The three of them slept well for the following few nights, although oddly enough none of them felt inclined to immediately repeat the joys of that first session. It was almost as if they had reached a peak and were now relaxing in the knowledge that what they had done could be repeated anytime they liked.
Which is what they did.
Over the next few wonderful weeks of summer, while battles raged in the skies over the south coast of Britain, in a small village in Dorset, David enjoyed the attentions of Mrs Ellis and her children, miraculously ensuring that each relationship remained hidden from the others.
Until one fateful night early in September.
It was still warm at night; in fact it was the best summer weather that Britain had enjoyed for many a long year and David once again ventured into the girls’ bed. The three of them settled down to much kissing and cuddling. Kate was passionately exploring David’s mouth with her tongue whilst Sally was equally busy below the bedclothes, her young tongue quickly bringing David to full hardness. However their mutual joy was short-lived.
It was Kate who firstly cocked her head to one side, listening.
“What’s that?”
David shook himself from his reverie and raised his head. It was difficult to concentrate with Sally’s tongue still busy on his cock but there was the unmistakable drone of an aircraft.
Back in Southampton, David had been very familiar with such sounds. Although the city had not been bombed yet, and would not be so until later that year, he was well used to the sound of aircraft flying overhead, a sound which was not so familiar to the girls living in their sleepy village. However none of them were familiar with the sound that came next.
The room seemed to light up and an almighty whoosh followed by an explosion that rocked the whole house.
The bang was followed by a blast of air as the curtains flew from the windows and shards of glass shot across the room, scattering across the bedclothes. David held Kate close to to him and he heard a muffled shriek from Sally as she in turn clung to him whilst the thunderous noise rolled briefly around the room, followed by an eerie silence.
No one said anything as the curtains flapped at the shattered windows and the flickering lighting in the room suggested something, somewhere was on fire. It was apparent that the house itself had not been hit but the bomb, for that surely was what it was, had obviously fallen close by.
Within seconds the bedroom door flew open and the girl’s mother burst into the room with a cry.
“It’s the house across the road! Poor Mrs Hanson’s been hit!” She exclaimed rather oddly, seemingly more concerned about her neighbour rather than enquiring after the health of her children. By now Sally had scrambled from under the bedclothes and had burst into tears on seeing the debris. Mary carefully lifted the young child up from the bed and clutched her to her.
“Quickly, downstairs.” she ordered, as David and Kate leapt from the bed, scattering broken glass as they did so and self consciously grabbing their night clothes, putting them on as they made their way across to the open door.
The four of them went downstairs to the kitchen and with strict instructions not to move, Mary left the three children sat round a table whilst she pulled her dressing gown closer around her and went out the back door. The three children exchanged glances. Sally’s face was smeared with tears which had now dried up but she was still trembling. Kate was ashen faced, hugging herself as if to keep warm, and David pulled the two girls to him to comfort them.
“Is this how it’s going to be?” Kate gazed at him nervously. “Bombs and that?” David shook his head.
“I expect he was bombing somewhere else and had one left on his way back.” David explained how German aircraft travelling across from the continent could only go so far because of the fuel and if they didn’t drop all their bombs, or missed the target, they would dump their bombs anywhere so is to get back more easily.
They could hear the noise of activity outside and after a few minutes Mary came back in and smiled at them reassuringly.
“Mrs. Hanson’s okay…as soon as she heard the plane she dashed under the stairs!” Mary gave a brief laugh and then her expression dropped again. “The house is a mess though…” she looked distractedly round the kitchen and then, as if to take her mind off things, put the kettle on. She busied herself making tea and cocoa and soon the four of them sat silently drinking, each with their own thoughts.
“I expect he was off course don’t you?” Kate asked her mother as if seeking further reassurance. Mary nodded quickly.
“That’s what we all think.” She jerked her head in the direction of outside. “Bastard Germans…” she was now shaking and quickly put her cup down as suddenly sobs racked her body.