We have to do WHAT?

PROLOGUE

Following parts 6 and 4, this is part 3 of my 6-part series.

The characters are aged 50, 30, and 27. All locations are generic rather than specific. Any allusions to criminal activity are in story context and not endorsed.

Thank you for the kind reception given to my earlier efforts. I have tried to reduce the preamble this time, but the backstory explains the 'action'.

My ten-year-old Mazda MX5 rolled along as I drove cross-country to see my mother and sister. We hadn't been together for a long time; indeed, we were a family that rarely met up with one another. My childhood years, and those of my sister Alice were spent away at boarding school and then we went to separate colleges. Even holidays were spent apart at various camps and courses. I rarely saw my parents and grandparents, and Dad passed away about five years ago. I guess it's just the way it turned out for us.

However, my mother Barbara had contacted Alice and me, and summoned us to her fiftieth birthday dinner. It was an order. I had to bring my best suit and be there for midafternoon. Mother lived in a large single-story house in rural Lincolnshire, which she and Dad had built several years ago, moving from Essex near to the Thames. It was a very smart residence, sitting on a two-acre plot, with three big bedrooms and all very modern. When I arrived there were two cars in the sweeping drive, a brand-new silver BMW soft top, which I assumed was mothers, and an old blue VW Polo, which I remembered belonged to Alice. I carried my small case and suit bag up to the door, which was opened by Blanche, who was Mother's home help. But instead of her usual housecoat, Blanche was smartly dressed in a black pantsuit, looking like a maître d'hôtel. Despite my protests she took my case and bag and told me to go to the back of the house.

Mother and Sister were sat at a table on the patio under an umbrella with teapot and cakes laid out. They both stood up to greet me. Mother was looking very good for fifty, she had obviously been to the salon as her hair was set in a fashionable bob, and she wore a patterned summer dress that showed off her trim figure. I hadn't seen Alice for over a year, and she looked well in red blouse and black slacks. At five eight she was a couple of inches shorter than me, and her glossy black hair was tied in a ponytail. Alice worked in London for one of the Swiss Banks as an interpreter. She spoke fluent French and Italian, having been to Uni in France. In London she shared a flat with Camille, her partner who she had met in Paris. I had met Camille, who seemed very nice, and I was pleased that my sister was settled and happy. We enjoyed the tea and chatted about nothing. Mother asked how my job was going, and I replied that it was okay but rather tedious. I had a degree in modern history, but really wanted to write novels although all my attempts had stalled. I worked for a publisher in Manchester as a reviewer and general dogsbody, and I knew I was treading water. Alice asked after my love life, and Mother grinned, but I confessed that there was no one in my life, I spent most of my leisure time training with the soccer team, as we played to a good standard in the local league.

Mother clapped her hands.

"Right, time to get ready for dinner. We have the caterers coming in for the celebrations, go and have a shower and get changed, drinks on the terrace in one hour, I have a lot to tell you this evening." Alice and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows, and she shook her head.

I went to one of the spare rooms, to find that Blanche had laid my suit out on the bed, with my shirt on a hanger. I stripped off and started the shower in the en-suite and heard Alice's shower on the other side of the wall. I got dressed and looked at myself in the long mirror. My black Hugo Boss suit fitted me well, and I had a nice shirt with a pale blue stripe and red tie.

Not bad for twenty-seven, shame there are no spare ladies this evening.

As instructed, I went onto the terrace where the caterer had set up a small bar under the sunshade, and a pretty girl asked what cocktail I preferred.

"An Old Fashioned, please." And she started to blend the whisky, sugar, orange, and bitters. It tasted very good. Then Mother came onto the terrace looking very glamorous in a red cocktail dress with a long slit up the side showing a surprising amount of shapely tanned leg. She looked at my drink and asked for the same.

When Alice emerged, she was wearing a 'little black dress', and the hem finished at mid-thigh. I never knew she had such good legs; they were shapely and clad in black stockings with black strappy sandals. She looked very attractive, and I thought it a shame that she was a gay lady. She asked the bartender for a Mojito, and we chatted idly in the early evening sunshine. Time flew by, and after another drink Blanche came to tell us that dinner was served.

The dining room had been laid out beautifully, and the white tablecloth had a clever floral centrepiece. Silver cutlery completed the effect. The chef came out of the kitchen and told us that it was a tasting menu, and that there would be several courses with small portions and wine to go with them. The ensuing meal was a delight, and mother looked at us.

"We are a strange family; we hardly ever meet, and you might have asked yourself - why? I am going to reveal two things to you tonight. They are the two things that drive everything along. Money and sex."

I gulped on my excellent prawn terrine and Alice almost spat out her crispy duck. We looked at each other as if to say whaaaat?

"Let's talk about the money first, we can get to the sex later. How much do you know about your family history, Tom?"

I thought for a moment. "We used to live in a nice house near Grays in Essex before you and dad moved here. Dad owned some warehouses near Tilbury and ran a small fleet of lorries and a repair garage. Uncle Colin runs a car sales pitch next door, he sold me my Mazda. I remember Grannie living nearby in an old farmhouse. I never met anyone else."

"Alice?"

"Same as Tom, but wasn't there a pig farm when Grandad was alive? I seem to remember the nasty smell when I was little."

"You are both right. My Mum and Dad ran a pig farm, Mum inherited it from her dad. Yes, it stank, and I got teased at school because I brought it in with me. When I met your dad, I was 19 and he was 22. He was a delinquent in his youth and got sent to join the Army as they thought it would make him see sense. He was a good looker and I fell for him big style. He had me pregnant within a week. Mum and Dad weren't at all happy, but they liked him, He moved to live on the farm, and we got married straight away but he didn't want to be a pig farmer. He was a trained Army mechanic, and he wanted to be an owner driver with a big Volvo lorry. My grandma was still alive and lent him some money. He kept the lorry on the farm and converted one of the big barns into a repair shop. But he turned out to be a good businessman, and within a couple of years he was running three lorries and employing mechanics in the workshop. Your Uncle Colin wasn't interested in pigs either, he was starting to buy and sell cars, so Mum and Dad let him have a bit of the farm to use as a car pitch. Then Dad got cancer and didn't live very long, so Mum stopped farming, and we had the idea of putting up some warehouses as Tilbury was getting busy with container traffic, indeed they had plans for a big container port next door. Business was booming and we were making good money, enough to send you both away to school as we wanted you to have a better start in life. "

Mother paused and took a swig of her chilled Sancerre wine. The bartender had been coming in with a different bottle all the time, and it was all very jolly.

"Then everything changed, thanks to an old man named Reuben Herschel. I say old, he was forty years older than me but looked older. He was an accountant and did Dad's tax returns. Quite why a Jewish man would audit a pig farm I never worked out. Apparently, he came over from Belgium to avoid the Holocaust, and Grandad gave him his first job. He was a very lovely man and passed away a few weeks ago aged ninety. He had a proposal for Dad. His nephew Zach was a shipping agent in Antwerp and there was an opportunity to ship a container of electronic goods from the Far East, out of the port without attracting EU tariffs. This wasn't smuggling drugs, or booze, or people. His nephew would square away the paperwork. Dad was interested and knew of a shipping agent in Essex called Cyril who was desperate for cash to pay off his gambling debts.

So, we did it. Zach ran his end, Cyril ran his, and Dad moved the container. All the paperwork was spot on, and Reuben sorted the money. The container was full of branded video recorders and an unmarked truck came the next weekend and took them away. We never asked where they ended up.

Mother took a swig of a delightful vintage claret and continued.

"This continued at intervals for some time. We made a lot of money on top of the regular business, but Reuben kept the books in order, and we paid a lot of tax. Then it all came to a sad halt nine years ago. Zach and his wife were passengers in that bad train crash in Germany and lost their lives. They had no children. Reuben shut the whole thing down straight away. Your dad and I sold off the transport business and put up another big warehouse to rent out. Then we bought the land here, built this house and sold up in Essex. And the reason you are both here tonight is for me to give you some of the money."

Alice and I looked at each other, and I had a good gulp of my fine burgundy.

"Reuben was a sharp as a tack. Seven years ago, he switched a lot of money into some sort of trust scheme with you as the beneficiaries. All the tax has been washed off, and it's absolutely kosher, as Reuben would have said."

Mother opened a drawer in the sideboard and brough out two slim envelopes and a fat package.

"Each envelope has a banker's draft in each of your names, for one million pounds. I love you both, and if your father was here, he would say the same.

Mother became a bit tearful, she had drunk quite a lot and getting all this off her chest was quite emotional.

"The fat envelope has a lot of documents inside. When the racket finished, we had some money in an account in Antwerp. The signatories to the account are now the two of you. Reuben forged your signatures expertly, I think he had done it before. I would check it through before you start using it."

Holy smoke. I don't believe this. One million each. There must be a catch.

"This is a bit much to take in, mum, are we in the clear?"

"One hundred percent. I still get an income from the rental on the warehouses. It's more than I need. This is yours. We weren't very good parents."

"What happened to the fourth chap. Cyril? Is he still around to spoil the party?"

"No, he died about five years ago. We paid him off handsomely, but he couldn't keep away from the bookies. He got badly beaten up and suffered a brain injury. He was a sad fool."

The delightful meal was ending, and the bartender put a decanter of aged Armagnac brandy on the table.

"Let's take this into the lounge so that they can clear away."

We settled into the plush chairs and quizzed Mother about her early life. She said there was more to tell but it could wait. The caterers cleared up and left, and then Blanche said good night, leaving just the three of us.

"Right, time for the next part. Go to your rooms and get changed, Blanche has laid out some nightwear for you. Then come into my room and I will tell you some more about days gone by."

Alice and I exchanged puzzled looks again, but we rose and went down the corridor to the bedrooms. Laid out on my bed were a pair of expensive silk pajamas in pale blue, and a pair of red leather slippers. There was a note to say that they were to be worn without underwear. I stripped off and put them on. The fabric was soft and gentle against my skin, but my cock and balls felt strange as they swung under the silk.

There was a knock on my door, and Alice walked in.

"Very nice, brother, was there a note with yours?"

"Yes, why."

"There was one with mine as well." She looked very, very sexy in a red silk nightgown, covered with a black silk wrap. From a first glance, she had no underwear either.

We went into the master bedroom to find Mother, also in a sheer silk nightdress, standing with the three envelopes. She opened her wardrobe to reveal a small safe, quickly tapped in a code on the keypad, put in the envelopes and closed the door with a click.

"Nice and safe for a bit, cannot be too careful. Come and sit down"

"I said this was about money and sex, we dealt with the money earlier, now I have to show you something."

She picked up a video controller and switched on the large screen mounted on the wall at the foot of her bed.

"This is from my fortieth birthday ten years ago."

And she pressed the start button and the big screen depicted four people standing side by side. I recognized my parents' bedroom at our old house in Essex, and Mother, Father, Uncle Colin, and his wife Melinda. They were all stark naked. I gasped, and looked across at Alice, who was transfixed by the image on the screen.

"Is that you, Mum, and am I seeing things?"

"No. I need to go to the beginning. The first time I had sex it was with my brother. I was eighteen, he was twenty-one. It was entirely consensual; we had been working up to it for a while. We used a rubber and did it quite a few times. We once spent a whole weekend in a caravan in Clacton just fucking. But when I met your father, we did it bareback and I got knocked up. After Alice was born, I told your father all about it, and he was quite understanding. We came to an arrangement whereby Colin and I would fuck just once a year, on my birthday, and we have done so ever since, for the last twenty-eight years. Dad would join in, and they took it in turns, sometimes I couldn't walk straight afterwards. Then a few years ago Colin met up with Melinda, whose father had the Greek restaurant, and Colin had to explain everything to her. To our surprise, Melinda wanted in on it, so it became a birthday foursome until your dad passed away. So, we have had to continue as a three way."

"But this year Colin and Melinda have sold the car pitch and moved to live in Greece permanently."

Uh Uh, I can see where this is going.

Mother pressed the Play button and scrolled forward to a scene where she and Melinda were lying with their legs in the air and the two guys were banging away. Then they swapped over and carried on with the pounding. She switched the screen off and looked at us. She gave a crooked grin and aped the old talent show catchline.

"Tonight, Tom and Alice, you will be Colin and Melinda. Opportunity Knocks."

Alice looked at mother. "You can't be serious. You don't expect Tom to have sex with you, just like that?"

"Oh yes, and with you as well."

Alice said nothing but looked at me. I shook my head.

"Mother, I need a word with my sister."

"Go ahead, I am not going anywhere, take your time, the money is in a safe place." And she switched on the big screen again.

Alice pulled me into her bedroom and put her hands on my shoulders.

"What is it, Tom, what' s the problem?"

"I can't go through with this, Alice, it's too weird. I've never been very good at sex, there is no way I can get it up and have it with my mother. And with you watching as well. All this role playing is just too much for me to take. How can you do it? Mind you women can have sex anytime, anywhere, with anybody, they don't have to get an erection. And there's no way I can get one and screw Mother with it. And how can you play act with all this, you are in a relationship with Camille."

"Simple, Tom. One million pounds. Tax Free. No questions. The answer to all my problems now and for a long time to come. I have never fucked for money, Tom, but I will tonight."

"And the Camille thing is almost dead. We don't have sex anymore; I am sure she is fucking someone else; I have been seeing signs for months. I can buy her out and split as friends, don't you need the money?"

"I can plod along as I am but, yes, that money would change my life. I could write full time and do proper research. But I would be fucking for money as well. I have never been a guy who sleeps around, hell, I am 27 and only had sex with four women in my life, and three of those were drunken episodes at college. I have a lady friend I see from time to time, but she's married with two kids, and I think I relieve her tedium. There's not much real affection."

"How old is she?"

"Forty-three or four. She's Jennifer and rather sweet but rather plain. I met her at the swimming club, she teaches the youngsters."

"Only seven years younger than Mum. And Mum looks good tonight, I bet she sucks cock like a pornstar. Come on, give her some booze and stuff her a quickie and she will be asleep in half an hour. We will be millionaires tomorrow."

"I still don't think I can get it up. There is no sexy buzz to get me going. I am sorry, Alice. I am sure Mum will understand."

"I am afraid she won't, we must be full on Colin and Melinda tonight to get the money. Yes, it's blackmail. She wants to relive all those birthdays where she was ravaged by her brother and his wife."

"What do we have to do to get you interested, brother? Do you want to watch some of Mother's home movies?"

"Not really."

"What if I got you excited first?"

"We have never played around like that. I know a lot of siblings do have sex, but we never did. Although you were always very hot when I was in my teens. You kept wearing those very short denims."

"Ah, so, you fancied your sister. Do you still find me sexy hot?"

I looked at Alice with the embroidered silk wrap, covering the very glamourous silk nightdress and I could see the shape of her stiff nipples underneath.

"You are still a looker, Alice, even if you bat for the other side."

"Fuck that for tonight, we are on a mission. What if I sucked your cock until it was as stiff as a lamp post?"

"Whaaaat? You don't do that anymore."

"I have had my moments, you don't forget, it's like riding a bicycle. Let's conduct a little experiment for a minute, okay?"

The fine wine must have got to me as I just nodded.

"Right, show me your cock."

"What?"

"Poke it out of the front of your pajamas for a moment."

The whole evening had been surreal, and I was also far from sober, so I pulled it out. I have been fortunate to be blessed with a good size. At least Jennifer says it's a big one but then some women say that to all their partners. Alice looked at it intently, and despite my mind demanding otherwise it began to grow slightly.

"That's a good size, brother. As well as sucking it stiff, if you are a good boy tonight you can play with this."

And she reached for the hem of her nightgown and lifted it up do that I could see her vagina. It was shaved bald and had beautiful puffy outer lips. Then Alice reached out with her other hand and gently grasped my shaft. My tool continued to stiffen and elevate, and I realized I was losing control of my actions. Alice was on a mission and there would be no stopping her.

"Let's go back and talk to Mother, just look upon it as play acting."

We went back into the master bedroom. Mother was still sat in the centre of the bed but this time her wrap had gone, and her nightie was up around her waist. She was staring intensely at the big screen. The sound was on, consisting of grunts and groans, and when I looked at the screen it was filled with writhing bodies. Mother was on her knees and her brother was taking her from behind. Mother's mouth was filled by Dad's cock and Melinda was crouched over his face as he thrust his tongue into her body. Mother had her hand between her legs as she watched.