the mouth. The kiss lingered for far too long than was decent between brother and sister.
Craig thought Margaret looked terrifying. Her dyed blonde hair, the colour of a canary was loose around her shoulders, somehow grotesque against the heavily lined face with the look of rhino hide. She wore a long, loose flowery dress, as if to disguise the fact she had just given birth.
It didn’ t.
“Hello Craig,” she said, going up to him and ruffling his hair.
Her touch made him want to cry and he shrunk away from it. She glared at him, like she was hurt by his rejection.
“Where’s my son then?” Old Jake asked.
“The kids are looking after him.”
“Oh. He’s like them I suppose?”
A dark cloud passed briefly across her face. “Completely. I wouldn’t let them look after him if he weren’t. They never hurt their own, do they?”
“They’re up early. Don’t they normally eat breakfast now?”
“Yeah. But it’s a special breakfast today, isn’t it? They don’t mind waiting, they’re just relaxing downstairs with their baby brother before they eat.”
“So do you like them?” Old Jake asked in lighter tone, nodding his head in the direction of Craig.
“Like them? I love them.”
“Good. But I must say , your choice surprises me. I’d have thought you would’ve gone for the dark haired one. He’s better looking, he’s bigger, stronger and looks healthier.”
“Maybe. But I’ve always had a thing for cute little blondes.”
“Fair enough,” Old Jake laughed. “God, I’m starving, I can’t wait for dinner. Those brothers of ours are sure cooking up something tasty in the kitchen. They don’t need my help though, so I thought I’d pop out here are help you entertain out guests.”
He sat down on the spot on the bench Bish had not long vacated and Margaret sat opposite.
Craig listened to their exchange in disbelief. He still wasn’t getting what the bitch meant about preferring ‘cute little blondes.’
“Why don’t you just let us go?” he said, his head turning one way then the other to plead with both of them. “We won’t tell, I promise.”
W hen he glanced across at Tim, he was out cold again. Craig envied him.
“ Ahhh, he won’t tell,” Margaret said in a bizarre baby voice, her bottom lip protruding in a jokey manner. She leaned over and pinched his cheeks like he was an infant. “Ickle wickle Craigy-waigy won’t tell anybody because he’s such a good boy.”
Her fingers dug into his cheeks and his mouth puckered into a wriggly O.
“Please,” he whimpered, hating himself for shedding yet more tears but unable to stop.
“Shush now, Momma’s gonna make you feel real good baby boy.”
She giggled and got to her feet, leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead. He had an uninterrupted view down the front of her dress as she bent over. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her long tits swung forwards, putting him in mind of socks filled with porridge. The wet lips on his forehead lingered.
Her tongue darted out, hot and slimy on his forehead. Craig groaned in disgust when she licked down the side of his face.
Her breath was sour and he gagged, the stinking trail of spit staining his cheek.
Things got a whole lot worse when she straddled his lap and rubbed those monstrous tits in his face. Her breast milk seeped through the front of her dress, wetting the thin material and brushing damply against his skin.
He recoiled in disgust. She was just fucking nasty , she felt horrific against his bare skin. Losing an arm was child’s play compared to this.
When she reached down into his lap and wrapped her fingers around his flaccid cock, he couldn’t take anymore.
“Get off me, you disgusting whore. ”
On reflection, it probably wasn’t the wisest thing he’d ever come out with.
A range or emotions flashed across her face. Hurt. Disbelief. And finally anger.
“You need to learn some respect, young man.”
She let go of his cock and slapped him hard across
Craig thought Margaret looked terrifying. Her dyed blonde hair, the colour of a canary was loose around her shoulders, somehow grotesque against the heavily lined face with the look of rhino hide. She wore a long, loose flowery dress, as if to disguise the fact she had just given birth.
It didn’ t.
“Hello Craig,” she said, going up to him and ruffling his hair.
Her touch made him want to cry and he shrunk away from it. She glared at him, like she was hurt by his rejection.
“Where’s my son then?” Old Jake asked.
“The kids are looking after him.”
“Oh. He’s like them I suppose?”
A dark cloud passed briefly across her face. “Completely. I wouldn’t let them look after him if he weren’t. They never hurt their own, do they?”
“They’re up early. Don’t they normally eat breakfast now?”
“Yeah. But it’s a special breakfast today, isn’t it? They don’t mind waiting, they’re just relaxing downstairs with their baby brother before they eat.”
“So do you like them?” Old Jake asked in lighter tone, nodding his head in the direction of Craig.
“Like them? I love them.”
“Good. But I must say , your choice surprises me. I’d have thought you would’ve gone for the dark haired one. He’s better looking, he’s bigger, stronger and looks healthier.”
“Maybe. But I’ve always had a thing for cute little blondes.”
“Fair enough,” Old Jake laughed. “God, I’m starving, I can’t wait for dinner. Those brothers of ours are sure cooking up something tasty in the kitchen. They don’t need my help though, so I thought I’d pop out here are help you entertain out guests.”
He sat down on the spot on the bench Bish had not long vacated and Margaret sat opposite.
Craig listened to their exchange in disbelief. He still wasn’t getting what the bitch meant about preferring ‘cute little blondes.’
“Why don’t you just let us go?” he said, his head turning one way then the other to plead with both of them. “We won’t tell, I promise.”
W hen he glanced across at Tim, he was out cold again. Craig envied him.
“ Ahhh, he won’t tell,” Margaret said in a bizarre baby voice, her bottom lip protruding in a jokey manner. She leaned over and pinched his cheeks like he was an infant. “Ickle wickle Craigy-waigy won’t tell anybody because he’s such a good boy.”
Her fingers dug into his cheeks and his mouth puckered into a wriggly O.
“Please,” he whimpered, hating himself for shedding yet more tears but unable to stop.
“Shush now, Momma’s gonna make you feel real good baby boy.”
She giggled and got to her feet, leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead. He had an uninterrupted view down the front of her dress as she bent over. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her long tits swung forwards, putting him in mind of socks filled with porridge. The wet lips on his forehead lingered.
Her tongue darted out, hot and slimy on his forehead. Craig groaned in disgust when she licked down the side of his face.
Her breath was sour and he gagged, the stinking trail of spit staining his cheek.
Things got a whole lot worse when she straddled his lap and rubbed those monstrous tits in his face. Her breast milk seeped through the front of her dress, wetting the thin material and brushing damply against his skin.
He recoiled in disgust. She was just fucking nasty , she felt horrific against his bare skin. Losing an arm was child’s play compared to this.
When she reached down into his lap and wrapped her fingers around his flaccid cock, he couldn’t take anymore.
“Get off me, you disgusting whore. ”
On reflection, it probably wasn’t the wisest thing he’d ever come out with.
A range or emotions flashed across her face. Hurt. Disbelief. And finally anger.
“You need to learn some respect, young man.”
She let go of his cock and slapped him hard across
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