Sorting out the sister in law and her daughters

Bertram my beloved brother was always a pain in the backside but when he inherited father’s title and estates he become intolerable.

It wasn’t as if I expected a life of idleness as a second son of a baron, I knew I had to forge a career but his condescending attitude was completely uncalled for.

Admittedly I was an after thought born thirteen years after Bertram but I had worked hard for my accommodation and such luxuries as I could amass. He served in the great war,

I, thank the lord, missed the great carnage but enjoyed the post war fun. Bertram married in 1912 aged only 22 and his rich american wife rattled out two female sprogs with remarkable rapidity, to my eye they had something of Thompson the gamekeeper about them but the son who followed looked exactly the same as my brother, and shared his obnoxious attitude

In 1928 he was ruined financially by the wall st crash. He called on me for help. I didn’t. Why should I? He never helped me with anything. I let him go bankrupt and he fled to Argentina of all places. Mother pleaded with me for help so I lent them my house in Bloomington Square into which Bertrams wife and three children managed to cram themselves while I stayed at an Hotel or my club

It was in the early 1930s that friction came into our relationship, My young lady at the time Mary Godolfin needed somewhere to live so could get married yet Mother and Bertram’s wife and children clung to my house in Bloomington Square like limpets

“They live rent free while we squeeze in here like sardines in a can,” Mary railed in frustration, “Why can’t they find their own place.”

“No money, where should they go, the workhouse.” I replied.

“They could get a job,” Mary suggested.

“What as, street walkers?” I suggested.

“Well why not, that sister in law could use a good shagging as could her stuck up daughters.” Mary explained.

“Mary!” I chided.

“Why not,” she exclaimed, “What else can they do, they are not going to marry anyone rich, unless you spend a fortune and get them onto the Debutant circuit.”

She was not wrong, “Tell them the free ride is over.” she insisted.

It was an uncomfortable interview with mother, the boy was away at school, Eton of course, the girls Flora and Clarissa were out shopping.

“I am sorry but Mary and I really need our house back,” I said more firmly than I felt,” Time is passing and we wish to get married and start a family.

“Nonsense we have no room to spare,” Mother insisted not fully understanding what I felt.

Dana, Bertram’s wife was more sympathetic, “It is his house.” she explained but Mother pleaded “But John it’s your place to look after us.”

“No it’s Bertram’s,” Dana repllid, “He wasted his money and lost mine, he should pay.”

“No!” Mother retorted.

“We think Flora and Clarissa should get jobs and support you,” I suggested.

“No grand daughters of mine shall demean themselves by taking on paid employment,” Mother stormed.

“Oh god, we both know Jenkins the Game Keeper is their father,” Dana sighed, “Bertie is a bloody shirt lifter, when I needed relief it was either Jenkins or the hearth brush and Jenkins was marginally more passionate.”

Mother tried to look shocked but failed. “But what work can they do?”

“Shop assistants in a posh store, be a courtesan, walk the streets perhaps, be some old man’s muse,” I suggested.

“Muse, ha no body would tolerate those two,” Dana insisted, “Factory work is all they are fit for, or are you serious about them walking the streets.”

“Poor Clarissa is barely eighteen!” Mother insisted.

“What is that about me?” Clarissa asked as she walked in.

“Uncle John want’s you to walk the streets or become a courtesan,” Dana said bluntly.

“Really?” she replied, “Well at least I would get some fresh air not be stuck in here with this lot.”

“Clarissa!” Mother cried.

“Do you want to cock me uncle John?” she asked.

“Er, really it’s not.” I said.

“I’d like you to,” she said, “I’d like you to fuck me against the door frame for everyone to see.”

“Are you a virgin?” I asked.

“Good lord no, where on earth do you think we get money for clothes?” she said, “We sneak out at night and sell our bodies!”

“Really?” I queried.

“Of course not worse luck,” she said, “But I’m game if you are.”

“No John,” mother chided but I called Clarissa’s bluff, took her in my arms and kissed her mouth and she kissed back with equal passion.

“Do it,” Clarissa said as she reached under her short skirt and pushed her panties aside.

“Oh lord John your face,” Dana laughed, “She would eat you alive.

I lifted Clarissa under her arms, “Undo my fly,” I whispered.

Soft fingers scrabbled at my buttons and my cock sprang free and Clarissa guided it into her soft wet conch as I lowered her down onto my rock hard erection.

Mother fled the room screaming, Dana hovered nervously until she was sure Clarissa was not in pain and then just watched wistfully.

“Clarissa,” Flora shouted, “What are you doing?” as she came down from her room where she had put her shopping.

“Oh my good god!” she exclaimed as she saw Clarissa and I fucking, supported now by the door frame and lost in each other’s passion.