When Is A Niece Not A Niece? free porn video

As usual, the RAF C130 flight back from Africa was as boring as fuck and very uncomfortable. Anyone complaining about airline seats should be forced to spend nine hours sat on webbing straps. Finally, at just gone midnight, we touched down at RAF Brize Norton to the west of London. There were no TV cameras or flag-waving wives and girlfriends to greet us, just bored looking RAF movements staff and a line of buses - my unit hadn't officially been in Sierra Leone.

By 0500 on that July Friday morning, we were de-bussing at our barracks and dragging kit off Army trucks. "Listen in!" screamed the RSM, "Weapons to the armoury, make sure they're well oiled, sort your shit then get some scran down your necks. Parade at 1400 in the gym for the CO's address."

We were well aware of the routine but RSMs like to shout and bluster. The CO rambled on for half an hour - great work, credit to the regiment, no discussing our deployment, blah, blah. I only perked up when he said, "Three weeks leave." Very fucking generous. After a five-month deployment where we worked 7 days a week, that's the equivalent of a civvy working seven days a week and getting two hours off on a Sunday afternoon. Still, better than fuck all.

Most of the lads were heading off to parents, wives or girlfriends. I had none of those. My parents were dead and my girlfriend dumped me two months into the deployment. I phoned my sister, Steph, who lived near Norwich in deepest Norfolk. We'd never really got on but she was all I had. When I was eight and she was sixteen we lived with our parents on a farm just outside of Cambridge. We didn't own the farm, our father was a basic farm labourer and we lived in a small cottage that came with the job. He was proud of our working-class roots and wouldn't hear of us going to university. Steph planned her escape. One warm evening in June, aged sixteen years and four months, she got permission for a sleepover at her friend's house. She and Emma raided the wardrobe of Emma's older sister, put on make-up and hit the town. By midnight they were in the apartment of two wealthy students being fucked stupid. One of them, Charles, did the right thing and married Steph two days after her s*******nth birthday and a few weeks before baby Eloise was born.

Charles was a twat but a rich twat. His father was President of a merchant bank and owned a dozen sugar beet farms that fed the vast sugar factory outside Norwich.

"Hello, sis," I said when she answered.

"I thought you were fucking dead," she said by way of greeting.

"They'd have told you," I said, "You're listed as my next of kin."

"Hmmph," she grunted, "Not even a fucking postcard?"

"Weren't allowed, you know the score."

"Oh yeah, superman in his secret regiment. Why couldn't you have joined the Catering Corps like a normal bloke?"

"Guess I'm not normal."

"And you missed Eloise's 18th last month, same as usual."

"Shit, I'll pick something up on the way."

"S'pose that means you're looking for somewhere to crash then?"

"Just for a few days, until I sort myself out."

"Where are you? Or is it still a PO box number?"

"About six hours away. It'll be well past midnight when I get to you."

There was a pause before she said, "You'll be in the main guest bedroom. Top of the stairs, first door on the right. There's a key safe to the right of the front door. The code is 7312. Inside the door on the left is an alarm panel. You have thirty seconds to enter the same code on the keypad. I'll see you in the morning." The line went dead.

The afternoon was spent washing kit, squaring everything away and the drag of a post-deployment medical. "Any problems or issues, Corporal Dennison?" asked the MO.

"No sir," I replied.

"Let me check the wounds you received early on, left leg and arm it says here."

"It was just grenade shrapnel," I said, "Mostly stitches."

"You weren't casevacced?"

"No sir, two weeks light duties."

As he checked them he said, "You kept up to speed on the anti-malarial tablets?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Any unprotected sex?"

"Not with the locals, Sir."

"Ah yes...," he said, "I heard your squadron spent some time billeted alongside some French nurses."

I just grinned. At the Regimental HQ, I joined a line of others at a series of desks. At the first, I picked up a leave application that had been pre-completed with the dates and pre-authorised. I scribbled down Steph's address and signed it.

"You need a rail warrant, Dennison?" asked the Chief Clerk.

"No, I'm driving, Chief."

"Off you fuck then," said the RSM from behind me.

Mid-evening I dropped Dave Higgins at his house in Bristol where he was greeted by his sexy wife. That diversion and the jackknifed truck on the M25 meant it was just before two in the morning when my tyres crunched to halt on the curved gravel driveway. Although Charles was pretty gormless, I admired the way he'd stood up to his parents who had wanted to pay Steph off. Actually, they seemed to have a good marriage, Eloise and this big country house. Hauling my bag off the back seat of my diesel Ford Focus, the security lights on the house lit up a Range Rover, a BMW M5 and a very new looking Mini Cooper.

Inside the quiet house, I dumped my bags in the huge marble entrance hall and went for a wander. In the kitchen, I made a smoked salmon sandwich before pouring myself a large Macallan Rare Cask malt in the library. Some soldiers can sleep standing up but I'm one of those who has to wind down first. Geordie Bartlet was the master. After a massive firefight, he could lay down, close his eyes and be asleep in two minutes. It would take me six hours. I'd only been here once before, about eight years ago.

I was woken by the sound of curtains being drawn and a young voice saying, "Morning, Uncle Bob."

Pushing myself up onto my right elbow, I blinked at the bright sunlight. Squinting, I said, "Eloise?"

As she put two mugs on the antique bedside table she said, "I'm surprised you recognised me."

"Don't you fucking start," I groaned, "I had enough grief off your mother on the phone yesterday!"

"Yeah, well, I'm not her thankfully," she grinned. Fuck me, she was gorgeous. Last time I saw her, years ago, she was gawky with spots and braces on her teeth. Now, she was a graceful swan with long chocolate brown hair, big round brown eyes and high cheekbones. She was wearing pyjama shorts with a top that was at least one size too small that accentuated her B-cup tits. I forced myself not to stare too long at the bumps caused by her nipples.

"Really?" I said, "My little pony?"

"Fuck off," she laughed. Sitting on the bed she said, "I didn't know if you wanted tea or coffee so I made both. I'll drink whichever you don't want. How long are you staying?"

"Just a couple of days. I've got three weeks leave, maybe I'll go hiking in Scotland."

"No wife or girlfriend?"

"Not any more."

Eloise looked at as if she was thinking then got up saying, "Back in a mo."

While she was gone I pondered how Steph, who was fairly plain and Charles, who was a typical Hooray Henry and probably inbred, had managed to produce such a beautiful creature. After a piss in the en-suite bathroom, I pulled on a pair of shorts. Through the open bedroom door, I could hear raised voices downstairs. Back on the bed, I checked for emails on my phone. "Have you got your passport with you?" asked Eloise as she walked back and resumed her seat on the bed.

"Always. Even on leave, we can be told to head for the nearest airport. Happened to me once in Athens. I got a message saying 'get your ass to Cyprus'. Why?"

"Sunday, we fly to grandpa's villa in Tuscany for two weeks. Mum says you can come."

"Really?" I laughed.

"Oh, she took some persuading. I told her that she's always complaining that we never see you and that you deserve a good break after defending Queen and country. There are plenty of flights into Florence." Touching my arm she said, "Please say you'll come?"

Just that touch made my cock stir. "Okay," I said, "And I'll try not to wind your mother up too much."

"Don't worry, it's a fucking huge villa," she laughed. Then she went serious and said, "You've got a lot of scars. This one on your leg looks recent. Does it hurt?"

"Not now, it's just part of the job."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Wow! Yes, but never out of spite or rage. They all deserved to die. I don't lose any sleep over it."

"Eloise!" Steph called from somewhere, "Horses!"

Eloise rolled her eyes and said, "Catch you later then."

"Wait," I said grabbing her arm, "I'm sorry about all the birthdays I missed. I was going to get you something last night but there's not much to choose from in motorway service stations."

"That's okay," she said, kissing my cheek, "You can take me to Pisa. There are some lovely and very expensive boutiques there."

I watched her tight ass go out the door and tried to imagine it in a bikini.

Luckily, I managed to get a seat on an Easyjet flight that landed in Florence only fifteen minutes after everyone else's BA flight. We were met by an executive mini-bus that took us on the hour-long journey to the impressive villa on a hillside east of Pisa overlooking a large lake. It was everything you'd expect an expensive Tuscan villa to be - masses of terracotta, courtyards, flowers and fountains. Plus tennis courts, two swimming pools, a hot tub, stables and a very well-stocked wine cellar.

As we pulled up, we were met by the staff - a butler, a houseboy, a housemaid, two chefs and a housekeeper. The sixth member of staff was Vittorio, our driver who was also the gardener. Eloise whispered, "Daddy and grandpa use this place a lot to reward staff, business contacts and politicians. For tax reasons, it's actually owned by the bank."

The English butler, Victor, nodded his head deferentially to Charles and said, "Your parents are on the south terrace, Sir. I shall have your bags taken up immediately."

For some reason, I was expecting his parents to be a pair of cunts but they turned out to be both considerate and welcoming. After being served drinks by Victor, Charles's father, Arthur, took me to one side and said, "I know from conversations with your sister over the years that you're a military chap. How is Hereford these days?" I looked at him sharply. "Don't worry," he smiled, "She didn't let slip anything, I just put two and two together. In fact, I don't think she even knows, which is probably for the best. I was a subaltern in the 17th/21st Lancers."

"A donkey walloper then," I said.

Arthur roared with laughter before saying, "I've always said that a good soldier should have a healthy disrespect for authority."

"I respect authority," I said, "But believe that leaders should be selected based on their natural ability, not their class or wealth. Rank in itself doesn't always reflect ability, in fact, the reverse is often true. In my regiment officers plan and co-ordinate, they rarely take part in operations."

"I know," nodded Arthur, "And for your regiment, it works because you only select the best from the rest of the Army. Regular line regiments have to do with what the recruiters send them."

"Why did you leave?" I asked.

Arthur shrugged, "Only son and my father died. It was down to me to become head of the family and run the businesses."

"You never sent Charles into the Army?" I asked.

"Him?" snorted Arthur, "Would you follow him into battle?"

"Definitely not," I chuckled.

"And that's a problem I need to confront. As it stands he inherits everything but he's not capable of running a market stall. Nice but dim, to quote a British comedian."

"Harry Enfield."

"Was it? I'd forgotten."

"But you employ him don't you?"

"Only in an area where he can't do much harm."

"You two seem to be getting along very well," said a voice from behind. Turning my head I saw Eloise approaching with a bottle of wine. "I thought you might be ready for a top-up," she said.

"Don't let Victor catch you," laughed Arthur, "You know how he insists on pouring."

"Oh, he's putty in my hand," she smiled sweetly.

"Well, I must excuse myself," said Arthur, "Can't put off talking to your parents any longer, we must talk more, Bob."

"I'll look forward to it," I smiled, then to Eloise as he walked away, "Your grandfather seems nice."

She frowned and said, "Let's go for a walk in the garden."

I followed her to a stone bench well out of sight of everyone else. Sitting, she said, "He's not my grandfather."

"What?" I said, "Of course he is."

She shook her head, "I'm not Eloise..., not the Eloise you knew."

"Now I'm confused."

"The Eloise you knew died aged eleven, a riding accident."

"Shit! So who are you?"

"Eloise mark two I guess. My real name, my original name, was Hanna. After the real Eloise died, Charles and Steph started fostering c***dren. I guess it helped them cope with their loss. My parents died when my father, high on d**gs, stabbed my mother then cut his own throat. I bounced around care homes and foster families until I ended up here. They couldn't have been more caring and loving. They said they'd adopt me if I changed my name to Eloise. I was adopted four years ago. So you've never actually met me before."

"Fuck!" I said, "But what about your birthday last month? Your eighteenth?"

"A pretence, a facade. I was actually eighteen two years ago. My real birthday was last Tuesday."

"Fucking hell!" I said, then added, "Well that explains a lot."

"Like what?"

"Like how those two produced someone so beautiful."

Eloise smiled, "But you mustn't tell anyone. It's all a big family secret. One of many in this fucked up family."

"But you're happy?"

"Very. They've never shown me anything other than great kindness and love. They bought me a Mini for my supposed eighteenth."

"Good. But if it's a secret, why are you telling me?"

"Because you're family and you have the right to grieve over the real Eloise."

I shook my head, "I hardly knew her really."

Eloise gazed out over the lake before saying, "There's another reason."

"Oh?"

Looking back at me she said, "I don't want you to feel constrained."

"About what?"

Turning to face me she said, "About this." Without warning, she slid a hand up my leg and grabbed my cock through my chinos.

"What the fuck!?" I jumped.

"Don't worry," she laughed, "I'm not an innocent virgin. I've been sucking cock since I was ten. A girl had to do something to get perks in care homes."

"But..."

"But what? I saw you eyeing up my tits in your bedroom yesterday morning. I could see the bulge in your shorts. I've cum many times imagining you fucking me."

"What? How? We've never met before."

I felt my cock swelling as she rubbed it and said, "Steph isn't the cold bitch you think she is. She's really proud of you. She had a painting done of you from a photo, in some fancy uniform holding a bearskin hat. It's in the orangery. I have a thing about men in uniform, especially good looking ones."

"The day before my first Trooping the Colour, when I was in the Grenadier Guards."

As she unzipped me and pulled my virtually hard cock out she said, "And now I'm going to suck my little soldier's cock and swallow his cum. Later, when everyone is asleep, you can fuck me, any way you want."

Holy fuck! Instinct told me that this was wrong. Was she still technically my niece even if there's no blood connection? Would this be i****t? I had no idea. I watched wide-eyed as she knelt and took my now rock hard cock in her mouth. I looked around and listened but could only hear laughter away towards the house. After a minute or so she released my cock with a plop and pulled my chinos and boxers down to my ankles saying, "That's better, I want your whole cock."

I groaned as she locked those beautiful brown eyes on me and slid my entire seven inches down her throat. Fuck, she was good, really good. Perhaps it felt so good because it seemed so wrong. The secret to a good blow job is variety and Eloise had it down to a fine art. She sucked my head, my balls, licked my perenium, deep throated and wanked me with her hand when she needed a break. Her experience told her that I was close to cumming. "Go ahead," she grinned, "Cum whenever you want. No need to warn me, I love cum."

She sucked my head as she worked my cock with her hand. "Fuck yes..." I groaned. She stopped her hand movements, squeezed and sucked hard. As my balls contracted I felt my cock swell. With a muffled roar I filled her warm mouth with my sperm. Again and again, I felt the spurts leave my cock. She closed her eyes and swallowed every drop. After sucking me dry she finally released me and grinned.

"Fuck, I love cum," she said as she got off her knees and sat back next to me. "Let's go and unpack our bags so you know which room I'm in for tonight."

"Listen..., that was amazing but..." I said.

"Stop worrying, I've done my homework, this is all perfectly legal," she said.

"You sure?" I frowned.

"Yes, I quote -'An adopted person may have sexual relations with or marry any of his or her adoptive family except the adoptive parents'. You can check online yourself if you're really worried. Come on, we ought to be heading back. We were just catching up on things if anyone asks."

For the rest of the day, I had to discipline myself not to stare at Eloise. Firstly it gave me a hard-on, secondly, someone might see me. The only place that I allowed myself that pleasure was in the pool where my hard-on was hidden by the water. We'd only been in there a few minutes when she took her bikini top off and threw it onto the poolside. "Eloise!" I heard my sister call from her sunbed.

"Oh please, mother," said Eloise, "Half of Italy goes topless. I don't want tan lines and I'm sure Uncle Bob has seen plenty of tits before. I'd take my bottoms off but it would give old Victor a seizure."

She was right about the Italians, but none were as exquisite as hers. I'd genuinely never seen such a perfectly round and firm pair. She turned out to be quite a tease, rubbing them when she was sure that no-one except me was looking. Three times she grabbed my cock and laughed. Eventually, she whispered, "Fuck this, I need your cock inside me, I can't wait until tonight." She climbed the steps, wiggling her ass at me and called to Steph, "Bob and I are going to play tennis, mum."

"Okay darling," said Steph without looking up from her book, "But put a sports bra on."

Victor, who was loitering, as usual, said, "I'll have Alessandro take racquets, balls and iced water down to the courts Miss Eloise."

Alessandro was the house boy and general dogsbody. "How old is he?" I asked at the tennis court. The k** seemed to be lingering hopefully.

"s*******n," said Eloise as she sat on a bench and put on tennis shoes. "He's had a crush on me since Christmas."

"Why Christmas?" I asked.

"Because his birthday was Christmas Eve and I sucked him off. I think he's hoping to fuck me one day."

"And will he?"

"Maybe," she grinned, "He's got a nice cock. Come on, best of five games."

I wondered whether to let her win. I needn't have bothered, she tore me apart. Alessandro stayed go act as ballboy and spent most of his time retrieving my shots into the net. By the end of the third and Eloise's winning game, all the balls were against the fence behind me. I only won one point and that was an uncharacteristic double serve by Eloise. "That was cruel," I said as we drank water and Allesandro gathered the equipment.

"The benefits of a private education," she laughed.

"I help any more Miss Eloise?" asked Allesandro.

Eloise touched his arm affectionately and said, "No, that will be all. One of the chefs tells me you have a girlfriend?"

"Si, Miss Eloise, she is Petronilla."

"What a beautiful name," said Eloise, "How old is she?"

"She is sixteen, Miss. She is daughter of Policeman in village."

"And have you fucked her?"

Allesandro blushed and said, "Si Miss, many times but is secret."

"You old dog," laughed Eloise as she punched his shoulder playfully. "Away you go then, Victor will be looking for you." As he walked away she mused, "Lucky Petronilla."

Carrying a bottle of water each we followed a path from the tennis court which led along a slope and around a rocky outcrop. "This is my secret place," said Eloise as we emerged onto a sort of grassy shelf overlooking the valley below with its river and winding road.

"How often do you come to the villa?" I asked as we sat on the sunny grass.

"Christmas, Easter, summer and the odd long weekends. Why don't you have a wife or girlfriend?" she asked.

I shrugged, "Wrong sort of job I suppose. Most women simply don't get the Army life. Maybe they don't like the fact that duty comes before them. Sometimes I have to go on a job with no notice and can't say where I'm going. That's hard to accept. My last girlfriend couldn't cope with it. What about you? Boyfriends? Girlfriends?"

"Both. I'm not very good at commitment. I might go with a guy for a month, then switch to a girl, then maybe call him. Girls are just for fun, for the sex. You'll be my first man fuck for about six weeks or so."

Without another word, she pulled her sports bra over her head giving me a close-up view of those stunning tits. "Get your shorts off then," she said as she slid her bikini bottoms down her legs. "You good to go again or do you want me to lick you for a bit?".

I laughed at her directness saying, "I think it's my turn to do the licking."

She grinned, laid down, spread her legs and said, "I hope you're good, you're competing with my girlfriend."

Her cunt was as perfect as her tits. As I'm not a big fan of flappy lips, her tight slit was a delight. Despite not working up much of a sweat whilst thrashing me at tennis, I was treated to a lovely sweaty, musky aroma as I kissed and licked her inner thighs. Thankfully, I'd elected to keep my shorts on as the parched grass would have been quite rough on my cock and balls. For a few minutes, I ignored her slit which I could sense was irritating her. Despite that, I stuck to my guns, licking her perenium and around her cunt.

"You bastard," she moaned. Gripping behind her knees, she pulled her legs back further, offering herself to me completely. I must admit, I'm a bit of an ass man. I don't mean shapely buttocks, though of course, they're nice, I mean an asshole man. Sheer joy to me is a perfectly formed little wrinkly star. I love the way all the little folds lead invitingly into the centre. It can be a risk licking a woman's asshole - I've had more than one totally freak out. Eloise however, seemed pretty liberated so I thought I'd take the chance.

In fact, all I did was follow with my tongue the little line of clear liquid that had oozed out of her cunt. "Shit!" she cried as the tip of my tongue tickled her most private part. I watched, fascinated, as her cunt clenched each time I licked her perfect circle. Looking up, I could see her tight tummy rising and falling rapidly as she fought for breath. Beyond that, her nipples were red and hard. More honey trickled out as I kept my attention on her asshole, licking, circling and probing. She squirmed and twisted her hips ass her hand pressed on the back of my head. It was as if half of her wanted escape whilst the other half wanted more.

I lapped up the juices, savouring the wonderful musky taste, before resuming my anal assault. Even though I hadn't touched it, her wet slit had widened, revealing her inner lips and little clit. I resisted the temptation and forced my tongue into her ass. With both hands gripping my ears she bucked and writhed, crying out, "Fuck, yes!....."

I held onto her thighs as her anus flexed and contracted around my tongue. Just as I was wondering if her orgasm was ever going to stop, the gap between her whole-body jerks widened and she slowly relaxed. I must admit I was pretty pleased with myself, I hadn't even touched her clit.

Thinking it was all over, I laid next to her on my back. Instantly she rolled towards me and grabbed my cock through my shorts. Her voice sounded husky as she said, "That was perfect..., so fucking perfect." I went to kiss her but she backed away saying, "Ewe..., that tongue's been in my ass!"

I smiled. She smiled. I gripped her head with both hands and forced my tongue into her mouth. For a few seconds, she squirmed and struggled but then relaxed. We made out for a minute or two until we broke and she whispered, "Bastard!"

With her left hand, she undid the cord and pulled my shorts down, letting my straining cock spring free. Between kisses on my nipples she said, "As I said..., tonight you can fuck me..., any way you want..., even in the ass..., but right now..., I need it my way."

I wasn't going to argue. Holding my cock and looking at me intently, she swung her leg over. As my head spread her slit her eyes closed and she seemed to drift off into some sort of dream world. Fuck me, she was tight! She sucked in air through her teeth as more of me slid into her. Looking down, I could see the veins on my cock standing out. I couldn't recall ever being so hard. With a long moan, she let the last inch disappear inside her. I was expecting her to start riding me but she stayed still, eyes shut. Her cunt felt incredible as it gripped and released me. The gripping turned into rhythmic pulses as her body shook and she came, arms out to her side and her head thrown back. Fuck me!

I'd never seen anything like it. It was like she'd been crucified on my cock. Without speaking she flopped forwards, put her hands flat on my chest and began to slowly ride me. And when I say slowly, I mean exquisitely slowly. The sensations spreading out from my cock were out of this world. I'd never felt so big and hard. She lowered herself further, elbows either side of my head, her tits hanging, causing her nipples to sc**** against mine as she moved. I was surprised to see her round eyes wet with tears. "You okay?" I asked.

Still sliding up and down my cock she nodded and said, "I can get a bit emotional at times. I've masturbated many times imagining this moment. None of those times came close to what it's actually like. God, you're a good fuck."

As this was her moment I resisted the temptation to grab her hips and drive upwards. Instead, I relaxed and let her run the show. She went through the whole gamut of cock riding - squatting and bouncing on my cock, laying on me and sucking my tongue, sitting upright running her hands through her long hair, gyrating her hips to work me inside her. She must have rode me for half an hour at a slow measured pace before eventually speeding up. Her entire body was coated in sweat, it made her shimmer in the sunlight. She was, without doubt, not only the best fuck but also the most beautiful woman I'd ever fucked. "God, I'm close," she grunted, "Fuck me, Uncle Bob, fuck me hard!"

That was all I needed. My fingers sunk into her hard buttocks as I rammed my cock up into her like a piston. "Oh Jesus..., oh fuck yes..., like that..., harder..., oh fuck..., come for me Bob..., fill me with your cum...," she cried before latching onto my mouth and sucking the life out of me. As she came she pulled my face into her cleavage and cried, "Fuuuuuuuuuck!"

That tipped me over. I pulled her down hard and thrust upwards at the same time. Although I'd already cum that day, I felt the cum erupt from my cock and spray deep into her body. I held Eloise tightly in my arms as together we descended from the plateau. Breathing hard she rolled off to my left.

Eloise had another surprise for me. Kneeling, she reached down and scooped my cum that was dripping from her cunt and pushed two fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. Grinning she said, "Call me your cumslut."

Jesus Christ! I pulled her down onto her back, pulled her feet up by her ears and drove my cock into her squelching cunt. "You're still fucking hard?" she laughed.

"Can you hear that, cumslut?" I snarled, "That's my cock in your cummy cunt."

I fucked her hard and fast as she clung onto me. "Oh yes, Bob," she cried, "This is what I need, a real fucking." Not long after, I came with a roar but I doubt if I added much to what was already in there.

Back at the pool, Steph watched us approach over the top of her sunglasses. "I need the bathroom," said Eloise.

I poured my self a glass from the jug of Pimm's that Victor had prepared and sat in a chair.

"I take it she beat you?" said Steph.

"Heavily," I said.

"Allesandro brought the tennis equipment back a long time ago."

"We went for a walk and a talk."

"And what did you discuss?"

"I'm sure you can guess," I said, looking at her.

She took her sunglasses off and turned towards me saying, "We have our reasons for doing what we did, I'm not going to explain or apologise."

"I'm not asking you to."

"She's a very pretty young woman," said Steph studying me closely.

"She is," I said, "Beautiful."

"And you had sex with her."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact. "Yes," I said.

"I see, and is this relationship going to continue?"

"Yes."

"You're much older than her."

"Only five years. Mum and dad had an eight-year gap."

Steph nodded and looked thoughtful before she said, "I know you don't require my blessing, you'll do what you want, but I give it anyway. You have your faults but you're honest and generally a good man."

"Thanks..., I guess," I said, "But don't read too much into this, she's in other relationships."

"I know, but none are serious. Anyway, now it's out in the open you don't have to skulk around. I've instructed Victor to move you both into a double room."

"Thanks," I said, then added, "I didn't take advantage of her you know, she took the lead."

"I expected nothing less," said Steph as she replaced her glasses and found her place in her book.

I didn't fuck Eloise's ass that night. It was on the fourth night. The next morning we went to Pisa and I blew over a thousand pounds on her, mostly on clothes and perfume. We became inseparable and fucked everywhere and anywhere. By the end of the holiday, I was hopelessly in love. When everyone else flew home, we flew to Rome for three nights alone. It was hard going back to work but we met up every weekend we could in London.

Ten weeks after the holiday, I was laying on my pit in barracks when my phone rang. Seeing that it was Eloise I picked it up and said, "Hi sexy."

There was a pause before she said, "I'm pregnant."

"Oh!" I said, "Okay."

"Okay? Didn't you hear me? I'm pregnant. I'm going to have your baby."

"No," I said, "We're going to have our baby. I couldn't be happier, my darling."

"Really? Oh my god, I love you so much! My doctor says that the pill isn't always 100% effective, only about 98%."

I've no idea if it really was an accident or if it was a plan by Eloise to copy Steph and escape. Actually, I didn't give a fuck. We were married eight weeks later, thanks to a cancellation, at Norwich cathedral in front of 300 guests. You had to look carefully to see Eloise's bump. Arthur, her adoptive grandfather who she'd become very close to, walked her down the aisle.

She adapted to the life of an Army wife very well, I guess adapting is something that orphans get used to. Almost a year after the wedding I came home to find Eloise cuddling baby James, crying.

"Arthur's had a stroke," she sobbed, "A bad one."

"Isn't he on a cruise?" I said, "They have doctors on board."

She nodded, wiping her eyes, "Southampton to the Caribbean but it's mid-Atlantic. It's diverting towards Bermuda but it'll be thirty hours before they reach helicopter range."

"He'll make it," I said hugging her.

He didn't. He didn't even make the helicopter. He had a half-page obituary in The Times and the Deputy Prime Minister attended the funeral.

Two days later, we were sat in a pub in Norwich after attending the reading of the will. Neither of us spoke as we tried to come to terms with the enormity of the situation. "Fuck me," I said for maybe the tenth time.

After making provisions for the financial security of Steph and Charles, Arthur had left everything else to Eloise - shares, cash, property, bonds, a yacht, racehorses, gold and a ranch in Colorado. Charles was furious but Steph roared with laughter. Charles even contemplated challenging the will but his lawyer, who was present, pointed out he had no legal grounds and would lose.

Eloise's 51% shareholding in Anglian Imperial Investments PLC, under the company charter and rules, automatically made her Life President. The lawyers and accountants declared to Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs, that the value of the inheritance, was 378.6 million pounds. In lieu of inheritance tax, HMRC accepted the donation of 3,455 acres of the Scottish Highlands to the National Trust and 4,123 acres of Norfolk wetland to the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds.

Of course, I left the Army as soon as I could. We now live in the ancestral country pile and James has a sister, Petronilla.