TVR/John Howard/Early Life/School/College/Married/Babysitter/Talk

"Jane, turn the TV off for a minute, we need to talk about the children," you say.

"This is nearly finished. I think I know what you want to talk about. I'll see you in your study in ten minutes."

Your study is a very masculine room. There's a big desk with a swivel chair at an angle across one corner, and two comfortable leather armchairs on either side of the fireplace. There's a picture of the young Queen over the fireplace on bookshelves line the rest of the walls with a drinks cabinet built into one section.

You're pouring yourself a brandy when Jane comes in and offer her one. She declines the brandy but accepts a glass of sherry. You both sit down and take a sip from your drinks.

"So what do you think they get up to when they're on their own upstairs all the time," you ask.

Jane shrugs. "A few days ago, I would have said they were just playing, but the other day I saw Andrew kissing his sister and I thought then that brothers shouldn't be kissing their sisters like that."

"I know I'm not around much, but I do keep my eyes open," you say. "If you ask me, those two are fucking like rabbits every chance they get. He's probably fucking that friend of theirs, Susan as well. Or if he isn't, it will be one of the few boys in the village who hasn't."

"You, you really think so?" Jane finishes her sherry and gets up to get herself a refill. "I did try and warn Janet, but I don't think he took any notice. So what you think we should do about it?"

"I'm not sure what we can do. We could send them away to school, and I really don't want to do that. I had a really bad time at boarding school and I wouldn't want to put Andrew through that. I don't know what girl's schools are like, but I bet they're not all that much different."

You both sit for a while staring at the fire. "To be honest," you say. "I really don't think… Fuck it! There's not much we can do except the obvious - get Jane on the pill as soon as she reaches puberty. Oh! Maybe we should buy Andrew a box of condoms in case he is sowing his oats in more fertile ground."

The thought that your twelve-year-old son might well be fucking his nine-year-old sister at this very moment is quite a turn-on. Looking across at Jane, you see that she is rubbing her thighs together, a clear indication that it's had the same effect on her.

"Do you fancy an early night," you say.

She doesn't reply, but stands up, walks across the room and drops to her knees in front of you. Seconds later, she's unbuttoned your fly and pulled your half-hard cock out. It's still swelling as she wraps her hand around it and then she leans forward to take it into her mouth.

It's been a long time since she took the initiative with sex and you are content to sit and let her do whatever she wants. As she licks and sucks and uses her hand on the shaft, it occurs to you that she is actually better at it than the professionals. Knowing her history and what happened to her as a child, you suppose that it's no great surprise, but it's certainly pleasurable.

She spends a while, licking and sucking before pressing her head down until your cock reaches the back of her throat. It makes her gag a little and she pulls off and looks up at you with a dribble of spit running down over her chin. "I love you," she says before in engulfing your cock again.

"I love you too darling," is all you can think of to say as she starts pushing down harder. When you first started having sex, you try to get her to deep-throat you without success and, of course, you didn't want to push it for fear of frightening her off. Before Andrew was born, she did succeed on a couple of occasions but it was clearly not something that she was very keen on. After Janet was born, you didn't even have ordinary sex very often, let alone anything more "specialised".

You can feel her throat gagging on the head of your cock and you sit on your hands to stop them from reaching out and pushing her head down. If she's going to do it, it mustn't be because I forced her, you think.

"You don't have to do this you know, darling," you say. By way of reply, she leans further over and before you know it, your balls are against her chin and the whole ten inches of your cock is down her throat. Of course, there's no way you can hold back and a few seconds later you're pumping the contents of your balls directly into her throat.

She holds still, obviously unable to breathe until your cock begins to soften and then she can lift her head and take a big ragged breath, before spitting out a mixture of saliva and spunk all over your lap.

"Now I think we should go to bed," you say with a grin and bend forward to kiss her snotty spunky mouth.

• First fuck for ages