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, as time has now moved on a considerable number of years.
There is an element of cheating and swapping in this story, so if you don't agree with that, you don't have to read it, otherwise, enjoy.
Ch 6
It was another very warm day, about three weeks after Jayne and I, accompanied by her sister Sarah and Rob, had been to 'that' party. When we had returned home, both my wife and Sarah's husband had been very inebriated.
That evening had evolved into spontaneous and unexpected sexual activities that only Sarah and I remembered, which we had agreed to add to our small list of 'secrets' that we held between us and is detailed in the last chapter.
I was sitting out in the garden in just a T shirt and shorts, with a morning cup of coffee and reading a newspaper, while enjoying the warmth of the sun.
"Sarah's got a problem," my wife said, coming out into the garden, having just come off the phone with her sister.
"What sort of problem?" I asked, my guilty conscience already making up bad scenarios.
"There's water dripping from under the basin in the bathroom and Rob is away until Monday at some conference up north."
"Can't she just put a bucket under it for now," I said, relieved but aware that her problem could soon become mine.
"She has of course," Jayne said, a little testily, "but she is worried that it might get worse and flood the bathroom."
"How about a plumber?"
"It's Saturday isn't it, not only would it cost a fortune to get an emergency call-out at a weekend, but I doubt we could even find one available," Jayne said.
I noticed the change now to 'we'.
I knew where this was going, and as I am a practical guy and had done lots of plumbing work in our own home, and we were family after all, I thought I would earn a few 'brownie points' by volunteering before Jayne asked me to.
"So, do you want me to go round there and see if I can do something?" I asked, standing up slowly.
"Oh, would you, that would be the nice thing to do and perhaps I might reward you later," she said, coming over and hugging me, pressing herself against me.
I reciprocated by putting my arms round her, my hands on her firm bottom and pulling her closer towards me. My cock immediately reacted.
"Oh no," she said gently, beginning to push me away with a twinkle in her eye, "after, not before."
"Hmmm," I said, as I reluctantly released her.
"I tell you what, it's such a nice day, I'll and come with you and bring the children, then I can look after their cousins too so that they are not under your feet while you see if you can sort something out for Sarah."
"That sounds like a plan, perhaps you can take them all to the park just down the road, they can let off some steam, so they are tired later," I said, winking at her.
"Yes, maybe," she chuckled.
"How about you ring your sister back while I go and find some tools and bits and pieces that I might need."
"OK, and thank you," she said, returning to the house.
I wandered off to the garage and filled my toolbox with everything I thought I might need, not sure what might be at Sarah and Rob's house. I knew he wasn't much of a 'do-it-yourself' man, and probably hadn't got much in the way of plumbing tools or spare bits and pieces.
By the time I had done that, Jayne had the children ready, who were excited at the unexpected visit to see their cousins. Being a warm day, none of us were wearing many clothes, mostly T shirts of assorted colours, and shorts.
Jayne looked good in her mid-thigh denim shorts, with her long legs, tanned from often being out in the sun. After having two children each, the two sisters still visit the gym regularly together, keeping their bodies in trim. As I have mentioned in previous chapters, Jayne has a slim figure, with smaller breasts than red-haired Sarah, who has fuller figure, but both of them look fit and several years younger than their actual age.
It didn't take long to drive to Sarah's, and as we pulled onto the drive, she opened the door of the house and our two children were quickly out of the car to go and see their cousins, leaving us adults to get out with a little more decorum.
"Hi Sarah," I said, giving her the usual kiss on her cheek, followed by Jayne doing the same.
"Thanks for coming over," she said, looking a little worried.
"It's no problem," I said, casting my eyes over Sarah's skimpy tight top and short flowery skirt. It was clear she hadn't bothered with a bra as I could see the soft outline of her nipples under the top.
"We've made it into a little outing for the children, and I'll keep an eye on them all while Pete sees what he can do," Jayne said.
"Oh that's great," Sarah replied.
Sarah rarely missed anything and had seen me eying her up and gave a small enigmatic smile before inviting us into the house.
"So, what's the problem?" I asked, once inside.
"It'll be easier if you come and take a look, it's a leak of some sort under the basin in our en-suite bathroom."
"Go and have a look, then come and tell me what you think," Jane said, "I'll take the children out into the garden."
"Right, lead on, Sarah," although from the many previous visits, I knew where it was, but I had never been into their bedroom before and it felt like a personal space I needed to be invited into.
Sarah went up the stairs with me following. The higher she got, the more of her thighs I could see under that short, loose, skirt. I slowed down and let her get another step ahead of me and it was then I caught a flash of white lacy knickers, hugging her bottom. At that moment, she turned and glanced back...damn, caught again.
"Incorrigible," she said, quietly, with a grin, and continued up the stairs to the first-floor landing.
She led the way into their bedroom, all neat and tidy as if no one ever used the room, then into the attached bathroom.
"It's under here," she said, crouching down and pointing through the doors of a small floor-standing cupboard with a basin inset into the top.
I was tempted to get another eyeful as her skirt had ridden up her thighs, but having just been caught I decided to concentrate on the problem.
I could see she had indeed put a small bucket under the leak, and it was slowly being filled by a constant heavy drip of water.
"I'll have to go and get a torch so I can see what's going on," I said.
"I've got one here I was using, but it's very awkward to see under there."
As with most of these units, you have to squeeze in on your back to be able to look upwards under the basin at the connections to the tap. I moved the bucket out of the way and prepared to get wet as I didn't want to turn the water off at the mains until I had seen where the leak was coming from.
I took the torch off her and lying down on the floor, slid my shoulders into the base of the unit. As I expected I started to feel the drip of chilly water on my chest.
"Sorry, you're going to get very wet," Sarah said, crouching down to look into the unit.
With her knees pointing towards me, it was very distracting, as now I had a clear view right up her skirt to the lacy white knickers I had glimpsed earlier. However, the constant drip of water on me focussed my attention on seeing where the water was coming from before I drowned.
"Ahh, I can see it," I said.
