Home (Almost) Alone
 

For those of you who are having withdrawal symptoms from The Dolls’ House and can’t wait for its return, here are the first 2 parts of a shorter story to fill in the gap.

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Chapter 1
 

CHAPTER 1

“If there’s any problems,” Gemma’s mother said, “The phone number’s stuck to the fridge.”

“Yes, mum,” Gemma said, as she stood on the doorstep.

Her father drove the car round from the garage and pulled up on the driveway.

“We’ll be back about eleven,” her mother said, as she walked to the car. “ Make sure Tiffany and Jessica are in bed by nine at the latest.”

“Yes, mum,” Gemma said. She waved as her mother climbed into the car and they pulled out of the driveway onto the road.

Gemma continued waving until the car was out of sight, even though she knew her parents couldn’t see her, and then she went back inside and closed the door.

Eleven o clock, she thought, say they’ll be back about ten thirty to be on the safe side. She looked at the time. It was six-thirty. There were four hours to pass; what could she do?

At fourteen, she was being trusted to look after her ten-year-old and eight-year-old sisters while her parents went out for the evening.

She went back into the lounge where her sisters were watching a DVD. “Is everything okay?” she asked them.

The youngsters just nodded without taking their eyes off the cartoon movie they were watching.

Gemma looked round the room to see that there was nothing that could harm her sisters and then said, “I’m just going to make a phone call and then I’ll be back. If you need anything, call me, I’ll just be in my room.”

The two youngsters nodded.

“And you have to get your pyjamas on in about an hour, okay?”

The two youngsters nodded without looking up.

Gemma smiled. They’d be okay for about half an hour. She went upstairs to her room and dialled a number on her mobile phone.

It was answered within about five seconds.

“Hiya,” she said, “It’s me, Gem. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” the male voice on the other end said. “You?”

“Yeah,” Gemma said. “I’m looking after Tiff and Jess but they’re going to bed at half seven.”

”What do you fancy doing then?” he asked.

“I was wondering if you fancied coming round later.”

“Sure. What time?”

Half seven,” Gemma said. “We’ll have till about ten-fifteen.”

“Great. I’ll be there.”

“Don’t knock the door or ring the bell,” Gemma warned him. “Text me when you get here, I’ll let you in.”

Gemma chatted to him for about another twenty minutes before she finally decided to call it a day. She made a kissing sound. “You hang up first,” she said.

He hung up. She was expecting several bouts of “No, you hang up first,” before it happened but he just hung up.

Gemma took her phone downstairs to the lounge. The movie was just finishing and her sisters were singing along to the theme song.

Gemma made the youngsters a drink and waited until they’d finished it.

“Come on then,” she said, “Let’s get you two ready for bed now.”

“But it’s not half seven yet,” Tiffany complained.

Gemma looked at the time on her phone. “It’s close enough,” she said. It was just after seven o clock. She added, “You can keep the light on when you’re in bed and read for a bit or something if you like.”

“Can we play a game?” Jessica asked.

“Yes, if you like,” Gemma said, “Until nine o clock and then it’s lights out. Just don’t make too much noise.”

She took her two younger sisters upstairs to their room where they had bunk beds. “You don’t have to do your teeth yet,” Gemma said, “Just get your pyjamas on, and get into bed.”

Tiffany and Jessica undressed and put their pyjamas on. Jessica, being the youngest at eight, slept in the lower bunk. Ten-year-old Tiffany climbed up the metal ladder to the top bunk. From their beds, they had access to shelves which contained books and games.

They’ll be okay here, Gemma decided. She made sure they were happy and then she left the room but kept the door partly open so she could hear if they called her.

Gemma went into her own bedroom to change. She didn’t have time for a shower so she just changed out of her jeans and top and put on a button-down summer dress. Afterwards she gave herself a few squirts with her deodorant spray and viewed herself in the full-length mirror on her wardrobe door.

Before going downstairs again, she looked in on her sisters once more. “Everything still okay?”

“Yes,” Tiffany said.

“Call me if you need anything,” Gemma said, closing the door. As an afterthought, she opened the door again. “Don’t come downstairs,” she said.

“Why?” Jessica wanted to know.

“Just don’t,” Gemma said, “I have... homework to do before mom and dad get back.”

“Okay,” Tiffany and Jessica said in unison.

Gemma closed the bedroom door and went downstairs again to make a cup of coffee before putting the DVD away and turning on the TV. She glanced at the time again. It was seven twenty-five. She felt nervous and butterflies were hatching out of pupae in her stomach.

As soon as she sat down on the sofa, her phone beeped. A text message.

She looked at it.

“I’m outside now,” it read, “It’s freezing. Let me in.” A smiley face and three x’s were added at the end.

Gemma bit her lower lip. Too late to back out now, she thought. She stood up and went out to the front door. She opened the door to greet her visitor.


To be continued...

Chapter 2
 

CHAPTER 2

James stepped into the hallway. He wore a shirt and jeans. “Hi.” He gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Hiya,” Gemma whispered. “Be quiet. Tiff and Jess are upstairs.” She closed the front door as quietly as she could and pointed to the lounge door.

James tiptoed into the lounge, exaggerating his movements to make a point.

She’d been seeing him for about three months and so far they hadn’t done any more than kiss. She wondered if that would still be the case when he left her house at ten-fifteen. Most of her hoped nothing would happen because she felt unready for more than kissing just yet.

James, however, was four years older than she was and he had been pressing her to go further. So far, she had resisted his demands.

She’d met him online and they’d chatted by email and text for a few weeks before she had even heard his voice. It transpired that he attended the sixth-form college near to her school and they’d eventually arranged to meet at a local cafe.

She liked him straight away and she’d met up with him a few more times after school and at weekends but she had never wanted to commit to him. It was a big step.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked him.

“What have you got?” he asked her.

“Just tea or coffee, I’m afraid.” She gestured at her own coffee. “No alcohol.”

“No, then,” James said, as he sat on the sofa. “Come and sit next to me.”

Gemma sat beside him and he put his arm round her and pulled her close to him. He kissed her on the mouth. She allowed it for a few moments and then pulled away.

“I have to listen for Tiff and Jess,” she said as she took a few sips of her coffee.

“No problem,” James said. “Turn off the TV. You can hear better then.”

Gemma found the remote and turned off the TV.

“Have you got any good DVDs?” James asked, glancing over at the DVD cabinet. “You know, with sex scenes in them?”

“We’ve got ‘American Werewolf In London’, I think,” Gemma said. She recalled the scene where Jenny Agutter is in bed with the American actor and they have sex. “You don’t see too much though.”

James put his hand on her thigh. “Maybe I can see a bit more here...” He moved his hand further up her thigh.

“Don’t,” Gemma said, hoarsely, “Not yet.”

James removed his hand. “You know I want to, don’t you?” he said, calmly.

Gemma nodded. “I know,” she said, “It’s just that I’m still a...” she didn’t want to say the word.

“A virgin?” James guessed.

Gemma nodded again. She swallowed.

“We can take it slowly, if you want,” he said as he put his arm round her. “How was school?”

Great, Gemma thought, a change of subject. “Same as usual,” she said, “Boring.”

“Sit on my lap,” James said, tapping his thigh.

Gemma climbed up onto his lap, as ordered. She wriggled about slightly to get comfortable but she felt something pressing against her. She rubbed her buttocks against it.

“Don’t fidget so much,” Mark said, “I almost came then.”

“Sorry,” Gemma said, sitting still on his lap.

“It’s okay,” Mark said. He bent down to kiss her neck and bare shoulders and then put a hand on her thigh.

Against her better judgement, Gemma didn’t object.

“What did you have today?” he asked, seeming genuinely interested.

“History and Geography this morning and PE this afternoon,” she replied.

“PE?” James said, “That sounds interesting. All those teenage girls running round in their short gym skirts and...”

“Stop it.” Gemma gave him a playful slap.

“Showers after?” he asked her.

“Of course,” she replied.

“You didn’t take any pics by any chance?”

“Will you stop it,” Gemma giggled. “Is that all you think about?”

“No,” James said, “I think about other things as well.”

“How was your day?” she asked him.

“Boring,” he replied. “We had mostly study periods.”

“Studying what?” She looked up into his eyes.

“Not a lot,” he said, “Just messing about really.”

“What do you want to do when you leave the college?” The conversation was finally getting away from sex.

“University, maybe,” he said, “If not, maybe get a job.”

“What as?”

“A gigolo?” He poked her in the stomach and started to tickle her.

Gemma fell back off his lap and onto the sofa, wriggling about as he continued to tickle her. “Stop,” she laughed uncontrollably. “Stop it...”

“Make me,” he said as he pushed her further back onto the sofa, causing her dress to ride up her thigh. He suddenly stopped and kissed her.

Despite herself, Gemma responded.

James put his hand up her dress. “I really want you now,” he said.

Gemma caught his eye. “What do you mean?”

James straightened himself up and sat up straight. “I’m hard,” he said.

Gemma shook her head. “I’m not ready.”

James unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. “Put your hand on it.”

Gemma had never touched a boy’s penis before. She’d never even seen a picture of one. “Can I?” she asked him.

“I said you could, didn’t I?”

Gemma reached across and put her hand on his boxers. She felt the bulge inside.

“Hang on,” James said. He lifted himself up and pulled his jeans and boxers down over his thighs. His erection sprung up as it was freed from its constraints.

Gemma swallowed as she saw it. The first one she’d ever seen.

“Touch it,” James said.

Gemma shook her head. She looked the monster up and down. It was rough and knobbly and there was a big blue vein running along the length of it. It was topped off by a large purple bell-shaped section and this had a small slit at the end.

She saw a bit of fluid dribbling from the slit but wasn’t sure what it was. “Do you need the toilet?” she asked him.

James smiled. “No,” he said, “That’s just pre-cum dribbling out.”

Gemma had no idea what pre-cum was. She didn’t ask because she didn’t want to sound any more stupid than she already did. Fancy asking him if he wanted the toilet, she thought.

“Go down,” James said.

“Down?” Gemma wasn’t sure what he meant.

“Go down on me,” James clarified, “Suck it.”

“I can’t,” Gemma said.

“Why not?” James asked.

“I... I...” she wasn’t sure what to say.

James put his hand behind her head, caressed her blonde hair between his fingers and then pushed her head down towards his crotch. “It’ll be okay, babe,” he said, “Trust me.”

He let go of her head. “You do trust me, don’t you?”

Gemma raised her head, looked up at him and nodded.

“Go on then,” he said, “If you don’t like it, you can stop.”

Gemma lowered her head again.


To be continued...

Chapter 3
 

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CHAPTER 3


“Gemma!” It was Tiffany’s voice.

Gemma quickly raised her head from James’s cock before she’d even put her lips round it.

“What the f...?” was all James could say.

There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, getting louder.

“It’s Tiff,” Gemma said. “Hide.”

“Where?” James looked round the room. There was nowhere to hide. The sofa was facing the lounge door so he stood up, with his erection still standing proud, and went behind the sofa.

“Stay there and be quiet,” Gemma whispered to him, “I’ll tell you when to come out.”

The lounge door opened and Tiffany walked in, still in her pyjamas and rubbing her eyes.

“What is it?” Gemma said, “I told you not to come down here.”

“I called you,” Tiffany said with a yawn, “But you didn’t come.”

There was the faintest sound of a giggle from behind the sofa which Gemma heard but Tiffany didn’t.

“I was busy.” Gemma heard that giggle again. Shut the fuck up, James, she thought to herself.

Tiffany went over to the sofa and plonked herself down on it. “I’m thirsty,” she said.

Gemma sighed. “Stay there and I’ll get you some orange juice.” She went out to the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice and quickly returned to the lounge.

Tiffany was holding up a pair of boxers. “Who’s is this?” she asked.

“Mine,” Gemma said. “Put them down.”

Tiffany dropped the boxers on the sofa and took the orange juice from Gemma.

“Drink that up and then get back to bed,” Gemma said, “It’s getting late.”

“It’s only...” Tiffany looked up at the wall clock, “not nine o clock yet.”

“You have to be in bed by nine,” Gemma said, “Mom said.”

Tiffany yawned again.

“Look,” Gemma said, “You’re tired. Drink up and get off to bed so I can finish my... homework.”

A faint giggle from behind the sofa.

“What was that?” Tiffany said.

“Nothing,” Gemma said. She took the half-empty glass from Tiffany. “Now go up to bed before Jess wakes up.”

Tiffany got up from the sofa and tottered towards the door.

Gemma put the glass down and took Tiffany’s hand. She led her sister back up to bed, made sure she was safely tucked in and then went back down to the lounge.

James was sitting on the sofa.

“You idiot,” Gemma said. “She almost heard you.”

“I couldn’t wait,” James said, holding up his flaccid cock.

“You didn’t...” Gemma went behind the sofa, “Make a mess on the carpet did you?”

“No,” James said, “Although with that pattern, nobody’d notice it.” He giggled again.

Gemma came out from the back of the sofa.

“So what did you do?”

“I caught it in my hand and...”

“I don’t want to know,” Gemma interjected.

“Sit down here,” James said, tapping the sofa, “And finish your homework.”

Gemma nodded at James’ cock in its flaccid state. “Looks like it’s too late for that now,” she said, “You want a cup of tea or coffee?”

“I’ll have this.” James picked up the half a glass of orange juice and finished it off. “Who was that?” he asked.

“Tiffany,” Gemma said.

“She’s not a bad looker,” James laughed.

“Don’t even think about it,” Gemma said, “She’s ten.”

“Only joking,” James said, “Come and sit on my lap and get me hard again.”

“I’m not in the mood now,” Gemma said, “And judging by that...” she pointed to the soft cock, “Neither are you.”

“So what are we going to do?” James asked.

“Do you want to watch a DVD?” Gemma asked him. “You have to be gone by ten thirty though.”

“Well,” James said, “You’d better get me hard then because I’m not going until we’ve done something together.”

Gemma walked up to James, knelt in front of him and started to stroke his cock. “If I can get it hard again,” she said, “I’ll do that thing you wanted.”

“I’ve changed my mind,” James said as he started to unbutton Gemma’s dress. “Let me see you for a change.”

Gemma let go of James’s cock and stood up. She allowed him to unbutton the front of her dress and open it up. She was wearing a matching white bra and panties.

“Beautiful,” James said. His cock was starting to burst into life again.

Gemma glanced down as his cock twitched a bit and started to enlarge.

“Take it off,” James said.

Gemma looked up at the clock and, realising she wouldn’t get rid of him otherwise, she slipped off the dress.

“Now the bra,” James said.

Gemma reached behind to unclip the bra and she dropped the straps over her shoulder. As if having second thoughts, she held the loose bra against her breasts for a few moments and then let go of it, exposing her small but pert breasts.

James reached up to fondle the breasts, one at a time, and then he put his hand on her pubic region, touching her through the panties.

Gemma sighed and then bit the bullet. She gripped the waistband of her panties and was about to peel them down when James stopped her.

“No,” he said, “Don’t.”

“What do you mean?” Gemma asked, hoping that she wouldn’t have to take them off.

“Let me do it for you,” James said.

Gemma bit her lip. She knew it was too good to be true.

James took hold of her panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing her pubic area a bit at a time.

Gemma shivered. It wasn’t cold; it was nervousness... or was it excitement?


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Chapter 4
 

CHAPTER 4

Just as James was about to reveal the full extent of Gemma’s cunt, the doorbell rang.

“Shit!” Gemma grabbed her panties and pulled them back up.

“Who can that be?” James moaned.

“I don’t know,” Gemma said, “Go and see.”

“I can’t answer it,” James said, “It’s not my house.”

The doorbell rang again.

“I can’t answer it like this,” Gemma said, referring to her undressed state.

“And I can?” James said sarcastically, “Like this?”

“Well, someone’s got to...”

The doorbell interrupted her.

“They’ll wake up Tiff and Jess in a minute,” Gemma continued. She grabbed her dress, slipped it on and hastily fastened up the buttons, getting them slightly out of line so that there was a spare button at the top and a corresponding spare button-hole at the bottom.

“You’ve got it wrong,” James said helpfully.

“It’ll have to do,” Gemma said as the doorbell rang again.

James held up her bra. “You forgot something,” he said, helpfully.

“Leave it,” Gemma said as she padded barefoot out of the lounge and to the front door. She put her ear to the door and then said, “Who is it?”

“It’s us,” came a voice.

Shit, Gemma thought, it’s Rebecca and Amelia from next door. “What are they doing up at this time? “Well?” she said, opening the door a crack, “What do you want?”

“Who was that boy?” Rebecca said.

“What boy?” Gemma replied as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

“A boy came to your house,” Amelia said, “We saw from the window.”

“He was just selling something,” Gemma lied.

“Well can we buy some of it please?” Amelia said.

Gemma sighed. She opened the door wider. “Mom and dad’ll be back in about an hour,” she said.

“We won’t take long,” Rebecca said, pushing the door and walking into the hallway. Her sister, Amelia, followed.

Amelia looked up the stairs. “Where is he? In your room?”

Chance would be a fine thing, Gemma thought. “No,” she said, “In the lounge.”

Gemma led the two girls into the lounge. It was empty. Even the discarded clothes were gone.

“James?” Gemma said, “You can come out now.”

James’ head popped up from the back of the sofa. “Hi,” he said.

“Wowee,” Amelia said.

James came out from his hiding place. He was still topless but had his boxers on to hide his disappointment.

“Who’s this hunk?” Rebecca said.

Gemma sighed. Rebecca and Amelia, meet James. James, meet Rebecca and Amelia.”

“Hiya, James,” Rebecca said, “I’m Rebecca, I’m seventeen and perfectly legal so if you want to stay above the law, I’m quite willing to help you out.”

“I’m Amelia,” Amelia said, “And I’m almost sixteen, so I’m almost perfectly legal, and ‘what she said’.”

Rebecca looked at her sister. “How can you be almost perfectly legal? You either are or you aren’t. And you aren’t for another four months.”

“I’m not going to be any different in four months time than I am now,” Amelia argued. “What you see is what you...”

“For God’s sake,” Gemma said, “Will you two stop squabbling? Mom and dad’ll be back soon. And Tiff and Jess are asleep upstairs.”

“No, I’m not, Gem.”

Gemma turned round to see Tiffany standing in the doorway. Oh, fuck, she thought. “What're you doing up?” she said to her little sister.

“What’s going on?” Tiffany asked through a yawn.

“Nothing,” Gemma said, “Amy and Becca from next door just came round to help me with my homework.”

“Homework?” Amelia said in surprise. “You got the wrong girls there.”

“Shh,” Gemma tried to shush Amelia up, “I’ll explain later.” Gemma went to the door and took Tiffany’s hand. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

She led Tiffany out of the lounge and back upstairs to bed. When she’d tucked the younger girl in bed, she said, “Now go to sleep.”

“Who was that boy?” Tiffany said.

“A friend of Becca’s,” Gemma lied, “He also came round to help with my homework.” As an afterthought, she added, “Don’t tell mom and dad about any of this, okay?”

Tiffany nodded and then yawned again.

“Now go to sleep,” Gemma said, as she turned out the light and closed the door.

As she walked into the lounge, Gemma saw James sitting on the sofa in his boxers and flanked either side by Amelia and Rebecca.

Amelia had her hand on James’ crotch which was starting to show another distinct bulge, and Rebecca was kissing James full on the mouth.

Amelia looked up as Gemma walked in. “Hi, Gem,” she said, her hand still on James’ crotch. “We’re just getting to know James.”

“So I see.” Gemma crossed her arms. “Do you two want a cup of tea or coffee?”

“Got anything stronger?” Rebecca asked, breaking away from her kiss.

“Black coffee?” Gemma suggested.

“I didn’t mean that,” Rebecca said.

“I know,” Gemma said, “Will you two get off my boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” Amelia sounded surprised.

Gemma sighed. “Yes.”

“Looks like we got the wrong end of the stick, Bex?” Amelia said to her elder sister.

Gemma looked down at Amelia’s hand which was still perched on James’ bulging crotch. “No,” she said, “Looks like you got the right end of the fucking stick.”

Amelia moved her hand. “Sorry, Gem.”

“Do you still want to...?” James was speaking to Gemma.

“What?” Gemma sounded a bit frustrated. “Fuck?”

“Yes,” James replied, calmly.

“Yes,” Gemma said. “If these two’ll get out of...”

The phone rang.

“Shit,” Gemma said, “What now?”


To be continued...

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Chapter 5
 

CHAPTER 5


“Hello?” Gemma said into the phone in the hallway.

“Hello? Gemma? How’s everything?” It was her mother calling.

“Oh, okay mum.”

“Are Tiffany and Jessica in bed?”

“Yes, mum.”

“Listen sweetie,” Gemma’s mother said, “We’ll be staying at my sister’s tonight, so will you be okay getting Tiff and Jess up in the morning?”

“I suppose so,” Gemma said, “There’s no school tomorrow so I might let them have a lie-in.”

“Great,” her mother said, “We’ll be back about midday and we’ll bring you a takeaway for lunch.”

“Okay, mum,” Gemma was only half-listening. She was hoping that the others didn’t make too much noise.

“If you need us for anything, just give us a call.”

“Yes, mum.”

“See you tomorrow noon then.”

“See you, mum.”

“Goodnight, and don’t stay up too late.”

“Won’t mum. Goodnight.”

She hung up the phone and went back into the lounge.

James and Rebecca were sitting at separate ends of the sofa, looking innocent.

Amelia was kneeling on the carpet, rummaging through the DVD cabinet.

“Who was on the phone?” Amelia asked without looking up from the DVDs.

“Mum,” Gemma said, “Looks like I’m going to be home alone tonight and tomorrow morning.”

“Home almost alone you mean,” Rebecca said.

“What do you mean?” Gemma asked.

Rebecca turned to Amelia. “Meels, go round and tell mum we’ll be staying at Gemma’s tonight.”

“Do what?” Gemma said in disbelief.

“It’ll be fun,” Rebecca said, “Like a sort of sleepover.”

Amelia got up from the floor. “Shall I bring our nightwear?”

“No,” Rebecca said. “You know I sleep naked.”

James coughed and cleared his throat.

“I’ll get mine, then,” Amelia said.

“I can’t believe you two,” Gemma said.

“I know,” Rebecca said, “We’re so kind to you.”

Gemma shook her head in disbelief.

“Can I stay too?” James asked.

“Why not?” Gemma said sarcastically, “Let’s have a party.” Realising that Rebecca might take that statement seriously, she added, “There’ll be NO partying.”

“Meels,” Rebecca said to her sister, “Bring my box of tricks too. It’s in my bedside cabinet. And NO looking at my diary. It’s alarmed.”

“I’d be alarmed if I knew the things you got up to, Bex,” Amelia said, walking out of the lounge.

Gemma heard the front door open and close. “Right,” she said, “I’m having a cup of coffee. Anyone else want one?”

James shook his head.

Rebecca shook her head.

Gemma went out to the kitchen to make her cup of coffee and took it back into the lounge.

“What was that DVD you mentioned,” James asked her, “The one with a bit of sex in it?”

“American Werewolf In London,” Gemma said, “You just see Jenny Agutter and the American actor...”

“David Naughton,” Rebecca said.

“Go on,” James said, “What else?”

Gemma sighed. “You just see Jenny Agutter and David Naughton naked on the bed, writhing around in ecstasy while they’re having passionate sex, to the soundtrack of Van Morrison’s Moondance. No big deal.”

“You could say that David Naughton has... nought on.” Rebecca burst out laughing at her own joke.

Gemma gave out an exaggerated mock laugh. “Very funny.” She sat down on the sofa between James and Rebecca.

“Are we going to watch it then?” James asked. “I’ve fancied Jenny Agutter ever since I first saw The Railway Children.”

“Pervert!” Rebecca said from the other end of the sofa. “She was a child then.”

“It was the way she said: ‘Daddy, my daddy’, I think, ” James added.

“Pervert!” Gemma said.

“So,” James said, “Are we? Going to watch it?”

Rebecca got up and went over to the DVD cabinet. “Which shelf, Gem?”

“The top one.” Gemma took a sip of her coffee. All thoughts of intimacy with James had now gone and she guessed they would not return.

Rebecca found the DVD and put it into the appropriate slot below the TV. She switched it on.

The movie started with a view of the rolling Yorkshire moors and a truck approaching from the far distance, to the soundtrack of ‘Blue Moon’.

“Is this good?” James asked.

“Just be quiet and watch it,” Rebecca said.

The truck comes into view and, as the song ends, you see the two American tourists sitting in the back of the tuck surrounded by sheep.

Rebecca laughed when she saw it.

“Shh,” Gemma said.

“Sorry.” Rebecca stopped laughing.

They continued to watch the movie in silence.

There was a knock on the front door.

Gemma jumped up, scared that Tiffany and Jessica might be woken again. “I’ll get it.”

“It’ll be Meels,” Rebecca said.

Gemma went out and let Amelia in.

Amelia had two carrier bags.

They went back into the lounge.

“What you watching?” Amelia asked.

“American Werewolf In London,” Rebecca said, “We’re waiting for the bit where Jenny Agutter gets fucked by David Naughton.”

“Why don’t you fast-forward it?” Amelia suggested, sitting on the sofa in the place recently vacated by Gemma.

“We want to watch it properly,” Rebecca said, “It’s a good film.”

“How much have I missed?” Amelia asked.

“Not much,” Rebecca said, her eyes fixed on the screen, “They’re on the moors. You haven’t missed the bit where they get attacked by the wolf yet.”

“Cool,” Amelia said, “That’s the best bit. I like gore.”

“Did you get my box?” Rebecca asked.

“Yeah,” Amelia said, “It’s in the blue carrier. The other one’s my nightie.”

“Is it a see-through nightie?” James asked her.

Amelia winked at him. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Excuse me,” Gemma said, “I think I’m going to be sick.”


To be continued...

Chapter 6
 

CHAPTER 6

The movie reached the bit that everyone was waiting for and, as the American tourist, now a fully-fledged werewolf, took the fragrant Jenny Agutter to bed and made love to her, to the lilting tones of Van Morrison, some of the viewers were getting turned on.

“Well, it's a marvellous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes..."

James was getting hard at the sight of the naked Jenny Agutter being fucked and his hand slipped inside his boxers.

Rebecca noticed this and she started to rub herself through her jeans. She unzipped them and slipped a finger inside, pushing the soft material of her panties into her slit, as Jenny Agutter was caressing her new lover on screen. She thought David Naughton was hot, but then she thought every guy was hot.

Amelia had her hand under her nightie and inside her panties. She was frantically finger-fucking herself in time to the song.

Gemma just watched the film, totally un-aroused by it.

When the scene was over, they all continued to watch the rest of the movie, although certain bits were too much for Gemma and she had to close her eyes at some points.

When the movie had finished, Gemma turned it off.

“It was sad at the end wasn’t it?” Gemma said with a tear in her eye. “I didn’t want him to die.”

“You wuss!” Amelia said.

“What now?” Rebecca said. She zipped up her jeans which were still undone from her earlier activity.

“Bed, I think,” Gemma said, “It’s getting late. The sofa folds down at the back into a double bed for you two. There’s extra blankets and pillows in the cupboard under the stairs. James will have to sleep on the floor.”

“Bed?” Rebecca argued, “Already?”

“It’s late,” Gemma repeated with a yawn.

“Nah,” Amelia said, “It’s still early for us.”

“Let’s play truth or dare for a bit,” Rebecca suggested.

“Yeah,” James said, “I’ll go for that!”

“You would,” Rebecca said slyly. “You just want to see us all naked don’t you?”

Gemma didn’t mention that James had already almost seen her naked and, thankfully, James didn’t mention it either.

“If not, how about strip poker, then?” Rebecca said.

“No cards,” Gemma said.

“They’re in my box of tricks,” Rebecca said, “Along with certain other goodies.”

“I think truth or dare would be okay for the time being,” Gemma said. She didn’t fancy strip poker. For one thing, she had no idea how to play poker so she would almost certainly lose. At least she knew the basic rules of truth or dare.

“Who goes first then?” Amelia asked.

“My idea,” Rebecca said, “So I will.”

“Basic rules first,” Amelia said, “One: No more than two truths in a row. Two: If you answer a question falsely or you refuse a dare, there’s a forfeit chosen by the other players. Three: Nothing outside this house.”

“Four: Just us four. Nothing that involves Tiff or Jess,” Gemma insisted, “They’re asleep and anyway they’re too young for even the innocent dares.”

“Okay,” Rebecca said, “Let’s go then. Gemma, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Gemma said.

“What did you and James get up to before me and Amelia turned up?”

“Er...” Gemma knew she couldn’t lie. James might point it out, just to get her to do a forfeit. She couldn’t trust him yet.

“Go on,” Amelia pressed, “We’re waiting.”

“We were going to... how can I say it?”

“Just say it,” Rebecca said.

“James asked me to give him a... a... a...”

“A what?” Rebecca said, “A cup of coffee?”

“No,” Gemma said, “A... you know, suck his... willy.”

“A blow job?” Rebecca knew all the technical terms.

“Yes,” Gemma said quietly.

“And did you?”

“No,” Gemma said, “We were interrupted.”

“Why is it called a blow job, when you have to suck?” Amelia wanted to know.

“How should I know?” Rebecca said.

“Sorry?” Amelia apologised.

“Anyway, Gemma, how did you end up minus your bra?” Rebecca said, “I notice that you’re not wearing one under your dress but there is one behind the sofa.”

“That’s two questions,” Gemma said. “My turn now. Amelia, truth or dare?”

“Truth I guess.”

“Are you an actual virgin?” Gemma asked. She could say the word when it applied to someone else.

“Technically, yes,” Amelia said, “But I’m hoping that will soon change.”

“Your turn,” Gemma said.

“Bex,” Amelia said, “Truth or dare?”

“I’m no pussy,” Rebecca said, “Dare me.”

“I dare you to strip for James,” Amelia said, “Let him see you completely.”

“No,” Gemma said.

“I don’t mind,” Rebecca said, “I said I’m no pussy... but I’m not ashamed of the one I have.” She stood up and started to strip.

Rebecca wore a loose top and a pair of jeans. She crossed her arms, gripped the hem of her top and pulled it up over her head, mussing up her hair a bit. She wore a pink bra underneath which supported an average pair of breasts.

Gemma looked at James. He was glued to Rebecca’s body.

Gemma looked down at James’ boxers. They were tented to the fullest extent.

Rebecca unfastened her jeans and lowered them to her ankles, revealing a pink pair of panties, which matched her bra. Rebecca sat on the edge of the sofa, kicked off her shoes and then pulled off her jeans, one leg at a time. She stood up again.

“Are you ready for this James?” Rebecca said.

James just nodded without taking his eyes off Rebecca.

Rebecca unclipped her bra and shook it off, exposing her breasts.

James whistled.

Rebecca stood up, walked in front of James and seductively peeled down her panties.

When they were off, she posed for James. “Like it?” she asked him.

James swallowed hard. “Yes,” he squeaked, “It’s beautiful.”

“Do I stay like this now?” Rebecca asked Amelia, “Or can I put them on again?”

“What comes off, stays off,” Amelia said.

“Fine.” Rebecca sat down on the sofa again. “James, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” James said.

“Chicken,” Rebecca said. “Which of us three girls would you most like to fuck?”

“I’m sorry, Rebecca,” James said, “But it would still have to be Gemma.”

Gemma smiled.

“Can I change the order?” James asked.

“If you like,” Rebecca said.

“Amelia,” James said, “Truth or dare?”

“I’ll have a dare too,” Amelia said.

“I dare you to...” James glanced down at Amelia’s carrier bag. “I dare you to change into your nightie. Your sister’s already in her nightwear so you get into yours.”

“In front of everyone?” Amelia said.

“You can turn away from us if you like,” James said, “Or even go out into the hallway and do it, but you have to stay in your nightie.”

“Fine.” Amelia stood up, picked up the bag with her nightie in and went out into the hallway.

A few minutes went by.

“I can hardly wait,” James said.

“I bet you can’t,” Gemma said.

The lounge door opened again...


To be continued...

That ended awful.....lol I like the suspense actually more to look forward too.

You don't know who's going to walk in yet, do you? Don't judge too soon. :D

Chapter 7
 

Jklivin: Please note that this chapter ends on a sad note. Please allow Gemma her moment of grief. :( There'll be more cliffhangers soon. :)


CHAPTER 7

Amelia walked into the lounge wearing her nightie.

Gemma noticed that it was indeed a see-through one and that Amelia’s black bra and lighter coloured panties were clearly visible through it.

“Like what you see?” Amelia said.

“Yeah,” James said.

“I was talking to Gemma,” Amelia pointed out.

Gemma realised that she was staring at Amelia’s body and she quickly averted her eyes away from it.

“My turn,” Amelia said, “Gemma, truth or dare?”

“I can have one more truth before I have to take a dare,” Gemma said, “So, truth.”

“Have you ever done anything intimate with another girl?” Amelia asked.

“No,” Gemma said, “Apart from... well, you know, looking at the other girls in the showers at school.”

“Maybe we’ll change that, too, before the game’s over,” Amelia said with a sly wink.

“Becca,” Gemma said, “Truth or dare?”

“Well, I’m already naked,” Rebecca said, so what’s the worst that can happen? Dare!”

“I dare you to do whatever you need to do to get rid of James’ erection,” Gemma said.

“Anything?” Rebecca asked.

“Use your imagination,” Gemma said, “I know you’ve got one.”

Rebecca stared at James’ still-tented boxers and licked her lips. “Well, it’s life, Jim, but not as we know it.”

Rebecca stood up from the sofa and knelt in front of James who was still sitting at the other end. “How far gone are you?” she asked him.

“Almost ready to burst,” James said. “In fact, if you don’t hurry...”

“Stand up,” Rebecca interjected.

James stood up.

Rebecca pulled down his boxers and his erection sprung back up. Rebecca took his shaft in her hand and she started to pump it back and forth. The purple tip seemed to get darker and there was a twitch. The cock spurted out semen all over Rebecca’s naked body, landing mostly on her breasts and, because she was kneeling down, over her thighs.

“All done,” Rebecca said.

Gemma couldn’t believe what she just saw.

Rebecca licked the tip of James’ cock clean, wiped herself clean with her hand and then put her hand to her mouth, taking in all the ejaculated fluid. Then, and only then, did she get to her feet and sit down again.

James pulled up his boxers and sat down again. “I’m allowed to pull them up,” he said,” Because removing them was not part of a dare for me.”

All the girls nodded.

“My turn,” Rebecca said, “Meels, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Amelia said.

“Would you like to lick out another girl?” Rebecca asked.

“Yeah,” Amelia said, “I’ll try anything once.”

“And twice if you like it?” Rebecca giggled.

Amelia ignored her sister’s comment. “James,” she said, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” James said.

“Have you ever fucked another boy?” Amelia asked.

“No way,” James said, “I’m not like that. I prefer girls. Becca, truth or dare?”

“Me again?” Rebecca said. “Truth.”

“No point asking her if she’s a virgin,” Amelia said, “That would just be a waste of a question. Everyone knows she isn’t.”

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” James asked.

Rebecca looked at her sister. “Well, Meels, you’re about to learn something you didn’t know.” She looked back to James. “I was twelve.”

“Twelve?” Amelia was genuinely shocked. “You got fucked when you were twelve? Who by?”

“It’s not your go,” Rebecca pointed out. “Gemma, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Gemma said, “Just a truth for me.”

“When did you last masturbate?” Rebecca asked with a glint in her eye.

“Er...” Gemma hesitated. “It was... last night. But not completely.”

“What do you mean, not completely?”

“I didn’t, you know...” Gemma stopped short.

“Come?” Rebecca guessed, “You didn’t come?”

“No,” Gemma admitted, “Amelia, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Amelia said.

Gemma wanted to take the attention off herself. “When you went to collect Becca’s box of tricks, did you look at her diary?”

Rebecca gave her sister a dagger-like stare. “Well?”

Amelia took a deep swallow before answering. “No, I didn’t.”

“You better not have done,” Rebecca said.

“James,” Amelia said, “Truth or dare?”

“I’ll try dare,” James said, “This game’s already gone much further than I was expecting.”

Further than I expected too, Gemma thought to herself.

“I dare you to...” she glanced across at Rebecca, “Lick out Becca’s pussy.”

“No,” Gemma said, “He’s my...” She left it unfinished.

“It’s a dare,” Amelia said.

“I don’t mind,” James said, “We’ve only known each other a couple of months, Gem, and you are technically underage for sex.”

“And James has his needs,” Rebecca said, “His male urges.” She sat back on the sofa and opened her legs, to expose her labia. “Come on, James, don’t be shy.”

James mouthed ‘sorry’ to Gemma and then knelt in front of Rebecca.

Gemma couldn’t look. She turned away while James put his tongue inside Rebecca’s cunt and licked her out.

Gemma only turned back to look when she heard Rebecca screaming out in ecstasy.

“Shut up,” Gemma said, “You’ll wake the girls.”

“She’ll wake the dead,” Amelia said.

James brought Rebecca to completion and then removed his tongue. He looked up at Gemma. “You’ll be the only one I’ll make love to Gemma,” he said, “Even if one them dares me to fuck them, I’ll choose the forfeit instead. I promise you.”

“I’m going to bed,” Gemma said, “You can do what you like. I’m sure the sofa bed will accommodate the three of you.”

She stormed out of the room and went upstairs. Before going into her room, she looked in on her sisters. They were both sound asleep.

Gemma went into her room and shut the door. The tears began even before she’d thrown herself onto her bed, and they didn’t stop until she’d cried herself to sleep.


To be continued..

Very interesting details and a little jealousy for Gemma. I love it.

noo Gemma, dont be sad! poor girl, i hope she gets her mans back soon. great story, i cant wait for more.

Chapter 8
 

CHAPTER 8


Gemma was woken by a knock on her bedroom door.

“Gemma?” It was James. “Are you in there?”

“Go away,” she said, loud enough to be heard by James but not loud enough for Tiff and Jess to hear.

“Are you decent?” James asked.

“Yes,” Gemma said, “Which is more than I can say for you.”

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“If you want your cock chopped off, be my guest.”

“I’ll risk it.” James opened the door and popped his head round.

Gemma sat up on the bed, she still had her dress on. She looked at the time on her phone. It was only four-twenty in the morning.

“Are you okay?” James said. He held up a condom. “Remember this?”

“Go away?” Gemma was half-crying and half-laughing.

James went over and sat on the bed.

“Where are Becca and Amelia?” Gemma asked.

“Downstairs,” James said, “On the sofa bed.”

“Have you had them?” Gemma wanted to know.

“If you mean have I had intercourse with them,” James said, “Then no, I’m saving that for you.”

Gemma bit her lip.

James reached across to unbutton her dress. “The buttons are still skewed,” he said.

When the dress was undone, James opened it up.

Gemma was still in her panties but her breasts were on show.

James kissed each breast in turn, lingering on the nipples. “I want you,” he said, “I need you. Right now. If you’ll have me.”

Gemma lifted herself off the bed slightly to pull her panties down over her thighs. “I want you, James. Badly.”

James took off his boxers. He was erect again.

Gemma watched as he tore open the foil and took out the condom. He squeezed the teat end and slowly rolled the condom down over his shaft.

“Will you be gentle?” Gemma asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“Promise me.”

“I promise,” James assured her. “It’s going to be perfectly safe, and if you want me to stop, I will.”

Gemma took off her panties and dress and lay on the bed, completely naked.

James climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Gemma. “Open your legs,” he said.

Gemma had her legs together. “Sorry,” she said, spreading them slightly. “I’ve never done this before.”

“I know,” James said. He lowered his head to her untrimmed cunt and licked her slit.

“Will it hurt?” Gemma asked him.

“It might do,” James said, “But in a good way.” He licked her slit again. “I’ll try to prepare you first.”

Gemma didn’t ask what he meant. She trusted him.

James gently parted her outer labia and pushed his tongue inside her. He probed her inside for a few moments, tasting the walls of her virgin cavity. His tongue hit the spot he was searching for.

Gemma felt a surge of something run through her as James used his tongue to stimulate her.

He removed his tongue and replaced it with his fingers. He thrust first one finger, then two and finally three fingers inside her, loosening her up a bit in anticipation of receiving his shaft.

“Are you ready?” James said.

Gemma nodded. “Yes, please.”

James positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her crevice and pushed it in, slowly, until it was a quarter of the way in. He pushed it further, a bit at a time, until it was in completely. He pulled out until just the tip remained in and then he thrust it in again. He repeated this several times.

Gemma felt something happen inside her. She didn’t know what it was but it felt good.

James withdrew his condom-covered cock and Gemma saw the milky fluid in the tip of it.

“Is that it?” she asked him.

“I’m afraid so,” James said, “Not as earth-shattering as they make it out to be, is it?”

James rolled the used condom off his cock and dropped it in the waste bin beside the bed.

Gemma smiled. “Maybe next time.”

James lay on top of her and kissed her.

The sensation of his naked skin against hers felt really good. She put her arms round him. “Promise me you won’t want anyone else, James.”

“I promise,” James promised.

The light was switched on and, when Gemma and James looked up, Rebecca was in the doorway with her phone. She snapped several pictures of the naked couple.

“What...?” was all Gemma could spout out.

“Well, well,” Rebecca said, “Young love. In the case of Gemma, though, a bit too young.”

“What...?” Gemma repeated.

“Looks like I have the upper hand now,” Rebecca said, “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll show these pictures to your parents, Gem.”

“No...” was all Gemma could say.

Rebecca walked into the room. She was now fully dressed. “And, you, James,” she added, “I might show them to the police and have you arrested for having sex with an underage girl.”

She pocketed her phone. “One thing’s certain. If Gemma’s father sees these pictures, you can say goodbye to your penis.”

Gemma knew it was true. Her father was very protective of her.

Rebecca saw the used condom in the bin. She fished it out. “Proof of your indiscretion,” she said, as she wrapped it up in some tissues from her pocket.

“What do you want us to do?” James asked her.

Rebecca just smiled. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” she said, “Let’s discuss it.”


To be continued...

Oh yay this is getting really good now! keep going!

Chapter 9
 

Chapter 9

“It’s only five in the morning,” Gemma said.

Gemma and James were now fully dressed and sitting on the sofa in the lounge.

Rebecca, also dressed, was standing in front of them. “It’ll be fun,” she said, “Just wait till Meels gets back.”

Rebecca had given Amelia the phone and the used condom to hide as security.

“What now?” Gemma said with a tear in her eye.

“You’ve been naughty, haven’t you?” Rebecca smiled. “You’ve got to be punished.”

“What do you mean, punished?” James asked. He reached out for Gemma’s hand and touched it.

“Don’t hold hands,” Rebecca said, “From now on, neither of you touch the other one unless either I or Amelia give you permission to do so.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” James said. He retracted his hand, obviously not wanting to entice Rebecca any further.

“You also do not touch yourself, if you know what I mean, unless you get specific permission to do so.” Rebecca smiled again. Her face showed that she was enjoying this.

They heard the front door shut and Amelia walked into the lounge. “All done, Bex. Everything safely hidden.”

“Okey-cokey,” Rebecca said, “So we’ll play truth or dare but with a difference.”

“It’s five in the morning,” Gemma complained.

“Even better,” Rebecca said, “We’ve got several hours yet.”

“What about Tiff and Jess?” Gemma hadn’t been allowed to look in on her sisters. She was very protective of them and would defend them with her life if she had to.

“If they wake up, you can give them something to do,” Rebecca said. “Right, James, truth or dare?”

“Hang on,” Gemma said, “What do you mean truth or dare with a difference?”

“Oh,” Rebecca said, “We play truth or dare but it’s me and Meels truthing and daring you two.”

“Don’t we get a chance to dare you?” James asked.

“That would just be normal truth or dare wouldn’t it?” Rebecca pointed out. “Meels, get me my box of tricks.”

Amelia picked up the carrier bag with Rebecca’s box in it and gave it to her.

Rebecca took a shoe box out of the bag and opened it. “What have we got in here?” she said slyly, “Let’s see.”

She took out a pack of cards. “Maybe we’ll use these, maybe not.” She shuffled them. “We’ll use these for the forfeits.”

She put the cards on the table and took something else from the box.

“Oh, look what we’ve got here,” she said with a smile, “A vibrator.”

She put the vibrator with the cards.

“Wow,” she said, taking something else from the box. “Furry handcuffs.” She was holding a pair of handcuffs with pink furry stuff over the cuffs.

They were placed on the table.

“Another pair,” she said, taking a second pair of furry handcuffs from the box and placing them on the table.

“And the keys,” she said, putting the key on the table.

She took out several dice, some other smaller items which didn’t seem relevant to anything, such as elastic bands and alligator clips. They too went on the table.

“Finally but not lastly,” she said, “A blindfold.”

She put the blindfold on the table.

She placed the box on the table. “Shall we begin?” she said.

Gemma could see that a few small items still remained in the box. She recognised a few condoms but she couldn’t tell what the other items were. A blue and white tube with the letters KY on it was partially visible. Gemma had no idea what KY stood for.

There was silence in the room.

“Okay, truth or dare,” Rebecca finally said, “The only rule is that after a truth you must choose a dare.” She smiled. “James, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” James said.

“Did you enjoy taking Gemma’s virginity?” Rebecca asked.

James didn’t answer.

“Meels, go and send those pictures to Gemma’s dad’s phone.”

“No!” Gemma said, standing up from the sofa.

“Sit!” Rebecca shouted.

“James, answer it,” Gemma pleaded. “Please!”

“Okay,” James said, looking at Gemma, “Yes, I enjoyed every second of it.”

“Gemma,” Rebecca said, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Gemma said.

“When was your last period?” Rebecca spouted out.

“Er...” Gemma looked genuinely embarrassed with the question. “Just over a week ago.”

“James, truth or dare?” Rebecca said, before adding, “It has to be a dare.”

“Dare,” James said, looking at the items on the table.

“I dare you to let Amelia suck your cock but, just before you come, put your cock in Gemma’s mouth so that she swallows it.”

James stood up and took off his trousers and boxers. He sat down again.

Amelia knelt in front of him and took his cock in her hand. Before putting it in her mouth, she stroked it with her fingers to get it hard.

Gemma was watching. “It didn’t take you long to get aroused by her, did it?” Gemma started to cry again.

Amelia opened her mouth and closed her lips around James’ erection. She bobbed her mouth in and out, taking his full length, sucking on the cock as she did so.

Instinctively, James went to grip Amelia’s head but Rebecca stopped him.

“Amelia doesn’t swallow. At least not this time,” Rebecca said. “Let her know when you’re about to come.”

James gripped the armrest of the sofa as he felt his climax rapidly approaching.

Rebecca gestured for Gemma to kneel beside Amelia. “As soon as Amelia lets go of the cock, you put it in your mouth. Understand?”

Gemma nodded and knelt beside Amelia.

“I’m about...to...” James couldn’t get the words out.

Amelia withdrew from the cock and moved to the side to allow Gemma in.

Gemma put the erect cock in her mouth and, as soon as her lips touched it, it erupted.

James stretched out his legs so that they were rigid as his spasm kicked in.

“Swallow every drop,” Rebecca ordered Gemma.

As soon as she’d consumed the semen, Gemma removed the cock from her mouth. The expression on her face told Rebecca that she’d done the job but didn’t enjoy it.

“An acquired taste, isn’t it?” Rebecca said. “You’ll get used to it but... spoiler alert... the next portion of man juice may not be James’s.”

“What do you mean?” Gemma stood up and sat down on the sofa again. “James is the only...”

Rebecca interrupted her but spoke to Amelia. “Did you make that call while you were out, Meels?”

“Yes,” Amelia said, “They’ll be over as soon as they can.”

Gemma and James had no idea what Amelia meant.

“You have the next go, Meels,” Rebecca said, “You deserve a go for that.”

“Gemma, truth or dare?” Amelia asked. “It has to be dare.”

“Dare,” Gemma said.

Amelia looked at her sister. “Can I use one of your items?”

“Go ahead,” Rebecca said.

Amelia looked through the items, moving them around a bit, as if deciding which one to choose.

“Take your time,” Rebecca said, “Just make it a good one.”

“What did you mean, they’ll be round as soon as they can?” James asked. “Who?”

“You’ll find out,” Rebecca said, “Very soon.”


To be continued...

Two great chapters, I love this new direction, didn't see that coming. That's why your stories are a joy to read.

Moral of the story
 

The moral is: However boring it gets, stick with it and you'll be rewarded :D

Chapter 10
 

CHAPTER 10

Amelia finally decided on a prop to use from the selection on the table. She picked up two of the alligator clips. They were the small type not the big ones, but they still looked sharp.

“Okay,” Amelia said, “Gemma, stand up.”

Gemma stood up almost automatically.

“Gemma,” Amelia continued, “I dare you to let me attach these clips to part of your body.”

“My fingers,” Gemma said, holding a hand out.

Amelia shook her head. “Oh, no, that would be too easy.”

Gemma lowered her hand again.

“Your nipples,” Amelia said.

“No,” Gemma said, “It’ll hurt. They look sharp.”

“That’s the whole point of alligator clips,” Amelia said, “They wouldn’t be much use if they weren’t. They have to grip... and grip tightly.” She emphasised the last word.

“Unbutton your dress,” Rebecca ordered. “If you don’t I’ll rip it off you.”

Gemma unbuttoned her dress slowly, from the top down. When it was undone, she opened it up. She had her panties on but not her bra. It was still on the floor in the lounge from the night before.

“Beautiful little terminals, Gem,” Amelia said, holding out the two clips, “Which side first? Positive or negative?” She giggled.

Amelia attached one of the clips to one of Gemma’s nipples.

Gemma winced momentarily and then screamed out as the pain kicked in. Then her nipple went numb.

Amelia attached the other clip to the other nipple.

Gemma screamed again. Nipple numbness again.

“Now, leave them there for a few minutes,” Amelia said. “Sit down.”

Gemma sat down on the sofa.

“James,” Amelia said, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he replied.

“When you were upstairs with Gemma, did you just fuck her or did you take her anally as well?” Amelia tapped her foot as if expecting an immediate reply.

“I just fucked her,” James said, “No anal.”

“So, Gem,” Rebecca said, “You’re still an anal virgin?”

Gemma didn’t reply. Her nipples were stinging and they were starting to go lightly red.

“You can unclip them now, Gem,” Amelia said, “Put them back on the table. We may need them again.”

Gemma unclipped the clips and put them on the table. Her nipples were red and looked sore; there were visible teeth marks from the clips.

“Yes, we may very well need them again,” Rebecca smiled, “They go well with labia’s too.”

“Gemma,” Amelia said, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Gemma said.

“What would you do if I told James to fuck me?” Amelia said, “Would you be jealous?”

“I don’t care,” Gemma said. She gave James a look that said she did care.

“That’s not the correct answer,” Amelia said, “You need a forfeit.”

“It is true,” Gemma said, “I don’t care.”

Amelia picked up the pack of cards and spread them out. “Pick a card,” she said, “Any card. If it’s a number card, you have to do a forfeit chosen by Rebecca. If it’s a picture card, you have a forfeit from me.”

Gemma took a card. She prayed for a picture card. Amelia could be nasty but Rebecca was downright evil.

She turned over the card. The four of diamonds. What would Rebecca tell her to do? she wondered, as she remembered the comment about alligator clips and labia.

“A number card,” Amelia said, as she saw the card’s face, “Your call, Bex.”

Rebecca raised her eyebrows. “Oh dear, Gem,” She said, “Your forfeit is to tell James to strip off, then take him outside into your back garden and handcuff him securely inside the shed you have out there.”

Gemma looked at James.

James didn’t need to be told. He stood up and started to strip.

“Stop!” Rebecca called.

James stopped what he was doing.

Rebecca slapped Gemma across the cheek. “You have to tell him to strip.”

Gemma bit her lip. “James, strip off.” She held back the tears, hoping to look brave.

James continued to strip until he was completely naked.

“Cool,” Rebecca said, “And it’ll be even colder out there.” She picked up the two pairs of handcuffs and gave them to Gemma.

Gemma took the cuffs and stood up from the sofa.

“Do your dress up,” Rebecca said.

Gemma buttoned up her dress, quicker than she unbuttoned it.

“Amelia will go with you, to make sure you do it right,” Rebecca said, “If you don’t, those pictures get posted to your father.”

Gemma, James and Amelia went out into the hallway, through the kitchen to the back door and out into the cold garden.

A small wooden shed was sited at the far end. They made their way towards it.

Once inside, Amelia pointed out a secure metal bracket supporting a shelf. “That looks firmly fixed,” she said, “Cuff one hand to that.”

Gemma attached one handcuff to James’ wrist and the other end of it to the bracket.

Amelia checked that it was secure and that it wouldn’t budge and then pointed out the bracket at the other end of the shelf. “Lock him to that one.”

Gemma secured James’ other wrist to the other bracket with the second pair of handcuffs and once again, Amelia checked its sturdiness.

“Perfect,” Amelia said. “Is there a lock on the door?”

Gemma took a padlock and key from another shelf and handed it to Amelia.

“Let’s go then,” Amelia said.

Amelia and Gemma walked out of the shed.

“What about me?” James called.

Amelia ignored him.

Gemma could hear James pulling at the cuffs but there was no way they’d budge. Her father had put up that shelf and his handiwork was designed to last.

Amelia closed the shed door, snapped the hasp into place and secured it with the padlock. She pulled at the padlock to check its robustness and then tried the door to ensure it was locked.

Gemma and Amelia went back indoors and into the lounge without another word.

What’s in store for me now? Gemma wondered nervously.


To be continued...

Always rewarding stories. I love your stories.

Definitely need the next chapter!!!!

Chapter 11
 

CHAPTER 11


By the time Amelia and Gemma had returned, James’ clothes had gone. Gemma knew better than to ask Rebecca what she had done with them.

“Sit down,” Rebecca said.

Gemma sat in the same place she had done before.

“Now that he’s out of the way,” Rebecca said, “We can have a girly game.”

“Don’t worry, though,” Amelia added, “You’ll have a couple of other guys to play with soon.”

“When are they coming?” Rebecca asked her sister.

“He said about eight o’clock,” Amelia replied.

Rebecca looked at the time. “We have about an hour,” she said. “Gemma, truth or dare?”

“Are we still playing?” Amelia wanted to know.

“Why not?” Rebecca asked.

“Can’t we just have fun now?” Amelia suggested, “I feel like doing something horrible to Gemma.”

“If you like,” Rebecca said, “What do you have in mind?”

“Can I go and get some more handcuffs?” Amelia said.

“You’ve got some?” Rebecca asked, in surprise.

“Yeah,” Amelia said, “Two pairs, like you.”

“Get them,” Rebecca said, “And get back as quick as you can. I have an idea.”

Amelia left the room and Gemma heard the front door open but not close. She knew that the sisters had keys to their own house, so Amelia wouldn’t disturb her parents or brother.

“Strip off, bitch,” Rebecca said, bringing Gemma back to reality.

Gemma stood up, unbuttoned her dress, slipped it off and then removed her panties. Once she was naked, she sat down again.

“Did I say you could sit down?” Rebecca said sharply.

Gemma stood up again.

“Spread your legs,” Rebecca ordered.

Gemma moved her left foot to the side, widening the gap between her legs.

Rebecca knelt down in front of Gemma and licked the outside of her labia. After a couple more licks, Rebecca looked up at Gemma. “Did you know I was bi?”

“Bi?” Gemma said, as if she didn’t know what Rebecca meant.

“I like boys and girls,” Rebecca explained. “I’ve often wondered what you’d be like.”

Gemma took a deep breath. “I’ll do anything,” she said, “Just don’t leave James outside.”

“Oh you’ll do anything,” Rebecca said, “Don’t worry about that.” She gave Gemma another lick. “Unless you want those pictures distributed.”

The front door closed and Amelia came back into the lounge. She had two more pairs of handcuffs. “Here they are,” she said, “What are you doing, Bex?”

“Just getting to know our slave a bit better,” Rebecca said, as she got to her feet. “Put the cuffs on the table.”

Amelia obeyed. “Can I lick her too?” she asked with a look in her eye.

“Later,” Rebecca said, “I want to do something else first.”

“Like what?” Amelia asked.

“Gemma?” It was Tiffany’s voice.

Gemma heard footsteps on the stairs, getting louder. “It’s Tiff,” she said, “Let me put my dress on.”

“No way,” Rebecca said, “It’s morning. Say you just got up.”

The lounge door opened and Tiffany walked in, wearing her pyjamas. “Gemma?” she said, “Can I...?”

“Hiya,” Rebecca said to Tiffany, “What are you doing up so early?”

“Why are you not wearing anything?” Tiffany said to Gemma.

“She just got up,” Rebecca said.

“Can I have my breakfast?” Tiffany said.

“Where’s Jess?” Gemma asked.

“Still asleep,” Tiffany said.

It was Saturday today, so there was no school. Gemma hoped that Jess would have a lie-in.

“What do you want for your breakfast?” Gemma asked.

“Honey nut loops,” Tiff said.

“Get it for her, Meels,” Rebecca said to her sister. “Me and Gem can keep Tiff company for a bit.”

Gemma looked suspiciously at Rebecca.

Rebecca sat on the sofa. “Sit on my lap, Tiff.”

Tiffany sat on Rebecca’s lap.

Gemma wanted to say no but didn’t want to incur Rebecca’s wrath. Gemma decided she would only intervene if Tiffany was in any danger.

“How old are you now, Tiff?” Rebecca said.

“Nearly eleven,” Tiffany said.

“So you’ll be going into big school soon, then.”

“Next September,” Tiffany said.

“Have you got a boyfriend?” Rebecca asked.

Gemma bit her lip; she was waiting for the right time to cut in.

“Nah,” Tiffany said, “Don’t like boys.”

“When you go into big school,” Rebecca said, “You have to like boys.”

“Bex?” Gemma said quietly, “Please!”

Rebecca ignored Gemma’s plea. “Tiff, do you know what boys and girls do together?”

That was it. “Stop now,” Gemma said. “Tiff, go back upstairs. I’ll bring your loops up to you.”

Tiffany climbed off Rebecca’s lap.

Just then, Amelia returned with a bowl of honey nut loops and milk.

“Take it upstairs, Tiff,” Gemma said, “And stay there with Jess until I tell you to come down.”

Amelia gave the bowl to Tiffany and the younger girl went out with it.

Gemma listened to the steps on the stairs. Once Tiffany was safely upstairs, Gemma turned to Rebecca. “Do anything you want with me,” she said, “But leave Tiff and Jess out of it!”


To be continued...

I really like this story, it has potential to be your best story :)

maybe but i'm still inlove with the dolls house. although this has made it to seond place already....

I'm in agreement with Peter1111 this could be your best story, I'm loving it.

Chapter 12
 

CHAPTER 12

Rebecca slapped Gemma sharply across the face, so hard that she left a red mark on Gemma’s cheek. “Apologise, bitch.”

“Sorry,” Gemma said with a sniff, “But Tiff’s only ten. She’s too young for sexual stuff.” Her cheek stung.

“I did sexual stuff when I was ten,” Rebecca said.

“Yes but you’re a slag.” Gemma regretted it as soon as she said it.

“What?!” Rebecca said, “Did you just call me a fucking slag?”

“Sorry.” Gemma sniffed.

“You have to be punished now,” Rebecca said. “Sit on the sofa and spread your legs.”

Gemma sat on the sofa and spread her legs.

Rebecca took the alligator clips from the table and knelt down in front of Gemma. “It’s a shame to damage such beautiful labia,” she said, “But you need to be taught a lesson.”

Gemma bit her lip nervously thinking about what Rebecca would do.

Rebecca looked up at Amelia. “Meels, come down here.”

Amelia knelt beside Rebecca.

“Beautiful cunt, isn’t it?” Rebecca said.

“Gorgeous,” Amelia agreed.

“Take a good look at it, Meels, and then spread the lips for me.”

Amelia took a look at Gemma’s cunt and then used her fingers to part the outer labia.

While Amelia was holding the outer labia apart, Rebecca attached one clip to each of the inner lips.

Gemma screamed in pain as soon as the clips bit in.

Rebecca and Amelia stood up.

“Take them off,” Gemma screamed, “They’re cutting in.”

Rebecca saw a drop of blood appear at the entrance of Gemma’s cunt. “So they are,” she said, “Who knew they were that sharp.”

“Please,” Gemma screamed as she lowered her right hand down to her cunt.

“I wouldn’t pull it off, if I were you Gem,” Rebecca said, “The teeth will be gripping tightly. You’re more likely to rip your labia off...”

“And what would you do then?” Amelia added.

“Please take them off,” Gemma screamed.

“Promise you’ll never disobey me again?” Rebecca said.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Promise you’ll never pull rank on me again?” Rebecca said.

“I promise.”

“Promise you’ll never call me a slag again?”

“I promise.”

“Meels,” Rebecca said, “Unclip Gemma.”

Amelia crouched down on her haunches and carefully unclipped the alligator clips from Gemma’s inner labia. She got up again and put the clips on the table.

Gemma put her hand to her labia to massage her lips.

“You’ll be okay,” Rebecca said. “They’ll be sore for a while, but you’ll live.”

“And you’ll still be able to have children,” Amelia giggled.

Gemma felt a tear falling from her eye. She wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“What do we do now?” Amelia said.

“They should be here soon,” Rebecca said. “We don’t want them to ejaculate prematurely when they walk through the door. Gemma, put your dress on but no underwear.”

Gemma stood up, grabbed her dress and put it on, buttoning it up from top to bottom. She sat down again.

“Apologise to me,” Rebecca said to Gemma, “For overruling me when I was talking to Tiffany.”

“I’m sorry,” Gemma said.

“For what?” Rebecca pressed, “Sorry for what?”

Gemma swallowed. “I’m sorry for overruling you when you were talking to Tiffany.”

“Apology accepted,” Rebecca said, “This time. But you never, EVER, do that again. Understood?”

Gemma nodded.

“Understood?”

“Yes,” Gemma said, “Understood.”

“Good,” Rebecca said, “I’m glad we understand each other. Now, call Tiffany down here.”

Gemma remained sitting.

“It’s okay,” Rebecca said, “I won’t get her doing anything. I just want her down here.”

Gemma got up and went out to the bottom of the stairs. “Tiff?” she called, “Come down here.”

Tiffany soon appeared at the top of the stairs, still in her pyjamas, “Jess wants her breakfast too,” she said.

“Later,” Gemma said, “Come down here. Just you, not Jess.”

Tiffany made her way down the stairs and Gemma led her into the lounge.

“Hello again, Tiff,” Rebecca said, “Sit down.”

Tiffany sat on the sofa.

“Can I take Jess her breakfast?” Gemma asked.

“Meels,” Rebecca said, “Take it up to her.”

Amelia nodded and went out to the kitchen.

“Okay,” Rebecca said, “Sit next to your sister, Gem.”

Gemma sat beside Tiffany and held her hand. “It’s okay, Tiff, I’m here.”

“So, Tiffany,” Rebecca said, “I was asking you if you know what boys and girls do together.”

Gemma squeezed her sister’s hand.

“Do you know that, Tiff?” Rebecca said.

“No,” Tiffany said.

“That’s good,” Rebecca said, “It shows you’re a good girl. Not like your sister Gemma. She’s a bad girl.”

“She’s not,” Tiffany said.

“That’s where we disagree,” Rebecca said.

There was a knock on the front door.

“Meels, answer that.” Rebecca sat on the sofa beside Gemma.

Amelia went out to the front door.

Gemma heard her talking to someone but couldn’t make out what they were saying. It was definitely a masculine voice though.

The front door was closed and Amelia came back into the lounge, followed by two men who Gemma guessed to be in their twenties.

“Gemma,” Amelia said, “Meet Rick and Adam. Rick and Adam, meet Gemma and her little sister Tiffany.” She pointed to each girl as she said their name.

“Do you both like Gemma?” Rebecca asked the men.

“Yeah,” Adam said.

“You bet we do,” Rick said.

“Good,” Rebecca said. “She’s fourteen but, unfortunately, not a virgin.”

“Please don’t talk like that in front of Tiff,” Gemma said softly.

“I told you not to overrule me,” Rebecca said. “Be quiet.”

“Why have you called us here?” Rick said.

“Because I thought you might like to fuck Gemma,” Rebecca said. She stood up, unfastened the lower buttons of Gemma’s dress and lifted the flaps to reveal Gemma’s bare cunt. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful,” Rick said.

Rebecca dropped the bottom of Gemma’s dress back into place. “Gemma, take Rick up to your room and let him do anything he wants. After Rick’s finished, Adam can have his go. Don’t come down again until they’ve finished with you.”

Gemma glanced across at Tiffany before Rick forced her out of the door and she hoped and prayed that her sister would be safe.


To be continued...

Oh my how devious love love love it.

i know its just a story but would she really risk leaving her sister? I mean, even if it meant letting those pic's out I know I would make shore my sis was safe first. Sorry I know its a story but that did just get me a little.

first story that gets my subscription, i eagerly await the rest

Explanations to follow
 

You know what they say about not being able to please all the people all the time?

Well,

You're going to hate me for this but the FINAL TWO CHAPTERS are to follow.

:o

Chapter 13
 

This chapter contains a violent and sadistic scene. Please do not read if this is likely to offend you.

CHAPTER 13

Rick pushed Gemma into her room and onto the bed as soon as she had opened the door. It was clear now that he wasn’t going to be gentle with her.

Rebecca had told Rick to take what he wanted from the items in her box. He had selected only one item, the blue and white tube with KY on it. Gemma noticed that he hadn’t brought condoms with him.

“Okay, babe,” he said, “We can do this either of two ways. Either you let me do what I want or I force you to do it. If I force you, I’ll be a hell of a lot rougher than if you let me do it.”

“You can do anything you want with me,” Gemma said. “Anything.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Rick put the blue and white tube down on the bedside table.

“Undo your dress,” he ordered her.

Still sitting on the bed, Gemma slowly undid the buttons on her dress, from top to bottom. She held the dress together with one hand.

“Open it up,” Rick said, “Let me see what you’re hiding.”

Gemma opened up her dress to reveal her naked body underneath.

“Fucking hell,” Rick said, “That’s a gorgeous body.” He approached her.

He pushed her down onto the bed roughly and forced her legs apart. He pushed a finger inside.

Gemma bit her lip as Rick continued to finger her.

Gemma began crying because she knew what was in store for her. Rick had no condom with him, like James had had. James, she thought to herself. The only person who could help her now was locked up and chained up in the shed with no chance of escape.

Rick pulled Gemma up from the bed to a standing position. He ripped the dress from her, turned her round and pushed her face down onto the bed.

She couldn’t see but could hear him unzipping his trousers and, within seconds, she felt an erect penis pushing not at her vagina as she had expected but at the small puckered hole that was the entrance to her anus.

Then she felt something cold on her rear end, and a finger being pushed in between her buttocks. She felt something being spread over her skin.

“What’s that?” she managed to say.

“Lube,” Rick said. “KY.”

Gemma felt the penis pushing in between her buttocks again. She gripped the bedcovers for dear life as Rick forced his erection deep inside her arse. She screamed in pain.

Rick ignored her screams. He continued to pound at her as he gave her several deep thrusts before removing his cock from between her buttocks only to push it into her tight vaginal passage.

She screamed again. She could only guess that everyone in the house, including Tiff and Jess, could hear her screams. No-one came to her aid.

Gemma was already sore, still, from the clips that Rebecca and Amelia had attached to her inner lips, and the pounding that Rick had just given her only made it ten times worse.

She had no idea how old Rick was but he must have been in his mid-twenties. She was fourteen and still developing. She could only speculate at the damage he may have done to her insides. This was one of Rebecca’s friends though, and she knew now that Rebecca’s friends, like Rebecca herself, would not be gentle.

She felt a fluid flooding inside her and she knew what it was. She also knew what it meant; she could now be pregnant.

When he was finished, Rick pulled out of her cunt and turned her over. He dropped to his knees and put his tongue to her opening.

Before his head obscured the view, Gemma glanced down and, for a moment, saw traces of red blood around her vagina and between her legs. Then, Rick blocked the view and she felt something wet inside her.

Rick’s tongue delved in between her labia. She again tried to grip the bed covers as he penetrated her inner depths and violated her further.

When he removed his tongue, he slapped her across the face. “Bitch!” he said, “When I fuck you, you fucking come. Understood?”

“Stay there, bitch!” he said.

He pulled up his trousers and fastened them before walking out of the room.

Gemma lay where she was, frightened, but crying with pain as well as fear.

A few seconds later, the door opened again and her worst fears were realised when not Rick but Adam appeared. She knew she was about to go through it all again.

As soon as Adam saw her on the bed, naked, he pulled his jeans and boxers down to his thighs, allowing his erection to spring free of its constraints.

Gemma thought that Adam’s penis was bigger than Rick’s. What damage would that do to her, she wondered, as he approached her.

Adam parted her legs with his knees and then threw himself down onto her, penetrating her vagina without any kind of foreplay.

She felt a warm fluid filling up her insides again.

Gemma remembered how gentle and careful James had been the previous night. She prayed that he would come to her rescue; her prayers were not answered.

She prayed for her nightmare to end; her prayer was answered when Adam pulled out of her and pulled up his boxers and trousers.

Adam left the room without a word to her.

Gemma wondered if it was all over and if she could go now, but she remained lying still on the bed, just in case.

Just then, she leaned over the edge of the bed and retched violently.



To be continued...

Chapter 14 - The Finale
 

CHAPTER 14

Gemma lay on her bed, and pondered her situation. What could she do?

She scrambled off the bed and padded out to the bathroom where she splashed water over her face. He cheek still hurt from the slap that Rebecca had given her.

She went back into the bedroom and put on her dress, buttoning it up. She wiped her eyes and glanced in the mirror on her wardrobe door. She opened the wardrobe door and looked inside. “Sometimes,” she said to herself, “I wish I could just walk through the back of the wardrobe into another world and leave this one behind.”

She closed the wardrobe again and went out onto the landing. Downstairs she could hear music playing but couldn’t recognise it. She had to check on Tiff and Jess. She went to their room and opened the door. The girls were dressed and sitting on the bottom bunk, reading.

“Gemma!” Tiffany looked up, “Are you okay?”

Gemma nodded furiously, not wanting to panic the girls. “Tiff, Jess, I want you to lock your door and don’t open it for anyone except me. Understand?”

“Why?” Tiffany said.

“Please say you understand and do it,” Gemma pleaded, “For me.”

“Okay,” Tiffany said.

“I’ll be back soon,” Gemma said. She closed the bedroom door and waited until she heard the lock click and then went back into her own room.

What could she do? She considered her options.

James was still locked up in the shed but Amelia had the key to the padlock and Rebecca had the key to the handcuffs. No chance of freeing him.

Her parents were at her auntie’s house until midday and it was only about nine o’clock. Three hours before they returned.

The telephone was down in the hallway She might get caught if she went downstairs.

Hang on, she thought, the phone. She went to her cabinet. The telephone downstairs was a landline but she still had her mobile. She picked it up. There was enough charge in it. Who should she phone?

She couldn’t call her parents; they would panic and, anyway, she’d broken house rules by inviting people over.

The police, she thought, I’ll call the police.

She made the call.

“Emergency, which service do you require?”

“Police,” Gemma said, “Please hurry.”

“One moment please.” The line went quiet.

“Come on,” Gemma muttered.

“Police,” came the reply, “Can I help you?”

“There are intruders in my house,” Gemma said, “And I’ve been raped.”

“Are the intruders still on the premises?”

“Yes,” Gemma said, “I just told you. They’re in the house.”

“Are you the owner of the house?”

“No,” Gemma said, “My parents are but they’re out. I’m fourteen.”

“What’s the address?”

Gemma told the voice her address.

“There’s a car on the way,” the voice said, “Stay on the line.”

Gemma sat down on the bed. “Please hurry,” she said, “I’m scared.”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” the voice said, “Are you in a safe place?”

“Yes, I think so.” Gemma got up from the bed, went to her door and locked it. “Yes, I m now.”

“Can you describe the intruders?” the voice asked...

Gemma tried to stay calm as she answered all the voice’s questions. She lay back on the bed. This person, whoever it was, was kind and sounded nice.

There was the sound of sirens and flashing blue lights outside the house.

Gemma scrambled up from the bed, her phone still at her ear, and went to the window.

A police car was outside. Gemma saw two uniformed police officers getting out.

“Are you still there. caller?” the voice asked.

“Yes,” Gemma said.

“Has the car arrived?”

“Yes, it has,” Gemma said, “Thank you.” She ended the call.

There was a knock on the front door.

Gemma unlocked her bedroom door, to go down.

The only thought that went through her head was - How was she going to explain the naked boy chained up in the shed?

As Gemma opened her bedroom door, it was forced open and Rick and Adam burst in.

“No!” Gemma screamed, as she was pushed back onto the bed.

... ... ...

No!” Gemma screamed... “No! No! No!”

“Gemma?” Gemma’s shoulder was shook. “Gemma?”

Gemma opened her eyes. She was lying on the sofa and, looking down at her, was her mother. “Mum?”

“We’re back,” her mother said. “Have you been dreaming?”

“Mum?” Gemma said, as she rubbed her eyes, “But I thought you were staying at Auntie Donna’s till noon.”

“I said we’d be back at Eleven,” her mother said, “And we are.”

Gemma rubbed her eyes and looked round the room. “But... where’s...?”

“Tiff and Jess?” her mother interjected, “Upstairs, asleep. Where you should be now, young lady.”


THE END - OR IS IT?

The dolls' House http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=178624 returns next week. Stay tuned...

Ahhhh, the classic "T'was but a dream" ending. The cop-out of authors since 1000 B.C.

Sorry to see this end can't wait for season two of the Doll House.

This story needs to continue its so good

Was it a dream?
 

Sorry about the ending but I didn't want to use up all my ideas in a fill-in story.

If people want me to continue it, let me know and I can always use the whole of the last chapter as a dream and continue writing it.

I'll only do that if enough people ask tho. :)

I'm asking! I feel mean saying this but I just hate dream ending. please kept right it (as well as the doll house! I am dying not having it to read :D