Failing As a Chaperone

Tuesday evening and almost seven o'clock by the time I got home from work; it'd been a pig of a day, I got bogged down in a pointless meeting just after lunch and then been playing catch-up for the rest of the day. The house lights were on and I could see the flickering of a TV screen through the curtains, but noted that my wife Lynn's car wasn't on the driveway... Odd?

The front door was locked and having retrieved my keys to open that, I stepped inside to find my sister-in-Law Ruth in the hallway. "Hi Dan, you've got me making your dinner tonight."

Lynn has two sisters, Maggie who'd turned thirty a couple of months earlier and Ruth who's the baby of the family; Ruth's just turned eighteen and doesn't finish school until this coming summer. "Lovely to see you Babe, but what are you doing here and where's Lynn?"

Ruth winced before replying, the 'Babe-Ruth' moniker really grinds her gears; which is probably the reason that we all tease her with it. Doubly cruel, as you'd struggle to find anyone who looks less like like that hefty baseball player; Ruth's a petite blonde, who until she finally began to 'fill out' a year or so ago, had ambitions to be a gymnast. You'd still describe Ruth as 'elfin'.

"Lynn and mum have gone down to Doncaster; Grandma's slipped on some ice and is in the hospital, they think she's probably broken her hip."

I winced on hearing that, Nana-Jean's over seventy, that didn't sound good. "Why didn't Lynn call and let me know?" Even as I said those words, I recalled turning my phone onto silent mode during that meeting, but having no memory of my subsequently switching it back on again.

I was already reaching for my phone as Ruth replied: "She did; mum tried too, they must have left half a dozen voice messages, plus texts and WhatsApps too..." My phone was by then pinging and buzzing like a living thing, Ruth let it finish before concluding: "That's part of the reason why I'm here, to make sure that you got the news if your phone had got broken or lost."

I was taking a moment to fire-off a WhatsApp to Lynn and Shirley, letting them know I'd got home and had received the bad news, before returning my attention to Ruth. By then Ruth had turned away and was walking towards the kitchen, enquiring over her shoulder "Do you want a beer Dan?"

I answered 'yes' without really thinking about it, before following Ruth's direction of travel. By the time that I reached the kitchen, Ruth had a glass ready to hand me; given her age it looked to be deftly poured. "Cheers for that Ruth, just what I need. You said that message delivering was only part of the reason for your being here; what's the rest?"

"What, is that and my pouring you a beer not sufficient reason?..." That had us both grinning. "OK, well, I've also been delegated to make dinner for you. Which we both know you're more than capable of doing for yourself; but Dad's away with work too, so if I stay here with you as my chaperone, it keeps me out of Darren's clutches."

That drew another grin from us both. While I'd never met the apparently 'evil' Darren, I knew that Ted and Shirley hated him with a passion; there was no way they'd trust Ruth in an empty house for the night with him on the prowl. Darren was Ruth's first serious boyfriend and from all that I'd heard, they were probably right to be concerned:

A local tearaway in his mid-twenties, who'd already been in jail for car theft and drug dealing. I got the impression that Ted and Shirley were trying to keep a very tight leash on Ruth until Darren was back in prison again; asking around, I also got the impression that this was likely to happen sooner rather than later.

I knew there was family-friction over the subject of Darren, so avoided getting involved: "OK, so what am I getting for my dinner?"

"I was going to offer you the choice of Chinese, Indian or Pizza... I doubt the local fish and chip shop delivers". Cue more grins all round.

"And what pray, will be your contribution to this feast Ruth?"

"Well, I can pour you another beer while you're phoning our order through; you've almost finished that one already." I couldn't argue with that; as I said, it'd been a pig of a day.

I watched Ruth pouring my second beer as I waited for the phone to be answered - we'd settled on pizza. - And again marvelled at her beer pouring prowess; in the unlikely event of Ruth failing to get into university, she had a great future as a barmaid. Ruth would be popular with the customers too, that blonde pony tail along with the trim little body Ruth had hidden got away inside those pink sweats she was wearing.

With our pizza order placed, I sat across the kitchen table from Ruth and noticed that she'd poured herself a glass of white wine; she hadn't asked, but I let it slide. "So, have you any homework to do?"

"Why are you offering to help me? How extensive is your knowledge of Advanced-Chemistry and Higher-Maths?..." Another burst of that tinkling laughter and then: "...Don't worry Dan, that was all done and dusted before you got here."

Reluctant though I was, I felt I ought to add my... twopenn'orth, to the Darren debate: "I gather you're aiming for Lancaster University to study High-speed Physics; how's Darren going to fit in with the crowd there?"

"Oh God, not you as well! I don't know why I'm getting hassled, I don't plan on marrying Darren or anything; I know he's a dead-beat, but like my homework, Darren will be done and dusted long before I go off to university."

"Then why the hell are you going out with him; you must know that your parents are worried for you, why don't you date one of your school-friends instead?"

Was Ruth's sigh one of exasperation? "Because if I slept with one of those, he'd tell the rest of the lads and then they'd all be pestering me. If I then slept with another one, or probably even if I didn't, he'd claim that he'd screwed me too. After which, it'd be all over WhatsApp that I'm a Scrubber and all the boys will all start claiming that they've fucked me."

"But you can date a guy without going to bed with him... It's not compulsory."

"Agreed; but that's what I want to happen!... I don't want to arrive at Lancaster Uni a virgin; not knowing how or what to do. And that's the advantage of Darren, I know he's slept with loads of girls; if I went to bed with one of the guys from school, he'd have no more idea than me... The blind leading the blind."

I slumped back in my chair, stunned by Ruth's reminder of life as a teenager; it hadn't changed over the last ten years. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. Ruth drained her glass and went to the fridge for a refill, she came back with another beer for me too, though it appeared that I had to pour this one for myself.

Dropping back into her chair, Ruth too sat quietly for quite a while before muttering, in little more than a whisper "You could resolve the Darren problem for me."

"I could? How? I don't even know the bloke."

"No, I mean we could... have sex, I'd trust you not to tell anyone and you know what you're doing. More than just what to do, I eavesdropped on Lynn and Maggie discussing you and Phil; comparing notes so to speak... it sounded like you were streets ahead of Phil in the bedroom stakes."

I was gobsmacked. I must've spent five or ten seconds stuttering and spluttering before managing a reply: "You're damned right I'd not be telling telling anyone; I know you've turned eighteen, but that's barely legal and it's borderline incest too. You think your mum's got a downer on Darren? It'd be nothing compared to the explosion that there'd be if I took you bed."

Ruth met my wide-eyed stare with a grin... A bloody grin! "It's not incest; I've studied enough biology to know that; you don't need to take me to bed either. We could do it right here... And right now; you locked the front door when you came in, so we won't get disturbed. As for mum, well she can hardly complain... I know that she's fucked you."

I take it back; NOW I was gobsmacked. "Wh.. What... where did you get that idea from? I've never been to bed with Shirley!"

"I didn't say that you had, though I suspect you probably have... I said that you'd fucked mum and I know that's true. Last October, the night of Maggie's thirtieth birthday party; when you and mum went outside onto the patio for a cigarette, I was already out there having a sly smoke of my own... I saw the two of you together."

I answered immediately and perhaps a little too loudly? Not wanting to leave any room for doubt; unfortunately, that precipitate reply hadn't allowed me any time to think either: "I don't know who or what you thought you saw Ruth, but you must've imagined it!"

That drew another smile from Ruth -- a knowing one? - whereupon she emptied her glass, got up and silently walked back over to the refrigerator. It wasn't until Ruth turned back around with a refilled glass in one hand that I noticed her phone, held in the dancing fingers of her other hand. "Then I must have a vivid imagination for it to have recorded this."

My own phone pinged barely three seconds later, but I stared at it on the table for an awful lot more. Only when a still smiling Ruth, enquired "Aren't you going to check your message Dan; that might be from my mum, or Lynn?" did I finally reach for my phone; I did so with a visibly trembling hand.

It was, as I'd feared, a video message and it had come from Ruth's mobile. I stared at it for another ten or fifteen seconds before opening it; those tremors had by then spread beyond my hand.

I guessed the film was shot outside, on the patio of the Black Lion pub, but it was dark and it could've been anywhere. The silhouettes of two people were visible and it was a fair call to say from size and body shapes, that they were a man and a woman. The smaller figure leaning back, against the edge of a patio table and the taller one standing upright; they could've been anybody.

When the couple began touching and embracing each other, you couldn't see precisely what they were up to, but you could guess; the soundtrack was equally vague. Most of the dialogue was a distant mumble, so you couldn't hear more than one word in every half-dozen; certainly not enough to identify anyone's voice.

After a minute or so the action hotted up, as too did the dialogue; you couldn't hear many more words, but those that you could discern were getting raunchier: 'tits --..uicy pussy - stiff co... --...rd fuc..' and more of a similar ilk. There were other words and part words, all expressing a sense of urgency, but still nothing that could be attributed to a specific individual.

Any remaining doubt as to exactly what was going on disappeared when the woman spun around dragged her voluminous skirt up around her hips and then folded herself face down across the patio table. The man then jerked her panties down below her knees -- you could see them stretched out between her calves -- before unfastening his own trousers.

He then stepped up close behind the woman and a few moments later, the man's hips thrust forward and the woman's whole body jerked as she emitted a louder -- audible though still not recognisable - snarl of "Oh fuck yes... Keep it going; just like that." The video, albeit still in shadows and silhouette, showed the man eagerly obliging.

Their coupling was primal... Barbaric; the man was pounding into her like a jack-hammer while the woman jerked and bounced like a rag-doll on the table beneath him. There were no longer any coherent words to identify, never mind recognise; a series of growls, snarls and squeals, the couple were rutting like a pair of wild animals.

It was arousing to listen to and with my fears about Ruth's video waning, I'd relaxed sufficiently for my cock to stiffen beneath the table. The action didn't last long -- even shorter than I'd remembered it -- and concluded with a near scream from the woman, which while clear enough to understand, was thankfully distorted by the orgasm tearing through her.

"Oh Fuck Yessssss!... But not inside me! Pull out or I'll be leaking into my knickers all night." The man's much lower volume response was indecipherable, as too was the woman's reply, but the man heeded her request and with a growl, stepped back a full stride, one hand clenched tightly around his shaft as he did so.

The couple's agreed resolution became apparent a moment later: The woman stood upright, spun around and immediately sank down onto her haunches; when the man stepped forward once more, she leaned forward to meet his advancing cock, her hand helping to steer it between her lips when it arrived.

A few seconds later and for the first time the man said something which could be understood; when he spoke his hand was holding the woman firmly by the hair and his backside bucked and thrust as he fucked her mouth: "That's the way Shirley... You always manage to find some excuse to take it in your mouth... Swallow it all you cum-guzzling old slut."

Those words were as clear as day and the voice just as clearly recognisable, but my erection had collapsed already: In the moment the man had stepped back, his face - my face! - had passed through a beam of light, from the floodlighting and been visible for a couple of seconds. Not that it mattered, Shirley's face had been clearly visible during the whole time she was sucking me dry.

The video ended a few seconds later, once Shirley and I had separated; it showed Shirley recovering her knickers before heading off in one direction, while I, still refastening my pants headed off in another. Oh Shit... So near and yet so far; there was no disputing who the stars of that blue movie were; it was an age before I dared raise my eyes to meet Ruth's.

That cheeky smile was back on Ruth's face; had it ever departed? "As I said, a cum-guzzling old slut like mum is in no position to complain."

Looking away and back to my phone, I angrily hit the delete icon, then glaring toward Ruth I demanded "You can delete it off yours too Ruth and right this bloody second."

My rage hadn't managed to dislodge the smile from Ruth's face, so I was both surprised and relieved when she nodded in assent, pressed delete on her own phone and then held up the screen in my direction to let me watch the video disappearing.

That relief was short-lived: A still sweetly-smiling Ruth advised "No problem, I've got it saved in lots of other places too; you and mum will never find them all Dan." In that moment, I think I might've been about to slap Ruth; she was saved by the bell; the doorbell... Our pizza had arrived.

I took my time over answering the door and paying for the pizza; I needed a couple of minutes to allow my anger to dissipate and get myself back under a degree of control. It was towards five minutes later before I closed the front door and called down the hallway "So where are we having this pizza Ruth?"

"We'll eat it in here Dan... And cold." I was still pondering Ruth's odd addendum, as I reached the kitchen door; understanding dawned as the door opened wide and Ruth suggested that I "Pop the pizza on the worktop for now, we don't want to squash it."

Ruth was leaning against the edge of a kitchen table, her pose reminiscent of that which her mother had held at the beginning of the video we'd just watched; albeit without the voluminous dress... Ruth was stark naked, her clothing now stacked neatly on the chair that she'd been sitting in when I left.

I looked... Hell, I stared long and hard, how could I not. A trim and naked eighteen year old, with pert tits sitting high on her ribcage; all those hours of gymnastics and associated training had left Ruth looking as fit as that proverbial butcher's dog. Nor was there a hair to be seen on Ruth's lithe body, something which seemed to underscore her youth.

How long I stared I couldn't say, but when I eventually dragged my eyes away from Ruth's flat belly, those tits and that smooth, exposed pussy, I found her wearing an expression that seemed far from innocent. "Stop pretending Dan... You want this as much as I do." As she spoke, Ruth's eyes dropped to my groin.

What can I say: I tried to be strong... To do the right thing... But the body proved weak and I knew that Ruth was staring directly at an erection which was by now tightly stretching the fabric of my trousers. When Ruth rocked forward and released that for me, I did nothing to stop her and in that moment, knew I was lost.

Having unzipped my trousers, Ruth tugged those and my boxer shorts down a few inches; my cock sprung free of its own volition. "Oooh, nice, Lynn wasn't exaggerating... I think I'd like it in just the same way that you screwed mum?"

Ruth was already turning away before she added "I promise you, that this cum-guzzling young slut will be sweeter than the old one... But start off slowly; I wasn't lying, yours really will be my first real cock."

Ruth's audacious words and the cavalier attitude with which she draped herself over the kitchen table and shuffled her feet apart, made the last hard to believe. Or perhaps I was holding onto that thought as a sop to my conscience? Whatever; Ruth looked almost as enticing from behind as she had from the front; I was beyond stopping now.

Sliding a hand between Ruth's legs revealed that she was every bit as smooth as she had looked from the doorway. Ruth was slippery wet too and while I felt no evidence of a hymen, she was certainly a snug fit; two fingers seemed to be Ruth's limited, though her gasp of delight suggested that she was enjoying them both.

In deference to Ruth's claimed virginity, I spat on the fingers of my other hand and used that to lubricate the head of my cock before steering it between the soft petals of her labia. While Ruth's channel was slick, it felt every bit as tight as I'd expected; though Ruth proved accommodating, with each thrust sinking deeper and being received with gasped words of encouragement.

It took a half dozen controlled strokes to penetrate Ruth to my full length. While Ruth remained snug, she by then felt even slicker and my subsequent penetrations were all long, slow and slipped into her more easily. Just as Ruth had requested, besides which it, enabled me to better control my own rising excitement.

I soon discovered that with a cock inside her, Ruth became every bit as profane as her mother, Ruth proved similarly quick and as equally noisy as Shirley, in reaching her orgasm too; it was more of a detonation than a climax. Ruth went off like a bloody volcano, while I kept my cock motionless, but still deep inside her, allowing Ruth time to enjoy the moment.

OK, I was also getting close by then, so appreciated that hiatus myself too. In the moment Ruth recovered her composure, I feared that I'd perhaps missed my opportunity: A sweat-soaked Ruth squirmed out from beneath me, squealing "No... Stop." as she spun around and pushed me away.

That concern was short-lived; an instant later Ruth was dropping to her knees, whilst adding "In my mouth Dan... Make me your cum-guzzling young slut." Any reservations I might've had were quelled by the salacious tone with which she had asked; I pressed my cock between Ruth's lips and shot my load barely ten seconds later.

I pumped three powerful gobbets of spunk into Ruth's mouth before she gagged and choked; in the moments before she did, I'd again begun questioning Ruth's virginity claim. Much like her mother and elder sisters, Ruth had displayed a genuine talent, not to mention enthusiasm, for accommodating a stiff cock.

I grabbed a couple of kitchen towels from the roll and handed those to Ruth while helping her back to her feet; her legs were definitely shaky. That said, when Ruth's face reappeared from behind those towels, there was another grin spread across it "Wow, that was awesome; I wanna do it again... But let's eat that pizza first, I'm starving."