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Working Together

By: Magic_Deliciousness



You are sitting at your desk on the phone with a customer and you look at your computer and see that you have new email and it is from me. You open it and find that I'm asking if you have a few minutes to discuss a presentation that we need to collaborate on for a meeting that is coming up soon. 

You respond back that you are on a conference call for about another hour and you ask if I can stop by after that. Your call continues and after a couple of minutes you see me appear in your doorway. You definitely seem surprised to see me there because you just asked that I give you an hour - but I also notice that you seem pleased to see me. 

You smile and your eyes move over my body, I see and feel them move from my face, down towards my breasts, down my stomach to my legs and all the way down to my feet and back up again, slowly and with purpose. 

Your eyes take in every detail of my outfit...my tailored crisp white shirt unbuttoned just a couple of buttons to show off a string of pearls and the shirt is just sheer enough so that you can make out a hint of the lace on my bra. My dark grey fitted skirt that falls a couple of inches above my knee...conservative enough for work, but short and tight enough to get the reaction from you that I wanted. 

My bare legs and black stilettos pumps that make my legs so long and toned...my hair pulled back in a low ponytail. If anybody else in the office looked at me from head to toe with you do, my reaction to that kind of attention would be annoyance. But when I feel your eyes on me, I feel anything but annoyed. I blush slightly under your appreciative gaze and I also stand so that my back is arched a bit and my breasts are pushed forward a bit...showing off for you. 

When your eyes meet mine again, you mouth "You look nice today" and I smile back and mouth "Thank you". You motion for me to hold on a second and when you do that, you see me step inside your office and close the door behind me. And you seem even more surprised when you hear the lock click into place.

Your eyebrows go up when you realize that I'm not heading towards the chair in front of your desk...I'm walking towards you. You continue with your call, but are clearly distracted, wondering what's going on. You unconsciously slide your chair back a bit as you realize that I am going to slide in between you and your desk. 

My ass slides along the edge of your desk and comes to rest on the edge, right in front of you. One of my legs is positioned in between your legs and the other leg is positioned on the other side of your leg...your knee in between my knees, barely touching them. But it is enough so that my legs are slightly parted and my skirt rides up a little bit. Its not enough for you to see my panties, but it is enough for you to see a flash of my inner thighs.  

You have to continue with your call, but your eyes are glued on me as my fingers start playing with the buttons on the cuffs of my sleeves. And they widen as you see that I unbutton one cuff and then the other. I look you in the eye as I smile and move my fingers up to the buttons on the front of my shirt. 

As I slowly unbutton the first button, I push my knees together a bit and gently squeeze your knee in between mine. The next button comes undone and you can see the clasp in the front of my bra that is holding it closed. You want to reach forward and undo that clasp, but you let my fingers continue their work. I pull my shirt free from my skirt and finish undoing the last couple of buttons as each side of my shirt falls back slightly. You can now clearly see my stomach and my breasts, still confined by my pretty lacy bra. 

I reach up and take out my ponytail...shaking my head so that my hair falls free around my shoulders and then I slide my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. I toss my shirt at you, but it misses and lands on the back of your chair. I lean forward to get it and my breasts brush against your arm as I retrieve my shirt and toss it on the chair behind me instead. I hear you stammer an answer to a question on the phone...your eyes looking towards your computer screen instead of at me. 

I sit back on the edge of your desk and move my hands up my stomach to my breasts. I start to squeeze them gently...one breast in each hand. Pushing them together and running my fingers over my nipples. You see the movement and your eyes are back on me. You watch as my hands tease my tits and you see my eyes close in pleasure when my fingers pinch my nipples through the fabric of my bra.

One hand stays on my breast as my other hand starts to move down my stomach and down my thighs. My fingers move under the hem of my skirt and slowly stroke the inside of my thigh as my other hand continues to stroke my breasts. I move one foot up and rest the edge of my shoe on your chair...between your legs so that I can stroke the inside of my thigh a little easier. When I do this, my skirt rides up higher and you finally get a glimpse of my panties. 

After a few minutes of my fingers teasing my thighs and breasts, I suddenly stand up and turn around so that my ass is facing you. You see my hand sneaks around to my side and I unzip my skirt. Once the zipper is down, I lean forward and slide the skirt down my hips and ass so you can see that I am, indeed, wearing thong panties and my ass is so close to you. 

When the skirt is all the way down, I step out of it and I sit down on your lap. I can feel that your cock is already very hard. I wiggle my ass against you a little as I lean back so that my back is against your chest and the back of my head is resting against your shoulder. I lean back and settle into you and smile as I realize how difficult it is going to be for you to finish your conference call.

You watch my hands move...fingers on one hand tracing up my arm before moving over to run my fingertips over my nipples. You can see my nipples poking at the fabric of my bra and I hear you breathe in quickly when my fingers stop and pinch one of my hard nipples. While watching me tease my tits with my fingers, you realize that my other hand has moved down my stomach and I am tracing my fingers along the edge of my panties...stroking the soft skin right above my panties. 

Then I slide my fingers down the silky fabric...running them along my pussy lips, but still on the outside of my panties. You notice that I breathe in quickly when my fingers brush the fabric lightly against my clit and you struggle to pay attention to what's being said on the phone.

I continue to play with my nipples and my pussy through my bra and panties...enjoying the obvious effect that its having on you. I hear you stammer once when a question is directed your way. When I hear that, I smile and turn my head and kiss you on the neck, just below your ear. I feel your cock twitch a bit at the unexpected sensation of my lips on your skin. Both of my hands are on my breasts and you have a close-up view of me squeezing them whenever you glance down. 

Then you notice my fingers reaching towards the middle to the clasp in the front that is holding my tits in my bra. You watch as I undo the clasp and use my hands to push my bra aside...but in doing so, my hands cover my tits and you aren't able to see them. I lean forward a bit and then turn to smile at you with my hands covering my breasts, clearly enjoying teasing you by not letting you get a full view.

I slowly stand up and take a step away from you...and you see my hands move as I push my bra aside and slide it down my arms...letting it fall into your lap. You drink in the view of my bare back and my thong that hardly covers a thing on my ass. I feel your fingers touch my back and start to slide lightly down my spine and I turn part way around to look at you and shake my head no. 

You grin at me and mouth the word "Tease" at me. I wink at you and turn back to face you...my hands down at my sides and you get to finally see my breasts...nipples hard from the teasing I'd been giving them. I slide a finger into my mouth and get it wet before I move it down to move it in a circle around my nipple...getting it wet and making it harder from the sensation of the air in the room hitting my now wet nipple. I pinch it lightly between my thumb and finger and you hear a small moan escape from my throat when I pinch a little harder.

I wet the finger on my other hand and am now doing the same thing to my other nipple. You can't believe that I am sitting on the edge of your desk wearing nothing but my thong and stilettos, pinching and teasing my nipples while you are trying to remain in control on your conference call. I continue to stroke my breasts...a little more roughly, pinching my nipples harder and you can see how hard they are. Every time I pinch a little harder, I can feel it in my clit and you notice my hips starting to move a little bit. 

One of my hands slides down my body and into my panties and you can tell as soon as my finger gently brushes over my clit because I breathe in deeply and pinch my nipple hard with my other hand...pulling at my nipple while I rub my finger over my very sensitive clit. You sit back in your chair, watching me play with myself and feeling your cock get harder.

I slide one of my feet out of my shoe and I move my foot up between your legs again. This time, my bare foot is resting against your balls...I wiggle my toes gently and create delicious friction through your pants. You see that I am holding my panties aside with one hand and my legs are spread apart. You see my other fingers slide down my wet pussy lips. You watch one finger slide into my wet pussy and you hear me breathe a little harder as I push my finger inside of my hot cunt. 

I gently stroke my clit with my other thumb as I slide a second finger into my pussy. You can see my fingers are wet with my sweet pussy juice as I fuck my tight cunt with my two and then three fingers. You hear my breathing pick up as my fingers slide in and out and as my hips grind against my fingers. You hear my soft moans start and you know that the people on the phone will start to hear me soon. You cover the mouthpiece of the phone to try to keep the sound away because you don't want to tell me to stop.

But after a few minutes, I do stop. I slide my fingers out of my pussy and lift them towards my mouth...I taste myself on my fingers...slowly rubbing them over my lips before sucking them clean. I can tell how much you like watching me do that and I slide one finger back inside of me to get it wet again. And then I raise my finger towards you and lean in...rubbing my wet finger onto your lips before pushing my finger inside of your mouth. 

You quickly suck my finger...swirling your tongue around it while I smile down at you. You stop quickly when you realize that you need to respond to something on the phone. You look up at me when you finish speaking and I put my hand on your cheek as I lean in to kiss you. You can taste my pussy on my lips still as I give you a quick, sweet kiss.

You cover the mouthpiece of your phone again and whisper "This will only take a few more minutes, I promise." I smile at you as I kneel down between your knees. My hands are moving over your chest...feeling your nipples and giving them a gentle squeeze through your shirt. You smile and see my hands move down your body to your belt. I lean forward and kiss you right above your belt buckle while my hand finds your hard cock and gives it a gentle squeeze through your pants. 

I am happy to see how hard you are already as I grab your cock and move my hand over your shaft before I even undo your pants. You watch my fingers undo your belt buckle and quickly undo your button and zipper. Now I slide my hand inside your pants, but not yet inside your boxers. And again, my hand explores your cock...feeling your hot, hard cock through the fabric of your boxers. Then my hand slides down lower to lightly stroke your balls through your boxers...and I look up at you and grin. I can hardly wait to have your cock.

Your hand caresses my cheek and then strokes my hair as I pull your cock our of your boxers and take it in my hand. There is some precum glistening at the head of your thick cock and I run my thumb up to get some so I can rub it into your shaft. I stroke your cock slowly...gently pulling your skin up toward the head...rubbing your precum in and getting you a little bit harder...the whole time, my face is moving closer and closer to your dick. 

I guide the head of your cock towards my mouth, licking my lips before rubbing the head against them...loving the feel of your cock on my mouth. I smile up at you as I guide the head all around my mouth...lightly slapping the head against my waiting lips. I see you cover the mouthpiece of your phone again and I slide the tip of your cock into my mouth...my lips closing around the head, lightly sucking and flicking the tip of my tongue into your piss hole. You groan softly as my lips slide down your shaft...slowly sucking you into my hot mouth.

You can feel me sucking on your cock as it slides deeper into my mouth...you can feel my tongue licking the underside of your cock as it slides deeper into my mouth. And then you feel my mouth start to slide back up...all movements still very slow and deliberate, for now. I slide my mouth up and down your cock, my head raising and lowering onto your cock....my eyes looking up at you as you see your cock stretch my lips open. 

You love seeing your cock disappear into my hot mouth and I pick up the pace...sucking, licking, loving your cock in my mouth. One of my hands slides up under your shirt and is caressing your nipples...pinching them lightly at first, then harder as I fuck your cock with my mouth. I can tell that you are anxious for the phone call to end, but it doesn't sound like you're going to be getting off the phone anytime soon.

Your hand reaches out to gather my hair up so that you can see my mouth on your cock even better. I take my mouth away from your hot cock for a moment and I hold your cock up with one hand while I slide my tongue down the underside of your cock to your balls. I stroke your cock very slowly as I lick all around your balls...licking your entire ball sack before tonguing each of your balls separately...I suck one into my mouth...sucking on it as I swirl my tongue all around before releasing it and sucking the other into my mouth. 

I see your eyes close as I suck on them and I know you love feeling them in my mouth. I hear you respond again to something being said on the phone, so I release your balls and resume stroking your cock while you answer. Occasionally, you feel my tongue flicker out to lick your balls again as I stroke you. You feel my other hand reach down to continue to play with your balls while I direct my oral attention back on your cock.

This time when you feel your cock slide into my mouth, you realize that I'm taking it in deeper...you feel your cock into my throat and you feel the tip of my nose against you and you feel your balls against my chin. I hold your cock there...sucking it while it is buried all the way in my mouth. And then I start sliding my mouth up and down your cock again...fucking your cock with my hot, wet mouth and then sucking you all the way back into my throat again. 

I feel your hips start to move because you want to shove your cock into my mouth...you want to fuck my mouth...but you can't because of that damn call. I slide my mouth up and down your shaft....sucking, licking and deep throating you until you are getting close to cumming. I can tell that you are trying to control yourself because you stop moving your hips and you're not looking down at me as often...and all that does is make me work harder so that you can't ignore me. I use my hands to tease the inside of your thighs and I want to tease your ass, but I can't because you're sitting in your chair.

I take my mouth off your cock and there is a thin line of your precum that connects your cock to my lips still. I tell you to stand up - quietly, but firmly. You shake your head at me to say "no", but I tell you again to stand up. This time you stand and I push your chair back a little bit. I pull your pants and your boxers down...around your knees and all the way down to your ankles. 

Once again, I lick your balls as my fingers start to tease your ass. I take one finger and start at the top of your ass and slide it all the way down...not touching your asshole...yet. Then I stand up and I'm behind you...you turn around to see what I'm doing and then you feel my hands on your back...pushing down so that you'll bend over the desk a little bit for me. 

Once you are bent over, I kiss you down your back...kisses all the way down onto your ass before you feel my hands spread your ass cheeks open. I run my fingertip around your tight asshole and I feel you shudder a little bit when I replace my fingertip with my tongue. I lick your hole...getting it wet, teasing it with my tongue, kissing it gently...and nibbling just a little bit on your cute ass cheeks. I can hear your breathing becoming a little ragged again as you enjoy the delicious sensation of my mouth, my lips, my tongue and my fingers playing with your hot, little asshole. 

I stop playing with your ass and stand up again and sensing this, you stand up and turn around as well. We're facing each other as I kiss your neck and I take your cock in my hand again...I start to slowly stroke you again, loving how hard it is...trying to decide if I am going to make you cum while you're on the phone or if I will wait until you are off the phone. 

You reach out and pinch my nipples while I'm stroking you ...all the while you're on your call, answering questions and trying to keep up with the conversation. I decide what I want and I gently push you back and down so you are sitting on the edge of your desk. I press myself up against you and kiss you on the neck, unbuttoning your shirt so I can push it aside and kiss your collarbone, kiss your nipples...teasing them with my tongue and very gently nibbling on them while my hand is still slowly stroking your cock.

I finally break away and you watch as I step back and turn away from you. I step towards your chair that I had pushed away earlier and I lift one foot up and place it on the chair and slowly bend over...giving you a very nice view of my very wet pussy and my tight asshole. Your eyes cannot look away when you see my fingers reach to play with my pussy...you see me slide my fingers into my pussy and stroke myself gently a few times before I move my fingers out of my cunt and I begin teasing my ass with them. 

You watch as I tease the rim of my ass with my fingertips...getting it all wet before slowly sliding one finger inside of my ass. I can almost feel you react to the sight of me bent over in front of you...fingering my ass. I look back at you and I can see your eyes locked in on my sweet ass...I love the look on your face as you watch me fuck my ass with my finger. 

When I remove my finger from my ass and slide my fingers back into my pussy to get them wet again, our eyes meet. You mouth "You are so fucking hot" at me and I smile back at you as I then slide two fingers into my tight little asshole and I moan softly when I feel them stroking inside my ass.

With two fingers inside my ass, I really start to fuck myself. I'm thrusting my fingers into my ass and pushing back with my hips....you can tell how much I love the sensation when you hear my breathing pick up...see my eyes close with pleasure and hear my sighs and moans as I start to fuck my hot, wet ass faster. 

The sight of me fucking my own ass and the obvious pleasure I am getting from it is more than you can take. You've been stroking your cock while hardly listening to your call and all you can think of is how much you want to shove your fat cock into my tight ass.


Working Together



If I hadn't needed the job so badly, I wouldn't have taken it. As it was, my bank account was getting closer and closer to zero and I couldn't afford to be picky. It wasn't that I hated the actual work -- I could be positive and look at it like an eight hour work out, since I was just lifting boxes and putting away stock. It wasn't that I hated the people -- my manager was great and while I wouldn't hang out with most of them outside of work, most of my coworkers were nice enough. It was, of all things, the uniform.

I know it's silly, but the uniforms were hideous. We had to wear khaki pants, which was completely impractical for the amount of physical work we had to do in the warehouse since we were covered in dust by the end of the day. And that's not even going into how unflattering khaki is on a woman with hips like mine. But the absolute worst was the shirts. They looked like cheap, long-sleeved golf shirts and were bright red. And to make matters worse, mine was two sizes too big. I had to roll up the sleeves three times to even be able to use my hands, and it looked like a baggy, shapeless sack on my body. And I mean, it's not like I even had the shape to make it look sexy -- I'm short and like I said before, wide at the hips. In that thing, I looked like a stocky little elf.

And even all that wouldn't be that bad, except for Matt.

Matt was about the cutest thing I'd ever seen. He was probably around 5'8" or so -- only a few inches taller than me, but had a body like you wouldn't believe. He had broad shoulders and what looked like a pretty nice chest underneath his red golf shirt, which didn't look half as hideous on him as it did on me. His hair was a little bit long and curly, a light strawberry blonde, and he had a smile that was like nothing you'd ever seen. He was always flashing that smile around, making me melt, and if that wasn't bad enough, he was about the nicest person I'd ever met. Two days after I started, he knew my coffee order, and without even asking me he'd buy me a coffee if he went down the street to the coffee shop on his break. He always asked about my day and we had great conversations. The other girls on our shift always joked that the only reason he talked to me was because I was the only female presence in the warehouse (since they all worked up front with the customers) but I don't think that was true. I mean, first off, I was obviously not coming to work dressed like the rest of the girls. I didn't bother doing my makeup and I didn't get to wear the "cute" uniform (cute being a very generous term -- the shirts were still ugly as sin but they were short sleeved and buttoned up, and came in women's sizes. They didn't bother with women's sizes for the stock uniforms since there weren't a whole lot of us girls on the stock team. That was partially because it was a pretty physical job with lifting standards, and partially because it took a toll on a girl's hands and skin, and most girls just didn't want to deal with that. But I digress). 

The point of all this was that Matt was attractive and had a great personality, and I wanted to jump his bones like you wouldn't believe. The problem with that is that I barely got to make an impression on him since I wore the equivalent of a red potato sack and was covered with dirt and grime by the end of the shift. For all I knew, I was just another one of the guys to him. After all, guys don't tend to see girls who can lift more weight than them as relationship material. Or even one-night stand material. 

And the reason I'm telling you all this? To give you my side of the story, my reasoning behind not wanting to go to the Christmas party, before you see how I got forced into it. 

Okay, not forced. Talked into it. But let me make it clear that I didn't want to go -- I had no date, no significant other to take with me like all the other girls, and I was basically sick of lusting over Matt, since it would be a cold day in hell that he actually would lust over me.

It started in the break room on the day before the Christmas party. Everyone was excited because it was Friday and the company was throwing one hell of a party the next night. I believe the high point of it was going to be the open bar.

"...and I bought the cutest new shoes to wear with it!" exclaimed Janessa, one of the sales girls. I raised my eyebrows and laughed as Derek rolled his eyes. Janessa caught sight of it and smacked him on the arm. "Shut up, Derek, just because I don't want to be seen at the Christmas party in the same outfit as last year. Borrowing your dad's suit from the 70's again, I'm assuming?"

"Yeah, right, like Janet would let me wear it again," Derek snorted. "She made me buy a new suit for her sister's wedding."

I took a huge bite of my sandwich and was chewing when another sales girl, Melissa, turned to me. "What about you, Allie? What are you wearing to the Christmas party?"

I chewed hard and swallowed most of the bite before answering. "I'm not going," I replied. 

I was not prepared for the reaction. I believe it was Janessa and Melissa that let out high-pitched gasps, and even the guys at our table gave me one of those "looks." I know for sure that it was Melissa who slapped my arm, causing me to choke on the last bit of my sandwich.

"What?" I cried, coughing.

"You can't NOT go to the Christmas party!" Janessa exclaimed. 

"Yeah, jeez!" Derek said. "It's the best part of this job!" 

"We all get to let our hair down, have a little fun, see each other in something other than hideous khaki and red..." Melissa said.

I shrugged. "I dunno, it's just been a long week, you know? I figured I'd have a relaxing weekend to myself. Besides," I said, trying not to laugh as I exchanged a look with the guys. "I have nothing to wear."

"Not an excuse!" exclaimed Janessa. "You're coming out shopping with me and Mel after work."

"What? No!" I said. "Guys, please, I just don't want to go to the Christmas party, okay?"

It went on like that for awhile, them trying to convince me, me resisting. The lunch hour was finally over and I got up, but not before Melissa had one last attempt at convincing me.

"Come on," she said. "I'll buy you lunch every day next week if you don't have a good time. Promise."

I contemplated it for a moment. "Tempting," I said. "But I still don't think..."

"Think about it this afternoon, and I'm going to hunt you down before you leave if you want to come shopping with us," she said. "Please come. It'll be really fun."

"I'll think about it," I said, collecting my things to head back to the warehouse. 

I didn't think about it, at least, not until a couple hours later. That was when the rest of the order came in and Matt and I got charged with scanning everything into the inventory.

We chatted as usual, talking about movies and Matt's new apartment that he had just moved into. It was just about quitting time and I was trying to figure out why the scan gun wouldn't record the last box I had. 

"You weren't really serious about not coming to the Christmas party, right?" Matt said out of the blue.

"Hmm?" I responded, banging the damn scan gun against the pallet. 

"On lunch, when the sales bimbos were asking you," he said.

"Oh," I said, shrugging as the scan gun restarted itself. "I don't know. I wasn't really planning on going..."

"Oh," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

Matt shrugged. "Well, I was hoping you'd be there," he said. "It really is fun -- I know you didn't work here last Christmas but it's a pretty good time."

I tried not to show a reaction to the fact that he was hoping I'd be there, and just smiled. "Well, we'll see," I said. "With all the overtime this week I figured I would want a night off. Besides, everyone's going to be there with their girlfriends and whatnot and I'll end up the awkward third wheel."

Matt scanned in the last box for me and started collecting the things to put away before we left. "Not true. I don't have anyone to go with," he said, then flashed that wonderful smile at me. "I hope you'll be there. We can hang out together."

And with that, I decided I was going to the Christmas party.

I said good night to the other stock workers and clocked out, grabbed my things, and headed to the break room where I was seriously hoping Melissa and Janessa hadn't left yet. To my luck, they were just leaving as I walked up.

"Allie!" Melissa cried. "Now, do we have to keep trying to talk you into coming?"

"No, I guess you wore me down," I said. "I am going to need that shopping trip after all."

They squealed. There is literally no other way to describe the noise they made other than squeals of excitement. And with that, I was off on a shopping trip with, as Matt described them, the sales bimbos.

I can't bear to get into the details of the shopping trip. Shopping is just not one of my things. Basically, I got to be the dress up doll for Janessa and Melissa. They picked out outfits, I put them on, they either approved or didn't. I felt like a real-life Barbie, and surprisingly, I felt pretty good about myself. I mean, normally when I shop, I come out feeling like crap because nothing fits, but Janessa and Melissa were really positive. Instead of things like "No, that dress doesn't work because it makes your ass look like it has its own gravitational pull," they said things like "I'm super into the bodice and the color just totally brings out your eyes but I'm so totally in love with the skirt on that other dress, let's see if we can find something with like, both features!" And yes, I rolled my eyes when they spoke like that, but you know what? It was better than the former statement, which is how I usually think while I'm shopping. 

When they finally agreed on an outfit, I was exhausted. "Okay, ladies, that was fun," I said as we left the store. "See you tomorrow!"

"What?" said Janessa. "We're not done!"

"We're not?"

Melissa laughed. "You don't go out much, do you?"

I flushed slightly. She was right, but she didn't have to point it out like that. I mean, if you haven't guessed already, I was a bit of a tomboy. One of the guys. I always got along better with guys than with other girls, and my idea of going out was to a sports bar to watch the game. 

So, we weren't done. First we had to get shoes, and then accessories, and then they took me to buy makeup. Now, let me just say, I did know how to do my own makeup -- I wasn't totally butch here, okay? And the "look" they picked out for me was easy enough for me to do, especially since Melissa decided a simple lipstick look would be best on me. I wholeheartedly agreed, and finally, FINALLY, we were done shopping.

The whole thing had left me with very little time to think about why I was going to the Christmas party until I got home and flopped down on my couch, shopping bags on the floor and still wearing my hideous work uniform. Really, as pathetic as it sounds, it boiled down to Matt wanting me to be there. And maybe if I looked good, he'd... well, want me, like I wanted him. Oh God, how pathetic did that sound? I don't mean it like I couldn't get him without makeup and clothes and all that. But, you know, there's no harm in trying to make him get the hint! 

I stretched and got up, heating up some leftovers and cracking a beer. It would be nice to get out, I thought. I was tired and I did want to just spend the weekend at home, but the fact remained that I really did need to get out more. I was living alone in a city where I didn't know many people, having moved here to take a job just out of college and then discovering that I hated it. My family was all back home and I just didn't have the money to go home for Christmas, nor could I afford to take the time off work. This Christmas party was really the only thing I'd be doing for Christmas this year.

I tried not to focus on the Matt aspect of it. I just didn't want to get my hopes up and get them crushed when I realised he had just asked me to go because he was trying to be nice. But as I stripped my work uniform off and started the shower, I couldn't help but think of what might happen if Matt did have a thing for me.

When I was completely naked, I let my hair out of its ponytail and looked in the mirror. Would Matt like my body? I examined it. I liked my body. It wasn't perfect, but it was strong and it was mine. My hips were pretty wide and I had thick thighs and a tummy, but there was muscle underneath from working in the warehouse all the time, and they looked better with a little meat on them. My arms were toned and strong, and my breasts were an average size. They looked a little small when compared with my hips, but I was okay with that -- I just had a bit of a pear-shaped body. 

I paid a little more attention to my breasts. They were a nice handful apiece, with rosy nipples that were hardening in the steamy bathroom. I watched as goosebumps formed on my pale skin, fascinated by the taughtness of my skin as they formed. I flicked my eyes up in the mirror, looking at my blonde hair as it fell against my shoulders and at my face -- round, with apple cheeks and large eyes. From there I moved my eyes down, down my stomach and towards the folds between my legs, and as I moved my eyes there, my hand moved there. Now, I don't like to brag, but my pussy was beautiful. It was puffy and my lips nestled the little bud of my clit between their pink folds, a symmetrical nest of flesh between my legs. I kept the hair on it trimmed -- I had tried shaving it once and the bumps as the hair grew back just made it look ugly. But the fine spattering of hairs over it, I was okay with that. 

My hand slid between my legs, my fingers parting the lips to show my tight pussy hole and clit. The flesh was pink and starting to get wet, my clit starting to throb as a hard little nub. I sighed as my fingers started to explore the hole between my legs, teasing along my lips and just dipping in between them to let the hot juices slicken them before teasing my clit. I imagined Matt's fingers between my legs -- his hands, strong and calloused, probing against the delicate skin down there. I imagined his broad chest against mine, his hand between us as he fingered my pussy, and I had to brace myself against the bathroom counter with my other hand. I couldn't keep myself from pushing my fingers into my cunt and letting my thumb graze against my clit. I moaned softly, an image of Matt's smiling face in my mind, wishing I could feel his warm arms around me, wishing I could replace my fingers with his cock...

It wasn't long before I could feel myself ready to cum. The sensation ran through my body and I prepared myself for a hard orgasm. I worked my fingers fast and hard, picturing Matt fucking me, picturing his hard body over mine with his cock buried in my cunt, and I came. I came hard and long and I moaned his name and held myself up using the bathroom counter, my knees buckling as my entire body tensed and writhed as I came. I bit my lip and gasped, panting for breath as I slowly came down from my orgasm. I pulled my hand from between my legs and stepped into the hot water streaming from my showerhead, wondering if I'd ever get to experience Matt for real instead of just in my imagination. 

The next day came faster than I thought. Suddenly it was late afternoon and I had to drag myself off the couch to get out of my comfy pajamas and get into the outfit Melissa and Janessa had picked for me. I showered and dried my hair, leaving it in its natural curls, then slipped on a simple black bra and some cute boyshort panties. I did my makeup simply, just a bit of mascara and the subdued red lipstick Melissa had suggested, sprayed on a bit of vanilla body spray, and slipped into the dress I had gotten.

Melissa and Janessa had decided that my best feature was the curve of my hips and had found a tight dress to highlight it. The skirt portion was red and tight, hitting a few inches above my knees to show off my legs, clinging to my hips and ass and cinching just under my breasts. The top was a white blouson style, the draped fabric giving the illusion that my breasts were larger than they really were and giving me a sleek hourglass shape. The neckline fell softly along my collarbone, showing my milky skin. I could just see the outline of my bra and the swell of my breasts under the silky fabric, and turned in the mirror to look at my shape. I had to admit, Melissa and Janessa had done a good job.

It was nearly time to leave, so I slipped on the sleek black pumps they had picked out for me and took a few practice strides across my apartment to make sure I could still walk in them. They were pretty easy to walk in, though I thought that might change once I had a few drinks in me. 

I took one final look in the mirror in my front hall, flattening the skirt of my dress nervously. I looked different -- really different, completely unlike the person everyone saw at work every day. My curls bounced around my shoulders instead of tied up in a bun like usual, my face wasn't covered in dust, and my clothes actually fit my body rather than hanging around my body like a sack. What would everyone say? Specifically... what would Matt say?

I shook my head and tossed my hair over my shoulder. I had to stop thinking about what Matt was going to say, otherwise I was bound to be disappointed. I was going to go to the party and have fun, and let everyone say whatever they wanted and I wouldn't care. 

With what I hoped was a confident smile, I locked my door and went out to get a cab. Ten minutes later, I hopped out at the hotel where the party was happening and went inside.

It was fancy, that was for sure. The lobby alone looked like it was plated in solid gold, with high ceilings and spotless, impeccable surfaces. A man in a neatly pressed uniform greeted me and called a bellhop over to escort me to the room where the party was being held -- a huge, dimly lit ballroom with a ton of elegant tables and a dance floor, a large bar on one end of the room where I recognized quite a few of my coworkers in line, and a stage where there was a podium set up. I paused in the doorway, wondering where I was supposed to sit.

"Lost your boyfriend?" came a voice from beside me. I looked up to see Derek walking up to me. "Who are you here with, I'll go find them for you."

"I'm not here with anyone, dumbass," I replied. Derek did a double-take and leaned in to look at me.

"Allie?!" he gasped. "Holy shit, you..." He paused. "Wow."

"If you're done gaping at me..." I said, punching him on the arm. "Where's everyone sitting? I just got here."

"We've got a table next to the bar," he said after a moment. I was trying so hard not to laugh, I have to admit that right now. It looked like my new outfit was a hit after all. "Come on, we saved a spot for you, Melissa and Janessa said you decided to come after all." We started walking over to the table, Derek nearly running into someone I vaguely recognized from accounting because he couldn't take his eyes off me. 

"Janet here tonight?" I asked uncomfortably. 

That seemed to work. Derek laughed nervously and looked ahead. "Yep, my lovely little ball and chain came along!" 

We made it to the table, where my usual lunch group was sitting with their significant others -- besides Matt, who had an empty seat beside him. It was Melissa's squeal and grin as she saw me that got everyone to turn around.

"Look at you, sexy!" she exclaimed. I grinned nervously as there was a chorus of 'Holy shit!' and 'Oh my God, Allie?!' Matt, however, said nothing, and I couldn't help feel a tiny tinge of disappointment. I reminded myself that I didn't care what people thought of me, and took the empty seat next to him. I couldn't help but notice that I wasn't the only one who looked a whole lot different. Matt was dressed in an immaculate black suit with a double-breasted vest underneath. The darkness of his clothes set off his light skin, his strawberry blonde hair swept to the side, just fringing along his brow and setting off his dark eyes quite nicely. 




Working Together



"So you did decide to come," Matt said as I settled in my seat. Melissa and Janessa were still bragging about the amazing job they had done with my outfit. 

"Yeah, well," I said, shrugging. There was a big basket of bread on the table. My stomach rumbled and I immediately grabbed a piece and took a huge bite. Matt laughed and shook his head. "Wha?" I asked through a mouthful of bread. 

"I was all worried you'd become a little fashionista like Mel and Janessa, but it looks like you haven't changed a bit," he said. I made a face at him through my bread and laughed.

"So, this is an open bar or what?" I asked after I swallowed.

It was an open bar. It also turned out that the podium on the stage was just going to be there before dinner while the executives did their speeches. So needless to say, before dinner was even served, I'd had a little more than I should have. Not because I was getting them myself, mind. At some point I realised that a new drink just seemed to randomly appear in front of me every time I was close to being finished, and I wasn't totally sure how, since I was absorbed in conversation at the table each time it got refilled. 

Dinner came and went -- it was delicious, but I couldn't tell you what we had because I slowly began to realise that Matt's chair was getting closer and closer to mine, and that we were slowly falling into our own private conversation. It happened almost as easily as our conversations at work, and we laughed a lot. 

The dessert was served just after we finished dinner, and let me tell you, it looked positively orgasmic. There was an entire platter of different pastries and cakes, from cream puffs filled with chocolate mousse to a red velvet cake with what looked like chocolate chunks mixed in the thick cream cheese icing. 

"Oh, God, I can't even think about dessert," Mel said, turning her head away from the platter.

"Me neither, I am positively stuffed," added Janessa.

"No problem," I said, reaching for the platter. "I'll take it. I can't decide between that flaky pastry thing and the cake, anyways."

Derek laughed. "Allie, I swear you are a bottomless pit. You eat like a man!"

I frowned at him as I started eating the cake. "You calling me a man, Derek?"

"Well, not in that outfit," he teased. "Come on, you eat more than anyone else I know! How aren't you the size of an elephant?"

"Maybe because I spend my time actually hefting boxes around and working instead of sitting on my gargantuan ass all day," I shot back.

Most of the table laughed and I smiled at Derek, trying not to show that his comments were actually pissing me off. The smile was what was frozen on my face when I felt a hand slowly rest against my thigh as Matt leaned in. "Personally, I think it's nice when a woman has an appetite," he said. His fingers moved lightly against the hemline of my dress, and I'm sure he felt the shiver that ran through my body. "Then you're not stuck eating rabbit food with them." 

That got a whole conversation going about women on diets and forcing men to eat their diet food, which was apparently a highly controversial topic, especially between the couples at our table. Once I was no longer the center of attention, I turned to Matt, my mouth slightly open. He looked straight back at me, a half smile on his face.

"Sorry?" he said, as though he wasn't sure.

I couldn't help but smile. "I don't mind," I said. "And since you don't mind my appetite, are you going to finish that?" My fork was halfway to his plate before he answered, and he let me finish the piece of cake he had picked.

So, that was really all it took. One simple placement of his hand against my thigh, and I was hooked. I had just polished off Matt's piece of cake when they announced that the dance floor was opening, and music started blaring.

Within moments, the other women at our table had dragged their significant others to the dance floor, so just Matt and I were left. His hand was back on my thigh, his fingers just sliding underneath the hem and tracing along my smooth thigh. We stayed like that for moment, not saying anything. Not by choice, mind you. His touches were sending little shivers throughout my body that seemed to radiate from my pussy, which was throbbing. I could feel the wet spot already forming in my panties. How could I trust myself to talk?

Finally, he broke the silence. "I'd ask you to dance," he said, leaning in so I could hear him. "But I don't know if I'd be able to do it in a work-appropriate way..."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked, biting my lip.

"It means," he started, leaning even closer, so that I could feel his warm breath against my skin, "that if we didn't have to see these people again on Monday morning, I would be all over your lovely body in an instant."

I blushed. I couldn't help it. I mean, I had been dreaming about this, and now it was really happening. Matt's hand slowly started to make its way further up my thigh, his fingertips tracing light circles against my goose-pimpled skin. I bit my lip and swallowed hard.

"Maybe we should leave," I said bluntly. 

Matt raised his eyebrows and began to pull his hand away. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to offend you." His face began to turn read and he turned his head away from me

I frowned. "Offend me? What do you mean?"

"You just said that you wanted to leave," he mumbled, sounding embarrassed. I suddenly realised what he was talking about.

"Yeah, as in, we should leave... together?" I hesitantly mirrored his previous action, letting my hand slowly rest just above his knee.

"Oh... OH!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. "Wow. I must have looked pretty stupid there."

I laughed. "A little." He met my eyes again and I bit my lip. He was looking at me like he already knew what I would look like with my dress lying on the floor. "So...?" I asked.

"I think you're right," he said. He stood up suddenly and offered his hand to help me up. I snorted and stood up immediately, and then immediately grabbed the offered hand to steady myself as I stumbled. I was suddenly light-headed as the numerous drinks I'd had made their presence known. Matt laughed at me.

"Not funny," I mumbled. The room spun momentarily and I cursed whoever had been refilling my drinks, hoping to God that Matt wouldn't see that I was drunk and try to do something noble and chivalrous, like try to make sure I got home okay. 

"Maybe I should just take you home," he said slowly. "I don't want you to regret anything."

"Oh for fuck's sake!" I exclaimed. Matt jumped as I swore. "Matt, I'm not going to regret anything. You know how long I've wanted this? You wanna know the only reason I actually came to this stupid party? Because you said you wanted me to!"

"Oh," he said. He paused, then that grin that I loved so much spread slowly across his face. "In that case, I did take advantage of the company deal to book a room here..."

That was all I needed to hear. "Let's go."

He lead me out of the ballroom. None of our coworkers noticed -- we picked the perfect time. Everyone was dancing or drinking, and no one even saw Matt leading me be the hand out of the room.

We stood in silence, waiting for the elevator. Matt still held my hand, and the tender action distracted from the fact that all I wanted was to simply get up to his room and let him fuck my brains out. I would have to remedy that.

The elevator arrived and I realised I was wrong about the hand-holding being tender as the door closed and Matt suddenly pressed me against the wall. He didn't kiss me -- instead, his mouth went to my neck and softly nipped the skin there. I gasped as tingles ran through my entire body. I swear that Matt felt my nipples harden, because he pressed himself even closer to me and groaned. His cock was hard and he pressed his bulge against me as he kissed my neck. I could feel blood rushing through my body, my heart racing as Matt ran his hands along my body, tracing the curve of my hips and just barely grazing against the side of my breast. I stifled a moan as he cupped my ass and pulled me to him, letting me grind my hips against him. I was a second away from simply ripping my dress off and screaming for him to fuck me when the elevator stopped. Matt moved away from me and took a breath, grinning apologetically at me as the door opened.

"I couldn't resist," he said.

I didn't really care. "Let's get to your room," I gasped. 

He took my hand again and we walked quickly down the hallway. Well, he walked quickly. I stumbled in my rush to get into his pants. It was just my luck that his room was at the very end of the hall. Matt dug in his pockets and retrieved the key, fumbling with it for a moment before unlocking the door. He put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me into the room first. I entered the room, turned to face Matt, and within seconds of the door shutting behind him, had my mouth on his.

His lips were soft, in contrast to the rough, calloused hands that were running up and down my arms. His lips parted and I felt his tongue brush against my lower lip before he bit it gently. I moaned against his lips. He wasn't moving fast enough for me. My pussy was throbbing and I needed him.

I reached between us and began pushing his jacket off his shoulders. Matt shrugged it off and quickly removed the vest as well before he reached behind me and began to unzip my dress -- slowly, almost agonizingly so, I felt the cool air hitting my back, and I shivered. Every nerve, every cell in my body was pulsing with need, and my skin felt like it was burning from the heat. My fingers trembled as I loosened Matt's tie and unbuttoned his shirt, and I was only half done when Matt's strong hands guided my dress off my shoulders. I lowered my hands for a moment, pulling my arms out of the sleeves, and resumed working on his shirt as my dress fell down my legs and pooled on the floor around my feet. I paused when I heard Matt groan softly.

He was looking at me, staring at my breasts, his eyes travelling over my body. I was suddenly self-conscious, unsure of what to do with my hands, unsure of what to say. I looked at him, and after a few moments, he met my gaze.

"You are so fucking hot," he said, and with a swift movement he had his tie and shirt off. He pulled me close to him and we kissed, moving towards the bed in the center of the room. I kicked off my shoes as we reached the bed, moments before I found myself on my back with Matt over me, kissing me, kissing my jaw and my neck and down to my cleavage. I wriggled my arms behind me and unhooked my bra. In seconds it was off and Matt's mouth was on the top of my left breast as he gently fondled the other one, tweaking my hardened nipple and making me gasp. He kissed and licked between my breasts, lightly nipping underneath in a way that made me want to cum right then, before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking it lightly. I gasped and writhed under him, and I'm sure I felt him grin as he switched between my nipples, paying them each equal attention with his mouth.

"Jesus, Matt, please..." I gasped. "I don't want you to tease me right now."

"I think you do," he laughed, but he let one hand trail down to my pussy. I moaned loudly as he slipped his hand into my panties and relieved some of the throbbing in my pussy by running his fingers along my dripping slit. He carefully avoided my clit, barely grazing it as he traced around my wet hole. 

I couldn't take it. I knew what Matt was trying to do, but we could do the teasing thing another time. Right then, I needed his cock.

"Matt, I need your cock," I said. He looked up, surprised. "Please, please fuck me."

He didn't say anything, just slipped my panties down. In the moment he took to look at my naked body, I had my hands on the waist of his pants, had unbuttoned them, and was working feverishly to push them down his legs. He laughed and stood up, slipping off the rest of his clothes, and I forgot for a moment what I was waiting for.

He had an amazing body. His chest was broad, toned, and defined. It wasn't the body of a body-builder, but simply the body of a strong, real man. His stomach was flat, the hint of his abs clear, defined simply from working in a physical environment. From there, my eyes travelled to his cock, hard and thick, precum dripping from his tip. I licked my lips, and before I really knew what I was doing, I had sat up and crawled towards him. He watched me and didn't move until I was on my knees at the edge of my bed, had wrapped my fingers lightly around his cock and swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting his precum. He groaned and I felt his knees buckle a bit, his hands ending up on my shoulders to steady himself. 

I licked his cock thoroughly before taking it in my mouth and sucking gently. Matt groaned and I felt one of his hands tangle itself in my hair, just gently resting there as I began to move my mouth along his cock. I took as much of him as I could, feeling the hot throb of his erection filling my mouth. Matt's hand tightened in my hair and I could hear him gasping as I pumped his cock in my mouth, tasting his precum as it dripped onto my tongue. 

I had never really enjoyed sucking cock before -- it wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it was incredibly one-sided, and I didn't get a whole lot from the experience in terms of getting turned on. That was different with Matt. There was something about his cock that was practically delicious, and his reactions... well, they just sent shocks of desire through me. My hair was tangled between the fingers of his left hand, but he didn't pull -- just let his hand rest against my head. His right hand traced a pattern from the top of my head, down my cheek and jawline to my neck, where his fingertips played against my skin on their way to my shoulder. Low sounds came from his throat as he gently moved his hips, aiding the rhythm as I sucked him. 

In fact, I was getting so into it that I was almost disappointed when Matt pulled away. I suddenly realised he was panting and his lips were swollen red where he had been biting them.

"You are going to make me cum way too soon," he said.

"That would be bad," I replied. "You promised me sex."

He laughed. "I promised you nothing -- but I want to make you happy, so..." His voice trailed off as he crawled onto the bed over top of me, forcing me to lie on my back as he moved over top of my body. His lips were on mine in a second, kissing me hard. I let my teeth graze against his bottom lip and he groaned against my mouth. His hand moved down my body and into my panties again -- I sighed in relief as he finally let his fingers touch my throbbing clit. Within seconds his fingers must have been soaked. After a moment he let his fingers move further down, collecting moisture along my slit before letting one finger slide into my pussy. I moaned against his mouth, my hips thrusting up to meet his hand as he fingered me, the palm of his hand hitting my clit with each motion. I wanted to cum, feeling the small stirrings of an orgasm starting deep in my body, when Matt stopped.

I nearly screamed in frustration, a small whimper escaping my lips. Matt chuckled.

"I've got something even better for you," he whispered as his hands found my hips and slipped my panties down my legs. The second they were past my ankles, Matt threw them across the room and was nudging my legs apart. I happily obliged, reaching down to guide his hard cock towards my pussy. I let go when I felt his tip nudging into my hole and we moaned in unison as he pushed into my dripping hole in one slow, fluid motion. Suddenly he was buried in my pussy, not moving for a moment as we both enjoyed the feeling of his cock being in my pussy for the first time. Slowly, with more control than I could ever expect, Matt started to move. I wanted more.

Squirming underneath him, trying to find friction on my clit, I looked up at Matt. "Would you just fuck me, Matt?" I gasped. He slowed his movements even more, grinning.

"Ask nicely," he demanded. I whimpered in frustration.

"Please. Please, please, please, please fuck me, right now!"

I don't know if it was my begging or if Matt just couldn't tease me any more, but he fucked me. He fucked me hard and fast. His body pressed against mine, my hard nipples pushing into his toned chest. I wrapped my arms around him, gripping his back as he reached between us to finger my clit at the same hard, fast pace he was fucking me with. I panted, gasping, moaning as he pushed into me, my pussy full of his throbbing cock. 

Matt's mouth was against my neck, sucking and nipping and, I'm sure, leaving a mark behind. His breath was hot against my skin, his lips wet as I felt him moan against my neck. I raised my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and we both moaned again as his cock penetrated even deeper into my pussy. He continued to ravish my clit, and deep inside my body, I could feel my orgasm building. I panted this information at Matt, who murmured something into my neck that I couldn't hear. It was no matter -- in seconds, my body felt like it was on fire as I came, my legs tightening around Matt's waist as my hips bucked uncontrollably. My back arched and I swear, if it had lasted a moment longer, I would have blacked out. It was only when I started to come down, slowly regaining feeling in my toes while a sense of exhausted pleasure waved over me, that I realised Matt was on the tail end of his own orgasm, his hot cum deep inside my spent pussy. I had a fleeting moment where I worried about that fact before it slipped from my mind -- mostly because Matt's mouth was against mine, kissing me hard.

We stayed that way for a long moment, just kissing as his cock slowly softened inside of me, his warm body held over mine. When he finally pulled away, I opened my eyes, not realising I had shut them, and watched as he rolled beside me on the bed. I wasn't sure what to do -- did he want me to leave? But it was only a momentary concern -- Matt looked at me as he pulled a blanket over him and spread his arms. "You're gonna stay all the way over there?" he asked. I moved to him, and he spread the blanket over the two of us before wrapping his arms around me. 

"That was great," I sighed.

"Yeah," Matt said sleepily. "I've wanted that for awhile."

"Really?" I never would have guessed that. "Me too."

I could feel his lips press gently against the top of my head, and a few minutes later, he was snoring lightly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his body next to mine, knowing we would have a lot to figure out the next day, but not caring -- for the moment, I could just enjoy where I was, and who I was with.



Working Together



I got the call from my sister at six this morning, Mum had passed away, now both our parents were dead. Dad had died just last month, now Mum heartbroken had simply switched her life off to join him. 

She had refused all medication and barely ate, she had lost the will to live and just stole away in the night. Jess, my sister had been there, but I had walked away too hurt to stay. With both parents gone my anchors in life had started to drift. 

Jess and I hadn't been close since our teens, we had fallen out big time and never really recovered what had been, until then, a stable and happy childhood. The fracture was not instant it had been brewing for a while, but it was violent, shouting accusations at each other, exchanging verbal and physical blows and then long brooding, simmering silences. Now we had no one else but ourselves. 

Neither Jess or I had found a partner, we each seemed to prefer our own company. Yes we had friends, well I assume, like me, Jess had a small group of trusted people that she called friends. 

We had no other family that we knew of, both Mum and Dad were only children, a strange thing for their generation where with the war and depression, two, three or four brothers and sisters were the norm. In our turn we were expected to wed and raise the two point four children expected of Mr and Mrs Average.

I lay in bed, wondering what to do. Since Dads death, I had to return to our parents home, but, except for the funeral, had not visited at the same time as Jess was there, tacitly arranging things so we were never there together. Mum said nothing but she had lost everything and what was left was too fractured to heal. 

The funeral was a bleak windswept affair at the local crematorium and only we three and a few friends attended. The Priest was perfunctory, none of us were regular attendees, so the service was quick and almost bland. We huddled outside to look at the flower tributes, then slunk away to have tea and sandwiches at the village hall, before the others feeling they had put in the required time also slipped away.

Mum had to he helped in and out, crying silently into her hankie. Jess one side me the other. We stood in the car park, looking at the small group of friends and well wishers. Then we simply mumbled a few thank you's and Jess took Mum home, as I returned to work. This was no real wake or celebration of Dads life, the reality was it simply ended at the crematorium.

I showered and dressed quickly, skipped breakfast for the drive to the hospital. As usual it was a mayhem of relatives and staff, all heading in different directions and criss crossing each other. Eventually. I found the ward and was ushered into a side room. Mum lay peacefully still, hands crossed on her small frame. Jess sat by her side, but stood to allow me to sit next to the bed. I put my hand on mums, feeling her cooling heat. 

I mumbled a few thoughts, remembering the good times and then rose in tears to leave. As I did, Jess moved to me and without thinking I took her in my arms. We hugged tightly as the tears flowed. I felt like someone had ripped my heart out with a chisel, There was a gaping wound in my chest and it hurt. I howled and howled, as Jess held me and silently wept. I ran my hand over her hair pulling her head into my shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, so sorry, I love you and I miss you so much..." I managed to gasp. 

Jess shooshed me and ran her hand over my head as she reached on tiptoe to hold me. I realised her effort and hunched slightly to allow her to put her feet firmly on the ground. She held me tight for what seemed like hours, but wasn't. Finally I relaxed my hold and she stepped back, her hands running around the sides of my face. I reached for her hand.

"We have to arrange another funeral, and we'll need to sort the house out, can you get time off for a while?"

"Of course Dave, I'll speak to the office and take some leave, we'll have a lot to deal with. I need to sort out a place temporarily, I can't stay at home on my own, not now, not with Mum gone."

"Stay with me I have a spare bedroom, please, I really want to make things up to you, I was a bastard and I know it. I knew it then but couldn't deal with it, I'm so sorry to have hurt you so much. Please stay with me!"

"OK, OK, of course I will, we need to talk about what's happened and also what happened back then. I think we owe it to ourselves to sort things out. For their sake, as much as ours, it would be what they would have wanted."

I nodded and leaned in to kiss her cheek, she let me and pecked mine. We hugged again then looked back at Mum. 

"Bye Mum, we love you, so much, find Dad and be happy. We're going to be alright, we promise"

Jess sobbed and I put my arm around her shoulder, we held each other again. Then with a sigh we separated and holding hands walked out of the room. We made arrangements with the ward sister and she gave us another copy of the little booklet which detailed what would happen next and included the numbers of organisations we needed to contact. Much of it was still fresh in my mind from Dad's death a month ago.

I followed Jess in her car to Mum and Dad's, where I checked through the post and discarded the junk mail. Jess came downstairs with a suitcase and I carried it out to the car.

"Jess, there's not a lot of parking spaces at my place. Would you be prepared to leave your car on the drive here and come with me?"

"OK, sounds like a plan. If I need the car you can drop me off here."

I nodded, "Deal," 

We laughed and I put her case in the boot, seeing how she skipped to the passenger side and jumped in. I got in and keyed the engine to life then pulled on my seat belt and looked in both directions, before pulling out onto the road. I smiled as I caught Jess in the edge of my vision.

"What?"

"What?"

"You smiled as you looked at me."

"Why not, you're looking good."

"Same old Dave, you'll never change."

"Well you haven't changed, you look fantastic, do you exercise or what?"

"Ha! like I have time for that, no I just work hard six days a week."

"Wow! what are you doing now that takes up six days of your week."

"I'm a detective in the Met Police, major incidents and stuff."

"Bloody hell! Jess, I'd never had you pegged as a policewoman, aren't you too pretty?"

"Don't you start, I have enough with the crew at work. I've worked hard to get where I am, I didn't shag my bosses to get a leg up and I don't date anyone I work with."

"Whooo! OK, I get the message. Do you like what you do?"

"Yeah, I get a real buzz out of nicking scumbag shits, and knowing they're going to be off the streets hopefully for a long while."

"So are you a DC or what?"

"DCI, I take it they never told you?"

"Detective Chief Inspector, holy shit! you're a ranker, I'd better call you Ma'am."

"Ha! so what do you do?"

"I'm in aah! well I'm sort of working for the Government."

"Is my big brother a spook?"

"No, no, not really, well sort of, look it's nothing really, I do a lot of analysis stuff, boring really, just basic Intel and stuff. That's all, nowhere as glamorous as my little sisters job."

"So where are you based?"

"Well, it's just a big Government department, out in the west side of the City."

"You're in MI5 aren't you?"

"Well yes but I'm no spy-catcher, I'm more of an analyst, looking at stuff and making judgement calls, filing reports and requesting more information, that sort of thing."

"They never said, wow, Dave, I never knew, strange our paths never crossed, I've dealt with a couple of cases with security angles."

"You actually might have, I have cover names, just in case, when we deal with the public at large."

"Anyone I might know."

"Simon Flint, Donald Maybury, Angus..."

"Simon Flint sent us a stop and desist on a case we had last month, that was you?"

"Uh Huh, yes, that death in Hoxton, foreign national, no papers?"

"Yup, the very same."

"Sorry, I don't see the investigating officers name, just got sent a red flag notice to say "call them off"."

"Oh wow, well thanks for the notice, it was going nowhere anyway, at least this way we can put a closure notice and it helps the stats."

"Happy to be of service to the Met., how strange we both work in a similar area and yet..." I let it slide.

"I did check once, you're down as a filing clerk at the Department of Work and Pensions."

"Yes I know it was passed to my desk, I wrote the response."

"Bastard," she said smiling, she punched my arm lightly. "did you ever look me up?"

"Yeah, you were a lowly PC Plod pounding the streets of London Town."

"That was a while ago now, you never thought to check again."

"No"

"Oh!"

"Jess, I didn't think you'd want me interfering and those checks can leave a trace, I didn't want to upset you."

"Alright, I think I understand, it's just, well we have a lot of history and stuff, we need to revisit, I've waited years to get back to you, I really want to sort us out, I think it's what they would have wanted, I know it's what I want."

"Me too, I've been an arsehole and I know it, wasted years not doing the right thing, and regretting every day of it."

"Two way street Dave, I'm not proud of my behavior either."

"You married, divorced, boyfriend, girlfriend, partner, significant other?"

"None of the above, you?"

"Same, no one in or able to enter my life."

"What about me? can I get behind the armour, can you put your shield down for me."

"Here we are, grab your stuff we're on the second floor."

"Don't change the subject."

"Come in, get settled; have a brew and we'll talk."

"Promise?"

"Scouts Honour." I raise my hand in salute.

Thirty minutes later, Jess emerged from her room, showered and changed. She sat on the big sofa and swung her legs up under her and ran a brush through her drying hair. I brought coffee in and a plate of biscuits. She smiled and touched my hand as I put the tray down.

"Wow, totally domesticated, you have changed."

"Yeah, well loneliness means I have time on my hands and housework helps it pass. I made those biscuits by the way, I'm a domestic Kitchen God too now,"

She smiled and reached for a biscuit,biting into it carefully,

"Wow! they're good big brother, very, very good." She ate daintily and flicked her fingers over the plate, letting small crumbs fall from her fingers. I watched fascinated by her long slim hands, with a few freckles on their backs. 

She looked up and smiled,

"What?"

"Nothing, just looking at you, you haven't really changed, you look about twenty, but I know you're not, you are beautiful you know."

"Compliments too! What ever are you after Dave Philpott?"

"You!" I smiled and stared at my gorgeous sister, what on earth was I doing? I blushed scarlet and gripped my cup tightly.

"Oh really! well you can't have me, can you and I suspect that's what caused the bust up. Am I right?" Her eyes flashed at me and her mouth lost the grin.

"Bang to rights, it's a fair cop officer, I'll come quietly, serve my time and pay society back. Go easy guv!"

"You idiot! I've missed you so much you twit, we were so stupid, stupid silly kids, well perhaps with time we can be more mature, we certainly owe Mum and Dad that."

"Yes, you're right, we do owe them that." I sat back and let my gaze run over my sisters body.

"Will you please stop looking at me like that? talk to me Dave, what went wrong between us. We just erupted and you were gone, I hated it, but I wasn't going to back down from whatever it was. We really hurt each other and Mum and Dad. What was going on in your head. I loved you so much, admired you, wanted to hang around with you, then Bang! What happened Dave?"

"I..I.. Look this is really difficult to talk about, I don't want you getting all weird on me but.. well I went from wanting you around to wanting to get away from you. Please don't panic, this is really, really difficult for me; it's something I'm not sure I've ever come to terms with; but I wanted you as more than a sister. I fell in love with this beautiful, intelligent, clever and active young girl, who used to be my admiring gangly, skinny little sister...

I wanted to hold you and stroke your hair, kiss your lips and feel your body against mine. I wanted you physically and I panicked. The result was the very thing I didn't want to happen happened, I lost you and I lost all reason to go on. On the surface I carried on working and learning, but inside I was dead. I never looked at another woman. 

I had a few come on, but I let them know I wasn't in the market. I even had a couple of guys I worked with put out feelers, but I convinced them I didn't walk their side of the street. So there you are, I love you more than anything else in this world and I screwed up your chances of happiness in a selfish stupid act of anger."

"Oh Dave, I never knew, I'm so sorry, Oh God, I feel awful, all those years of being alone and hating you for ruining my life. You ruined your own too, what a stupid, stupid waste of our lives." Tears began to flow and she sobbed quietly as her body shook.

I couldn't stand it any longer, I moved to her side and enveloped her in a hug, kissing her hair and holding her tight. She shifted round and suddenly she was kissing my face and holding my head in her hands. Her lips touched mine and instinctively our mouths opened to each other. Our tongues danced around each others and our grip on each other tightened. I could feel her breasts pressing against me and my cock was trying to stiffen inside my pants, constricted by them and my trousers. 

Her hand insinuated itself down my front then began to rub my cock through my clothes. I reached for her breast and held it in my hand, firm and round. I managed to get the other one in my other hand and gently felt the luscious firmness of them. She pulled back from the kiss but pushed her breasts into my hands.

"Dave, I haven't had the full guided tour, what's your bedroom like?" 

She pulled back into a kiss, as I tried to stand still holding her. Reluctantly I released her breasts and swinging up and around, lifting her into my arms. I carried Jess, still kissing into my bedroom and lowered her to the bed. She broke away and panting, asked me to undress her. I needed no second bidding and quickly rid her of her gown and nightie, as I finished she began undressing me. 

Naked we spread our self over the bed. I kissed, licked, sucked and caressed her body, as she did mine. We kissed again as she pushed me down and straddled my hips, my cock trapped in her soft warm wet groove, the head pointing up to my body. She began to wriggle on my cock, her body undulating over me, her panting loud in my ear.

"Jess. Jess, I'm going to... uuuuggghhhhhhhh"

I felt my balls boiling then spurts of cum jetted up my stomach, Jess rocked on lost in her own world.

"Dave, I love you, arrrrgghhhhhhhh..." she screamed, her rhythm increasing until she stopped, pushing hard against my deflating prick. She fell forward and I held her to me as she struggled to move her legs out behind her. My cum squashed against our bellies, my cock now withered back to normal size.

We lay together for ages until I felt her shiver, I pulled the bed cover over us and we held each other tightly. I must have dozed off, as I didn't feel her shift off me, waking I found her tight against me a leg over mine and and an arm round my neck. I kissed her cheek and ear, she giggled and muttered into my chest.

"Can't hear a word Sis, what did you say?"

"I said I love you, you big dummy, I've waited years to be in your arms, I can't believe it's finally happened. I love you so much Dave, so very much."

"Wow, really, so you thought the same way about me as I did for you?"

"Of course stupid, God I love your smell, what do you use?"

"Promise not to laugh?"

"Why?"

"Well a guy at work, his wife is an Avon lady..."

Jess snickered, then giggled and finally laughed out loud.

"Oh.. My...God, my brother has an Avon lady."

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing... aggghhhh."

I began tickling her and she tried to move away, I lept on top of her pinning her to the bed. All those years rolled away and we were teens again. I knew just where to touch her to cause the maximum screech and squirm, leaving her powerless to try to resist.

I crowed in victory as she squirmed under me. Suddenly I cried out as she slipped her hand onto my sticky cock and began to rub it between her fingers, I tried to move but she just gripped it harder. It grew and gave her more purchase, I fell to her side. She laughed and pulled me to her, we kissed again. Hands exploring everywhere. 

Before long I was pushing my cock into her opening, her face flushed as she begged me to enter her fully. I said her name over and over and declared undying love. Suddenly there was a barrier. I stopped and looked down at her, a question on my lips.

"Yes I am. I saved myself for you, you're the only one I ever wanted, still want; take me Dave, make me a woman."

She thrust up to me and I pushed down. I felt myself passing the barrier as Jess grunted and tensed. I held still and waited, finally after a while adjusting to my cock being in her, she nodded and began to run her hands over my back. I slowly started to move inside her delicious love tunnel, feeling her lubricating my passage as we set up a slow dance together. 

Again I soon felt the rush of my orgasm. I warned her of my imminent climax and this made herself move faster as she mewed and grunted until I could hold back no more. I came in shuddering bursts inside her, and she screamed my name. I tried to continue until I felt the walls of her vagina spasming around my wilting cock. We lay together until we both drifted of again.

...xxx...

"Hey sleepy head, this is all very well, but a girl could get hungry round here, what's for lunch?"

"You're hungry?"

"Ravenous and if you don't feed me soon I'll start eating you!"

"Is that a euphemism for oral sex?"

"No it's a promise from a hungry girl." she giggled and played with my cock. "Anyway I've never done that, but we can try later, but food please, does all this sex makes you hungry too? I hope I don't put on weight because of you."

"Shit Jess, we haven't taken precautions, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Relax Dave, I've been on the pill since I was fourteen, just in case you got lucky."

"Really, you took precautions even then?"

"Of course, there was no way I wasn't going to let a chance to fuck you go by." she giggled and her hand came to her mouth.

"Jess, I have never heard you swear like that."

"I know, I have no idea why it came out like that, oh brother, you really have got to me." She slipped an arm round me and we kissed again.

"Lunch please. I'll go shower, you get lunch, please."

I nodded and she slipped out the bed, as she did, I saw a small pool of cum with blood spots on the bed.

"Jess are you bleeding?" I shouted after her.

"Probably but it's not hurting now, the feeling is definitely pleasure not pain. Thanks Big Brother for popping my cherry, it was well worth the wait." 

Then the toilet flushed and the shower door clanged, followed by water spraying as she showered.

I pulled on my trousers, nor bothering with my pants or a shirt. Padding into the kitchen I began to assemble a lunch fit for a princess. As I lay the counter with napkins, coasters and cutlery, she wandered in, a small towel that did nothing to hide her body almost wrapped round her. Smiling she let it drop to the floor, as I marveled at her flawless skin and curvy shape. I stared at her like a lost puppy. She was perfect, pert breasts, flat stomach, shaven pussy and a light last summer tan. I grinned,

"Shit! you are so sexy, I'd confess to anything if you asked me. I can't believe just how beautiful you are, Jess you're perfect. I really can't take my eyes off you." 




Working Together



I smiled as I enjoyed the view. Jess turning a slow circle on the balls of her feet. Breathtaking, her perfect breasts rose and fell as she breathed. Her flat stomach broadening to her hips, her pubis bare of hair. Her tight backside and slim back , almost covered by her long brown hair.

"I'm glad you like what you see, I hoped you'd like it, like me I mean."

"Jess your body is just one part of the reason I love you, you're strong, intelligent, beautiful and my sister, what is there not to like."

"I fart a lot after I have beer and curry?"

"I'm sure it's not that bad,"

"Well you'll know afterwards I can assure you, now don't say you haven't been warned."

"I'll put that in the file."

"I would, now can we eat, it looks spectacular, you really do know how to please a girl."

"Darling Jess, it's only for you."

"Come on then, let's tuck in."

We sat and ate and talked and drank and talked and talked and talked. Finally Jess admitted to feeling a little cold. I smiled and nodded at her stiff nipples and crinkled aeriola, she grinned, slapped my leg and disappeared into her bedroom to slip on some clothes. I headed for the shower. As I washed I heard the bathroom door open and saw her shape distorted by the wet and steamy glass. 

"Hi, need a wee, you okay if I go whilst you're showering?"

"Sure no worries."

"Thanks"

Her shape moved and shrank as she sat down. I heard the flush and the taps as she washed her hands. I finished showering and stepped out.

She smiled, "Here." reaching for a towel she wrapped it round my shoulders and patted my back. I let her dry me and then we wandered into my bedroom and I dressed while she replaced the bed sheets, sitting on the end to watch me finishing dressing.

"Well what shall we do now?"

"Up to you, we could go for a walk, sit and talk, anything you want?"

"Well I quite fancy making love again, how about you?"

"Well I actually would love to talk to you, then make love, what do you think."

"How about love first, then talk?"

"OK?"

"OK? that's not like you, you usually argue your case forcefully,"

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

"What?"

"I'd be a complete arse to refuse an offer of making love to you. Hell we can talk all we want later, come here"

"Say please?"

"Please, please, please come here."

"Better."

"Tease"

"Crawler."

Later, we lay in bed and ran fingers over each others bodies, tracing contours and crevices, idly playing with each other.

"Dave, where are we going with this. Do you think we have a future?"

"I really, really want that. Above all having found you, I don't want to lose you again. That would be unbearable, you really matter to me. It's more than the love thing. You are the parts of me I don't have, I just feel whole with you here, next to me. Even if the sex side of things stopped, I would still want you next to me.I can't explain it, but I feel at peace with myself with you here. I don't suppose any of this makes sense, but that's how you make me feel."

"Funnily enough dear brother, I can understand just how you feel, I feel as if a part of me is suddenly free, I can't describe it, but it's as if some locked up part has been freed."

We lay together for a while longer then made love again, ending in tangle of bodies on the bed. We showered together and dressed each other. We went out for a walk and then ended up in my local. We sat in a corner and drank a single glass of wine before wandering into the High Street. Jess's phone beeped and she took the call, speaking tersely and quietly.

"Sorry, there's been a murder and they've called in all hands, looks bloody, Dave I have to go. They're sending a car for me. Seems the Commander asked for me personally to lead the case."

"go, I'll see you later, wait."

My phone went, I answered. It was the office, I listened, nodding and "ah hahed". I hung up.

"Well here's a turnip for the books," I said, she smiled at the old joke.

"Seems Simon Flint needs to report to the Incident Room at your place and to make himself available to the SIO to help in any way he can to expedite the investigation."

"You're joking?"

"Serious, look I'll let you get organised then call in after about forty minutes ok?"

She nodded and we walked back to the flats, we heard a siren and I made myself scarce, watching the uniformed officer hold the door open for her. Forty minutes later I turned up at the police station which held the command centre. Walking in I produced my card and was ushered up to the newly opened Incident Room. Looking cooly efficient my sister turned and smiled.

"Ah Mr Philpott, how are you?"

"Well DCI Philpott, or may I call you Jessica, good to see you, and it's Dave from now on" I pecked her cheek. She looked at my pass and frowned slightly.

"Heads up everyone, This is Mr Flint, AKA my Big Brother Dave, who is here as a specialist for the purposes of this investigation. Use him as you need on anything with a Security aspect. Be nice to him though or you'll have me to answer to. Dave we've set you up over there, I understand one of your boys has set up a secure line and PC for you, there's also a PC and phone connected to our phone system and LAN, so you can integrate with us," She moved over to a small cubicle next to her office.

"Wow, Dave working together, you OK with this?"

"Sure, I need to run it past the office though, give me five, OK."

"Sure call in when you finish, oh, tea, coffee, etc down the hall second door, and Wednesdays you bring the milk."

"Noted, see you in a minute."

My Supervisor was aghast initially but his boss was sanguine about the whole thing. As a leading SIO with Major Crimes and Murders Jessica would normally handle big cases, it was inevitable we would cross paths at some point. She told me to carry on and run with it. A "Minute" would go the the commissioner and his ADC to let them know and confirm my continuing presence.

I wandered into Jess's office,shutting the door quietly, she had her back to me and was bending over, I whistled and she jerked upright and blushed. 

"Shit, you scared the crap out of me you wassock." but she was grinning.

I sat in a vacant chair and we began to discuss the case. A DC knocked and she beckoned him in.

He placed a sheaf of papers on her desk and she glanced through them.

We discussed my angle on this. The deceased was on a watch list, we had him tagged as a potential problem, why I couldn't say but I could provide a list of known associates whom she could contact, but they must not suspect that they were under surveillance by us.

Jess scribbled notes and asked me to add the info to the Incident register and log the names in the database of contacts. I agreed and we parted,

After work I slipped out and disappeared as a few of the boys were angling for an evening in the pub and probably an opportunity to question me.

I went home and started to prepare a meal, remembering to make enough for two. Jess appeared later, tired and hungry, we ate in silence. A glass of red wine untouched in front of her.

"Spill it Sis. What's up."

"Dave, is there a problem I'm not seeing?"

"Meaning,am I sitting on something that I'm not going to let you have sight of, or something I'm going to withhold which might stifle your investigation." 

"Exactly that!"

"If there was I would tell you that you need to back off, and leave it at that."

"Were you expecting this?"

"No, we thought he and the others were planning something, but this may be an honest to goodness mugging gone wrong."

"If it is one of your group of people, will you stop us arresting him or her?"

"No, for my part if this was an argument gone wrong, then it's in our interest to let you arrest the killer, as it would tend to make the others think they're not under surveillance."

"OK."

"There's more isn't there?"

"I shouldn't have introduced you as my brother."

"Not a problem, wheels have turned, Mr Flint will be retired."

"And..."

"And we have a cherry pie for dessert, are you interested?"

"You know what I mean, but yes please."

"You must have been surprised to see your long lost brother appear and find he was a member of the security services and just blurted it out, natural reaction, there's no harm done. It's actually refreshing to be known by my real name, don't worry."

"And what about me being at your place instead of my own place?" She asked looking at me anxiously.

"I invited you back for a meal, you collected a bag of gear because it's actually closer here than your place to the office. We've been distant for years, our parents have just died, you didn't want to be alone in the house and we've been thrown together on a case. Stranger things have happened."

"If you're sure?" she bit her lip.

"Hey what happened to the big sassy senior officer I've been working with today. Man up sis, this case could get you another leg up, and I will be as helpful as I can."

"Why?"

Why? because I love you, and you are good at what you do, and so am I, now do you want some pie, or have it later after sex?" I winked.

"Fuck the pie, come on lets get naked." she rose from the table and began unbuttoning her blouse as she turned towards the bedroom.

"You know sex has really made your language coarser." I called to her as she shed more clothes in her eagerness.

"Get your arse over here and get naked buster, I need you in me now, then it's pie time." She giggled as she rolled onto the bed arms uplifted to me.

"Yes Ma'am," I sighed with a grin as I pulled my pants down and freed my cock to wave at her.

"Wow is that truncheon meat all for me, bring it to mamma." She laughed as she spread her legs invitingly wide.

...xxx...

All appeared to be going well, the driver didn't react to picking Jess and me up from my place, as we discussed the case on the way to work and back. Everything all seemed to be hunky dory, until about three weeks into the investigation. 

We had buried Mum and we debated selling the house so Jess could buy her own place in a more convenient spot for work. Then I had a call saying my regional director wanted to see me. I knew there was a real problem, but assumed it was the case. How wrong could I be. Making the journey into central London was a drag, I hated the commute more than I ever had. It meant less time with Jess.

I went into his office with the case papers and sat at his desk, he turned from his pc and looked at me sourly. In his late sixties he had survived various internal upheavals and was known for his thoroughness and attention to detail. He was a legend of the Cold War and was apparently responsible for setting up valuable networks of agents in the old Eastern Bloc. Now approaching retirement he lived his last working days running our department and handing over to my Boss Shelagh, his successor.

"Ah! Philpott, this meeting has nothing to do with the case, so you can put the file away." he opened a thin folder on his desk.

"As you know, we regularly re-accredit our staff; background checks etc. Well this time I'm afraid there are one or two, how can I put it, anomalies in your most recent report." He eyed me balefully. 

"Are you sleeping with your sister?" he asked bluntly, and I knew he knew the truth. I knew that there was no hoodwinking him on this, best to come clean.

"Yes I am, I love her very much, we have just lost both our parents, and we have been estranged for about twenty years, we came back together on my mothers death and well..." I trailed off.

"Philpott, far be it for me to cast aspersions on your private life, but as a Security Service operative, you have to be more careful." He glanced at the file, flicking the pages and tutting.

"Do you know how this was picked up?"

"No sir, no idea at all." I replied flatly.

"Bloody idiot, you're sisters staying but only one bedroom light ever goes on, your sisters either eating too many carrots or she's sleeping with you. For Gods sake man what were you thinking, apart from the bloody obvious?"

"Sorry I never thought about it like that. I'm so sorry, if you wish I will resign, especially if it ends the matter here and doesn't affect my sisters career. Are you passing this to the Met may I ask?"

"No I'm not, much as we are, so to speak, "in bed" with our colleagues along the river, as far as we are concerned, this is "in house". And I don't want your bloody resignation, you're doing a good job and it would be a waste of your talents to cast you adrift. I also don't give a fig about your relationship with your sister. just be more careful. Get a timer fitted to put the second bedroom light on at random points when you're in and remember to draw the curtains in there at night. Ok that's it. carry on and good luck."

"Thank you sir."

"You're a lucky bastard Philpotts, I've carried a torch for my sister for years, she cares not a jot, be careful and think it through. Now get out and earn your salary man."

I stepped out of the office quickly and headed off back to the Incident Room. I explained that I had to pop into the office and attempted to catch up on the day. Jess stuck her head in the cubicle.

"Five minutes in five minutes, ok?"

"Sure DCI Philpott, your office?"

"Please and could you bring coffee, I haven't had a second this morning."

"No problem," I rose and went to make us both a coffee.

A tall gangly Detective Sergeant was making a drink in the small kitchen. He saw me and smirked. Waiting until I was pouring milk into the cups he approached me and tapped my arm.

"Hiya Double ooh Seven," He said using the nickname that had crept round the office,

"Sergeant," I answered.

"It's Paul, look, this is off the record, but is your sister seeing anyone?"

"Ha! why? do you fancy taking a crack at her?"

"I wish. she's well you know, sorry; look I know she's your sister, but she's as fit as a butchers dog, even you must see that. Well we've got a book going, because for the first time ever, she's being bloody reasonable about things, overtime, time off, coffee rotas that sort of thing. 

Well the betting is she's found a bloke and is getting it regular. So I thought if I sort of asked the resident spook you could probably ferret around and find out. Look there's about five hundred in the kitty and I'd split it eighty twenty with you."

"Sorry, too personal. I wish you all luck, but as far as I know since she's been staying with me, no blokes been round." I grinned and threw the spoon into the sink, ready to go. His arm rested on mine.

"Girlfriends?"

"No!"

"You're not.."

"No, you're right I'm not, she's fit, but she's my sister."

"So you would?"

"She's my sister end-of."

having made the coffee I pushed past him and walked back to Jess's office. Kicking the base of the door as a knock, I held the two cups up and she walked round her desk and opened the door.

"Good timing, come in. How did your meeting go?"

"Interesting."

"Interesting good or interesting bad?"

"Interesting, interesting."

"Hmm." she sipped her coffee. I sat down and sipped my brew.

"Well are you going to tell me or what?"

"What!"

"Come on, is there something I should know?"

"Two things actually, one about us and one about you."

I told her of my meeting and her hands flew to her face, I explained what the boss said, including his final comment. She grinned. Then I told her about the sweepstake and she reddened and screamed. I saw heads come up in the outer office. She looked out and her face set. She stood and walked to the door. I grinned, knowing how volcanic my little sister could be. This might be interesting.

"OK listen up everyone," she waited as the room quietened and phones dropped back on their bases.

"I understand there is some discussion and wagering on whether I have a romantic involvement, which may have mellowed me. Just to put everyone's hat on straight. The fact is..."

She paused and looked round the room. Her eyes flashed and shone,

"it's none of your bloody business if I am humping a generously endowed gentleman who knows how to shake my fillings loose. However if you really want to know, the answer is yes I am being banged regularly by an expert lover, who pleases me no end and I love it. 

I've come to sex late in life but I fully intend to enjoy a large portion of his cock as often as possible. I thank you for your concern, but suggest you put any money into a worthwhile charity. Meanwhile we have a murder investigation to pursue, so can we skip the gossip and de-digitate, I want results and I mean yesterday. If I find anyone is behind after today, you'll be pulling on the old blue serge and doing permanent nights before you can blink. OK go on back to work."

A ragged cheer and a round of applause ran round the room, then everyone went back to their tasks and the room hummed and buzzed again.

I clapped loudly as she came back in with a huge smile on her red face. 

"That'll be over the Yard in an hour betcha." she grinned widely. 

"That felt good, I've wanted to say something since we came back together, you don't mind?"

"Bit late now, but no you run your outfit as you want. I have no complaints." I shrugged and plopped a folder on her desk. She raised an eyebrow.

"Your eyes only, that's an assessment of the threat potential our friends represent, No one except you is cleared on this, you read, digest and return, you do not discuss, copy or make notes of the contents. OK."

"OK, thanks for that Dave. We think we have a witness and we're following up on it. No one on your contact list, so it looks ok so far."

"Good, keep me posted and I'll get details of the others whereabouts, so onwards and upwards." I rose to leave.

"Dave, I meant what I said, I want you every minute I can get." She smiled at me,

"I know sis, me too, you're not getting away from me again."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Just hold me, see you later."

"You will,"

I went back to my desk and tried to pick up the threads of the day. I failed to spot the sign on the back of my chair, "Stool pigeon". Looks like I spoiled their fun. Several of the guys came over and we had a laugh, even Paul, red faced and grinning. 

A week later the team made four arrests and co-incidentally found enough evidence to enable Special Branch to pull in the rest of the gang, seems that the victim had a difference of opinion with some of the others. They killed him and the rest is as they say history. 

We spent the evening in the pub opposite the Station and nearly everyone else got rat arsed drunk, Jess included. We had hired a Karaoke machine. There were some very drunk people that night, I stayed reasonably sober

I piled into the car with a sleeping Jess and we swept across town to our place. I asked the driver to help me upstairs with her. Inside I put the light on in the second bedroom and saw Jess had laid it out as though she actually lived there. The bed was rumpled but made, shoes and clothes littered the bed and floor. 

I swept the clothes onto a chair and we laid her on top of the bed, as she snored gently. The Cop smiled and I slapped his back.

"She is a looker that one, but she's going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, Good luck with that mate she can be an evil sod when she wants. Apologies I know she's your sister but she can't half fucking shout." he grinned on his way out and I locked the door. 

I closed up and stripped off, and as I crawled into bed the door opened and Jess stood naked in the doorway.

"How'd I do, did you think I'd passed out with the booze?" she giggled and slipped into bed with me.

"You were playing."

"Sure; they expect me to get bladdered. I always have before, so why disappoint them. I'm known for it, part of my aura. Good at getting very pissed. However there are going to be some very hungover potted plants at the Albert tomorrow"




Working Together



"Very clever little sis." I kissed her delicate lips slowly.

"Mmmm and you are my very big brother, and I need you, God I need you."

We moved together, coupled, humped our way to orgasm, rested, reunited and made love slowly over an hour or so. Then slept, made love again and finally slept again.

I awoke to an empty bed and heard her in the kitchen. I padded out to find her.

"Oh!, you must be her brother, oh! I see you are her very big brother, well hello to you."

I had whirled round at the sound of the voice and was confronted by a Commander's tailored uniform on a trim blonde form.

"I, I, I..." my hands moved to cover myself and I started to back away.

Jess came out the kitchen, and almost dropped the two mugs of coffee she carried.

"Christ Dave put your trollies on, this is Commander Curtis my boss." she fumed.

"Sorry I forgot, I, Sorry." I whirled round into the bedroom.

Seconds later I heard laughter and flung my clothes on and came out again.

"Oh now that's a shame you found your clothes, what a pity, well at least it brightened my morning. Thanks for that stud."

I grimaced and made my way into the kitchen, returning with coffee and headed for my bedroom.

"No Dave wait, this is for you and Jess." Commander Curtis said.

I found a seat and sat down.

"Seems the "powers that be" found your liaison an interesting option, they're thinking of setting up a permanent unit inside Scotland Yard, to provide a better pathway at investigation level. They want Jess to head up the Police side, rumour is your boss has nominated you from Security Services. Well can you two work together do you think?"

Jess nodded and I smiled,

"Yes I rather think we can." I said.

"Good, I'll start the paper chase, Jess I want you to take some time off, you still have only just lost your mum and we placed a big load on you whilst this was happening, so I'm ordering you to take a fortnights leave, there are plenty on your team who can cover. Besides they'll need to learn to live without you"

She sat back and opened her handbag, taking out a small compact she adjusted her makeup.

"Oh and I guess you two are very close, since no brother just ambles around stark bollock naked, especially if his sister is here. But don't worry I won't say a word. But do be careful the pair of you. Don't get careless too often. And if you ever get fed up, I'd like first dibs." She smiled and popped out a lipstick to recover her generous lips.

"Thanks Ma'am." Jess said, head down.

"Oh for heavens sake, he's fit and you're adorable who wouldn't." she shrugged and rose smoothing her skirt down. "I swing both ways and I'd love the chance to get together with both of you. And that's not an invitation or blackmail, it's a fact. Now cheer up the pair of you." She walked to the door and let herself out.

"Jess!"

"Yes Dave!"

"I love you."

"I love you too Hunk, fancy a romp on your bed."

"Oh yes please."

"Come on then last one there does the washing."

"Watch my dust,"

"In your dreams buster. Seen these."

Jess whipped her top up and I stopped to look, letting her sweep past me giggling.

"You rat."

"Eat me."