No One Would Have Thought of It

No one would have thought of it.

By loveofmyLife75.

I am Richard Houseman, and I call my wife Babs short for Barbara. I came home from work and started to eat our evening meal with my wife. I was then going to enjoy my favourite program with a couple of beers. Babs asked how work was.

“Nothing new. Still going the reshuffle on a few noses out of place and sly comments. They will all get over it in time. It’s going to take months. By the way, what is new on your front? Have the girls been around for a chat?”

“I have something to tell you but must not tell anyone else.”

“That sounds a bit interesting, which is it.”

“Jenny is getting a divorce from Tony.”

“Ha, that is not much of a surprise.”

“What do you mean with the Ha?”

“Well, he always had wandering eyes. He was going to jump in bed with someone. By the way, who has he jumped in bed with.”

“Jenny does not know.”

“Well, that’s their business, not ours.”

A long pause followed.

“Richard, please, tell me two things.”

“Yes,” what might be my love.”

“Richard, if I had an affair and you found out what would you do.”

“Babs, are you thinking of having an affair?”

“No, Richard, but what if I did have an affair?”

“Babs, you want to know.”

“Please tell me, my love,” Babs said.

“Babs remember our wedding vows, love honour, and obey.”

“Yes.”

“I love you so much, and sometimes I do not show it. There is no way I would do something as stupid as that. Babs should not be thinking about it at all.”

“Richard, what would you do if I had an affair?

“Babs, are you thinking of having an affair?”

“No, my love but what if I did.”

“Do, you want me to tell you the truth?

“Yes, please?”

“I would force you to tell me how many times he had screwed you. Then find out his name and address. Go to his house and beat the living daylights out of him. I would leave him with a broken nose, broken arms.”

A brief pause I was thinking.

“And a couple of broken ribs break his legs and make him limp for the rest of his life. I would have kicked him in the balls the same number of times he would have screwed you.”

“GOSH” Babs said.

“Richard, that tells me you love me to bits. Richard, what would you do to me? Nothing physical? I would get from the loft all our suitcases and pack all your clothes and bits then throw you out of the house. Telling all the people you work with and our friends you are a slut then divorce you.”

“Richard, what about the kids would you tell them.”

“Yes, saying you are not worth it. You’re nothing less than a whore, a slut.

” Richard, that is so cruel.”

“Babs is this just a question or, are you thinking of having an affair.”

“Richard, I only asked. I love you so and will never do such a stupid thing.”

“Babs if you do think of having an affair you now know the outcome.”

There was another long pause.

“Richard, suppose you had an affair, and I found out about it. I would divorce you and take you for every penny I could.”

“Babs, I would expect that. Before you ask NO, I am not having an affair now let Jenny and Tony sort out their problems. Come here and sit down, do you know what drink I am going for a beer.”

“Yes,” pour me one out.”

We settled down on the settee close together. The damn phone started to ring. Babs answered the phone.

“It’s your mother she is asking to talk to you.”

Mum never talks to me on the phone?

“What, is it mum?

“Richard, is it your father? He’s in hospital. He had a heart attack this afternoon, and he is very ill.”

“I am coming over right now to take you back to the hospital.”

Babs and I picked mum up and went straight back to the hospital. Babs phoned Jean, my sister. Dad was in a bad way. Babs had to take mum out of the room because the state dad was in. Dad waved me over to him.

“Son, look after your mother. Son, I have a secret. When I die. You will find my secret in a locked drawer in my office desk. Richard, I hope you and your sister Jean in time will forgive me. Be kind to your mother. ”

Dad had to stop for a minute.

“Your mother is the best thing that ever happened to me. Sorry, son, you are going to hate me when you have read everything in the drawer.”

Dad was having trouble breathing, Babs, and mum walked back into the room. My father held his arm out to mum.

“Kiss me, my love,” dad said.

Mum gave dad a kiss when they broke. Dad gave mum a loving smile.

“I have always loved you, my darling.”

He turned to me then back to mum.

“SORRY!”

Dad passed away. Mum held my father and burst into tears. Babs was soon after mum. I was soon after them. I picked up dad’s clothes and found his wallet. It had in it over six months of housekeeping money for mum. I passed it to mum. She just shoved it into her handbag. Jean walked into the room and it was too late. Jean held mum and burst into tears. Babs held them both and burst into tears. A couple of days later Babs and I were at my mums.

“Richard, I am wondering what dad meant before he died.”

“What’s that mum.”

“When he said SORRY!”

“We have a good life and brought up two good kids.”

I could not answer mum. I went to where my father worked to empty his desk. I had his bunch of keys with me. I asked where his dad’s office was. They showed me there and I started to remove his personal things. I tried to open the bottom drawer. I then pulled out the bunch of keys and opened it.

On the top was a letter that was addressed to me. It was full of letters, photos, and DVDs. I was looking at the Photos; there was a woman, a boy, and a girl. I had never seen them before. There was an album of the boy and girl from being born.

I picked up the top letter that was addressed to me. I opened it and started to read it. To my eldest son Richard. I paused thinking to myself. (There are only two of us, Jean, and me.) I do not have a brother? I continued to read. Son, please forgive me and look after your mother. She has no idea what I am about to tell you in this letter!

I had to stop reading the letter the manager from personnel had come looking for me. He wanted to talk about dad’s pension, which was a big sum of money. While there, I was told how much dad was on. I found out he was on good money. Dad had organised all his finances for my mother.

“Just pay it into my fathers, bank account,” I said.

I then left dad’s place of work. I went home with a bag full of letters, photos, and DVDs. I placed the bag in the bottom of my wardrobe right at the back. I started to call off at Mum’s house three times a week from that day on making sure that mum was coping. At that time at work, it was giving me a good deal of pressure sorting out all their troubles. It was going to take me about five to six months before everything will be back to normal. I forgot all about the bag because of my problems at work. Five months had passed by with my problems at work all done and dusted. I was settling down to watch TV, with Babs at my side. I was flicking through the channels trying to find something worth watching. The telephone was ringing, Babs answered the phone. Babs calling over to me.

“It is your mum who wants to talk to you.”

“Yes mum, what is it?

“Son, I have five bank statements I don’t understand. Can you call after work tomorrow? ”

“Mum, I am coming over right now.”

I turned to Babs.

“Do you want to come with me?”

“No, I will do the ironing while you are there.”

At mum’s she handed me all the bank statements.

“What is up mum.”

“The totals are all wrong, money is coming into the account. I don’t understand it.”

Five grand had been paid in each month since dad died. It was a wee bit funny, I thought.

“Mum, I do not understand either, can I take these statements with me. I will go to the bank tomorrow and find out why this money is being paid into your bank account.”

“Yes, son, please do that.”

I called the bank and asked to see the manager. I asked the bank manager if he could tell me where the five grand each month is coming from. My mum and I had no idea. He looked at all the bank records.

“Yes, five grand is deposited into your mother’s and father’s accounts. For the last twenty years from a bank in France,” he said.

He knew the name of the bank and gave it to me. He went on to say he does not know the name of the person who deposited the money into my fathers, bank account. I left the bank knowing dad was receiving five grand a month from France. I wondered why. Driving home then it hit me with the bag in the bottom of the wardrobe. I had forgotten all about it since dad died.

I found the letter addressed to me and started to read. To my eldest son Richard son, Son please forgive me and look after your mother. She has no idea what I am about to tell you in this letter. Son, there is no other way of saying this. I have a business arrangement with my mistress in France!

I stopped. I squeezed the letter, and then my head fell forward my hands with the letter held my face. I did all I could to stop the tears from rolling down my face. Minutes went by, and I had to compose myself. I return the letter addressed to myself and place it with all the letters, photographs, and DVDs. I had to think.

I had to read my letter from dad and look at all the photos. Watch the DVDs without being disturbed and not letting Babs know what I was doing. A bit of luck on my side, Babs was going to her friend’s house tomorrow night as usual. She did that quite regularly. That was my chance to read the letters, look at the photographs and watch the DVDs. The following night Babs goes off to her friend’s house round the corner. I went and got the bag out from the bottom of the wardrobe. I found the letter addressed to me and started to read the letter.

To my eldest son Richard son, please forgive me. Look after your mother, she has no idea what I am about to tell you in this letter. Son, there is no easy way of saying this. I have a business arrangement with my mistress. I know the word mistress will be a complete surprise to you. I did have a mistress. You and your sister have a half-brother and sister. The letters, photographs, and DVDs are from my mistress about my family with my mistress.

Now, where do I start? Your half brother and sister, the age difference is two years you are the eldest. You are aware I travelled to France every month for a week, sometimes for two weeks. I supported my French family through the business. My mistress’s name and business partner are Sophie. The name of your half-brother is Demonte. Your half-sister’s name is Zara. You will see their address on the letters from Sophie.

Your mother and Sophie are different in looks and ways. Richard, look at the photographs. First, you will see a likeness in you and your sister. Then watch the DVDs marked family photographs and days out. Then Richard read the letters. You will realise, Sophie always knew she was only my mistress. I loved her so very much but not as much as I loved your mother, always remember that.

Richard the other dated DVDs will upset you. It was Sophie’s way of reminding her of the good times when we were alone. Richard, Sophie was a very sexy woman when you watch them remember Sophie was so very passionate and sexy. Do not show the DVDs to your mother on any account. Son, I have no idea what you, thinking or what you are going to do. But whatever you do, you must think of your mother and be careful.

I focused on all the photographs staring at Sophie looking at Demonte and Zara. I could see the likeness. I then watched the DVDs marked family photographs and days out four hours long. I had to stop Babs from going home. Letters, Photographs, and DVDs all back in the bag and into the wardrobe. Babs would be going back to one of her friends’ houses next week. I had to wait to read all the letters.

The next seven days passed wondering what was in the letters and on the DVDs. Babs off to her friends. Out came the bag from the wardrobe. I started to read dad’s letters. There were hundreds of letters from Sophie over many years. Telling my dad all about Demonte and Zara how they were growing about school and games both involved.

Always wishing dad was there with her. Sophie, saying how much she missed dad in bed, making passionate love all night long. Craving for my dad, a large member deep inside her mouth. Deliver volumes of his sperm and swallow every drop. Sophie goes on writing about her favourite sexual positions.

With dad having hot passionate, loving sex. I was reading for four hours. I had to stop Babs from going home. All the letters, Photographs, and DVDs were put back into the bag.

And then I returned them to the hiding place at the bottom of the wardrobe. Once again, Babs’s friends will be at our house next week. Babs would be going back to one of her friends in two weeks. I had to wait to watch DVDs. The next fourteen days passed so I was very wondering what was on the DVDs. I tried to watch the DVDs without Babs knowing. I had to give up and wait.

Babs was off to her friend’s house to watch the DVDs. I went and got a beer, and out came the bag from the wardrobe. I picked up the first of Four DVDs in dated order. The first DVD I watched. It started with someone operating a video camera in the bedroom on the bed. The camera followed Sophie. She was stark staring, naked. I was amazed at the shape of Sophie’s body if you were watching her standing still. You would have thought she was a sculpture of art of the female form. Sophie moved towards the camera mounting, the bed from the bottom crawling up the bed. Her ankles were overhanging the bottom of the bed. Sophie spread her legs wide. Then came into view a large erect male penis it was my dad. (I thought I was big. Dad was much bigger than I was, about 11 inches long and 2.5 inches in diameter.).

Sophie turns around facing dad holding dad’s dick and starts to rub his dick up and down. Dad was already hard. Sophie moves her head towards the head of dad dick. Rolling her tongue around and around, still rubbing it up and down. Sophie then opens her mouth taking, the whole of the head of the dick inside her mouth. Sucking it (I assume rolling her tongue round the head.). Sophie started to take the dick more into her mouth still, rubbing it up and down more and more goes into her mouth.

The camera shot changes to a side view of a second camera in the bedroom. Now could see dad lying on the bed with Sophie taking as much of dad’s dick in her mouth as possible. Sophie, head now moving up and down ten to the dozen she was sucking away. Dad’s both hands holding Sophie’s head ejaculated into her mouth. Sophie swallowed all his sperm as she said in her letters. Sophie off dad he was regaining his breathing for a minute or two. Sophie on her back with legs spread very wide dad between Sophie’s legs with his head touching her twat.

The camera shot changes, Sophie now holding the camera close to dad’s head trying to get a good picture of dad’s head. Dad is licking, sucking, and eating Sophie’s twat. Dad was pushing his head as far as he could between her legs as though he was trying to get his head inside Sophie. Dad, going mad at Sophie’s twat Sophie holding dads head between her legs giving, good oral sex. Sophie started to shake her back, arches more shaking dad sucking like mad Sophie as an orgasm. Sophie had sucked dad off three times the dad, gave Sophie oral sex twice. I do not know how many orgasms Sophie had. I removed the first DVD and went and got a beer before the next DVD. This DVD last one hour

Inserted the second DVD the view of the bed was a camera looking down from the headboard. The other camera was looking towards the headboard two cameras one, on each side. I did not notice the side camera was looking at mirrors giving side views of the bed. Sophie enters the bedroom naked. Sophie moved towards the bottom of the bed, crawling up. Dad on the bed with legs wide open takes hold of his dick straight into her mouth. Still rubbing it up and down more, and more of dad’s dick goes into her mouth then Sophie stops.

Sophie moves up to dad’s head, her knees now on either side of dad’s head. Dad was giving Sophie oral sex. My father’s hands go on Sophie’s tits caressing and rolling his hands about Sophie’s tits. Dad’s thumb and first finger holding Sophie’s nipples squeezing and pulling them. They stayed like this for a good five minutes. Then Sophie is shaking dad holding the cheeks of her arse. He was pulling her onto his head. I may be mistaken. Sophie had a few minor orgasms; the last one was massive.

Sophie climbs off dad and lies next to dad side for seconds. Dad mounts her and her legs wide apart, dad now between Sophie’s legs holding his dick in his right hand. The head of his dick touching the entrance to Sophie’s twat slit. He is moving his dick up and down Sophie slit then with a very slight thrust. Sophie, expecting it, continued sliding his dick up and down Sophie’s slit.

My father was doing this for about five minutes. Then my father thrust his dick into her wet twat only a couple of inches. Then a second thrust and a third thrust, until dad inside Sophie. She had taken all his 11in 2.5in in diameter dick giving out a satisfying moan.

Pumping at a regular speed, then it becomes faster and faster. Sophie, shaking and her back starts to arch up Sophie legs now wrapped round dad’s waist. Dad pumping away, dad starting to judder, both came at the same time. With massive moans from both, it lasted a full minute then dad rolled off Sophie. Both rested for about ten minutes, and they started all over again. The DVD lasted about one hour. My beer glass was still full. I had not taken a sip. I drank a pint in seconds. I went and got another beer.

I inserted the third DVD, the opening shots of the bedroom, nobody there.

On walks, Sophie was wearing a see-through short nightdress. Pale blue bra with two nipple holes. Matching French knickers and high heels.

Her right hand was holding her dad’s left hand following Sophie. Dad was wearing shirt and trousers. They reach the bottom of the bed.

Sophie turns and faces dad then dad is holding Sophie round the waist pulling her onto him they kiss. Both his hands move up to the front of the short nightdress, tied at collarbone height with two bows. Dad pulls on one of the nightdress cords then falls open; he slips it off Sophie’s shoulders falling to the floor. Sophie’s bra blue bra with two nipple holes. And both nipples are sticking through the holes about half an inch. Sophie starts to unbutton his shirt.

Sophie, and then pushes his shirt over his shoulders. And falls to the floor next to Sophie’s short nightdress. Dad’s head moves to Sophie’s right tit and starts sucking it through the bra hole. Then swapping to the left tit back and forth. Sophie is holding dad’s head pulling his head onto her tits in turn. Dad’s hands drop down to Sophie’s French knickers in pale blue. His right-hand sips in-between her legs now apart. His hand was feeling Sophie crouch. Dad finds out Sophie’s French knickers have no crouch in them, his fingers slide into Sophie’s wet twat.

Sophie unbuckled dad’s trouser belt. Zip down the trouser button and undone trousers fell to the floor. Dad steps out of them. Dad standing there with briefs on. Sophie grabs hold of them and pulls them down to his ankles, Sophie helps dad out of his briefs. Sophie looking up at his large dick Sophie opens her mouth. Three-four inches straight into her mouth. Head bobbing up and down her left hand holding his balls, Sophie, sucking away. Sophie stops. Dad picks up Sophie and sits Sophie on the bed.

Dad spreads Sophie’s legs very wide. Sophie grabs hold of his, dick and places it near the crotch of her knickers. My father is now pushing his dick into Sophie’s wet twat a couple of inches. A moan comes from him with a much bigger push, moans come from Sophie. Then another thrust from dad, his dick now, inside Sophie. Sophie, holding dad’s hips pulling him into Sophie’s twat dad wasn’t wasting any time. Pumping in and out ten to the dozen moans from dad and Sophie.

Dad supports himself on his arms on either side of Sophie. He lowers his head and starts to suck Sophie right tit. Dad now starts pumping in and out. Sophie matching his thrusts moans after moans from both. Dad’s hips vibrating, Sophie’s body starts shaking at the same time a scream from both coming at the same time. Dad now is rolling off Sophie lying at her side to recover for a few minutes. Dad slips his hand up Sophie’s back and unclips Sophie’s bra. Sophie removes her bra and her skimpy French knickers.

Dad mounts Sophie, her legs spread wide as possible. Then he is kneeling between her legs. Both hands-on cups round Sophie’s tits. His thumb the first finger gripping Sophie’s nipples. Twisting and pulling them her bust started to raise and then it fell back. He loses his grip on Sophie’s nipples. He puts his right hand on his dick, rubbing it up and down. He slips it into Sophie’s twat enough to part her twat lips. Then he thrusts his large dick into Sophie’s wet twat with only two thrusts Sophie lets out a scream.

Dad pumps away and then goes into overdrive faster and faster moan after moan comes from both. Within minutes screams from Sophie. And a loud groan of fulfilment comes from dad both coming at the same time again. Dad now slides Sophie gasping for breath. The third DVD lasted for about one hour. My beer glass was still full. I drank my pint of beer in seconds. I went and got another beer.

I picked the fourth DVD. The view of the bed was a camera looking down from the headboard. The other camera was looking up the bed towards the headboard. Sophie enters the bedroom dressed in a short red dress wearing high heels. Dad comes into the bedroom and walks over to Sophie, her back towards dad. Dad spins Sophie around grabs hold of her waist.

Pulling Sophie towards him then they start kissing with passion. Dad finds the dress zip down. Both his hands on Sophie’s shoulders slipping the dress off her shoulders. The dress falls to the floor and Sophie kicks it away. Sophie is wearing the matching black bra and knickers with frilly edges. Sophie turns her attention to dad. He is wearing a tee shirt and shorts. Sophie grabs hold of the bottom of the tee-shirt up it goes. Dad raises his arms and comes off the tee-shirt. Sophie throws it across the bedroom.

Sophie unbuttons dad shorts down comes the zip they fall to the floor. Dad steps out of the shorts and kicks them off into the bedroom. Dad spins Sophie around, unclips her black bra, slips it off her shoulders, and throws the bra across the room. Dad hands cups of Sophie’s tits squeezing and rolling them around. Then pulling them and squeezing them her head tilts back. Dad spins Sophie around then Sophie grabs hold of his briefs down there. Sophie helps dad out of his briefs. Sophie looks up at his dick and holds it with one hand rubbing it up and down. Sophie takes dad’s dick in her right hand while her left hand is holding his balls. Sophie, mouth, is running up and down the entire length of his dick. The head of his dick goes into her mouth an inch then another inch and then another inch until it is down her throat. Her head going up and down for a good five minutes dad was moaning a good deal. Sophie pulls off her father’s dick and stands up. Dad grabs hold of Sophie’s black knickers with frilly edges down them and slid her legs down to her ankles. Dad removed her knickers with frilly edges, throwing them across the bedroom.

All Sophie is wearing is high heels. Dad turns Sophie round facing the headboard. Sophie mounts the bottom of the bed on her knees with her legs spread wide. Sophie falls forward and supports herself on her elbow’s dad behind her, his dick good and hard. Dad is now holding his dick. Pressing it against Sophie’s slit up and down against Sophie’s twat slit going on for a few minutes.

Then dad thrusts into Sophie’s twat. He goes in and about half a cry comes from Sophie. Second, push from dad. His dick inside Sophie gives another cry calling out fuck me faster and faster. Dad and Sophie moaning dad pumping away my father’s hands holding on to her hips, pulling her onto his dick.

Both are moaning like mad both crying out I am coming both came with screams of pleasure. Dad stayed there and started to thrust away again. Then Sophie is calling out faster than dad is pumping away, for all he is worth in and out with lightning speed. Sophie calling out gives it to me good and hard. Dad starts calling out between moans. I am coming to Sophie between his breaths. Screams of more satisfaction came from their mouths as they both came.

Dad’s dick now slips out from Sophie and collapses on the bed. Sophie follows dad Sophie both are now resting. Both are holding each other in their arms for a while. Dad stands up and Sophie crawls up the bed. Dad climbs back on the bed. They now go for 69 dads’ knees on either side of her head. Sophie takes hold of dad dick. She opens her mouth as it goes. Sophie starts sucking and bobbing her head up and down him with her mouth.

Dad heads between Sophie’s legs, his tongue into Sophie’s twat slit, flicking it with his tongue in and out. Both sucking like mad after a few minutes, Sophie receives dad cum in her mouth and swallows every drop. Sophie has a massive orgasm and dad soaks up Sophie’s juices. The DVD lasted about one hour. My beer glass was still full. I dropped it in two swallows.

I heard Bab’s car pulling up on the drive. The DVDs, letters, and photos, back in the bag and into the wardrobe for the last time.

Babs calls out for “Richard. I am home;”

I called out, “what a drink of beer.”

“I would love the one.”

I poured out two beers. We settled down on the settee and snuggled up close together.

“Had a good night with the girls.”

“I have some news for you.”

“What might that be?”

“Jenny and Tony are now divorced, and Jenny has already met a nice man. And she is having a good time with him night and day.”

“That did not take her long to find someone else.”

My mind was on the DVDs. We drank our beers and went to bed. Babs fell asleep in my arms. I was wide-awake pondering what to do. My problems were now starting. Was I going to tell my mum no way I cannot tell her a single thing? Why is the money going into dad’s account at five grand each month? What am I going to do about Sophie? What am I going to do about Demonte and Zara? I must go to France and see Sophie, Demonte, and Zara!

My mother’s bank account was 60000 a year. That was without my father’s work pension what I am going to do. I had to think. Mum was now approaching 68 having plenty of money. I had to speak to Jean as soon as possible. That was going to be difficult. One night I said to Babs.

“I am taking Jean out for dinner in a couple of nights from now on my own. I must tell her about our father.”

“Whatever it is you told her months ago why now.”

“Babs, I have found out things about dad, and Jean needs to know.”

“Do you know what to confide in me?”

“Sorry, my love let me sort things out with Jean and mum first?”

“What do you mean with Jean and Mum?”

“Babs, please let me get things sorted out one thing at a time. Then I will tell you everything.”

“Sounds like a secret.”

“Babs more than a secret, leave it with me for now please.”

Babs come here. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her to me with both my arms round her back, and gave her a long passionate kiss. We broke our kiss.

“Again, please.”

We went to bed and made our long-standing love that lasted two hours. The following morning, I phoned Jean, my sister, and arranged an evening meal for the two of us. I used the same evening that Babs was out with the girls. Before Babs left.

“I hope everything will go well,” Babs said.

“I am hope so.”

I telephoned Tom and Jean at their home. Tom answered.

“Tom, it is I, Richard please don’t say a word. Tom, has Jean left for the restaurant?”

“No.”

Tom, will you drive Jean to the restaurant tonight and will you pick her up? The reason is that she is going to be very upset about the things I am going to tell her about her father.”

“Is it that bad?” Tom said.

“Tom, Jean may not sleep tonight, yes, it is that bad. Tom, I will ring you from the restaurant for you to pick her up you will have to hold her tight. As I am going to do, Jean will be in tears.”

What I had to say to Jean was not going to be easy. I ordered two double brandies for both of us after the meal. I started telling her about the letter addressed to me. Pulled out the letter and let Jean read it. Jean burst into tears and Jean drank a brandy. I held Jean as tight as I could. Jean started to slow down from crying.

“I want to read the letters and watch the DVDs,” Jean said.

“Letters first, then looked at the photos and then watched the family DVDs…. I beg you not to watch the other four DVDs,” I said.

Jean, now sobbing for ages.

I went to Tom’s telephone, Tom, and asked him to come and pick Jean up. Jean cried and cried then Jean drank the second brandy. Tom walked into the restaurant picking Jean up. Jean held him so tight sobbing her heart away. Tom, looking after her has been a massive shock to her. It may take a few days before getting over it. Tom held Jean tight and turned to the door. Jean stopped him.

“Richard, I am coming over to your house with Tom and I will read all the letters and watch ALL THE DVDs,” Jean said.

I was watching TV; the phone rings Babs answers it saying it is Jean wanting to talk to you.

“Yes, Jean.”

“Richard, can we come over on Sunday morning? I want to read the letters and watch the DVDs with you and Babs.”

“Jean is this what you want.”

“Yes.”

I had to agree with Jean.

“Jean, please do not tell mum you are coming here this Sunday, please. Jean. Can I talk to Tom for a minute?”

“What is it, Richard?”

“Tom, can you book a week of work and get Jean to book the same starting from next Monday?”

“Why Richard.”

“Because when Jean watches the DVDs, she will need time to get over watching them.”

“I understand I will call work right now.”

I put the phone down, went straight to the kitchen, and came out carrying six bottles of beer. I sat on the settee and asked Babs to come and sit beside me. I gave Babs a beer. My head fell forward into my hands and started to sob out of control. Babs did not know what to say. Babs had never seen me cry so much. I was crying for a good five minutes. Babs held her arms round me all the time holding me ever so tight. When I stopped crying.

“What was wrong,” Babs said.

I looked at her and started to cry again. A few minutes went by. I got myself under control.

“Babs, I must tell you something you will not like.”

Babs was trying to calm the situation down by saying, “are you having an Affair.”

I burst out with laughter.

“I wish it were that easy.”

“Babs, I am going to tell you a good deal about my father. It’s not going to be easy. Babs I’m going to tell you everything I know before Jean and Tom come over on Sunday morning,” I said.

I went and got dad’s letter to me and let Babs read it. Babs looked at me.

“Have you told your mother,” Babs said.

“Babs, if I told my mum, she would be with my dad in the grave. Now there is more to come. My love can we leave it for tonight. I will be coming home early tomorrow afternoon. I will tell you everything I know,” I said.

Putting the beers back in the fridge and going to bed. I tossed and turned all night. Babs did not get much sleep either. I came home from work at twelve thirty. Babs had lunch waiting. I went and got two beers from the fridge. Then I went and got the bag. I show Babs the photographs of Sophie, Demonte, and Zara. Babs looked at me.

She went on to say “he looks like you.”

And drank some beer. I then let Babs read the letters while drinking two bottles of beer. Silence for a good ten minutes. Babs watched the family DVDs. Drinking another bottle of beer. The beers were not having any effect on Babs. Babs looked at me and asked for a whiskey. I poured out two extra-large doubles.

Babs looked at me saying. “How long have you known all this?”

“Five or six weeks.”

“Let’s finish the last four DVDs,” Babs said.

I looked at Babs.

“Babs, I wish you would not.”

“If Jean is going to watch the DVDs. I want to be ready for her reactions.”

“Babs, I must warn you. I know you have never watched a porn film. And what you are about to watch are porn films of my father and Sophie.”

“Richard let us get it over with so we can both get to grips with it together.”

” Babs, do not tell my mum what you are going to watch.”

Babs watched the four DVDs in silence drinking, the whiskey and beers none taking any effect on her. When the last DVD finished, I placed everything back in the bag and put them back in the wardrobe. Babs sat staring, in silence drinking, the whiskey and the beers. After a good ten minutes, Babs spoke.

“Richard, what are we going to tell Jean on Sunday morning?”

“Babs, right now, I do not have a clue.”

“I do know I must talk to Tom before Jean watches the last four DVDs. Babs will make Sunday lunch and get Jean to help you. I need the time to tell Tom.”

A strain on both of us for the next few days I was dreading Sunday and wishing it was over. I kept wondering how Jean was going to take it after watching the last four DVDs. The dreaded Sunday morning arrived; Babs greeted Jean and Tom. I shook hands with Tom and held my sister tight and kissed her on the cheek.

“That was nice Richard,” Jean said.

“Only what a good little sister deserves,” I said.

Babs asked Jean to help her in the kitchen with the dinner saying dinner will be ready in a little while. Richard offers Tom a drink and we will chat since the girls are getting lunch ready. Babs timed it right. Tom and I had a good conversation. I warn him about the last four DVDs asking him to support me in getting Jean not to watch them. He agreed.

“Remember, when Jean gets something in her head, there is no changing it,” Tom said.

“Tom, that is why I want your help. Babs is going to do the same.”

Lunch over I poured out four beers and went and got the bag.

Jean, you have already read the letter addressed to me. Do you want to read it again or not?

“Richard, I would like to if you do not mind.”

Jean read the letter holding the tears back. Tom held her all the time tight. Jean handed the letter to Tom for him to read. Silence for a brief period. Jean then asked for the Photos then looked at me saying Demonte, and Zara looked a lot like both of us. Jean was drinking her beer.

“May I have a whiskey?” Jean said.

I poured out four whiskeys. Jean asked to watch the family DVDs she stared and stared at the TV the whiskey was gone Jean asked for another one. I was hoping she was getting a little drunk and would forget about the last four DVDs. I was unlucky.

“Jean, can you help me clear the table and help her in the kitchen,” Babs asked Jean.

“Later Babs, please I have come to read the letters.”

She looks at the photos and watches DVDs.

“Richard, where are the other four DVDs? Richard, I want to watch the damn DVDs.”

“Listen to your big brother, he is asking do not watch the DVDs,” Babs said.

“If Richard does not want you to watch the DVDs. You should listen to your big brother,” Tom said.

“Tom, I want to watch the damn DVDs,” Jean said.

“If your big brother, asking you not to watch the DVDs. I would do as he asked,” Babs said.

Jean’s voice now raised. “I have come to watch the damn DVDs. I damn well going to watch them,” Jean said.

“Richard, please do as I ask, I have come to watch the DVDs Richard put the damn DVDs on,” Jean said.

“Jean, please remember what I have said. I don’t want you to watch the DVDs,” I said.

Richard put the first DVD on. I gave Jean a double whiskey and went on the first DVD.

Jean watched the TV in silence. Halfway through Jean lifted her glass wanting another whiskey.

The DVD is now finished. Jean looked at the three of us. Jean muttered.

“Richard put the next one on.”

“Jean, please do not watch it.”

With a tremble in her voice.

“Richard put it on.”

I gave Jean a double whiskey, Jean’s watch, the DVD, and Tom held her. The DVD had finished. Jean looked at the three of us again.

“Jean, could we stop?”

Jean is now staring at me without saying a word for a few minutes.

“Richard; her voice was trembling with a frog in her throat. Put the next dam DVD on and give me a double whiskey,” Jean said.

I passed another double whiskey to Jean and went to the third DVD and finished. Jean is now dumbfounded.

“Jean, do not watch the last DVD.”

Jean stared and stared at me. “Give me a double whiskey, please.” Jean said.

I gave her another double Babs sat next to Jean Tom held her even tighter than before. Jean watched drinking two double whiskeys with tears started to roll down her cheeks.

The entire DVD finished Jean burst into tears sobbing, her heart out holding on to Tom. Babs held Jean I knelt on the floor in front of the three of them holding them so very tight. A good ten minutes went by and Jean was starting to stop sobbing. I got to my feet. Jean looked at me saying.

“I wish I had listened to you now.”

We sat there looking at each other for quite a while drinking more whiskey. I ordered a taxi to take both homes. I gave my sister a great big hug and kissed her on her cheek saying “I will see you in the week.”

Babs and I called off on Wednesday night to see Jean, needing to talk to her about dad again.

“Jean I must go to France about dad’s business. Do you want to come or not?”

“Richard, it would be better if you go on your own.”

“Are you sure?”

“You are my big brother. I trust you with whatever you decide to do.”

“Jean remembers, do not tell mum anything about the letters, photos, and DVDs.”

Jean was still getting over the shock Tom was looking after her very well. We left. I arranged for a week of work and asked Babs to come with me to France.

“Go on your own, you will get more done without me being there.”

Off to France seeking out Sophie, Demonte, and Zara. I went to the house Sophie had moved into. I asked the locals if they knew where Sophie lives. They looked at me funny. I wondered why then they told me where she lives off to the new address. I found the house was large, to say the least.

I knocked at the door Zara opened, and I introduced myself as Richard Houseman.

That is funny. My second name is Houseman,” Zara said.

I smiled and asked to see her mother, Sophie.

“Go straight through, she is entertaining by the pool. I’m off now, see you later,” Zara said.

I walked through a large house and found the door leading to the pool area. I stopped in the doorway and saw Sophie was entertaining. Sophie was on her hands and knees. What I saw was Sophie getting a good fucking from behind. Both let out a scream of delight, and then he stood up and looked at me.

“Your turn mate.”

He dressed and left.

Sophie said, “Who let you in.”

“Zara,” I said.

“She answered the door and told me you were at the pool entertaining.”

“Sophie, my name is Richard Houseman,” I said.

Sophie stood up wrapping a robe around her naked body.

“Saying let us go in the house.”

I started to do the talking saying my father is dead now over six months.”

“Sophie, you were his mistress and business partner. I have come to find out what type of business you were both in. Can we close my father’s side of the enterprise business?” I said.

”I am glad you have come to France. I was going to sell the business and retire.”

“That it is fine by me to sell the enterprise business and please pay my fathers to share it in his bank account,” I said.

“Would you like to meet your half-brother and sister.”

“I would prefer to meet them later if you do not mind.”