All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story are over 18 years of age.
The first three chapters were based on a real event that happened in 1969, that is burned into my memory, when, bear in mind, there was no internet where anyone could readily obtain information as you can today. Only the detailed descriptions have been embellished to make a more readable story (my memory isn't that good). Reading these previous chapters may give you a better insight into the story background. There is an element of cheating in the story, so if you don't agree with that, you don't have to read it, otherwise, enjoy.
Part 4
At the end of part 3 of the story, I brought readers up to date with what had happened since, as an 'epilogue', it read like this...
'Sarah went off to University later in the year.
I did marry Jayne the following year, with Sarah as the chief bridesmaid. She is of course, now my sister-in-law.
Sarah talks to me as a close friend and confides in me if she needs advice, or just to talk things through. She knows she can talk to me about anything. She has often visited and stayed at our house with me and Jayne.
She found a good guy and got married herself when she finished University, and now, like us, has two children and is very happy.
Our two families sometimes go on holiday together and often meet at family gatherings, where sometimes she gives me a look, directly into my eyes, I think she is telling me that she remembers, but she has never mentioned it again, and we have not had any further sexual relationship...so far...'
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At the time, I didn't expect anything more to happen and it would remain just a memory.
The events in the previous chapters had taken place over a few weeks, about a year before Jayne and I had married and then subsequently had children. It was a good memory, shared only with Sarah, my now sister-in-law, that I admit I thought about from time to time. I did wonder if she ever thought about it, but although, as I mentioned, she sometimes gave me a strange look when we were at family gatherings, it hadn't gone further than that, so I didn't know if she did or not.
I didn't realise that I was about to find out...
Jayne and I had waited just over four years before having our first child, and Sarah had got married to Rob the following year when she was 25. Unlike us, she became pregnant very quickly, a bit of a waste of that University Degree I thought, but they seemed happy enough with the situation. A second child followed for both of us couples, so there wasn't much of an age difference between Rob and Sarah's children and our own. This meant that the two sisters had plenty in common and spent a lot of time helping each other out with child-minding and the like.
Family gatherings were great, and the grandparents loved having four grandchildren to spoil and fuss over.
Unfortunately, fate played a bad hand a few years later.
Jayne and Sarah's dad keeled over one day with a fatal heart attack. We all rallied round to support their mom over the following weeks and months, but it was never the same.
After about nine or ten months, she decided she wanted to move to a smaller house, and with help from us all, finally chose a small bungalow in the same area.
Rob and I took a few days off work, and we all took turns, as couples, to help her with the packing, moving, and trying to downsize the considerable amount of 'stuff' they had accumulated. We took turns to look after each other's children, who had a fun time playing games with each other, while the other couple were occupied at the house with their mother. It was hot work in the warm July weather, running up and down stairs with various items destined either for her new bungalow, the charity shop or for disposal to the nearby rubbish tip, whichever she decided, but between us all, we managed it ok.
We finally got their mom installed in her new home, and there were only a few things left to sort out in the old house before the new owners were going arrive in a few days time.
"Pete, could you give Sarah a bit of help tomorrow afternoon? She wants to go and check that nothing has been overlooked and also take a vacuum cleaner, to do a final clean around the place. The house clearance guys are coming the day after to get rid of all the heavy furniture and beds that Mom doesn't want," Jayne said, the evening we had made a final trip to the rubbish tip.
"Isn't Rob around then?" I asked.
"No, he has to go to some sort of work related, all-day meeting, that he says he can't get out of, and I am going to look after all the children," she said.
As we only had one car each, it wasn't unusual to be helping out by giving a lift to each other and it seemed to balance out over the year.
"Yea, ok, I did have a few things planned as I thought we had finished, but sure, I can do that, then I guess it's finally all over with, and the new owners will be moving in," I said.
She was quiet for a moment, and catching on to her suddenly sad mood, I realised I had been a bit insensitive. To me it was just a house where she and her family had lived, but to her, it was where she had grown up, had built lots of memories and was much more personal.
"Sorry," I said, going over to give her a hug, "I understand its the end of an era for you and Sarah, would you prefer to go with her, and I'll look after the children?"
"I know it is a bit silly, but I said my own goodbyes to the house the last time we were there, I don't want to go back again, you take Sarah and finish off," she said, softly.
"Well, I am sorry I upset you," I said giving her a final squeeze, "I'll go and call her and let her know it's ok."
"No need, I already told her you would" she said, a faint smile now crossing her face, "you're picking her up at 2:30 pm."
"Ah, so it's a 'fait accompli' anyway," I said, smiling back, glad to see she was recovering her normal demeanour.
That was how things happened between us sometimes, so I wasn't particularly surprised that it had been arranged between them already.
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The following afternoon, dressed in some old shorts and T shirt, I drove the few miles to Rob and Sarah's house, arriving at the appointed time and pulled onto their empty driveway. Sarah had obviously been waiting for me, as the front door opened, and she came out as I turned off the engine and got out of the car.
She was now in her early thirties, but looked younger than that in the tight, yellow, shorts and white, T shirt, top she was wearing. She had always kept her red hair at shoulder length and although she had more of a fuller figure than Jayne, they both kept in good shape with regular visits to the gym together.
She came to greet me, and as she came towards me, I became aware that she wasn't wearing a bra under her T shirt, as her breasts, which were always bigger than Jayne's, were moving freely under her top as she walked. I also noticed that the sun had brought out the freckles on her face and nose, which made her look even younger.
"Hi Pete," she said, giving me the usual hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Hi," I said back, putting my arms around her and feeling her unfettered breasts squash against my chest.
"The vacuum cleaner is by the door if you could just put it into the car," she said, pulling away, turning round, and starting to walk back towards the house, her light slip-on sandals slapping on the concrete.
I didn't move for moment, as I was busy taking in her shapely bottom in those tight little shorts. She obviously thought it was going to be hot again today and had dressed accordingly.
Our two families had been on holiday together several times, and last year she had worn the sexiest green bikini I had ever seen her wearing, that totally matched her green eyes. She had caught me staring one day and although she hadn't said anything, I knew she had caught me out by the little grin that had crossed her face before I could look away.
"Pete, I think you are staring again," she said, without even looking back.
Damn, these women must have eyes in the back of their heads I thought, as an involuntary blush coloured my face at being caught out again. I am sure she probably wouldn't have said anything if Rob had been around, even though it was just good-natured banter.
I collected the vacuum cleaner put it into the boot and then opened the passenger door for her to get in.
"Thank you, kind sir, I could get used to having a chauffeur open doors for me," she chuckled, as she slid into the seat pulling her long bare legs after her. I tried not to look too interested, but probably failed, although it appeared she hadn't noticed.
