It was three more days before they brought her home, three days in which we went to see her first thing in the morning each day. Angie took her the ‘syrup of figs’ (her wig for those who don’t do cockney rhyming slang), and she looked quite good in it, it was blonde and short, not unlike her natural hair, mind you for the money it cost, it should have been good!
She walked out of the ambulance still clad in her robe, and we both made a big fuss of her after listening to the doctor’s instructions.
“Just a week or so more of rest David,” he said, “And then she’ll be her old self again.”
Well, I think she was just about her old self again when she asked Angie to help her in the shower. When I went up after about fifteen minutes with a tray of coffee for us all, I found her with her legs wrapped around Angie’s neck in the throes of what must have been a much-needed orgasm!
She grinned impishly at me as she opened her eyes again and held out her arms for me.
“Come and kiss me, Dave,” she said softly. “You two don’t know how much I’ve missed you both.”
Our kiss was tender and lingering, and we held each other tightly.
“I’m sorry for being a pain Dave,” she said and kissed me again, but I pulled away and looked at her, the old brightness was back in her eyes, (she’d lost the eye patch.) And even though she was still weak, I could tell this was the old Mickey, the beautiful, lively and very sexy girl that I’d fallen in love with just a few short weeks ago.
“You’ve got nothing to apologise for you silly tart,” I grinned, “We’re bloody grateful that the problem was a piece of glass in your head and that you don’t have any real mental problems.”
We let her sleep then, and Angie took my car to go food shopping while I went through the last of mum and dad’s papers, I wasn’t expecting anything, but I just needed to make sure there were no loose ends anywhere. What I found though changed our lives forever!
It was in an old brown envelope and dated about twelve years previously, I read it and then reread it just to make sure.
“Hello, Capital and Provincial, how may I help you?”
I introduced myself and explained what I’d found, and she asked me to hold on while she spoke to a senior member of staff.
“Can you read me the reference number please?”
I did as he asked and for a moment I was left listening to the rustle of paper.
“Sorry to keep you, sir,” he said. “But I have to check these things, do you have your parent’s death certificates?”
“Yes of course.”
“In that case may I make an appointment to come and see you as soon as possible?”
“Will tomorrow be soon enough?”
“That will be fine sir, about eleven a.m. say?”
“Yes that’s fine, I’ll look forward to it.”
Angie arrived back as I replaced the receiver and frowned as she noted the serious look on my face.
“Oh no Dave, not more trouble?”
“Just come and read this, I’ll put the food away.” and I handed her the letter.
She looked stunned as she read it, so I asked her to reread it.
“Bloody hell Dave,” she whispered. “If this is genuine and I think it is, you’re rich!”
“We’re rich Angie, I’ve told you before, there are three of us here, if I have to tell you again, I may well have to spank your bottom.”
“Ooh yes please,” she laughed. “But have you shown it to Mickey?”
“No, let’s go and see if she’s awake yet.”
She was stirring as we crept into our bedroom and she sat up giggling, letting the sheet fall away from her breasts.
“Right Dave, your turn,” she laughed, “Get em off!”
“Bloody sex maniac,” I told her, “Just get your brain in gear and read this.”
“I daren’t Dave, Dr. Phillips told me not to do any reading for at least a week, you know to rest my eyes.”
“Aw babes, I forgot.”
“Why what is it?”
“It’s an old policy of your mum and dad’s,” Angie took up the story.” It says that if they die in an accident on the road or in their home, which they were, you two as their sole heirs will receive from this company the sum of one hundred thousand pounds.”
She let that sink in for a minute, and I grinned at the look on my sister’s face.
“Oh, my God.”
Then Angie finished it,
“In respect of each of your parents.”
Mickey’s eyes widened.
“Wha… ?”
“That’s two hundred thousand pounds!”
“Yup,” Angie and I nodded our heads in unison.
She flopped back down again.
“That means we can afford the pub.”
“Yes,” I grinned, I hadn’t thought of that!
ooOOoo
He was punctual, arriving dead on time at eleven o’clock I asked him inside where the girls sat expectantly trying to hide their excitement, Mickey made us all tea, in spite of my protests.
“She was badly hurt in the crash,” I explained.
“Oh dear,” he said with genuine concern. “And are you fully recovered now miss?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”
“Good, right down to business, may I see the death certificate first please?”
I showed him the certificates, the coroner’s reports and the press cuttings of the crash.
“We’ve already checked those sir,” he said with an embarrassed grin. “The internet you know, we receive details of every fatal accident in the country via the web. And your birth certificates sir and your’s madam?”
We looked at each other in a panic, then Mickey smiled.
“Dad’s desk,” she said, and I dashed into his study.
It took a minute or two to find them, and I handed them over to him with a massive sigh of relief.
Briefly, he examined both of them and passed them back.
“Well that seems to conclude our business sir,” he said.
“Oops, nearly forgot.”
He fished in his briefcase and handed me a cheque.
“It could never replace your parent’s sir, but it’s yours, I’ll bid you good day.”
The whole thing had taken less than five minutes, and we were two hundred thousand pounds better off!
“Jesus Christ!” I said in wonderment.
Mickey was equally shocked, but all she could do was to stare at the cheque, Angie, however, found her vocal chords. She stood up and lit a cigarette.
“Look you two, I know what you’ve both said to me, but this is getting a bit bloody silly, one minute I’m practically a prostitute. I’m in debt up to my ears, on drugs and on the slippery slope to oblivion, the next minute you’re throwing thousands of pounds at me, I’m not taking it, I can’t take it.”
Her shoulders started to shake, and she covered her eyes with her hands.
“I just can’t,” she sobbed.
I had no idea what to say to her, how could I tell her that one day I hoped to marry her and that as far as I was concerned, she’d always be a part of Mickey and me! But thankfully my sister knew exactly what to do!
THWACK!
I flinched as Mickey’s open palm caught her right on the cheek, Angie’s eyes flew open, and she stared in shock!
“You slapped me!”
“Yes I slapped you, you daft bitch, ask yourself, Angie, just fucking ask yourself how many people like Dave and me have you met in your life? Go on how fucking many?”
I’d never seen Mickey so angry, her face was purple with rage, and she was trembling.
“Mickey,” I said softly. I was worried about her.
“No Dave, I’m okay, but look at her will you, we’re trying to help her, and she won’t have it!”
A thought struck me, something I’d said earlier and I grabbed Angie round the waist, I sat down quickly and pulled her onto my lap.
Mickey’s face was a picture as Angie struggled and screamed at me.
“No! Dave, no please don’t do this.”
She kicked and beat at me with her fists, but I was adamant, there was no way I was letting her up.
The first slap landed on her bottom, but her panties cushioned the blow somewhat, so Mickey pulled them off and scurried back round to hold her wrists.
Thwack, and she screamed as my hand connected with her lovely little bottom.
“I warned you didn’t I, I told you I’d spank you if there was any more of this fucking bull shit!”
“You bastard,” she hissed and screamed again as my hand connected.
“I’ll sue you, I’ll have you in prison for assault.”
Thwack, another scream, and another thwack.
“You’re a rich and sexy young lady Angie,” I shouted above her sobs. “All you have to do is to say yes, there are no strings, none at all, so why are you such a fucking bitch?”
Again and again, I smacked her bottom, gradually it turned from pink to red and equally gradually, it dawned on me that she’d stopped struggling.
“Don’t stop Dave,” she said in a somewhat muffled voice, “I’m going to cum in a minute!”
Turning my head away from her beautiful globes, I saw that she was kissing Mickey hungrily. Tongues entwined in each other’s mouths, she had a hand between my sister’s legs which were wide apart, she too looked as if she was about to cum.
“Do it, Dave,” she hissed, “Fucking do it.”
I spanked her again and made her cheeks quiver like jelly, she moaned in Mickey’s mouth as Mickey started to spasm.
“Yes, again Dave, one more darling please just one more.”
THWACK.
It was a good one, drawing a scream from her mouth and just for good measure, I gave her one last slap. The timing was perfect, she let out a long drawn out sigh, and I felt the shock of her climax almost as if it had been mine!
Mickey had climaxed too, but somewhat less noisily, she slumped back against the couch, legs still open and her eyes shining.
“I’m not taking the money either Dave,” she giggled as she got on her knees and presented her gorgeous little bottom to me!
Both of us cuddled a sobbing Angie then, but she was glowing too in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“I’m sorry you guys,” she said softly. “It’s true what you said Mickey, I’ve never met anyone like you two before, it’s all a bit much to take in!”
“Well it’s happening babes, so let’s not hear any more of it at all, okay?”
“Okay,”
Mickey kissed her and held her tightly.
“Sorry I slapped you, Angie.”
“I must have been a pain, for you to do that.”
“ENOUGH,” I shouted, and the three of us laughed together.
“Let’s go and tell Fred,” said Mickey, “I need some air.”
“You mean bloody lager,” Angie laughed and added, “Can I go for a spin on the bike Dave, I feel like getting some wind on my face?”
“Yes, of course, I didn’t realise you were a biker.”
She laughed deliciously and stroked Mickey’s face.
“Tell him at the pub Mickey.”
oooOooo
At the first set of lights, she came to, she pulled up alongside a builder’s van. Three brawny young men in the front seat shouted a chorus of lewd remarks when they saw her blonde hair peeking out from beneath the black crash helmet.
Smiling to herself, Angie pulled the zipper of the one piece leather suit down a couple of inches and they roared their approval. As the lights changed to red and amber, she eased the zipper all the way down until her breasts were exposed, the lights went to green, and she roared off laughing as the van stalled helplessly provoking a cacophony of car horns behind it.
A chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce purred along beside her as she eased back on the throttle, an elegantly dressed woman was sitting alone in the back seat. Angie glanced down into the car and caught the woman’s eye, they smiled at each other, and the woman pursed her lips in a kiss. A thrill ran through her groin as they pulled up at some more lights. Angie stood up and moved forward slightly so that her crotch was above the petrol tank, smiling at the woman, she lowered herself down and pressed her cunt against the metal. There was no mistaking the meaning as she slid backward slowly until her bottom settled again in the saddle and there was no mistaking the sticky wetness at the juncture of her thighs.
Even as the lights changed, she looked across to where the woman had her lips pressed to the window, her tongue flickered out and licked at the imprint of her own lipstick.
The next victim was a lorry driver who she overtook and then pulled back when she realised he was young and quite good looking. Keeping one hand on the throttle she took the other into her mouth and nipped the glove off with her teeth, his face was a picture as she sat back and allowed him to see as she slipped the hand into her tight leather pants.
Smiling up at him, she swirled a finger around in the wetness of her cunt and left him open-mouthed as she withdrew it quickly and cleansed it with her full, pouting lips.
She hit the motorway then and opened the powerful bike up, it jerked in response, and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm as the needle sped right up past the one hundred miles per hour mark. At a hundred and forty-five, she climaxed, and a smile of deep satisfaction spread over her face as she headed at a somewhat more sedate pace back down to the village!
“Bloody bikers,” muttered Fred as he saw the black-clad figure pulling into the car park.
“I’m not having them buggers in here.” he marched out to tell the figure exactly where to go when it took it’s crash helmet off and kissed him.
“Hya Fred,” Angie said cheerfully. “Dave and Mickey in the bar?”
We’d been watching them and laughing as Fred got his grumpy head on and then his embarrassment as he saw it was Angie, he’d developed a soft spot for her already, and his face was a picture when they walked in together.
“Hey Fred,” I called out. “I thought you were going to throw those biker louts out of here?”
But the old bugger had the last laugh, he treated Angie to her drink and made me pay for mine and Micky’s!
“What you got on under there Angie?” I asked as I noticed the way the expensive leathers clung to her curves.
“Talcum powder,” she said softly and smiled as I changed position to ease a growing problem!
“I can’t wear anything at all under it,” she whispered, “It’s far too tight.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
She leaned forward and whispered. “The way it feels against my pussy is fucking amazing, I had an orgasm at about a hundred and forty-five.”
“WHAT?”
“Well,” she pouted, “Speed turns me on.”
Mickey nearly choked with laughter as Angie told us about her adventures on the road, but my imagination was far too vivid and my bloody erection was getting to be an embarrassment.
“Honestly,” Angie went on, “Just pulling these leathers on is an experience, I get so turned on, I could cum just by walking in them!”
“You’re not the only one,” I muttered under my breath.
Mickey whispered something to Angie who nodded and took my hand, placing it between her legs she rubbed it over the soft, supple leather.
“God Angie, you’re soaking.”
“Yup,” she giggled and then sat up quickly as Fred ambled over to us.
“I’m selling, and I’ve done me homework, you’re looking at two hundred and eighty-five thousand, have you got it?”
“Not on me Fred,” I laughed.
“I bloody know that you daft little sod, have you got it?”
I looked up at him and nodded.
“We’ve got it, Fred, between the three of us, we’ve got it mate.”
He held out his hand, and the three of us shook it in turns.
“Well you three,” he said and actually smiled,”You’ve got yourself a pub!”
Mickey laughed, Angie gasped and I shook his hand.
“When Fred?”
“As soon as you bloody like,” he said morosely. “The bloody place is full of hooligans on bloody motorbikes.” and he actually winked at Angie as he said it!
The hand over was scheduled for two weeks to the day after our conversation with Fred, and after we examined our finances minutely, we decided we’d take a break before the big day. We could just about afford it and provided the pub didn’t bomb in the first year, we were laughing!
After we left the pub that day, I asked Angie if she would excuse Mickey and me for a minute as there was something I needed to speak to her about.
She agreed of course, but I could tell that she was a bit miffed.
“Angie,” I said softly. “This is a one-off, and I promise you that in less than five minutes, you’ll know what we’ve spoken about, okay?”
“Okay,” she answered with a smile.
She went indoors while Mickey and I walked down to the river.
As we got to the bank, where it lapped up to the bottom of our garden, my sister turned to me and kissed me.
“I know what you’re going to say, Dave.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes really and if I’m wrong, I’ll never speak to you again, you can forget the whole thing, that’s how sure I am, but if I’m right…”
She turned and kissed me tenderly.
When we returned to Angie, Mickey said: “I want to be the chief bridesmaid.”
Once again, Angie burst into tears, it was getting to be a habit of hers.
“Marry me?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Am I that bad Angie?”
“Dave I can’t believe this!”
“It’s real Angie, I’m real, you’re real, and Mickey’s certainly real.”
She realised that Mickey was real when she felt her hands unzipping the leather top from behind.
“Nothing changes Angie,” she said softly. “It’ll still be the three of us.” her hands cupped our lover’s breasts, “In bed as well as out of it.”
“It lends a certain respectability to the whole thing,” I added and unzipped the rest of the suit, she had to sit down so Mickey and I could pull off the tight leather.
“This is a dream,” she said to herself as much as to anyone else, “I’m going to wake up in a minute.”
“Well if you’re…