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Prologue: Then
The labour had been long and difficult. The exhausted nineteen year old young woman lay on her back, sucking in large gasps of breath as she recovered from giving birth to the two blanket-wrapped tiny squalling bundles sharing the single bassinette at the side of the sweat-soaked single bed.
Pacing anxiously, smoking smelly cheap hand-rolled cigarettes one after the other, a man of thirty years, husband of the young girl on the bed and father to her new-born infants, willed the telephone to ring, but dreading it at the same time. When it uttered its shrill noise into the small room he snatched it up and spoke just two words; ‘yes’ and ‘now’ before replacing the handset carefully.

“It’s time to choose” he said gruffly.

“Please, Edward!” the new mother cried

“You know our situation, Anthea. I explained it to you” he said more gently.

“They are my babies!” Anthea wailed

“And we can’t keep both of them!” Edward said in a tone of voice that suggested it was not the first time they had had this conversation. “You knew that weeks ago, so stop fussing woman!”

“Edward, please. I’ll do anything, anything at all, but please don’t do this to me!” she cried, her young heart breaking.

“Either you choose or I will. Make up your mind. They will be here soon” her hard-working husband demanded. “The boy or the girl?”

A long, low wail of despair crept from the throat of the woman on the bed, which seemed to fill the stuffy small room with its pain. A chill passed along Edward’s spine as he glared angrily at his wife. It was only a bloody new-born kid, for crying out loud. It’s not as though she had even nursed the infant yet, so how the hell could she be so emotional about it already? He wasn’t a cruel man by any means, but he could not afford to be an emotional one right now. It was painful enough as it was.
With more pain in her voice than he would have believed possible from a human being, Edward finally badgered his wife into agreeing that the boy-child should be the one.

The knock on the door ten minutes later instigated another desperate round of heartfelt pleading from Anthea, all to no avail. Edward picked-up his two hour old son and, after ensuring he was securely wrapped against the bitterness of the late November cold, carried him downstairs. He opened the heavy wooden door and placed the tiny bundle into the outstretched arms of the waiting well-dressed woman. She whispered ‘thank you’ as she held the child close to her chest and turned away.
Edward didn’t stop to see his son being driven away. He closed the door slowly, the click of its latch sounding obscenely loud in the cold entrance hall. A small guilty sob escaped him and he pushed a fist into his mouth to silence the cry that threatened to burst forth. He could do nothing, however, about the animal-like howl of anguish from the bedroom upstairs where his young wife had so recently given birth. The sound rent the night air and sent birds and night-time creatures scuttling for cover from the awful, unearthly sound.
With chills all over his body, Edward slumped to the floor and allowed unaccustomed tears to fall freely down his handsome face.

“Dear Lord, please forgive me” he asked the frosty air.


NOW
1

My mouth drew his not-too-large cock deep into my throat as my tongue teased the smooth head.

“Ahh, Jeez, baby, that feels fucking excellent” he moaned as my hand cupped his large balls and squeezed them gently whilst, at the same time I poked the tip of my tongue into the small hole on his cock-head. I could taste cum and knew that he was only minutes away from blowing his load. I gave his cock another long hard suck before carefully, slowly, allowing his length to slip from my face.

“My pussy needs some attention and it needs it now!” I told him as I straddled his waist, grasping his beautiful length and holding it in position as I lowered myself onto it. He let out a low hiss of breath between his teeth as his length was slowly swallowed by my hot, very wet sex. He reached his hands up to my tits and squeezed each of them as I started to move myself up and down on his swollen manhood. I felt both of my large, hard dark nipples being pinched painfully between his fingertips, which drove me nuts.

“Ah, shit, Jez!” I squealed, “Ah… fucking… shit!”

“You are the randiest little bitch I have ever met, you know that?” he laughed, pulling me down onto him and mashing his lips against mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth aggressively. I loved the way he kissed me; all passion and hurry, as though he couldn’t wait to get one kiss over with and start the next. It turned me on no end.
I began to bounce my ass up and down faster and faster, pulling his cock as deep into my sex as I was able, relishing every single millimetre of its length and girth as it filled me. No guy had ever set off the fire in my belly like Jez did every single time we made love. He had a way of understanding me like no-one had ever even tried to before, and for that alone I was already better than halfway in love with him.

“Shit, babe!” he gasped after a couple of minutes. “I’m gonna cum!” he cried moments before I felt his cock swell inside me and a warm wetness filled my pussy as his sac gave up its load. I humped my pussy on him over and over, drawing every drop of his thick creamy cum into my body until he had no more left to give me. I lay still on top of him and revelled in the feel of his beautiful cock inside me. Eventually it softened and slipped out. I rolled off of him and lay alongside his sweaty body, enjoying the way he looked at me, his china-blue eyes shining bright with lust and love.

I met Jeremy ‘Jez’ Parker during my second semester at University. It was a cliché to say that our eyes met across a crowded room, but it was perfectly true. The room happened to be the University refectory at a busy lunchtime. I was waiting in line to be served when I felt that curious prickly sensation you get when it feels like someone is watching you. At first I ignored it, but when it didn’t go away I turned around to see who was staring at my back… and looked straight into the bluest pair of eyes I had seen other than my own.
Beneath the eyes was a strong, chiselled nose and beneath that a cheeky curl of a smile that immediately made my heart give one of the strange little flips it does when confronted with somebody one finds attractive. I found myself returning his smile and was rewarded with a cheeky wink before he turned away. I sighed and rued my luck. If I had not been so damn hungry, having missed breakfast that morning due to waking up late, I would have possibly broken ranks and put off eating until later. My stomach, though, growled its disapproval of such a fanciful notion so I remained in the dinner line and rued a possible missed opportunity.

My name is Katie, Katie Charles, and I am a second year university student studying Social Sciences with no real idea of what I want to do with my life when I get my degree. I only went to uni because I couldn’t think of a job I wanted to do when I left school. All I was doing was delaying making some sort of decision for another three years at least, which at the time seemed like a perfectly sensible and reasonable solution to a knotty problem.
Mum and dad, bless them both, despaired of me at times and I know that I drive them nuts a lot of the time, but they love me to bits and I love them equally as fiercely. I wasn’t daft: I knew that I was over-indulged, spoiled, even, but I tried to work hard and do my best for them. I wasn’t what you might call a ‘natural’ student and I had to study hard and revise even harder to make sure information stuck. I usually managed B+ grades intermingled with the occasional A, so I wasn’t doing too badly I supposed.
When I said that I wanted to go to a Northern university, mum was dead-set against the idea.

“There are plenty of universities closer to home, Katharine” she’d said, using my birth name to emphasise her point, as she was wont to do when she wanted to be deadly serious.

“But, mumsie,” I wheedled, using the pet name I’d given her when I was a little girl, “that’s the whole point. I’m eighteen now and I need to be cutting the apron strings” I had told her kindly.

“I know you do, sweetheart, I know you do, but can’t you cut them and still be close to home?”

I could have, I course I could. The point was, as much as I loved and adored my parents, if I didn’t make the move away they would smother me and keep me their little girl for ever. But how does one tell that to the most loving parents in the world without hurting them?
After extracting numerous promises from me about my behaviour and studying and maintaining contact with them they eventually relented and allowed me to accept the place that had been offered to me at my chosen university. I had never regretted making the break and, if anything, the bond between me and my folks was stronger than ever.

The feel of Jez’s fingers on my small but firm breasts sent wonderfully sexy tingles through my petite body as we stood together under the warm spray of the shower. I sighed contentedly and leaned into my handsome boyfriend. He nuzzled my neck and nibbled my ear lobe as his fingers parted the lips of my still-wet and aroused pussy and slipped smoothly into my body.

“You are so bad!” I said dreamily when I felt his thumb brushing gently over the hard nub of my clitoris. I reached behind me and grasped his swollen cock, which I could feel pressing into the small of my back. “But, I love you so much for it” I giggled, squeezing his stiff manhood.

“You make me bad” Jez groaned, pressing his thumb more firmly against my sensitive clitty. My legs felt suddenly jelly-like and I had to rest against the cubicle wall to steady myself. Jez immediately took the opportunity to make a grab at my ass, which he told me repeatedly was my best and sexiest feature. I liked hearing it almost as much as I liked what he was doing to me now.
I felt the pressure of his finger against the tightness of my asshole. I relaxed the muscles of my anus to allow Jez to slip a finger in to me. I groaned, as I always did whenever my ass was penetrated, as the wonderful feelings in my pussy and my ass drove me crazy all over again. I yanked hard on my lovers’ cock, urging him to do what he wanted to do.

“Wait until I’m ready, girlie” he chuckled, his throaty voice reverberating in the enclosed space of the shower cubicle.

“Stop fucking teasing me then!” I retorted in frustration. Jez chuckled again and slipped his finger all the way into my ass at the same time as he filled my pussy with three of the fingers of his other hand. His thumb continued to rub my clitty, too, which was sending me to the very brink of orgasm. I felt a second finger slip into my ass, which made me gasp in excitement.

“For Christ’s sake fuck me!” I whined as I shoved Jez’s swollen cock towards my ass. “Please Jez, fuck me now”

I felt his lips brush the back of my neck as he slowly, teasingly, withdrew his fingers from my ass, leaving it feeling strangely empty when they were gone. His strong fingers unfolded mine from his manhood. I braced myself against the wall and waited excitedly.

2
The smooth head felt soft against the tightness of my anus. Jez laid his hands onto my hips and I felt the pressure of his cock against the tight ring of muscle. Jez grunted as he thrust his hips firmly forward, forcing his manhood into my waiting and willing body. We both exhaled as my body accepted his length and it smoothly, deliciously filled my sphincter.

“Hard and fast!” I ordered as I felt my ass stretch to accommodate Jez’s manhood.

“Sure thing, honey” Jez replied a hint of humour in his voice. I felt his cock draw all the way back to entrance of my ass before being shoved firmly all the way back into me. I ‘wooshed’ a breath as my sphincter swallowed my lovers’ cock again.

“Hard enough for you, babe?” he laughed in my ear as he slammed himself into me again, then again, and again.

“I can handle everything you’ve got” I challenged. “Stop showing-off and fuck me, will you!” I squealed

With a grunt Jez pulled his cock back to my anal ring, paused a moment, then thrust himself into my ass, filling me completely. He drew back again and filled me again, his swollen cock seeming to penetrate deeper with each thrust. It felt amazing, as it always did.
I had never tried anal sex before I met Jez Parker. It had taken him around three months of near-constant badgering before I would even allow him to put a finger in me down there. I could not deny, though, that when I tried it, it turned out to be a much nicer and sexier experience than I had thought it would be. Less than two weeks later Jez slipped his cock into my ass and I was a convert.
I reached between my legs and slipped a couple of fingers into the slit of my pussy. My fingers matched Jez’s thrusts as I stroked the delicate bud of my clitty. My pussy filled with the juices that my lover adored lapping-at like a greedy cat. This time he would have to go without because my cum-slick pussy had already had had attention. Now it was my ass’s turn.
The fall of the shower spray added to the eroticism of the whole thing somehow; there was something oddly sensual about making love in a shower cubicle. Maybe it had something to do with the way the soft warm spray seemed to stroke our naked bodies while they were in the throes of hot passionate sex. Whatever it was, it was good!
My fingers were slowly edging me towards another orgasm. I could feel the fire in my belly and pussy heat up with every light touch of my fingertips on my sensitive little bud. Jez grunted with every thrust of his cock in my ass, his masculinity and aggression turning me on even more than I already was.

“I’m going to cum, baby!” he hissed. “Any moment now!”

I rubbed myself more frantically, hooping that I would cum at the same time as Jez. The tension and low-down ache in my pussy grew and grew as my little bud sent urgent, frantic signals to my sex to fall off the edge. Jez was pounding his cock into my ass, his fingers digging-in painfully to my hips as he gripped me tightly. A second before he began to groan loudly I felt his length swell tightly in my sphincter, then a thick warm wetness flooded my ass.
It was the trigger I needed to send myself into a brief intense orgasm. I shuddered from head to foot, my sphincter gripping my lover’s still-thrusting cock tightly as it poured its load of cum into the deepest recesses of my ass. I sucked in deep damp breaths to replace the ones that hissed out between my lips as my body was wracked by wave after sensual wave of pure sexual pleasure and release.
We both collapsed to the floor of the shower cubicle, grinning inanely at one another, sated for the time being. It wasn’t even mid-morning yet. There was a lot of day left to enjoy together!

I had not given the good-looking guy who had caught my eye in the refectory much thought for a couple of days afterwards. Then, whilst studying in the library, I got that ‘I’m being stared at’ feeling on the back of my neck again. I was not in the least surprised to find, when I turned around to see who was looking at me, that those arresting blue eyes in that handsome face across the aisle smiling at me.
He beckoned me to join him in the aisle, moving backwards as he did so. I really didn’t have time to waste on juvenile games and would have ignored him were it not for the fact that I had already passed-up one opportunity to meet the guy. If I brushed him off again he might not bother with me a third time, I reasoned. I really did not want to take that chance. With a small smile on my face I rose from my seat, walked around the desk and approached the section of bookshelves where he had beckoned to me.
He was standing at the furthest point away from me, near the grubby floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the quadrangle. He gave me a little half-wave and made a ‘come on’ gesture with his fingers. I laughed, smiled warmly and walked towards him.

“You’re Katie Charles” he said unceremoniously.

“I am, and you are Jeremy Parker” I smiled in reply.

“Jez. People call me Jez” he said. “You can call me Jez.

“Okay”

Before I knew what had happened I found myself locked into the handsome student’s strong embrace and his face was moving towards mine. His kiss was soft, gentle and incredibly tender; a real lover’s kiss.

“You are the most beautiful girl in school” he whispered huskily in between the first kiss and the one that followed it. I was so astounded that I said nothing and allowed this intense, incredibly handsome and masculine boy to kiss me again, then again several more time after that.
He released me from his embrace, took a small step backwards and looked at me, his mesmerising blue eyes looking intently at me.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked rather shyly.

“Err, well, yes, I, umm, yes, yes, of course I would!” I fumbled and blustered, blushing furiously and feeling like a twelve year old schoolgirl again being asked out by a boy for the first time.

“Good. I’ll see you later, then” he said before turning smartly on his heels and walking quickly away. Dumbfounded, I stood and stared at his retreating back, feeling flustered and, I have to admit, a little insulted. Who the heck did Jeremy ‘Jez’ Parker think he was?

That was how I met the guy who, in very short order, became my soul-mate. We had so many interests in common, so many things we both liked and disliked, such a similar taste in music , comedy, movies and books it felt like we were destined to meet and to fall in love.
He was my ‘ideal guy’ in every way. The sex we had with one another was incredible, almost as though we were communicating our thoughts and feelings subliminally or something. He knew just how to arouse me, how far to push me and how to make our lovemaking spectacular and satisfying. I had never met a guy like him before and did not believe that I ever would again.
We never spoke of love; it was a subject that just didn’t arise between us, almost as though it was accepted that we were in love and that that was all the acknowledgement it needed. I was not bothered Jez never told me he loved me; I knew it in my heart and soul.
Jez, I learned, had been orphaned a couple of years previously when the small charter aircraft his parents and twenty other people were travelling on crashed shortly after take-off. All on board were killed instantly. He rarely spoke of his parents, but I gathered that they had been a close family, rather like my own.

My best friend, closest confidante and one-off fuck-buddy, Kaitlin Durrant, was as jealous as hell, but in the nicest way possible. I loved her to bits and could never be angry with her at anything she said and did.

“You know, Katie,” she said one morning over toast and eggs, “you and the sex-god-Adonis you’re sleeping with look a lot alike”

“Oh, don’t be so daft” I spluttered, spraying toast crumbs everywhere, which reduced us to silly girly giggles for several minutes.

“Seriously, Katie, I’m not the only one who’s noticed” Kaitlin persisted when we had regained our senses. “You and Jez do look a lot alike” she insisted.

“We do not!” I retorted. “That’s ridiculous” I added, laughing.

Kaitlin rose from her seat and disappeared without a word into her bedroom. She emerged a few moments later carrying a photograph of herself with me and Jez.
“Look,” she said determinedly, “look closely at you and lover-boy”

Being forced to confront the issue seemed to make what my friend was saying appear to be true. Jeremy Parker and I had similar eyes, similar noses and chins and similar coloured hair; mid-to light blonde. We were both tallish: me a shade over five feet, seven inches and Jez a couple of inches over six feet. In the photograph we were both grinning brightly and our smiles even looked similar, which what I conceded to Kaitlin.

“Similar, Kaitlin, honey. I’ll admit that there are similarities between us, but that’s all”

“I’d call it more than that” she snorted with a mocking snort of derision. “You could well be peas from the same pod!”

“Now you’re being ridiculous!” I barked, shoving the photograph at her. “Here, put this away and finish your breakfast” I told her before filling my mouth with another piece of toast that was dripping with runny egg yolk.

“Have it your way,” Kaitlin conceded, laying the photo to one side, “but it might pay you to find out a little bit more about Jez. I’m only saying this as your friend, that’s all” she added, patting my hand affectionately.

“I know, honey. It’s pure coincidence, I’m sure. It is not unheard-of for couples to look like one another, is it?” I suggested.

“That’s true, but with you and Jez? That is, like, freaky” Kaitlin said. Before I could reply the telephone rang and she got herself engrossed in a conversation about the molecular structure of something-or-other. She was still discussing it when I left to go to my first lecture of the day. The topic was not brought up again.

3
When I was about seven years of age I asked mummy why it was that I didn’t have any brothers and sisters. Imagine my shock when mummy burst into tears and fled the room without word or explanation. I remember bursting into tears myself and being scared that I had said something Really Very Bad. I never, ever found the courage to ask the question again in later years. I just accepted that I was my parent’s only child.
The one thing that I was never insecure about as I was growing-up was how much I was loved. As I’ve said, I was probably spoiled as a kid, but to the point whereby I became an obnoxious brat like a great many kids of parents who lack proper parenting skills and try to make up for their deficiencies with material things. My folks were not like that.
They could not afford to be for a start: daddy worked at a factory, working his way up from the shop-floor to management without losing the affection and respect of his colleagues along the way. Mummy didn’t work until I started school, then she took a part-time job as a florist, a job she still does to this day. The lady who took her on all those years ago has asked mummy repeatedly to become a full-time employee and partner in the flourishing business but mummy always declines, saying that she doesn’t have a business cell in her brain. That is ridiculously untrue, of course, but trying to make mummy believe would test the patience of Job. Me and Daddy have tried, so I know!
I had a very happy, comfortable, loving upbringing, marred only by the absence of siblings. However, I was popular and had lots and lots of friends. My birthday parties were always well attended by boys and girls and weekends usually saw our modest home filled with an assortment of neighbourhood kids running in and out of its rooms. Summers seemed to last forever and if there were tearful days, they were by far outweighed by those that were laughter and adventure-filled.
My first ‘serious’ boyfriend was the same guy to whom I surrendered my virginity at fifteen years of age. Joel Franklin was seventeen, a footballer of some skill and as handsome as a movie star in my star-struck eyes. When he asked me to go to his house after school for to help him with some maths homework I naively believed that was all he wanted from me. What I had not anticipated was the ease with which he seduced me and got himself into my panties – or, rather, got me out of them.
Even so, I thought I was in love and allowed him to have sex with me several more times, even though he never called me or acknowledged me in school. It was only when I heard he was also seeing Steffi Kryzwyk, a big-breasted cheerleader a year older than me, that I realised how I had been used by him. He laughed at me when I told him I didn’t want to see him anymore, which brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t let him see me cry though: I did that alone in my bed that same night. It was a valuable lesson I had been taught by Joel and I learnt to be more circumspect around boys right up to the day I met Jeremy Parker. He blew away all of my carefully erected defences with just one flash of those amazing blue eyes of his.

One of the ‘conditions’ mum imposed on me before she agreed to let me attend uni away from home was that I kept in regular contact with her. Although she was computer literate and could send a text message on her mobile ‘phone, mum insisted that we actually talk at least once a week. We took turns who called whom: me calling her one week and she called me the next.
Although I’d made a small fuss about the arrangement at the time I actually looked forward to our chats as it gave mum an opportunity to keep me up to date on what was happening back home while mum could still feel an important part of my life. I don’t suppose we were a great deal different to many other mothers with teenage girls living away from home for the first time.
Jez and I had been dating for around six months before I finally confided to my mother that I had a steady boyfriend.

“He is incredibly handsome, mum,” I’d gushed enthusiastically, “and has a pair of the bluest eyes to die for”

Mum laughed affectionately.

“That’s’ the first thing I noticed about your father” she said wistfully. “His eyes seemed to be able to read me. It was like he knew what I was thinking and feeling before I knew it myself”

“That’s exactly how Jez makes me feel, mum!” I exclaimed delightedly. Mum got it! That was fantastic. “And I also feel so safe and secure when I am with him” I told her. “I just know he would never hurt me, no matter what”. I had never before voiced the feeling of security Jez gave when I was with him, but now that I had, I realised how very true it was. “He really looks out for me, mum”

“Okay! Okay! I believe you, darling!” mum laughed as I gushed on and on about Jez’s innumerable good qualities. “When do me and your father get to meet the young man who has turned my usually level-headed daughter into a dizzy airhead?” she chuckled.

“I’m not a dizzy airhead!” I protested, laughing in spite of myself. “I am a girl in love. Surely you remember that feeling, mummy?” I teased.

“Darling, I love you father as much today as I did the very first day I met him. He had been a fabulous husband to me and an exceptional father to you. Neither of us could have asked for any more from him than what he has given both of us” she said seriously.

“Sure, mum. You won’t get any argument from me on that score. I know I’m a ‘daddy’s girl’ and I feel very lucky to have a daddy like my dad” I told her, a small lump forming in my throat as I spoke.

“You have always made us proud, Katharine” she said warmly, a smile in her words.

“Thank you, mummy. I love you and daddy to bits, too” I told her, blowing her a kiss and suddenly wishing she was there with me so that I could hug her and kiss her warm soft cheek.

We ended the call with my promise to her that I would call again as soon as I had talked over with Jez a suitable time to come home so that she and dad could meet him. I felt suddenly very nostalgic and homesick when I hung-up the ‘phone. Luckily, like a breath of fresh air, Kaitlin breezed into my room and announced that I owed her a half-share for the pizza she’d ordered for our supper. I laughed at my beloved friend, hugged her warmly and told her that I loved her, and brushed my lips across hers before sorting out the money I owed her from the change on top of my bedside cabinet.

“We only have a cheap and nasty white left in the fridge, Katie” Kaitlin said mournfully, as though it was the worst possible event to befall us that day.

“That’s okay. I’m in the mood for cheap and nasty white wine” I told her. “Sounds just about perfect to me!” I added, taking her hand and leading her out of my bedroom and into the lounge of the scrubby little terrace house we shared with two other students we barely saw.
A little the worse for wear from the undeniably awful wine that just about escaped being classified as vinegar by its sweetness, and more tired than I remembered being for an age, I fell into my bed wearing just my panties and slept for nine solid hours.

I had a dream that Jez and Kaitlin were both lovers of mine, which, in a sense, they were. Early on in our friendship Kaitlin and I had loosened our tongues with too much red wine one evening and had confessed to having fantasies of a lesbian experience. It wasn’t at all unusual for young women to have such fantasies I learned subsequent to that night, but at the time it seemed naughty and daring.
It was a wonderful, beautiful and very sexy experience. I had made Kaitlin cum with my fingers and she had brought me to orgasm with her mouth, which was very exciting and new for me. We had spent the entire night in her bed, kissing, touching and enjoying the physical intimacy of being naked together. In the morning, with a last kiss, I left her bed, showered and carried on with my day as normal. Although we had discussed it later, neither of us had any inclination to repeat the experience. It remained, though, a fond memory for me and now, fuelled by alcohol, it was surfacing in my subconscious.

4
In my dream Kaitlin was wearing my underwear and was sleeping in my bed with my boyfriend. I stood to the side of the bed and watched as Jez unclasped my bra and nuzzled Kaitlin’s bigger-than-mine breasts. They had the biggest nipples on them that I had ever seen and Jez sucked them like a baby.

“But you can’t sleep with him, Katie” dream-Kaitlin was saying to me as Jez slipped his hand into her (my) panties. “He looks too much like you”

“No he doesn’t, Kaitlin. I told you before he doesn’t!” I protested as I watched my boyfriend remove my panties from my best friend’s body. Like me, she shaved her pussy. Jez liked a pussy to be hairless.

Jez shoved his head between Kaitlin’s wide open thighs and began to noisily lap at the pink slash of her pussy.

“Just look at the photograph again” Kaitlin said conversationally as my dream-boyfriend flicked his tongue over her swollen clitoris, just like he did to me. I found that I was becoming aroused at the sights and sounds I was witnessing, albeit through my subconscious. “Your eyes are the same; your lips are the same; damn it, girl, you even smile the same way he does!” a slightly breathy Kaitlin told me.

“No, no, no!” I cried as Jez, after a casual glance at me, slipped his beautiful cock into her wet sex. “You are so wrong. I love him and he loves me, too” I told my best friend as she closed her eyes and lost herself in my boyfriend’s lovemaking.

“Somewhere down the line, you two are related” dreamy-voiced Kaitlin intoned. “Check it out, girl. You’ll see that I’m right” she said, opening her eyes and facing me. “It isn’t right what you are doing, anyway” she said coldly.

The unfamiliar harsh tone in her voice woke me up. The room was pitch-dark and stuffy. The light duvet I had thrown over myself when I’d crept into bed had slipped to the floor and I was laying on my back, one hand in my panties, a finger vigorously rubbing my aroused clitty. The details of the dream were already sketchy in my mind, but the overriding sense of something not being quite right had surfaced with me from my dream. I orgasmed quietly and felt hot tears streaming down my face as I did so. What the hell was the matter with me?
The brightness of the new morning dispelled the upset of the previous night. The details of the semi-erotic dream of Jez and Kaitlin were already elusive and whatever message it was trying to impart to me was gone and pretty much forgotten. The unsettled upset I’d felt during the night had given way to a renewed sense of excitement. The telephone conversation with my mother came back to me and I found myself barely able to wait to see Jez and make the arrangements to introduce him to my parents.

“Do you think they’ll like me?” he asked, displaying an uncharacteristic uncertainty and vulnerability. Jez Parker had always struck me as the most confident person I had ever met, a confidence that bordered on arrogance a lot of the time. Sure, he had his detractors, mainly other guys, but most people liked him immensely.

“They will love you for who you are,” I told him confidently, “but they will also love you because I love you” I said, allowing him to enfold me in his strong arms and kiss me.

I melted. I told myself that, no matter what happened, Jez and I would have a sensible conversation before it descended into another bout of passionate, abandoned sex. It was all going so well, too, right up to the moment Jez kissed me and I felt his wandering hand cupping one of my breasts.

“No, Jez” I protested weakly.

“Yes, Katie!” he grinned mischievously as he deftly unbuttoned my shirt and slipped his fingers under my bra. My nipples hardened instantly, as they always did, at the first light touch of his fingertips.

“You are so bad” I sighed dreamily as Jez laid me on his unmade bed and helped me remove my shirt. My bra followed moments later and he locked his mouth over each of my small firm breasts in turn. He flicked his tongue quickly over the top of each hard sensitive nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through my upper body.
The fire in my pussy had already ignited and I could feel wetness between my legs. Never had a guy got me as hot and horny as quickly as Jeremy Parker did. It was incredible and amazing every time I was with him, which was why I could offer only the most token of token resistance when his strong hands began to explore my body.

“You have the most fabulous, sexy tits” he mumbled around a mouthful of one of them. It was a frequent refrain of his: he was one of those rare guys who was actually turned off by huge breasts. “Small is beautiful, honey,” he told me the first time we had made love, “and beautiful is perfect in your case”. I had my doubts as my breasts, such as they were, were nothing much to get excited about. I had seen eleven and twelve year old schoolgirls with bigger busts than mine! Given the amount of attention Jez paid to mine, though, I had to concede that he wasn’t being untruthful when he told me they were one of my sexiest features, something he said often.

He was leaning over me, his excitement obvious by the interesting bulge in his boxer shorts. I reached into them and wrapped my fingers around Jez’s engorged cock, feeling that thrill of excitement I always felt when I touched the softness of the outer skin and the knobbly, ribbed feeling of the hard length of muscle. I rubbed my thumb across the smooth head and smiled to myself when I felt wetness there already. Jez was one of those guys who seemed to be perpetually horny and ready to fuck at a moments’ notice. It meant we had an active, but at times, exhaustive, sex life.
I had chosen a simple black skirt to wear with the now-discarded lavender shirt, which I knew Jez liked me to wear. I would have preferred to undress completely but with his cock in my hand and his kisses becoming more urgent it was obvious that was not going to happen. He reached between my thighs and I felt Jez push the crotch of my skimpy lace panties aside. I guided his rigid manhood to my waiting wet sex and moments later felt the smooth head of his cock slip smoothly into my pussy.
Jez slid his hands under my ass. I was able to raise myself up high enough to give him room to reach my anus. I sighed contentedly when one of his fingers eased its way into my ass, quickly followed by a second. With both of my orifices filled and stimulated I was already well on my way to sensual heaven, but Jez wasn’t finished with me just yet.
By carefully adjusting his position he was able to angle his cock so that when he pushed himself into my pussy it slipped into the slit of my pubis, brushing over the hard bud of my aroused clitoris. I gasped a surprised ‘oh’ as the first electric bolt of sensual stimulation ripped through my pussy. In a matter of moments the regular steady strokes of my lovers’ cock on my highly aroused bud was stoking the fire that was burning steadily in my pussy. I began to writhe and gasp and groan as Jez’s amazing lovemaking took me to heaven.
Each small sound I made seemed to spur-on Jez. He drove his cock into my pussy hard and fast, his weight on my pushing my ass down onto his fingers that my tight sphincter was greedily holding onto. His mouth alternately mashed my breasts, his teeth lightly biting my hard nipples, sending surprisingly erotic pain coursing through me, then kissed my lips tenderly, his tongue probing every inch of my mouth, sucking my tongue and licking my teeth. I returned his kisses with matching fervour and passion, my arms now wrapped around his shoulders and drawing his handsome face closer to mine.
He kissed the tip of my nose, my cheeks, my eyelids, my ears, lightly brushing them over the smooth softness of the skin at the nape of my neck, something he knew I loved him doing to me. I felt the very tip of his tongue draw a thin moist line from my shoulder to the lobe of my ear and I felt myself shiver with pleasure. I could not prevent the groan that escaped my lips when he kissed his was across my chest to the other shoulder and did the same thing there.
The fire in my pussy grew in intensity and heat as my beautiful lover’s swollen cock inched me gently towards orgasm. I held Jez tightly and willed my body to take me all the way to the heaven that it promised me. Sensing my urgency, Jez began to pound his manhood into me, drawing his fingers out of my ass gently so that he could concentrate fully on his and my releases.
Sweat beaded his forehead and he closed his eyes as he drove himself, piston-like, into my soaking-wet pussy. I could feel my love fluid leak from my sex and trickle down my perineum to my anus as Jez’s cock pounded into me.
I was almost delirious with arousal and the need to orgasm. I panted small urgent breaths into my lungs and tossed my head wildly from side to side as the intensity of the heat in my pussy reached near-unbearable levels. At the point where I was certain that I would probably die if I didn’t orgasm my body seemed to explode in a riot of sexual sensation.

5
I screamed as my body convulsed violently and my mind blanked out everything else except the incredible, wonderful, exciting, mind-blowing sexual sensations that flooded every single molecule of my being. I was no longer a woman, but a highly aroused and sexually charged mass of sensuality as wave after incredible wave of sexual intensity washed over and through me. I had no control over myself and I bucked, thrashed and writhed helplessly as my orgasm took me higher, higher, higher.
From somewhere I heard a sound like a thunder moments before I felt my pussy become flooded with warm wetness. A minuscule part of my brain recalled the feel of cock filling my pussy and I realised that it had cum and the noise that was penetrating my orgasm-addled brain was Jez enjoying his moments of release. The realisation triggered another wave of sensual energy to swamp my body and I was lost.
It felt like a millennium at least had passed before I began to come down from the intense high I had been on. My five senses came back to me slowly as my breathing returned to normal. I felt exhausted but incredibly relaxed and at peace. Jez lay on top of me, his weight comforting and reassuring. Our eyes met and a slow, sexy smile curled the corners of my lovers’ mouth.

“What were you saying?” he asked, grinning now. I swatted his head and giggled. God, I loved him so much!

He drove fast, but skilfully carefully. To look at the car you would think it would be kinder to take it to a scrap yard and put it out of its misery, but Jez would have been extremely insulted if you had suggested as much. Although only the much-faded red paint job kept portions of the bodywork attached to the frame and rust showered to the ground if you slammed the doors closed too hard, the once sporty little car had a heart that beat as strong as any newer, sleeker model. Its engine roared its pleasure at being allowed to run free on the open road again, and we sped our way to the home where I spent my formative years.

Mum had been full of questions when I had talked over with her the best time for me and Jez to visit. With Christmas less than a month away and the expectation that I would join my folks for the holiday, it made sense for Jez and my folks to meet before then so that, if he wanted to, he could spend part of the holiday season with me and my parents.
I told mum very little about Jez other than he was tall, very handsome and had been adopted by the most loving parents imaginable, according to him. I added that he treated me like a princess and that I loved him with all my heart, which made mum chuckle.

“Ah, young love,” she had sighed affectionately, “there is nothing like it to sense your senses loopy” she’d laughed.

“I know mum” I had giggled with her. “Jez makes me feel silly and sexy, precious and protected and like the most important person on the planet when I’m with him” I said with enthusiasm. “And when I’m not with him, well…”

“It’s like you’ve lost your right arm?” mum interjected, the wistful tone in her voice unmistakable.

“Exactly!” I exclaimed.

“Your dad and I have been together a long time, Katharine, and I still feel that way about him” she confided. “He has always been the only man for me, ever since the day I met him”.

“I hope I’ll still feel that way about Jez when we are your age, mum” I said before wrapping up the call after agreeing that Jez and I would drive down and spend the coming weekend with her and dad.

The signpost indicated three miles to the village where I was born and grew up.

“You may not believe this, Katie, but I actually feel nervous!” Jez laughed

“You’ll be alright” I assured him confidently. “Mum and dad are going to love you.

“If you say so” he replied flatly, staring ahead like a man on his way to be executed. I laughed and he had the good grace to blush slightly as his silliness.

Less than ten minutes later Jez parked his beat-up old car outside my former home, a smallish three-bedroom semi-detached property with an aged conifer in the front garden that dad constantly battled with. The tree wanted to spread its branched far and wide and dad wanted to reign it in as it tended to block out a lot of light to the cluttered lounge.
He had once made an application to the authorities for permission to take the thing down altogether but instead received a Preservation Notice along with a host of restrictions imposed as to what he could and could definitely not do with the tree. It was one of the few times I had seen dad really lose his temper that day!
His car, a sensible two-door saloon that she changed every two years, was not on the drive.

“There’s a bit of good news for you” I smiled as Jez slipped his hand into mine. “You’ll only have to face mum straight away. Dad’s out at the moment”

Jez smiled grimly at me and gave my hand a gentle squeeze, but didn’t speak as we made our way round to the back of the house where we found my mother, back to the door, her hands in a sink-full of washing-up. Wonderful aromas wafted through the open door; bread, spices and something sweet. Mum loved to bake for her guests.

“Hi mum!” I said brightly as I stepped into the homely, cluttered kitchen that was far too small for mum’s cooking needs. “I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Jeremy, known as Jez to almost everybody” I told her as she reached for a tea-towel with which she wiped her hands as she turned around to face us.

The smile on her unlined face froze as the ruddy colour in her cheeks drained away. She swayed on her feet as her eyes widened in shock and she gasped a tight breath.

“NO!” she cried breathlessly, leaning backwards and allowing herself to sink to the mat-covered tile floor. “No, no, no!” she moaned into her hands,

“Mum! Mum!” I cried, shocked and upset at this most uncharacteristic and extraordinary behaviour from the single most level-headed woman I knew. “What on earth’s the matter!”

“Go away Katie. Go away now. Leave me alone”

“But why?” I insisted, utterly confused at this most strange and completely unexpected turn of events. “Tell me what the problem is!”
“Katharine, just GO!” mother insisted, her voice muffled because she insisted on holding the tea-towel over her face and refusing to look at either me or Jez. “Go before you father gets back”

“No, mother, we are going nowhere until you explain what on earth is going on here!” I said, a flash of the temper I rarely allowed to surface adding sharpness to my words.

“This is MY house, Katharine, and I’ll thank you to remember that, young lady!” mother spat suddenly, the anger and spite in her voice cutting me to my core. My mother had never spoken so harshly to me. “Now, please, go and get away from here!” she added only slightly less angrily.

I felt Jez tug lightly on my arm

“Come on, Katie, we need to go” he said softly as I burst into tears.

“Mum? Mumsie?” I cried, hurt beyond belief.

“Come on, Katie. Let’s go” Jez insisted.

I allowed him to guide me backwards out of the open door and into the sunshine that had felt so wonderful just a few minutes ago. Somehow or other, and for reasons that were unknown to me, my safe and cosy world had just been turned on its head. I had a host of questions and no answers and my beloved mother wasn’t talking.
I suddenly felt very small, very frightened and very alone. Even as Jez held me tightly in his comforting embrace while I sobbed like a child against him I knew that something was very wrong here, but I had no idea what. I was so very afraid of learning what ‘it’ was, but I knew I had to know.

6
We booked into a small inexpensive family-run hotel in the next village, the unplanned cost significantly eating into our meagre budget. I was inconsolable and poor Jez, the harder he tried to help only succeeded in making me feel worse than I already did. Eventually I asked him to just leave me alone for a while, which he reluctantly did. I crawled under the heavy duvet and sobbed into the big fluffy pillow, questions running one after another around my emotionally stretched brain. After an unknown length of time I must have drifted off to sleep for when I next opened my eyes it was to find that the light in the room was significantly dimmer and the sun appeared to have set.

“Hey there, sleepyhead” Jez’s voice said from somewhere out of the gloom. I saw a dark silhouette approach the bed and lean over me. “You must have need that” he said gently as his lips brushed my upturned and tear-stained cheek.

“How long have I been asleep?” I mumbled through a cotton-wool filled mouth.

“Two and half, three hours” he said, a smile in his voice.

“Sorry about that, darling” I said as I pulled myself into a sitting position.

“It was an…, ah…, difficult situation” Jez commented tactfully.

It suddenly all came back to me and my eyes filled with tears again. I sniffed them back; I Had cried quite enough for one day. I needed answers to the questions that were driving me insane. Jez must have read my mind.

“Someone rang your mobile while you were asleep” he told me. “The caller display said that it was your dad. Whoever it was hung-up on me when I answered it, all four times” he added wryly. “I’m guessing it’s you they want to talk to”

“I am so sorry, Jez. I wish I knew what is going on. It is so unlike my parents to behave like this” I told him as I threw aside the duvet and stood beside the bed. “I’ll call my dad when I’ve been to the bathroom” I said, the urgent pains in my bladder insisting that I hurry up. I did not delay a moment longer.

I washed my hands and dried them on a not-too-soft hand towel. My face in the small mirror deemed to have aged several years in the past hours and dark patches were developing under my eyes. My hair was a tangled mess which finger-combing did little to improve. I sighed, smoothed my clothes then rejoined Jez in the bedroom. He smiled at me, a smile meant to convey reassurance but spoke more of his concerns for me.

“It’ll be okay” I said with far more confidence than I actually felt as I picked up my mobile phone and brought up my father’s mobile number. I thought it might be safer than dialling the landline.

“It’s me, dad” I said when my call was answered on the third ring.

“Hello Katharine” dad replied, which set alarm bells ringing for me. My father, almost from the day I was born, always called me by my pet name, Katie-kiss. It was rare for him to use my given name, so to hear hi m use it now told me that things were even more serious than I’d imagined. “Your mother told me that you had been round” he added slowly.

“Daddy, what is going on?” I asked, my voice thickening with emotion as my eyes filled with tears again. “Why did mummy act the way she did?”

“Can you come round in, say, an hour?” my father said, ignoring my questions. “I know you have questions. Your mother and I will answer them all when you get here” he said solemnly.

“Okay. We’ll see you in an hour” I said.

“No, Katharine. Not…,” he paused, searching for a word, “Not the young man” he compromised. “Just you, on your own”.

“Why can’t Jez come with me, daddy” I asked. The tears I had fought to hold back trickled unchecked down my face. “What is this all about?” I sobbed down my handset.

“I’m sorry darling” my father said, his voice much softer and concerned. “I know that this is hurtful and confusing for you, but your mother and I will explain everything; answer all of your questions when you get here, okay?”

“Okay, daddy” I sobbed

“Your mother and I love you dearly, Katharine, remember that” he said, blowing me a kiss and disconnecting the call.

Jez held me close, stroking my back soothingly while I sobbed on his shoulder. When I had cried myself out he wiped my face with tissues from the complementary box by the bed and kissed me lightly on the lips.

“Whatever it is, we’ll get through it” he told me, his eyes boring earnestly into mine. “I love you” he added shyly.

“Oh God, Jez!” I wailed, “I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you” I told him, throwing myself into his embrace and allowing his lips to press against mine passionately. I felt the heat of desire warm my crotch and would have allowed things to progress had time been on my side. Instead I reluctantly disentangled myself from my lovers’ embrace.

“I had better make some sort of effort to make myself look presentable” I chuckled. “I must look pretty rough right now?”

“You look good to me, whatever” Jez grinned, that mischievous twinkle in his eye was accompanied by a lascivious leer that immediately dispelled the heavy mood I was in.

We were sitting side-by-side on the edge of the bed. I was happy to allow Jez to ease me down onto my back. His hands slipped over my small breasts and began to squeeze them, causing the nipples to stiffen into two hard points. The fingers of one hand deftly undid the buttons of my shirt before pushing my bra upwards and cupping the warm soft mound of my breast.

“You are a bad boy!” I sighed contentedly as Jez closed his mouth over one, then the other, of my breasts, sucking each mound fully into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the hard nipple. My pussy flooded with desire as my handsome lover stimulated me with his mouth, first, and now his fingers that were stroking the swell of my pubis through my panties.

I reached towards his groin and felt the swell of his erection through the fabric of his trousers.

“Need some help there?” I murmured dreamily as Jez slipped a finger into the crotch of my panties and began to stroke the moist sensitive lips of my pussy. I fumbled his zipper and undid the metal button as his waist before slipping my hand into his underwear and firmly grasping his swollen cock.
A small gasp of pleasure burst from Jez when my hand began to slide up and down his impressive seven inch length. I felt a second of his fingers slip into my panties before one slipped into the wetness of my pussy and the other investigate the crease of my pubis and locating the super-sensitive nub of my aroused clitoris.
It was my turn to gasp as my experienced lover began to expertly lightly rub and stroke my small hard nub, sending incredible sensations coursing through my body. I gripped his thick, stiff cock tighter and rubbed it harder and faster.

“Ah, god, baby!” Jez gasped. “That feels fucking great!” he told me as he slipped a second finger into my wetter-than-ever pussy and rubbed my swollen clitoris faster still. In what felt like a matter of moments I felt myself teetering on the brink of orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, Jez!” I cried urgently, pounding his tumescent cock as hard and as fast as I was able to as my body began to fall over the edge into the welcome oblivion of sexual and sensual heaven. The fire in my crotch and belly drew a loud and drawn-out cry of release as my body stiffened, then bucked violently as my lovers’ fingertip tipped me slowly over the edge into orgasm.

I felt my fingers being unfolded from around Jez’s cock. I watched through half-lidded eyes as Jez, while he watched me enjoy my orgasm, grasped his swollen manhood and began to furiously pump it. He was panting heavily and his clenched fist was a blur as it pounded his cock. I heard a low, animal-like growl begin at the back of his throat, which grew in volume and intensity as Jez neared his own climax.
He yelped like a dog as a fountain of cum erupted from his cock-head. A second thick spurt of cum followed the first, and still his hand grasped and pumped his stiff manhood. He was growling and groaning in pleasure as further, smaller spurts of his sticky creamy fluid were drawn from his manhood. A smile of pure satisfaction settled on his face when he was satisfied that there was nothing left to come and he released his softening cock.

“I needed that” I giggled as I stood up.

“Hmph!” Jez snorted, a big smile on his face. I laughed happily.

“You’d better get yourself tidied-up” he said, nodding at my somewhat dishevelled appearance. “I’ll come in when you’re done”

“Okay, handsome|” I said, kissing him lightly on the lips before heading to the bathroom again. I washed my face, fixed my hair and applied make-up to conceal the redness and bags around my eyes. I used the toilet again, washed my hands and brushed my teeth before deciding I felt semi-human again.

“All yours” I told Jez. He patted my ass as he went by me, which made me smile. I changed into a lightweight pair of trousers and a university sweatshirt before slipping on trainers over sockless feet. I was about as ready as I was ever going to be for whatever was coming up.

Jez insisted on driving back to my parents’ house and in waiting for me outside while I was talking to them. He reasoned that I might not want to call a cab afterwards if I was upset again. I could not argue with his logic so, with a soft kiss on my lips from him, I left his car and walked with growing trepidation towards the street door that I knew so well.

7

My grim-faced father answered my tentative knock. He offered a wan smile to me which I managed to return, just. I followed him to the room that mother insisted upon calling the parlour, although it was such an old-fashioned and antiquated term. It was the room that, through my developing years, had been the scene of much laughter and tears for various reasons.
Its décor was a mixture of antique and uber-modern; Ikea meets Victoriana. Somehow, though, mum’s artistic flair made it work and, as it had when I was a child, it remained my favourite room in the house.
Mum was sitting in an upholstered wing-back chair. She sat stiffly upright, her hands clasped together on her lap, her face drawn with strain. Her watery-blue eyes peered at me through horn-rimmed spectacles that perched precariously on the end of her small dainty nose.

“Hello mother” I said warmly, feeling unaccountably nervous.

“Katharine” she acknowledged flatly, blinking twice.

“Take the chair there, darling” daddy said, indicating one of the dining chairs with the plush red padded seats. He sat himself on his favourite chair beside my unmoving mother. Seeing them together like that made me realise how old daddy was getting. Where mummy was still attractive in a slightly care-worn way, daddy looked tired and run-down; old beyond his fifty years. He smiled uncertainly at me. I managed to curl my lips in an approximation of a smile, but it was as forced as it looked.

“You must stop seeing that boy, immediately, Katharine” mother said without preamble.

“What?” I gasped, shocked.

“Stop seeing that boy. Now. Today.” my mother insisted, her tone flat and cold. I had never heard her speak like that to me or anyone else and it sent a chill racing up my spine.

“I will do no such thing!” I retorted sharply. “Why on earth would you want me to stop seeing Jeremy?” I asked.

“Katie, darling, please listen to your mother” daddy implored, his voice strained.

“But why daddy? Why is she doing this to me?” I begged of him, fighting back yet more tears.

“The why doesn’t concern you, young lady” mother commented archly. “I have told you to stop seeing that boy and I expect you to do as such”

“Mother, unless you tell me what is going on here I will be forced to disobey you. I love Jez and he loves me, so why on earth you would want me to stop seeing him is completely beyond me” I gushed breathlessly. “You want me to be happy, don’t you?” I asked as a few hot tears leaked from my eyes. I angrily wiped them away as I stared at my parents.

A look passed between them, one which I could not read but seemed to be some sort of signal for my daddy’s head nodded ever-so-slightly and a grim expression settled on his face.

“Darling,” he began slowly; reluctantly, “your mother and I have something to tell you which will shock and upset you. All we ask is that you hear us out and try not to judge us” he said.

I felt the first stab of genuine fear cut through me when I saw my father wipe a tear from his own eye.

“Daddy? What’s wrong?!” I cried. “Are you ill? Is mummy ill?” My eyes darted between my parents, looking desperately for a clue as to what would cause my father to cry.

“It’s nothing like that, Katharine” mother sighed, sounding incredibly tired. “Just listen, please” she asked, sighing resignedly.

“Okay, I will” I said

Daddy smiled at me, a sad, tired smile that did little to ease the tension that was beginning to make my shoulders ache. I swivelled them both to try and ease some of the stiffness out of them as my mother began to talk in a low, even tone of voice.

“I was only your age now when I gave birth to you” she said. “I was inexperienced and unworldly, but your father, because he was older than me, helped me to understand those things that puzzled me” A smile, an affectionate smile, played at the corners of her mouth. “When I found out I was pregnant it was the most exciting day of my life and also the most frightening”
Daddy reached over to her and took hold of one of her hands and patted it lightly as mother continued to talk.
“We were not as well-off back then as we are today, Katharine, and it was always hard to make ends meet. Having an extra mouth to feed was always going to be difficult” She paused and drew in a big breath.

“Imagine, then, our shock when we learned that it would not be just one extra mouth, but two!” she blurted.

I sat and stared, dumbfounded, unsure of what I had just heard.

“T…, two babies?” I stuttered

“Yes, darling” daddy said, his head hanging down, unable to meet my eye.

“I have a twin?” I clarified. “I have a twin sister?”

“A twin brother, actually” mother said, straightening her back and staring defiantly at me, as though expecting me to challenge her.

“Oh, wow!” I exclaimed, shaking my head in wonderment at this amazing news.

“We were too poor to keep both babies, you see, darling” daddy went on hurriedly, “and our friends, well, their baby died before it was born” he said, meeting my eye for the first time in several minutes.

An unpleasant gnawing, sick feeling began to settle into the pit of my stomach as I began to get a worrying inkling of where this story was heading.

“No, please!” I cried, suddenly not wanting to hear another word, as though by not hearing it would negate the truth of it.

“We gave your new-born brother to our best friends on the promise that they would move as far away from here as they could” mummy said clearly and calmly. “They left the night you were born” she added.

“Elaine and Brendan Parker, Katharine. Do those names mean anything to you?” daddy asked so gently it almost hurt.

“Nooooooooo!” I wailed loudly. “No, no, no, no, no!”
“I’m so sorry, Katie,” daddy said gently, with a hitch in his voice, ?