Avril's Moments of Truth

Avril's Moments of Truth
The last in a series of stories and a sequel to
'Shared Moments in Time', 'Avril's Awakening', and 'Avril's Holiday Fever'
1
Many of their friends told her that Avril was unmistakably her daughter, fashioned as if from the same mould. Celine was thrilled to hear it said of her, that she had passed on her acute sense of style in how she was dressed, her make-up sharp and her ash-blonde hair brushed out and neatly fastened, most often in a braid that fell to just below her shoulders. She had lost the almost sylph-like figure of her cherished daughter, but her man never complained or suggested, gently, that she should watch her weight. The society they moved in, back home, ensured that she did so, otherwise people would be inclined to pass comments about her appearance. She didn't give any the chance to do that, for she and her ruggedly handsome husband, Matthieu, socialized fiercely, she to sustain a wide circle of friends and Matthieu to have his name known and to burnish a reputation as a successful business man.
He travelled widely across Europe, had his interests spread wide and his risks manageable. He was not vain, as he sometimes thought her behaviour could take her. He wore his greying hair a little longer than many would expect of a man like him, his greying beard neatly trimmed and lending him a distinguished appearance, his tanned face craggy and softly lined. Celine knew only too well what lay behind the looks women cast his way, but he remained true, pursued pleasure with her and as she wanted people to believe.
Avril's look upon her was met as they sat at the breakfast table, Matthieu and Lyam yet to return from an early morning swim in the sea. It had become a matter of routine for the two of them and Avril was thankful for that. They had each to maintain the pretence that their bond had not become intimately passionate, but a brother and sister on holiday together, perhaps for the last time.
'Have you had a good time, so far, with Lyam?' Celine asked, taking in her daughter's fresh-faced appearance, her tank top hanging loose over a pair of faded denim shorts. Avril had dressed modestly, more so than when she and Matthieu had arrived at the villa two days ago. 'You two are so different in your interests...'
Avril kept herself from giggling on hearing that said. 'We spent most of the time on the beach...or by the pool...went into town to a bar and had supper...but we were tired after being outside swimming and sailboarding, so we chilled out here...' She paused for only an instant, but Celine had waited for her to go on. 'I overheard you talking to Sophie yesterday...we went round there the night we arrived...and had supper.'
'Really? She hasn't said anything about it...and it's rude to listen in to someone else's conversation. I've told you that before...'
'Yes, okay, mother...'
'I'm just saying it...wonder how you'd feel if I did that?'
Avril gasped in dismay. 'You have done...when I was speaking about meeting up with some guy...more than once, actually.'
'Who you never saw again,' Celine reminded her as if that was necessary, 'any of them.'
'Whatever, but they weren't for me,' Avril retorted, no longer interested in pursuing this line of conversation. 'I guess us going round to see them wasn't so important...they're into different things from Lyam and me, I guess...'
'Well, I'll ask her about it when we see them. The Laurent's are having a small drinks and dinner party tomorrow night...late on...'
'We weren't asked,' Avril teased, even if she did know the reason why. She took it that Sophie and Claude really didn't need to run any risks of her parents discovering what had gone down between the four of them when she and her darling bro' had been there, and he smallest of details. 'In any case, Lyam and I are going out...going dancing at a beach club we've found out about...'
Celine stood up and gathered up her breakfast things. Avril admired what she had chosen to wear, a white billowy beach dress, the material like a thin veil with a plunging neckline and short hem. It looked good on her, stylish along with a turquoise bikini that was to be seen on her fulsome body. She fiddled Beylikdüzü Escort with a tangle of colourful baubles, beaded necklaces, which hung at her deep cleavage.
'Have I overdone it...for my age?' she asked on meeting her daughter's look upon her.
'No, mother...of course not. You dress to please yourself first...how it makes you feel.'
'And for your father,' she soon added, as Avril joined her in clearing away the dishes and glasses they had used. 'I have to please him as well as myself...but while I'm down here I'm going to enjoy myself...go out with him, Sophie and Claude. They're such good friends and we have fun together...'
Avril nudged her shoulder, met again an uncertain look. 'Then go for it...go for it all, mother. Dad needs to relax too...so I guess him being out so long with Lyam's working...don't you?'
Celine sighed, then nodded slowly. 'Your father works too hard. It may take more than a few days sailboarding and swimming...lazing by the pool, to relax him...'
You can take him to bed whenever you want, relax him that way...and yourself, Avril kept from saying. I'll have Lyam...
'C'mon, let's go find them...' Avril suggested, letting go of her thoughts.
She felt that her life with Lyam, here in the villa, had been interrupted even if that was unfair. An enviable lifestyle was made available to her and Lyam, but she had discovered so much more with him than what money could buy. A reckless, yet pleasurable, pursuit of each other would have to end,. She didn't know when...
She had even told him so, as her parent's car had been heard on the gravelled driveway outside only a few hours ago.
'What we have for the moment is priceless,' she had told him, and felt an answering touch to her side, to bare skin, under her floaty blouse.
They had managed to love and get dressed before their times together had been broken into.
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2
The noise from a beach party drowned out the sound of the car as its wheels turned slowly on the driveway. Lyam had slowed down deliberately, before arriving. He had switched off the engine, ensured his line was straight, knowing that power steering on the car would no longer operate. They shut the doors on a gentle shove, curiosity at what was happening next door soon getting the better of them.
'I can hardly hear myself think,' Avril breathed, speaking in his ear as she saw him peer through the hedge, the smallest of openings enough to just see the Laurent's pool, the light shimmering off its surface and the water like a jewel of turquoise blue.
'Stay there...don't look,' Lyam commanded, but Avril tore free of his restraining hold on her arm.
'Mother...Claude?' she groaned in evident dismay. What she and Lyam looked at would change their opinion of their parents forever.
Avril clutched Lyam's hand fiercely, but to feel his strength failed to stop her shaking as they watched, mesmerized, as Celine rode Claude, her face raised in pleasure and Claude's hands gripping her swaying breasts. She was seen to rock and tug on him, to lean forward and offer kisses, to whisper words of encouragement as they shared in the heat. How agile Claude was in his movements under her, to sit up and embrace her, the lustful claiming of Celine unrelenting and unmistakably passionate. He loved women; Avril needed no further proof of that. And her mother? She was lost in what they were sharing and oblivious to anyone watching them.
'Is father screwing Sophie...I wonder? She sure puts it about..' Lyam was heard to say in evident anger. 'What a turn up. I never knew...saw or heard no clues...that they were into swinging.'
'Neither did I,' Avril replied, her voice breaking. She clutched her brother's arm all the tighter as they turned away from the sight of their mother being pegged. At least the noise of the music drowned out whatever sounds the two of them on the mats were making. The sight was enough. 'Hypocrite...how she's lectured me on being well-behaved...to care for the one I'm with. Just look at her! I can't bear to think of dad...'
'Let's go...get away from here...get in the house.' Lyam growled, his grip on her hand fierce. 'I'll look after you...hope Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan it means something to you, what we've done?'
'Do that...and you know that it mattered to me,' Avril replied in a small voice but not moving as if rooted to the spot. She had ridden the man too, and now she was witnessing her mother share in acts that revealed her for the woman she was and had kept a close secret from them both. 'We live and we learn...'
She leant back against him as Lyam offered consoling kisses to her throat before she felt the press of his parted lips to her mouth, the flicker of his tongue soon responded to. She half-turned in his embrace, shared in deepening kisses, locked her arms about his neck and surrendered to his ways. What a whirlpool of conflicting emotions they had fallen into, giving way to their lust the only immediate comfort.
'Come on, Avril...we're together,' he soothed, his hands now offering slow caresses to her skin, his fingers tugging gently on her navel piercing, before moving and cradling her breasts, the thin fabric of her bra like a second skin. She kissed him as he kneaded them slowly, her hardening nipples again between his fingers, in touches and gentle tugs that he had learned she always wanted from him. 'We won't be discovered...'
'I'm not sure that I care if we are...'
'Yes you do...'
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3
She asked that he loved her out by the pool, on the mats, just as they had seen their mother being taken by Claude.
Lyam hesitated in agreeing to her demands. His sister looked gorgeous, slender bodied and full breasted, the garden bathed by the borrowed light from the beach party and those of the pool lights next door.
'You're stunning...utterly stunning,' he kissed, cupping her face in his hands, she looking searchingly into his eyes. Avril had shamelessly tugged off her clothes, the fastening in her hair thrown on the pile that lay at their feet.
'And you feel so strong...long and strong,' she kissed back, groping him. 'Take my mind off what we've just seen...do that for us both. I already know that you can...'
'With your help...'
She watched him undress, stood very close so that he could see her fingers stroking her cleft before Avril reached out and grabbed his hand, took it to her skin.
'Yes touch me as only you can...'
She still couldn't believe what had been seen, but who was she to judge when she had succumbed to Claude also, learned of the man and his ways? This, though, was different and she was intrigued by what she felt on having seen her mother on the edge of her fall into an orgasm, a climax brought on by the attentions of a man who was not her father, but a lover. Did the share the heat back at home, in the city where they all lived?
'Let me do that, Lyam...you...you wonder,' she crooned seeing that he couldn't help it anymore, his hunger to know of her again there for her to see and touch, grip and caress, to tease his trembling skin with her nails. He had pushed off his pouch briefs and his arcing penis had sprung free, its domed tip moist and glistening even in the poor light. 'Are...have you...have you been excited by what we've seen?'
'Don't go there...and no, I haven't!' One hand gripped her chin and he lifted Avril's face before his mouth crashed onto hers and he kissed her hungrily, allowed her to keep a fierce hold on him as she pursued her claims. 'You don't have to bring me on...'
'Then do it for me...no waiting...bring it to me!'
She wanted him in her, pulled Lyam down onto the mats, tugged on his hair and brought his head down to her pussy, bucked her hips as his tongue flickered then hardened, darted into her ferociously. Lyam snorted in his efforts and on feeling her hips buck against his face, as he lapped up her juices and pushed his fingers into her pussy in slow circles, worked them expertly, devotedly.
'Lyam...Lyam!'
'I know...I know!' he kissed, rose to kneel between her legs, tapped the tip of his penis against her parted lips, Avril's fingers opening the way to her. He entered slowly, allowed her to get used to him being in her body again. 'I'm here for you...can't let the feelings go...I can't.''
He Escort Beylikdüzü thrust into her, had hesitated for only a few seconds wondering about the condom left in his chino's back pocket. He began to pound, take her wildly, felt her feet thrash on the mats before she lifted her hips and wrapped his body with her fevered thighs, worked him and did not wait.
'Lyam!' she screeched, was on the point of conceding to a shattering orgasm, 'don't cum in me...don't!'
She suddenly felt empty as he withdrew and ejaculated, streams of his semen bursting in tingling rushes over her belly, under her breasts as she pushed them up and kissed her skin there, then tugged on her nipples to stifle his wanton cries of abandonment to their ways with each other once more.
'Thank you for the music...' he began to sing softly, The beach party music would have made it impossible for anyone to hear them, especially the revellers next door.
Avril laughed softly, then giggled. She soon sang out, 'anything they can do we can do better...'
They laughed through their kisses, Lyam basking once more in feeling Avril's muscles wrapped around his prick, his hands having quickly cleaned off whatever remained of his cum. He just wanted to feel her sweet heat around him once more.
She moved her hands under him, her belly pressed against his, and felt the clamminess on her skin, she felt the first wad of his cum on her breasts then tummy.
'I...I can't believe you had so much of it...bro' darling.'
It again felt unreal, what they had succumbed to. His parents, Sophie and Claude, and he with Avril, they had all fallen into an abyss, a web of depravity and that his parents had kept them from succumbing to again until the sight of Celine, his mother, being taken. Where his father, Matthieu had gone with Sophie needed little thought.
Avril shivered as he withdrew and flopped down on the mats beside her. 'What do you think we should do?'
She moved to lie against him, in Lyam's embrace, gently held his flaccid length, brushed it over his belly. He stilled her in her touches.
'I've got nothing left...not now...after that.' He was looking up at the sky and what stars could be seen through the lights all around them. 'I...I think we should go...leave...after a day or two. Break it to them gently...'
'They'll wonder why...'
'We'll just ay...or I will, that we won't be a drag on them.'
She nodded against his chest, moved to press her lips to Lyam's face. 'We'll be together a while longer...but at home.'
'Listen to me, for a moment...please?' he said gently and sighing audibly.
She felt Lyam ease out of her hold and sit up. He clenched his knees and felt her kneel beside him, felt Avril's breath on his face and he turned. 'We've...we've really had our times, like this?'
'Yeah, I've loved with you...love you...but what we've seen tonight was so sordid...shaken me. We've loved and we've learned, with them over there, but mostly the two of us since then. Hold it tight...but for me with love also comes trust. I've...I've
broken that with you...what we've seen our mother do has also brought that on us...'
'The next few days will be a nightmare...' she whispered. What he had said had struck her as a deeper truth. It was what she loved about him, Lyam had his reckless side to his nature; he also thought deeply, and the events of the night had brought one side of his nature into sharper focus. And yet, she couldn't let him go and leant in to kiss him, her nipples brushing his skin. She met his kisses once more. 'I'll live with what we've done...loved what we've done. I've changed...don't know if it's for the better...'
'It is...you've become woman...move on from that, we both do.'
She moved her head as he offered caresses to her throat, kissed her but not as before. Perhaps it had to take the sight of her mother with another man to have her confront a moment of deeper truth and that Lyam had given voice to. 'Yes. I'll hold onto that...what I did to discover who I really was.'
'We both have, but we have to also return to normal and need some space away from here to do that...away from them for a week or two.'
Lyam felt her lips tremble as she sought his kisses. 'Help me with that...please?'
'Sure, in a day or two...we live for the here and now while we still can.'
He pulled Avril to her feet and on whoops of laughter they fell into the pool. She knew that she wouldn't have arrived in this place in her life without him.
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