Chapter 5
 
I'd sensed rather than felt Helen join me in bed much later that night, and as before, she was gone by the time I woke.

 All of a sudden, she seemed to be in my life but missing at the same time. It was a very strange sensation, but one that I no longer had the same degree of anxiety about. The occurrences of the past couple of days were on one hand an uncharted adventure, on the other hand a little like a mystery unravelling gradually before me. I had almost unconsciously decided not to make any proactive moves, but rather let events unfold in their own sweet time. For regardless how I felt or whatever opinions I might express, there was clearly a lot going on in my extended family right under my nose that I was oblivious to.

The twins were just finishing up their breakfast as I eventually made it downstairs. Jooles looked up as I entered the room

"hi uncle".

Tash gave me a wide grin.

Both were dressed ready for the pool, and as I clattered around getting coffee and toast for myself, they cleaned up their dishes, both giving me a peck on the cheek as they brushed by me and headed outside. I smiled to myself. What was that all about, I wondered?

I pottered in the kitchen, putting my own breakfast together, toast, fruit and a large pot of coffee. Piling it on a tray, and scooping up a week old English newspaper, I made my way outside and headed for a table and chairs in the shade of a large umbrella the other end of the pool. The sun was already high enough to burn, and the shade was welcome. It was also far enough away from the house and pool to afford me a view of all comings and goings. I was becoming increasingly curious about the whereabouts of my wife, whose absences seemed to get longer and longer. On the other hand, my anxieties about Helen had gradually diminished as events and family relationships continued to reveal themselves.

 No sooner had these musings crossed my mind as I sat there sipping coffee and munching on toast, than I heard the arrival of a vehicle, and moments later Helen and Penny rounded the side of the house, laden with bags of groceries. They'd made an early start, and hit the market before the heat of the day. Both gave me a big smile as they caught sight of me, and I waved back as they disappeared into the kitchen.

 All was well then, and I dug into week old news as I sipped on my coffee. Why is it that nobody can produce coffee like the Italians?

The newspaper held very little of interest, and in any event, the information was stale. I folded it and dropped it beside me on the patio. I looked over to where the twins were, lounging at the edge of the pool, soaking up the sun. Why was it that young people seemed impervious to elements we become more conscious of as we get older? I was glad to be in the shade. If I hadn't been there, I'm sure the girls would have stripped off and enjoyed the weather in the buff. What had they been doing in their room the other night with Helen? I didn't feel angry, or excluded, so much as curious. Did Andrew and Lorie-Anne know? Should then? Why would they? Was it any of my business? Well, not really, unless perhaps their aunt Helen was more involved than I'd seen. The little I'd seen of her actions with them did appear to be overly familiar, and hadn't seemed particularly innocent. I was determined to learn more.

My daydreaming was interrupted by the appearance of Penny at the kitchen doorway. She had a coffee mug in one hand, and waggled it at me. There was more than enough in the pot on my table, and I waved her on over. She stopped briefly at the other end of the pool, looking down and chatting with the twins. Their laughter carried over the water, and Penny left them with a smile on her face as she headed towards me. 

Penny really is an elegant woman. Her hip problems meant she didn't exactly rush anywhere, so I had the pleasure of watching her as she walked towards me alongside the pool. She had a simple one piece bathing suit on with a light wrap around her shoulders, and a large floppy hat. She still had the remnants of a smile around her eyes as she drew out a chair and seated herself in the shade beside me. I poured her a coffee.

"What are you grinning about" I asked, trying very hard not to think about what had transpired between her, Andrew and myself the previous evening. Only partially successful though, as I felt my prick begin to harden and press against my shorts.

"Was it something the girls said?"  

Her grin broadened as she told me the girls asked her if it would be alright for them to discard their swimwear. Apparently if I hadn’t been there, they would have been lolling around nude. She'd suggested it might not be the best idea right now, at which they'd all laughed. I grinned too, and glanced in the direction of the twins, who were laying on towels by the side of the pool soaking up the sun. There was no question they were both very easy on the eye, attractive and lithe. They were cute, very likable kids, but perhaps because of the generation difference, I found they had very little sexual appeal for my taste. On the other hand, thinking of the scene through their bedroom window, maybe Helen felt otherwise. 

No, being honest with myself, and feeling my cock surge again, I preferred mature women. Women like Penny, beside me.

I turned to Penny again, and found her staring at me. Relaxed and at ease in the lounge chair, she sipped her coffee, her gaze on me unwavering.

"What were you thinking" she asked. "Honestly" she added.

 "Weeell" I started, then paused.

"Roland" she said "you were assessing your lust level over my granddaughters, weren't you"

I felt myself stating to blush, then mentally smacked myself and thought, this is silly. Why am I feeling even remotely embarrassed?

 I turned my chair a little to face Penny properly. She had the hint of a smile, as I looked her in the eyes, and said:

 "yes".

She let out a small sigh, and said:

"and?"

I tried to formulate the words that were tumbling around in my head. Why was I hesitating, I thought. After all, Penny and I had enjoyed the most intimate of moments these past few days. Why was it so difficult to verbalize in the cold light of day?

 Placing her coffee cup on the table, Penny settled back in her chair and crossed her legs. Nice legs. Lovely legs. She never took her eyes off me, clearly waiting for me to speak.

"Lovely legs" I blurted.

She giggled, and it broke the ice.

"oh fuck!"  I exclaimed. "Penny, you are currently looking at a very confused and mixed up guy. A guy who is living mostly by the brain in his cock. And, to be honest, that's not usually me"

She grinned. "Roland - I'm glad to hear that . . .so we can speak honestly - good"

There was a silence between us for a few moments, the only noise coming from the other end of the pool, where the girls were quietly chatting together.
"I think" she continued "after the last couple of days of intimacy, there really are no taboo subjects between us."

I relaxed back into my own chair, and nodded "Indeed".

It seemed we had found a level of mutual comfort, and we sat there in silence together for some moments more.

Penny shifted a little in her chair, and looking directly at me.

"You know Roland, if your cock really is leading you at the moment, perhaps you should trust it, and let it lead a little longer"

A smile played around her lips, and I gazed into her soft, brown eyes, contemplating what she was suggesting. I took a deep mental breath.

"Penny" I said "I've a wife who I love dearly, but who has been avoiding me for the past few days, I've learned her cousin's husband Philip had fucked her, your two grand-daughters appear to have something going on with Helen, Philip clearly has a very intimate relationship with his mother - you, and you've been very understanding and generous with your sexual favours to me!"

I figured that about summed up what was originally supposed to be a quiet, relaxing family vacation.

She sat there, looking at me, that darned smile playing around her mouth. Shifting in her chair again, Penny unfolded her legs, and parted them slightly. Now, I'm absolutely no saint, but normally I wouldn't dream of blatantly staring at a lady's crotch. But I did so now, because her move was provocative, and she'd run her tongue over her lips as she parted her thighs. Deliberately, and slowly, she moved her hand to her crotch, and slipping one finger inside her bathing suit, eased the gusset away from her cunt, rearranging it more comfortably round her pubis. My cock stiffened, and I did nothing to hide the budge inside my shorts. We could go on paying these games all morning, I thought, and Penny would have me exploding in my pants before noon without so much as a touch or another word. They say the brain is the largest sex organ, and I had no reason to argue the point. My mind was working overtime as I sat there, gazing and soaking in this gorgeous, sexy, septuagenarian lady. Was I falling just a little bit in love with her? 

"My, My Roland' she breathed, looking directly at my bulge "you really are one horny man".

A broad smile spread over her face, and she sat upright. 

"I have to tell you" she said "that I really enjoyed last night. I was delighted that you joined Philip and me, and the way you made love to me gave me a huge warm feeling all over. You're a very sexual creature, and I have this feeling that we can explore so much more together, if you're willing to take the plunge and take the risk. Are you?

I had no idea what she was really talking about, but reflecting that we were involved beyond 'normal' anyway, I gave a small nod of ascent, acknowledging that my brain really was truly in my cock at the moment. In for a penny, in for a pound! Again. Ha ha!!

"Good" she murmured. "Philip will fetch you tonight, and if you just go with the flow, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. I know I will"

With that, she rose from her chair, leaned over me and allowing a generous view down her cleavage gave me a light peck on the cheek and a hard pinch on my bulge. I winced. Straightening up, she beamed at me, turned and headed off down by the poolside the way she'd come. I watched her retreat, admiring the shape of her rear end, and recalling the taste of her bumhole.

Fuck - I really needed to jerk of . . . right now!

Well, dear reader. I’m guessing by now you’re suitably turned on.

I’ve long believed the brain is the biggest sex organ, with absolutely no limitations other than imagination.

But I've reached what it termed ‘writers block’. Simply out, I’m not sure where this tale of lust might be heading.

It’s a challenge, and perhaps one that you’d care to help me overcome.

So I ask. If you have any inspirations as to where this tale might be headed, can you help by sharing them with me?

Your assistance and collaboration would be most welcome. Just drop me a line, send me a message. Thanks in advance!

Perhaps to be continued – Chapter 6?