There Can Be Only One (Part 12

Chapter 12



Sunday mornings were always the same. They all went to the eleven o’clock service except for Mr Gorman who coaches an under seventeen soccer team that play in a Sunday league. He is usually gone by the time we all get up although Mrs Gorman usually cooks him a big fry up for breakfast. If any of us wanted to have a cooked breakfast we know the rules…let mum know before she started to cook Dad’s Sunday treat. None of us usually take up that offer…



Dad shouted from the bottom of the stairs that it was time for us to get up. That’s his contribution to helping mum get us all out of our beds. I usually am the last to get up as Cathy usually grabs the general bathroom whilst Susie nips into mum and dad’s shower room.



I lay in my bed my mind flitted all of yesterday’s events…unable to stay focused for very long on one activity as one sexual thought leapt to the next. I had flung the duvet off and I was stroking my already hard cock.



I heard the two small taps on the door followed by a pause then a third tap before the door opened, Vicky slipped in and the door closed quickly after her. I did not miss a stroke as I looked at the small blonde girl dressed in Cathy’s pj’s…the top at least a size too small as her own budding tits stretched the fabric.



“So…sorry”… she stammered unsure whether she should turn and leave me to continue wanking on my own.



“That’s ok…what do you want?”



“Cath asked me to come in and see if you wanted me to help you get rid of your morning hard on”



“How did you know I have a hard on?”



She giggled… “All boys wake up with a morning erection…don’t they?”



I could not argue with her on that one…I can’t remember the last time I woke up without my morning glory…but usually my morning piss got rid of it.



“What’s Cathy doing?”



“She is having a quick shower after I…”she paused for a second… “She made me go down on her”



“Ok…come here and do the same for me…suck me off…we don’t have time for a fuck”



Vicky looked a little disappointed but quickly came over and jumped on the bed.



I closed my eyes and just let Vicky’s soft lips and eager mouth take care of my erection… It did not take long before I was shooting my creamy jism down her throat. I hope that I would last longer next time my cock is the centre of the activity.



She sat up and smiled at me.



“That was nice…can we fuck later today?”



“Sure…count on it…”



Vicky leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips, jumped up and quickly made her way to the door. She turned and smiled at me before slowly opening the door, peeking outside and as quickly as she entered the room she disappeared.



I needed a piss…desperately.



I quickly rose and throwing on a pair of shorts I left my room. Both bathrooms were being used by the girls so I bounded down the stairs to the cloakroom toilet and made it just in time as the amber liquid came flooding out.



“Ross…that’s the second time…shut the door when you are doing that…none of us are interested in seeing you do your ablutions.”



“Ab what?” I was kind of surprised on hearing my mother standing in the doorway behind me as my head spun around…but even more surprised that she neither closed the door nor walk away.



“Wanna shake it for me mum?” I laughed



“Don’t be so disgusting”…she gave me a nasty look before continuing on her way back upstairs.



Returning to my room I switched on the computer and while it opened up I started to get dressed. I was only half dressed and checking my facebook messages when I heard mum shouting ‘leaving in five minutes’ as she past each of our rooms.



I was still sitting at the computer ‘checking’ when mum shouted up at me a few minutes later to get a move on.



“Fuck” I swore to myself and in less than three minutes I was dressed, teeth brushed and making my way downstairs.



As soon as Susie my elder sister saw me coming down the stairs she left the hall mirror making the final adjustments to her hair and ran out to the car…she wanted to beat me to the front seat. I could see Cathy and Vicky were already sitting in the back seat.



I walked past mum to grab an apple.



“Hurry up…we are going to be late”



We never are late for the service…being late to mum is not being there in time to gossip with the other ladies before they go into the church. We usually get there at least thirty minutes before the service begins.



Mum was dressed in a nice light blue suit with a white blouse under the jacket. She did look particularly attractive this morning. Mind you I look at my mother in a completely different way since yesterday’s events.



Mum was just running her lipstick over her pink lips when I came and stood next to her. Looking in the mirror I kind of ruffled my hair into place.



Mum dug into her purse and handed me her brush…I took it and ran it through my hair



“You wearing panties”



“ROSS”



“You wearing panties…you had better not be”



“It’s Sunday and we are going to church…of course I am”



“Take them off”



“Nooo Ross…no”



“Want me to do it?” I stooped slightly and went to raise her skirt.