Autumn Term Tales – Episode 03

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NOTE: To previous readers of the series, two minor changes have been made to two names. As both names are mentioned only once or twice before the changes are not story altering but could cause confusion hence this note. Teena Crescent is now called Tanya Crescent and Cloe Brook is now called Cloe Garcia. As I said only their names have featured so far so I hope this does not effect anyones reading pleasure. Thank You.


Tanya Crescent is 18 years old and at five foot three she is a pretty little thing. She keeps her raven hair cut a little above the neck line and usually leaves it free hanging on either side. Her bright blue eyes and peachy skin tone match well her prim nose and small mouth which almost always has a smile on it. She is not overly slim but she has curves in all the right places, small but obvious B cup breasts along with shapely legs. She has that air of innocence around her that drives boys wild and she knows it; she uses it to her advantage to get what she wants but without being slutty.

At school she had a modest group of friends and though not exactly in the popular crowd, they were a long way from being the rejects. She was the type of girl every boy wanted but could not have. There had been a number of boys who had tried to win her affections but none had succeeded. At the time she was more interested in her studies. She was polite and helpful, and did not annoy her teachers, simply enjoying her time at school and getting a good education.

After graduating, during the summer between school and college, she went with her friends to France for a month and came back not only tanned, but also rather enlightened in the exciting world of sex. It marked the beginning of a new Tanya; gone would be the innocent and studious Tanya; now was the time for boys and fun. For teachers and parents, college was where boys and girls went to learn how to be men and women. Tanya agreed in part with this; her view was that it was where boys and girls became men and women. To her newly sexually-active self, college was nothing more than a feeding ground. Oh she promised herself her grades would be unaffected but who said she could not have fun all the while?

But Tanya had to admit, there was one guy she had had feelings for throughout the years, even when she was not interested in boys. The worrying part was that it was her cousin, Brecon Storm. She had not been sure herself if this was the case having not experienced feelings like this about anyone else up till now, but since her trip to France and having experienced similar feelings for the boys she met on holiday, she had put two and two together. She had always known that she enjoyed spending summers with him, either at her own home or his parent’s home on the other coast while they were growing up. She had always looked forward to him coming more than her other relatives and she would do anything he asked and never complained about him. Now she knew why and thought it was probably the reason she had never given much attention to other boys during high school.

As fate would have it, Brecon’s parents had been killed in a car crash over a year ago and, unable to support himself at the time, he had moved in with her, her sister Faun and their mother Loren, which meant she got to see him more often than ever. She had enjoyed this before her French trip but when she got back and knew how she really felt about him, she had found it hard living together and not knowing what to do about it. To complicate matters, he had started the year before at the college Tanya now attended, so she could not even escape him there. She knew if things kept up like this she would have to do something, but what?

It was September, Sunday the 14th at 5.30am. Tanya lay awake in her room. Everything was still around her and so quiet she could here the clock tick-tocking away to itself in the kitchen below her room. She had only just woke, no alarm needed as she had developed this routine over a number of months now. She slipped noiselessly from the bed, the silky duvet falling away to reveal the fact that she slept naked. She stretched, arching her back, tippy-toed as she reached toward the ceiling. Next she bent, supple legs straight and touched her toes. Feeling relaxed and completely awake now, she turned to her dresser, plucked a pair of panties from the slightly open draw and slipped into them. Next she donned a t-shirt lying on the chair next to the door. The cool fabric rubbed her sensitive nipples, already hard from the morning chill, stirring something between her legs. She took a deep breath and cracked open her door.

Sticking her head out onto the landing, she checked for noise. There was none meaning no-one else was up yet. She slid silently along the wall, avoiding the boards that creaked, past the bathroom and round the corner and along to his room. Listening carefully at the door and hearing nothing, she slowly twisted the well oiled handle and pushed the door open just enough for her to view the bed. Brecon lay sprawled casino oyna across it, the light duvet wrapped around his midriff and feet but leaving his upper body and legs exposed. Tanya stifled a giggle, lest she wake him; she always found him in the weirdest positions. At times they prevented what she was up to but that didn’t matter; she also enjoyed watching him sleep.

She moved into the room, leaving the door open in case she needed to make a quick exit. She tip-toed to the bed and crouched down beside him. He looked so peaceful in sleep, unlike the slight but persistent mope he adopted when awake, like he was eternally preoccupied by something sad. Tanya knew it was to do with his parents. She lent across him, her chest almost touching his stomach as she took hold of, then peeled back part of the duvet. She had not been surprised, when first she started doing this, that he also slept naked; a lot of guys supposedly do.

Now before her, his already hard cock was on show. She knew it was only morning wood but she liked to think it was her actions that caused such a display each morning. She had recently came to the conclusion that a guy’s penis was not the ugly monster kept tucked away as a lot of girls she knew thought of it, but a beautiful instrument of pleasure. She liked how soft the skin was, its curves and the general shape of the thing, and she loved how hard they felt erect and the many ways in which one could be used to pleasure a girl like her. An added bonus about Brecon was that he kept his clean shaven; she didn’t like guys with exceptionally hairy packages.

She lent forward once again, bringing her head almost in contact with it. She breathed gently on the very tip and grinned as it twitched and Brecon let out a soft sigh. She brushed her dry lips on the sensitive head, barely touching it and was rewarded with a jump and a louder moan. She dare not do anything more at this point for fear of waking him, but someday, somehow, she would taste his cock properly and she knew she would love it. Moving further up his body, still making no contact, she rested her lips briefly against his before silently leaving the room.

Ten minutes later she lay in bed, naked once more, and listened as his alarm went off. 6am, the same every morning. After the alarm was shut off, she heard him stumble about his room, opening and closing draws as he dressed. She could tell he was trying to be quiet and found it amusing that he was less than succeeding. His door opened and closed, then he was away down the stairs and out the front door. She knew he was off for his morning run and wouldn’t be back for an hour or more.

Beneath the duvet, already wet fingers once again found her entrance and went beyond and she worked herself to thoughts of how he must look. She saw his muscular legs pumping back and forth as he pounded the road, saw his chest heave as he concentrated in putting his all into what he was doing, saw him work hard so he would coat his toned body in sweet tasting sweat that she would love to lick from him. She took the image and translated it to him in bed with her, pounding her instead of the road and came for the third time since returning to her room, the juices joining the steadily growing wet patch between her sheets. She fell asleep, exhausted, her fingers still at her dripping pussy.

Tanya woke but kept her eyes shut and smiled, warm and not quite ready to get up yet. She felt fuzzy all over and she liked it. It took her a second to work out why; ah, of course, she was still buzzing from earlier. The memories widened her smile into a grin and she rolled onto her side, curling up tight as she thought of him pounding her again. It sent shivers down her spine. She would have to have him soon, she decided. It was getting unbearable; at first she had only been his voyeur once or twice a week, but now she had to see him — see it — everyday. She had even started finding ways to see him during the day while he was awake.

She finally opened her eyes as the images of Brecon’s naked form dissolved and she gained full consciousness. She flung back the covers and crossed to her dresser in one fluid motion. She plucked fresh panties from the draw — the others had been soaked by the time she got back to her room — and pulled them on. She regarded herself in the full length mirror. Her well proportioned if a little rounded body gave her no end of pleasure; she knew by now just how to use every aspect of it to her advantage. And she planned to do so with Brecon today.

Grabbing her woollen housecoat off the back of her door, Tanya left her bedroom and headed left along the landing to the spiral staircase that would take her into the rear of the house. When she reached the bottom she glided along the corridor to the kitchen. As she entered she stopped, surprised. The place was deserted; Brecon would usually be home about now, eating breakfast. She knew her mother, Loren, would not be back till Tuesday as she was visiting with a friend up near the university she had driven Faun canlı casino to yesterday, but for Ewan not to be back from his run by now was weird.

The whole place was black granite, stainless steel and scratchproof glass, filled with all the latest modern appliances and kitchen accessories. Tanya always thought it was far too space-age but that was her mother’s taste; the rest of the house, save bathroom and bedrooms, was the same. The house still retained its original features like fireplaces and ceiling beams but even those had been stained to match.

‘Well, it’s almost space-age,’ she smiled to herself as she caught site of Jinx in her tattered, plastic dog-bed in the far corner from Tanya.

The dog had noticed Tanya too and, after a good stretch, padded over, looking for attention. Teena bent at the waist reaching out a hand to scratch Jinx’s ear but the sizable Border Collie ignored it, instead passing beneath the hand and shoving her nose into Tanya’s crotch within the open housecoat. Tanya had left it open on purpose, hoping to march into the kitchen and give Brecon an eyeful, before covering up, playing the innocent ‘didn’t know you were here’ act. It would have got his attention.

Now she regretted that decision. The dog took several long sniffs and then began to nuzzle Tanya’s panties. Tanya’s breath caught for two reasons; first that the great, wet nose was exceedingly cold and second because of just what it was rubbing against. The whole incident took only the time it takes to cough but Tanya was caught off guard. As soon as she realised, she turned Jinx’s head aside. She found it disconcerting that the dog always knew when she had been pleasuring herself.

Straightening, she quickly tied her robe and moved to the double sliding doors on her right, opening them onto their acre of land that served as both back-garden, overgrown wilderness and exercise area. Jinx took off immediately after a distant rabbit but Tanya stopped at the edge of the patio. Usually if not in the house, Brecon was out here, but not today. It was mysterious but she would get it from him when he got in anyhow; she was good at that. With a satisfied smile, Tanya nodded to herself before going back in.

Tanya spent a couple of hours filling her time with household chores and meaningless channel surfing in the lounge. She planned to stay there till Brecon came in so she could catch him; the forward stairs and the rest of the house could only be accessed via the lounge. She was going over how she would act and what she would say when she heard Jinx barking aggressively out back. A male voice answered and the dog’s tone changed to happy.

‘Curse it all, he must be coming in the back!’ she thought.

She leapt from the couch and strode quickly to the kitchen, hoping to be first there, but Brecon was already getting a bowl out of the appropriate top-cupboard. He was topless and had his back to her. She could see his exposed skin was glistening with sweat, even though the towel and t-shirt by the door were obviously drenched. He turned then but her eyes did not leave his torso.

“Oh, good mornin’, Tanya,” he said, a little surprised as he had not heard her approach.

Tanya stirred from the images of running her tongue across his body and met his eyes.

“Hmm? Oh, Brecon. Yeah hi,” she managed to say.

“Actually,” he chuckled as he moved to sit at the breakfast bar, “I said good mornin’ but I guess hi will do.”

“What?” Tanya was still a little confused.

“Never mind,” he shook his head as he reached for the cereal boxes.

Finding the one he wanted he opened the work top fridge they kept the milk in and fished out the blue lidded kind. How the women could drink the green one he did not know. They were so against full fat he had to buy his own. Still, at least he knew there would always be milk when he needed it, not having to share and all that implied. He drowned his cereal and began to eat. Looking round suddenly he found that Tanya was still standing in the doorway. Now she looked like she was staring into space, though.

“Hey, cuz, you gonna just stand there all day?”

For the second time, Tanya was disturbed from her planning of how to get him in bed. She shook her head and came and sat opposite him.

“Sooo?” she asked as she slid onto the stool.


“Where’ve you been? You’re back late.”

“Oh, I was just at … ,” Brecon caught himself.

He had been about to say ‘Jenny’s’. Knowing that she knew none of his friends were called Jenny, that reply would have led to far too much probing from Tanya and he did not want that out yet. In fact he did not think it should be out at all, especially not to someone else who went to the same college. He quickly thought of somewhere else to say.

“Just at where?” Tanya asked when he did not continue.

“Just at the river,” Brecon stared her straight in the eyes as he said it.

“You ran all the way to the river?” Tanya’s expression was sceptical.

“Yeah, that’s kaçak casino why I’m late, had to sit down for awhile and get my breath back before I could head home.”

The river was at least two miles away so it seemed plausible to him but Tanya still seemed doubtful.

“Why the river? You don’t usually run to the river.”

“Yeah, well, today I did,” he said, a little peeved now.

“But why?”

“Jeez, Tanya, just let it go, aright!?” He replied heatedly, “You asked where I was so I told you, ok!?”

Tanya nodded slowly, regretting that she had annoyed him.

Brecon sighed; he did not like fighting with her. He tried to get her back onside by changing the subject.

“So, cuz, what you up to today?” He asked.

“Fuck all,” Tanya replied, leaning back in her seat, letting the gown slip open a little, enough to show she had no top on.

She had recovered quickly, simply looking bored now he noted.

“Same, though I do need a shower first,” he said as he went back to his cereal.

Tanya was disappointed that he appeared not to have noticed. She slumped a little, but took comfort in the mention of a shower as it provided an opportunity.

“Well when you’re done, leave it running, I need one too,” she said, laying the bait.

“Why? I’ll be using the one in my en-suite so you can get one at the same time in the main bathroom.”

She looked away, her neck flushing. She felt so stupid, having forgotten for a moment; Loren had given Brecon her room when he moved in so the ‘Man of the House’, as she called him at times, had his privacy and the three women shared the bathroom on the landing. They even had a downstairs toilet for guests. Tanya was running out of ideas and almost missed the fact that he had got up. She looked round but he was only at the sink, rinsing his dish. He moved to leave the room and she pouted. The look disappeared quickly when he turned back toward her.

“Bring Jinx in will you, she’s barking like mad,” he turned to leave. Over his shoulder he said, “Oh and if you’re not gonna dress properly, don’t come near me when you get the cold.”

Tanya brightened a little. She had not noticed Jinx’s barking but at least he had noticed her absent top. It did not sound like he was interested yet but it was a start. She went to call for Jinx and after the dog was in, she crept through the lounge to the front stairs. His room occupied the front of the house and she listened for noise from his bathroom. When she heard the door creak open, up she went, silently, ghost like. His bedroom door was shut as she reached the landing but a quick flick of the wrist had it open without a sound. She waited a moment, expecting to hear him call ‘who’s there?’ but no alarm sounded.

She cracked the door open and looked in. He was not in the room and steam was drifting out of the partially open en-suite door. Sliding into the room, like earlier that morning she left his door open and tiptoed across the floor. She stopped at the door and looked through the gap. Even with the air vent on and the window open she knew the shower created too much steam, especially at the ‘turn skin bright red’ heat he liked it at, hence the open door. It provided the perfect view of the shower from where she stood; part side on, part behind, giving her a great view of his profile but at the same time his firm butt cheeks.

If not for the steam Brecon would have seen her straight away but it had clouded the mirror above the sink to the point were nothing was discernable. She knew from experience he always faced into the water, except to rinse his hair but he invariably had his eyes closed at the time. Right now he was lathering up his back in that awkward way you have to but it did stretch his back muscles in ways that made them ripple beneath his skin, making Tanya sigh with longing.

Slowly, her hand slipped under her robe and pulled her panties down enough to allow her fingers access to her pussy. Two fingers slid in straight away and she fucked herself slowly as she watched him now lather his ass cheeks, watched him run his fingers across his butt wishing it were her hands there instead. Just then, he rinsed off, dipping under the water and letting it stream in rivers down his hot, toned body. Tanya gasped aloud, knowing he could not hear her thanks to the shower; her fingers were moving faster now.

After shaking the water from his head, Brecon bent to pick up the shower gel, awarding his secret audience a full view of him from behind, his legs spread just enough to reveal the silhouette of his penis between them, half erect from the heat. He straightened, resuming his former position and squeezed a generous amount of the gel into his right hand.

Tanya knew what was coming next and her other hand automatically dropped to her groin from the breast it had been tormenting. Her finger tips found her clitoris just as his hand wrapped around his shaft. She could not actually see it from here but she could tell by the way his arm was crooked and the movements it began to make. As he slowly began to massage the gel up and down his length, stroking it to fullness, she began to rub her clit at the exact same speed, matching him move for move.

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