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Subject: {ASSM} Shirley Holmes  -  Holmes Investigations   Chapter Two  {Oldman_winter} (MF, Rom, SciFi, Incest)
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Shirley Holmes - Holmes Investigations, Inc. by Oldman_Winter
(MF, Rom, SciFi, Inc)


This is Chapter Two of the Shirley Holmes TV show ripoffs.  
Written for adult use only.  You know the rules.  Read at your own
risk.  


Chapter Two
Sherlock Holmes

	Opening her eyes slowly, Shirley looked at Alicia who bent
over her with a concerned expression on her face.  They were in her
office.  Shirley was lying on her leather couch.  She sighed with a
shiver and smiled.

	"Wow Alicia, you wouldn't believe what I just dreamed."

 	"It was no dream Shirley.  The likeness to your great
granduncle is uncanny."

	Another face moved into her view.  She stared at his facial
features, and the resemblance was astounding.  Shirley slowly sat up
and moved her legs off the couch.  Ginny was sitting at her desk with
a smile on her attractive young face.  Alicia knelt on the floor in
front of her.  The man was bending toward her behind Alicia with a
strange smile curling his thin lips.  His dress was fully 21st
century.  Besides, he couldn't be the man in the portrait, he had been
dead for a hundred years.  

	"How do you do Miss Holmes."  He spoke in a high quick voice.
"I am so sorry I startled you.  My name is Sheldon Helmes.  I came
over from England to discuss a case I would like you to handle for me.
I have a long and detailed story to relate, so I hope we can retire to
a more private place.  Please Miss Holmes, trust me."

	Shirley smiled and nodded her head.  Turning to Alicia, she
motioned to the filing cabinet.  

	"Alicia you know the case.  Take over and gather all the
information for our client.  Put everything in one of our official
containers with videos, documents, recordings, and reports.  Document
them, time stamp the seals, and get them ready for delivery tomorrow.
I'll be at home if you need me, but I know you two can handle
everything here until I get back.  If I'm not here this evening, I'll
be in at 8:30 tomorrow."

	She stood and with a nod of her head, walked quickly to the
door.  The man was right behind her and they left the two partners to
handle the office.  As she walked out the entrance, she locked it,
then smiled at the tall man beside her.

	"I could use a drink.  How about you, Mr. Helmes?"

	"Lead the way, my dear."

	She walked across the parking lot to the lounge.  Lon was on
duty again, and seeing her enter, immediately set a brandy crŠme de
menthe float at her reserved seat.  He looked questioningly at her
companion.  Sheldon nodded at the bartender.

	"Whiskey neat if you please?"

	Looking at Shirley, Lon poured the best whiskey at the bar
into a large glass and set it in front of him.  He raised it to his
nose, inhaling the stringent aroma, then tilted the glass, letting his
tongue touch the golden liquid.  With a smile of satisfaction, he
drank the full glass and set it down with a nod.  Lon immediately
refilled it and set the bottle behind the bar in front of them.
Shirley looked at the man with a strange warmth, tilted her glass and
drank it down in one swallow, then nodded at her glass.  The bartender
placed a fresh whiskey glass in front of her, and poured from the same
bottle.  Raising her glass to Sheldon, she smiled.

	"You are my Uncle Sherlock Holmes.  Aren't you?"

His thin lips turned up in a smile.  "Yes, I am Sherlock Holmes.  And
I do have a long unbelievable tale that you must hear."

	She drained the glass and they smiled at each other.  Shirley
nodded at Lon.  "Lon, this is my Uncle from England.  Give him
anything he wants and put it on my tab."

	Lon looked at him, and then at Shirley.  "Yes mam.  Anything
he wants."

	As they drove up the driveway, Sherlock looked at every detail
and shook his head.  "According to my research, I bought this house
while visiting America.  I wonder if seeing it now is the influence
for purchasing it after returning to my time sector?"

	Shirley smiled at him, unsure of what he meant with that
strange statement, and parked the car in the large garage.  They
walked in the back door and to the large comfortable kitchen.
Standing at the kitchen entrance, Shirley looked into his narrow face.
"Are you hungry?  I have just about anything you could want?"  

	 "No, my dear.  I think we should have that talk now.  If you
could show me where to mix a drink, we could retire to a more
comfortable sitting area."

	With a laugh, Shirley led him to the large family room.  In
the corner was the wet bar, where she took out a new bottle of Crown
Royal, put ice in two tall glasses and filled them.  Handing one to
her uncle, she sat down on the long couch.  Sherlock sipped the drink,
and with a smile sat down on the lounger across from her.  Taking
another sip, he looked her in the eye.

	"How to start? You wouldn't believe how many times I have
tried to practice this speech.  Each time it still seems unbelievable,
even to me.  And I lived it." 
	
	"You are here.  How can I not believe it?"

	"Good point.  Let me begin by telling you I have been in this
country for six weeks.  I came over from England, where I stayed for
eight months in this time sector."

	Her eyebrows rose in question.  "Eight months?  Time sector?"

	His wide gentle smile gave her goose bumps as she looked at
him and realized who this man was.  She shivered and felt a strange
warmth grow in her lower stomach.  Not sure if it was the man or the
whiskey.  Smiling back at him, she kicked her shoes off, leaned back
resting her head on the soft back of the couch, and stretched her long
legs out on the coffee table.  

	"I'll keep my mouth shut until you finish, Uncle Sherlock.
Please continue." 

	"I will begin with the last case I undertook, of which I am
still investigating.  It started with a visit from an old friend who
was adept at designing and building machines.  He wanted to enlist my
services to study a machine he had completed.  The way he explained it
to me suggested the device could move back and forth in time.  Being a
man of facts, I was hard-pressed to believe him.  However, I assured
him I would maintain an open mind until he finished his explanation.
For a day and half he described in great detail his theory, and showed
me the assortment of drawings and parts he used to assemble this
machine.  Then he took me to an adjoining room where he showed me the
device itself.  It was a strange thing, but looked to be built with
precision and felt quite sturdy.  It was composed of a metal sphere
about two yards in diameter with a door on one side.  It stood on six
thick legs of struts and springs.  Inside was a double seat with an
assortment of belts to hold the occupants in place while it was
activated.  There was just enough room inside for two people to sit in
a rather cramped space.  It appeared to be a series of rotating coils
surrounding the two seats.  When he invited me in to show how it
worked, I was quite concerned about my health.  He said that it was
perfectly safe, that he had traveled several times with no ill
affects.  We strapped ourselves into the machine, and he flipped
several switches that started the coils turning.  The thing began to
buzz and roar, then he depressed a large round button and it vibrated
with such intensity that I thought it was tearing itself apart.  He
pointed to a set of three large dials in front of him.  One labeled
'days', the next labeled 'months', and the third was labeled 'year'.
The 'year' dial had 1885 at the top, then increasing numbers to the
right and decreasing numbers to the left.  The maximum number on the
right was 2500, then it was red under that.  The left side was 50 with
red under that.  The 'days' pointer was moving around the dial rather
quickly almost a blur, while the 'months was clicking from 1 through
12 a little slower.  Years, though was moving even slower winding to
1886, then 87, and 88.  It kept going until he released the button at
1955, then we slowed down and the vibrations subsided.  He smiled at
me, and began to unbuckle the belts.  I did the same, then he opened
the door and slid out, as did I.  The room was gone.  We were standing
in a large building with stacks of crates and machinery sitting all
around us.  The outside metal of our machine was hot to the touch.  He
said that was because of the flux from the rotating coils.  He led the
way to a huge door, and a room just inside the door with a table and
chairs.  There were papers scattered on the table.  He picked one up
and handed it to me, pointing at the date.  It was a strange paper,
thicker than tissue, but thinner than normal stationery with small
neat machine printing.  It was dated March 21, 1955.  Quite different
from the newspapers of my year, 1885."

	"I was surprised, but there could be no doubt of the
authenticity.  The advertisements were far too strange and yet so real
that I knew they were genuine.  Taking the paper back, we returned to
our time sector.  He told me that to ensure the trip had been genuine,
I should make a trip myself.  He spent three days training me in the
operation of the machine.  I was to take a short trip twenty years
into the future, then twenty years into the past.  That would be
satisfactory for me to certify the authenticity of the machine and put
my signature on the final report."

	Shirley eyes had grown larger and her mouth hung open as he
told the strange tale.  Then she gulped and closed her mouth.  She
rose and moved to the bar to pour another drink for them, then
returned to the couch to hear the rest of the story.

	A strange look came into Sherlock's eyes as he looked at
Shirley.  His thin lips turned upwards in a compassionate smile.
"Looking at you right now, I am glad that I decided to turn my
experimental trip into a personal journey of discovery.  When I
activated the power source on the machine, I decided at that instant,
that I wanted to see more of the future than twenty years.  I knew the
machine would go to 1955, but I wanted to see farther.  I was born in
1854, and had seen 1955 in the newspaper, so decided to go to 2005.  I
had no idea how complicated living would be now.  I had to learn so
much in such a short time.  The first thing I discovered was everyone
is cataloged, and no one would believe who I was.  I had to get a new
identity.  Of course the only place to get a reliable false name is
from the cemetery, so I visited the nearest one just outside London.
Sheldon John Helmes, born in 1964 and died in 1965 seemed close enough
for my purposes.  I made a few inquiries of some local homeless
citizens and was directed to an organization that could supply me with
identity papers.  The gold and silver coins that I had brought with me
were exchanged into a considerable sum of present-day money.  This
allowed me to buy the identity, including license to drive an
automobile, a card to purchase merchandise, and even a pass to travel
from country to country."

	"That reminds me.  While I am here we will have to get used to
my present name.  It is on all the paperwork that I have, so call me
Sheldon Helmes.  We can come up with a way to change that later, but
for now we need to use it in all correspondence, I think."

	"Any way, back to what I was saying.  While researching the
present-day history, I discovered that I was quite famous for my
detective work, and my estate had grown substantially.  The only
problem was that it was not in England."

	He rose and went to the bar.  Turning to Shirley, Sherlock
pointed to her empty glass.  Shirley smiled with a nod and he poured
fresh drinks over ice.  Walking back across the room he handed Shirley
her drink, then sat down next to her.  Tipping his drink to her, they
touched glasses and drank deeply.  He leaned back and stretched his
long legs alongside Shirley's on the coffee table.  

	"I found that my estate was in the United States of America,
and knew I had to travel here to meet my descendents.  The only
problem with leaving England is that I had to leave the machine
unguarded.  As long as I have the machine, it will make no difference
how long I stay in this time sector, I will be able to return to
within days of when I left.  A comforting fact, as long as nothing
happens to the machine or me."

	Shirley shivered as her uncle sat down so close to her.  When
he placed his feet on the table, she unconsciously moved her legs
closer to his and when her foot touched his leg, her mind grayed to
the point that she could hardly hear him.  The liquor was having an
affect on her, which had to be the reason her stomach was fluttering.
She shifted, moving closer to him.  He placed his arm on the back of
the couch around her shoulder as he continued his story.  Shirley lay
her head back on his arm, and felt so safe and protected.  She had
never felt like this in her life.  She had always been the dominant
personality, but now she was happy to let someone else be responsible
for her.  She sighed and moved her head over on his shoulder as she
listened to his high quick voice.

	"When I arrived here, I found that I had obviously bought a
house down here in Florida.  Obviously I survive this trip and return
to my time sector.  That's a pity, as I would like to stay here for
awhile.  Tell me niece, are we well off?"

	"Very well off.  What do you have in mind?"

	"Can we bring the machine here?  I would like to have it near
me, but being on another continent could make returning rather awkward
as I would have to travel back to England."

	"Where is it?  I'll have our lawyer get it sent over.  We can
see him tomorrow and have him start the procedures."

	"Good.   Now that the machine will be taken care of, let's
have another drink while we fix some dinner."

	Shirley looked up at him and nodded.  "Okay."

	He stood up and held his hand to her.  She took it and rose to
stand in front of him.  They had drank more than she was used too, and
felt weak and helpless.  But she knew that she was safe and her uncle
would watch over and protect her.  

	"You know, you don't look like your picture, uncle Sherlock.
Close enough that I could make no mistake, but you are not as tall as
the descriptions state, and you are not as thin as I thought you would
be.  Your nose isn't as pronounced as the picture, but your eyes are
more brilliant.  You are actually a dashing man."

	"Why thank you my dear."  Sherlock bent to kiss her forehead
and touched her cheek with his long fingers.  "You are quite the
darling yourself.  As for the picture, I had it painted by a student
in the local university.  He wanted me to wear the traveling cap and
have my pipe in my hand, but I refused.  He was disappointed and did a
rather poor job."

	Sherlock turned to the bar and mixed two drinks then handed
her one.  She stared at him and smiled.  She moved toward him and
stood on her tiptoes to kiss his lips, quickly and self-consciously.
Raising his hand to her cheek, he stroked it softly and bent to kiss
her lips gently.  "Thank you, my dear.  That was as beautiful as you
are."  

	With his drink in one hand, he placed the other around her
waist and led the way into the kitchen as Shirley padded along beside
him.  Her face happy and relaxed for the first time in many years.
Her mind was finally clear of a four-year burden, and she felt that
she could love again.

	After a long meal of varied courses, and discussion of his
experiences as a detective, they relaxed with brandy at the kitchen
table.  He had shed his shoes along with jacket and tie, his feet
resting on the chair next to him, as Shirley sat with her legs tucked
under her in the padded dining chair.  During a lull in their
conversation, they heard the grandfather clock strike twelve.  She
looked at him with a question in her eyes.  "I didn't realize it was
so late.  Are you tired?"

	"Yes and no.  It has been a long day, but I do hate to leave
such good company.  I will have to go to the bus station tomorrow and
retrieve my luggage.  I do hope you have night wear for me, and a
room."

	"Of course.  We have seven bedrooms here, all with adjoining
bath and minifridge.  We even have spare robes and pajamas for
overnight visitors.  I do have something that I would like to show
you, Uncle Sherlock."

	"Thank you dear.  And please, call me Sherlock.  Leave off the
uncle, it sounds too formal.  Lead on and show me your surprise."

	Shirley jumped up and took his hand.  She guided him up the
stairs to her old bedroom.  Going to a large walk-in closet, she
pulled out an old beat-up trunk.  She looked up at his staring eyes.
With a look of astonishment, he dropped down beside her.  Running his
hand along the top, he raised it and moved the lock, and hinges in a
certain way that caused the front to drop forward and reveal a series
of drawers and doors.  He looked at her with a smile.  "Did you figure
out the secret?"

	Shirley nodded.  "Oh yes.  When I was ten, I discovered the
special sequence.  I have read all your journals and notes.  And of
course all of your casebooks that were published."

	"How many journals were there?  I had only one journal when I
built this trunk.  I will have to read them sometime.  I wonder if
that will change how I do things when I get back?  This could be one
of the greatest mysteries of all-time."

	They sat in front of the trunk, going through the contents
with wonder and Sherlock making short statements and sighs of
discovery.  In the distance they heard the clock downstairs strike
three, and looked at each other.  They laughed and rose to go back
downstairs.  When they reached the family room, Sherlock poured two
more drinks and they sat on the long couch together.

	"Shirley, I am sure that I have never had such a wondrous time
in many years.  I am so happy that I found you.  I do think that I
could very easily fall in love with someone like you."

	Rising from the couch, Shirley held her hand to him.  He rose
and took it, and she led the way to her room.  She opened the door,
and they entered.  Setting her drink on the sitting room table, she
looked at him with a smile on her full lips.  She swallowed with
self-doubt and embarrassment.  This was her most secret fantasy.  To
actually be here with the person she idolized more than anyone for
nearly her whole life, and he was just as fun and interesting to be
with as she imagined.  "Would you please make love to me?"

	Sherlock looked into her bright blue eyes and smiled, then set
his drink on the table.  Moving to her, he placed his arms around her
and bent to kiss her.  He whispered into her ear.  "I would like that
very much."

	As his lips touched hers, she flushed with a sudden surge of
overwhelming surrender.  The feeling was totally foreign to her, and
her mind filled with self-consciousness.  His lips seemed to engulf
her, they were unexpectedly soft and malleable.  They opened slightly
as she returned the softness.  Then it struck her that he was the best
kisser that she had ever experienced.  She put her arms up under his
and gripped his shoulders as she gave herself totally to him.  He held
her tenderly, working his mouth over hers, softly touching and molding
his mouth to her wonderfully full lips.  Time was forgotten as they
stood and let their lips move in the most sensuous closed mouth kiss
that either had ever experienced.  

 	Shirley was getting light-headed as the kiss drew out, and she
opened her eyes to find him looking deep into her soul.  He raised his
head, looked into her eyes again, then bent and softly briefly touched
her lips. He moved back, watching her face, and began unbuttoning his
shirt.  Shirley stood motionless for a minute, then with shaking
fingers began unbuttoning her blouse.  They watched each other
undress.  Shirley dropped her blouse on the floor, then unbuttoned and
unzipped the skirt, letting it drop around her feet.  She watched as
he dropped his shirt on top of hers, undid the belt, unzipped his
trousers and let them drop to his feet.  Sherlock then stepped out of
the bunched trousers.  She unsnapped the front closing bra and let it
slide off her shoulder to join the pile of clothing.  He smiled at her
as he bent and pushed his boxers down his legs then stepped out of
them.  As he rose, Shirley's eyes widened in disbelief and a huff
escaped her lips.  He had the largest penis she had ever seen or
imagined.  In its semi rigid state he was nearly eleven inches long
and eight inches around.  Her legs grew wobbly and she pushed her blue
panties down her legs and looking from his face to his huge manhood,
she took his hand and guided him to the large bed.  

	She turned and put her arms around his neck pulling his head
down and opened her mouth to him.  His long tongue found hers and they
kissed deeply as his penis pushed against her lower stomach.  She was
getting giddy with need as their tongues entwined and he began pushing
her back until the back of her knees touched the oval bed.  She sat
back as his strong-arms guided and gently lowered her.  Shirley lay
back and he moved over her, dragging her around to the pillows then
lowered his body onto hers.  She spread her legs wide and he moved up
till his long dick touched her, and she gasped with the heat and
hugeness gently touching her pussy.  She didn't know if she could take
the size, but she wanted it so bad she was shaking all over.  Shirley
looked into his face.  He was smiling at her, then touched her nose
with his lips and slid down to her mouth.  He probed her, sliding his
tongue along her teeth and pushed his long hardness against her sex.
Lifting her knees on either side of his thighs, she felt him push
against her, then slowly enter.  Suddenly he bit her lip, and she
jerked with the sudden pain, just as he plunged halfway into her
heated vagina.  

	She felt him sliding deeper very slowly.  She relaxed and
humped back at each insertion.  It was so filling, so wonderfully
fulfilling.  She humped at him and each time he slid a little deeper.
Then suddenly she felt his groin mashing into hers, and she huffed
with the knowledge that she had him completely.  Tears ran down her
face and she wrapped her arms around his back humping and groaning
with the fullness.  Then raising her legs and clamping them around his
thighs, she ground herself into him with spasms of quickly approaching
bliss.  This was the fastest she had been brought to orgasm in all her
life.  She clutched him and felt his filling hardness ram deep then
pulse and flood her with his sperm and heat so intense that her whole
body broke out in a sweat.  She shook and pulled herself even tighter
until with a sudden frenzy of trembling and groaning the ecstasy
carried her into a gray curtain of total gratification.  Slowly her
body relaxed and she collapsed under him, weak and full, her legs
dropping to the bed, her eyes open, then slowly rolled up and she
closed them, breathing in short huffing gasps.  Nearly unconscious
with a near unbearable thrill of total satisfaction.

	Sometime later, she moved and felt him still above and inside
her, slowly moving but with building frequency.  The ecstasy begins to
build again, and she huffed with returning pleasure.   The sweat was
pouring out of him and running down on Shirley as he again groaned and
began ramming into her.  She wrapped her arms and legs around him
again and began humping back in a frenzy of hot gasping pleasure.  His
dick felt like it was growing even larger as he pumped and held her
tightly, his hot breath gasping into her hair.  Then she heard him
whispering.

	"Oh God, you are so soft, so wonderful, so beautiful.  I love
you Shirley Holmes.  I absolutely adore you.  I want you forever."

	It had been so soft that she didn't hear most of it, but then
knew that he wasn't really whispering, but more like thinking the
words and they just came out of his mouth in soft huffs of breath.
She held him tighter and gasped her cries against his neck, until she
felt him shiver, then his body tightened and he plunged deep and again
filled her with the intensely hot sperm.  He didn't breathe for a long
time, just spastic humps into her, then with a long gasping sigh, he
pulled out and collapsed next to her.  The rapture once more carried
her into its long slide of pure and beautiful pleasure.  

	They both lay in a gray silence, breath coming in long slow
huffs.  With a long sigh, he turned and moved his head above her.  He
looked at her for a long time, then bent and gently softly kissed her
lips, nose, eyes, and forehead.  He sighed and lay back, pushing his
arm under her head, and she turned and moved against him.  Their
breathing slowed and eyes closed, then they slid into a deep sleep of
satisfaction and exhaustion.

	Shirley opened her eyes with a feeling of happiness and
excitement.  Sherlock was on his side, his head resting on his palm,
watching her.  She smiled at him, reached out and pulled him to her.
Kissing him slowly and fully.  "Hi.  That was the most wonderful night
I have ever spent with anyone."

	He smiled and kissed her on the nose.  "And for me, it was
twice as wonderful.  I don't think I have ever felt more relaxed and
happy."

	He pointed to the clock on the nighttable.  "You should call
your office.  Remember, yesterday you told your associates you would
be in by 8:30."

	Shirley looked at the clock.  It was 9:30.  She smiled at him.
"I guess I should.  But I don't want to go to work.  I want to spend
some time with you."

	"And I, with you.  Can you take some time off?  Maybe a
vacation?"

	Shirley smiled, got out of bed and padded to the desk.
Sitting down, she punched the auto dial button for her office.  The
receptionist, Carol Buddington answered on the second ring.  "Holmes
Investigations.  This is Carol.  How may I route your call?"

	"Hi Carol.  This is Shirley.  Put me through to Alicia,
please."

	"Good morning Miss Holmes.  One moment please."

	Alicia's voice came on the line.  "Hey boss where are you?"

	"Alicia.  You are going to have to handle things for awhile.
Think you can do that?"

	"How long?"

	"Maybe a couple weeks or so."

	"No problem, boss.  About time you took a vacation.  Take all
the time you want, we can handle everything here.  And Shirley?"

	"Yeah?"

	"You have fun girl.  Don't worry about us here."

	"Thanks Alicia.  I think I will.  I feel very good, and
finally actually alive.  Bye."

	Shirley turned with a long sigh and wide smile.  Sherlock was
standing next to her.  She rose and put her arms around him.  "Let's
go someplace.  How would you like to go to the Florida Keys?"

	He pulled her tightly against his slender solid body.  "As
long as I am with you Shirley, I don't care where it is."




End Chapter Two. 




Thank you for reading this story.  I would appreciate any comments or
suggestions.  Further chapters will be comming if you want them.  Let
me know.  Thanks.
Oldman_winter  {(at)}  bellsouth  {(dot)}  net

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