God is on Our side

Chapter 3

My sister Mandy was a pain in the ass. She was moody, rude and in my opinion she dressed like a tramp. Our mother seemed to have given up on her. But one day Mandy faced me with the fact that she had proof that I was fucking our mother. I just laughed and said you are dreaming, but somehow I knew that she was fairly sure of her facts .She said.

“I might just tell Beanie unless you make it worth my while brother.”

“You vindictive bitch!” I was livid, but I was determined she would soon learn that I was not a brother as she could treat as scum. The fact she was prepared to blackmail me and her mother made me so angry, and anyone who threatened my relationship with Beanie was really asking for trouble.

What she failed to realise was that I was bigger physically than her; she sauntered over to me with her look of superiority on her moody face as she taunted me.

“Well?” she taunted.

I reasoned that she could not make things any worse than they were so I grabbed her and pulled her down over my knee. I pulled her skirt up and pulled her knickers down around her ankles. I could feel her bust resting against my leg as she wriggled and shouted
“You bastard let me up immediately.”

She was seventeen now nearly eighteen, born almost the same time as Beanie, and I was just seventeen, but I had thirty years of experience in my previous life, and I was physically bigger than her. Grabbing one of my slippers I raised my hand as far as it would go and the slipper came down with a thunderous whack. Mandy jerked on my lap, her tits shaking against my leg, her buttocks contracting at the pain She shrieked and swore but with one hand holding her down, I had no problem controlling her wriggling torso Again, and again I whacked her exposed buttocks, until it began to glow a rosy red and my arm was getting tired. I was feeling much better for letting my frustrations out on my bitchy older sister.

I could feel her sobbing quietly to herself, then on impulse I slid my hand from where it rested against her buttocks down between her legs. As my fingers brushed her cunt lips, her reaction was instantaneous. She tried to push herself up off my lap. She was very wet but she moaned and shouted.
“What are you doing?” I was holding her down by the back of her neck. So I pushed her back down and continued to let my hand fondle and probe inside her pussy lips. Enjoying the feel of her body and my sensation of power.

One finger pushed instinctively into her depths, as I gently finger fucked her, and she wriggled in my lap. She had stopped crying and was moaning slightly, but her body was reacting very positively to the probing of my hand. I could feel her bosom pressing against my leg, and my cock was threatening to burst out of my trousers. I was pretty sure she could feel it pressing against her as well.

My finger continued to slip in and out of her, and soon I feel her reaction with her increased moistness between her lips. My finger was now covered in her juices. I pushed a second finger into her, and she moaned involuntarily. I twisted my hand as my fingers pushed in, sending tingles of pleasure into Mandy’s s cunt. She moaned again.

My other hand slipped inside her blouse and cupped one breast; my finger started fondling the enlarged nipple. I suddenly realised that she was no longer fighting me. She moved her body so that I could fondle her more easily and her groans were groans of passion. I pulled her blouse free from her skirt, and pulled it over her head leaving her braless body free for my attentions as I reached beneath, now stroking her bare flesh.

Mandy moaned, it was the kind of moan that I recognised as a moan of passion. She was enjoying the feel of my hands on her body and no longer was she resisting me. Her pussy was wet, her nipples were hard, and her breathing was ragged. She was I sensed fully aroused.

I swung her around onto the bed as I rose from my sitting position. With her panties around her ankles I slipped them over her feet, and her naked body was now lying on her back gazing up at me. I could see that she was waiting for me to make the next move. I moved between her legs and then, I reached down and fondled her tits again. Then I reached up and took my own shirt off. Wh-what are you doing, I?” my sister asked.

“You want to blackmail me sister dear,” I mocked, throwing my shirt over my shoulder, and unbuckling my belt and undoing my fly buttons.
“So I’m going to fuck you instead. “My sister became very pale. “But I’m your sister!”
“You should have thought of that before you started blackmailing me.” My sister gasped as I finished disrobing kicking my underpants off.
As my pants came off she saw what I had in my armory and then she shouted.
“You’re built like a fucking donkey”, but there was no hint of despair in her voice she said. “Please be gentle with me.”
“Mother will hear you! You’ll get caught!” Mandy said
Then a voice said. “No Mandy wrong, mother is watching you, and enjoying seeing you punished. I work seven days a week looking after you and you threaten your brother and me with blackmail. I miss your father, but I only let your brother make love to me. I don’t think your father would object to that, or would you want me chasing other men?”

My sister looked up at her not answering. I positioned my cock at my sister’s opening, and began to press in. my gently. She was tight but very ready, and I was gentle with her even with her pussy fully lubricated. I pressed into her slowly, enjoying the look of pleasure her face, as my cock continued to slowly sink into her depths. When I was about half-way in, I pulled out, until just the head of my cock was inside. I watched her eyes, and they were filled with passion. I pressed slowly and carefully into her again, going a little farther before pulling out.

I continued this slow thrusting movement until I was fully inside her as I slowly making my way into my sister’s cunt. Finally, I was in as far as I could go, and we were moving our hips together, her arms were circling my neck and her lips were pushing against mine. She was enjoying it. I reached down and fondled her tits, now she was continually moaning small moans of contentment .Her sounds of passion grew in volume Mandy was quickly approaching her climax, and when it came, she clamped her cunt muscles round my cock , and watched with contentment as she writhed on the bed, impaled on my cock .

As my orgasm approached, I slammed my cock fully into her, hard. Her mouth flew open with the surprise at being so suddenly full that way, and I plastered my lips to hers, my tongue thrusting into her mouth. She instinctively kissed back, her tongue dancing with my, tongue in her mouth.

She soon felt my cum spurting into her, filling her up even more. The sensation gave her another small orgasm of her own, and her pussy contracted along my cock, dragging even more cum from my balls. They stayed that way for some time, lips locked and bodies merged, until finally I broke the kiss, and let my sister fall, gently, to the bed, my cock sliding out of her as she lay looking up at me resting on her back. I looked at her as she tried to catch her breath.

Alan I am so sorry I will not give you any more problems. I’m sorry too mother, providing………
Providing what? Mother replied. You let Alan look after me like this again. Strangely my virtual raping of Mandy brought about a gradual change in her behaviour. Slowly as rationing allowed Mandy changed the way she dressed, and her behaviour seemed to mature. Now she would talk to me as though I was human being instead of a piece of cow dung. She got herself a reasonably respectable boy friend, and no longer were there any threats of blackmail over my fucking our mother. Occasionally I would service her, as much as anything to keep the peace.

Christmas was soon with us and Beanies family and ours clubbed our rations together to make up a reasonable Christmas lunch. Mother had some dried fruit and one or two items like candy peel left from pre war days – together with what we scrounged, and what we had in stock we managed to get together a reasonable feast.

It was still possible to buy some Christmas presents although stocks in the shops was very limited. Most factories were now engaged in war production, and the few ships in convoys that managed to get through brought in only essential items. We had arranged to have lunch at our house and tea with Beanies family. After lunch and a few drinks we settled down to hear the Kings broadcast to the Commonwealth on the radio.

Meanwhile, just as the King started his Christmas message and unbeknown to us, as we sat in comfort in front of the fire and listening to the national anthem, an ME 109 fighter plane on a reconnaissance mission was wending its way over the south coast towards London, only to be greeted by three Hurricane fighter planes from Biggin Hill whose pilots were a little annoyed at having their Christmas lunch spoiled. They met in the sky over east London with the result, that a young Luftwaffe pilot by the name of Dieter Nieumeir soon found himself slowly descending towards our back yard on the end of a parachute.

The resulting crash from our back yard found us quite quickly staring at a very bewildered young man who had descended through our toilet roof, and had one foot firmly wedged in our bog. He was suspended by the straps of his parachute which was enmeshed in the remains of the roof structure.

Being fluent in German having spent so many years in Heidelberg in my previous existence. I patiently tried to explain to him, that if he was waving that pistol around when the Home Guard arrived, he would be shot, and that he was making a right prat of himself. I also pointed out that a picture of him with his foot stuck in a toilet would not go down well with Herr Goebells

He was looking very sorry for himself and he was waving an enormous pistol around and threatening to shoot anyone who attempted to capture him. He told me that we had better treat him well, because the German Army would soon be in London. I suggested that if he wished we could leave hum stuck where he was until they arrived. A suggestion that gave him pause for thought.

The fact that I spoke German fluently calmed him down a little, and eventually I managed to get the pistol off him. I checked that it was loaded and got rid of the shells, and then I relieved him of his map case which was slung over his shoulder.

Within a few minutes a Home Guard sergeant arrived with two men arrived to take our prisoner away. However, poor Dieter had his foot well and truly jammed in our toilet and in the end they had to smash the toilet to release the poor chap. Not only did the Home Guard arrive, but also the press, the Military Police and the local coppers. So he did have his photograph taken for the local newspaper anyway. The resulting damage to our toilet led to further problems as Beanies grandmother had drunk too much cooking sherry at lunch, and now the spirit of Christmas had taken hold and she had a case of the galloping trots, to her dismay we no longer had a toilet. But once again the true spirit of Christmas came to the fore, and the neighbours were prepared to accommodate us temporarily in their outdoor toilets.

Once the excitement died down, we went back to our Christmas celebrations – however, I was then faced with the question from friends and family. “How was it I could speak German fluently?” Now that gave me a bit of a headache, and there was only one way that I could answer that .So I told them
“I must confess that I have always had a quiet interest in languages and I studied on my own and listened to radio broadcasts the past few years. I have been a bit shy about confessing it. I am sorry.”
Strangely enough they believed me, and congratulated me on being the hero of the hour.

Beanie was all over me. “I was so proud of you darling facing up to him like that when he was waving that pistol around you’re a proper hero and no mistake.”
“I said I was no hero love. I was scared stiff, but I reckon he was more scared than I was.”
I pretended modesty but then I realised that I still had the pilots map case and I had not handed that over in all the confusion. I had handed the pistol and the shells to the Sergeant of the Home Guard, but he had at the time been more interested in getting the pilots leg out of the bog.
I opened the case carefully but there was nothing exceptional in there except maps and charts and one or two aerial photographs of the docks. So we just put them back in the case and went on to enjoy our Christmas or what was left of it.

It was 10.00 o clock next morning when the police came to arrest me.