The Philpott Kids: Life After the Gang

The boys move on, Claire has a gentleman caller and a trip to the movies.

Note: The latter part of this installment ties in with “Cousins at Play: Part 9: Saturday Night at the Movies” which I posted a little while ago.
Don’t worry, you don’t need to read that first, but it’s on this site, if you want to.

Story:

Claire awoke the next morning with a headache and itchy skin. The headache was the result of a hangover and the itching was due to the cocktail of dried spunk on her face, chest and breasts. She recalled the events of last night’s party and braced herself for the lengthy clean up task ahead of her.

She started by tidying the clothes she had thrown onto the bedroom floor. She gathered them up, but couldn’t find her pink panties. She noticed a £5 note on the nightstand and remembered that she had promised Frank he could have them. He must have collected them while she was asleep.

Frank was the first one of the gang that she had met when she knocked on the shed door and asked to “play”, all those years ago. He was big and scary and he’d slammed the door in her fsce and rudely sent her away. It was strange to think thst he’d just paid to buy her pretty little knickers.
There was a message written on the fiver. “C, Thanks for everything babe. You’re the best. Sorry I told you to bugger off. F”.

———–
It was an hour later, before Stephen stirred, with a hangover of his own. Claire made them both a fried breakfast.

“Did you sleep ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, I was knackered. I just crashed out.”

“Yeah, Frank said he heard you snoring when he went to the bog. He checked up on you, to make sure you hadn’t been sick or anything. He said you seemed to be ok.”

“That was thoughtful of him. I’m sorry he heard me snoring, how embarrassing.”

“Probably just the booze.”

“I guess that wasn’t the worse thing I did last night, was it?” she giggled. “I remember getting my tits out and wanking some cocks and I was covered in spunk this morning. Did I do anything else? I didn’t suck anyone off or, you know… did I.”

“No, you don’t worry, you didn’t suck or fuck anyone.”

“Thank God for that.
I was pretty slutty though wasn’t I? I hope the lads don’t spread it all around town. I won’t be able to show my face.”

“I wouldn’t worry, most of them were too drunk to remember and they won’t want their girlfriends tonknow what happened so I’m sure they’ll keep their mouths shut.
I’ll have a word with them, though.” Stephen promised.

“Anyway.” he kissed her, “Thanks. It was great birthday party and you were the best part of it. You’re a brilliant sister.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she punched him playfully. “You think flattery will get you anywhere, don’t you,? Well I haven’t got time to give you a blow job. We need to clear all this mess up first…”

———-

The party was the last time all the gang got together.
The boys were moving on. Some of them still met in the pub, but others were spending time with their girlfriends. While, a few had made new friends at college or at work. Everyone just drifted apart.

The gang had run it’s course and the boys had grown out of it. No one said anything, but when the roof blew off the shed in a storm, and Tommy’s dad was in no rush to repair it, they all knew it was over.

But, of course, one of the boys wasn’t old enough to go to the pub, get into college or apply for a job and had never had a girlfriend.

Tommy, wasn’t quite so ready to move on.

One day he took a deep breath and knocked on the Philpott’s door. Stephen answered and Tommy looked up at him.

“Erm, excuse me. Is Claire home please he asked.”

“Yeah, I’ll give her a shout.” He winked at him. This wasn’t a chance liaison. Tommy had some birthday money to spend and he’d asked Stephen to set him up. “Claire, Tommy’s asking for you.”

“Oh! Okay tell him to come upstairs, I’m just painting my nails.” Claire knew Tommy would be visiting too and she had plans to get her hands on his cash. Her funds were a bit low as she wasn’t dancing for the boys anymore and Stephen was finding it hard to sell her knickers, as his “customers” were moving on too and finding girlfriends with more than just their knickers to offer.

“Alright Tommy come in. Her room’s upstairs on the left.
See you later,” he shouted to Claire, “I’m going into town.”
This was a white lie. He’d agreed to wait, quietly in the kitchen, in case his little sister needed him.

Tommy had never been in a girl’s bedroom before – he didn’t even have a sister. He stood, awkwardly, unsure of the etiquette. The only place to sit was on Claire’s bed and that didn’t seem right!
The room was pinker and prettier than any boy’s bedroom he’d seen. It smelt nicer too. There were more teddy bears and “My little ponies” than he’d expected and some small pieces feminine underwear on the floor – oh no he mustn’t stare at those. “Look away, look away, be cool,” he told himself.

Claire tried to put him at ease, motioning for him to sit on the mattress, beside her. “Well, what a lovely surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

“Yeah, I was just passing and thought I’d pop in for a chat.” he wanted to look cool and casual.

So, they chatted about TV and school and the state of the shed roof, but Claire knew what he wanted. “Did you enjoy Stephen’s party?” she asked, changing gear smoothly.

“Yeah, a great night wasn’t it. It isn’t often I have that much to drink.” He was trying to impress her. “And I loved your Daisy Duke…” his nerve ran out before be could complete his sentence but Claire picked up the ball.

She giggled, “Thanks, she’s of Stephen’s favourites. You didn’t think I was too rude did you?”

“No Daisy’s beautiful – you’re beautiful” he’d said it! “Why shouldn’t you want to show yourself off to us boys? It’s only natural.”

“Thanks, I’m glad you liked it.”

He had to press on. It was what he was there for, after all. “I’m sorry about what happened later though… you know, in the kitchen… when you were playing with Steve and Frank and Simon.”

“Oh yeah, you had to rush off, didn’t you?What happened?”

Oh, he thought she knew, he thought the whole word knew! “Well remenber, you took your top, er, your bra off…”

“Yes I was a drunk, wasn’t I?”

He ignored the question, “… and you were beautiful and I’d never seen a girl like that before and I got over excited and I had an accident and you know, in my pants…”

“Oh sweetie, how awful for you. Oh, I feel really guilty now.” She gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“I should have been more careful. I hadn’t done that before. Like I say I’d had a drink. Did you little them though, my boobies?”

“Yes but I didn’t really get to see that much because I wasn’t standing at the front and then I had to go, didn’t I?
So, I was wondering if you might let me see them again – I’ve got some money – it’s my birthday money – but you can have it, if you’ll let me see them. Please..” he ran out of words. But he’d done it, he’d asked the question he came to ask.
He braced himself for a smack and a telling off.

“Oh Tommy,” she didn’t shout at him. “I’m sorry you missed out, but I don’t let boys, you know, see me for money. That would be wrong.”

He was puzzled, “Oh, but, those times at the shed?”

“At the shed you boys bet me you could guess the colour of my underwear. So I had to let you see it, to find out who had won. If you won the bet, you got the money and if I won, I got it. That’s all?”

He thought for a moment. Thinking wasn’t his best quality, but he had an idea what she meant. “I understand,” he nodded sagely, “So, and I don’t want this to come out wrong, what if I bet you, say £1, that you wouldn’t dare take off your top and show me your “boobies”.”

“Oh my!” she said innocently, “I ve never made that sort of bet before, but £1 sounds fair, so yes. Okay.” She took hold of her tee shirt. She was deliberately wearing the same one that she’d worn that night in the kitchen.

“Great, but er could you wait a minute, I need to use your bathroom.”

He excused himself and went for a wank. Glenn has suggested that shooting off first might help him last longer with a girl and avoid “accidents”.
It was kind of him, all the other boys had just laughed at him….

“Ok sorry about that. A man’s got to do, what a man’s got to do.” He returned to the bedroom awkwardly.
He hoped Claire hadn’t changed her mind.

“Ready?” she asked.

Tommy nodded, momentarily struck dumb.

She crossed her arms and took her time as she arched her back, pushed out her chest and pulled the top up over her head and off. She stood there, posing proudly in crisp, virginal, white bra.

“Do you like me like this?”

“Yes, but that, er wasn’t the bet was it?”

“I know,” she giggled, “I was just teasing.” She cast off the bra, without fuss.
“There we are. All off,” she said in a sing song voice, “Just for you.”

She posed, showing them off and Tommy stared, not knowing what to do but relieved that he hadn’t spunked himself.

“Aren’t they pretty? And they feel so nice when I hold them like this.” she teased.

“Yes. I bet you wouldn’t let me hold them though, would you?”

“Oh, I’ve never let a boy do that before…”

“I’ll bet you a pound.”

“Erm okay then, just for a minute.”

Actually she allowed him to play with them for a lot of minutes.
They had been missing male attention since Stephen had started going steady with Andrea Booth and, although Tommy didn’t have her brother’s skills or experience, he was eager to please and took instruction well.

He was an avid pupil as Claire explained how she liked to be touched and squeezed and kissed. He was doing so well, that she pulled his head forward and told him to suck them.
Claire was enjoying herself, taking charge of her willing young student and he was making her feel like a big girl in all the very best ways.

Tommy couldn’t believe his luck. He had free reign to work over those marvellous tits, whilst mentally storing away Claire’s sex tips for future use. It was the best pound he had ever spent and he still had plenty of money left.
He decided to try his luck.

“I bet you £1.50 you wouldn’t let me see your, er, pussy?”

Claire hadn’t expected this, but she was having fun. “Oh yeah. Well that’s where you’re wrong isn’t it?”

She had her skirt and knickers off in a moment. She turned her back and teased him. Wiggling her lovely round bum in his face before turning show him her holy grail. Spreading her legs and displaying herself like never before.

She wanted to feel Tommy’s fingers and maybe his tongue upon her moist slit her swollen clit. But he was just a boy and ignorant of these pleasures so he leapt ahead.

“Can I shag you? I’ve still got £6.50 left and you can have it all. Sorry l didn’t mean that. I bet you six… ”

“No Tommy, I’m sorry, but I’m not ready to do that yet. Not with anybody or at any price.”

“No, I’m the one that should be sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. You’re just so sexy.”

“You know, Tommy, just because I’m not ready to have a cock in my pussy doesn’t mean I don’t want one somewhere else.”

“What? Where?

“Tommy, I bet you daren’t put your cock in mouth.”
Ths was way off script but she didn’t care. She wanted him and she’d changed her mind about taking his money. He was respectful kid and she wasn’t “that kind of girl”.

“Err, you bet me?”

“Yes £3.50!”

His pants and trousers were off in a flash. Claire didn’t even pause to admire his member. She wrapped her lips around the head.
She took charge. Tommy didn’t know any better and he wasn’t complaining. It felt wonderful.
He wasn’t as big as Stephen and didn’t last as long, but Claire didn’t mind one bit and swallowed his load with pride.

“Wow, that was the best ever,” said Tommy, once the blood had returned to his brain. “I didn’t know girls did that?”

“Well not all girls do. And even if they do some don’t like it if you finish in their mouth and some don’t like to swallow it, so have to be careful.”

“Sounds like I’m lucky I was with you then. You seem to like doing it.”

“Yes, I like doing it with you.” she said gently giving him a kiss on the cheek.

They eventually dressed and went down to the kitchen for a drink and a bite to eat. Stephen scarpered. Time to leave his hiding place. Claire hadn’t needed his protection, after all. He slipped out through the back door.

Tommy pulled out his wallet to settle his gambling debts. He reckoned it up. £1 to see Claire’s tits, another £1 to play with them and £1.50 to see her pussy. He counted out the money and gladly handed it over.

Claire took it and thanked him.
“Oh,” she said casually, “And I owe you £3.50 for letting me suck your cock… Oh, look at that! I just happen to have £3.50 in my hand. What a coincidence!”

She handed the money back.
Tommy laughed.
She really was a top girl!

————-

Now that the gang was done and Stephen had a girlfriend, Claire had a lot of free time. As she was naturally tall and had honed her ball skills, by keeping goal for the boys in endless football matches, she decided to try out for the school netball team. She was a “natural” and thev coach decided that goal keeper was her best position in that sport too. The team were successful and in next to no time she had been appointed vice captain.

It confirmed her status as the most popular girl in school.

She was confident, pretty and well dressed. So the girls all wanted to be her.

She was friendly, curvy and good looking. So the boys all wanted to be with her.

Many boys tried. They all joked about “filling Claire’s pot” and assumed that just because she was “a looker” that meant she must be “experienced” and “up for it”. So, the nice, shy boys were intimidated by what they thought was her worldly confidence. While the brash ones assumed she would be happy to hang off their arm, laugh at all their jokes and follow them around like a simpering puppy.

Claire did go out on plenty of dates – her mum had married at 16 and encouraged her daughter to enjoy herself while she could. But she never found anyone she really wanted to be with and none of the boys ever got past her knickers.

Tommy was still keen though.
He called at her house again, bringing flowers and another gift: the old crate from his dad’s shed.

“Dad’s clearing the shed and he was going to throw it away, but I thought you might like it. As a sort of souvenir. You know?” he explained with enthusiasm.

“I do. What a lovely idea. Thanks. Why don’t you take it up to my room.” She was just being polite. What the hell did he think she was going to do with it?

Nevertheless, stepped up onto it, “just for old times sake”. She had had some good times on that crate and she had had a very good time during Tommy’s last visit to her bedroom. She pondered for a moment, “What the hell? We’re only young once” she thought. “Would you like me a do a show, Tommy, just for you?”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Wow. Would you? You don’t mind? That would be smashing. Do you want me to bet what colour you’re wearing?”

“No. No, need to bet. It’ll be my way of thanking you for carrying that heavy crate all the way here.
What would you like me to do for you? Do you have a favourite show that you’d like to see again?”

“Erm… Well, I did like that “9 to 5″ lady. I’ve seen the film. She’s got massive er…” he stopped himself. “I mean she’s very pretty.”

“She’s got massive tits. It ok Tommy you can say it. She’s famous for them. I don’t know whether they’re real though.”

“I don’t care whether real or not. They’re great. Oh, not that yours aren’t lovely too though” he blushed.

“Why thank you.
She’s a singer you know. Dolly Parton.
Anyway I’ll need a bit of time to find the costume. Why don’t you go downstairs and watch the telly while I get changed.”

He did as she’d asked. Making sure he visited the toilet, for a precautionary wank, on the way.

He was delighted when he returned to the bedroom. Claire/Dolly was even more beautiful and sexy than he remembered.

It was the same costume. A white, cotton, off the shoulder gypsy blouse, over plump tits that were being pushed up by her sexiest bra. Then a flared gingham skirt and white leather boots.
She’d even found the cowboy hat and blonde wig, she’d worn last time.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

Of course he did.

She started the music and everything came back to her. She was funny and sexy and rubbed her tits in Tommy’s face once she’d got her blouse off and she was down to her naughty red bra.

He was delighted and excited, so he asked her the question.
“Will you be my girlfriend? Please?”

Claire was startled, but soon realised that she should have seen it coming. She had just been having fun, but she had led the poor boy on.

She gently explained that she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend but he was a charming young man and a good friend and she was sure he’d have no trouble finding a lovely girl.

He was disappointed and Claire felt a little guilty. She felt very horny, sitting there in a Dolly Parton bra with a boy that had sucked off just a few weeks ago.
“We could still have fun though,” she offered, “and I could show you how to do more of those things that girls like.”

It wasn’t what he was hoping for, but there was the chance of another blow job and he wasn’t going to turn that down!

Claire soon slipped off her boots and got rid of her skirt, then she taught Tommy to take off her bra. He fumbled like all boys do the first time, but Claire enjoyed having it done so she let him strip off her knickers too.

Once she was naked she lay on her bed displaying all her charms while she watched Tommy undress for her. He was awkward and self conscious but she told him he “very handsome” and had a “lovely cock”.

She taught him how to touch and lick her pussy.
He wasn’t keen getting his mouth down there, but (unlike many of his peers) he understood that sex was something girls wanted to enjoy just as much boys. So he followed her directions precisely.
No boy had ever done it for her before, but she knew how and where she liked to be touched and asked Tommy to do the same. He was good at it and she even got an orgasm, which came as a surprise to them both!

Claire had never come with anybody else in the room and she rewarded him with best best blowjob she could possibly give.

———–

Once his “lessons” had been completed, Tommy thanked his “not girlfriend” and lamented that it was a shame none of the girls at his school fancied him.

“What about the girls at my school, though?” Claire suggested.

“I don’t know any, apart from you.”

“Yes, but you could. Come to my next netball match and I’ll introduce you to my teammates. They’re nice. You’ll like them.”

“But I hate netball.”

“You don’t have to like it, do you? You’re there to meet girls, not enjoy the game.”
She gave him a book from her shelf. “This will tell you all the rules and tactics. Read it and then act like you’re really into it, when you watch us play. Cheer when we score a point. Clap if I block a shot. Just make sure the girls notice you and want to meet you.”

“Okay.” he said without conviction. “Will there be any other boys there?”

“No, don’t be stupid. Boys hate netball!”

———-
The plan worked and Tommy got a date with Jane, a cute friendly girl who played Wing Attack.
A month or so later, she took Claire aside and told her she was officially Tommy’s girlfriend and he was “great in the bedroom”.
Claire was both flushed with pride at her training and struck by an unexpected pang of envy that she wasn’t the one enjoying his skills.
She wished Jane well and said they were a “lovely couple.”

——-

“I wasn’t expecting you to be home so soon on a Saturday night,” said Claire discovering her brother in the kitchen.

“Yeah, I popped into the Kings Arms with Frank and Diane but she didn’t feel well, so they had to go. I didn’t fancy staying there and drinking on my own.”

“Aaw, I’m sorry things didn’t work out with Andrea.”

“Eh, don’t worry about. We’ve split up before and got back together. We could be snogging again next week.
Anyway,” he took a bottle of lager from the fridge, “what are you doing back here. I thought you’d be out with the girls. Didn’t you have that trip to the pictures tonight.”

“Yeah, most of my class went, so it was a good laugh. The film was ace and we managed to sneak a bottle of vodka onto the bus!” she laughed.

“Sounds like you had a good night then?”

“Yes thanks.”

“So how come you’re home so early?”

“Well, the girls have all got boyfriends, haven’t they? They’ll all be up at the Country Park, snogging and shagging or whatever. They won’t want me hanging around.
So I’ve had to walk home on my own and spend the evening drinking lager with my brother.”

“Oh thanks for that,” he said sarcastically.
“How come you haven’t got a boyfriend anyway?
I know Tommy was keen. He gave you a crate and everything!”

That earned him a slap.
“Don’t be so mean. Tommy’s a nice kid and at least he had the balls to ask me out, even if the crate was a crap idea!
Actually, he was at the pictures, with Jane. He’s probably fucking her right now. I know she’s up for it.”

“Ok, but it’s not just Tommy, is it? I know lots of boys have asked you out. You could have your pick.”

“Maybe, but I’ve seen what happens. You let a boy fuck you and he thinks he owns you.
He expects you to wear what he wants. Go out when he wants.
Go where he wants.
Hang out with his mates. Laugh at their jokes, even support their football teams!
And, of course, they think you should give them sex every time they get a stiffy!
It’s just not for me.
I want my freedom.
I don’t want a boy telling me what to do.”

“Sounds like you’ll be walking home alone for a while then?” Stephen gave her a hug.

“I suppose so. I do feel like I’m getting left behind though. Everyone else is at it.
Even fat Rosie’s getting some. She was shaking her fat arse at that snob Richard all night. And Sharon bloody Barker, you remember her? Dancer, big tits, I thought she was a lezza.
Well boy was I wrong?
She turned up with her boyfriend tonight. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other!
I never thought I’d be the last virgin in the class…”

“What?
But I thought…
You and Glenn…,”

Claire sucked her teeth and leant in to her big brother’s chest.
“Glenn was lovely. We went on a few dates and I think I might have let him. I mean, you know, we fooled around a bit, but he never tried to go “all the way.””

“I’m sorry, I just assumed…”

“Well he was always a gentleman, wasn’t he? And isn’t there an unwritten rule amongst you boys that you don’t shag you mates’ sisters?

“Well kind of. I wouldn’t have minded Glenn though.”

That earned him a slap too!
“Oh and there was I, thinking it was the 1980’s and girls could choose who they wanted to sleep with.”

“Fair enough,” Stephen conceded. “Why don’t we just put some music on and get pissed together?”

“Good idea.”

He turned on the radio. They were playing soulful night time music.

They snuggled quietly for a while until Ashford & Simpson’s “Solid as Rock” played.

Claire got up and danced.
She danced slow.
She danced sexy.
Her brother watched.
Then he spoke.
Calmly.

“I bet you’re wearing gold knickers and a silver bra.”

“Oh really. How much do you bet?”

That wasn’t the response expected. “Erm, just a kiss.” he ventured

“That sounds fair. ”

Claire danced on. She knew what she had to do. What she wanted to do. What she might regret for ever, if she didn’t take this chance.
She took the purple bow from her hair then looked Stephen right in the eye as she untied the black tee shirt that was knotted between her breasts. She pulled it over her head, exposing her bra.

“Oh shit, it’s black.” Stephen complained with mock disappointment.

Claire ignored him, held her gaze and reached behind her back to undo her red frou frou skirt. The rolled her hips, allowing it slide slowly down her long legs to the floor.
She held her pose long enough to give her brother a good view of of front of her panties, then turned around to exhibit the arse.
The knickers were black too, but Stephen wasn’t disappointed. The bra was cut low and the knickers cut high. They were designed to satisfy the male gaze, just like those that she used to give him to sell.He was more than satisfied with the vision before him

The next track on the radio was Phyllis Nelson singing “Move Closer”. He took it as an invitation. He positioned himself behind his sister and slid his hands around her waist, pulling her close.

Claire enjoyed the touch of his hands on her bare stomach and the pressure of his hard cock, trapped against her back.

His hands moved up her flat torso making their way to her brasserie. It had a clasp at the front and, to his sister’s delight he released it with ease and replaced it’s silky cups with his strong, manly hands.

She continued her slow, sultry dance, pushing back into her brother’s broad chest, luxuriating in the feeling of his sweaty palms roaming freely over bosom.

One of his hands then commenced a slow decent of her body. She knew where she wanted it to go and prayed that Stephen would put it there. He did. Slipping under the elastic of her knickers and taking possession of her sex.
His fingers went between her legs and grasped her pussy.
She was already wet.
His fingers rubbed up and down her secret lips, boldly slipping between them, while the heel of his hand pressed rhythmically over her sensitive clit.

Claire’s breathing slowed as her world shrunk until the only thing that mattered were the sensations she was experiencing in thst small area beneath her brother’s hand. She felt him kiss her neck and heard him in her ear – whispering.

“I don’t want to tell you where to go.
I don’t want to tell you what to wear.
I don’t want to take your freedom.
I don’t need you to laugh at my jokes or support my team.
I just want to fuck you.
I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone before.”

There were no more words. He lifted his sister from her feet and carried her to his bed. He lay her on her back and drew her knickers down her legs, over her knees, past her feet and off. He put his head between her legs and started to eat her out – returning the favour after receiving so many blow jobs.

Claire stopped him, “No. I’m ready. Just give me your cock. Don’t worry about it I’m safe.”

“Ok, but you know it’s going to hurt at first, don’t you?”

“No, it’s okay. Remember your Action Man that I told you dad had driven over in the car?
Well he’s alive and well. He’s in my nightstand and he’s been lots of secret undercover missions. He’s had my cherry, but now I’m ready for a real man.”

With no need to hold back, Stephen pushed his cock into her eager twat for the first time. She pushed back. They fucked quickly, urgently, desperately, like animals. They didn’t last long. How could they?

Claire didn’t come during that first fuck but Stephen got her off during the afterglow.

Later, he rolled her over to take her from behind. She raised her bum and opened her legs, presenting herself. Stephen massaged her mound until it was moist once more.
He took his hand away to fondled he buttock. Then he slapped it. Quite hard. Leaving his hand in place to fondle the reddened flesh.

She was surprised and pleasantly aroused. “What’s that for?”

“For kidnapping and corrupting Action Man.”

“Oooh. Then I guess I’m in a lot of trouble?”

“You bet.”

Claire was fucked slowly, deeply, tenderly with long, hard, rhythmic strokes that filled her up and sensual spanks that heightened her new and exquisite pleasures.

It was the first time she had made love.
It was with her big brother.
And you could bet your life, they wouldn’t allow it to be their last.

————
It’s been a lengthy tale and I hope you aren’t disappointed with the ending.

I had always planned to leave the story here, but I’m considering giving Claire a sequel.
Probably just a single installment, set a few years on when she’s in her late teens and bumps into one or two of the boys from the gang again.

Any thoughts?

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