Family secrets. Every family has them, it seems.
I am Phoebe. I’m twenty two years old. I was an only child and I would describe myself as quite shy and maybe a bit immature. I am married to Brad, we married two years ago and he was the only man I had ever had sex with. Brad is twenty six.
Brad and I are not wealthy, so for now we have decided to wait to have children until our finances improve. We live in a small house, just two bedrooms and a neat little garden out the back. Brad’s parents live in the same street, just three doors away. At first I was a bit worried living so close to his parents, John and Olivia, but they weren’t too intrusive.
His mother Olivia is the bossy one. In fact Brad seems to come from a family of dominant women. His two sisters are both very strong willed. His father John is very quiet and laid back. Sometimes at family occasions he is so quiet you don’t even notice he is there. Despite his mother’s strong personality I get on very well with both his parents and they’ve always been really kind to me.
This was very true when I lost my job at the local bakery store when it closed down in April last year. I had worked there since I was sixteen, part time on Saturdays at first then full time. It was the only job I had ever had.
The store closed on a Friday afternoon, for the last time. On Sunday we went for lunch with Brad’s parents. We usually alternate our Sundays between Brad’s parents and mine, who live the other side of town.
Sunday lunch also included Brad’s sisters, their husbands and children, so was always a noisy occasion. Brad’s father took me aside as we sat in the garden after lunch.
“I was sorry to hear about your job. Let me know if I can help with anything,” John offered.
I was really touched by his sensitivity.
“I will. Thank you. I’m going to tackle a few jobs around the house and garden, especially while the summer’s coming. I’ll probably find a job. I’m going to be positive,” I said.
“Well good luck. I’ll keep my eye out for any jobs.”
John is a bus driver. At forty six he is quite fit for his age. Slim. Not a hint of fat. Receding hair certainly but otherwise in good shape.
Not that I am in any position to judge men. Like I said I have only ever had sex with one man in my entire life. Brad. I am very inexperienced and immature when it comes to sex. My only vice is to read porn literature sites. One day I discovered Brad had been looking at these in secret and I started. Now when I get some time alone I like to read erotic fiction and masturbate.
As far as I know, Brad doesn’t know that I know he looks at these sites and he doesn’t know that I look at them too. As far as I know. Still we have a good healthy loving sex life.
Anyway we had Sunday lunch at Brad’s parents house. That evening at home we talked about what I could do at home in terms of decorating. I mentioned that his dad had offered to help.
“That’s good of dad. He’s so thoughtful,” whispered Brad.
On Monday I did loads of tidying up. I really took to the tasks in a dedicated way, wanting to use my time well and also perhaps to prove my usefulness.
On Tuesday afternoon I was surprised by a knock on the front door. It was John, my father in law, on his way home from work. I made him a drink and we chatted for a while. I told him of my plans. He said he had every Thursday off so would be happy to come round then.
On Thursday he came round just after ten AM. We decided the biggest job was decorating the second bedroom and agreed to work on that together. So for the next couple of weeks John would call by after work two or three times a week and also all day on Thursday. We stripped off the old wallpaper , moved the furniture out and ripped up the old carpet and set about decorating. When the weather improved we would work on the garden.
He also spent time with me on the computer looking for jobs and offered to help upgrade my resume.
“Made and sold cakes to old ladies for five years! That’s my work experience,” I joked when he mentioned my resume.
“Well I’m sure we can be creative!” he laughed.
As the days passed the weather also improved. When not cleaning and decorating I would work in the garden, topping up my tan. Sometimes I just simply sat back and sunbathed. I also spent a bit of time each day on the computer looking at erotic fiction sites. Always this would end up in a masturbation session.
One sunny Monday morning I was upstairs on my bed, completely naked, with my fingers plunging in and out of my soaking pussy. I was hot, sweaty and feeling particularly dirty, having read a really good story. I squeezed my tits as I rubbed my cunt.
My pleasure was disturbed by a knock on the front door. My initial feeling was to ignore it and hope whoever was there would give up and go away. I was close to cumming and in no mood to stop now.
The person knocked again.
“Phoebe! It’s me, John. Are you in?” my father in law called out.
“Damn!”
I quickly put on a bikini top and a loose flared thigh length skirt and ran downstairs. I didn’t put on any panties.
“John, sorry! Putting some clothes away. Sorry. I wasn’t expecting you today.”
“No I know. I’m sorry I should have called. I was supposed to be playing golf today but my friend is unwell so I thought well we could crack on with the bedroom.”
“Oh well….”
“It’s ok if you don’t want to.”
“No it’s just that it’s such a lovely day it seems a shame to be inside. I was thinking of tackling the garden shed. It needs painting, but also clearing out,” I explained.
“Well let’s do that then,” he said, pulling off his shirt to reveal his bare chest. He was wearing a pair of shorts.
We spent the next two hours shifting loads of junk from the shed. It was hot, hard work, and we still hadn’t got halfway through all the stuff. We must have looked a sight. John in just shorts. Me in a bikini top and short skirt. Both wearing thick gardening gloves as we picked away at all the rubbish.
We needed a rest and sat down on two recliners in the garden. I brought out some ice cold beers.
“If I’d known you were coming I’d have made some cakes. Next time. Thursday?” I suggested.
“Actually, I am playing golf on Thursday. For definite this time. With Mandy. You don’t mind?”
“No. No. Of course not.” Mandy was Brad’s eldest sister. Thirty two. I got on well with her.
“Tell you what. Can you play golf?” he asked.
“Not for a while, but I used to be quite good.”
“Why don’t you come along. It’ll be fun. In truth Mandy does go on a bit about her job so I would enjoy the extra pair of ears,” he laughed.
“If you don’t mind. It would be nice to get out. I feel a bit trapped these days.”
We sat in silence for a while. I felt that our chores may well be done for a while. I went to fetch a book and sat down to read. Shortly after I realized John had fallen asleep.