10-3 Bindi comes to stay

Themes: ws, mast, lez, light scat, Asian/Indian

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-9) to find out the full background or some of it won’t make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.

Chapter 10-3 Bindi comes to stay

by StackofBooks

(4074 words)

Life at “Pee Stains on the Lawn” farm was still going on much as usual.

Of course, Molly and Franny had already flown the nest and Margey and I missed them dearly. Molly, cos she was always so mature, quiet, level-headed, cool and collected. And the perfect wife for Ben, who had declared to me all those years ago: I’m a one-woman man, and she is “The One” – and only one – for me. And their continuing stable relationship with toddler Charlotte and another one on the way was proof of the pudding.

We missed Franny as well, not just for her sassiness (her put-downs and wisecracks were legendary), but because of her lust for life, her desire for new experiences (sexual and non-sexual), her ability to turn negative situations into positive. I confess it surprised me when I learned that she and Chris looked at each other in Andrea’s garden, and after only a short time of meeting each other, knew – just KNEW – they’d found their soulmate. I had sort of imagined she would play the field for a long time, bouncing from one to another like a pinball, even fearing she might plump for an unsuitable oik or a wrong ‘un who might mistreat her. Surprisingly, she never used her sassiness on Chris – like he’d been given immunity from the start, as some kind of a ‘Get out of jail free’ card like in Monopoly.

Suze, the 3rd daughter in Margey’s brood was still at home, but now had a boyfriend called Martin. (His surname was Marten, and it always made me wonder what the HELL his parents were thinking when giving him a Christian name. Seriously, what is wrong with these people and others of their ilk??) 

He was a good kid and never asked me any awkward questions about circumcised/uncircumcised penises. (Maybe Suze had already told him!) So thankfully we never got to the stage where he lopped his dick out of his pants for me to look at. I had to close down my advice centre in the village, my life already.

However, I did once catch them fucking each other on the living room couch one day, but they were cool and not startled by it and said I could stay if I wanted. I did. He had a good weapon as far as I could see and was fairly adept at what he was doing. I was of course fairly familiar with her lower bits from previous encounters, but still enjoyed the view of her pink slit as it was being penetrated; and he’d pushed up her T-shirt so I could see she’d developed quite nicely up top too. She was enjoying his ministrations immensely, coming every now and again. Martin was a bit concerned when I pulled my dick out to wank it, thinking I might want to take over and usurp him. Nothing was further from my mind though. Suze knew the score however, and opened her mouth wide to receive my load. He pulled out after coming (Margey had put all her girls on contraception as soon as was possible), and he did have a nice smooth 4-incher. Part of me wanted to examine and/or lick off from him all Suze’s delicious juices – past experience talking here – she had made.

But in my heart of hearts, I was sort of worried about Suze. Of the four girls she was the one who showed more of a magnetic attraction to lesbianism. (Not that I think that kind of sexuality is wrong – don’t misunderstand me.)  Her mum had always stressed to me that she herself was 100% straight – until I found she enjoyed lezzie porn; then she had an affair with Ben’s mum Andrea; that she wanted to 69 her girls before they stepped into the adult world. So I wondered why Suze was seeing this boy. Maybe she wanted to confirm to herself she was gay. Perhaps she was content with walking both sides of the street.

Lisbeth (or Beth as she preferred) was still hoping to become a basketball star, but all her growing seemed to have been done and she just wasn’t quite tall enough. She was a happy-go-lucky kid, and accepted it all with stoic grace. Of all four girls, she was least blessed with good looks, and her mousy short straggly hair and buck teeth held her back somewhat. 

Her main redeeming feature (but she had many others such as cooking) was her art. The only left hander in the family, her medium was just about anything: 7B to 7H pencils, charcoal, pastels, then watercolours to acrylics. We encouraged her a lot in this pursuit.

She hated her glasses, but I reminded her that the wearing or not wearing of them does not make you any less or more desirable to a prospective partner. However, if you bump into furniture or get run over by a car because you cannot see properly, that may decrease your chances of being asked out on a date and finding a soulmate. I told her: Look, I wear specs and I found your mum (and you four lovely girls into the bargain). Why can’t it happen to you?

She didn’t care much about what kind of clothes she wore either, and Margey (or more usually Molly) had to take her in hand every now and again and get her sorted at the shops. Her sexuality was also borderline.