A Very English Family Ch. 02

He stood up and there across his groin was the extensive tent that his penis was raising, one that he now outlined by holding his hand astride his cock.

I simply couldn't help but join in and I too stood up and echoed his actions, now with a cock that was entirely erect.

"Bloody hell, all this sex is catching, isn't it?" I said as I ran my hand up and down my stiff penis, "You'd think that we had enough last night!"

"I could do it all over again right now!" said Andy and as he thrust his hips forward he stepped around the table -- just as I did too.

And at that same moment I happened to mime jerking off and as my hand waved in his direction I accidentally stroked the back of my hand against his protuberance. Before I could pull my hand back Andy grabbed it and held it firmly against his arousal. I felt the solidity of his hard penis though the thin material of his shorts.

"Uhhh," he grunted as my hand pressed against him, "I thought you were just going to grab me!"

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to," I spluttered but Andy now released my hand and held his own hands up.

"No worries," he said placidly, "I didn't mind, in fact it actually felt good -- you know how it is -- when you've got a hard-on, anything that touches it is good!"

We smiled knowingly at each other but as we did so our eyes kept flashing downwards to scan each other's jutting penis.

"Do you want to do it again?" asked Andy as he held his hand out towards me and I felt myself nodding quickly.

A moment later he was thrusting his bulging shorts at me, his hands holding the material so that his cock was clearly outlined.

"Come on, touch me," he said softly, "I want to feel you touch me."

I'd begun shivering inside, perhaps shocked by this turn of events and yet immensely turned on too. My own penis was straining against my shorts as I tentatively reached out again.

"Come on, don't worry, I won't bite!" Andy said, his voice all soothing.

A moment or two later and my fingers surrounded his material-clad cock, a cock that jerked as I touched it and which seemed to stiffen too.

"That's nice," breathed Andy, "Get your fingers on either side. Yeah, like that, now stroke it for me!"

At that moment I felt Andy's hand find my erection too and embolden by his touch I explored further, feeling his lengthy shaft, his bulbous knob and then his tight balls.

"Oooh Chris, I like it!" he breathed, "Don't you feel good too!"

Quietly but with growing enthusiasm we explored, our hands squeezing, massaging and caressing each other's cock as we stood there in the kitchen and enjoyed our moment of brotherly love.

Every so often our hips would thrust forward or we'd take a deep breath or release air with a shudder, but it wasn't long before I began getting too hot and too excited.

I stopped stroking him, admittedly reluctantly and stepped away, quickly picking up my coffee mug by way of distraction.

"What's up -- too much for you is it?" asked Andy, his own hand now sliding over his own swollen flesh and I nodded.

"I was sort of getting too close," I admitted, "That was nice but it was so different -- so exciting that I almost -- almost, ummm."

"Almost shot off?" asked Andy knowingly and with a broad smile, "See -- I can say it! You don't have to be embarrassed; I think I'd have cum too if we'd gone on much longer."

I didn't know what to say or do now so I sat down instead but Andy moved until he stood right in front of me.

"Don't you want to carry on?" he asked, his erection still as firm as before, "You can make me cum even if you want to cum."

With that he found his zipper and undid his shorts which slid quickly to the floor and a moment or two later his bare penis was there before me, pointing right at me! His cock was very much like mine; a bouquet of curling pubes, a smooth straight shaft and a knob that at that moment was half covered by his foreskin. The lips at the tiny mouth on the tip were apart I noticed but flushed with a small smear of precum. He thrust his cock forward and as he did so his foreskin rolled back to expose the rest of his smooth and shiny knob that now looked impressively sexy.

"How does it look?" he asked, "Nice?"

I nodded and smiled and licked my lips then shook my head as I wondered how we'd reached this point.

"Not here -- put it away!" I hissed, "The others will be coming down soon."

"We'll hear them," he said, "Come on, just rub it for me -- I've got to get rid of a load. Just for a bit -- it won't take long."

"What -- you want me to make you cum?" I asked, my hands dithering, "You want me to rub you?"

"Yeah, why not?" he asked, his voice pleading just as his hands were reaching for mine, "Come on, please."

He began stroking his own penis and now a little ooze of precum bubbled forth, a small offering that was soon spread over his knob.

Andy was standing less than an arm's length from me now and if I'd have leaned forward his cock would be right in my face but I was still somewhat reticent. I was open enough about sex to enjoy it thoroughly but I'd never had anything to do with another man before and I wasn't sure how to continue, or even if I should do so. But I was still interested enough to want things to continue...

"Come on, just do it for me," implored Andy, his hand still rubbing his shaft, "Please Chris, just for a bit."

Despite my reluctance I found my hand rising and as it did so Andy's own hand left his cock and pulled me to it, his fingers wrapping mine around his naked erection.

"Ooooh heck, I don't know if I should be doing this," I breathed as his hand guided my actions, "What if...what if Mum...oh God!"

"I'll finish before she comes down," breathed Andy, his voice betraying his arousal, "Ahhh, don't stop -- that feels so bloody nice!"

I couldn't really stop with his hand on top of mine and anyway, there was something special; something very different about feeling another man's hard penis. I was actually starting to hope to see him erupt now and I could feel my own cock straining inside my shorts.

My spare hand began caressing my own erection again, an action that caused my hips to roll and to press my cock up against my touch and while I was doing so I discovered that it was now my hand alone that was rubbing Andy's cock.

I recovered my senses to see that Andy had one hand at his groin now, his fingers stroking his abdomen alongside his cock as he thrust it through my fist. His other hand was holding and massaging his balls, his ecstasy easy to see as his face contorted with his arousal.

My own hand was still stroking his penis, my movements faster and more energetic now and I couldn't stop myself -- I knew that I was going make him erupt very soon and somehow I just had to see him do it.

It was at that moment that we heard footsteps above us and we both looked up at the ceiling as if to be able to see who it was.

"Shit!" I gasped as I went to pull my hand away, "Put it away!"

It was obviously Mum after she'd finished her morning ablutions and was preparing to come downstairs.

"No -- don't stop...quick -- harder!" gasped Andy, his urgent hand quickly holding and guiding mine, "Oh God, here it cums!"

"Not here -- not now!" I gasped, suddenly realising that, with just seconds to spare, there would soon be spunk everywhere, "Stop it!"

"I can't!" grunted Andy as he wrenched his cock from my grasp, "Can't stop -- oh God -- it's cumming!"

Then, with sudden presence of mind he picked up one of the mugs and held it up to his cock while his other hand continued to jerk his shaft rapidly. A moment later and a strong jet of cum shot into the mug, splashing drops of coffee and cum all over the table. Another one followed, and another and another and then Andy was stripping the last of his cum onto his fingers and tucking his cock back into his shorts.

Quickly he placed the mug back on the table, raised his fingers to his mouth, licked up the few small bubbles of cum, zipped up his shorts, swiped a cloth over the table and sat down beside me just moments before Mum appeared in the doorway.

"Hello boys," she said enthusiastically as she gazed out of the kitchen window, "What a lovely morning! Oh isn't it wonderful now that we're living here!"

We answered in kind because truthfully we too were revelling in our new surroundings as we wondered what we'd find out there in and around the area. It was certainly going to be a whole new world to us, but then Mum interrupted our musing.

"Any cereals around?" she asked but we both looked vague.

"They're in that box," said Andy as he pointed to a box on top of several others, "I found them but I didn't know which cupboard to put them in."

"Never mind, I'll make do with coffee," she said, "Do you want a cup -- oh, you've already got some. I'll get my own and join you."

With that she turned away from us just as Andy pressed my mug into my hands.

"Here's yours, come on drink up, it'll get cold," he said as he lifted his own mug.

"Ah cheers," I said as I lifted it to my lips and took a big swig.

Then I paused, the mouthful still in my mouth as the taste and smell of sex enveloping me. I think I was about to spit it out when Andy's elbow nudged me in the ribs and I swallowed quickly and unintentionally, realising immediately as I did so that I was drinking Andy's cum.

I turned and glared at him but he was busy, his face almost hidden as he held his own mug up high and drained it, then he plonked his mug down onto the table.

"Come on, finish it up then I'll make you another one," he said, his eyes creased with smiles.

There wasn't much left in my mug so I did so, noticing as I put my mug down that there was a bubble of cum still clinging inside and realising that the rest of his cum was now inside me. I felt my stomach squirming with distaste for a moment before I told it to settle down -- his diluted cum hadn't entirely poisoned me!

"Oh, there's a bit of something stuck in there," said Andy as he picked up our mugs, "I'll rinse it out for you."

And then he got up and moved to the sink where water was soon flowing but as he washed and then refilled our mugs so Mum came and sat down beside me with her coffee.

"So, how are you two settling in?" she asked, "I see you found everything you need but it's very different here, isn't it?"

"Sure is!" I exclaimed as I thought back over the past few hours, "Nothing's the same, not that I'm complaining."

Then Mum turned to me and whispered in my ear.

"Have you talked about it?" she asked, "You know, about the sex and who sleeps where and all that?"

I nodded my head while thinking that I could hardly explain to Mum what had just happened here in the kitchen.

"Yeah, we've actually had quite a good talk," I admitted, "It's going to be brilliant!"

Mum turned and kissed me deliciously, her lips warm, soft and slippery.

"I'm so pleased that you two are good with it," she said, "I don't want any jealousy -- I think there's more than enough of everything here keep everyone happy!"

Andy now had our second mugs of coffee in his hands and Mum stood up and let him sit down beside me while she stood at the end of the table. I let my eyes roam up and down her body, taking in her smooth sleek thighs, her strong hips inside her cute little shorts, shorts cut so high at the crotch as to unintentionally reveal the powder blue material of her knickers, her slim exposed waist, her little dimpled navel and then the swell of her substantial breasts that overshadowed everything. She was wearing a towelling top and obviously had no bra on; I could tell that from the way her breasts swayed and the way her nipples stretched the material. She stood there as we both admired her and smiled warmly and graciously down on us.

"My two big strong men," she said, her voice oozing honey, "This is going to be such a perfect place for us all. And I'm so pleased that you've been able to talk about what we've been up to."

She paused as she sipped her own coffee, her eyes moving back and forward between us, then she continued.

"So you both know that down here I want us to be more sexually active," she added, "And by us I mean all of us -- your sister included...and it doesn't look as if either of you are going to object."

We shook our heads to confirm our approval and Mum smiled broadly.

"Good -- I should hope not!" she said, "And I want no jealousy."

We shook our heads energetically again.

"Because Chris is the oldest he sleeps with me from now on," said Mum, laying down some rules, "And really it would be absolutely lovely if we could all sleep together in the same bed but that's not really possible, is it?"

She paused as we shook our heads again and as she drank some coffee.

"So since he's with me, you'll be with Sarah," she added as she looked at Andy, "That way at least no-one's being left out."

I was sure that Mum's nipples had grown as she stood there but then her words distracted my gaze.

"Hopefully we can all get along together and if anyone wants to swap over then it'll just be fine but like I said, no jealousy," she continued, "And for heaven's sake don't let the neighbours find out!"

She laughed and we joined in before Mum's brow creased and her nose lifted as she sniffed the air.

"There's a smell of sex down here," she said, her eyes flitting between us, "What have you two been up to?"

Andy and I looked at each other, then we both shrugged our shoulders.

"Nothing Mum, honest. We just got excited when we talked about what happened last night and upstairs," said Andy.

"Nothing indeed -- well something happened," asked Mum, "That's cum I can smell -- someone's been more than just excited. Someone's spilt a load down here, haven't they?"

Andy's glowing cheeks and the way he held his head told Mum all she needed to know, well almost all.

"It was you was it? Did you did it yourself?" she asked, sounding all soft and sexy, "I mean, did you jerk off before Chris came down?"

"No, it wasn't like that," said Andy as he shook his head.

"Well I don't care when you did it but I don't suppose he'd have appreciated it if he'd come down and seen you beating your meat when all he wanted was his coffee," she added firmly, "You know how Chris loves his coffee in the morning!"

Andy spluttered redly, then burst out laughing and I couldn't help but join him, leaving Mum staring at us with a frown on her brow.

"What's so funny?" she asked, "Well come on, tell me? What happened that was so laughable?"

"We got talking about this morning, you know, what happened upstairs this morning that is," said Andy, "And we both got all excited and, and..."

He looked at me for approval and having seen me smile he continued.

"...and we sort of played for a bit and Chris helped me jerk me off -- well, I did most of it," he said, "And it was great because we weren't embarrassed about it -- well, not too much."

Mum was now smiling enigmatically while her eyes cast around.

"You didn't make a mess did you? You didn't get it on my nice clean floor I hope," she asked, "Or on the towels -- they're all clean too."

Andy shook his head, his face creased with laughter.

"No I didn't, well, not much," he said, "Chris drank it all in his coffee!"

Mum's mouth fell open in astonishment until she remembered to close it, then she shook her head.

"You didn't, did you?" she asked eventually, her tongue licking her lips as she looked at Andy, "You shot off in his coffee?"

"It was your fault -- you came down too soon," said Andy, "I had to let it go somewhere and his mug was handy. It was either that or, oh I don't know, shoot it everywhere."

"I don't know, leave you two together for half an hour and what happens?" she said, then she looked pensive.

"Was it tasty Chris?" she asked and I nodded, perhaps unintentionally.

It hadn't been all that bad even if the taste of his cum still lingered in my mouth, even now.

"You could have saved some for me," she said, her eyes creased with smiles -- then she turned all serious.

"Don't you two dare go turning gay on me!" she said, "Sarah and I are going to need both of you."

"No, we were just playing," I managed to say, "Just having a bit of fun really -- letting off steam."

"Letting off something!" added Mum, "I wish I'd been able to watch."

Her face was all smiles now and her eyes had that look of sex in them, a warm wicked wanton look of desire and fun.

"Actually -- if you two do play together then that's fine by me -- I won't object," she said, "Just so long as you leave plenty for us ladies."

"I could probably do it again!" said Andy eagerly rising from his seat, "Do you want me to try?"

Both Mum and I laughed at his enthusiasm but Mum calmed him down.

"No darling -- another day perhaps -- soon I hope," she said, "We've got loads of other things to do first."

She waved her hand around generally indicating the bags and boxes of possessions that needed putting in their rightful places and before long she was marshalling us, guiding us to the appropriate boxes and rooms and corners and cupboards and gradually the disorder turned into some semblance of order and the kitchen and then the lounge, the hallway and then the utility room began to look less like empty shells and more like a home.

In the middle of our efforts Sarah appeared and with perfunctory greetings she settled herself in a corner of the kitchen where she could wake up, drink her coffee and watch us at work.

She too was dressed much like Mum, their stretchy towelling tops seemingly 'the thing' to wear -- much to my pleasure. Both their tops were cropped to reveal the girls' midriffs but even if they did cover their breasts they at least clung to and revealed their curves and delicious mounds. The shape of Sarah's nipples was just visible whereas Mum's nipples now stuck out proudly, aroused by her movements and efforts and as she insisted on standing wherever we were, her generous breasts often distracted me.

I soon had to remember what to concentrate on after I bounced painfully off a door frame one time, my attention being almost entirely lost.

Lunchtime arrived eventually, by which time Sarah had awakened enough to join in and we'd pretty well sorted out the chaos by the time Mum told us to have a break.

We gathered again in the kitchen; the room being spacious enough for a table and six chairs now as well as a good array of worktops and cupboards. It had been one of the aspects of the property that has swayed Mum's decision to buy it; she was a skilful and eager cook and the space would enable her family to near her as she prepared meals. Andy and I also approved because the fridge, the food and the chilled drinks were closer to hand.

"Only sandwiches for now," said Mum as she placed several plates piled high on the table, "I'm still finding things and I'm not even sure what's left in the freezer."

What she'd produced was more than just a snack to be honest and she'd added cans of beer for us two boys and glasses of wine for herself and Sarah -- then she sat down and joined us.

"Thank you boys, you've been so good," she said, her smiling face a warm and delightful visage, "I'll make sure you get a decent meal tonight."

The twinkle in her eyes told me that there was more to her words than just the promise of food.

We munched in companionable silence until the plates were empty, then Mum noticed that Sarah was squirming as if she was uncomfortable.

"What's up love," she asked innocently.

"I'm a bit sore," breathed Sarah, just mouthing her reply in an aside to Mum, but Mum blew her cover.

"Sore did you say?" she said loudly, "Hardly surprising after last night, is it!"

"MuuUUuuM!" groaned Sarah, covering her face with her hands, "Shut up, for heaven's sake!"