I got no further because she punched me lightly in the stomach and grabbed my crotch.
“Eight seconds to apologise, Wilmot, then you’re a dead man and this is going in a jar on the mantelpiece!” she murmured dangerously. “One, two…”
I yanked her on top of me and kissed her.
“I apologise, Georgy-Girl, we’re even now, so tell me, why did you drag me in here, much against my will, I might add, what do we need to talk about?”
She stared at me open mouthed, lost for words, but I got in there with the tickles before she could go off on one. Georgy is super-ticklish, I know all her weak spots, and the best defence is always a good offence, and soon she was helpless, just beautiful putty in my hands.
After I had her completely helpless I kissed her some more, and jiggled her bottom because A: I like doing it, and B: to focus her attention on me so we could talk.
“Right, Georgy, you enticed me into your den of licentious perversion and depraved sinfulness because you wanted to talk, so when you’re ready…”
Georgy pushed me off her so she could roll on top of me.
“I meant what I said about the jar, Will, just shut up and listen for a minute…” she grumbled, so I parked my hands on her delectable bottom so I could hold her close, and assumed my expression of manic attentiveness, sort of like the social worker from Hell mixed with crazed, unfocused, wide-eyed staring that had driven my teachers to drink back in my school days.
“Will! Stop that and listen!” she barked, so I stopped winding her up and squeezed her bottom; then I squeezed it some more because, damn, and just for good measure I squoozed it too, which is like squeezing but much dirtier, and paid attention.
“Finally!” she huffed, “I want to talk about where we’re going, Willie, about what comes next…?”
I gave her the eyebrow.
“Floor’s yours, Tinkerbelle; what’s on your mind?”
She looked pensive for a second, her patented ‘Georgy getting her ducks in a row’ look.
“It’s about that room next door, what it means. I’ve wanted to have this talk properly for a while, we just had other things to get out of the way first, but now I think it’s time. Willie, I love you, you know that, right?”
I nodded.
“And I love you too, Georgy-Girl, very much; I hope you know that.”
“So Willie, we have something set aside from the sale of the house, much more than we thought we would, it’s made a big difference to how well we can care for this place, a few more like that and we’ll be out of the woods and sitting pretty until our trusts are all settled. You know I want that room to be a nursery, I want a baby with you so much, in fact I want babies, little girls I can buy stubby little ponies for, and noisy little boys to go sneaking out and go mad in the woods and go poaching and scrumping like their daddy used to-” I stared at her, how the Hell did she know that?
“-but not right this minute; I want us to keep having our kind of fun just a little longer, please? Just one more time, okay Tyler? I know we said we would, but I wanted to make sure you were still on-board with it. Let’s get another project house, do it up and sell it on, and the day we finish it we’ll have a dirty weekend and do some serious baby-making, please?”
She paused to check my eyes, and she must have liked what she saw there, because she continued.
“You know that if I thought you wanted it today I’d say let’s go, because I so want to have your babies, but I want to have our kind of fun too, and I can’t if I’m pregnant, I won’t risk anything happening to me or our baby on a building-site, so please can we do it again just, one more time, just you and me, then start filling that nursery for real? Then, while I’m at home being Mummy-Goose you can keep going, get some people who know what they’re doing in a team around you, I’ll look over your shoulder and tell you how wrong you are, and maybe we can turn having fun into a real money-earner and keep the wolves from the door for real? Please?”
I pulled her to me so I could give her a long, meaningful kiss.
“Sweetheart, It’s always been up to you, I’m not going to set you any deadlines or target dates, so we’ll do what we said when we sold that place, that we’ll find another one somewhere, we can start looking tomorrow if you like, you pick this time, you decide what we’re going to do to it, how, and when, have a ton of fun, and when we’re done we’ll go and have a sexy weekend or ten on the coast and do lots of naked stuff, deal?”
Georgy smiled her brilliant, sunshine smile and nodded.
“Deal!”
“Good, glad that’s settled, now come here, you shameless little hottie, I need to remove all this pointless clothing you’re wearing, it is necessary to examine you closely, vis-a-vis the imminent lack of underwear situation we shall shortly be addressing…”
“Oh sir, I’m afraid I left all my underwear somewhere else today, I appear to be wearing none; would you care to verify that this is indeed the case?” laughed Georgy, wriggling enticingly.
As I slid her leggings down she giggled that rich tinkle that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on-end. Georgy’s bottom is irresistible, all toned and firm and delicious and begging for several large bites, which I duly helped myself to, before letting my tongue and lips wander over the rest of her, sampling as I went.
“Oh dearie, dearie-me, how careless of me, I appear to have been waylaid by a very naughty soldier, what shall I do, what shall I do, oh woe is me… oh yes, right there… like that, Willie… Oooohhh God, yesss…”
My Georgy is such a fun-loving girl…
*****
There were a surprising number of derelict, or semi-derelict mansions and decaying grand houses dotted around the region and begging for an update, from Georgian all the way through to a gigantic Art-Deco mansion that looked like just tons of creepy fun, and the best part was, none of them had been listed, so whatever we bought we would have a blank canvas. I left the selection entirely to Georgy, she wanted to break ground on a new project, and to be honest, if she hadn’t joined me on the last one I’d still be staring at it and wondering what to do next and how the Hell I was going to do it when I worked it out, so this one was hers, I was just along for the comic relief…
A local estate agent got wind of our search for something interesting, yet with development potential and renovation appeal, contacted us with a laundry list of candidate properties, and we were off to the races.
I think we’d already gone through ten or so possibles before we walked into the one that made Georgy go ‘Spunnngg!!’ as soon as she walked in the door. It was a mid-Georgian stone-built Vicarage set in about three acres of what had once been kitchen gardens and flower gardens but was now just a mass of brambles and nettle patches. The village it was set in was mostly half-timbered seventeenth and early eighteenth-century thatched cottages and holdings with for-real picket fences and genuine cottage gardens, the perfect location, picturesque without being ‘chocolate-box’ twee and whimsical, atmospheric and pretty. It was exactly the kind of place the aspirational rich would see themselves as lords of the manor of, lording it over the archetypal English village in the posh mansion we intended to turn the house into.
The price was pretty low to begin with, the place had been empty and forgotten for decades, and the executors of the last owner’s estate just wanted to get rid of it and realise some income instead of being lumbered with it forever, world without end, amen. As I said, the price was bottom-end anyway, but Georgy decided she wasn’t even going to pay that much, not based on the amount of work we had to do and what it would cost, so she kind of got them in a headlock and squeezed until they saw the light and tapped-out.
I was amazed and gratified at the rock-bottom price she negotiated, and awed at her negotiating skills; I had to remind myself not to piss her off too often, especially not after the way she put the vendor’s arm up their back and squeezed mercilessly…
Heading back home after signing the paperwork I noticed Georgy giving me some meaningful glances, which was good, I was hoping she’d caught some of the same from me, and luckily I was right; as we walked in the door she pounced on me, I was as a helpless rag doll in her ferocious grasp as she tried to ravage me fully clothed in the entrance atrium; only a discreet throat-clearing from Aunt Kay reminded me we weren’t alone.
“I take it everything went well, children?” she smiled, while I blushed like a beetroot. Georgy, of course, was completely unabashed.
“All according to plan, Aunt Kay; we have a new project to be going on with, and I was just telling Willie how we need to discuss things a little further…”
“So I saw,” smiled Aunt Kay, “don’t let me interrupt you, darlings, lunch is a little late today, it’s at 1:30, I’m just keeping an eye on this new cleaning contract. They’re going over the North end of the house today, so try and limit your ‘discussions’ to one of the guest rooms in the South end, they won’t be cleaning there until tomorrow…”
Georgy and I stared at each other and burst out laughing; I always knew Aunt Kay was completely unshockable, this was even more proof she was completely au-fait with what Georgy and I were doing, given that, when all was said and done, she was still my little sister…