Tell Laura – Chapter 22 free porn video

Laura

Tommy must have been like a mouse the morning after, as he had already left for work by the time I woke up on Monday. We had talked until the early hours and decided that we were going to take Cara up on her generous offer. I sent him a text to remind him to invite Kazumi to be with us and then I set about what I had planned for the day.

Strange as it might sound, I was pleased when I walked into the kitchen and found some of the debris from the previous day. It gave me something to do, but also while doing so I found a note from Tommy.

Laura
Sorry, I grabbed the bottles and have thrown them into the recycling and put the bins out. I didn’t have time to do much else. I’ll ask Kaz at lunch about Xmas and NY and be back by 3 for your appointment.
Love T x

First, I put some coffee on to brew and bread in the toaster and then I went to the front door and looked out, both bins were ready for collection. “Thank you, Tommy,” I said to myself. Next was breakfast, I buttered the toast and added jam and sat at the table with coffee and checked my email as I ate. A couple of offers for penis enlargement, ED and other medication were waiting for me. I had also received payment advice for half my fee for the photoshoot, as per the contract the other half would be paid on approval of the photos.

There was also an email from Terry which thanked me for my time and patience. The tone was contrite although there was no out and out apology from him, but again, his behaviour, although suggestive, had not quite stepped over the line. Even the breakfast, taken at face value, was just a working breakfast. It was a surprise to get the mail, but I was glad I had not burnt that particular bridge as the payment of two thousand pounds in my bank showed how lucrative it could be.

After I finished breakfast and tidied up the kitchen, I spent the rest of the morning working through the photos and uploading them to the cloud account as instructed. I also transferred half of the payment into the saving account linked to my current account. This had been Tommy’s idea, then I would have money readily available to pay my tax and other bills when needed.

Around midday I had a bite to eat and then jumped into the shower, the cut was doing well now, but I was still careful about getting it wet. Come three in the afternoon, I was sitting watching some rubbish on the TV when Tommy got home.

“Ready?” he asked.

“No, not yet.”

“What do you need me to do?” I tilted my head to one side.

“You’re sat watching TV, I guessed it was something I needed to do, or it would be done.”

I smiled and walked over to him, put my arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Hello, how was your day?”

“Erm, fine. Yours?”

“Very good thanks. Let me get my shoes on and I’ll tell you about it on the way.”

Bless him, he looked so confused.

When we got into the car, I did tell Tommy about my day and asked about his. There was to be a change of plan, Kazumi was not going to come for dinner during the week. Instead, she was coming straight from the office after their Christmas lunch, dinner, drinks, things. She would then be staying through to 2018.

“What was that all about, back at the house?” Tommy asked.

“What?”

“Saying you weren’t ready when you were.”

“I wasn’t. You walked in the door and asked if I was ready.”

“Yes.”

“How about ‘hello’ or ‘how was your day’ or even a simple bloody kiss?”

“Oh, sorry. Just still in work mode, ticking boxes. I’m not sure I like this project manager lark,” he laughed.

He walked into the surgery with me, but the room was too small really for him to join me in there. The nurse quickly inspected my cut, prodded around it and over it, asked me a few questions then said it looked fine. She spoke briefly on the phone with a doctor and then proceeded to remove my stitches. Finally, she put a sticky dressing over it.

“You’re going to have an impressive scar there, dearie,” she said. “Keep that plaster on for an hour at least, then give your foot a wash and let the air get to it as much as possible for a couple of days. You just need to let the stitching holes close up now, but the cut is healing nicely.”

She gave me some plasters to put on when I needed to protect it. I thanked her and left, it felt so much better without the irritation of the stitches tickling my foot as I walked. We had leftovers that night with a promise to go shopping the following afternoon.

The rest of the week was a fairly typical last week before Christmas. The grocery shopping was silly with people buying food and drink like the shops were going to be closed for weeks. I ordered presents for both Tommy and Kazumi that I could collect on Friday. One thing had been playing on my mind though and I needed to address that before the weekend.

Tommy

When I got in on the Thursday before Christmas, the house smelled glorious; Laura had put together another of mum’s recipes.

“Hello, Laura.”

“In the kitchen,” she replied.

After I had kissed her, she sent me to get washed and changed before dinner. It was as good as it had smelled, not quite as good as mum’s but I didn’t think it would be long before Laura cracked it. After we ate and tidied up, we got a beer each and went and sat in my chair.

“Tommy.”

“Laura?”

“Kazumi.”

“What about her? She’ll be over after work tomorrow. We finish around noon and then Horace has been invited, with his staff, to attend the directors’ Christmas lunch.”

Laura giggled, “Oh how I love office politics.”

“Yes, as his project manager, I am expected to attend and stay for at least a couple of hours. Kaz has to do her part too. I forgot to mention these obligations when I handed over,” I sniggered when I said this and got an elbow in my ribs.

“I’ve read some shit online; I do hope her obligations are no more than yours.”

“What the fuck? I’ll deck the halls with more than bows of holly if anyone even hints at that!”

Laura lay her head on my shoulder, “Good,” she said quietly.

“Okay, well she may be here before me. I did tell Horace I want to be gone by three.”

“Thank you, but that’s not really what I wanted to talk about. Where is she with us?”

“As far as I’m concerned, she’s a part of our messed up, peculiar…”

“Unique? Exceptional?” Laura offered.

I smiled and gave her a squeeze, “Them too, thank you. She’s a part of our atypical family.”

“Yes, but after last weekend and her previous visit, she has become more involved. Where is this going?”

“If I came… no. If your ex-excuse for a human had not been so charming, when I came to visit, I would have stayed at yours. I would have been family, but I would have also been a guest. That is how I envisage Kaz, plus a bit.”

“Okay, meaning?”

“She’s going to have clothes to last her a couple of weeks and I’ve told her she has full access to everything here. So, she can use the washing machine and such, but she’s also insisted that she help out with chores. I gave her a choice of rooms, she chose yours.”

Laura felt like she relaxed onto me more if that were possible.

“We did this over lunch and spoke of last weekend. She knows her staying with us is as a guest and last weekend was also as a guest. I have not put any vetoes on a repeat, but I think it would be better to make that the exception rather than the rule. If the mood takes you both, don’t worry, but I would suggest clean breaks too.”

“Oh, my little brother all grown up and mature,” she laughed. “Everything that’s happened this year has forced us to think so much more about our whole lives hasn’t it?”

I nodded as she continued, “Most of all, it’s made us both evaluate and re-evaluate how relationships work. I’m amazed that you have been able to support me in my exploration without too many wobbles. I know, some things you would rail against, even so. What if Kazumi needs more than me?”

“I’ve already explained that she and her partner will be welcome always as a guest in the house, but no more in our bed,” this earned me another dig in my ribs.

“Stop being obtuse! If she wants some dick, not my rubber friend,” Laura grabbed me between my legs, “some proper meat. If she does, you can.”

“Don’t feel you have to, because I let you. Apart from that, even if she wants, as you so eloquently put it, wants some dick; Kaz may not want my dick.”

Laura burst out laughing, “Oh, Tommy talking of dicks… you really can be one at times. She wants you. I don’t think I was a consolation prize; I think her attitude to relationships was different from ours to start, but it has also evolved.”

“And she’d be happy to play second fiddle? Is that fair on her?”

“And that tells me everything. I’m more than happy with our love and, after last weekend, feel totally secure. You also love her as do I and would never hurt her. I don’t know what the future holds, but if she wants and it means her not losing access to our bed, even on occasion, then I think she would.”

“Are you plotting?”

“What? No! I’m just thinking ahead, we are going to be spending a couple of weeks together. Given our history, well, I wouldn’t be surprised if something happens and it’s better, we talk about it now.”

“And Kaz?”

“We’ll talk with her if we get to that bridge.”

“Hmm,”

Laura snuggled into me more as the conversation came to an end and we settled down to watch some cheesy Christmas film. While watching the film I thought it might be best to approach the bridge as soon as possible. After this was finished, we retired and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Laura

“Ah fuck!” I woke with a start, instinctively holding my bum.

“Morning, sweet sister,” Tommy was standing next to the bed grinning.

He grinned until I swung a fist at his groin. I looked back and he had pulled the covers down and left a red handprint on one of my cheeks.

“Really, how old are you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said as he knelt by the bed.

He pushed my hair behind my ear and kissed my nose, “I’m your little brother, it’s my job to be an annoying shit. Also, I wanted to let you know I was leaving, I know how much you like your lie-ins.”

I pushed up and kissed him, “See you later, have a good day.”

With that, he was gone. I looked at my phone and it was only six in the morning and with a groan I let my head drop into my pillow. After a few seconds, I pulled myself up and got ready for the day. It was drizzly that morning as a change to the two previous days when the fog was about for most of the morning.

I caught myself daydreaming as I made my breakfast and prepared the evening meal. On Monday, I had called Cara and accepted her offer and asked what we needed to do. She had said that we only needed to turn up. When questioned about a dress, she said that I could get one, but it was not necessary. We had a long talk about weddings and what I had imagined as a little girl. Not marrying my brother was one thing we laughed about. She made me feel so relaxed, she was caring and motherly, it seemed a trait with the women that Diane knew.

When I had got married the first time, it had been all the bells and whistles, mum and dad had paid for everything I wanted, within reason. I had a white dress, I had a couple of hundred guests, I had a limousine, I had the beautiful honeymoon, I had a complete disaster of a marriage. We had spoken about our trip to the photoshoot, and Cara had asked about the beaches and if Tommy or I had gone topless or naked. She had also said she would sort out our outfits. After our call I realised that she didn’t know our sizes, so I checked some of Tommy’s clothes and texted all the details over.

Before I knew it, it was nearly four in the afternoon and I heard cars pulling into the drive. When I opened the front door, Tommy was helping Kazumi with her bags. I was just shooed out of the way as they came in and put the bags into the hallway.

“Ane, thank you for having me this holiday,” Kazumi said and gave me a little bow.

When I bowed back, she grinned and then we hugged, “You are always welcome in this house,” I whispered.

“Thank you, Laura. Tommy has said the same,” she kissed my cheek as we broke our hug.

“Hello sis,” Tommy said, giving me a kiss, “that smells nice what is it?”

“Dinner. Well, probably the overpowering smell is the mulled wine. Then for food, I did a little research and thought we should have something traditional. Now the pair of you go wash up and you can tell me all about your day.”

Tommy gave me a funny look; he knew I was up to something, but he didn’t say anymore and the pair of them went upstairs. I heard drawers being opened and closed and smiled at the idea of Kazumi having some of her clothes here. About twenty minutes later, Tommy came into the kitchen and I handed him a cup of mulled wine. After a further five minutes, Kazumi came in and was given the same. While Tommy had turned his nose up a little, Kazumi smiled and thanked me.

“I first had this on the slopes of Hakuba on Honshu,” Kazumi paused and looked at both of us.

With a smile, she explained, “Honshu is the southern of the two big islands, the one with Tokyo on. Hakuba is a village about one hundred and seventy-five miles to the north-west of there. When I was fifteen, my parents took us skiing and we would often stop on the slopes to have a cup or two.”

“Before we go further,” said Tommy, “I think we need to clarify a few things.”

He put his arm around Kazumi’s shoulders and pulled her close, “Kaz, Laura and I love you. You are always welcome here. If it’s free, you can have Laura’s bedroom, whenever, for however long.”

“And here’s the but,” Kazumi said. “You are my brother and sister with the exception of adoption papers or blood,” she smiled. “Beyond that, you are a couple and soon to be married, I understand. We had fun, I loved it. It was beautiful, but I know it can’t happen again.”

I walked over to Kazumi and pulled her into a hug.

“What I was going to say was that you can’t expect it to happen again. What has happened has done so, because it did. I’m not saying, never again, and equally, I would hate for you to think that we expected anything from you. That’s why you have your own room.”

I felt her shuddering and heard a quiet, “Thank you.”

It was good that Tommy had done this now, it was over, all expectation set and understood; now we could get on with the rest of the year. The rest of the year started with dinner. I borrowed Tommy’s car and went to pick up the final part of my plan; tasking both of them to get everything ready.

When I returned, I left my collection in the car and checked they had followed my instructions before bringing it in. I served my final part and put a tea towel over it and carried it into the living room. Kazumi and Tommy had set up the coffee table (yes, that one! I had cleaned it thoroughly) with plates and glasses of sparkling wine and the potato salad I had prepared.

I placed the final part in the middle of the table and lifted the towel, “Ta-da!”

Tommy looked at me quizzically, but Kazumi laughed and came around and hugged me, “Arigato, Laura.”

“Okay, I’m missing something,” he said.

“Kurisumasu ni wa Kentakkii, it’s something of a traditional Japanese Christmas dinner,” I replied.

“It’s fucking KFC.”

“Hai, Kentucky for Christmas,” said Kazumi and went on to explain how this had come about.

We finished dinner with a home-made sponge with vanilla cream icing and strawberries. Tommy insisted on feeding the first strawberries to Kazumi and me. Tommy told us to relax and tidied the dinner into the kitchen, while Kazumi and I leant back against the sofa.

She kissed me on the cheek, “Thank you, Laura. That was so thoughtful of you.”

“Actually, I really enjoyed it. It was fun finding out and so nice to be able to do something different for Christmas.”

Tommy came back in and sat opposite us with his hands behind him as support. He then slid his feet between ours and we both closed our ankles against his. It was nice just touching skin to skin with my two favourite people in the world. I put my hand on Kazumi’s leg and squeezed my ankles to get Tommy’s attention.

“Kazumi, I would like to ask you something.”

She looked at Tommy and then to me, it was sort of cute that she looked so concerned. I gave a quick squeeze and smiled.

“I’m sure Tommy has told you we have accepted Cara’s invitation. I have spoken to her since and I would like you to be my, for want of a better name, maid of honour?”

I could see her eyes fill up, “Before you say yes, there are a couple of things I would like you to do.”

I went on to explain where I saw her role and what I would like her to do, she turned to me, moving onto her knees and threw her arms around my neck. As I hugged her, I looked over to Tommy, who was smiling at us.

“And with that, Kaz, I promise we will not try to make you cry again; today at least.”

Her sniffles turned to chuckles and I felt her head drop onto my shoulder.

The rest of the evening I listened to anecdotes from their week at work. It was funny to hear the stories from Kazumi’s point of view and how she saw things differently to Tommy. The little things that had always driven Tommy mad, Kazumi thought were cute. I did find out later some did wind her up, but it was more fun pretending to like them and seeing his reaction.

Cara had spoken to me a few times during the week and I updated Kazumi about the ceremony and what I would like her to do. There was one part I was anxious about, but after speaking to Kazumi she assured me it would be fine. We did have a call after Christmas with Cara where she spoke about some of the details and did a spoken walkthrough. We then kicked Tommy out and spoke of some of the details I wanted to keep from him, at least until the day.

Tommy

They were conspiring. First, it was Laura with Cara, then when Kazumi came around on Friday, she was added into the mix. I knew Laura was planning and wanted to surprise me with some aspects. I would get my own back. We were invited to Tina and Luke’s for a drink on Christmas Day and met their daughters and Luke’s sister. On Boxing Day, the three of us went to Beverly and John’s for evening drinks. On both occasions all the women found excuses to disappear and we heard plenty of laughter from them.

On Christmas morning I was woken by something tickling my nose. Through bleary eyes, I saw a raven-haired beauty leaning over me. Then she leant down, very close to me and whispered in my ear.

“Tommy, Ani.”

My senses came flooding in, it was Kazumi. As quietly as possible, I slipped out of bed and followed her out of the room. I collected the clothes I had stowed, had a quick wash and the pair of us left the house while it was still early. When we got back, I stripped my clothes and put on an apron to set about breakfast. Kazumi took my clothes upstairs and as was the plan slipped into bed with Laura.

When I pushed the door open, the duvet was down to their waists and Kazumi was snuggled into Laura’s back, playing with her nipples. Laura for her part, was lying with her eyes closed, enjoying the ministrations. She had both hands below the covers, one in front of her and one behind and both of them were moving their hips back and forth. It was worth letting the breakfast go cold, so I put the tray down and sat quietly in the chair in the room watching.

Movements started to get more frantic and the covers worked their way down proving that Laura was playing with them both. She rolled onto her back and Kazumi took advantage and sucked one nipple into her mouth while pulling and twisting the other. As if on cue, Kazumi’s head went back, and she gripped both of Laura’s as they both let out low moans of satisfaction.

“Morning ladies, breakfast?” I said as they quietened down.

Laura jumped and sat up as Kazumi rolled onto her back giggling.

“I’ll have words with the pair of you, Kaz was only meant to wake you up.”

“Well she did, we were just wishing each other happy Christmas. Stop being such a brat Tommy, you’re just jealous!”

I had to smile, “You didn’t see how she woke me this morning. You were still spark out.”

Laura looked back and forth between me and Kazumi who was once again giggling.

“Though, I think I know who the real brat is,” I finished and the look on Laura’s face as she turned to Kazumi, was like the lioness sitting over her prey.

The pair of them started grinning like Cheshire cats and with a shake of my head, I sorted out the trays and repeated our arrangement from the first breakfast we had together. After I had a splash and dash and tidied up, Kazumi did similarly and was helping me while Laura took longer. She gave us both questioning looks through breakfast and after.

“Freeze!” I said as she got to the bottom of the stairs. “Good girl,” I whispered into her ear as I put the blindfold on her once again.

Laura swallowed and said, “Thank you, Sir.”

I saw Kazumi smile and raised an eyebrow at her in quiet admonishment, which she acknowledged with a nod. Then I said to Laura, “It’s okay, it’s just to help with your surprise.”

I felt her relax and started leading her to the front door.

“We’re going outside. Foot up, forward, now down.”

I led her down the path to the end of the drive and then stood behind her. Kazumi was opposite with a camera to capture her reaction.

“Happy Christmas,” I said lifting the blindfold.

“Oh shit! Tommy, for me?” Kazumi was snapping away as Laura turned, tears in her eyes and hugged me and kissed me.

Signalling her to come around, I said, “I wouldn’t have managed to get it organised in time without Kaz’s help.” Laura turned and pulled her into the hug and once again we were three.

“Can we go for a drive?” Laura asked. I had not seen her like this since she was young.

She had always wanted a campervan; I had started this ball rolling before we went away, and Kazumi had kept it going. Finally, we took a few lunch breaks to check and test drive it, negotiate and get a few modifications done. Horace had allowed me to park it in the office car park until we collected it this morning.

After cleaning up and getting dressed we exchanged gifts and were called over to Tina’s for drinks. When the women involved in the following week disappeared, Samantha, Luke’s sister linked her arm in mine and walked me into the kitchen.

“I understand Laura’s your sister?” she asked quietly.

As I hesitated, she rubbed my arm, “It’s okay, Tina told me on the QT.”

We studied each other for a few seconds before Samantha smiled and continued, “Tell me about it please.”

I gave her a summary of what had happened, answering her questions as we spoke, growing more in confidence as I did. Although she smiled a lot, there was a lot of sadness in Samantha’s green eyes and as I had just about finished, a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Are you okay?”

She gave a little nod, then a fire seemed to light in her and her eyes blazed, “Make damned sure you treat her like a queen! Give her what she needs. If she needs to be your friend or your sister, that’s what you are. If it’s her lover or protector, that too and if she needs time alone or with just Kaz, make sure she has it all.”

Then the penny dropped, and I pulled Samantha into a hug, “I promise I will. Tina had mentioned to Laura that there were reasons why she understood. You and Luke…”

She cut me off, “No, we were best friends and siblings, never lovers though. I am happy for him and Tina, they are a beautiful couple and they welcome me as much as you seem to welcome Kaz. Well with one important difference.”

I studied her for a bit, “And you’ve never loved anyone as much as him, have you?”

“No one has been good enough,” she gave me that sad smile again.

“Oi! Is your harem not big enough? Trying to recruit my sister now?” Luke laughed.

“Fuck off fatty, you don’t want me, so I can throw myself at who I like.”

Their exchange on the surface was light-hearted, but there was a sadness and regret that seemed to permeate both of them. I also felt like I was in the middle of a much bigger story. Luke pulled Samantha into a hug; she was not going short of them at least. He then looked at me and said, “Now you understand why we understand and why Tina is so supportive.”

I nodded.

“When I met you both, or rather when Tina had seen what you hadn’t told anyone, I got such a feeling of ‘there but for the grace of God,’” he squeezed Samantha tighter as she punched his side playfully.

“If our parents had been killed, if we had been thrown together, so many ifs. Although Sam and I came within a whisker, I would imagine,” Samantha raised her eyebrows in sad agreement. “We both had our parents as that final control valve. Something you and Laura didn’t have.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not condemning you, quite the opposite. I can see how and why you turned to each other. I can understand how the feelings with someone that shares such grief; who walks a dark path with you can grow and evolve. Mine’s a story for another day, but if not for Sam, I may well not have made it.”

“And there’s the irony,” Sam continued, “if not for me, he may well not have met Tina. Even though it was pie in the sky, Tina killed any last hope I may have had. Oh, I know the chances of Luke and me even exchanging spit…”

“Sam! Jesus, woman! What would mum say?”

Samantha turned on Luke, poking him in the chest, “Don’t pull that fucking card, fatty!”

She then coughed and turned back to me, “I couldn’t love Tina more and couldn’t be happier for them,” she said, giving Luke a squeeze.

“The real final irony is that if Tina had been friends with us,” Samantha looked at Luke with a mischievous glint, “and we had been willing, she would have tried to bring us together.” Samantha gave a little laugh, “Knowing her, she would have even thought of a way that we could formalise it.”

When she finished, Samantha raised an eyebrow and gave me a wry smile. I looked at Samantha for a bit and then to Luke.

“Are you coming to Cara’s at the weekend?” I asked.

“I hadn’t thought of it.”

“Would you like to, I know perhaps I should ask Cara, but I’d like to invite you to my handfasting.”

With a smile, she stepped over and kissed me cheek, “Thank you, Tommy. That’s lovely of you to think of me. I think I need to mull it over, I’ll let you know.”

Eventually, the others re-joined us, and we spent most of the afternoon and early evening chatting and enjoying the day. There were plenty of looks exchanged between the women who had been in conference and a private joke seemed to be circulating with them. Laura fully supported me inviting Samantha to join us at the weekend. Michelle and Claire, Tina and Luke’s daughters, were absolutely charming and very switched on. I left it with Luke to make the call on whether to tell them and invite them for the ceremony.

At the end of the evening, Laura and Kazumi were both very giggly. Laura decided that after a night at our neighbours I should give someone a piggyback. Tonight it was Kazumi’s turn, however, tomorrow coming back from Bev and John’s was Laura’s turn once more. She found this hysterical, which only started Kazumi off. There, in the middle of the road, I was trying to guide Laura home, they were both laughing, and Kazumi was hanging over my shoulder.

“Keep walking,” I said, putting my hand in the small of Laura’s back.

She turned and put a hand on each cheek, looking me in the eye, she leaned in and grinned, before turning to Kazumi and kissing her. When she finished, Laura looked back at me and stuck her tongue out before turning her back on me. I gave her a swat on her arse, making her yelp and start running. Laura was putting on a fake scream, and Kazumi was laughing.

I put Kazumi down when we got in and Laura grabbed her hand and the pair of them ran upstairs together. With a smile, I locked up and followed them. Laura was not in our room, but the light was shining under the bathroom door. I stripped down and entered, fully expecting to find both in there. Laura was bent over one sink cleaning her teeth.

“Carry on,” I said quietly to her as I walked up behind her and placed my hand between her shoulder-blades. It did make me smile how her body reacted to my touch.

As I leant over her to retrieve my brush and the toothpaste, I heard Laura whisper, “Fucker.”

We both gave a little quiet snort to show our amusement. As I started cleaning my teeth, the door from Laura’s room opened. There it was again, our room and Laura’s room, this alone made me smile. I looked at Kazumi standing there, for a moment the music from some of the great cowboy films ran through my head. I heard Laura’s brushing stop.

Kazumi didn’t move until I took a step back, putting my hand back on Laura. With my free hand, I motioned that she should take the second basin. I leant down next to Laura and put my head next to hers, sharing her sink. I had kept my hand on her back and when she finished, I applied a little pressure.

Laura

“Wait,” he whispered and relaxed his grip.

I moved over to give him a little more room and stood watching the muscles in his arms, shoulders and back rippling under his skin. It was the first time I had noticed that over the last year physically, Tommy had tightened up. He had previously had a belly, this was not much smaller, but lines were appearing, there was no loose skin on his arms or legs. Although we had never tanned well, both of us had managed to get a very little colour while we were away, and this just highlighted how he had changed.

When he finished and rinsed, he stood up and ran both hands under the cold water. I was looking at him and turned off the taps when he had done. We exchanged looks I knew what was running through his head. If it had been me, he would have been instructing me already. I gave him a little smile and nodded. He leant forward and kissed me, then turned and held his hands over Kazumi’s back letting the cold-water drip. Her back arched, she looked around sharply and looked as if she were going to stand up.

Trying to replicate what Tommy did to me, I put my hand flat on her back, just below her neck. I then leant on the vanity unit and looked her in the eye.

“You can stop him with a word,” I glanced at Tommy, who gave me a single nod.

“You only do what you want, remember your veto,” Kazumi nodded at me.

I looked at both of them again, “No matter what happens, veto or not, I will not let you be alone on your first Christmas night with us.”

Tommy nodded but showed nothing more. Kazumi nodded and smiled, and it looked like her eyes moistened.

“In the meantime,” I started as gently as I could, “don’t fucking move!” I did struggle not to react when I saw the change sweep over Kazumi’s face. Fortunately, she looked down when I said this.

When I had finished, I kept my hand where it was and stood up and looked at Tommy in the mirror. We exchanged a smile, and with a nod to me, he gripped Kazumi either side of her waist.

“What have you been told?” he asked. As Kazumi shook her head, I missed what he was referring to also.

He changed his stance, moving to her side, so he was facing me, a hand in the small of her back, he started to rub her bum.

“Pardon,” he asked. There was no sternness in his voice, but it broached no argument.

Kazumi looked up to me, almost pleading, “I don’t think she knows, Tommy.”

“Hai.”

“Pardon,” his hand spanked her lightly.

I leant down and whispered in her ear.

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