Not wanting her to get the impression that he was constantly staring only at her breasts or at her panties, he glanced toward the dark windows. It might one day become possible, he said, to find out more about her father. He was willing to do that, but first they would both have to finish the inheritance matter. Janet nodded in agreement and asked if he wanted to have dinner. He nodded and she went into the kitchen. It took him a minute, then he went after her. The housekeeper had apparently already left, he said questioningly, and Janet confirmed Rose came at 7 p.m. every day and left at 4 a.m. in the afternoon, on time. They fixed the meal together and carried it back into the great room, where they ate and chatted. They carried things into the kitchen, and Janet held him back when he wanted to wash the dishes. Rose does that, she said, and went back into the room, to the sofa. I always drink some wine in the evening, she said, and he shook his head in denial. He got himself a glass of lemonade and sat down across from her.

She brought up the bathroom. It was right next to his room and her room was on the other side of the bathroom, she said. That way they could both go to the bathroom at night too, each from his side. He asked if he could take a bath before bed, he was so used to it. And after the long journey it was also high time. She laughed affirmatively and that she always showered or took a bath in the morning before Rose came. He grinned, that was a good thing, he usually got up between 7 and half past seven. Rose prepares breakfast at half past seven, so be on time! Janet laughed and he nodded, he understood.

Jack said he was very pleased to have found such a kind and pretty sister, he had expected a bitter, angry sister after the correspondence from the law office. Pretty, you think, and what about Robert? she asked with a serious look. Oh, I haven't seen him in a long time, he said glibly, the guy is always making himself invisible. She laughed that he was buttering her up, but her look said that he had given the right answer. And, she asked, you speak perfect English, how come? He told her that he had just graduated cum laude and had learned English quite well in six years. He had to explain the 'cum laude' and she listened with her mouth open. She had only had good and average grades and was preparing to study fashion and textiles. With the Robert, she probably wouldn't have many opportunities to find work. She currently worked two days a week for BBC in the science department. He wanted to study medicine, Jack said, he knew next to nothing about fashion and textiles. They chatted for probably another hour, Jack getting his fill of her breasts, long thighs and panties. She made no effort to escape his horny looks, on the contrary! With increasing intoxication, Janet touched herself more and more often, thoughtfully caressing a breast or sliding a finger under the panties and mindlessly playing with the hem. He sometimes thought he saw her cleavage. Janet ended the evening after the fifth or sixth glass of wine and they went upstairs. He quickly unpacked his suitcase and travel bag while the bath water ran in. He quickly undressed and sat in the tub. He really, really needed it now.

He flinched when he heard the latch and Janet enter. She was naked and sat down on the toilet without a facial movement. She looked at him curiously and kindly and pried. He tried to hide his erect cock in the water after a few moments of marveling at her nakedness and Robert, but the water level did not hide the cock. She wiped her pubic with toilet paper, stood up and stepped to the bathtub. He didn't miss an inch of her naked body as he looked at her. She looked at his muscular body briefly and then at length at his cock, which he could not hide. She nodded appreciatively and said very kindly, glancing at his cock, she also did it at night before she went to sleep and sometimes in the morning when she showered. She nodded at him with a mischievous grin and left. Had he misheard or had she said on the way out that he could watch? You may watch, she had whispered. Or was it just imagination? Completely in the dark, he waited a few minutes and finished. He slept deeply, dreaming of Veronika and Janet, nonsensically.

Night he woke up. Janet was really a pretty girl, her face was very pretty and looked aristocratic and very noble with the sharp‐edged nose that was very much like his own. The black hair contrasted with her bright, mysterious eyes that shone light gray or light blue. Her torso was clearly too small, the Robert deforming her shoulder blades to either side. She had nice medium sized breasts with small pink nipples and a slim, shapely body. Her bottom was small and ran out into long, thin legs. She had only a tiny black bush above her pubic cleft. Her pubic area was not as full and bulging as Veronika's, he had not been able to see anything more detailed. Her fair skin was flawless and without any birthmark or pimple, it looked velvety and silky. She seemed to have no problem showing herself naked. He scolded himself, she was his half‐sister after all! He fell asleep again.

Jane, as Janet preferred to be called, showed him the house, the park, and the well‐stocked wine cellar. Then she showed him her mother's papers, regarding the renovation. He calculated twice, it was about £295,000. He confirmed to Jane that this was about the amount in dispute. Jane looked at him expectantly. He confirmed her view that the mother had spent the money on the house, on our house. He would support her in the appeal, Jack said, but not right away. He wanted to hear how the law firm argued, he said, it would give him a clearer picture. In the days that followed, he wrote a long letter to Veronica and spoke with her by phone on Friday.

The week passed quietly and unspectacularly, Jane drank her 4 or 5 glasses of wine in the evening and they chatted about this and that. Jack gave a very detailed account of how things had gone with the Figgs law firm. He, of course, looked at Janet like a fool, her blouse was even more see‐through than yesterday and she kept pulling her shoulders up in a struggle against Robert. All the while her girlish breasts looked wonderful. He could look up along her inner thighs as far as he could. He was left breathless, Janet had no panties on! He could only guess at her cleft, yet he stared at her and she smiled because he was so easy to see through. His staring made her proud in a strange way. She let him stare at her cleft, that somehow did her good. She put one leg up and clasped her knee. Of course she was aware that her sex was completely exposed. His eyes were glued to her labia, her prominent clit and the clearly visible hole. During the conversation, he just stared at her jewels, taking in every detail. Lost in thought, she played with herself, stroking her labia and absently pulling back the small fold of skin over her clit, again and again, until the clit was visibly aroused. She dipped her index finger into the wine and then into her little hole. Completely unselfconscious, she stroked the little hole and the bonnet over her clit. She looked at him with glittering eyes, this boy she had to have! After an hour she lowered her leg to the floor and they went up without a word.

The law firm was sterling and the advice first rate. They felt that Jane was wrong to object and that the court might soon see it too. For the rest, they were uncertain how large the inheritance was; the court and the bank did not disclose the amount. Jack signed a power of attorney and an agreement that the law firm would receive 4.5% of Jack's inheritance. He insisted that this did not apply to the Hampton house. So it went up from the original 4% to 4.5%. Jack couldn't figure out with mental arithmetic if that was more than the valuation of the house, but his gut said no. Jane looked at him with wide eyes as he reported at dinner. He shrugged and said he would have been uncomfortable with complete strangers tramping through the house and possibly saying negative things about things that were important to Naomi or Jane. Jane hugged him, quite touched, and kissed him on the mouth for the first time as they sat down to the sofa.

Naturally, Jane came every night when he bathed. She let him look lasciviously at her naked body when she got up from splurging and stepped over to the bathtub. He no longer hid his erect cock and patiently let her look, so what? She touched his cock with her index finger before saying she did it too, every time before she went to sleep and also when she showered in the morning. Then she went to her room. The next evening, she came to the bathtub after pissing and stood there indecisively, her eyes fixed on his cock. She reached down with her thumb and forefinger on his cock and infinitely slowly pulled the foreskin all the way back until the glans was completely exposed. She looked at it for a long time before she left. He masturbated splashing in the water and sat still after he squirted. He heard her loud gasps and sighs and the prolonged moans when she was done.

The next morning he woke up to the sound of a knock and the bathroom door being opened. Jane was standing there stark naked and said she was going to take a shower, did he want to watch? She left the door open. He didn't hesitate for a moment and put on his boxers, then went into the bathroom. She was already standing in the tub, water gushing from the showerhead, soaping her body. He marveled at her sexy display, watching her soap up Robert and rub him with a long brush. He hadn't looked at her hump that closely before and now he looked closely. She rubbed the soap with rising excitement, stroking her body with increasing horniness. At some point she put one leg up on the edge of the bathtub and began to masturbate while standing. After quite a while it went through her like a flash, she stopped masturbating and pressed her fingers on her clit. She looked at him smiling and he didn't know what to say. However, when she looked at his hard‐on in his boxer shorts and gave him a prompting look, he shook his head in denial and went to his room. He was confused and agitated, but secretly he was pleased that she was so happy to act out her exhibitionist ways so freely and took the initiative without shyness.

They looked at each other in silence over breakfast, then she had to go to work. He said goodbye to her with a kiss on the cheek. In the evening they still ate in silence, but afterwards, while drinking wine, he began. He was very flattered (he had to look up the word in the dictionary) and she laughed brightly, no one uses that word today. He was very proud, he said, that she let him watch her shower and she interrupted, after the shower there was more? He was flustered and kept silent. She leaned forward so he had full view of her breasts and held his hand. Jack pulled himself together and said it was a great privilege and he was grateful for it. Did he like it, she asked, and he immediately replied passionately, Yes, very much! And Robert? she asked uncertainly. He didn't have to think, yes, I saw him too, but I don't care about him at all. You are a beautiful and sexy girl, with or without Robert, really! She sighed deeply and took a breath, then told that because of Robert it was impossible to get a boyfriend . He asked if she was still a virgin and she laughed, by God, no! Stockingly she continued, at 15 she had given herself to her crush, in love and completely voluntarily. The cad fucked her for a few months and became more and more grumpy, then it was over. She lay in bed crying for two days and then went back to school. She did not dignify him with a glance and endured the malicious rumors he spread. The hunchback couldn't fuck well, the missionary position didn't work because of the hump, the doggy position stared at the hump, and so on. Jane gulped, by the end of school time no one could be found to fuck. Oh dear, said Jack sympathetically, all those years without sex, that's hard! She interrupted him, she had sex every night, but very little, far too little fucking.

There was a long silence. Jane finished her glass and lit a cigarette with shaky fingers. I'm sorry, Jack said, grabbing her hand. She smiled shyly and said, it's no big deal, Jack! I've had one night stands, you know, drinking together, screwing and bye‐bye, on and off since school. She smiled really wide, there no one cared about Robert anymore, they just wanted to stick it in and cum inside. And it was fine with me, the orgasm of fucking is a fine thing. Jack raised his head and asked, orgasm while fucking? She nodded, yes, almost always. Except for the few that squirted immediately upon penetration, that was always very disappointing, she said.

Jane silently finished her glass, then they walked up in silence. At the top, Jack embraced her and kissed her intimately. It was their first French kiss, and Jane returned it enthusiastically and passionately. Then they went to their rooms. As usual, she came to the bathroom to piss and then to the bathtub. She slid two fingers onto his cock and pulled the foreskin all the way down to expose the glans. He touched her pubic area for the first time, parted the labia and looked at the prominent clit. She was much narrower at the bottom than Veronika, who had thick and bulging labia. In return, Jane's clit was a few millimeters larger than Veronika's and stood out prominently of it's hood. Jane hesitantly pulled his foreskin up and down a few times, then left. But she did not close the bathroom door. He remained sitting quietly in the bathwater, listening and not masturbating. He didn't even have to wait long; she gasped loudly and violently. Jack waited a few more seconds, then quietly got out of the water and dried himself superficially.

A fashionable lamp on the nightstand dimly lit her bedroom. She masturbated with her eyes closed and didn't notice him until he was standing next to the bed and, after her orgasm, quietly asked if he could join her in bed. She moved to the side and flipped back the covers invitingly. Jack lay down with her and hugged her. She had finished her foreplay herself, he knelt between her legs and they kissed for a long time. No words were spoken, his cock waited in front of her sex and he looked at her silently. He wanted to leave the initiative to her and waited until she put her hand on his cock and into her vaginal entrance. Her body was still vibrating from masturbating, he could start right away. Her vagina felt warm, tight and good. He fucked slowly, but with energetic thrusts, watching her reaction. Much earlier than expected, a flash ran through her body, a very soft cry accompanied her orgasm. He gave her no respite and kept fucking, her arousal rising and rising. He gasped in German, I squirt, I squirt! and squirted in rhythmic jets into her vagina. At the same moment that she heard the foreign words he gasped in her ear, the orgasm jerked her around so that as he squirted, he slipped out and squirted somewhere. She clawed at him until the convulsions stopped. He slid to the side and struggled for breath.

Jane caressed his chest and kissed him. It was wonderful, so wonderful! she whispered, and Jack growled that it was incest. She froze and whispered, "just ten days ago we were strangers, now half siblings and it's only half incest, damn it! It was wonderful, please don't ruin it!" He stroked her reassuringly and said we'll never talk about incest again. Then he asked her if she could have gotten pregnant and she replied she was already on the pill because of the one night stands so don't worry, my brother Jack! He wanted to get rid of something and asked if he could touch Robert. Wordlessly, she sat up and turned her organized back to him. He felt the hump thoroughly and asked if it hurt. She laughed brightly as a bell and said never when screwing.

After a while she turned to him again and said she wanted to know something too. He looked at her expectantly and she pushed around a bit. Show me how the men masturbate, I have never seen it before. Okay, he said and started rubbing his flaccid cock. She watched very intently and he stared between her legs. The cock gradually became stiff and he felt great pleasure. Abruptly he stopped and gasped, let's fuck! She immediately lay down and spread her legs, she guided his cock into her vagina with one hand and patiently let herself be fucked. Gradually she got going too and was soon panting with exertion as she fucked along like a fool. Her eyes widened as she was swept away by her orgasm. He spurted shortly after, thrusting and thrusting like crazy, and then fell to the side, exhausted. When their breathing calmed, he said she was the first woman to orgasm while fucking. I don't have anything to compare it to, she said, and he replied that he had only fucked five or six women, but they all failed to orgasm, only when rubbing the clit selectively. Aha, she said, that's interesting. They cuddled some more, then fell asleep.

The next few days passed quietly, with no special events. Jack wrote a letter to Veronika every other day and called her every Friday. In the evenings, he bathed only briefly and followed Jane to her bedroom to fuck. Jane wanted to try it herself one evening and masturbated him. She was very adept at it, but when she wanted to see exactly how the semen squirted out of the little hole in the glans, the full load splashed onto her face. Her eyes had closed in a reflex, the semen ran over her face. She was told to taste it, how it tasted, and when she tasted it, she frowned at first. Later she said it didn't taste like anything. Now Jack explained to her about mouth fucking, some men liked it better than handjob, so did he. Don't you like to fuck me when I'm menstruating? she asked and he replied in the negative. He admitted that screwing during menstruation repulsed him, secondly there was the admittedly small chance of infection of the woman. No, he much preferred mouth‐fucking during her period.

On another occasion, he tried masturbating Jane with his finger. Her clit looked very different from Veronika's. It was embedded in a thick mass of flesh and only peeked out a tiny bit. Jane's clit, however, stood out prominently from the lean surroundings, clearly visible under a small thin hood. It was just a bit larger than Veronika's and very easy to find. Jack started very carefully and increased the pace in unison to her reactions. He managed it the first time and at her orgasm he continued to rub very gently. Jane liked that a lot, he could tell.

They debated every night, Jane drinking her white wine and putting her leg up on the sofa. Of course, she had no panties on again and let him see the little hole. She kept this habit for the next few years, during their conversations she would casually play with her labia and clit without losing concentration on the topic. She stimulated her clit in the beginning only to the point that it ended up being properly aroused when they went up to fuck. But it also happened that she got too excited, then she pulled up her miniskirt and masturbated lying down. They were both silent, you could only hear her soft panting and the very soft sound that was made when her finger slipped through the wet flesh. It sounded like water bubbling softly. When she came to orgasm, her look became somehow pleading and suffering. He returned that look with an appreciative and affirming expression. Her orgasm while lying lasted only a split second, a loud exhale and then silence. She looked at him each time, depressed, guilty and embarrassed, but in her bright blue eyes the stars twinkled. He smiled at her kindly and approvingly, he loved to watch and she knew it. She pulled both legs up onto the sofa and folded her knees to the side, her pubic opening soft and wide. She proceeded quite deliberately, the clit played along wonderfully and was aroused in no time. Again she got that pleading and suffering expression on her face, begging for climax and suffering at the same time for being so selfish in her desire. She pressed her legs together as she orgasmed and opened them again instantly. Again her expression changed and he stared at her pussy, which twitched and worked mysteriously as long as she touched.

They continued to talk and she played with her clit casually. They both fell silent when she satisfied herself again. Once they talked about it, he said that on the evenings when she masturbated on the sofa, the fucking afterwards was classes better. He had the impression that the more times she had orgasmed beforehand, the better it got. Jane noticed his comment and acted accordingly. She usually masturbated only once while sitting, lying down for the other orgasms. He interrupted the conversation as soon as she lay down and they both kept silent. She orgasmed very quickly while lying down, it rarely lasted more than a minute. She spread her legs so he could get a good look at her masturbating and orgasms. When she sat up again afterwards, stars glowed in her eyes.

Jane took birth control pills with the precision of a Swiss watch, she said emphatically. He questioned until she told him that she had gotten pregnant at the end of their relationship, at 15. She secretly had an abortion and didn't tell her mother until weeks later. That's when she started taking the pill, she only got that with her mother's consent. The pill was quite new on the market, but she relied on it and so far there were no problems with it. She knew that she had gotten screwed a few times on days when she was ready to conceive.

Naomi was horrified, Janet had had sex at 14 or 15 and really enjoyed it she said. Of course, it was a good thing that she was on the pill, because Janet was no longer willing to live chastely. She trusted the pill and hooked up with a lover once or twice a week. Naomi couldn't deny her and would sometimes sneak up to the bathroom to secretly watch her daughter make love and fuck. She had lived asexually all her life, had never masturbated or had an orgasm until now. Her classmates at boarding school always wanted to see, feel or stiffen her big clit. She herself could not do much with the clitoris. But the girls would lie down with her every night to play with her clit. Sometimes she would get very sexually aroused when a girl would vigorously rub her clit like a man's penis. Then little flashes would go through her sex and make her twitch a little, but that was all. One even tried to put Naomi's clit into her vagina and fuck her, but it didn't work, the clit only went in an inch. The fucking was not exciting in the least and lasted way too long. The girl thrust her vagina on her clit and fucked her with increasing excitement. She let the clit penetrate her vagina as deep as it could go and gasped with pleasure and effort. Naomi felt very disgusted, her vagina was wet and slippery and the fat girl lay heavily on top of her as she fucked. Naomi was disgusted because at the same time the girl was playing with herself and gasping in her ear it was coming. It came to her and she plunged her vagina as deep as she could over Naomi's clit. Naomi felt with her clit as the girl quivered and twitched, then it was over. Naomi avoided letting this girl into her bed as often as she could, but she kept coming to fuck. Naomi learned to push her clit deep into the fat girl's vagina until the girl orgasmed and soon didn't find it so disgusting as she felt very pleasant sexual arousal.

When she married Nick, she endured daily being fucked with disgust and after years became pregnant. Her sexual disinterest became a definite rejection, they slept in separate bedrooms, and she was indifferent to Nick fucking the young household help, the simple‐minded Rose day in and day out. If she happened to catch them fucking, she watched curiously but felt no sexual arousal. That only came at night when she stroked her clit and fantasized before falling asleep, but she stopped stroking her clit without climaxing. That came only when she watched Janet and her lovers making love. The men were rubbing their dicks to get hard, Naomi was now trying that with her clit too. She remembered boarding school, the girls had rubbed their clits like this too. Her clit became stiff and long like half her little finger. Every day she increased the clit rubbing, she masturbated the clit like men do their penis, pushed the skin of the clit energetically back and forth, up and down. This is how she experienced her first orgasm. For the last years of her life, she masturbated every night and exploded silently. She liked the way Janet fucked her lover, but felt no pressure at all to be fucked herself.

Jane made Jack fuck her twice. After the first squirt she would take a five minute break, then she would take his flaccid cock in her hand and masturbate it until it was hard again, then he could fuck her a second time. He liked it best when she sat cross‐legged across from him and he could look at her sex as she masturbated him. He was very proud that he could cum twice in one evening like he did with Veronika.

Jane was also happy that she had two orgasms in one evening. Over time, she was able to control her arousal to the point where her orgasm came right before he squirted. The orgasm became a real explosion when he thrust and squirted her wildly in the middle of her orgasm. It was beautiful for both of them.

Jack had been in Hampton for eight weeks now, and the wait for the final court date was wearing him down. Besides, Veronica had told him in whispers that she had been getting towed every Friday after their phone calls. She knew the men, all regulars at the Goldener Hirschen inn, so they were no strangers. She whispered that most of them were just boring fucks, only a few of them did a good job. Jack was very stupid and offended. He also had a girlfriend here in London, he said, and maybe one day he would fuck her. Veronika said only Aha! and nothing else. He was ashamed that he had responded to Veronika's honesty with a lie. After the conversation, he resolved to tell Veronika the truth, but he just couldn't. But he was glad that Veronika was doing well and kept reporting to her about the state of affairs.

The court was finally ready, Jack and Jane had been waiting twelve weeks for this. They went separately, Jane had her own lawyer. Jack was at the posh Regent Street law office an hour before the court date as ordered, he had his nice suit on and Jane was tying his tie knot. He looked very grown up, carrying all the papers and documents in the elegant leather briefcase he had bought with Jane. Rose had cooked another substantial meal, virtually as a second breakfast. But the experienced housekeeper said, eat, children, eat! The trial may take a long time, she growled, stuffing two more sandwiches in the briefcase.

It took exactly an hour for the two smartly dressed lawyers from the firm to join him and escort him to court. The hearing was over much faster than the prelude, he even had to show his passport to see if he was really him. Without much ado, the judge read monotonously from the page, mumbling so indistinctly that Jack had to ask one of his lawyers to repeat the last facts in a whisper. First, Janet's appeal had been favorably decided; Naomi Crawley had, with good reason, maintained and renovated the house. The judge looked up and asked if the other side had any objections. Jack looked his attorney firmly in the eye and he announced that they accepted the court's view. Jack had made it clear to counsel before the hearing that he did not share the view of the Figgs, etc., law firm and insisted on accepting Janet's position. The judge continued, the receipts were only less than Naomi C's withdrawals by about £12,000, so Janet and Jack would each be entitled to £6,000 compensation. The first part of the trial was over in less than 20 minutes. Break, Jack bought a lemonade and two coffees for his lawyers.

Janet joined them and took him aside. I am glad that the renovation work was recognized, she said. He was glad too, because it was very important for her that her mother did not look like a thief. He said he didn't understand about the £6,000, it didn't make sense. She looked at him big, then laughed. Jack, it goes from your left pocket to your right pocket. He looked at her in disbelief and amazement, then realized. They were getting £6,000 each from their account, which they were splitting 50‐50 anyway. Hadn't anyone noticed? Jane murmured softly, the money was not the important thing, she was only concerned with whether her mother had stolen money. The ghastly bell called them back into the courtroom.

After everyone was awkwardly seated again, the judge again read monotonously from the sheet, property by property and each time the full account number of Naomi C. The lawyers dutifully wrote down, property, value and date. They noted the account number only once. The second attorney typed the amounts into his clunky Texas Instruments calculator, Jack could curiously see. The red numbers on the small field of view grew and grew. Then the judge paused and cleared his throat so awkwardly that Jack feared for his health. Then, after another theatrical pause, he read the total off the page. Jack realized it matched the Texas Instruments figure. He leaned toward the lawyer questioningly while the judge let out another torrent of words. Jack recognized only their names, Janet Liliane Crawley and Jacob Nicholas Crawley. The lawyer scribbled on a piece of paper and held it out to him. 24.8M/2.

24.8M/2.

The lawyer made another line under it and scribbled. ‐12,000/2. Jack was close to fainting at the staggering sum and laughed hysterically without making a sound. The minus twelve thousand had brought him back down to earth. He glanced quickly at Jane in the other half of the bench and saw her smiling brightly. She now looked to him as well and sent a kiss through the air. At some point the judge fell silent, a young man in robes nimbly jumped up and shouted something loudly like a herald in a medieval jousting match, then everyone rose and people streamed out. Jack looked at his lawyers, who stowed their papers in their briefcases and nodded to him that they could leave now. The lawyers said they were done here and they were free to go. Jack was uncertain whether they wanted a whiskey or a pound note as a tip, but he refrained from any nonsense. Instead, he asked what would happen next. One of the lawyers explained that the court would send the decisions to the law firm in about a week or 10 days, then the final act would come. The law firm would give him everything in writing, and then they would be done. They would call him and make an appointment. Only now did Jack notice that the lawyer had spoken in flawless German. They shook hands, then the lawyers left. He waited impatiently until Janet and her lawyer ended the conversation with a seal carrier.

Jane said she needed a drink right away and hooked up with the lawyer and Jack left and right. They drank a whiskey, a large glass of white wine and a soda in the bar next to the courthouse. Jack listened politely in silence while Jane talked with her lawyer. The lawyer promised to get back to them as soon as the written documents were available. He kept glancing at his wristwatch and quite soon went his way. Jack knew Jane well enough and waved to the waiter, another wine please. No, thank you, he had more lemonade. Jack said quietly that he was happy for her that her mother's honor had been restored. He regretted how the Figgs law firm had unfairly attacked her and her mother, respectively, but that was before he was involved. Jane looked at him through a veil of tears and said she knew that, he was a kind and honest guy. Then she whispered with a grin, "and a good fucker!"

They finished their drinks and took a cab. Jack actually wanted to take the bus as usual, but Jane insisted on the cab, they could afford it, dammit! They were both shy about bringing up the insanity inheritance specifically. They joked and, grinning, addressed each other by their middle names, Lilly and Nick. To their amazement, Rose was still there, waiting for them with a hot dinner. The housekeeper was all flustered and asked how things had gone in court. Jane casually commented that Mrs. Crawley's honor had been restored and Figgs' insinuations had been dismissed in court. She did not mention the inheritance in a word. Rose gave a little curtsy and said that she had never believed that the former lady had embezzled anything. Then she disappeared into the kitchen and served the supper. She went home at once, for it was already very late and very dark outside.

Rose did not have to puzzle when one of the beds was unused. It wasn't right, she thought, but she pushed those thoughts aside. Brother or not, her young mistress was happy and in love all around. Rose had arrived on duty far too early and had found the two of them sleeping naked on her bed. The boy was well built and had a nice big cock. Rose had of course seen Janet naked many times, she had seen the young lady masturbate in the shower many times, but that was nothing special and didn't interest her, girls just did that. Of course she had continued to watch through the crack in the door, following Janet's masturbation to orgasm, because she couldn't take her eyes off it because it was kind of exciting.

Now Rose stood there for minutes, staring at the erect cock. It was thrillingly stiff and pointed toward the ceiling, seeming more massive and larger to her than her husband's member. Jack turned sideways in his sleep and his glans rested on Jane's butt crease, her knees drawn up in the lateral position. Rose fantasized for a moment that the cock was thrusting forward, into paradise. A blink later Rose saw that the cock had penetrated nowhere and no one was fucking. But the boy woke up and now he pushed his cock under the butt fold, into the vagina. Janet made a few sounds as he penetrated, but she continued to sleep. Jack fucked very slowly and gently, but Janet slowly awoke and clutched her knees with her arms to thrust her cunt wide open for him. It took quite a while and she orgasmed softly sighing, her knees bobbing back and forth violently. Jack held still and squirted into her vagina. He pulled the cock out immediately and rubbed it with one hand very quickly, he squirted thick jets onto her buttock and masturbated for quite a long time until the last drop had splattered onto Jane's buttock. Rose went down quietly like a cat and prepared breakfast.

Rose couldn't get these images out of her head, they popped up every time her husband fucked her hastily and totally unimaginatively at night. She dreamed of Jack's cock fucking Jane very slowly and pulling his cock out to squirt after Jane orgasmed with her legs twitching. She saw Jack masturbating on Jane's butt cheek and squirting in long, thick jets across it. As if in slow motion, she kept Jack masturbating and squirting in rich jets. She kept Jack squirting until she started to orgasm. This was arousing and very exciting. She never got that from her husband. He just wanted to cum quickly and no frills, he was no different than Sir Nick, God rest his soul! However, Sir Nick had fucked her much more often than her husband, often several times in a row, and had watched her masturbate afterwards, greedy and horny, because she did not orgasm while fucking. Unlike her husband, who was neither interested in her masturbating nor in the fact that the lord fucked his wife during the day. She resented her husband for that all her life. He simply wanted to fuck and squirt every night, and that was that!

She had always had a guilty conscience towards her lady, and yet she loved her idolatrously. And when the Lady caught them both — and that happened almost daily — Rose made sure that Sir Nick never noticed his wife. The Lady would watch them curiously until the fucking was over, and quietly leave long before Rose masturbated after squirting. The Lady often asked her if she really liked the sex and what she got out of it. Rose was of very plain disposition and very simple mind. She described the sex in detail with her limited vocabulary and with crude and piggish expressions, since she knew no others. Yes, she liked being fucked a lot and the longer it took him to cum, the better it was for her. She also said that fucking Sir Nick was much better than fucking her good‐for‐nothing husband. The mistress never asked anything regarding masturbation, so Rose left that out. She didn't understand why the mistress detested getting fucked so much and was content with a bit of clit play before falling asleep, she had blushingly confessed that to Rose once.

Years later, when Naomi had discovered masturbation and orgasms, she asked Rose for the first time if she did it to herself. Rose, who took great pride when the lady discussed more than just mundane things with her, confirmed it without hesitation. They talked about details, when and how they did it. One word gave another and the Lady said she would like to see it. This was no problem at all for Rose, she flipped her skirt back and masturbated. Lady Naomi watched her very closely and said she was doing it very differently. For days the issue was settled, but a week later Naomi wanted to see it again, no problem for Rose. After she orgasmed, the lady bent over and examined her cunt very closely. It looks very different from mine, the lady said to Rose and pulled up her skirt with a high red head. She showed her sex and pointed to her big clit, if I tease it a little it will get even bigger! She saw interest and curiosity in Rose's face. She teased her clit for a minute until it was all tight and hard. Rose's eyes got all big, and she just said Oh! I'm doing it very differently than you, Naomi said, hesitating for a long time. Then she grabbed it with her thumb and forefinger and masturbated in her manly way. My lady, Rose groaned, you are doing it like a man! Then she asked if the big clit could squirt like a man, but Naomi shook her head in denial. She had closed her eyes in shame and felt the arousal rising hotly. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't; she had to keep going. She noticed that Rose was also masturbating and this excited her so much that she rubbed herself faster than ever before. She involuntarily held her breath as she exploded. She quickly covered herself and looked at Rose, who took quite a while before she orgasmed. It remained the only time Naomi exposed her sex to Rose. But she demanded more and more often that Rose masturbate in front of her and watched very attentively.

Rose refreshed the images of Janet and her brother fucking when she masturbated and daydreamed afterwards after the brief conjugal fuck. Her husband was usually asleep by then, but she didn't care if he witnessed her masturbation or not. He knew, but he didn't care. He just wanted to sleep after fucking and he had seen Rose's masturbating so often that sleep was more important to him by now.

Jane drank another whole bottle of white wine and smoked. They talked for the first time about the inheritance, which they had yet to pay taxes on. Jane said she wanted to call the tax accountant first thing in the morning, who had already given her mother good advice. But even conservatively estimated, they each received £10 million, Jack said, which was a tremendous sum and could give them a carefree life. But he had set his sights on becoming a doctor, and he wasn't about to give up his dream so easily. Whether he studied in England or back home, it didn't matter to him. Jack looked at Jane from the side. Could she imagine him staying here in this house, their house? Jane immediately said yes, but they could never marry. That weighed on her mind. Yes, if the inheritance was there, she wouldn't need to work at BBC anymore, could perhaps set up a small workshop alongside her studies and start fashion designing. Her eyes lit up quite brightly when she said that we could finish Naomi's project first. The renovation. The new electrical system. Just everything.

While Jane continued to drink silently, Jack took a port from the drinks cabinet and muttered that it was just to celebrate, he didn't usually drink. Jane waved her glass gleefully and elatedly and they toasted each other. Jack was not used to alcohol and he had poured himself a glass to the brim. Still, he thought aloud about how he could manage to stay here and study medicine. Jane encouraged him and held the unfinished business repetitively. They talked again about his staying in the house and she assured them the house was both theirs whether he stayed or not. They agreed to keep the house and finish the renovations Naomi had started. Jack insisted on contributing financially to his stay and wrestled down her resistance. He knew Jane loved him madly and would put up with him, but that was exactly what he didn't want. He was not satisfied until she agreed to the financial contribution. He stood up, leaned over Jane and gave her a long French kiss. Too bad, he said softly, too bad we are brother and sister, too bad we can't marry, too bad we can't have children. Jane squeezed his hand and wept silently. He hugged her until she vigorously wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. Then they returned to the subject at hand.

Jane had tried mouth‐fucking as soon as he had talked about it. That he detested menstrual blood was nothing special to her, because all the men she knew intimately detested it. They had only fucked in her mouth a couple of times and she had to masturbate him in her mouth because she just couldn't do the mouth fucking yet. He said afterwards that it went like that too, she should not blame herself. But today she was disinhibited from the wine and knelt in front of him, she caressed his body, his butt cheeks in love and said she really wanted to do it now. He put his cock completely into her mouth and she enclosed it tightly with her lips. Veronika had never let him penetrate that deep, but Jane wanted to know for sure and pressed firmly on his ass cheeks to make him penetrate deeper. She let him go all the way in, breathing through her nose and engulfing his cock to its full length without gagging. Her fingers clawed at his butt cheeks and pushed rhythmically as she fucked him. He gasped louder and louder and poured out. She swallowed the semen instantly and kept the cock in her mouth until it went limp. They hugged and cuddled, she wanted to know if it was right this way and he nodded in affirmation. She let him doze for fifteen minutes before she stiffened him again with her hand. "I want to fuck with my mouth again," she said, and it went easily this time, she had learned it.

Friday evening he phoned Veronika and reported everything, but did not name a sum. Veronika was content that the court probably needed another two weeks. She was pleased that he got along so well with Janet and understood very well that the most important thing for Janet was to defend her mother's honor. She told him that she was very careful who she let fuck her, every Friday night. He reassured her that it was all right and he wasn't jealous, he was doing quite well with his girlfriend and no, they hadn't screwed yet. The English women are very shy, he claimed. It was already much easier for him to lie to Veronika. What son doesn't lie to his mother about sex? She asked if he would be back soon, and he evaded, saying he wanted to stay until the inheritance matter was settled. She grumbled, but was satisfied with his answer.

Jane went with him to see the accountant, who promised to see to a good solution immediately. He also said that he had always advised Lady Naomi against selling the properties, because cash did not bring in as much as the appreciation, but the lady was unteachable. They then went to that electrical company that her mother had already contacted. All the outdated electrical had to come out and be replaced. New lighting, outlets, new lamps and overhaul of the beautiful antique crystal chandeliers in the two halls. The small garden shed needed to be electrified; she could set up a fashion workshop there, Jack said. And the path to the street also needed to be lit, as did part of the park. They discussed all the details with the project manager, who was able to make them understand that after electrification, it would need a thorough interior renovation. They went home and discussed the interior renovation for hours, they both had quite good ideas and wanted to make the house new and modern. I think, Jack said, your mother will be very proud of you when she looks down on us, on you, after the renovations. He held her tenderly while tears ran down her cheeks. He got a bottle of white wine and they drank until they went upstairs.

He was desperate to do something good for her, she was so vulnerable and gave herself to him willingly, she let go completely and whispered for him to take her, right now, and closed her eyes. He didn't hesitate for a moment and dove. She flinched briefly as his lips tasted her labia. He found the clit instantly and licked her. Jane had never been licked before and enjoyed the unfamiliar caress in wonder. It was a violent, explosive orgasm and she pressed her thighs tightly against his cheeks. He continued without pause and made her explode again. She opened her thighs very wide and pushed her pussy forward demanding. He let his tongue trill on her clit very quickly until she let out a long drawn out scream. The third orgasm was so violent that she pushed him back, writhing and jerking from side to side. She was exhausted to death and immediately fell asleep. He waited a few moments and mounted her. She was very tired from the wild orgasms and desperately resisted dozing off, lying there asleep and allowing herself to be fucked completely passively. Her body had already sunk into a deep sleep and didn't seem to react to the fucking. It was the first time that she really fell asleep while fucking. But her body did respond even in her sleep as he thrust and squirted her quite hard. She also didn't wake up when her body orgasmed ever so slightly before squirting.

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