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Brotherly Love

By: scorpio00155



"Damn!" I cursed as I hung up the phone.

"Language Peter." Dad commented looking up from his paper, "What caused the outburst son?"

"That was Joyce phoning to tell me she can't make it this evening," I replied moodily, "she waits until an hour before she's due to be here before letting me know."

"Ah yes," My father grinned, "the dance. Of course it's too late to find another partner for the evening I suppose."

"You suppose right." I sighed.

To say I was annoyed would have been an understatement, I'd had plans for that evening which included getting into Joyce's knickers, now they were all dashed, and what was worse I would still have to go to the dance; I was the damned guest of honour. Put simply the dance was being held by the Young Rotarians, I was being honoured for raising a few thousand pounds for charity and I felt certain that I would end up being sponsored for the Rotarians, my father, though a Rotarian, wouldn't do it as he believed that one had to make one's own way in the world and at 19 I really wanted to get on.

"It would look odd" Dad mused, "if you turned up without a partner. What you need is an attractive young lady to act the role."

"Fine, but where do I find such a person at this late hour?" I retorted.

"There's always Linda." Dad replied as he turned his attention back to his paper.

Linda, my 18 year old little sister, she more than met the criteria of attractive and she was fun to be with, but take her to a dance? Well they say beggars can't be choosers and even if she were my sister she would make a good companion for the evening, if she agreed of course. With time running out I went upstairs and knocked on my sister's bedroom door.

"Come in." She yelled from inside the room.

I went in and smiled at the sight of her sorting through her wardrobe, whenever she was bored she'd go through her collection of clothes and it looked as though she was very bored now.

"Sis," I said slowly, "Would you come to the dance this evening with me?"

"Joyce stood you up then?" She replied from the depths of the wardrobe, "I told you she would."

"Okay, so you were right, don't rub it in." I sighed, "Will you come or not?"

"Give me fifteen minutes." She grinned.

Though her reply was ambiguous I believed that it meant she had agreed, of course it could also mean that I should give her fifteen minutes to make up her mind. Sighing I went to my room and changed into my tuxedo then went downstairs to the living room. Unlike most women when Linda said fifteen minutes she meant fifteen minutes, right on the dot she came into the living room wearing a slinky black evening dress that enhance her natural charms to the full, her face was delicately made-up, her hair brushed into a bell that rested on her shoulders and a wrap-over cape was in her hands. To be honest if Linda hadn't been my sister I would have been tempted to say sod the dance and whip her up to my bedroom for a few hours, instead I smiled, picked up my car keys and held out my arm for her to take.

"See you later dad." I called over my shoulder as we left the room.

"Have fun." he replied.

It was a warm evening so Linda put her cape on the back seat of the car, the place where the dance was being held was only a few miles away, as the crow flies that is. Having to go by road made the distance eight miles, but we had time enough for me not to have to rush.

"How do I look?" Linda asked as I pulled into the car park of the hall.

"Delectable." I grinned, "Pretty as a picture."

"What, a Picasso?" She smiled.

"No, the Mona Lisa." I replied meaning what I said.

"Are you this smooth with your girlfriends?" Linda laughed as we got out of the car.

"Not really," I grinned taking her arm, "but you're easier to talk to."

"Listen Peter," Linda frowned as she stopped just short of the entrance, "do you need to tell everyone that I'm your sister? I'm sure I haven't met anyone that will be here tonight and I really am not in the mood to fight off hopeful Lotharios. Can't we pretend I'm a new girlfriend or something?"

"Well I suppose we could give it a whirl," I grinned, "maybe we'll get away with it."

With that we went inside to the noise and hubbub of a room full of people, music played in the background and in the subdued lighting of the hall Linda looked even more beautiful. The evening went well, good food, pleasant music, some dancing, speeches and friendly conversation; I introduced Linda as my girlfriend, which put her out of bounds to the rather excessive number of single males there that night. When I gave my speech accepting the honour I was being paid it was well received and not five minutes later one of the Rotarians was proposing my advancement from Young to full Rotarian, the vote took all of a minute and I had what I had wanted, well part of it anyway. 

As I was driving I steered well clear of the drinks contenting myself with fruit juice, not Linda, she was putting it away as though she'd heard that drink was about to be banned. Needless to say she was soon quite merry and when we danced together she would hang around my neck almost seductively. I'm only human and by the end of the evening I had an erection that was throbbing within the confines of my trousers. As we took a break from dancing Linda was still playing the role of 'girlfriend' to the full and when one of the men commented 'if I were you I'd marry that one' she laughed loudly.

"He's working on it." She laughed then kissed me briefly on the lips.

I was too stunned by her action to do more than give a weak grin at the group around us while trying to adjust my even stiffer cock into a more comfortable position, with little success. To forestall any more 'girlfriend' type caresses from my sister I quickly whisked her back out onto the dance floor.

"Christ Linda what were you thinking of?" I whispered while smiling and nodding at the other dancers.

"I thought it added a touch of authenticity." She grinned in reply, "Don't tell me..."

She suddenly pressed tight against me, her lips widened into an even broader grin as she looked into my eyes.

"...It did!" She continued with a laugh, "It turned you on! Well fancy that, but of course you do!"

"Linda will you cut it out." I hissed as she rubbed herself against me.

"How embarrassing for you," She laughed pressing even tighter to me, "and you can't even admit I'm your sister now. Oh dear, poor Peter, whatever will he do now?"

I should have remembered how Linda got when she'd been drinking, playful and teasing, but there was nothing for it but to grin and bear it. Thankfully we would be able to leave gracefully in a short while. Sighing I tried to surreptitiously shift Linda away from me a little, but she clung on to me laughing merrily, all I could do was give a sickly grin and hope that I didn't become so excited that I came in my pants.

"You look to be on a dead cert there Peter." one of the lads called across to me.

"Shut up Brian," I called back with a smile to show I was not serious even if I was, "Linda is not like that."

"Oh yes I am." Linda laughed.

It was relief to get her off the dance floor a half an hour later. In the hope that a little air might help I guided Linda outside into the night, the air had turned cool, but not unpleasantly so and my sister took a deep breath as we stepped out of the hall.

"Oh look." She said suddenly looking at her arm.

Naturally I leant forward to see what it was she was looking at; the next thing I knew Linda had her arms wrapped around my neck and her lips pressed firmly to mine. I stiffened in surprise, but her warm lips sent such a thrill through me that I suddenly relaxed and returned her kiss. Then I came to my senses and jerked my head back.

"Spoilsport." Linda sighed leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Linda what the hell do you think you are doing?" I said quietly as I could hear voices only a few feet away from us, "You're taking the act a little too far!"

She mumbled something that I couldn't quite catch, but it sounded awfully like 'who's acting', I was in a quandary, I couldn't really leave for another forty minutes at least, but the way Linda was acting she seemed certain to do something foolish that we'd both regret before that time was up. I felt my sister's arms tighten a little around my neck and looked down to make sure she wasn't about to faint or something similar. With a little jump she was kissing me again and this time I was responding to her almost immediately. Shocked with myself I snatched my head away a few moments later and carefully disentangled Linda's arms from my neck.

"You don't love me any more!" Linda pouted in a loud voice.

I could hear footsteps on the gravel behind me and looked over my shoulders, with the true irony of fate the president of the Rotarians was approaching. He had been close enough to hear Linda's words and was about to put an end to what to all outward appearances was a lovers tiff. Linda must have seen he was there when she spoke which explained why she had spoken so loudly, I was going to have a few things to say to my little sister when she'd sobered up.

"Here now Peter," he announced his arrival, "that's no way to treat a beautiful young lady. Tell her you're sorry and that you love her."

"I'm sorry Linda." I sighed resignedly, "I do love you, really."

"That's better," the president beamed, "now give her a good kiss to show you mean it man."

Linda's face tilted up to mine, her eyes sparkled with an impishly triumphant gleam as I reluctantly leant down and kissed her, but what I had intended as a brief peck was turned into a passionate embrace as my sister leant up tight to me. My cock was throbbing as thrills and tingles ran through me, I was all too aware of the feel of my sister's body in my arms as it pressed against me, the smell of her perfume only added to the rising excitement I felt as the kiss drew out. With a sigh of contentment Linda eventually parted our lips while I stood there bemused and confused, what I was feeling for my sister was not the proper emotion a brother should feel. I felt guilty at my thoughts and a little ashamed of myself for having them, but at the same time I felt blissfully happy just standing there holding her warm body to mine.

"He's gone." Linda breathed quietly, "What a pity."

"Oh Linda," I sighed shaking my head, "if only you knew what I am feeling and thinking."

"Maybe I do." She grinned, her teeth flashing white in the darkness.

"What am I to do with you?" I laughed.

"Later." Linda replied cryptically.

With obvious reluctance Linda let me lead her back inside, I felt I'd be safer in a crowd, less likely to succumb to the thoughts running through my head, thoughts that I had earlier been thinking about Joyce. Then again they weren't the same, there was something more than the purely physical in what I was thinking and feeling, yet none of it was brotherly. As we entered the hall Linda took my hand in hers and smiled happily at the Rotarian president as he looked our way, he smiled and nodded to us then went back to his conversation while I guided Linda towards a quiet corner. As a waiter passed us Linda reached out and snagged a full glass from the tray he was carrying.

"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" I whispered.

"Not yet." She grinned and raised the glass to her lips.

It seemed coming back inside was a mistake for Linda began to down drinks as fast as she could spot them, the funny thing was that despite the volume of liqueur she put away she did not get any more drunk. Standing beside me with her arm around my waist and her hip pressed to me my sister looked around happily while sipping drink after drink. She'd smile and wave at people and, from time to time, lean up and kiss me lightly and briefly, which did nothing to help me calm my raging thoughts. At last though the time came when I could leave the dance without raising eyebrows or causing comment, Linda was just finishing a drink when I leant over to whisper in her ear.

"Time to go." I said softly.

She turned her head, smiled and a devilish look came into her eyes.

"YES!" She cried so loud the whole hall could hear it.

With a sudden jerk of her hand the glass in her hand went flying, her arms flew around my neck and she was pulling my face down to hers to kiss me firmly; my groan was a mix of pleasure and dismay as I half-heartedly tried to figure out what she was up to now. When Linda finally parted our lips we found ourselves surrounded by a crowd of curious people, Linda beamed at them and loosened her hold on my neck so that I could straighten up.

"Peter's asked me to marry him and I said yes!" Linda announce gaily.

"Oh God!" I groaned under my breath.

I never got the chance to put the record straight, suddenly I was the centre of attention of most of the men there, laughing and smiling they slapped my back and shook my hand as they offered their congratulations; meanwhile Linda was being hugged and cried over by the women as they congratulated her. It was another half an hour before I could finally drag my sister out of the hall and to the car, grinning weakly and waving to the revellers I drove out of the car park, and as soon as we were out of sight I stopped the car in a secluded spot and turned to Linda.

"Christ Linda you really have gone too far!" I snapped out angrily, "God, I'll never get out of the mess you've got me into. What the hell possessed you to tell them I'd asked you to marry you?"

To my surprise Linda burst into tears, it was the last thing I had been expecting and I suddenly felt helpless. I touched her shoulder gently, but couldn't figure out what to do or say that would stop the flow of tears. Feeling unsettled I started the car again and headed towards home, maybe my mother and father would have a clue as to what to do with Linda, I knew I certainly didn't; in fact the only thing I wanted to do was the one thing I shouldn't do. God it was confusing! As we neared the river Linda suddenly sat bolt upright in her seat, by the dim light I could see the tears glistening on her cheeks and the black smear of her make-up where it had run.

"Stop the car quickly," Linda gasped out, "I want to be sick!"

Well at least that came as no surprise, the amount she had drunk I was only surprised that she hadn't been sick back at the hall. I stopped the car in a lay-by near the river and Linda was out of the car before I had the engine turned off, grabbing her cape I quickly followed her to the riverbank. As I approached I could hear her retching, I put the cape around her shoulders and held her as she was sick into the swift flowing waters below us. After a few minutes Linda straightened and turned around, she looked pale, her make-up was a mess and her eyes were red from her crying. Yet I suddenly felt that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Smiling at her I gave her my hanky to wipe her mouth on, she shivered and I drew her to me to share my warmth with her; Linda put her arms around me and gave me a squeeze then looked up at me as though to speak. 

Looking down into her eyes I felt a strangeness come over me, leaning down I kissed her, gently and full on the lips, her response was immediate and fervent, this time I did not pull away from her. Warm sensations ran through me, my cock started to throb again and my heart pounded in my chest as that kiss went on and on and on. When we at last came up for air I felt light headed, Linda was looking up at me with her eyes half closed, a gentle smile curled her lips at the corners as she breathed in deeply and let her breath out with a heavy sigh. I guided her back to the car, but instead of putting her in it I leant her against the side of the car and kissed her again, this time my arms held her tightly as I felt my lust rising swiftly; Linda's lips were pressing demandingly against mine as she returned both my kiss and my hug. 

Then, as though it had a will of its own, one of my hands slid down over her shoulder to her breasts, and with slow, gentle motions I rubbed her boob through the material of her dress and bra, pressing against her pliant mound while rubbing at the back of her neck with my other hand. Linda's hands touched my chest and I felt the warmth of her palms through my shirt as she rubbed my chest lovingly. I heard her hum quietly as the movements of my hand on her breast became even firmer, my fingers pressing the material into her flesh as I squeezed her, I swear that I could feel her nipples even through her clothes. The lights of a passing car was what eventually parted us, smiling at my sister I opened the door for her to get in the car then made my way round to the driver's side; I can't describe what I was feeling when I started the car and drove off, but it wasn't just lust that's for sure.

"Linda," I sighed as we neared home, "I'd marry you tomorrow if you weren't my sister."

God knows what made me say that, but it was the way I felt, I was no longer mad at her for her antics at the dance, they could all be smoothed over one way or another. But what I felt was more than brotherly love; I wished I could define it properly.

"I wish you weren't my brother." Linda sighed wistfully.

The house was in darkness as I stopped the car and turned off the engine, mind you it was after one in the morning so I wasn't too surprised at this. As we walked to the front door Linda took my hand, I saw the flash of her teeth as she smiled into the night. Soon we were inside, and hand in hand we walked up the stairs and stopped outside Linda's room. She stood up on tiptoe and kissed me gently before going into her room and with the warmth of her lips lingering on mine I headed for my room. It didn't take me long to get undressed and to slide into bed, the sheets were cool at first against my skin, but they soon warmed up yet sleep evaded me. My mind was too full of the memory of how my sister had felt as we had kissed by the car, sighing I tossed and turned in an effort to get to sleep while my cock kept up a steady ache that was demanding satisfaction. About forty minutes later I sat up with a sigh and prepared to masturbate myself in an effort to still the desires within me, I'd just reached for the bedside lamp when my bedroom door swung open. A shadow shape entered the room and the door swung closed again, turning on the lamp I blinked at the blaze of light then gasped.

"Linda!" I breathed quietly.

She stood there not three feet from me caught in the sudden glare of the light, her body naked and completely open to my gaze, her breasts jostled as she breathed heavily.

"Oh Peter!" Linda cried softly as she rushed over to the bed.

I was stunned when she threw back the sheets and lay down on the bed beside me, there wasn't a lot of room and she was pressed tight to me, the heat of her skin burning on mine then sliding sensuously on me as she tuned on her side to face me. With a sigh I turned on my side, put an arm over her and drew her to me, our lips meeting in a kiss full of passion and desire; my free hand roamed over her bare breasts, stroking her soft flesh, teasing her hard nipples and pressing into her ripe globes while her hands fluttered over my chest like restless butterflies. One of her legs came over my thigh and I felt the moist heat of her pussy as it brushed against my skin, sliding my hand from her breasts I slid it down to her pussy and gently traced its outline, feeling the soft puffiness of her outer lips before slipping my fingers between those open lips to gently rub at her clitoris. 

Linda groaned into my mouth as our tongues danced, her breasts squashing against my chest as she pushed even tighter to me. After a few minutes Linda was trembling as she neared climax, moving my hand from her clitoris I pressed two fingers to her pussy; her juices coated my fingers as I slid them into her willing body, Linda gasped then pushed down to take my fingers deep into her. With gentle movements I slid my fingers in and out of her tight pussy as my sister groaned even louder and shook against me, pulling my fingers from her I slid my arm under her then rolled onto my back pulling her with me. There was a brief moment when we settled ourselves comfortably that we could have stopped what was happening, but it didn't even occur to us to try. My sister put her hands on my chest then raised her lower body so that my cock sprang upright under her; with a gasping sigh she lowered herself again and I felt the delicious sensation of my cock sliding slowly into her depths. Linda leant down and kissed me, her nipples rubbing on my chest as she began to move on my cock. 


Brotherly Love



Linda rode me with slow, tender movements that sent gorgeous sensations of bliss running through me from the first slide of my cock in her pussy, our lips were locked together as she slid up and down on me, my body matching her motions and pace. Gradually our movements became faster, twice Linda bit back a cry as she shuddered on top of me, her groin grinding down on mine as she pushed down on me in climax, then I felt the rise of my own climax. Thrusting up into my sister's pussy as deep as I could I felt her shake and bite back a squeal of delight as my hot seed erupted deep inside her, I groaned as a wave of bless hit me then sighed as my peak faded to a gentle glow that had me moving in her again. Before long we were both thrusting at a fast, hard pace that sent messages of delight through me. Linda seemed to be shaking all the time yet our movements were in perfect synchronisation, biting her lips to hold back her cries Linda straightened up on me and ground her pussy on my cock. Groaning I thrust up into her shaking body, her pussy clenching around my shaft as my seed jetted their heat into her again; for a moment we were frozen as our passions overwhelmed us, then Linda flopped forward onto my chest as my cock slowly shrank inside her.

Sliding to one side of the bed I rolled onto my side and Linda fell beside me, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath; she smiled at me, her arms going around my chest and hugging me as her head came to rest against my shoulder. A wave of tiredness washed over me, tilting Linda's face up I kissed her gently and reached for the light. As I drifted off to sleep I realised that my own sister had satisfied me as no other woman I had known had been able to. I felt a warm glow fill me as I thought about Linda and bathed in that glow I fell asleep.

"Goodnight." I said softly.

"G'nigh." Linda mumbled dreamily.

I woke with a start, memories of the previous night flooded my mind as my cock shot to erection, I looked down at Linda who was still cuddled tight to me, her face turned so that I could see the contented smile on her full lips as she slept. With visions of our parents finding us filling my mind I gently shook my sister, she sighed and mumbled then her eyes flickered open; she smiled at me as her arms tightened around me in a loving hug. Just before I could open my mouth to speak the bedroom door opened and our mother walked into the room, she was talking to dad over her shoulder and though she didn't see us at first our father's eyes went wide as he stared at us.

"Peter! Linda!" Mum yelped as she turned her head and saw us.

Then I got the shock of my life, I had expected my mother to faint at the sight of us naked in my bed together, and as for my father I had expected him to go mad. Instead my mother smiled and my father shook his head and laughed.

"We should have known it would run in the family." Dad laughed.

It took a few moments for Linda and myself to get over the shock of our parent's reaction, unbelievable wasn't the word for it, but at last I managed a wry grin at them as I sat up with Linda sitting up beside me.

"I take it you're not mad then?" I said.

"Kids," Dad laughed, "meet my sister."

Mother gave a curtsy then came over to the bed with father a step behind her.

"Of course we're not mad," Mum smiled understandingly, "you're only doing what your father and I did thirty years ago."

It was a lot to take in and while Linda and I recovered from the shock we explained how we had got into the situation in which they'd found us. They laughed and nodded at our tale, seemingly not at all upset by the fact that I'd had sex with my sister. In fact quite the opposite, they seemed almost pleased about it.

"I bet you felt sick when Linda screamed out that you'd asked to marry her." Dad laughed.

"It was a rotten trick though." Mum laughed, "You really shouldn't have done it you know."

"It got his attention." Linda grinned.

"So what are your plans now?" Dad asked turning serious.

"We hadn't thought..." I started to say.

"Speak for yourself," Linda cut in, "I want to live with Peter like husband and wife, I know it's impossible, but that is what I want to do."

"Peter?" Dad said.

"I'd like nothing better," I grinned, "I found out last night that Linda is the only woman I'll ever love. It's all a dream though, I can't marry her no matter how much I want to."

"Ah," Mum sighed, "nothing is as impossible as you may think."

"Hasn't it occurred to either of you that your mother and I have lived together as man and wife for thirty years. We've had two children, you two, and we even have a piece of paper to prove we are married. Now, if you two really want to be married we know how to arrange it so things 'look' legal, it's up to you."

"Yes!" Linda and I answered as one.

"We'd better get you two a bigger bed then dears." Mum laughed.

To cut a long and happy story to the bone dad made the arrangements for Linda and I to marry that day, right after we went out and bought a double bed in fact. It had to be totally illegal, but a few weeks later Linda and I were married, dad even invited some of his Rotarian friends to the wedding. From that point on life got better every day.



Brotherly Love Ch. 01



My wife, Sally, was on the phone when I got home that day.  It was a hot day, and she was sitting on a straight-backed kitchen chair, dressed in a thin sleeveless cotton vest, and a short white skirt.  Her face was serious, and she was listening intently – but what caught my eye was the way her nipples were thrusting against the thin fabric of her top.  Her breasts are quite small, and she very often doesn’t wear a bra, but, with it being so warm, I wondered what had raised her nipples ……

I also felt a frisson of desire as I studied the two hard bumps in the cotton and, as she smiled at me in an absent-minded kind of way, I walked round behind her and slid my hands inside the armholes of her vest and cupped her sweet little tits, brushing her taut nipples with my thumbs.

But she pushed my hands away, with a gesture of irritation, and, a little hurt, I went through into the dining-room to fix myself a cool drink.  I went out into the garden to cool off – in more ways than one.

After about ten minutes, Sally came out and slipped an arm through mine.

“Sorry, Nick,” she breathed, apologetically.  “That was James on the phone.  He and Vanessa have split up.”

The mention of James, Sally’s younger brother, had its usual effect on me – a sensation of arousal, and guilt, in about equal measures ……

Perhaps, at this point, I had better explain, before the reader runs away with the idea that I had the hots for my brother.

Sally, my wife of three and a half years, was born in Malaysia, to Malaysian parents.  When she was still a baby, her mother and father moved to England, by which time James was on the way, and he was born a month after Sally’s first birthday.  Having two children in just over a year was probably the only reckless thing their parents ever did.  Both qualified pharmacists, they set up a small business and spent the next twenty-five years working hard, living quietly and respectably, and building up a small chain of pharmacies, and a very good income.

The two children were both sent to private schools, and were ruled, at home, with what amounted, almost, to a rod of iron.  Sally, and then James, went on to university and it was at university that Sally and I met.

She was still very quiet, almost demure, but she caught my eye right away.  I can’t claim that I immediately recognised her smouldering sexuality, but I know I had a huge hard-on from the moment I first danced with her at the May Ball at the end of my second year.  She is small, with beautiful, glowing light-brown skin, and dark eyes, almost black, which sparkle under heavy sensuous lashes.  Her cheek-bones are high, her mouth lush and full-lipped.  Her hair is dark and glossy and her body, while in no sense voluptuous, is constructed of delicate curves and hollows, with hardly an angle to be seen.

Her breasts sit high and firm on her chest, her nipples like two juicy raspberries, perfectly centred.  Her waist is delicately sculpted, flaring outwards at the top of her hips.  When she turns round, the twin cheeks of her bottom jut out above shapely rounded thighs, forming two delicious dimples where cheeks meet thighs – and, at the front, a glossy black forest sits in a perfect V, concealing rather than framing the long lips of her exquisitely sensitive vagina.

It took many months of assiduous courting, though, before I became familiar with the delights of her beautiful, wondrous body and, even now, after more than three years of marriage, I still catch my breath when I catch an unexpected glimpse of Sally in the shower, or changing.  In fact, if the truth be told, sometimes I spy on her, just for the sheer delight of seeing her naked, when she is unaware of my presence.  I never tell Sally about this – it’s my guilty secret, or one of them!

Since we started to have full sexual relations and, especially, since we were married, I have discovered Sally has a natural talent, and inventiveness, for sex, which absolutely takes my breath away.  There can be few positions we haven’t tried, and enjoyed, and there isn’t a corner of our house where I haven’t pulled her panties aside and plunged my excited cock into her warm moist channel – or felt her exquisitely sensual lips lave my throbbing member to yet another cataclysmic orgasm.

She also has a taste for all forms of fantasy and we continually exercise our fertile imaginations, dreaming up all sorts of situations with different numbers of people – some real, some imagined ……

But my other ‘guilty’ secret had remained just that – until that day.  After we had been an ‘item’ for nearly a year, Sally eventually plucked up the courage to take me home to meet her parents.  This necessitated an overnight stay at their house, and I was accommodated in James’ room, as he, by now, was away at university, too.

At the time, Sally and I were still not having sex, but we had progressed some way down that road, but any physical contact between us was quite out of the question, given her parents’ extremely protective attitude to their daughter’s virtue.  Sally, with her wicked sense of humour, knew how I would feel about this, and teased me throughout what was a pretty painful evening with flirtatious, lustful glances.  I didn’t even get a goodnight kiss, and, by the time I retired to James’ room, I was feeling mightily frustrated. 

I know it was a lousy thing to do, and an abuse of hospitality, but I was feeling so horny ……  There was a small two-drawer chest beside James’ bed, just like the one I had at home.  I lifted out the bottom drawer and, sure enough, underneath it, lying in the gap between the bottom of the drawer and the carpet, was a little heap of magazines.

I sighed with pleasure, and took them out to have a look through, and decide which one would be best for helping me relieve my sexual tension, and let me drift off to sleep.  Underneath them, though, as I lifted them out, I saw an exercise book, with a hard maroon-coloured cover, like the kind of thing my mother had with recipes in.

Curious, I picked it up, and opened it.

My mouth dried, and my balls began to tighten.  From the first entry, it was clear that this was James’ ‘very personal’ diary, where he wrote down all his most private thoughts, and experiences.  But the most exciting thing, to me, was the extent to which Sally figured in these sexual fantasies.

Sally had told me that, from a very early age, she and her brother used to creep into each other’s beds at night, for mutual comfort, when one or other of them had been on the wrong end of the strict discipline exercised by their parents – and the first entry in the book recorded how James had wriggled towards his sleeping sister’s bottom and felt his penis grow hard as he pressed it against her ……

As I read this, I felt my own penis grow very hard and, my conscience flying out of the window, I tugged off my clothes and got into the small single bed, James’ diary clutched in my shaking hand ……

I masturbated three times, reading the diary, before I finally dropped off into a troubled, confused sleep.  When I woke, the following morning, my first thoughts were of self-disgust, and I vowed to put the diary back, and try to put it out of my mind – but then I had another quick look and my cock reared again and, once, again, I had to jerk myself off.

During the day, I made an excuse to visit the local library, sneaking the diary inside my jacket, and used their photocopier to reproduce every page of it.  Over the next few months, especially when Sally and I were not together, I read and re-read it – especially the parts where James had spied on his sister, catching glimpses of her naked breasts, her buttocks and her pussy – parts of her I had yet to see, myself!

But then, at last, Sally and I entered into a full sexual relationship and the delights of her body were under my eyes and hands and lips and I slowly forgot about James’ diary.  But, every time I met him, or he was talked about between us, my guilt feelings resurfaced, and I wondered how he thought about his sister, now – now that they were both adult, and married.

Trying to sound casual, I asked Sally – “So, what’s wrong with James and Vanessa?”

Her expression was troubled.  “He says she’s been unfaithful – with Brian!”

“With Brian?”  The shock must have been apparent in my voice.  Brian and his sister, Sue, had been their next-door neighbours since Sally was nine – the four children had grown up together – and Brian had been best man at James’ wedding, just as Sue had been a bridesmaid at ours.  And – both of them had appeared, frequently, in James’ secret diary.

“James said he came home early on Friday and Brian was in the house.  They weren’t – doing anything – but James said he knew right away that something had been going on and, when Brian left, he had it out with Vanessa and she eventually admitted that she had been going to bed with Brian for the last two months.  Oh, Nick – it’s so awful – poor James!  He looks on Brian as his best friend – and now they’ve both betrayed him!”

“Do your parents know?” I asked.  They would be devastated – they were so ‘respectable’ – this would crucify them.

“No,” said Sally, and she started to sob.  “Poor James,” she cried, “he doesn’t know what to do.”

“Can’t they patch it up?” I asked, putting my arm round her shoulders.  She turned to face me and buried her head in my chest.

“I don’t know – Vanessa’s gone home, and James is all alone in that house.  It’s all Brian’s fault – he never could resist a pretty girl – even his best friend’s wife!”

Despite myself, I felt my cock twitch.  Brian had figured a lot in James’ diary – I knew much more about his sexual proclivities than Sally realised.

“Nick,” said Sally.  “Would you mind if I asked James to come and spend the weekend with us?  We’ve always been very – close – and I might be able to help, if he would talk to me.”

“Yes, of course,” I replied.  “I’m sure it would help him, talking to you.  Let’s give him a call after supper.”

We got through a whole bottle of wine with our supper that night, and opened another one when we sat down on the couch, and Sally called her young brother.  She hadn’t changed her clothes and, as she talked to James, curled up in a corner of the couch, her thighs were almost completely exposed, up to her brief white panties.  They talked for a long time and, as I listened to Sally’s end of the conversation, my mind conjured up images of Brian fucking James’ sexy young wife, Vanessa, and I couldn’t help getting the beginnings of a hard-on.

It occurred to me that Vanessa was not unlike Sally, to look at, and that started a whole new chain of thoughts – like maybe that was part of the attraction for James, in the first place.  And, maybe, going back to James’ diary, and what I had read – for Brian, as well.

From there, it was a short step to replacing the image of Vanessa with one, in my mind, of Sally and, as I visualised her, naked and moaning, legs apart, with Brian’s cock plunging in and out of her sweet little pussy, the surge of arousal inside me was quite overwhelming, and I had to put my glass down, as my hand started to shake with excitement.

I tried to banish it from my mind, but, as I stared at her slim brown sexy thighs, I could not help imagining Brian’s hand sliding up between them, feeling the dampness of her panties, hearing her sigh with pleasure as his fingers gently pressed against her moist slit ……

I looked at her face.  Her eyes were bright, and animated, her mouth slightly open, and occasionally her little pink tongue darted round her parted lips, moistening them, as thought they were dry.  She wasn’t talking, but listening intently as her brother spoke.  I could sense that she, too, was in a state of some arousal, although it might be emotional, rather than sexual.

Automatically, I glanced at her vest, but she was hunched forward and, if her nipples were erect, her posture was keeping that fact secret.  But she was moving around a lot, as if she was slightly uncomfortable, and the hand which was not holding the phone was stroking her thigh.

I got up and topped up our glasses.  Sally looked up at me, and smiled, and the movement pulled the cotton of her vest taut and I saw two profound indentations against it.  I sat down hurriedly, and crossed my legs, to conceal my excitement.  The images would not go away ……

“Well,” I heard Sally say, at last.  “You can tell me more on Friday.  You are feeling better, now, though, aren’t you?”

She listened again and then said – “Fine – we’ll see you on Friday – about seven.  I’ll cook a special meal.  Take care.”

She hung up.

“What was he saying?” I asked.

“Oh – a lot of stuff,” Sally answered.  “It’s all a bit – complicated.”

“Can you tell me?” I enquired, and Sally looked at me.

“You know I’ve no secrets from you, Nick, and James didn’t say I wasn’t to.  But this is only between us ……”

“Of course,” I agreed, and Sally took a long sip from her glass.

“Well,” she said.  “You know that Brian and Vanessa went out with each other, for a while, before she took up with James?”

I had known, that, and I nodded.

“Well, it seems that they didn’t – sleep together – but, well, they weren’t entirely innocent, either.”

It’s funny about Sally – she’s almost totally uninhibited in bed, including her language (she loves ‘dirty talk’, as she calls it) – but, elsewhere, she’s almost as conservative as her parents.  It’s a bit of a joke between us, and I grinned at her.  She blushed, and smiled back, her eyelashes dropping.

“Oh, all right,” she smiled.  “They didn’t ‘fuck’, but Brian did get to feel her breasts and – down there!”  Her courage failing her, her hand pointed down between her legs, and my cock jumped – I couldn’t tell her I had been imagining Brian feeling Sally ‘down there’ not five minutes ago, but my mouth dried again ……

She went on.  “Well, James realises it was a mistake, now, but he always wanted to know how far Brian had got with Vanessa and, well, one night, in bed, she told him – and it made him very – excited.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just shook my head, as if in disbelief, feeling very hypocritical, and waited for Sally to continue.

“After that, James was very confused – about his reaction.  He felt he should have been jealous, and resentful, but whenever he thought about it, he got excited all over again, and he couldn’t resist asking Vanessa to describe what Brian had done to her.  Then, one night, he asked her to imagine what it would have been like if she had let Brian – go all the way – and, while he was on top of her, he said she should pretend he was Brian, and say his name, and everything.”

“Then they were at a party one night and Vanessa was dancing with Brian and she felt him – against her – and she pushed back against him.  They danced for a while, like that, and then, one day the following week, Brian called while James was out and that was how it started.  Vanessa says it was as much James’ fault as hers, although she’s sorry, now, that it happened, and she wants James to try to forget it and give their marriage another try.”

“And what do you think?”  I asked.  My excitement had died down a little, now, and I was genuinely concerned for James and Vanessa.  Sally’s response surprised me, though.

“I never thought she was good enough for James, anyway,” she said.  “She was no virgin when she married James – don’t forget, I knew her at school.  I’d be very surprised if she went out with Brian for three months and didn’t drop her panties for him.  I know she did it for at least three other boys!”

My cock stirred again, as I had a literal vision of my sister easing her panties down for some unknown boy, in a darkened lane, up against a fence, then gasping as a strong young cock drove up into her willing cunt.  Then, again, she was replaced by my own sweet Sally, and my cock became painfully erect.

I spoke, almost without thinking.

“He only married her because she looks like you, anyway,” I blurted out, then, aghast at what I had said, stared at Sally.  Her cheeks reddened and her mouth dropped open.  Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed, almost to slits, as she continued to stare at me.

“What?” she said, at last.  “What do you mean?”

“Well,” I tried to explain.  “You know James thinks an awful lot of you – you’re very close, the two of you.  It’s natural he would want a wife who – well, reminded him of you.”

“No!” said Sally.  “You didn’t mean just that.  You meant something – more.”

I shook my head, helplessly, wishing with all my heart that I could take back my rash remark.  But Sally was insistent.

“Has James – talked to you – about me?”  Her tone, although positive, was also hesitant, almost disbelieving.  Her face was very flushed, and I couldn’t help noticing that, again, her nipples were like organ stops against the thin cotton of her vest.

Then I noticed the unshed tears brimming under her eyelids, and, instinctively, I opened my arms.

“Hey,” I said, softly.  “Come here,” – and she wriggled across the couch and I slipped an arm round her shoulders.  She turned her head and buried it in my chest.  Her movements had rucked her short skirt up and her thighs, and her panties, were plainly visible.  I dropped my hand onto the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and stroked it, gently.  Sally, in turn, placed her little brown hand on the back of mine and guided its motions, up and down her thigh.

“Have you talked to James?”  Her voice was muffled, subdued.  I couldn’t lie to her – I sensed this was important, and, unless, I told the whole truth, now, there would be a web of misunderstanding between us which could eventually sour our love for ever.

“No, Sally,” I said, “but – well, I have a bit of a confession to make.”  And I told her about finding James diary, all those years ago, and my shame at having to admit to snooping among his things, when I was a guest in his – and her – parents’ house.

When I had finished my confession, Sally had lifted her head and was looking up into my face.  My hand was still on her thigh, but it was motionless, her hand lying flaccid on top of it.

“And – James’ diary – it mentioned me?” she asked, with a strange, enigmatic expression on her lovely face.

I nodded, and took a deep breath.  My cock was throbbing with excitement, as I recalled that first night, reading James’ diary.

“On the very first page, it told how you crept into his bed one night and, when you were asleep, he could feel the heat of your body beside him and he snuggled up to you until he was spooned against your back.  His penis was pressed against your bottom, and it began to get hard.  He started pushing it against the warm softness of your cheeks, until he started to ejaculate ……”

Sally was now sitting up straight, her face flaming, her mouth half-open with shock.

“That isn’t true, Nick – I never went into his bed, naked.  I always wore pyjamas, or a long nightdress.”

“He didn’t say you were naked – but he could feel the shape, and warmth, of your bottom, through your nightdress.  And he – well, he opened his pyjamas at the front ……”

“And he – came on my nightdress?”

“No – he did it in a tissue.  He pulled away, at the last moment.”

I could see her hands were shaking.

“Did you never – sense – anything – when you shared a bed with James, I mean?”

Her face troubled, Sally shook her head, slowly, then said – “Well, there might have been a few things, but I didn’t really think anything – I thought, maybe – well, I suppose we were both – curious.  About girls, and boys, I mean.  You see, our parents were very – well, you know them – you know what they’re like.  We weren’t given much freedom when we were young and, when the other kids were having dates, and things, we had to stay home, and study.  We never got to see anything on television, and all our books were ‘vetted’ by Mum and Dad.”




Brotherly Love Ch. 01



He took my hand in his and pulled me towards his house. 

"You wanna play a couple games of b-ball? It'll get your mind of that disaster of a birthday party." He asked curiously after a moment.

"Sure. I was hoping you'd say that." I smiled. "I had to get out of the house. I can't believe Logan had Jacklin over and they were makin' out all over the place at MY party!"

"She's such a bitch," His deep brown eyes gleamed devilishly.

"Yeah, that's her." I nodded. Mark glanced sideways at me quickly and I saw him out of the corner of my eye. We both burst into laughter and he urged me to run with him. We began to race along the street and Mark let go of my hand.

"Come on old lady get a move on!" Mark called over his shoulder at me.

"Oh my God I can't believe you called me old!" I tried to run faster so I could catch up to that ass in front of me and kick it.

"Oh yeah baby, one more birthday and you'll be twenty! Ha!" Mark slowed his pace so I could catch up.

"You're not so young yourself ya old geezer!" I teased, "You look like you're running out of breath all ready!"

Mark stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. I didn't have time to think before I slammed right into him. He held his ground and grabbed my arms in his strong fingers.

"Now you listen to me Jaimie, I am NOT a geezer, that's Derek's department, he's the one that's almost thirty." Mark moved his face closer to mine and for the first time in the six years I'd known him, the smell of his cologne and just the smell of him started to make my heart beat a little faster.

Now I don't think I'm ugly - I've got clear skin, big blue eyes, straight teeth (my parents shelled out a fortune for that), my hair is long and dirty blonde, and I'm definitely fit, but for some strange reason, I'd never had a date all through high school and even after. Not for lack of trying mind you, I'd worn all the nice tight fitting clothes, and I'd played sports with the guys to get into their circles. I'd tutored the jocks, and I'd even gone to all the parties and got drunk. But not once was I asked out, and not once had I been kissed either. I swear I'd blacked out at a few parties, but when I awoke the next morning, everything still felt intact, so I'm sure I'm still a virgin too.

Mark, on the other hand, has to beat the ladies off him. He's got scruffy brown hair, and these deep pools of brown eyes that you can lose yourself in some days. He's got dimples when he smiles his killer smile, and his teeth would blind you they're so perfect. He's cuter than I don't know what, he's got a rock hard body, and has never been ashamed to show it off. He keeps up with his share of dates, and I do believe he's pleasured every one of those lucky girls. Nevermind the fact that he's the star of the basket-ball team, and he plays hockey and swims and plays volleyball too. Everyone knows Mark and every guy envies him.

Mark and I met through our older brothers, they were best friends for a few years before my freak of an idiot brother introduced me to Mark. Now, I know I shouldn't be so hard on Logan, he was responsible for me after our parents' deaths, and he's only acting the part of Dad/big brother as best he can, but ugh, to pick the one girl who's was mean to me throughout high school, Jacklin, aka "the bitch", to be his woman, I'll never know...

"Jaimie, you hurt yourself?" Mark's deep voice brought me out of my daze.

"Yeah, just having a hard time breathing, that's all." I thought about complimenting him on his damned fine aroma, but we'd never been like that with each other, we were 'plutonic' friends. Mark's the womanizer beyond belief and I'm just some wallflower who can't get a date.

"Well you better jump start those lungs if you think you're going to try to beat me at b-ball." Mark shoved me backwards but held my arms until I regained my balance.

"You suck so hard at b-ball, I don't know why they even keep you on the team!" I gave him a playful shove in the shoulder and he grabbed my long blonde ponytail as I tried to get away. "OW!"

"What's the matter princess? Can't keep up with the big boys?" Mark gave a light yank on my hair before letting go.

"Well considering, I've never been able to play with the big boys, I'd have to say I'm not sure how." I tried to make a joke but it came out wrong and I almost started to cry. A huge lump formed in my throat and the last words sounded choked.

Mark instinctively pulled me back into his embrace and squeezed me tight.

"Don't worry baby, I'll show ya how us big boys play."

I looked up into his deep brown eyes and for a second I could've sworn I saw them twinkling. Was he seriously coming onto me? After all this time? No, there's no way he'd be like that. We were best friends and that was it.

"Gee thanks." I rubbed my face into his shoulder for a second to attempt to wipe any traces of tears off my cheeks and onto his shirt.

"Okay, enough of this crap, let's go so I can beat your ass!" Mark kissed my forehead and let go of me at the same time. He started to jog along the street again towards his house.

"Wait up Marky!" I yelled as I lagged behind him. 

He burst out laughing, turned around to run backwards, tripped and fell flat on his ass. I caught up with him and fell on the ground beside him, dying of laughter. He sat up and made a grab for me. I jumped away and squealed. He lunged for me again and managed to grab a hold of my foot. My shoe came off and he held my ankle tightly.

"Don't tickle me! Don't you dare!" I pleaded.

"I wanna see you wet yourself." He shook his head and grinned wickedly.

"Marky, you know I will! I always do! Now let me go!" I whined. He thought for a minute and then a sly gleam appeared in his eyes. He let out an evil laugh and let my foot go.

"Uh-oh. Oh no! You better behave yourself!" I warned.

"Oh of course. I wouldn't dream of anything else." He smirked and stood up. I pulled my shoe back on and stood up too. He immediately snatched me up into his arms and flung me over his shoulder.

"Mark-y!" I whined and held onto the back pockets of his jeans. "If you drop me..." I warned as I inhaled his musky scent. I immediately realized that I had always loved the way he smelled.

"Wouldn't dream of it. And ruin your pretty little face?"

"Just hold onto me tightly." I said seriously.

"Okay, okay." He laughed and headed towards his house again.

He walked up the driveway and right into the house about two minutes later.

Derek - Mark's twenty-three year old brother, and my older brother's best friend - was in the kitchen.

"Mark! Where ya been?" Derek called out. Mark took me into the kitchen and stood in front of Derek.

"Finding a good contestant in the new game show: Test the Temperature of the Water in our Pool." Mark replied seriously.

"Derek! Don't you dare let him! Please don't! I beg of you." I cried out.

"Don't even think about it bro. She's my prisoner." Mark laughed and headed out the sliding doors and onto the deck. He walked about three steps towards the pool before I started to kick and struggle.

"Put me down!" I shrieked.

"If you say so." Mark replied and held me out over the pool. I screamed and tried to grab him.

"NO! Don't drop me!" I cried out helplessly and then decided I wasn't going to win so I held onto Mark's large forearms as hard as I could and hoped he wouldn't drop me into the water.

"Jaimie! Hold on!" I heard Derek yell.

"Back off Der-!" Mark's voice was shrill as he saw Derek running towards us. Derek came to a halt as he slammed into Mark. I flew out of Mark's grip and landed in the pool. Mark lost his balance, grabbed onto Derek, and they both fell in.

I came up choking and swam towards the other two. Mark came up first and then Derek.

"You stupid-" I was cut off as Mark clapped his hand over my mouth.

"Don't say it. It wasn't my fault." Mark explained.

"Damn right it was." Derek snapped. "You shouldn't have let her go." 

"Like I had a choice! You hit me so hard I thought my neck was gonna snap!"

"It should have." Derek replied dryly.

"Would you two shut up!" I growled. "You are both freaking idiots! Argument finished." 

"It wasn't my fault!" Mark protested. "I was-" I cut him off this time by pushing him under the water.

"Way to go Jaimie!" Derek laughed and gave me a high-five. Mark pushed me off him and came up sputtering.

"Don't ever do that again!" Mark warned me.

"If you can't take the heat..." I began but Mark threw himself at me. I tried to back up, but realized I was back against the side of the pool already. "Augh!" I screamed as his cold hands clamped down on my shoulders.

"Can't take the heat?" Mark smirked.

"No, you're cold! Your hands are like ice!" I cried and pushed him back.

"Terribly sorry Madam. Here, see how you like this instead." Mark pushed up tight against me. He was freezing cold, although that was hard to notice with the front of his finely sculpted body pressed up against mine. The fact that the water was so cold made my nipples harden and I was sure Mark could feel them through my thin T-shirt and his as well. I sure as hell could feel what the cold water was doing to the member in his pants, no wait, that would've been the opposite effect, uh oh. I thought I'd die if he didn't back off soon. It was all too arousing for me and apparently for him too. Mark was my best friend, nothing more, nothing more was to ever happen between us, we'd made a pact. Although with him so close it was hard...

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More to come! Please comment if you enjoy my stories! I would love to hear your opinons! If you can figure out who my Mark is "loosely" based on, I'd love to hear your ideas too!

Thanks for reading! I'll post the next bit soon! 



Brotherly Love Ch. 01



"I just don't see what the big deal is," Harrison and Hunter said in unison.

"The big deal is that you don't seem to have any girlfriends: either one of you. We want GRANDCHILDREN some day! I'd say 'settle down', but you don't even seem to take a casual interest in ANY girls!" their mother declared.

"As a matter of fact, neither of you seems to have shown any interest in any girls, ever!" their father added.

"Now, Horatio, that is a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it, honey?" Harriet tentatively replied.

"No, not, really, sweetheart, not since they 'dated' those twins in 9th grade. You remember them. What were their names? Danielle and Doreen I believe. They were sweethearts. I don't see what they had against them," Horatio stated.

"We're still here!" Harrison said.

"You don't need to talk about us as if we're not in the room!" Hunter complained.

"And there was nothing wrong with them," Harrison explained.

"We were just not interested in them," Hunter finished.

"Do you guys have ESP?" their mom teased them again with a long-standing joke.

"Of course, we're telepaths!" Hunter responded.

"We're identical twins!" Harrison joined in.

"We can finish each other's sentences!" they both said at once.

"Yeah, I still call you guys by the wrong names sometimes! I can't even tell you apart at 22! You still pretended to be each other!" Horatio exclaimed.

"Hell, they did that to me just last week! I went all day calling them by the wrong names until they finally gave up their joke!" Harriet snorted.

"Yeah, we laughed our asses off on that one!" they roared with laughter again.

"Well, I didn't find it that funny!" their mother retorted.

"We did!" the boys exclaimed.

"Now, boys, must you tease your mother that way?" their dad replied, trying to smother a chuckle.

"YES! It's fun!" they returned.

"Can we get back on the subject?" Harriet asked, with mounting frustration at their evasion.

"We're not little boys anymore, Mother!" Harrison answered.

"We'll get married when we're good and ready!" Hunter backed him.

"We're not getting anywhere arguing about this! We need to open the shop, dear," Horatio commented.

"You're right, honey. The computers won't wait. Still, I hope to see them married and raising kids sometime this century!" Harriet said with exasperation.

"Are you boys going to get dressed soon, or are you going to sit around in your boxers all day? When you start working at the shop, you will have a work schedule, you know," their dad commented.

"Nah, we figured that we would strip, then sit around and eat all of Mom's leftovers today! I believe there is still Mom's Southern fried chicken left from last night," Harrison sarcastically replied.

"Yeah, and the 6-pack of Guinness in the fridge will be perfect to start it off with!" Hunter chimed in.

"I think I've seen Jack Daniels' in the liquor cabinet for after the beer is all gone," Harrison taunted.

"Okay, that's enough, boys! I don't mind the beer, but you'd better leave me some JD! The next thing I know, you guys will be the resident winos in a nudist colony!" Horatio joked.

"Hmm... nudist colony, that's not a bad idea! We won't have worry about the latest fashions!" Hunter taunted them.

"Watch it, bro!" Harrison scowled at his brother's hidden put-down.

"Enough of that, guys! I swear there is way too much testosterone in this house! I'd better not come home and find you stone cold drunk again! The fried chicken is fine, but you had better leave my pan of lasagna alone: it's for dinner tonight," their mom warned them.

"Aw, Mom, you're taking away all of our fun! What kind of world has it become, when we can't get drunk before breakfast? The Germans do it all of the time!" they reply in unison.

"No, boys, the Germans drink with their breakfast! Besides, this is America, home of blue laws and Prohibition!" their father corrected them teasingly.

"Aw, mere technicality, with breakfast or before breakfast what's the difference!" Hunter scoffed.

"Yeah, I suggest we toss back the JD and chase it with beer! Dad can always buy more!" Harrison made it worse.

"Come on, honey. Let's go to work, before these wino sons of ours drive us nuts!" Harriet giggled at their last remark.

"But, you love us, anyway!" they retorted.

"Yeah, let's go to work! And leave my JD alone!" Horatio decided that he wasn't taking any chances.

As they watched their parents pull out of the driveway, the twins looked at each other and grinned, knowing they had evaded the subject of girls (YUCK!) yet again. They were becoming experts at it! Like the legend about some identical twins claimed, they could read minds. They could also feel each other's emotional and physical pain.

"Think maybe we should go ahead and tell Mom and Dad the truth?" Harrison asked half-seriously.

"What, that we're gay? Nah, that would spoil all of the fun we have taunting them!" Hunter shot back.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. They would accept it too easily. What's life without a little conflict with our parents?" Harrison agreed.

"They're too easy. I want them to sweat a little, before we tell them the truth and let them relax! Besides, they'll get grandkids one day! We've agreed that we'll adopt," Hunter snickered.

"OR I could try the old-fashioned way a couple of times and give us good-looking kids!" Harrison egged the jealous Hunter on.

"The hell you will! I don't want to experience sex with a woman, even if it is through our special bond," Hunter started, before realizing what Harrison was doing to him. Then he really reacted, grabbing his brother's package in a vise-like grip, "Besides, I refuse to share THIS with anyone, brother. It's my toy!"

"Alright, alright, already, just release the grip a tad, PLEASE!" Harrison, for once, begged his brother.

"Ah, I finally got you to beg me for something! That's what you get for talking about sick things like sex with a WOMAN! Gross!" Hunter snorted as he eased up his grip (though not releasing it completely). He also relaxed a bit himself, since he had suffered a bit through his physical connection to his brother. Sometimes, that kind of empathy and link between him and his twin was not so great.

"Look on the bright side, bro. At least, you haven't eaten breakfast yet. Speaking of breakfast, if you don't let go, it will be delayed for a while," Harrison remarked.

"Who said that I was hungry for breakfast? I was thinking more about taking you back to bed!" Hunter replied, releasing Harrison's dick.

Hunter took off his boxers and casually strolled back toward their bedroom, knowing that Harrison would follow him. They had refused to let their parents separate them, even to the extent of sharing a queen-size bed.

Frankly, it had surprised him how little resistance his mom and dad had shown to them sleeping together. Then again, his mother had even commented on how identical twins fared better when sharing a bed in infancy. She had decided not to risk doing harm to them, in case it still affected them as adults. She figured that she should leave it up to them (being an overprotective mother). Dad had left the nurturing part of parenthood to his wife. He had also noticed their connection and simply accepted her judgment in this case.

Harrison walked into their very neat bedroom (wondering how his parents had never figured out that they were gay) and saw his brother pulling back their sheets. Hunter was even fussier than Harrison was. He always insisted on making their bed every morning before they left the room.

"God, I don't know why you made the bed this morning. You knew we'd be back in it! You're like a walking cliché of our lifestyle! How in the world Mom and Dad have not at least guessed that you are gay is beyond me!" Harrison goaded his brother.

"ME, what about you and your obsession with style, Versace Junior, hell, I can't even wear my favorite polo shirt, because it's no longer in style according to you! I'm surprised that Mom and Dad still think you're just METRO sexual. Metro sexual, my ass you're a genuine homo. Harrison the Homo," Hunter returned.

"Hmm... Well, 'Hunter' is about to become the hunted, because speaking of your ass...," Harrison teased as he removed his own shorts, kissed him on the mouth, and grabbed his butt-cheeks to pull him closer.

They had been lovers since they had first discovered sex. They had known that they were different since grade school. It wasn't until junior high that they realized they were gay. They had never been interested in girls, outside of a purely platonic sense.

Hunter embraced his twin and deepened the kiss with some tongue. He ground his hardened cock onto his brother's, while slipping his hands down to Harrison's ass. He massaged his lover's butt-cheeks. He never could seem to get enough of his brother.

The brothers lowered each other gently onto the bed, their hands roaming each other's bodies. Harrison rolled Hunter onto his back. Hunter raised his legs up, hooking them onto Harrison's shoulders.

"Lube me up, bro. I love to see you do it," Harrison commanded.

Hunter reached for the lube on the nightstand and applied it to his brother's dick.

After Hunter had lubed his cock, Harrison looked into his eyes and eased his dick into his lover's ass. He never got enough of his brother's ass. Somehow, anal appealed to him even more than having his cock sucked. He was just glad that he and Hunter had been fucking each other long enough for them not to have problems with the increase in size to 11 inches! Otherwise, their first time together would have been very painful!

Hunter was having some difficult keeping himself from cumming already, due to the effect that his brother's massive manhood had on his prostate. He restrained himself with an amusing thought: so many women craved a cock that big, but there were two of that size that they would never get to enjoy! Some girls had even commented that it was a "waste of good meat."

They had gay friends who envied them too, come to think of it! They had never been tempted to stray, as they were obsessed with each other. Hell, they could even stare at their own reflections in the mirror for hours! There was no need to, of course, when they could stare at each other instead. They were totally identical, all the way down to the size of their bodies, not to mention their tastes in clothing and food.

"Hunter, the only thing that I love more than your cock and ass is your naughty mind! I am certain that you are milking me, you rotten scoundrel! I want to be able to last a little longer than last time! At the rate that I am going, I will have to invest in cock rings, because I am too young for Viagra! Now, quit milking me, so I can last longer!" Harrison groaned, as he tried desperately to prevent his own release.

"Nah, it is too much fun to stop! Besides, I am very close to shooting my load, and I want us to do it at the same time! Not to mention the fact that I can hear our stomachs growling, so we need to think of food too! I can still smell the bacon that Mom fried in the kitchen! I swear that you sometimes think with your cock!" Hunter shot back.

"Yeah, and you, mister, think with your stomach! Oh, God, it's not going to be much longer!" Harrison retorted.

Finally, after a tormenting wait, the brothers exploded, with Hunter's cum splattering Harrison's belly. Harrison's own juice filled Hunter's bowels.

"What a mess! I am going to have to wash up again! There is no way I am going to ruin my favorite polo shirt with your spunk! Now, let's go shower first! Then, we can eat, but you get to cook the eggs! I'm not eating cold, scrambled eggs! I will heat up the bacon in the microwave, and don't even think about putting one of your special ingredients in my eggs! If I want something extra, I will ask for cheese or onions, not vanilla or coconut!" Harrison griped.

"What? It was ONLY ONE TIME that I tried that! You wouldn't have known about the vanilla, if I hadn't have said anything! However, I admit, the coconut was a mistake! YUCK, what was going through my brain?" Hunter remarked.

"You were in a tropical, Hawaiian phase, if I recall. Everything had to come from MAUI, it seemed! Hell, you even wanted pineapples on pizza!" Harrison teased him.

"There is nothing wrong with pineapples and Canadian bacon! If you gave it a fair shot, you would like it too! Now, how you can eat coleslaw on hot dogs is beyond me! Everyone knows that you are to suppose to put CHILI and CHEESE on your wieners, not chili, and coleslaw!" Hunter returned the insult.

"I don't know. I just know what I like and dislike! Now, let's hurry and take a shower, damn it! I want to eat, thanks to you and all this talk of food!" his brother urged him.

Since it was a hot summer day, the twins decided to leave the bathroom door open and let some cool air in while they showered.

Hunter had just finished rinsing the soap off him, when he felt his brother's mouth on his dick. Harrison couldn't resist the temptation to seize the opportunity to give his twin a blowjob. He enjoyed the pleasure that he took from their physical connection. Hunter moaned and grabbed a hold of Harrison's head, to guide him into a comfortable rhythm. He was still surprised that they were able to take all of each other's members at once, without any gag reflex. They eliminated through practice (plenty of practice) long ago.

"Damn, Harrison, I nearly slipped and fell when you started that! Next time, give me a heads up, please!" Hunter commented.

"I DID! Your head is UP, isn't it?" Harrison replied, before returning to his brother's mammoth manhood.

Unbeknownst to the twins, their father had come back for some hardware that he needed to fix a client's computer at the shop. He had walked into the house, without making much noise, and walked down the hallway. The high plush carpet had disguised the noise of his footsteps. The house was too quiet, so he wondered where the hoodlums were. Then, he heard the shower running, and saw steam coming from the bathroom. He figured that one of the twins was showering, and wondered why his son had left the door open. For that matter, where was the other one? He heard no TV or radio running.

As he got to the bathroom, Horatio stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Harrison's last comment. He looked into the bathroom and saw his twins in the shower, with Harrison on his knees, sucking what looked to be the goddamned BIGGEST cock he had seen in a long time! The damn thing was even bigger than his 9 1/2 inches! He was shocked into silence for a few minutes, as he watched what was happening in front of him! That solved the riddle of where the other son was! That also explained a lot of questions that he had dismissed.

Hunter was cumming when that he heard his father declare with surprise, "So this is why you guys don't have any girlfriends!"

Harrison looked up at Hunter with some embarrassment and told him, "Well, bro, I guess the gig is up now. On the bright side, we don't have to evade Mom's girlfriend questions anymore! Now, how about giving me my blowjob!" as he swallowed his brother's cum.

"Will you two PLEASE come out here, so we can talk like MEN? And there will be no evasion of these questions, boys," their dad exclaimed with some impatience.

"Sure, Dad, but, can I get off first, please?" Harrison answered half-begged, since he was frustrated with only feeling his twin's orgasm, not his own. He also knew that Hunter was feeling some of his agony.

"NO, damn it! That can wait until after we have a long overdue 'chat'!" Horatio replied with some amusement, unaware of their full twin connection.

Both boys, laughing, stepped out of the shower.

"You wanted to talk, Dad? Where's Mom, and why are you back so soon?" they played coy.

"YES, I wanted to talk! Your mom is at the shop, installing software on some computers. Besides, I am back to get some memory chips that I forgot to grab this morning! Now, will you two please follow me to kitchen, so we can sit and talk like men?" Dad replied with evident exasperation.

"Sure, Dad," Harrison replied.

Then, Hunter added, "Certainly, and I will scramble some eggs while we talk! Harrison, you still need to heat that bacon back up!"

"Fine, as long as we can all talk! God, you guys think with stomachs half of the time!" Horatio threw up his hands.

"Yeah, the other half, he is thinking with his DICK!" Harrison snorted.

"Not as much as you do! You're the one who gave me the BJ! If you hadn't, Dad wouldn't have found out so soon!" Hunter declared.

"You enjoyed every minute of it!" Harrison exclaimed.

"So did you!" Hunter pointed out.

"Yeah, but I didn't get to feel my own," Harrison objected.

"Boys, that's beside the point! I should have known long before now! Could you guys have at least closed the fucking bathroom door?" Dad interjected.

"But no one was home! Besides, it was too hot in there to close the bathroom door!" Hunter explained.

"It's a good thing you didn't come back about 20 minutes sooner! You would have really been stunned!" Harrison pointed out.

"Now, that is really TMI! Just how long has this been going on?" their dad finally posed the question he wanted answered.

"How long has WHAT been going on?" they asked in unison.

"Alright, boys, that is enough! Just tell me the truth!" Horatio said with mounting exasperation.

"Well, we knew we were different since grade school," Hunter finally told him, as he had mercy on his bewildered father, as he scrambled and cooked fresh eggs.

Harrison picked up from there, saying, "In junior high, we figured out that we were gay and started experimenting," as he cooked his bacon in the microwave.

Hunter finished, "In high school, we completed the transaction. We only dated those other twins to keep you and Mom off our backs, while we tried to figure out what was going on with us."

"Yeah, since then, we have just had too much fun evading Mom's questions to tell both of you," Harrison observed.

"What about my GRANDCHILDREN, which you promised us?" Dad complained.

"Damn Dad, is that all you and Mom EVER think about? Grandchildren?" both boys exclaimed.

"Yeah, he just found out that his sons are gay lovers, and he is more worried about GRANDCHILDREN!" Hunter replied, while popping bread into the toaster.

"Go figure. Mom will probably say the same thing," Harrison laughed.

"Well, what about them?" Dad implored.

"We're going to ADOPT, Dad! You will have your GRANDCHILDREN! They will just have 2 dads, instead of a dad and a mom, although I think that Hunter would make a great Mr. Mom!" Harrison declared with some wicked humor, as he put the bacon on their plates.

"ME a 'Mr. Mom', you are the one who keeps up with girly things like the newest FASHION!" Hunter retaliated, while adding the scrambled eggs to the plates beside the bacon.

"You're the one who can't stand a dirty room!" Harrison commented while adding Potatoes O'Brien that their mom had made earlier, along with the buttered toast.

"Okay, so my grandkids will have 2 MOMS, instead!" Dad remarked, teasing them about their girlish interests.

"DAD!" both boys exclaimed, as they grabbed their plates and walked to the table, still butt-naked. Dad had not given them a chance to dress, and they didn't feel like bothering.

"What? If you boys can tease each other about being 'girly', I can tease you, too!" he laughed, "So, is this why you boys refused to be separated all of your lives? I guess the warning signs have been there all along! You NEVER wanted to join me on hunting trips! I suppose that your mom and I shouldn't have named one of you Hunter!"

"Speaking of Mom, how will she react?" they both asked.

"You mean besides from having a MASSIVE coronary and complaining about no grandkids? If you guys joke about it like you did with me, she will probably take it pretty well in time. That is not counting a little frustration at trying to get a STRAIGHT answer from the two of you hoodlums! Forgive the question, but you guys do use condoms, right?" Dad poked fun at them.




Brotherly Love Ch. 01



"Why would we need condoms, Dad? It's not as if I can get your little girl pregnant! She is too jealous to be anything but exclusive with her, after all! That solves the worry about catching STDs. You can't even joke about doing it with someone else, even if it is to give you two grandkids!" Harrison needled his brother.

"Harrison, I am going to KILL you for that comment! In addition, I told you before I will not share my toys! As far as getting me PREGNANT is concerned, that remark is getting your ass kicked later! Better yet, I will show you who the woman is in this relationship!" Hunter replied, grabbing his own cock as a warning.

"Okay, I have heard enough! There is such a thing as TMI, boys! I'm grabbing the chips and going back to work, where my life is normal! I'll be nice, and let you guys tell your poor mother the 'good news' when she and I get home, which will be early today. I suspect that your mom will need to enjoy 'happy hour' tonight! Speaking of which, one of you 'gals', I mean, guys needs to go 'shopping' for some cocktail stuff. She will want a 'hurricane' tonight, I think. By the way, you didn't really drink my JD, did you?" he reacted.

"Not yet!" they said in unison, while finishing up their breakfast.

"Not YET? Well, if you do, make sure that you replace it when you go to the liquor store! Here is some money. Go ahead and restock the liquor cabinet, anyway. Something tells me we may need it to deal with your GRANDPARENTS, when they come over this weekend," he noted.

"Dad, we're not going to have to tell them yet, are we?" they asked in fear. They knew about their parents' reaction, but their grandparents (BOTH SETS) were a different matter altogether.

"Yes! There is no reason why we shouldn't!" Horatio replied.

Harrison and Hunter exchanged a look that screamed that they should escape that weekend. Their dad saw the exchanged look.

"Oh, no, you don't! You are explaining this, along with us! You're not leaving us to do your dirty work!" he scolded them.

"BUT DAD, we don't need to tell them right now!" they cried.

"What, are you afraid of 4 harmless old people?" their dad replied, keeping a straight face.

"YES!" was all the boys said in unison.

Their dad roared with laughter, "Yeah, I can see how you feel that way. Hell, I was scared just asking your mom's parents for permission to date her, much less marry her! My parents had a cow when I told them I was getting married fresh out of college."

"Uh, Dad you're not helping matters any! If you keep up the talk of how scary they are, we will leave before you get home tonight! Just to make sure we get out of here before they show up tomorrow," Hunter replied.

Harrison agreed, "We're not going to stick around for lectures, right, Hunter? If they start preaching at us, we will get the hell out of Dodge! I hope that they won't do that to us! We're only the grandkids!"

"Besides, they love us! They will lecture you! Knowing grandparents, they will find some reason that it was your fault!" Hunter chimed in.

"Alright, boys, that's enough! I've got to get back to work, before your mother calls me to find out what's taking so long!" Dad finally gave up.

"Sure, Dad, can we borrow about a hundred dollars each?" the boys asked with innocent smiles.

"No, you have your own bank account, thank you very much!" Horatio shook his head as he went out the door.

Just as Horatio walked out of the house, the phone rang. Harrison and Hunter pointed at each other, knowing that it was their mother.

Hunter finally caved and answered the phone, using the speaker so that Harrison doesn't get out of talking to her, "Sonic, we deliver! How may we help you?"

"HARRISON HENRY HUGO! How many have I told you not to answer the phone that way?" their mom screamed through the phone.

"MOTHER, it wasn't me! It was Hunter! Must you use my full name?" Harrison protested.

"HUNTER HOUSTON HUGO, you knew that Harrison would have been blamed for that one! He always uses that line when answering the phone!" she scolded Hunter.

"Yes, and that's what he gets for not answering the FUCKING phone! Oh, Dad, just left, he figured that you would be calling," he replied.

"Well, what has taken so long? The customer just called, wanting to pick up the computer," Harriet demanded.

"Dad walked in on Harrison giving me a BJ, and demanded to know what was going on," Hunter explained, knowing that his mother would take it as a joke.

"VERY funny, Hunter, will you quit teasing me all the time? Now, you're coming up with new jokes! Tired of the same old ones?" Mom reprimanded him, though not without a slight question about whether it was really a joke.

"Okay, if you don't want to believe me. Just ask Dad when he gets there," he returned.

"Hunter, that is NOT funny! She wasn't supposed to hear that! I'm going to kill you!" Harrison exclaimed.

"Alright, boys, that's enough! If ANYONE kills somebody in that house, it will be ME doing the killing! I've got to get back to work! I'll see you guys after work!" she said.

"Bye, Mommy!" they teased her in their "little boy" voices, right before she hung up.

"You did that on purpose so that Dad will have to explain everything, didn't you!" Harrison laughed.

"Yep it would serve him right for making us tell Grams and Granddad, not to mention Mamaw and Papaw," Hunter replied, as he started clearing the table.

"So, I wash and you dry this time?" Harrison teased his brother.

"Hell, no, that's why we have a dishwasher with jet dry! This is the year 2020, you know. No one uses sinks these days, except for old people like Mom and Dad. You know, we might want to get dressed soon and get some more liquor. I would rather get that over with early, instead of delaying it. They might be home early, after Mom checks out our story with Dad," Hunter roared with laughter.

After quickly loading up the dishwasher, the boys got dressed and left for the liquor store. They had to replenish the liquor cabinet, after all. They made a shopping list of what they needed to replenish.

"Don't forget to add extra tequila, babe," Harrison reminded Hunter.

"Don't worry, I remembered the tequila. Extra worms, right?" Hunter needled his sibling.

"Yuck! You get the kind with worms, and you're drinking it by yourself!" Harrison recoiled with disgust.

"Relax, dear. I can't stand that kind, either," Hunter reassured his lover.

Hunter pulled into the liquor store, and they both walked inside, while noticing the cute clerk. Their "gaydar" picked up immediately.

"He's kind of cute, isn't he?" Hunter spoke without even attempting to lower his voice.

"Says the jealous, obsessed lover? So, it's okay for you to joke about other guys, but not me, huh?" Harrison retorted, his own jealousy surprising him.

Hunter was rather shocked himself at the realization that his twin was jealous! Harrison never showed any signs of jealousy before, but he could feel it through his psychic connection. He decided that it was his brother's turn to be provoked.

While Harrison picked out some bottles of gin and vodka, Hunter noted the clerk "checking" them out. He gave the man a knowing grin to him, indicating that he knew that the cashier was gay.

Hunter then picked up their tequila, they got the rest of the supplies, and they went up to the counter. The clerk rather boldly flirted with Hunter, assuming that he was available.

"So, are you free tomorrow night? I know a great bar nearby, if you're interested," he asked him out.

"No, he's not free tonight! He's taken, buddy!" Harrison said angrily, slipping his arm possessively around his brother.

"Look, I know that the law says you can fuck your brother, but that doesn't mean that you have to keep him to yourself. Didn't your parents teach you to share your toys?" the clerk remarked.

"Yes, they tried, but I still refused to learn," Harrison reacted to the statement.

"And you call me jealous, huh? You're one to talk," Hunter pointed out Harrison's jealousy.

"That was before someone actually flirted with you, babe. Face it, we're more identical than even we knew," he responded, as they paid for the liquor.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just assumed that you weren't exclusive. I figured that you were just fucking each other. Casual incest is more common, since the Supreme Court made that ruling that you can have incest," the clerk apologized.

"No harm done. I didn't realize that I was that jealous, but, for the record, we are exclusive. I do know a couple of guys that are available," Harrison answered.

"Yeah, we'll tell them to come in and say hello. Well, we have to go. Mom and Dad are liable to be home any minute. Dad just found out and is probably telling Mom right now. Check you later," Hunter added, while they headed to the exit.

"Better you than me. My mom had a cow when she found out. She was worried about not having grandkids," the cashier replied.

"Yeah, that's all Dad worried about too," Harrison said, as they left the store. They could hear the cashier laughing.

As they opened the garage door, they noted their parents' car. They knew that Dad had revealed it to either Mom, or used lunch as an excuse to come home, so they could tell her. Knowing Dad, it was the latter, and he evaded Mom's questions.



Brotherly Love Ch. 01



"Put a shirt on! Gawd," Luna complained to her brother, Shawn. Shawn had the sexiest body that Luna had ever seen. But he was her brother! That was just... disgusting! She shivered at the thought. She was always complaining about his habit of walking around shirtless, making up one excuse or another, but the truth was, she couldn't deal with it. His abs were just so perfect... and his chest... And how could she forget about his pelvis? The way his bones were so defined, leading down to what must have been a luscious... "Now damnit!" she screamed, snapping out of her daydream.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'," Shawn replied, closing the refrigerator door and heading up to his room, purposefully showing her his naked torso, just to bug her. She screeched and threw a plastic cup at him. He dodged it and headed upstairs, laughing. He pushed open his door, still chuckling, and hopped into his chair, setting down the can of coke on his table.

He pressed to turn his computer screen back on and leaned back in his chair. He was shirtless for a reason. He'd ruined too many shirts to make that mistake again. He clicked open the internet window and scrolled down until he'd found what he'd been looking for: Cami, his absolute favorite porn star. Only nineteen years old, the same age as him and his twin sister, she was unbelievably experienced and had the tightest body that Shawn had come across.

He pulled down his waistband and reached into his boxers, massaging his foreskin as he pressed 'play' on the video. He immediately paused it again and looked around his room. Headphones, that's what he needed. He found some and plugged them in, placing them on his head, he got situated and pressed play again.

Downstairs, Luna was barely keeping herself together. She'd had a dream the night before that had greatly disturbed her. It'd been about Shawn, about losing her virginity to him. Even though she wasn't a virgin, for some reason, that's the way she'd dreamed it. She'd woken up sweaty and horny, in the middle of the night, and to her disgust, she'd masturbated to the dream, she just couldn't help herself.

She got up slowly and made her way up the stairs, shaking ever so slightly, breathing deeply and trying to keep herself from having a fit. She passed Shawn's room slower than she usually went, due to her 'condition.' The door was slightly open and she couldn't resist peeking her head in.

Her jaw fell open at the sight of her brother sitting there and watching porn. That wasn't why her jaw fell open, oh no. It was the long, thick, inviting piece of meat that he had. She actually felt a bit of drool run down her chin. She watched as his hand moved up and down it, knowing she could make him feel so much better than his own hand could.

Shawn's eyes widened as he glanced at the corner of the computer monitor. In the black edges, he saw his sister staring at him with something other than disgust. He turned his head but she was gone. She must have seen him looking. He didn't know what to do. He stood up slowly, grabbing a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. Taking a deep breath, he walked to his sister's room, and the door was surprisingly open. He went in, still unsure of what to say, and found his sister curled up on her bed.

"Luna?" Shawn said slowly, his voice quivering.

"What?" she responded, her voice just as uneven.

Shawn sat on the edge of her bed and looked around the room. "Honestly Lun, I don't exactly know what to say. I know it would be easiest for both of us to pretend that didn't just happen, but I don't think that's a good idea."

Slowly, Luna turned to face her brother but she refused to make eye contact with him. "I, uh, drushedmahebuhu," she said. Or, that was what it sounded like she said.

"What?" Shawn asked her.

"I dreamed about you last night," she told him, looking at her ceiling "I dreamed about you last night, and the night before, and every night for the past month," she admitted to him, her eyes finally meeting his. "And I had no idea what to do about it. You're my brother, Shawn!" she paused and bit her lower lip, and for the first time, Shawn realized how cute that habbit of hers was. "So," she said slowly "I fucked Evan," she took another breath and this time Shawn interrupted her.

"WHAT?!?" he asked, shocked "You fucked Evan? My best friend, Evan?"

"Yeh," Luna replied "I thought that maybe it was just my hormones going crazy, and maybe losing my virginity would help. Evan was the first person that I could think of that actually cares for me,"

"And?" Shawn responded, so many things running through his mind at that moment "Did it help?"

"Obviously not, Shawn," Luna said "Otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation. It actually made it worse," she sat up suddenly and looked at him with pain in her eyes. "Shawn, it felt so good. And it kept running through my mind, but it wasn't good enough. Evan wasn't who I wanted to fuck, not really! Shawn, I can't believe I'm telling you this, but every moment that I was with Evan, I wished it was you inside of me." Luna looked away again, biting her lip once more. She sat back slightly, her breasts moving with her, drawing Shawn's eyes momentarily. "But I'm your sister. And even if I weren't... I'm nothing like those girls you date. I don't dress like a total slut, I don't like make-up, I like reading... Hell, Shawn, I'll admit it, I'm a nerd. Even if I weren't you sister, I'd never even get you to look at me," Luna told him all of this, her feelings and thoughts spilling out.

"Luna," Shawn said slowly "I've said this before, but this time... It's different. Not from your brother's point of view, from a guy's point of view. You're sexy. You just don't show it off like other women. And I don't know, in some ways... It's more exciting that way. There's more mystery in it. You're not just a girl to fuck, Luna, you're a goddess in disguise."

"You don't really believe that," Luna said defiantly "Besides, maybe I want to be one of the girls you bring home when mom and dad are out. Maybe I want to get all the boys to turn their heads when I walk into a room."

"I'll teach you," Shawn told her, surprising the both of them, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he meant them. He couldn't stand seeing his sister like that, and if he had to fuck her brains out and turn her into a whore, just to make her feel better, he'd do it.



Brotherly Love Ch. 01



Chapter One: Blind Date

"Really Tammy," I said a she tied the blind fold around my face. 

"Come on Kat. You can't have a blind date without really being blind," she teased. 

"It's not like I will be able to see who is in that closet anyways. It'll be dark in there," I said as I folded my arms across my chest. I was nervous as all get out, and I could not believe that I was actually listening to Tammy for once. I was wearing my skinny jeans and a Marilynn Monroe tee shirt. At least he could not judge me for my own looks. He too would be blindfolded and waiting in the closet. 

"We want to make sure you don't know who is in there no matter what. And no telling him your name! You get to see each other, when the door opens," said Macy from a distance. I heard some girls giggle, and my hands grew sweaty. The game Blind Date was basically all the guys were to hide in the closets and the girls were to go in blindfolded and do sexual things for ten minutes. There were only three closets so the girls were picked first and blind folded so that they would not know what guys were chosen for the closets. They were to randomly pick on so that the girls had no idea who was where. 

"I guess," I mumbled as I felt Tammy's hand take hold of mine. 

"Be back in ten minutes girls," she giggled as she drug me down the hall. I nearly fell from the start considering I could not see a thing. My balance caused me to nearly knock something over that was made out of glass. Tammy pushed on though as she led me up the stairs and down the hall. 

"Tammy I don't know...My stomach's sick," I said as I dug in my heels. 

"Don't get cold feet on me now girl...You are nineteen years old for crying out loud," she said as she guided me down the hall.

"But you know I'm still a virgin...What if he tries to do more?" I mumbled nervously as I gripped her hand tightly at the thought. 

"You've given a blow job before Kat. It's not like the sexual world is anything new to you. You can't be a virgin forever, and just go with it," she said as I suddenly felt a hand on my back. 

"Tammy," I said as suddenly I fell forward. I honestly thought I was about to land flat on my face. Hands caught my body, and the sound of a door slamming behind me rang annoyingly loud in my ears. My breath was the only sound in the room as I recovered from my moment of panic. Whoever he was, he was holding me as he helped me stand back up. Neither of us spoke as we stood there in the darkness. He had his arms wrapped around me, and I left my hands on his chest. 

The world was spinning out from underneath me, and I wondered for a moment, if I should faint. He kept me steady as he stood silent, and leaned his forehead against my own. The smell of Red Hot gum was on his lips, causing me to realize just how close he was to my face. Neither of us dared to say a word. Half of my mind screamed to run, and the other half longed to touch him. I stand at five foot eight, and he was taller making him almost six foot. His arms were not like a jocks or gymnasts, but they were strong and sturdy enough to hold onto my one hundred and thirty pound body. I longed to see what he looked like and know his features. I found myself reaching out as I ran my fingers up his neck and onto his jaw line. Fingertips brushed against light stubble of hair, and I heard his breath quicken. My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they ran further up his face to find wide cheeks and beard that was in need of shaving. He twisted his neck and turned his head causing the hair to rub gently against my fingers. A smile crossed the corner of my mouth as I reached up with my right hand and felt soft short hair. His bangs were longer and messy, but the sides were smother cut, but long enough to grab onto and twist through my skin. 

"I," I began when he pressed his mouth against my own. Oh god, my mind was gone as soft lips rubbed gently against my own. He was tender and gentle with me as if, he could sense my hesitation. My body melted into his own as our lips remained unmoving against one another's. He pushed hard and then leaned away, but still his forehead kept against my own. I ran my fingers back down his face and over his lips, and to my surprise he opened his mouth as if to bite my finger. Instead, I felt him suck in on my finger as he pulled it into his mouth. It was my turn to gasp as I felt my heart beat race. My body tingled as I bit my bottom lip in anticipation. Thoughts of that mouth against my chest made me lose my breath. His tongue covered my finger as he bit down lightly and smiled. I felt his lips curl against my skin.

"Oh god," he mumbled after I had pulled out my finger. Before I could reply, my body was against the wall and the blind fold was gone. I had been right, when saying that I would not be able to see a thing. The darkness enveloped us, and all we could do was feel and leave our senses to the work. Lips were against my own again as his tongue invaded my mouth. His hands were in mine as our fingers intertwined with each other's. My arms were in the air above my head against a cold wall. His body leaned into my own, causing chills to run up my spine. His waist ran against my own and I could feel the hardness underneath. My body shivered as my sex drive reached an unbearable height. 

He hesitated as his lips pulled off and remained not even an inch apart. My heart pounded in my skull as my body physically shivered from head to toe as I longed for his lips against my body, against my skin, my chest, my toes, and my vagina. Oh yes, I wanted him everywhere and all over. Never before had I felt like this, when having intimacy with another man. Was it the darkness and the heightened senses that set me off? There was something about him and his touch, the way his teeth lightly nipped at my skin, and the security that I felt with him that caused my skin to crawl. 

"Fuck me," I mumbled as I gritted my teeth together. 

"What?" he mumbled with a smile in his voice. He leaned further away and then rubbed his cheek as against my own causing me to stop breathing.

"Fuck me," I said as his tongue ran smoothly against my cheek. His lips trailed down my jaw line and onto my neck as he began to suck hard. I pulled my hands out of his own and threw them around his neck as my right hand grasped the back of his head and his hair. The other clenched tight to his shoulder blade as my nails dug deep. With a grunt I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my body as tightly too his as I could. The feel of his tight skin and arm muscles as they held my body made me even more enthusiastic. My hips began to hump his body unconsciously as I grabbed hold of his jeans with my toes and dug into his legs. He smelled of Irish Spring and Axe shampoo. I longed to rip his shirt off and feel the muscle beneath the barrier. 

"Uhh!" I groaned as he suddenly fell to his knees. I did not have time to think. Within seconds, he had me on my back and was tugging at my shirt. Large hands pulled my cloth up and over my head, but he remained gentle as he helped unclip my bra strap. His breath was loud as he leaned in and began to suck on my breasts. My eyes rolled back and I dug into his scalp with tense fingers. He sucked hard on the nipples and licked underneath as he rubbed his face against them. 

"Mmmm," I groaned as I leaned up and tugged at his shirt. Taking the hint, he reached down and pulled his shirt off his body. Hands grasped his jeans as I longed to free something else. He leaned over and let his bare chest rub against my own. A sensation ran through my skin as I felt my breasts rub against his warm body. Both of our hands tugged at each other's pants as we unbuttoned them. Our lips never parted as we groaned against each other. 

I shivered at his touch as his naked waist leaned against my now naked body. His lips reattached themselves to my own as his body weight fell against my own. Heat radiated off his onto my cold skin. The feel of his cock against my waist as it rubbed with his twitching caused me to gasp. I lifted my hips, rubbed, and humped against his body as our hands explored each other's bodies. As his lips sucked on my skin, his hands ran against the smooth curves of my stomach. Nails dug into my butt cheeks as his dick brushed the opening of my vagina. A sick feeling clenched my stomach as my mind was torn. I was scared of having sex, but I longed to get as close to him as possible. 

"Oh...fuck me," I begged into his ear in an out of breath voice. 

"What?" he asked again causing me to become irritated.

"Fuck me please," I begged probably sounding like a slut. I did not care though! My body ached, my vagina, literally ached for his touch, and if I had to beg so be it. 

"Say it louder," he commanded as he reached down with his right hand. Fingers touched my clitoris gently as he rubbed my skin in small circles. My breath caught as my eyes closed and I leaned back my head. He licked his fingers then put them back down and continued to rub. 

"Fuck me!" I begged as I almost screamed. 

"Louder!" he commanded as he shoved one finger into my vagina. 

"Fuck me!" I screamed as I felt something enter my body for the first time. I felt the walls of my vagina tense as they clenched the skin of his large finger. He began to pump it in and out with a steady pace. He leaned his forehead against my own and listened to my groaning as he finger fucked me. I felt his fingers suddenly reached further inside and a pain increased inside. 

"Mmmm...oh please...please...Fuck Me!" I screamed into his ear as I pushed him up. Within seconds, I had him up on his knees and I was sucking on his cock. It was his turn to groan as his hands gripped my long brown hair. With my left hand, I gripped the lower half of his cock and stroked it gently. My mouth enveloped the top half as I sucked hard on the tip and licked underneath. My mouth moved evenly and I even stopped to suck on his balls for a moment. Groans and moans came from both of us and I sucked hard and fast on his dick. 

"Stop," came a mumble. His hands pulled me off and pushed me to the ground as he shoved his cock inside of my vagina. "Wait," he began and I knew he must have been thinking about the pill.

"I'm on the pill," I moaned. 

"You sure?" he asked sounding hesitant. 

"Yes! Please now fuck me!" I yelled as I reached up and pulled him down over me. He buried his face into my neck, and his cock pressed deeper into my body. Something felt so familiar about him, and for a moment, I wondered which guy it was. I had not thought about it before, but there were only so many guys at the party, and I had to have been having sex with one of them. However, the first time feeling caused all logic to fade, all thoughts to fade, as the overwhelming pain gripped my insides. 

"I'm sorry love," he mumbled as I moaned into his ear from the pain that gripped my waist as he began to pump his cock in and out at a rapid pace. My arms wrapped around his body and nails dug into the skin on his back. My legs wrapped around his waist, but did not hold on tight as he leaned back to fuck my shaking body. Sweat poured from both our bodies as his lips took hold of mine. His tongue entered my mouth and I sucked hard. His body and waist rubbed against my clitoris causing the pain to subside from an unbearable pop to a sudden good feeling from within. I was no longer a virgin, but I would have time to dwell on that later. At the moment, a deep orgasm was rising through my bones. 

"Oh god I'm almost there," he mumbled into my mouth as his body tensed. I was about to reply, when suddenly the feeling of his cock against my tight vagina was more than I could take. I moaned against him as I felt a sweet sensation rise through my waist. I felt myself orgasm against him, and a muffled scream met his lips as my vagina's lips tensed and tightened around his cock. Within seconds, he let out similar moan and leaned back as his cock twitched deep inside my body. He was silent as we both caught our breath. My body ached and my mind grew tired as I tried to breathe. 

"Oh god you were a virgin," he groaned as he leaned up. His cock slid out from my vagina, and I leaned up as well. To my surprise, he did not go for his clothes. Instead, he leaned down, and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Don't leave yet...I never want to let you go," he whispered lighting a spark within my brain and body. I knew him, but for some reason I could not put a face to the voice. My mind raced as I tried to recall what guys I had seen at the party before the game. Had they tricked me by bringing in more guys later that the girls did not know about? 

"I thought if I told you I was a virgin you might not," I said unable to finish. 

"You thought I'd say no," he sighed as he reached out into the darkness to touch my face. He pushed the strands away from my face, took hold, and let it rest within his hands. God he sounded familiar! My brain was so tired though that it was hard to even want to think. He pressed his lips against my own, and I leaned in sighing with happiness. Luck had seen it fit to send me a guy. 

"Sorry!" said a voice as a light hit my eyes. I opened them to see the door to the closet open. Gary, Tammy's ex boyfriend stood in the doorway with another guy behind him. I squinted into the light to see who my 'mystery man' was from the darkness. 

"Oh my god!" cried the guy as I turned to lay my eyes upon Zac. I had just had sex with Zac!

"Ahhh!" I yelled back in unison as I reached up to cover my chest. 

"Oh lordy," said Tammy's ex before slamming the door back shut. 

"No, no, no," I said as I searched in the dark for my clothes. Zac must have decided to do the same, and our naked bodies bumped into one another. 

"Sorry," he mumbled as he pushed away. 

"I can't believe...I mean...The things," I said as I sat down onto my butt and put my head into my hands. I really had just had sex with my stepbrother! I mean you do not have sex with your stepbrother, even if he is not by blood. That is still just not right. 

"I'm sorry Kat...I should have known it was you...I mean we...If we," he stuttered as I heard him zip up his pants. He threw something at me and I realized it was my shirt. Hurriedly, I began to dress. To think moments before, we had been making out and sucking on each other's skin! The thought caused my stomach to curl...The worst part was that I had loved every moment of our sex. My stomach twisted and turned, and silence enveloped us as we hurriedly dressed. Even worse Tammy's ex had seen us together naked, and he surely would have told everyone by now...This had to be the most humiliating moment of my life. 

"Kat," he called as I found the doorknob and swung open the door. "Wait," he called. 

"No...I can't," I said as I felt a lump rise in my throat. My first time at sex and it was with my own stepbrother. My heart pounded in my heading causing it to hurt. I had not even put my bra back on as I ran down the steps. Voices met awkward glances and me as they stared up from the living room floor below. I kept on running though, down the steps, and out the front door. 

"Kat," called a voice, but I was all ready pulling out my keys and in my car. "Kat wait," said a voice from the front porch. I could not think straight as panic set in deep into my chest. The thought of us having sex caused my stomach to churn as I pull out of the driveway. What would our parents think if they ever found out? I had to live with him. Would things be awkward? Would he insist telling our parents should they take notice? I sped down the street, not wanting to go home. Instead, I took a left deciding to drive and let my emotions calm. My bra lay next to me on the seat as a reminder. I could not deny the fact that inside was a fire for him, his touch, and his voice. I had always found my stepbrother to be attractive, but never before had I acted on those feelings. I mean, he is not the only attractive guy in the whole world. Girls have handsome brothers all the time, right? One thing was for sure, even if we ignored our little love making session, he would always be my first, whether I liked it or not.



Brotherly Love Ch. 01



I had always respected my sister. She was smart, strong and had an air of confidence about her that was, at times, infectious. Being a year older than me I had always relied on her for advice and friendship, along with the usual sibling rivalries of course. 

We rarely fell out, and on those rare occasions I felt guilty almost immediately so I made a case to actively avoid it happening. This involved doing some of her chores and extra jobs around the house but I didn't mind, because whenever this happened I got to see my sister's incredible smile.

My sister, Sophie, was an attractive 19 year old roughly 5' 7" with long brown hair that took her hours to maintain (I know this because we have to share a bathroom.) She was slightly stockier in the shoulders than most girls but stayed in excellent shape by running and cycling to and from the sixth-form college she attended. I am constantly informed by my friends that my sister has the best ass they have ever seen, not to mention her gorgeous chest. In these moments I just pretend to sound disgusted and throw a quick jab or 2 in their direction. She wears a 32b cup and her breasts are perfectly firm and round. More than once I have 'accidentally' walked in on her in the shower just to catch a glimpse of those perfect breasts.

I myself am 18, stand dead-on 6feet tall, wide-set shoulders thanks to a couple of years playing rugby, and a browny-blonde haircut that I like to keep nice and short. I enjoy mocking those who persist in having a 'Justin Bieber' haircut like my friend Tom but we'll get to him later.

I opened my eyes and gazed drearily at my digital alarm clock, it read 10:21 and I threw my covers back feeling slightly impressed with myself. It was a Saturday and I had been out till 3 o'clock the previous night with a few of my mates from school. Despite drinking a lot on our pub crawl I couldn't help feel good as I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and made my way downstairs.

"Something smells good" I said as I walked into the kitchen where a plate of bacon and buttered bread lay on the bar. 

"Thanks Sweetie, help yourself" said my 41 year old mum as she sat reading a magazine at the breakfast bar that held the food. My mum was slightly taller than Sophie at 5' 9" and had the same sort of slappable ass that she had clearly passed along to her daughter. Despite her chest showing very slight signs of droop she was still an out and out MILF.

"Kiss-ass." This was Sophie entering the room eating her much healthier breakfast of yoghurt and banana. I stuck my tongue out at her and made myself a couple of bacon sarnies before sitting down next to mum and tucking in.

"Hey Jamie do you want to go see that new Tom Cruise film that just came out? I want to see it but none of my girlfriends wanted to go with me" asked Sophie. I could see a smile cross her face as she proposed the idea; I immediately saw this and smelt a rat...

"What's the catch then?" I asked with a smile

"Huh?" she responded, trying to play innocent. But she couldn't hold it and burst out laughing after I carried on glaring at her. "OK, we have to go shopping at that new centre that opened up just out of town. Annnnd you have carry my bags as well!" she added as my smile quickly vanished. Now I usually hate shopping as much as any teenaged boy does but she looked so cute in her oversized sleeping t-shirt which I could have sworn used to belong to me. I would never admit it to anyone, even under torture, but I had always been attracted to my big sister and enjoyed spending time with her. Couple this with the fact that I had also had trouble finding people to see the new film with (my friends were all broke) and I had no option but to accept. I nodded to her after a couple of seconds thinking and she jumped from the room shrieking.

"YOU'RE BUYING LUNCH THOUGH!!!" I shouted after her up the stairs, trying to at least get something in return for a day plodding between shoe shops.

We were in the car just about to leave when she leaned across and hugged me: "thank you for coming with me" she said softly. She hugs me at least once a day so this was nothing out of the ordinary, however this one seemed to last a little longer than any of our previous hugs. All sorts of things flashed across my mind as she broke the hug and whipped out her ringing phone and quickly answered it.

"Hey Katie!" she said unnecessarily loudly. I silently cursed Katie and her stupid timing as I put the hug to back of my mind and phased out the rest of my sisters no doubt dull conversation.

I reversed off the drive and drove us as quickly as traffic would allow to our destination. By the time we had got there Sophie's phone call with Katie had long since finished and we were chatting about whatever took our fancy. The conversation had somehow turned to the topic of my girlfriend who was currently on holiday with her family in Barbados.

"So have you... yanno... done it with her yet?" Sophie enquired very obviously; subtlety had never been her strong suit.

"Sophie!! You can't ask your brother that!!" I responded, shocked that she had asked me such a personal question. I am by no means a prude but I don't just go around telling everyone about my sex life (I'm not that type of guy.) She had never really shown any interest in my love life before and certainly not in my sex life. "And no... no we haven't. We decided to wait until the time felt right."

"Good for you little bro!" she replied as she squirmed in her seat. (By the response I gave her I suspect she realised I'm still a virgin since Lilly was my first girlfriend.) She let the matter drop and seemed deep in thought for the rest of the journey until we pulled into the multi-story car park. 

I watched from the driver's seat as she climbed out of my little hatchback in her denim mini skirt. I quickly looked away as I felt something stirring in my trousers, pretending to have dropped my car keys on the floor I quickly composed myself.

"Come on bro! Before the shops get busy!!!" she turned and said to me. I could have sworn she glanced at the slight bulge in my jeans before pulling her eyes up to meet mine. I very slightly blushed and muttered a quick, incoherent response before jogging the short distance over to her. She was acting very unusual towards me today and I decided to try and find what was happening. 

She chose to make a bee-line for a lingerie shop as soon as we entered the shopping centre. I couldn't help but feel awkward as all the girls in the shop turned and glanced at me as I was dragged into the store by Sophie. 

About 20 minutes later I carried a large handful of panties and bra's over to the changing room for my sister to try on, my face bright red out of embarrassment. I silently thought to myself it's a good job nobody here knows me because this is incredibly odd behaviour for a brother and sister. As Sophie took the underwear out of my arms I turned and tried to walk away to seats near the entrance of the store before Sophie grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

"You can't go! I need you to tell me if these look good on!" My jaw must have dropped significantly because she let out a light giggle as she span and hopped into the changing room, closing the curtain. I sat down on the little bench seat in the changing area whilst my mind raced.

It only took her a couple of minutes for her to throw open the curtain wearing the skimpiest black thong I have ever seen. Combined with a hot black push-up bra it was a contender for the hottest thing I've ever seen. 

My erection was obvious this time and I didn't care I just sat there admiring the view my sister provided as she span around making numerous poses. Her eyes lit up as she stopped long enough for them to settle on my crotch. 

"Well someone thinks I look good" she remarked as she took a step toward me. 

"...huuuh" was all I could manage in response.

She giggled as she got closer to me and tucked her loose hair behind her ear. God I love it when she does that... Her face was still wearing that radiant smile as she reached down and rubbed the inside of my thigh. 

Her eyes never left mine as she slower moved her hands up my thigh towards my throbbing cock. She brushed it lightly through my jeans and I felt as though I'd been electrocuted. I gasped and it seemed to bring her slightly back to reality. She moved her head in and gave a kiss right on the lips. Despite only lasting a couple of seconds it was by far the hottest kiss I had ever been a part of and left me begging for more. I was still speechless as she quickly removed her hand from my crotch turned and walked back into the changing room.

I had no choice but to quickly dash into the toilets and relieve myself of the state that my stunning sister had left me in. It only took a couple of seconds for me to finish but I needed to splash some cold water onto my face to compose myself before I felt ready to return. Still disbelieving about what had happened I tentatively made my way back to the changing area where I found my sister waiting for me. 

"Are you ok little brother?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to be able to respond correctly. "Good" she said flashing that incredible smile once more in my direction, as though nothing had happened. She paid for her items (only deciding to keep the black underwear that she had modelled for me out of her choices) and we left the store.

"Sophie..." I began, but she instantly turned to face me and help up her hand.

"Shhhh... did you enjoy that??" the little minx, she already knew the answer... to not enjoy that you'd have to be gay.

"Well. Yeah... But you're my sister! We can't do things like that!!!"

"Why not?" she asked. And the question stumped me.

"Because it's wrong! We're family! Its incest" I replied in hushed tones, after a pause to compose myself.

"Why should it be wrong though?" she expanded. "You're my brother, I love you and I know you love me... I've seen the way you look at me... I've seen the way that you 'accidentally' come into the bathroom when I'm in the shower!" 

I was taken aback, not only that my sister had noticed my lust for her, but that we were openly discussing it in the middle of a shopping centre! With hundreds of people brushing past us on both sides! Realising what I was about to say she said:

"Come on, let's go see a smaller film, not that Tom Cruise one, one that we can sit at the back and talk in." and before I could get a response out she had pulled me off towards the cinema part of the centre.

I must admit I was pleased with this turn of events. My gorgeously attractive, hot older sister had intentionally rubbed my cock! The girl I had fantasised about for years, the girl that was supposed to be forever forbidden... And yet the more I thought about it the more I came around to her way of thinking. I loved her, and she loved me. How wrong could it be?

We quickly bought tickets for a Jennifer Aniston chick flick and found seats right at the back in the corner and with only one other couple in the cinema we practically had the place to ourselves. 

Only a couple of minutes into the film she began: "Jamie..." but I cut her off by leaning over and kissing her. Her lips were incredibly soft and after her initial surprise I felt her kissing me back! It was the most passionate kiss I had ever taken part in and went on for some time. After a while I forgot I was kissing my sister... it just felt so right! The kiss broke and we opened our eyes, our faces inches apart. We gazed into each other's eyes. God her eyes were perfect; a deep, striking blue colour.

We kissed again, for longer this time and I twisted in my seat to pull her loose hair behind her ear. I felt her become more and more comfortable with what was happening. I jumped a little in shock when I felt her hand creep onto my crotch, and I responded by sneaking my hand down her mini-skirt and to my shock discovered she was commando.

"Wow, Nice." I whispered through a break in the kiss. Whilst I had not had sex before I had done almost everything but with Lilly before she had left for her holiday. However I had never felt a pussy as wet as my sisters was just then. And I hadn't even touched her yet!! I slowly traced my finger around her pussy lips as she continued to rub my now fully erect cock through my jeans. She gasped into my mouth as I finally made contact with her clit.

"Ohhh Jamie! That feels so good keep doing that!" she whispered as I lightly pulled on her clit with my fingers. I didn't want to disappoint and kept rubbing her clit as my sister squirmed in her seat next to me. She had broken the kiss and stopped rubbing my cock but I didn't care I was so happy with how much pleasure I was giving my big sister! I glanced around the cinema certain that Sophie's moans would have attracted the attention of the other couple in the cinema. I could just about make them out through the dark of the cinema and was pretty sure they were making out. After seeing them occupied I thought "fuck it."

I pulled my hand out of my sister's mini-skirt as I stood up. "Nooooo don't stop Jamie!! Please don't stop!!"

I silenced her with a kiss and in one move pulled her Mini skirt to the floor. She gasped in surprise but she was too far gone to care about getting caught and pulled on her nipple through her shirt.

I broke the kiss and slowly kissed my way down her: her lips, her cheek, her neck, her stomach and finally her thigh got a kiss before I found myself on my knees between her legs. I licked all the way up her slit and settled on her clit, taking it carefully between my teeth.

"Oh my god this feels sooooooo good Jamie!!!!! Don't Stop! Don't Stop!!" 

I didn't. I moved lower and darted my tongue in and out of her quickly like a piston. She let out an audible squeal and I realised I no longer cared if we were caught, I just wanted to please my sister. I pushed one finger inside her whilst my tongue moved back to her clit. Her gasps were getting louder and more frequent so I knew she was close. I looked up and gazed into her eyes. She had taken to biting on her knuckles to try and keep quiet. I stared into her eyes with my tongue wrapped around her clit and 2 fingers finger fucking her like nobody ever had before. 

"Shiiiiiiiiit Jamie I'm Cummmmmmming!!!!!!!!!!!" I felt her pussy muscles constrict on my fingers and then felt her cum flooding out so I went back to licking her pussy and lapped up every little bit of it. God she tasted so good!

"I'm Cummmming!!!!!" she carried on. She was squirming so much I'm surprised she managed to stay in her seat. 

Finally after about a minute of shaking she settled down and pulled my face up to hers.

"That was fucking incredible!!" she whispered. And then she kissed me. Tasting all of her own juices, and I couldn't blame her, she tasted that good.

"You look so fucking hot when you cum!" I said with a smile.

We kissed for about another minute before she realised she was half naked in the middle of the cinema and pulled her mini skirt back on. Her nipples still stood out proudly through her bra and top and I could not ever imagine seeing a sexier sight. I knew the other couple must have heard our little show so I didn't even look over there to confirm or deny. I was too happy to care, and judging by her ear-to-ear smile so was Sophie. 

We sat through the rest of the film without paying attention. Both our minds racing about what had happened between us. As we left the cinema she turned me and looked straight in my eyes. 

"Thank you Jamie."

To be continued...

Thanks for reading my story! This is my first attempt so constructive criticism always appreciated. Chapter 2 will be along when I have time to write it but it will be sensational! ;) 



Brotherly Love Ch. 01 of 03



- present day -[date=2006]

It was early morning dark when I was awaken by the pressure from my bladder. Still confused by the mucked up dream I'd been having and tangled in the topsheet and blanket I struggled my way off the bed and scuffed my feet into a pair of slippers. I could hear my wife Megan grumbling incoherently from the other side of the bed. Then she scrunched herself down under the blanket and tried to go back to sleep.

I shuffled to the loo with minimal dripping. Having been well trained, I sat on the toilet. After my halfway hardon relaxed enough, it was a relief to let the piss flow. A wipe and flush, then I looked out the lav door to see the digital clock on my bureau. 5:38 AM, hmmm? A quick wash of my flagging woody, followed by a swish of mouthwash. I knew Meg would appreciate my attention to details. Tossing my pj bottom at the hamper and return to bed.

Climbing back under the covers, I snuggled up to my wife, being careful "with all due deliberation" to poke at her bum with my semi-erection. She grumbled some more and with squinting eyes, muttered something unfriendly about my parentage. Now, I love morning sex, Meg could take it or leave it. If she finally succumbs to my blatant desire then generally it'll turn out to be a good day for the both of us.

She growled "Robert! Be good, dammit!"

I whispered as I nuzzled her neck "Good? I'll be great!" Running a hand over her flank and under her nightshirt.

"Oh Lord! Hardly." Her hand grabs mine and pulls it off her breast, not letting go, she pulls me in closer.

Gently kissing her ear and cheek, I smirked "Very hardly, very Lordly, Madeira my dear."

However, if she refuses to let my old boy slip it to her old girl, there are two paths this could take. A quick blow-job if I'm lucky, but I'll owe her. If not so lucky, just a cursory handjob. Cause she's probably starting her period, always quite uncomfortable for her.

On the dreaded second path, her fanny is painfully swollen in full blown, early menopausal rage and she'll boot me off the bed. Literally! That leaves her weepy all day. I wish her frigging doctors would make up their damn minds about how to treat her. Hell, it makes me want to weep!

Well, so far so good, she's letting me press up against her and even wiggling back a little, if still grumbling.

Oops. Suddenly shoving my arm aside, she slides away from me and off the bed, racing around towards the loo while clutching the front of her nightshirt to her quim. Must have also received an urgent message from her own bladder!

I hear a flush and then water running in the sink, then suddenly a naked Meg came out carrying her damp shirt. She tosses it towards the clothes hamper. With a seductive swivel of her hips that sends her big tit's swinging as she approaches our spousal lovenest. She stops and looks down at me and ponders.

You know that bit women like to do, with the hair falling over their eyes. One arm across her belly to prop up the elbow of the arm of the hand of the finger that is tapping at her dimpled cheeks. Impishly, she winks at me and grins.

Sure as fuck, she knows damn well what seeing her luscious breasts and fur-edged quim does to me. She quietly muses as her eyes rolled-up to ponder the mysteries of our bedroom ceiling.

"Ten to six. Hmmm, I wonder? What to do, what to do? What could I do before I have to raise the children? Perhaps iron my blouse or defrost the freezer? Maybe clean out the kitchen cupboards and lay in new shelf paper?"

Wantonly smirking down at me, pretending she is seeking my opinion. I suddenly reared up from my pillow. Grabbing her nearest arm, I roughly pulled her onto the bed across me. Where she was face too face with my swelling cock. So too speak.

Breathing on it she cooed "Good! Morning! Great Britain!"

Impishly she glances at my surly face through the mess of her dark blonde bangs and quips "Is there any particular reason you wanted me to see this?"

"Jeez, Meg. Have a heart, gimme a blow!"

She smirks "Huh? This doesn't look like a cardiovascular muscle to me."

I had to chuckle, then my skin twitched with excitement as she pursed her lips and blew warm air on the crown. Changing tack, I gently encourage her further up so we can kiss, swapping minty spit before she pulls back.

Back down hovering over my crotch. She took a long, lingering swipe of her hot, wet tongue all along my 19 centimeters, exclaiming "Yum! A piping hot banger for breakfast."

As her lips slipped over my crown and she slopped back and forth for the first half of my length with her mouth, I pulled her legs around and over, straddling my face. Speaking of yummy, there is her lightly furred fanny just starting to pink open and glistening.

With my arms around her hips pulling her arse down over my face. I began to paint her nether lips with my eager tongue, my nose poking at her pucker. Then I stab my tongue into her virginia for that creamy goodness she produces. Lord! I love Megan's sweet-salty-tart flavor and I can never get enough of her earthy, musky, feminine perfume.

A few minutes of sixte-neuf and I was getting close to blowing. My tongue could feel her vaginal contractions. I started suckling at her plumping clitoris, which has her squealing and wiggling. After that first little orgasm, she concentrates back on her sword-swallowing duties and has two-thirds of me engulfed when my muscles started twitching.

Without warning, she pulls her mouth off of my spitting banger with a wet pop! and her hot-buttered muffin off my face, to swivel her body around over me in a quick, graceful pivot. I 'oof!' with her pushing the air out of my lungs as her hands are braced on my chest.

Rudely, she plunges her cunny onto my cock, without a bye-your-leave! Good thing I had grabbed myself and was holding it up for her. Then Cowgirl Meg, the Wild West buckaroo, begins to ride me. (Does Cornwall count?) Leaning over, she kisses me passionately, our tongues stabbing at one another. As her hot, creaming vagina squeezes around and up and down my hydraulic penis. God it feels good! Scrunching up her face, she makes those funny noises as she cums again.

Bull rider? Though these days, steer rider would be more accurate.

She sat up for me to go deeper and for rubbing her hot-pink clit against the pubic hairs at the base of my cock. I started biting and suckling at the large darkly swollen nips of her 34D's waving in my face. Clutching strongly at her bumcheeks as my hips added to the piston action we have going.

Again the pressure rebuilt as we steadily, determinedly, pumped our way from pleasure to ecstasy. My first shot set off her clutching spasms. Each pulse renewing our mutual orgasms as we groaned our happiness into each other's face.

Man! Our loving had always been plenty good enough with the bonus of producing four children. Then last year Megan got into a yoga & pilates class with special instruction in Kegel exercises. Her vagina is now gold medal strong. I'd swear that she could pickup a bowling pin with it!

I thought it was hilarious when Megan joked about 'kegel' as the German name for 9-pin bowling! You can imagine the jocular imagery that resulted.....

For the next few minutes, our sweating bodies laid intertwined. Every slight movement, rubbing skin to skin, triggered small spasms of delicious aftershocks. Only interrupting our slobbering kisses with whispered endearments of mutual love and adoration.

Finally, after a finely final kiss, Meg lifted her head and upper body to reach for a handful of tissues from the box of kleenex on her nightstand. Swinging her legs off the bed, she used the wadding to plug her sopping cunny as she waddled to the loo to clean up. I laid there dozing in smug satisfaction at a good job, well done, old man!

Listening to the shower, my mind started to wander about. Thinking of what I needed to accomplish at my new office this morning to be able to leave work before noon to catch the train back.

Returning to our bedroom, lusty, luscious Megan slips on a pair of knickers and matching bra and then a set of sweats. Enjoying my viewpoint, I continued to lay there, wallowing in that after-great-sex glow. She came around to stand by my side of the bed, while sipping at a bottle of water.

Knowing all too well her wicked sense of humor, I cricked an eye out towards 'Miss Chevious' and gave her one of my patented 'don't you dare muck around with me!' frowns that I had developed to handle the children. Though it seems to be losing it efficacy as they get older.

As Meg carelessly swung the opened bottle over my naked hairy chest and slowly, deliberately, began to tilt it, I suddenly remembered. Damn it! That glare never did work on her. Smartly, I rolled the other direction away from her and off the bed and went in to take my shower and shave.

While the children are noisily chattering and teasing one another at the breakfast table that morning.

Megan and Robert Robertson, heads together in the kitchen. They quietly agree that she would pick him up from the noon train to make their appointment with Dr. Khurahasan that afternoon. To have him explain the confusing test results returned from the medical laboratory.

They did not notice the speculative look in the oldest girl's eyes as she subtly observed the earnest faces of her parents sotto voce conversation.

First Meg drops Rob off at the Old Oak Tree train station. He boards the suburban local that has a stop near the still expanding headquarters campus for Tetracomm and his new office.

Then Megan delivers the children, Brian{8} first to the Lawford Academy. Then Joanne{14} and Melody{12} to the Gyn-Nasium and finally, Kerry {5} to the Town daycare-kindergarten.

Afterwards while in Town. Megan went to the Hallmark store for overlooked party items and favors for Melody's twelfth birthday celebration this coming weekend. Then Saundra's Bakery to place an order for the fancy decorated cake the girl wanted. The grocery and the butcher's and then home to put it all away. Do a little housecleaning.

After getting the laundry going, she sets out what will be needed for afternoon tea when the children come home from school. Joanne will be responsible for making the sandwiches for the other children. For tonight's supper, Megan sets the auto-timer on the rice cooker for pilaf and layers the chicken pieces and veggies into the crock pot, set on slow cook.

Fortunately none of the kids has an after school event or sports scheduled this afternoon. That'll give Megan and Robert time after meeting the Doctor, to talk privately. Meg was thinking they could stop at the Foxhound for a drink, it won't be crowded at that time of day and it'd be just a couple of blocks to pickup Kerry. A few blocks from there to the two older girl's school, the Gyn-Nasium and then on the way home swing past the Lawford Academy for Byron.

Megan took a half-hour to skim through her emails. Nothing too important, Callie letting her know the proofs had been returned from the printers and she had approved them. She is still waiting on the corrections to the auto-rally posters from the colourists.

There's a request for Megan Robertson to either enter a piece of her artwork in a charity show or if she would have the time to be one of the judges. She'll consider it, but nothing definite until she has checked against everybody's schedules. Life seems to revolve around the damn calendar, these days!

Aboard the train, Rob swung from the ceiling handles, pressed in by the crowd. He reflected that the bump in salary with his new position, would finally enable them to buy a second car. Without cutting into their savings investments or the funds they regularly set aside for college for the four children. And Tetracomm will provide a car allowance with a special security city-center access transponder and parking priority license. Plus subsidized insurance coverage that will bring the prorated costs of running a second car down to only twice as much as a train pass.

If we're real careful and no emergency pops up, {knock on vinyl!} maybe in early summer we could all do a real holiday away. The kids are still young enough to enjoy Euro Disney. And for the most part, except for Kerry, mature enough to take care of themselves. This would make a great memory for the entire family together.

Later in the summer in June and August, all the four or five dozen, Robertson clan children from all over the British Isles will be sent to GoldLeaf Manor. The forested estate of Robert's great-uncle Sir George. To run wild, enjoying weeks of farm/ponies/camping/boating summer-idyllic fun, as the Robertson's offspring have done since 1885.

Meg to her enjoyment and peace of mind has attended several of these with the children. With supervision by the estate agents and the older children, this year even five year old Kerry could attend without her mother for a couple of weeks.

This June, Rob intends to abscond his wife and drag her along with him for a series of conferences and seminars and business dinners and fetes across Europe with plenty of time for public sightseeing and private lovemaking. Much of it paid for by Tetracomm or comped by the companies hosting the events.

As he was shouldering his way off the train at the Campus Station, Rob pulled out his PDA and left a message to himself and for his new EA, Mrs. Hanley.

"Ask Meg if she has talked to Deborah and Penelope. Would they be free join us for EuroDisney or at least if Eliza would want to go with us? Also, if Eliza intends to attend GoldLeaf again? We need to contact all the grand-parents, if any of them are free for the EuroDisney trip. Then see if any of the adults would like to meet somewhere in June on the Continent for an adult's-only fortnight? Mrs. Hanley, check my Blackberry for all the family addresses, then please mail everyone a copy of my planned travel itinerary for the summer."

The expanded headquarters campus was just a ten minute stroll from the train station. Robert nodded at the those in the crowd from the train, who he vaguely recognized. When a young woman, snaked her way through the throng to Rob's side and cheerily wished him a good morning.

Politely, he good-morninged her back with a sense of mild curiosity. She was a brunette, with a modestly zaftig figure in a below-the-knee dress, white with large navy polka dots and a large navy vinyl belt. Sensible low-heeled shoes.

"You are Mr. Robertson, I recognized you from the picture Mrs. Hanley showed us."

"My assistant, showed you my picture?"

She blushed "My apologies Mr. Robertson. I am Betty Zemplen, I will be interning under Mrs. Hanley for the next few weeks. Part-time for my Uni business courses. She thought it would be helpful that the people reporting to you could recognize the gov'nor on sight."

As we ran our badges at the security desk to the administrative wing, I took a moment to reflect. Thoughtlessly, I failed to notice the young lady's nervous body language.

I couldn't say it out loud of course but I was thinking, that showing my picture around to the people who will be working under me, seems a sensible idea. I have only met Mrs. Hanley twice, her file shows an excellent history of good judgement and initiative.

Oh dear, the girl is starting to panic, thinking my silence implies anger at the presumption.

"Please Miss, uhmm, Zemplen. I was just thinking this would save time with unnecessarily repetitious introductions."

She looked relieved and grateful that I wasn't going to go off on her.

We reached the near-end of the Administrative Hall. I was happy to have my office so convenient to the Network Monitor Hub. I expect to be spending most of my time in the Hub rather then sitting on that ridiculous luxury leather throne they gave me. At least I had been able to talk my boss into hauling away that monstrosity of a desk and the sofa that was here originally. Replacing those with two large tables and a dozen chairs.

Sorry if the interior designer's get into a snit with my crass preference for functional over their artistic vision. We will be using this room mainly for group conferences, briefings and training sessions when we need to be away from the blinking distractions of the Hub.

Yes, yes, I understand that senior executive management types need those luxury status symbols to impress clients, regulators and rivals. But that is Not My Function. My job is to keep this mish-mash of incompatible technologies running 24/7,

So all you network abusers can phone for a pizza delivery while downloading porn while simultaneously tweeting about seeing someone you thought might be famous crossing the street today. Every frigging moment of every frigging day, without fail! Or you'll bitch and moan and howl like a pack of hounds in heat!

Mrs. Hanley stood up from her desk next to my office door and said good morning to myself and then with a slight hesitation, the girl following behind me.

Mrs. Doloris Nduan Hanley, 46 years old. Parents emigrated from Kenya. Father English, Mother of the Gikuyu nation. She is married to Alfred Hanley(RAF Major, EW Specialist). They have two children, a son at Sandhurst and a daughter in Pre-Med at Uni. Mrs. Hanley has been employed for twenty years, starting with Regional Telephone, which became Tetracomm. She has worked her way up from clerical to secretarial to executive assistant.

She is fluent in English and Swahili, including technical terminology. On the side she does some translation work in her mother's native Kikuyu language. Plus she has some basic understanding of Kamba, Dholuo and Arabic.

She also edits translations of Tetracomm technical journals and consumer information pamphlets into Swahili and other East African languages she is familiar with. With her long term experience at Tetracomm and it's predecessor, I consider myself damn lucky to have the woman working for me as my Executive Assistant. Makes me sad knowing that sooner or later, some senior twit is going to realize her value and stick her in some bloody damn useless slot upstairs just to make some Equal Opportunity quota.

After Robertson enters his office and is checking his IOnet-mail, Mrs. Hanley looks speculatively at Betty. Who flushes as she realized the unspoken question.

"Mam, that photo you showed us yesterday. I thought I remembered that name so last night I asked my Mum. She knows the Robertson's, my sister goes to the same middle school as their daughters. Mother and Mrs. Robertson are serving on the same PTU committee this year. Mum's house is in Brumley Gardens where I entrained, Mr. Robertson entrains at the Old Oak Tree station. After disembarking, while we were walking here to the Campus, I introduced myself to him. I hope I wasn't violating protocol."

Mrs. Hanley thought a moment, then shook her head "From the people I have talked to, who have worked with him, Mr. Robertson is very casual and friendly."

She laughed and said "His last secretary, Miss Smythe-Jones. A 'veddy' proper snob, accused him of practically being an Australian! The impression I have to date is that he is laser focused on two things, his job and his family. I suspect, what is important to him will be whatever it takes to accomplish his work, so that he can go home to be with his wife and children."

The older woman had a kindly look on her face as she reassured the girl "Until you have the experience to sort it out, to learn how the people you will meet here will react to familiarities. I suggest prudence, common sense and polite courtesies."

Meekly, Betty replied "Yes, Mam. I'll try to be more circumspect."

"Now go plug in the tea service and put out a case of bottled water for this morning's meeting. I have to chase down what ever happened to the biscuits and buns that were suppose to have been delivered."




Brotherly Love Ch. 01 of 03



 I joined my new staff in my office-cum-conference room and introduced myself to the crowd of about two dozen people, maybe half of whom I have had some previous contact.

"For those of you who were here yesterday and have seen my photograph, yes I know, I am much prettier in person."

That got a chuckle out of most everybody and they subtly relaxed.

"For everybody else, I am Robert Robertson, the new Regional Operations Manager for Tetracomm's Greater London Network. You all know Mrs. Hanley, she will be my right hand for everything administrative. See her about anything you need along those lines, do NOT waste my time with redtape. She is the font of information and getting things done."

I grabbed a small bottle of sparkling water off the credenza, twisted off the top and took a swallow before continuing "Please do not take offense if I need some time to remember your names. I'll probably memorize your positions first. For a while, that will be what I identify you by."

Since no one has fallen asleep yet, I pressed my luck "You are all competent at your positions or you would not have been chosen to be here. What I expect, what I will be looking for from each of you. Is the extra effort to deal with emergencies and catastrophes. And continuing your educations to keep up with and help our department get integrated into whatever new technology is thrown at us in the future. Mrs. Hanley will be in charge of arranging and scheduling you for the subsidized training and advanced educational opportunities offered through Tetracomm."

Everybody seemed willing to agree with me that getting paid to improve their work skills would be a valuable perk. Let us hope they will be as enthusiastic about the downside. Any Junior who fails to gain certification would be considered redundant and sacked. Seniors will be shunted into the tedium of managing parts storage. I would probably be ruthlessly promoted to the Board of Directors!

"We are a 25 hour a day, 8 days a week, 53 weeks a year operation. Everyone of us will be rotating through different jobs to learn how to cover key slots for missing people as needed in a pinch. Plus all of us, including me, will be temporarily covering swing and graveyard hours as coverage and our personal lives allow."

There were groans and scrunched faces at that but they all knew the requirements coming in. Our customers are paying for and the regulators demand for us to do our very best to maintain and expand our level of services to meet their expectations.

So then, I quipped "Even though, I have a beautiful wife at home and I want to get to spend more time with her!"

I was rudely interrupted from the side of the room, by Danny Fuerro. We've worked together on and off for years, he's now Supervisor of Network Traffic Analysis. His wife Alice and my Megan, are mates from their Uni days.

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"Christ Rob, can'tcha give poor Meg a break. You trying for a full Cricket team of rugrats?"

Everybody laughed as I drolled "You know me Dan, I'm very competitive. Team Robertson is headed for the Matches!"

Danny led the scoffing at my smug pretensions. I think Leona, another long-time work mate, was the woman's voice who jokingly warned "Watch out for this one lassies, he just has to shake your hand to get you preggers!"

Briefly it crossed my mind, as we were breaking up, 'Not much chance of that now.' When Kerry was born, Meg had her tubes tied and I had a vasectomy. After four children, Megan was still healthy and I wanted to keep her that way, so we can both enjoy our golden years together. What's that old cautionary saying? 'Belt & Suspenders!'

Meg phoned her ex-classmate Jason at the Colourist Service, to beg him to unjam those posters or at least let them know what the hell is the delay. He promised to call her back as fast as possible. Megan told him to send her an email instead and copy to Callie. She reminded him, there is a deadline looming over all of them, to get the posters distributed. Before the event!

After giggling her way through a couple of the latest postings online of friends e-comix. Megan changed, then drove to the train station to retrieve her husband. The two them were due for their appointment at the Medical Center to meet with Doctor Khurahasan.

 - flashback -[date=1989]

"My ex-girlfriend Deborah, three months after mysteriously dumping me. Returned to visit me with her clandestine lover Penelope. You were there Meg."

"Oh yes, I remember that day, Robert. How embarrassed you were, when Deborah told you she was a lesbian. And that she was four months pregnant with Eliza. The shocked look on your face, you were gobsmacked, indeed!"

"Deborah wanted to bear a child now, before she began her career as a certified accountant......They had selected me to father the child because I was the only young man they knew of who personally impressed both of them. And that I wasn't damaging my genes with drugs and promiscuity."

"The two women were well off and would not require financial support from me but they recently acquiesced, at both their mother's insistence, that I should have parental contact with our child-to-be."

"This occurred just as I began to regularly date you, Meg. In turn, I think you were impressed at the good opinion Deborah and Penelope had of me and I believe this influenced the development of our relationship into love and marriage."

- flashback - [date=early 1990]

We were at the Maternity Hospital, in the waiting room, waiting for the grandparents-to-be to arrive. When one of the Sisters approached us with a frown on her face as she looked over the paperwork.

"Now let me get this straight. You Mr. Robertson and you Miss Fitzgerald are both claiming to be the father of this baby?"

Trying to control her irritation, Penelope snapped "I would prefer to be listed as Co-Mother, if at all possible. Deborah and I are in a life-committed relationship. We will be raising the child together."

A confused look on her face, the harassed Sister looked questionably at my girlfriend Megan who was sitting with us while we waited. Mischievously, Megan volunteered "Deb and Penny are the present mothers of Robert's child. I'm the future mother of his children!"

I'm not sure even Megan would have believed how true that her clever joke would turn out.

- flashback - [date= mid 1990]

My fiance Megan and I had gotten together for dinner at my ex-girlfriend Deb and her lover Penny's flat. We wanted to see the baby, I had fathered on Deb last year and let them know about our engagement. Yes, Deborah and Penelope had tricked me into fathering a baby but that is all water under the bridge. Their mothers had gotten together and demanded that D&P allow me a paternal relationship with our daughter. Our pairings are developing a close friendship revolving around tiny Eliza.

Besides a beautiful baby and a bourgeoning friendship, I am grateful that Penelope and Deborah's good opinions of me, has decidedly impressed Megan in my favor. As far as I am concerned, what at first seemed to be a looming disaster of unmitigated proportions, worked out very well for all of us. Truly a win/win situation.

It did not hurt at all, considering I was just starting out professionally, that the two women were themselves financially secure and did not need child support from me. I think that is another of the reasons we, Megan and I, could get along so well with the couple. Not having the constant worry of trying to make support payments out of my junior's salary was a real stress buster.

Megan proudly waved the old-fashioned square-cut, one carat diamond ring at the two women. Who responded with squeals of joy and best wishes, with hugs and kisses all around. It was a gift from my paternal grandmother. She had received it years ago, from her older widowed sister who was to remarry and whose new fiance wanted her to have his own family heirloom ring.

Then of course, we all had to troop in to the bedroom to see the sleeping baby. I pondered the little tyke, fruit of my loins. 'Huh, she's grown a bit since our last visit. Whew! Thank God her hair is finally coming in.' I know, silly of me to worry that my daughter might have to go through life bald. Cut me some slack, I am all new to this fatherhood business!

We sat down to a casual meal of lemon & dill dressed baked wild salmon on a bed of couscous with steamed vegetables. For desert, there was fresh sliced naturally sweet, ripe strawberries in real clotted cream. Penny had me pop open a bottle of refreshingly tart Prosecco Conegliano Valdobbiadene, an Italian white sparkling wine that went well with the meal.

Penelope bragged that she had nipped a few bottles from her father's cellar last time she was in Mayfair "I only take the one's he receives as gifts, he'll never drink them. He such a snob about that sort of thing. 'Pater' brags, he will not drink anything that isn't Grand Cru Burgundy or crusted Port or a single-malt Scotch."

I piped in with a toast "His loss. Our enjoyment." The three ladies clinked their glasses and were happy to join my salute for this delicious varietal.

Deborah drolled "He probably only keeps the gifts for the servants to drink!"

We all laughed at that, then Deb continued "My mother shipped us a crate of the vegetables and the strawberries, and two bottles of cream from her Cotswold farm at the Old Grange."

We all raved about how delicious the veggies and berries were compared to what you usually find at the chain grocers.

She then uncovered the cheese board and urged us to sample.

"Also, try a slice of this cheese. She tells me they are experimenting with producing their own Single Gloucester. Mild flavor with a bite and I think a hint of the spring grasses. The original cheese was produced by milk from Gloucester Cattle. But they are nearly extinct now. Some how Mum wrangled an Agriculture Ministry grant to try to rebuild the breeding stock, 'In their native environment'. So this cheese is indeed very rare, nothing like the factory product available at the chains."

Hmmm, lovely flavor and melts on the tongue! I pondered for a moment then mused out loud "It will be exciting to see how well it ages." I asked Deborah "Will they try to produce a Blue such as Stilton?"

She shrugged ignorance but was willing to speculate "Mum loves to experiment, she's always fussing about, improving egg quality or sweeter purple carrots or some such."

As we rose from the table, the baby monitor on the sideboard let us know that Eliza was starting her own fussing about. The three women made a beeline for the bedroom, like a tight formation of fighter jets! It must be instinctive. Speaking of instincts, I made a beeline for the side lav.

When I returned past the parlour, I saw Deborah on the divan, with her top down suckling baby Eliza. 'Lucky kid!' I thought enviously as I turned into the dining room.

Megan and Penelope were in the kitchen talking while they cleaned up. I saw a few dishes and utensils left on the table, so I gathered them and took them in to the two women.

"Thanks Rob. Anything else left needs to be washed?"

"No, I don't think so."

Meg finished wrapping up leftovers and as she put the containers in the refrigerator, said she would go check.

I asked Penny "Shall I wash up?"

She smiled and shook her head "No, I just rinse and put them in the dishwasher, it'll do the rest. I am about finished here. Please take the tray over there with the wine and glasses into the parlour. I'll be right in."

I nodded acquiescence, then stopped and asked "Will Deb want something besides the wine?"

Penelope giggled, kindly I guess, at my concern "Earlier, she had a tall glass of Horlicks with the nursing supplements. A little wine won't hurt the baby."

I took the refreshments into the parlour, feeling happiness? in my stomach as I saw the two women's expressions. Megan was sitting with Deb, gently brushing at the baby's fine hair, since Deb now had Eliza on her other teat.

I poured a half-glass of wine for each of us adults. Mmm, an Australian Shiraz Viognier rosé I didn't recognize. Placed two glasses on the tea-table in front of the divan, so the ladies could comfortably reach. Went back for my glass and sat myself in the large wingback near the gas fireplace. I had to drive, so this was plenty for me and I knew Meg wouldn't drink more then a sip or two.

She dislikes going to sleep while intoxicated. During her first year at Uni, when she would overindulge, the creeps she was dating then, would take advantage of her. Rather traumatic memories for her afterwards. It was two years before she would even contemplate a relationship again. Meg's not a teetotaler now, but she has little tolerance for drunks and abusers. The couple of times I would get sotted were the cause of our only serious fights.

The two women were talking softly. I guess even asleep, suckling for a baby is pretty much on automatic pilot. I was wistfully thinking, it looks as if Debby's tits have grown at least a size since we were dating. Very nice!

Uh-oh! Both women are glaring at me. They must be reading my mind. Or at least the leer on my face. Then they face each other again, rolling their eyes at male stupidity and set each other off giggling.

Penny came in and smiled at her wife and baby. I started to get up to get her a glass of wine but she just gestured at me to sit. While she went over to retrieve the last glass on the tray. She sat herself in the other large chair and joined in the murmured conversation between my past and my future. Hah, that's clever! I'll have to remember that phrase.

The baby must have finished feeding as Megan took her, placing her gently on a towel covered shoulder and firmly patted the infant into letting off a pretty substantial burp for such a small little person.

Oh, that look on her face of wistful longing and hope. Meg was a water-colourist and illustrator. She and I have discussed how she could work from home and have a baby after we were married. Sounds like a reasonable way to meet her desire to be a mother while working at her own speed on becoming a professional {i.e. Paid!} artist.

Deborah got up and excused herself, telling us that she needed to wash up now and put salve on her breasts, as she disappeared into their bedroom ensuite. Penelope took Eliza and asked Megan if she wanted to help her change the nappy and put the baby to her crib? With an eager look my fiance said yes and with my first daughter the two went to join Deb.

I collected the wine glasses and took them into the kitchen to rinse and dry them by hand.

[date=1997] - flashback -

Rob on phone with Meg, at home packing, explaining that he will be late to Great-Gramma's party. He apologizes he won't arrive at their Hotel until the day after the party. Megan is disappointed but resigned. This mission was important step in Robert's career. It meant he was trusted by his superiors and on the fast track for promotion. He tells her to hang onto the room and when he gets there he'll still have two days off for them to enjoy it.

[two days later]

..........Only half-way in, overexcited, he ejaculated and from his premature orgasm sagged down upon her..........he scrambled backward..........Falling off the bed with a loud thump and tangle of his still drunk limbs............Carefully he staggered his way down the hotel hallway to the elevator..........then forced himself to be silent as he went through the almost empty lobby out through the post-midnight darkness and into the ugly lighting of the carpark...........

[next morning]

"That next morning, I arrived from the train station. Meg, you were still mal de mer but that cleared up quickly once you'd had some dry toast and juice for breakfast. Then we visited with the family at Aunt Nell's for lunch. Afterwards, we returned to the hotel for a very romantic evening. We both would come to believe that was when we had conceived our son!"

[date=1998] - flashback -

Hospital scene when I first saw Byron, my son, suckling at Megan's breast in the hospital bed. Our young daughters were oohing and aahing at the sight of the newborn. Our close friends, Deborah and Penelope entered with Eliza, the daughter I had fathered on them, my last year at Uni. Eliza 9 ran over to join Joanne 6 and Melody 4, my daughters by Meg. They happily made room for the bigger girl. The three girls were gently petting the baby as they whispered squeals of excitement. Three years later, Kerry would be the last child Meg and I would have.

I was so proud that day. I had fathered a son! A Robert Robertson Junior, hurrah!

Actually we named the boy after my father, so my son would be Byron Robertson IV.

But secretly, in my mind, I called him Robert Junior.

 [date=2006] - present day -

Doctor Khurahasan seemed rather uncomfortable about having to explain the discrepancies in our son's DNA chart. He kept glancing at me with wary looks. I guess he has had more than his share of bad experiences with wannabe fathers taking out their disappointments on him.

My wife Meg had a puzzled frown on her face. She was still grappling with interpreting the scientific terminology. That, if you will please excuse the phrase, cold-bloodily proves that I had Not fathered the son she had birthed.

With a dawning comprehension, Megan fell back into her seat clapping both her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream of horror.

............Swallowing the lump in my throat, I must now uncover the secrets that could tear our loving marriage apart. I must force myself to openly confront the suspicions I have been concealing for several years now. As I had gradually become aware of the mystery silently haunting our personal lives.............



Brotherly Love Ch. 01



“We only started getting into each others’ beds when one or other of us was in trouble with our parents – we always ‘stuck together’ that way.  It started when we were very young and, I suppose, it just carried on when we got older ……”

I was still thinking about the ‘few things’ Sally had mentioned.  Of course, having read James’ diaries, I knew about several of them, but I was very excited at the prospect of hearing Sally describe them to me.

“So, what were the ‘few things’ you remember?” I encouraged her.  I put my hand back on her thigh, and started stroking it again, and felt some of the tension leave her.

“Well,” she said, eventually, “if I’m being honest, I suppose I was curious about his penis – especially when it got hard – and, sometimes, when he was asleep, I would move my body so that part of it was touching his penis, to try to make it hard.”

“And did it?” I asked.

“Not very often,” Sally said, “but sometimes I did feel it – usually against my bottom – it was quite exciting ……”

“I think,” I said, “James was probably not sleeping – at those times.  Did you ever touch it – with your hand?”

“Yes,” she replied, in a whisper.  “Every time I felt it get hard against my bottom, I slid my hand behind me, and felt it through his trousers.”

“He wrote about that, in his diary,” I said.  “But he thought you were doing it in your sleep ……”

“Oh, God,” said Sally.  “I never knew!”

“It’s OK,” I said.  “Neither did he.  He thought you were asleep every time something like that happened ……”

“I know he thought I was sleeping when he used to touch my breasts,” Sally carried on, and my cock stiffened again, remembering James’ diary entries.  Again, I wanted to hear Sally’s version, though.

“I used to like that,” she confessed.  “His touch was so gentle, because he was frightened of waking me up.  I would lie on my back, or facing him, and feel him pretending to move in his sleep, then his hand would ‘accidentally’ land on my breast.  He would just let it lie there, for ages, until he was sure he hadn’t woken me, while I was lying there, wide awake, and excited, trying to breathe evenly and deeply, waiting for his hand to move.”

I imagined them, both wide awake, and aroused, thinking the other was asleep, and my erection throbbed …..

“Then, at last,” Sally continued, “I would feel his fingers move slightly, pressing the softness of my breast, then tracing its shape.  I could usually feel his cock, as well, hard, pressing into my hip, or my side, but I didn’t dare touch it, because I knew he was awake – but, oh, it was so exciting, Nick!  I can remember, now, how difficult it was to lie still, and keep my breathing steady.  What I couldn’t do was to stop my nipples getting hard and, when he touched them, it was even more difficult to feign sleep!”

“Did it make you want to come?” I couldn’t help asking, and, to my surprise, Sally giggled.

“What do you think?” she said.  “It was probably very good training for me – I had to wait until James had masturbated himself, and really gone to sleep, before I could touch myself!”

“Is that what you did?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” replied Sally.  “Almost every time.  But, even then, I had to keep it quiet – or creep back to my own bed to do it.”

“What else did he do?” I asked.

“Well,” Sally started, then broke off.  “Nick – are you sure you’re OK with this?  I mean, you don’t think it’s weird, or anything?”

“No, no,” I reassured her, hastily.  The truth was, when I had read her brother’s diaries, I had had very mixed feelings, but that was before I had known Sally sexually and, over the years, my feelings about her and James – and, I was now having to admit, about her and other men, generally, had undergone changes.  The envy and jealousy of our early days, when I thought about other men desiring her, had given way to a guilty excitement, and my heart was thudding almost painfully as she described her younger brother’s explorations.

On an impulse, I took Sally’s hand and placed it on my groin, where my erection was jutting upwards.  

“Mmmmmm,” she said, with a little sigh.  “I’ll go on then, shall I?”

“Yes, please,” I whispered, squeezing her hand around my sensitive shaft ……

“Well,” Sally continued.  “Sometimes I would be wearing a top – probably a pyjama top – which buttoned at the front – with quite large gaps between the buttons, and James would manage to slide his hand in between the buttons and touch my bare breast.”

“Did you like that?” I breathed, and she nodded her head, slowly, but turning her face away from me, as if in shame at confessing her past misdeeds.  Her face clouded over, as thought the feeling of shame – of troubled conscience – building inside her was a familiar one.  She shook her head, slightly, as if to force away the inhibition of the memories, and gave my erection a squeeze.  I gasped as her hand closed round my stiff cock at the same time as I had a mental image of James’ hand sliding inside Sally’s pyjama top to close round her small firm naked tit ……

“Do you?” Sally chuckled.  “Oh, I can see that you do!”  And she squeezed my cock again.

“Don’t do that,” I muttered, hoarsely.  “You’re going to make me come!”

Her hands were now at my zip, releasing my pulsating cock from its prison. Her fingers were like velvet round my shaft, and she began to slide them up and down.

“Don’t you want to come?” she laughed.  

“Of course I do, Sally,” I rasped, the excitement building up, inexorably.  I licked my dry lips.

“But first,” I went on, my heart thudding with excitement, “I want you to tell me about the worst – the nastiest – thing you ever did, with him.”

Sally’s hand slowed as she stared away again, as thought troubled by the memories that flew into her head.

“The nastiest thing was probably ……”  Her voice trailed away as she bit her lip, as if the old feelings of guilt were welling up inside her.

“Go on,” I breathed, reaching up to stroke her hair gently.  She turned to look at my face, seeking reassurance.  I gave her a soft, loving smile.  Her eyes dropped, but she began to speak again, in a low, almost incoherent voice.

“Do you want to hear about the times I lay on my back so he could feel between my legs?” she whispered, questioningly.  As she spoke, she winced, slightly, as if at the shame she would feel, having to tell her husband about her secret guilty actions, when she couldn’t stop herself giving in to those powerful awakening sexual feelings ……

“Oh, God, yes, Sally,” I pled.  “Tell me about that  ……”

She stopped the masturbating motions, but her soft little hand still encircled my penis as she looked away again, taking several deep breaths before starting to whisper in a quivering voice ……

“Well, sometimes, when I was feeling really ‘naughty’, I would wear a shorter nightdress – about halfway up my thighs.  I always wore panties, though,” she added, then carried on.  

“I would ‘go to sleep’ on my back, with my hands over my chest, and my legs slightly parted.  After a while, I would feel James’ hand reaching down to feel how long my nightie was.  He would lift it as high as it would go without him actually pulling it.  It would probably end up resting on my stomach, then he would let go for a minute or two, to make sure he hadn’t woken me.”

Her hand slowly started sliding up and down my cock again, and her voice dropped, becoming breathy and excited.

“Then his fingers would descend, very lightly, on my panties – he must have wondered why they were always damp – just like my nipples were always hard!  His fingers would just rest above my pussy – I could feel them testing the springiness of my pubic hair – then they would slide down to feel my crack – my lips.  I don’t think he knew about my clitoris, then, but it was lovely, feeling his finger slide ever so slowly up and down the entrance to my pussy. But it was so difficult to keep still, to keep my breathing even and controlled ……” 

She stopped.  Her voice had been shaking increasingly at the remembered excitement, and, again, she had to take several deep breaths before she was able to resume.

“But I must have managed it – to convince James, I mean, that I was sleeping through it, because, one night – oh, Nick, I was so excited, and frightened – one night he – he stopped stroking the front of my panties and … and his hand went down, inside, under the elastic.  I remember how his fingers felt my bush – he touched the hair for a long time, just feeling it.  Then he inched them down, very slowly, then I felt one of them on my bare pussy lips – and – and – I was all wet and slippery – and his finger slipped inside ……”

It was no use – I felt the pressure building up from my testicles, and I had to let it go.  The picture of Sally lying there, legs apart, trying to restrain herself as her brother’s finger slid inside her virgin cunt, was too much, and I groaned as the dam burst ……  Sally just had time to drop her head and take my erupting cock in her mouth – expertly, her fingers worked the root of my tool as her lips sucked on me like a lollipop, milking every last drop of cum out of me ……

As my prick softened, she lay across my lap, her tongue caressing my still sensitive corona.  I knew that, despite my orgasm, I was mentally very much ‘on heat’.  For so many years, I had carried the mental pictures gleaned from James’ diary – now, at last, I could hear about it from Sally’s side, and I was more excited than I could have imagined to discover that she had not been an unconscious participant – that she, too, had been aroused by the proximity of her brother’s developing man’s body, as he had been, by her turning into a woman ……

Sally’s vest was gaping open, invitingly, at the neck as she bent over my lap, still making love to my quiescent penis.  I slid my hand down the front and cupped one of her braless tits.  Her nipple was like a little rock.  Slowly, she raised her head, letting my cock slip out from between her full lips. 

“I – always thought you would be – disgusted – if you knew about us – James and me – what we did,” she said, haltingly.  I lifted her face, and kissed her on the mouth, then pulled her into me.

We sat, quietly, for a while, just cuddling.  The vision of Sally’s legs spread while her brother fingered her moist pussy kept recurring in my mind – I imagined her repressed excitement, her struggle to appear asleep …… and, I wondered what had happened next ……

And then my thoughts raced forward to the weekend, and James’ visit.  A thought occurred to me and, however hard I tried, I couldn’t push it away.  It would be a very emotional time for Sally, and James.  She would want to console him – to restore his morale – what if …… ?  

What if, after dinner, and a few drinks, I had to leave the house for a while?  I could pick my moment – a time when I sensed that Sally’s heart was aching to comfort her desolate brother – would she …… ?  Would they …… ?

With a start, I felt Sally’s fingers curl round my cock again.  I had forgotten that it was still outside my trousers, and my train of thought had brought it back to erection.

“Come to bed,” whispered Sally, her hand tightening round my shaft ……

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Brotherly Love Ch. 02



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"Okay, get away from me!" I finally managed to gasp out.

"Why? You having some problems here?" Mark leaned closer to me and breathed the words onto my neck. Oh yeah, I was having some serious problems.

"Hey Mark, you finished there? Why don't you two hop in the hot tub and warm up? Jaimie's lips look pretty blue already." Derek called from somewhere far away. I was definitely in another world.

"You want to go hit the hot tub or am I warming you up okay?" Mark asked, his mouth a little further from my neck this time.

"I swear to God, Marky get off me now before I hurt you." I clenched my teeth and with all my might shoved him backwards. He released me and I swam over to the deck to get out of the pool before something happened that I knew I didn't want to stop.

"C'mon Jaimie, don't be like that." Mark whined as he followed me out of the pool. I stood up on the deck and turned to face Mark as he climbed out of the pool. He stopped dead in mid-climb with one leg up on the deck, and I immediately noticed how plastered his shorts were to his legs and other things. I realized he was staring at me as I stared at him, and I closed my mouth. I looked down to see what he was looking at and gasped.

My thin white t-shirt was now see-through and it clung to my breasts and stomach like a second skin. I usually don't wear bras, as my breasts are just small enough to not need one on a regular basis, and just perky enough to stand up proudly. Of course at this moment, I really wished I'd been wearing one. My large nipples were sticking out against the shirt as hard as they could, they hurt they were so beaded up from the cold. I immediately crossed my arms across my chest as my teeth began to chatter. I was absolutely freezing.

It was only the beginning of the summer, and the sun had not warmed the pool up to comfortable swimming temperature yet, and the air had a bit of a chill in it as the clouds blew across the sky to cover the sun.

Mark regained his composure and completed his climb from the pool. He stood in front of me and I think for once he didn't know what to do with himself. Proud, confident Mark was actually speechless.

"Um, I'm freezing." I spoke up to stop the uncomfortable silence as each of us digested the sights we'd just witnessed for the first time in our friendship.

"Yeah, freezing, right. Um, towels?" Mark started walking towards the house and grabbed my elbow to bring me with him. I followed like a little puppy who'd lost her way.

"How about a hot shower?" I suggested as I rubbed my hands over my arms, noticing all the goosebumps that were suddenly there.

"Hot shower sounds like a great idea, I'll grab us some towels, you can go first." Mark agreed enthusiastically and led me upstairs to his room.

I had been in his room many times before, but it had always been with a group of friends, we'd never been in there alone before. It felt a bit strange and something inside me was telling me it wasn't a good idea to be alone with him in there.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you my big news!" Mark exclaimed as we reached the top of the stairs. He turned left and walked down the hall towards the bathroom. He popped in and started the shower and then led me to his room.

"What's that? You get promoted to superstar of the b-ball team?" I teased.

"No, I've got a date for you!" He grinned wickedly at me and for a second I wasn't sure what to say.

"What?" It sounded so dumb, but it was all I could manage. A date? Please, the guys thought I was poison or something, they wouldn't come near me with a ten foot pole and he'd gotten one to agree to date me? Impossible.

"Yeah, with this guy Trey from the b-ball team I play with down at the rec centre. He's new here and looking to meet some friends. He's really cool, great sense of humour, and from what I can tell, he's a ladies man." Mark smiled his electric smile at me and I knew I couldn't say no to him. It sounded like he'd tried really hard to get this guy a date, or tried really hard to get me one... really wasn't sure which one it was.

"Okay, and how much did you pay him? You know the guys are afraid of me or something, just because he's new you're going to subject him to the poison that is me?" I pouted, happy that he was trying to help me out, but mad that guys were such jerks to me.

"What are you talking about? Poison? Gimme a break Jaimie, you're a hot catch, the guys around here just aren't good enough for ya, that's all." Mark handed me a fluffy blue towel. His towel. I hugged it to my chest to cover myself again.

"How would you know what's good for me and what isn't?" I raised my eyebrow at him and waited to see what kind of answer he'd come up with for that one.

"Well I am your best friend right?" He cocked his head to one side waiting for a nod from me so I gave it to him. Of course he was my best friend, he was my only friend. Girls had an issue with me too for some other strange reason, but I'm pretty sure they hated me because I was Mark's buddy. "Okay, well, I think I know why you have had a problem getting dates."

I perked up at that, how would he know? 

"What do you know? Mark, who's been spreading rumours about me? It's gotta be something like that, there's no other explanation, except Logan! Oh I am so going to kill him!" I got so mad at my brother that I almost screamed that last sentence at Mark.

"Wait, Jaimie, it wasn't Logan, I swear." Mark put his hands on my shoulders and moved me over to sit on the edge of his bed. He almost had to push me down to make me sit, all I could think was how many other girls had been there on that bed doing god only knew what.

"Okay, so Logan's off the hook, so who do I kill?" I let out a sigh, hoping it was just my brother, that would've been so much easier.

"Me." Mark kind of whispered it, and I think he was really upset.

"Marky, what do you mean, you?" I reached over and put my fingers under his chin to lift his face to meet mine. "Marky, what have you done?" My voice stayed as calm as I could keep it, although it was hard, I was just seething.

"Um, well you have to know I didn't ruin your reputation or anything, and anything that I did do, I did out of love for my best friend, okay?" His voice was quiet and I could detect a slight quiver in it. I think he was actually scared of me.

"Okay Mark, you need to tell me what you've done or I will hurt you so bad."

"Jaimie, I, uh, well," He licked his lips slowly, not to be sensual, although it did make my stomach tingle to watch it, but he was definitely stalling. "Um, okay, I might've warned guys not to break your heart."

"Yeah, and that meant, don't go near her or I'll kill you." I sighed. "That's great Mark, just great, you totally wiped out any chance of a love life I could've had by becoming my evil big brother." I was so mad I didn't even know what to do with him. I wanted to punch his lights out but I knew that would do no good. I'd just hurt my hand.

"Jaimes, you gotta believe me, I didn't think it was going to be like that for you. Honest, I wanted you to date guys and have fun." Mark's eyes pleaded with me not to hate him. And I didn't hate him, I couldn't. I loved him more than I loved my own brother, but it wasn't a lusting love, it was something so different.

"You really did want me to get laid?" I raised my eyebrow at him again and he smiled.

"Well, no, I didn't. Not by anybody we went to school with anyway." He smirked and I had to smile back.

"You didn't figure they could give me the pleasure I deserved huh?" I stood up, remembering the hot shower waiting for me & suddenly wondered how much hot water would be left now.

"Not from what I heard from the ladies. Apparently none of them measured up to me." He stood up too and put his hands on his hips proudly pushing his chest out.

"Yeah, that's something us girls say to all the guys, we have to stroke your egos you know." I put my hand on his chest and pushed him backwards. "Sorry to break your bubble and all, but it's the truth." I gave a shove & knocked him backwards onto his bed. He laughed and reached out with his legs to grab mine. He succeeded & was able to pull me down on top of him.

"You are so full of it." He growled and started to tickle my ribs. I tried to back away but his legs were wrapped around mine and I was pinned. I tried not to wiggle as I was laying on top of him, and if I did squirm, I knew it would be igniting a fire I had no hope of extinguishing.

"I am not! Stop it! Let me go you ass!" I balled up my hands & began to pound on his chest as hard as I could to make him let me go. He wasn't going to anytime soon it seemed and I needed to get off him. I couldn't be in that close proximity to him at that time, it was just too arousing for me, and for once in his life, Mark was single.

"Nope, not till you say uncle." Mark continued his tickle assault on me and rolled us over so he was on top. "You gonna say it?" He leaned down so his nose was almost touching mine.

"Mark, get off me right now, I swear to god you have to move." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was about to lose it, and if I did, I was going to kiss him. And if I did that, I didn't know what would happen next.

"Why? You gonna pee your pants? Or you want me to show you that I'm right about what all the other girls say?" Mark teased, at least I think he was just teasing, but then he ever so gently began to grind into me.

I peed my pants right there. I was so nervous and just plain scared of that with him.

"Okay, get off me now. I just wet your bed you ass!" I could feel the colour scorching across my cheeks.

"Really? Did you seriously? Oh my god, you're the first girl to ever wet my bed like that!!" Mark started laughing at me and eased up so I could slide out from underneath him.

"You are such a pig.That was so disgusting. I can't believe you said that!" I shook my head at him as I thought about the real meaning behind what he'd said. I turned and walked out of his room towards the bathroom.

"You're such a wuss!" Mark called after me as I closed the bathroom door behind me. I stepped into the shower, fully dressed, so I could rinse my clothes out too. I undressed in the shower, rung out my t-shirt and jean shorts, hung them over the rail. I then removed my white thong panties and rinsed them out good. I couldn't believe I'd let him make me piss my pants again. It was an age old thing with us, and normally it was funny as hell, but today, I don't know, something was different between us. There was definitely something going on. I hung my panties on the rail too and submersed my head under the hot jet of water.

I heard the door open a moment later, my clothes disappeared off the rail, and then the door closed. Mark must have taken them down to the dryer for me. What a sweetheart.

A few minutes later, as I was lathering up, there was a knock at the door.

"Yeah? I'll just be a minute." I called.

The door opened anyway and I thought I heard the tap on the sink running. I figured Mark was preparing a cup of cold water to toss over the top at me, so I peeked out to see what he was up to.

He was not at the sink, and the tap was not running. And he was naked to boot! I was paralyzed, peeking out at his nude bottom, and knowing what he was doing made my stomach tingle again. I kept watching him, I couldnt help myself, as I let my eyes roam up and down his back and body. Knowing how hard he worked out to keep himself in such good shape. I knew what it felt like to be up against his back when we were play fighting. And I knew what his stomach felt like, all the ripples hard against my belly. I knew what his chest felt like, his pecs were amazingly defined, and I'd held onto those strong arms before too, gripped my fingers in hard to keep from being tossed into a pool, or thrown down to the ground.

My stomach tingles began to move lower in my body and at that moment, I knew I wanted to be with him more than anything. But I couldn't, we weren't going to do that. We'd swore to each other that we'd never be lovers, just always best friends. Oh but to look at him now, and know what almost all of him felt like, why shouldn't I be able to experience all of it? He owed me big time for destroying my dating life in school, and what a way to repay me for that debt?

I closed the curtain and returned my head under the hot stream of water again. I had to stop thinking like that. It was throbbing between my legs like mad & I'd never felt that before. It was crazy, I shouldn't be feeling like that about him, he was like a brother to me, not boyfriend material. He'd just break my heart anyway.

I heard the lid on the toilet shut & then the shower curtain pushed in towards me near the middle. I screamed.

"Get the hell out of here you pervert!" I yelled as I tried to cover myself just in case he was actually going to join me.

Mark burst into laughter and left the bathroom. I heard him yell "Chicken!" over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him.

I clenched my fists at my sides and tried to take a deep breath to calm myself. Oh if he'd just done the damned cold water thing it would've been so much easier. Why did he have to let me watch him pee? Ugh. That image of his naked backside was burned into my eyes. I was so aroused it hurt my stomach. I tried to relax but found I was more aroused than I could have ever imagined.

"MARK YOU SUCK!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. That felt better, a little bit of stress release. But not enough. I could hear him laughing out in the hall. Ugh.

I turned off the water & reached out for the towel. I pulled the towel around my body & tucked it in at the front. Then I pushed the curtain aside and stepped out of the tub. The bath mat on the floor was very plush and soft under my toes. I wiggled them around for a moment before drying myself off. I patted the water droplets off my legs and arms and then tied the towel around myself again. Tightly.

I put my hand on the doorknob and hesitated. Was Mark waiting on the other side of the door? How long was I going to have to stay half naked in front of him? My stomach started that tingling thing it hadn't really stopped doing again.

I took another deep breath, tried to tell myself to behave and opened the door. The hall was empty. I looked both ways and then headed to Mark's room, not sure where he was. It was deadly quiet in the house too, which was unusual. Derek was there, and he normally had the tv blaring. Maybe he'd gone out, which meant I was alone in the house, half naked, with Mark. So not good.

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Brotherly Love Ch. 02



In the first part of this story I had narrated how I came to make love to Minu, my elder brother's wife. The first part I wrote in the third person. This time I make it a first person narrative. I left the story incomplete. I now relate the rest of it. I had told you the interesting things that happened when I accompanied my sister in a bus to Mysore from Chennai. Late in the evening owing to bus breakdown we had to sleep in the veranda of a rest house. It was cold, and we had to cuddle because we had not packed warm clothing. My sexual desires were aroused when I lay hugging my sister-in-law. She was affected too for she persuaded me to have sex with her in the middle of the crowd of sleepers. On our way back we made love again in the night bus. My sister-in-law said she had always wanted to have sex with me so that she can have a baby that her husband seems unable to provide.

For a fortnight after our return we had many relatives staying with us so I could not have any time alone with my Anni (elder brother's wife in my Tamil language). On the day they left I came home early from office. I knew my brother was away, and my parents were off to a wedding in another part of the city. 

Anni opened the door when I rang the bell. She smiled, and by a wave of her hand asked me to go to her room. She followed me in and we hugged and kissed.

"Nandu darling I am missing you horribly. Say sweet things to me," she said. "What you spoke to me that day in the bus as we were making love is always ringing in my ears." I remember what I did that day. Nothing remarkable; I gave a running commentary of what we did to each other. I found it very erotic, and so apparently had my Anni.

I did the same now. I hugged her and holding her head close to my chest I spoke. "Minu dear I am yearning to play with your breasts. I am excited to see you undo your blouse and bra so that your Nandu can play with them. How soft they are darling. How tight are the tits, ready to receive my lips. I hope soon they would be full of milk, and when our baby's stomach is full I can clean up what remains. I will now rehearse for the day I would be doing that." I had to stop, and as I caught her tit in my lips I could feel my Minu shudder. Soon she was chirping and chuckling like a nestling, and then she was lifting up her legs and spreading them. She was pulling my head down. I was able to resume my commentary. 

'Your thighs are so smooth. Now I can see he centre of the universe approaching. Now I see it, your divine pussy. Smooth and shiny. Your Nandu likes it smooth. Did you shave today for him? How I love it. As I pass my hand up and down the cleft I am tingling. The inner lip is so leaf like, and Ah! your clit. It is hiding under the hood. Now it is coming out, and now it is out inviting my lips. How wet you are darling. You are pouring. Lie down darling I know you are ready for a lick. How wonderful it is to lick you." 

I licked till she screamed a muffled scream, and then I got on top of her. "How soft is your hand as it holds my cock. So deftly you insert. Now I am in. Yes I'll go as deep as I can. You are nearing the climax, so am I my sweetest darling. I am fucking my Anni. Speak loudly my darling so that the whole house can hear. 'My brother is fucking me.' Say that again and again as we climax." We climaxed and Minu did say what I wanted her to say loud and clear. We lay exhausted. 

A week later as I was passing her in a passage Minu showed two fingers. I did not know what it meant. The next day she showed three fingers and gave the thumbs up sign. Now I knew. She was missing her periods. 

The news that she was pregnant created a furor in our home. My brother was strutting about as if he had achieved the impossible. My mother took over Minu so completely that I could hardly have a word with her. Soon her parents came and took her away as per custom. She would be back only three months after delivery. I spent my days and nights thinking about her. There was no way I could see her for she was in distant Madhurai, deep in the south.

One morning my brother, who had returned from his father's place a few hours earlier, told me to take some pickles that mother had made especially for the daughter-in-law. You can see Minu too. She wants to see you. I was thrilled. I went two days later. When I went there I knew the reason why my brother wanted me to visit Madhurai. Minu has a cousin, an uncle's daughter, whom they were trying to fix for me. She was also visiting her aunt. One day I was with this girl and Minu when Anni asked me if I would like to feel the child kicking in the womb. I said I would love to. Thereupon she exposed her abdomen and that girl and I took turns feeling the movement. I did feel something, but I was not sure whether it was movement or it was just my imagination. The girl left as if she had work in the kitchen. It was to give Minu a chance of finding out what my intentions were regarding that girl.

"You like her," she asked.

"Not in any special way," I said.

"Pretty, isn't she?"

"Quite."

"Good figure."

"I prefer yours."

"I am always available. Please remember that after this baby we have to work for another. Please don't think that your duties to me would be over once you get married. You have to marry anyway, the sooner the better, and what better girl than Shamu."

"I am not thinking of other women Anni," I said, "for me you are the only woman."

Minu delivered a boy baby. I saw photographs of it. My brother announced that the baby was a spitting image of himself. My father and mother went all the way to Madhurai to see their first grandchild. My mother said that the baby resembles her husband, and I presume that the other grandmother would have said the same thing of her husband. I saw photographs of the baby. It had a flat nose, large eyes and was totally bald. I hope I did not resemble him.

Minu returned with the baby three months after delivery. The baby's face was now in better shape. The nose was not that flat and there was some hair on the head. My father ordered me to another room, a smaller one upstairs. The baby's needs were paramount. I had to wait of an opportunity to see Minu alone by herself in the house. The combination of my parents being away and my brother going on one of his business trips were not as common as they used to be. But two months after her return it happened. I came early from office. I went straight to my room and changed to fresh clothes. I did not want my street clothes to contaminate the baby's room.

"I expected you to come straight here," said Minu. I explained, and she was happy I was so thoughtful for the baby's well being. We hugged and kissed. I carried the baby. He smiled. It was so sweet to see him smile.

"He resembles you," said Minu.

"May be, but to me all babies seem to have the same face." She laughed. 

"His feeding time is slightly overshot. I wanted to feed him when you are watching. She took the baby and put it on her lap. She unbuttoned her blouse and took out a breast. It was much bigger than what it was when I saw it last. The nipple was fuller too. The little fellow eagerly caught one tit and munched on it. He was not sucking. He was munching like a toothless man chewing pan. It was lovely to watch the baby feed. I sucked his mother differently. I folded my lips on my teeth and bit on the nipple. He did not have to do that for he had no teeth. 

Minu changed to the other nipple after a while. Soon he was full. 

"Burp him," she said. I lifted him up and tapped him on the back. He burped massively, almost like a beer drinker. 

"He burps better when his father holds him," said Minu. I turned towards Minu when she said that. Our eyes came into contact and she smiled and put out her hand. I held her hand and squeezed it. We felt very close to each other. She placed the baby on the cradle. Soon he was asleep. Minu hugged me and made me lie on the cot. She placed my head on her lap and thrust her breast forward. I caught hold of the tit between my lips. I did not have the little fellow's technique for very little milk came into my mouth. I did not like the taste of human milk.

We then had sex. She had a moderate orgasm. I then went to prepare coffee for myself and Minu. We drank and then we fucked again. From then on whenever we got the opportunity we had it. I knew our luck would not last. Sooner or later my parents and my bother may start suspecting. I shuddered when I thought of that. But I was helpless.

Meanwhile the pressure for me to get married was increasing. My father and mother could not understand why I was refusing very good offers. My brother was more astute, for after all he is a very good business man. One day during lunch the discussion was again about my reluctance to get married. 

"I don't know what he wants," said mother.

"I know," said my brother. He paused. Everyone turned in his direction. "He wants someone very like Minu." I looked up. He was staring at his plate with strange concentration. I darted a sideward glance at Minu. There was a look akin to terror in her eyes. They apparently had a talk about my liking for her. How much he knew I cannot say, but he knew more than was good for our family. I had to go. I got a job in a gulf state and was preparing to leave. I got a chance to talk to Minu. We were sad, but both of us understood that it is in the best interest of every one for me to go away. I left within a month. My family meant more to me than anything else. For their sake I would do that and more. 

I am now in Dubai. I know my problem and I have to live with it. I am a monogamist. I never even think of any woman other than Minu. She is the only one in my thoughts, and the only one in my fantasies. The tragedy is that the only girl I can love is another man's wife. 



Brotherly Love Ch. 02



As they opened the garage door, they noted their parents' car. They knew that either Dad had revealed it to Mom, or used lunch as an excuse to come home, so they would have to tell her themselves. Knowing Dad, it was the latter, and he evaded Mom's questions, if she asked him any at all. Dad was good at evading unwanted questions. That's where the twins had picked it up. Hunter and Harrison exchanged worried looks. Even though they were confident of their mother's reaction, they still had some slight doubt.

"Want to make a break for it? We could drive to the cabin for a couple of days until everything blows over and Dad has to reveal it to everyone. We could watch some porn with really hung guys in it," Harrison suggested.

"What, are you comparison shopping, Harriet Junior? We could, but when we get back, there will be hell to pay for escaping. You know Mom. She'll give us a long lecture about responsibilities and why cowardice is wrong," Hunter replied.

"Yeah, not to mention the grandparents we'd have to deal with. They'd raise so much hell that we'd never live it down. Every time we tried to cover things up as kids, the outcome was worse than if we just faced them," Harrison agreed.

"However, I still wish we could just skip past all this to the end. Kinda fast forward through the hard part," Hunter commented.

"What, can't you take what you dish out now? Seriously, I agree, but let's get it over with," Harrison suggested.

"I can't take it? You're the one who asked me to look into that fancy lube last week!" Hunter reminded him with a grin.

"Hey, that was just because I saw the commercial about the heightened sensation when you use it! That doesn't mean that I can't handle your dick size! Jesus, it's the same length as mine!" Harrison rolled his eyes.

They exited the vehicle and walked to the kitchen door. Each took a deep breath before they opened the door. They walked in, trying to act as calm as possible, as if nothing was different than any other time when their parents came home for lunch.

"Hi Mom, hi Dad, how is work so far?" they asked naturally.

The brothers attempted to seem nonchalant as they set down the bags of booze. Harrison made a gagging gesture when he noticed the V8 that Hunter preferred to put in his unique Bloody Mary concoction. Hunter gave him a raspberry in response, implying that regular tomato juice was a sign of bad taste on his lover's part.

Dad grinned knowingly at Mom, non-verbally indicating amusement. This was the long-standing dispute between their sons over the proper mix for a Bloody Mary. It was one of the boys' few disagreements in taste. Personally, he disagreed with both, thinking it was a sin against the booze gods to use tequila at all in a Bloody Mary instead of the traditional vodka.

"Fine, we just decided to grab lunch at home today. Nothing much going on at work right now, most of the computers are fixed and ready for the customers to pick up Monday," Mom replied, laughing inside about her sons' little spat. She really didn't care for a Bloody Mary at all, Hurricanes being much better.

The twins exchanged a quizzical look, wondering what Dad had said if he said anything.

"You think he told her yet? I don't like how calm she is!" Hunter asked his twin, using their private mental path to communicate with Harrison.

"Don't know. I'm with you. She is way too calm," Harrison shot back.

"We grabbed the new liquor supply this weekend for when the grandparents show up, Dad," Hunter announced.

"Mamaw and Papaw are easy to please, though. I mean, we could pick up their booze from the nearest still. No, seriously, we got their gin and tonic ready. It was tougher finding enough 18-year-old Scotch for Grams and Granddad. They were down to two bottles of their favorite brand," Harrison elaborated.

"Thanks, boys. Mom reheated the fried chicken. Grab some and set down!" Dad ordered them.

From the way that their father looked at them, they knew better than to argue or escape. Dad knew the twins wanted to, but that was tough luck.

"Okay," both said at once.

Hunter grabbed two plates and made both Harrison's and his, "Here you go, hon."

"Thanks," Harrison responded.

Mom looked at the boys as if they had grown a second head. Something wasn't right, she decided. They were too good, not even teasing her. She'd forgotten about their comment on the phone when Horatio had returned to work. She had chalked it up to them teasing her. She caught the look Dad gave the boys when he ordered them to grab some chicken.

"Horatio, why would we need any more liquor than what we already have? We don't normally drink that much with our parents," Harriet asked him.

"Well, it seems the boys have some news they need to tell us. After hearing what it is, I figured we would need it to calm our parents. This is as big as our attempt to hide that you were with twins in a high-risk pregnancy. If you recall, that was why we decided to stop having kids. Yeah, it's that big of a situation, at least with your parents," Horatio answered her.

Both boys looked at each other and knew Dad hadn't said anything. Mom must have thought they were kidding when they told her on the phone. They were afraid of that. That's what they got for teasing her so often. They cried wolf too much.

Mom looked back and forth from the boys to their dad and wondered what was up. Then she debated if she should have a drink before or after the news. She finally made up her mind, "Horatio please make me a drink. Something tells me I will need it after all. On second thought, make it a double."

"I'll do it," both boys said at once, trying to escape.

"No, I'll do it. I said sit down! You're never too big to get a spanking!" their dad responded firmly.

As they sat back down immediately, Hunter communicated, "You tell her! She likes you better."

"No way, you tell her! You're the one who told her on the phone about the BJ," Harrison retorted.

"You started it all by giving me the BJ and not closing the door. Now tell her!" Hunter demanded.

Harrison thought about arguing more. However, he knew that when Hunter was like this, he would only have to do it any way and pay for arguing with him later. Harrison nodded to Hunter, indicating he would comply, as if he had a choice.

Once Dad was back with Mom's drink and one for himself, he asked them, "Well? Which one of you is going to tell your Mom your news? I think it is long overdue. You should have told us sooner, a lot sooner."

Harrison looked one last time at Hunter, pleading mercy.

When Hunter only glared back, Harrison looked down at his food, then looked at his mom and began, "Well, when Dad came home earlier this morning, he kinda walked in on Hunter and me doing something."

"Well, what were you doing?" she asked, and then she remembered their "joke" on the phone.

"Please tell me you were just kidding when you told me that Harrison gave you a BJ and Dad caught you, Hunter," she pleaded.

"No, Mom, that wasn't a joke. I hoped that you'd ask Dad about it. Then he would tell you so we wouldn't have to," Hunter answered her.

"Yes, Mom, we are gay. We have been gay since we can remember. We have been lovers since high school. We are never planning on getting married to anyone but each other," Harrison revealed.

"What about the grandkids that you promised me? I wanted grandchildren!" Mom responded, after she downed her drink in three swallows.

The men burst out laughing in spite of themselves. Here the twins just told her that they were gay lovers and all she worried about was grandchildren. Horatio was also relieved that she took it better than expected and didn't have the massive coronary that he predicted earlier.

"Mom, we plan on adopting. You will have grandbabies. We may even try to find a surrogate mother to carry one for us," Hunter responded.

"I don't see what you find so funny!" she complained.

"Well, most Moms right now would be more concerned that their sons were either gay or lovers, not worried about grandkids," Harrison explained.

"I'm not worried about either of those. They are both legal and natural. I just want grandbabies. You guys are my only chance at them," she explained. "As long as I can get grandbabies, I am fine."

Both boys let out a long sigh of relief, thinking "two down, four to go". Now they only had to tell their grandparents. They dug into their chicken and ate it as if they hadn't eaten all day. Harrison grabbed both plates and refilled it with more chicken.

"Here you go, babe," Harrison responded, using one of his terms of endearment for his brother.

"Thanks, honey," Hunter replied.

"I suppose this was why you didn't want separate bedrooms or even beds," Mom commented.

"Well, that and the fact that we just didn't want to be separated. We've slept in the same bed from birth and didn't want to sleep any other way," Hunter responded for both of them.

"I guess the signs were already there. I don't know why we didn't see them," Horatio replied.

"Because we didn't want to," Harriet answered.

"Umm, what are Grams and Granddad going to say?" Hunter asked.

"And Mamaw & Papaw too," Harrison added.

"That remains to be seen. They can surprise you sometimes. You never know what they are going to do or say, but I suggest that we have drinks ready when they are told just in case," Horatio responded.

"Do we have to tell them right now? Can't it wait a little while, say a few years?" Harriet surprised them by asking.

"Now dear, you know better than that. Remember how mad they were when we didn't tell them you were pregnant with twins until you were eight months pregnant. Then there was the time that we didn't tell them that we would not have any more kids after we had the twins, because of the complications to the pregnancy. That should have taught you then. No, we will tell them tomorrow. It is long overdue!" their dad decided.

"You're right sweetie, though still I would like to skip that whole scene," Harriet replied.

Both boys just looked at each other and smiled. It was no secret where they got their flaws. From Dad they picked up being evasive when not wanting to answer questions, and from Mom they inherited the tendency to conceal unpleasant facts.

"Alright, honey, let's get back to the shop. We still have a couple of PCs to fix, and then we can stop for the day," Horatio said to Harriet.

"Okay, boys, please don't forget to put the lasagna in the oven at four on 350 degrees for an hour," Harriet asked her boys.

"Sure, Mom," they both assured her.

The couple watched their parents leave for work. Once Mom and Dad were gone, they sat in silence for a few moments, taking everything that had just happened in. They didn't really know what to think about all of this. Both parents had taken the news much better than they anticipated.

"That went over much better than I had hoped," Hunter finally broke the silence.

"Yeah, I didn't expect Mom to take it quite that well," Harrison agreed, "Now, how about that BJ I never got? I still need it very much."

Hunter could feel how much his brother "needed" it. "Sure babe, let's go to the bedroom," he led the way.

Harrison followed his brother. It still amazed him how much he loved Hunter. He never wanted to be away from him. It was agony when they spent any time away from each other. Their schools normally separated twins in classes. Their teachers soon noted that the twins fared better when they were together, so they allowed them to have the same classes.

Their bond was much closer than even most twins had. It surprised both teachers and doctors alike. Their parents never really thought much of it. They just accepted that it was natural. No one really knew how close the twins were, well no one, but the twins. They could feel each other's pain or even pleasure. Whatever one twin felt the other felt. They always got sick at the same time, not days apart, but the same day. They could even talk to each other telepathically. They even knew what mood the other one was in without any conversation.

They were so identical that the only way truly to tell them apart was through their fingerprints. The boys mostly used certain colors of clothes for their parents to tell the difference, though sometimes they wore the same color or even switched colors to pull a prank on their family and friends.

As they walked to the bedroom, Hunter's thoughts ran to his brother and their connection. Harrison was in desperate need to come. The urge had been there since this morning when Harrison gave Hunter the BJ. His brother's erection just barely eased enough not to be painful, but not to lesson the urge. Hunter felt it all day and desperately needed to help his brother. He reached down and pressed his own erection, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

Upon entering their room, Harrison reached for his brother and gave him a long kiss. He loved the way Hunter smelled. He had a woodsy smell that came from the soap they used. They normally used Old Spice after a shower, but today were unable to use it due to their father's untimely appearance. He opened the top snap to Hunter's pants and lowered the zipper, releasing the erection it contained. Hunter returned the favor. They stared into each other's dark green eyes, which smoldered with passion and need. The love they felt for each other was unlike any they felt for anyone else. It ran so deep they knew they belonged to each other. They were soul mates, two halves that made a whole. Both of them found this amusing, since they were once a single cell.

"I love that sandalwood scent on you from the soap, babe," Harrison mentioned, as they embraced.

"Thanks honey, you're not so bad yourself," Hunter answered.

At this point, both of them quickly shed the remnant of their clothes, eager for a sixty-nine. Harrison was especially ready, since he had gone longer without cumming than his brother. He was still extremely turned-on from the shower, not that Hunter was much less horny himself in his twin's presence. Hunter seized his lover and guided him to the bed at the same time as himself.

Unlike some people who had difficulty with the "sixty-nine" position, Harrison and Hunter acquired a great deal of practice with it. They had learned how to focus more on each other's pleasure without neglecting their own. It was a delicate balance, but time had taught the brothers how to maintain it and still enjoy themselves. The twins' unique empathy also allowed them to feel each other's pleasure, which heightened their arousal.

Hunter was particularly glad that he wasn't in the shower as before, since he would have found it even harder to avoid toppling over. He felt the intense rush of excitement that only his brother gave him when encircling his dick with his mouth and tongue. His brother's hot breath on his cock was Paradise.

Hunter also reveled in driving his twin to the brink with his own oral techniques. Harrison was partial to the "deep-throat" approach, which really intensified things in Hunter's method. Hunter, for his part, preferred the subtler tactic of licking and switching from the head of his lover's cock to his balls that Harrison was good at doing. Both guys had a knack for what each other really desired in the sense of oral pleasure.

Harrison, for example, loved to feel a hard cock down his throat. Hunter, meanwhile, relished the sense of power over his partner from teasing and tantalizing him. They also delighted in stimulating each others' ass through fingering. Harrison especially enjoyed this, the fullness growing with each added finger. By the time that Hunter was done, he had four fingers in his twin's asshole. This prompted a loud gasp of satisfaction from Harrison.

Hunter shivered when Harrison slid his fingers up and down the crack of his butt, tormenting him with the prospect of actual penetration. He even pushed back at Harrison, trying to convey the message that he wanted the teasing to end. Secretly, however, the anticipation gratified him as the finger-fucking itself did. Hunter admitted to himself that Harrison knew how to create the expectation of the invading fingers that he so craved.

There was only so much pleasure in the art of teasing, before it became torture (and in not in a good sense). Hunter now approached that point and demonstrated it to his lover by briefly stopping his twin's enjoyment. Harrison took the hint, finally slipping his fingers into his brother's asshole. Satisfied, Hunter resumed his involvement in their mutual exchange of pleasure.

After edging for a while, the twins felt the imminent fulfillment of their carnal passion. Each knew that the other felt the tightening jerk of the balls as the semen rushed up the shaft. Their dicks grew and flinched as their loads spurted out the openings into their eagerly awaiting throats. Both of them relaxed and held each other as their bodies returned to Earth.

"Oh, shit, look at the time! We need to put Mom's lasagna in the oven before we forget and she kills us!" Hunter exclaimed when he saw that it was after four.

"Yeah, we're in hot water as it is! I'm still dreading Mamaw and Papaw tomorrow," Harrison agreed nervously.

"True, Grams and Granddad are more laidback. They would be more worried about great-grandkids than anything else," Hunter added, as they hurried to the kitchen to follow Mom's earlier instructions.

"No, they're just as likely to get upset. Actually, I think that Mamaw and Papaw are more easygoing, due to all of their pot and stuff. I still dread that, anyway. Who wants to tell their grandparents that they're gay?" Harrison disagreed.

Once they had the lasagna safely placed in the oven, the brothers retired to the living room to watch some TV. Neither of the twins bothered to put on their clothes, as they were alone in the house. Mom and Dad were not due to show up until five.

Harrison and Hunter so wrapped themselves up in the TV show that they failed to hear the car pull up into the driveway. They didn't become aware that anyone had shown up until Mamaw and Papaw knocked once and walked through the front door.

"Hi, kids," they greeted their grandchildren in unison.

"Aw, fuck! Mamaw, we're not decent! Don't you know how to knock first?" the twins panicked, as they noticed that it was already five.

"We did. We just didn't wait for an answer!" Papaw replied.

"I changed your diapers! Y'all ain't got nothin' I haven't seen before!" Mamaw dismissed their complaint.

"Mamaw, we were babies back then, and we don't remember that! We'd like to keep it that way," Hunter blushed.

"You put the lasagna in the oven, right? I'm going to start a salad for dinner. Now, go get dressed, so you can help chop the vegetables, both of you! Papaw, get the garlic bread ready. I'm going to take the lasagna out to rest while we prepare everything. The kids will return from work shortly," Mamaw gave orders as she took over the place.

Mamaw had already put everyone to work in the kitchen by the time that Harriet and Horatio walked into the house.

"Y'all go change. Dinner will be done in a moment. I've got everything under control here. By the way, you need to tell your wayward boys to wear clothes around the house. I taught you better than that," Mamaw half-scolded her daughter.

"Yeah, I try, but they don't listen. These heathens like to run naked every chance they get," Mom defended herself.

"You think that's something, try seeing what I did when I came home for some parts this morning," Dad grinned.

"Dad!" the boys complained.

"Horatio!" Mom yelled at the same time.

Dad burst out laughing at the embarrassed twins, while hiss chuckled and shook their heads at the younger generations.

"What do you mean, Horatio?" Mamaw inquired.




Brotherly Love Ch. 02



"Well...," Horatio started to explain.

"DAD!! NO!!" the twins interrupted by screaming.

"Okay, I will tell them. Horatio walked in.....," Mom began.

"But, Mom, can't this wait until later?" the brothers whined.

"No, damn it, you've got me curious!" Mamaw insisted.

"Tell them now, boys, or I will!" Horatio warned them.

"Oh, alright! We're gay," the boys gave a partial answer.

"Finish tellin' 'em," Mom ordered the twins, who fidgeted around while dragging things out.

"Don't you think that we ought to give 'em some drinks first," Harrison stalled.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," Hunter supported his brother.

"Enough! I caught Harrison performing oral sex on Hunter here. They're lovers," Dad cleared his throat as he nervously told hiss the truth.

"I could have told you that! We figured that out ages ago. We thought that you were bright enough to think of that by now. All of the signs were there," Papaw chuckled.

"Dad, we missed that stuff because....," Mom stammered.

"Because you didn't want to believe it, right? Too busy worrying about grandchildren? Neither boy has shown any interest in girls the whole time we've known them. In fact, they are flamboyant examples of every gay cliché in existence!" Mamaw interrupted her daughter with some amusement.

"Why do you think that they run around naked all of the time? Or sleep together in the same bed? Most guys their age, even twins, would want separate rooms, or at least beds by now," Papaw observed.

"You guys, we're right here! You don't need to discuss us as if we're absent. Why do you always do that?" Hunter griped.

"See, as queer as Liberace! In fact, can they sing?" Papaw joked.

"Who the hell is Liberace?" Harrison asked.

"And no, we don't sing!" Hunter added.

"Well, unless you flirt with another guy! Then you'll sing soprano for a week!" Harrison warned his lover.

"Hey, I may look, but I never touch! Just like you and your favorite actor, Jerry Langer. Thank God, he's straight, or I'd be even more jealous!" Hunter retorted.

"Okay, ladies, that's quite enough!" Papaw got their attention.

"Don't know of Liberace? He's only one of the greatest singers and pianists ever! And you call yourselves gay! You've at least heard of Elton John, I hope!" Mamaw teased her grandsons about their ignorance.

"Well, of course, we've heard of him. Or more recently, Lance Bass! He's not bad-looking for an old, chubby guy! Mind you, Justin stayed prettier," Harrison chattered in stereotypical gay gossip mode.

"Alright, Ted Allen! This isn't a classic rerun of 'Queer Eye'," Hunter scolded his brother.

"And you thought that they were straight? Did you really quit the acid or are you high on something else? 'Cause I want whatever you're smoking," Papaw asked his daughter.

"Dad! You know that Horatio and I have never used any drugs, legally or otherwise!" Harriet lied.

"Ahchew!" Papaw replied,"Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit! Your mother and I know all about the pot that you stashed in your room! Think that we didn't smell it? We're still smoking it, especially since it's legal now."

"Hey, you're not supposed to talk about that, Harold! It's our secret!" Mamaw laughed despite her denial.

"Now, now, Hillary, they're no fools, either. Even if they didn't know that their sons were gay lovers. I've known from day one, but I always worried about how they would give us great-grandchildren. She is our only child," Papaw chided Mamaw in good humor.

"Don't worry, we're adopting! You'll get your grandchildren or great-grandchildren, depending upon who's complaining. Though I offered to make the supreme sacrifice and find a surrogate mom. Your little girl here didn't like my suggestion and threatened me with bodily harm if I actually did that. Of course, I only said that to make her jealous!" Harrison tormented Hunter.

"If you don't quit calling me a girl, I'm gonna turn you into one!" Hunter glared at him.

"Okay, stop fighting like an old married couple! I can see that y'all are destined to be together, for better or worse. No one else will be able to stand you two. God has a sense of humor, after all, or was that Cupid? Either way, quit backbiting so we can talk about this like a family," Mamaw put her foot down at last.

"Sorry, Mamaw," the twins apologized in unison.

"You should be sorry, Harrison. I'm still gonna get you for that comment," Hunter whispered to his brother while grabbing his own crotch painfully. He knew that his twin would feel his pain through their ESP.

"Damn!" Harrison caught himself swearing.

"Knock it off, both of you. It's time to talk this over like grown-ups at last," Papaw reminded them.

"How do you plan to tell your other grandparents? I'm not sure that they'll take it as well as we did. Of course, Howard and Heather might surprise us. They've done that once or twice. I still think that's funny that all of us have names that start with 'H'. That's karma or something like that. Couldn't just be a coincidence. When you adopt, you boys should carry on the family tradition. Maybe Hugh and Hilda," Mamaw needled her grandsons.

"Ew, I love you, Mamaw, but hell no! The poor things will skip that little family tradition. We're almost out of new 'H' names at this point, anyway," Harrison exaggerated, laughing lightheartedly at his grandmother's humorous request.

"Oh, come on! It's cute! Think of names like Horace and Hannah!" Hunter deliberately disagreed, mostly to jerk his brother's chain.

"I'm not having a son named 'Horace'! Hannah, maybe, but 'Horace'? It reminds me of that hippo. No thanks," Harrison argued, trying to keep a straight face.

"I'm not having a son named 'Hannah'! Poor kid would need therapy for life or try to murder us! Haven't you ever heard that really ancient song, 'A Boy Named Sue'?"

"It's not that old of a song, though it was a classic even in my day. Anyway, back to the topic on hand, I agree with adoption instead of finding an egg donor. The girl might change her mind if you did that. Plus, it's so damn clinical. I don't want my grandchild to be a test-tube baby!" Mom commented, which got Hunter sticking his tongue out at Harrison. The gesture really meant, "See, Mom likes my idea better!"

"Are you as hungry as I am? Let's change the subject to dinner and get them to quit talking about us," Hunter used their telepathy and hoped to make up for the tongue incident by coming up with a useful idea.

"Works for me," Harrison teased his brother, knowing that Hunter liked to claim that line for himself. After all, he was named partly after the TV cop who used that same line.

"Hey, I'm hungry! I think that Harrison is, too. Then again, he's so worried about his weight that he might decide to skip supper tonight," Hunter complained, while taking his revenge at his brother for stealing his line.

"The hell I will! I'm eating, with or without y'all. My stomach thinks that my throat's been cut!" Harrison replied, while getting up and mouthing "fuck you" at his brother.

"Anytime, bro. I'll use some lube, if I don't forget," Hunter sent his twin a private message through their psychic link.

"Not funny! You'd better use lube. Lots of it. Or payback's gonna be a bitch, honey!" Harrison answered very sweetly.

"Supper sounds great, though so does a nice shot of Jack right now. I'm no drunk, but I need it badly today!" Horatio remarked.

"Hurricane for me. You boys did a great job shopping, by the way. I was afraid that you'd get nothing but tequila and Clamato," Harriet spoke for herself.

"It's V8, Mom. Regular tomato juice for the Neanderthal here, of course," Hunter corrected his mom while putting down his partner's taste.

"Hey, scientists now say that we're part Neanderthal, so that's you, too," Harrison pointed out.

"Whatever, Tarzan. Here's your tomato juice, caveman," Hunter shot back.

"Does that make you Jane? Maybe I should club you on the head and carry you over my shoulder back to my cave. Besides, you're mixing two different things up. Now, give me my juice, little brother," Harrison demanded as the parents and grandparents rolled their eyes at the battle of wits. These two were so entertaining that they could never wish for straight kids instead.

"Hey, I'm only five minutes younger! Are you going to hold that against me for the rest of our lives? We're twins, for Pete's sake! Born the same day, remember?" Hunter shot daggers at Harrison for reminding him who was the firstborn.

"No, I'm gonna hold something else against you as soon as we're alone. Something nice and hard," Harrison blurted without really thinking first.

"Ew, boys! I think that I know more than is healthy about your sex lives as it is! Next time, close the damn bathroom door if you're gonna do that stuff, even if it's two hundred degrees! Either that, or keep it in the bedroom!" Dad grimaced, not wishing to think about his sons having sex with each other, even though he loved and accepted them. Gay stuff still didn't appeal to him.

"Okay, enough talk! Let's eat, before the food gets any colder! I like my lasagna nice and hot!" Mamaw stepped in and hurried everyone to the table.

"Love you, Mamaw!" Harrison and Hunter replied, trying to get on her good side.

"Love you, too, but I also like my supper warm!" Mamaw returned with a hearty laugh.

"Amen, Mom!" Harriet exclaimed as she filled the plates and salad bowls.

They were all really quiet while they ate, both from hunger and from fear of Mamaw. Even Papaw knew better than to talk when she wanted to devour food. His wife was known to kick him under the table now and then. He had the bruised shins to prove it, too.

When they were stuffed, Harrison and Hunter tried to excuse themselves and relieve the tension between them.

"Not so fast! Clear the table! The ladies need some help in the kitchen before you go off and do....whatever it is you guys do," Dad scolded.

"I don't mind that, as long as they help us first. Just keep it quiet. I don't want to hear it," Mom agreed.

"Or see it," Papaw teased his son as he lit his pipe.

"Dad! My husband doesn't need any reminders of what he saw," Mom complained, though she found Horatio's discomfort a little amusing.

"Yeah, believe me on that one! That's one image burned into my brain! Those boys are, well, huge," Horatio shuddered.

"That's TMI for me, though I believe you. I changed their diapers, remember? They were freakishly big down there, even then," Harriet shivered at the memory.

"Mom, Dad! Please don't talk about our size in front of Mamaw and Papaw! It's embarrassing!" the boys showed outrage.

"Oh, we've seen that, too. We also changed you boys. Trust me. This ain't news, though I don't care to be reminded," Mamaw made a face.

"Now, hurry up with the dishes and you guys can go play for a while!" Papaw insisted, his pot belly shaking with laughter.

Harrison and Hunter turned a new shade of red as they realized what Papaw meant by that. They rushed to clear the food away so they could escape this awkward situation and plan their getaway for tomorrow. There was also the matter of both of them being rather horny again



Brotherly Love Ch. 02



"Crawl onto the bed," Shawn instructed Luna. The two of them had stripped, and Shawn was sitting on the bed, his legs out in front of him, his cock hard. Luna stood at the foot of the bed, and as she bent over to climb onto the bed, her C cup breasts swung under her, giving Shawn a marvelous view. She crawled in between his legs and waited for more instruction.

"Good, now start with a hand job," Shawn commanded. She did as she was told, wrapping her hand around his thick dick. It was so large that her fingertips didn't even touch. Luna slowly began to move her hand slowly down the shaft and then back up.

"Very good. Now I want you to move to a blowjob. Did you do any of that with Evan?" Shawn asked her, wondering just how much his best friend had done with his sister.

"Yes," she told him honestly. She could barely believe what was happening. How long had she dreamed of this? She lowered her head until her mouth was at just the right level, and then she opened it, snaking her tongue out and around this tip of his mushroom-like head. She tasted his precum and moaned in delight. Then she began to lick slowly down the underside of his shaft, until she reached his balls. She fondled them with her hands and sucked on them before licking her way back upward.

"God Luna, you're a natural," Shawn encouraged her. She licked around his head again before engulfing it in her mouth, a few inches at a time. She'd take an inch more in and then pull back, and then do the same thing over again. Her hand moved down to her clit, playing with it, moistening her sex.

When he hit the back of her throat, she gagged and pulled off, or rather, she tried to pull off, but Shawn wouldn't let her. "Uh-uh," he said, shaking his head "I want you to swallow my cock. Let it slide down your throat." But Luna didn't want to, and she tried even harder to pull off. After a few minutes of struggling, Shawn let go of her head and she took her mouth off of him.

"That was an asshole move," she told him.

"No. You want to learn? You do everything I tell you. If you say no again, or resist me, then I'm done. It's up to you," Shawn responded, one eyebrow cocked. Oh, he was going to have a lot of fun with her if she agreed to that. He could just imagine what he could get her to do. He licked his lips as she nodded and apologized.

"I'll try again if you want," she offered.

"No," he said, waving his hand in the air as if dismissing the idea. "Today we'll just have sex, but you're in for a lot of training. It's going to involve things you don't want to do. I'm going to push your comfort zone the max. But for today, just do whatever you're comfortable with, OK? However, I am going to talk dirty to you, if you're not okay with that, let me know."

She nodded and straddled him, wanting so badly to feel his huge cock inside of her. "You sure?" Shawn asked, knowing that this was about to happen, and wanting to give her one last chance to turn back. She nodded and impaled herself on him, moaning loudly in pleasure as her vagina was stretched out by her brother's large stick.

"Shit," he groaned "your cunt is so fucking tight, sis," he told her as she began to move up and down on him. One hand of his came up to massage one of her breasts while the other rested on her hip, helping her move on him.

It wasn't long at all before she was bouncing up and down on him like she'd been doing it her whole life, moaning and squealing in pleasure as his balls slapped up against her ass. "I'm gonna cum," she told her brother, breathless, right before it happened. He made her ride through the pleasure. Her entire body shuddered and spasmed in bliss, and her walls tightened around his cock, gripping him even tighter than before.

Had Shawn not been as experienced as he was, he would have cum right then and there, but he was able to hold out longer. He planned to fuck her in at least two different positions, maybe three, before letting himself go. It all depended on her, if she was a true natural, she'd have him cumming in no time.

As she came down from her orgasm, Shawn told her to get off of him and to get on her hands and knees. He told her he was going to ram her like a mutt that needed to be punished, and she did exactly what he wanted. He aligned himself with her before sliding in and groaning. She squealed, still not used to the feeling.

"Massage your clit while I fuck your pussy," he ordered her, beginning to pick up speed as he rammed into her time and time again. Her hand slithered down her flat stomach to her throbbing clit and her fingers began to play with the sensitive nub.

It was a good thing the two of them didn't live in an apartment, because the noise alone would have gotten them evicted. Luna was quite a squealer and she had an amazing set of lungs. Each time she came, she screeched, and she came a lot.

By the time that Shawn came, she'd came at least nine times. He thrust one last time, pumping every inch of him into her, and let loose. He hadn't thought about condoms until that moment, and it scared him to death. He almost pulled out. But she felt too good for him to remove himself. He squirted every last drop into her, pulled his limp penis out, and collapsed next to her on the bed, where the two of them promptly fell asleep.



Brotherly Love Ch. 02



My sister always used to wear these shorts that were too long for my tastes that she hitches up when she's feeling hot, so I thought I'd do her a favor and get her luggage stolen for her.

Not by myself of course, she would kill me. But I know this guy at a panel beater and a little monetary encouragement later our bags and my car were happily being never found again.

Suffice to say she was mortified. She thought we had left the crime and corruption back at home, and couldn't believe that we could get our car stolen from under our noses. Of course with my 'insurance money' I managed to get voucher for clothes at a local lingerie and swim wear store. I took my darling shopping! Pretty soon after some coaxing her shorts and t shirt trips to the beach would become a bikini thong to the pool.

I had chosen the most devious of shops too! I had gotten only swim wear and lingerie catalogs back from the shop. She would obviously pick the more conservative items so I'd just reorder when she finished marking what she wanted. There was not a skirt or dress that finished off more than just past her ass. Nor were there any pants or long sleeved any things since I didn't want her going to the pool in that. Instead thin tank tops, bikini tops and strapless boob tubes ruled the day. I made sure too that the underwear catalog was of similar tastes. Lacy teddies and ultra-thin g strings were all she was getting. I ordered an entire lingerie section for her as well as a few very daring evening dresses. She obviously wasn't happy with her choices at first. But I told her we were going Tropical after all and everybody there dresses like that. 

'Besides' I said. 'You've got a beautiful body. Show it off a bit.'

She relaxed a little. 'Okay we'll see.'

'Anyway if you don't like it I'll buy you more.' I reassure her. The clothes came the next day and she modeled a few of the more conservative ones for me. I picked up a tiny yellow string bikini off the bed. It had double string attachments on both the top and bottoms. when I'd seen it in the catalog I just knew it would be perfect on her. 

'I bet you'd look great in this' I say. 

'Not in public' she said quickly 'But I may let you see me in it sometime.'

'Sometime?' I ask her daring her to say when.

'Sometime' she says again smiling this time.

I had made sure I'd chosen all of the skimpiest swim wear I could find. She loved wearing hot pants so her selection was craftily chosen from bikini bottoms that were almost thong and skin tight. My favorite was the most innocent looking of the lot that I'd found in an adult shop. It was far more modest than the others but it came with a special feature. It became translucent when wet. She is now quite at ease around me. She has no qualms walking around in just a bra and a g string; she sees me watching her sometimes but keeps her distance still. I suppose that she is adamant about enforcing the rule that since our parents died we don't get involved.

I knew that she was still very much a shy woman, growing up in a very conservative household and the idea of wearing any of these in a public place would be daring. So it was obvious that she would go for the trick swimsuit, and although it was very form fitting, outlining every contour on her body and barely covered the beginning of her fleshy cheeks at the rear it finished just under her navel, with the top being low enough to allow some of her cleavage to pop out squeezing her breasts together so that they appeared larger than they actually were. it was huge in comparison to most of the other swim wear.

Living almost on the beach front has its advantages. Access to your own private beach whenever you wanted and being able to step off your backyard and onto the sand was magical. No worries about carrying towels, sandals or even picnic baskets, although later on we did enjoy having our lunch out on a favorite rock that was expertly chiseled by the waves to provide sheltered seating and a table. The cottage that we had was beautifully designed and created to be secluded from its immediate neighbors. Hence with its high walls and easy beach access nobody would even know you were home. The only visible part of the house was the showers just on the edge of the property. An amazing feat of plumbing it was too, because you could get hot and cold water shooting at you all over your body from eight different places at once.



Our first stop this morning would be the beach, where we had spent countless hours of our childhood. We were both eager to re-explore the little slice of the ocean we could call our own. So we went off to the beach, no guesses at what she was wearing. There being not a soul in sight she is quite relaxed. She sits down on the sand near the edge of the waves and beckons me over. She's a lot more fun when she forgets herself. It's not long before she is splashing in the water and frolicking in the waves. Sadly I see no difference in her swimsuit. I move more inside the little beach to a rock formation that is a semi tidal pool. The water is only knee high in most places but the calming effects of the ocean and added security of the rock pool are overpowering and even I let go of my body and let the sea have its way with it. She too eventually cools down a little and begins squatting in the water on her knees. After being submerged for about half an hour, I randomly get glimpses of her that are very promising. She lies in the water being caressed by gentle waves that pick her up and reveal beautiful pink nipples clearly through the transparent white top. Having swayed all this time with the ebb and flow of the waves, her eyes are closed, and her body totally relaxed quite oblivious of everything.

Although after a while even though I was careful not to stare the way I usually do, she realized she was naked. She freaks out. I ask her innocently what's wrong. And covering her breasts with one arm and her other jammed between her thighs she said 'I think we need to go back. My suit is see through'.

'Oh really!' I exclaim 'let me see!'

'No ways!'

'Look I'm the only one around and its a private beach. It can't be that bad. Besides you have a beautiful body'.

She calmed down a notch. 

'Look' I continued. 'There's no one about. Sit back down in the water and just relax'. 

She did as I suggested. 

'You trust me, don't you' I asked 

'Yes I do you know I do'.

'I'd never hurt you or let anything happen to you'. I said quite truthfully. 

'Thank you she says', relieved. 'I know you will take care of me'.

And pulling away from me a bit says 'it doesn't look that bad does it?'

And though I could see every curve of my sisters pussy, her beautifully crafted lips pressed together by the weight of the water on the material and her shaven cunt glistened within the cheesecloth thin pants, I reply 'No of course not' quite vehemently.

'You can't even notice, only up close. And don't worry you are so beautiful I can't take my eyes off your face anyway.'

She laughs at that, my silly vain princess, and splashes water at me. 

After a while we finally tire of the water and just sit on the sand enjoying the sun. We head back to our cabin, to the outside shower and being full of sand and sticky from the salty water I jump in and wash up. Surprisingly she joins me and in seconds her body is alive with water drenching her almost naked skin. She watches me intently. A last look I think to see if I notice her. Does she want me to? I don't look at her though but look at her straight in the eye and say 'shall I order pizza?'

she laughs and says 'last one in pays!' And with a peck on my cheek she races in still dripping.

I follow her, thoughtfully rubbing the spot she kissed on my face. I just past her test, and was rewarded with a kiss.

She flops onto the sofa now towel dry. Her body is still fully visible under the suit. I'm so tired she exclaims. I think I'll just sleep here till the pizza comes. And like a gift to my eyes she shuts her eyes, knowingly letting me soak in every visible pore of her completely exposed flesh, with my hungry eyes to my heart's content. More rewards.

After a while I suppose when she is convinced that she is dried off and I won't be able to drool over her anymore, she opens up her eyes and asks 'when is the pizza coming?' 

'I don't know' I say 'maybe half an hour more'. 

'Good!' She exclaims 'enough time for a bath'. 

Only a woman would show you so much when you seem to not want to see anything. But when you do she won't. Wondering what reward I was going to be in for next I switch on the tv and watch crocodiles dying for twenty minutes until the pizza guy came. As I open the door and greet the guy she comes bursting in, in the shortest towel I'd ever seen grabbed around her midriff covering her breasts and just about nothing else. The poor guy takes one look at her melts faster than cheese then looks at me and quickly takes his money and leaves. His last look back happens to be when she bends to pick up the box, the towel around her coming apart showing off her svelte stomach slender waist and thighs, but because she is bent over and has generous thighs there's not a sight of those luscious lips. Oblivious to all this she bites in, right there. As the pizza guy stumbles out of the driveway I chastise her.

'And you are worried about wearing a see through bikini' I say disgustedly.

'What' she says innocently over a mouth full of steaming pizza. 'You gave that guy quite an eyeful there' I say getting worked up now.

'I'm sorry' she says 'I got so excited about the pizza I forgot. Forgive me?' She whispers in a baby voice as she kisses me gently on my lips.

'How can I not' I say a bit dazed. 

'Good' she laughs, taking another bite. And still tasting mozzarella and oregano on my lips I watch her saunter off with one more slice.

'For a moment I thought you were jealous. That guy was cute.'

And with that she turns around flings her towel at me and walks off into the bedroom, proudly showing off her sweet bare ass for a few seconds. She returned in an oversized gown however; ready to do justice to the rest of the pizza.

That entire afternoon I had been dreaming of getting into her panties. When she has a chance to wear any, that is. She had teased me the entire day and had flirted constantly but at the same time telling me how much she trusted me and valued my respect for her by not taking advantage of her. Enough to leave me totally insane.

After eating the pizza we sat together watching an old movie. The great thing about this place was that the mornings were warm enough for the beach and the evenings just chilly enough to hold and romance somebody with popcorn and an old movie. But she soon tired of the film and went up to her room saying she was going to change into something a bit more comfortable and came down ten minutes later in a lacy teddy. It was pink and low cut on the top with two spaghetti straps supporting her breasts. Although see through, she must have very carefully rearranged her nipples, because as hard as I looked I coudn't see them, The briefs however were tantalizingly! Translucent, and were she not clean shaven she wouldn't be walking around in it. The cut of the bottoms ended past her cunt beginning on her thighs which drew more attention to her pussy than anything else. She stood legs slightly apart and I loved the way her thighs always brushed together but molded away to leave a gap at the start of her lips. Even more so with this 'outfit' as I could see the beginnings of her ass cheeks from the front. They finished off nicely at the back tapering high between her cheeks. 

'And now' I asked her.

'Well' she said 'seeing as I can trust you around me I thought I'd try out some of the lovely little out fits you bought me.' 'What do you think' she continues gesturing to her outfit 'How do I look?'

'Well' I say, 'you always look very beautiful and very sexy. But that outfit is sizzling on you. That would make any man go crazy.'

'Thank you' she flushes appreciatively.' I knew you'd like it.'

'Shall I put another movie on?' she asks me innocently

'Okay' I say wondering what she was up to because I knew that tone of voice by now. 

She picks out another movie from the table. We had rented a Dvd player, but the tv had come with the house. The Dvd player is on the floor under the table for the tv so she has to bend down to get to it. She gets on all fours and spreads her legs apart putting her head down near the Dvd player. As she wiggles her ass playfully from side to side her nicely packaged cunt shows through very clearly as the material underneath is stretched very thinly over her lips. Her tightly covered sex moves as well and I get the impression that she is making herself horny moving like that. I'm just an arm's length away from her and whether she will say anything or not I just can't help myself. I reach over and pretending to pull out her little wedgie for her, making sure to caress her outer lips and to my delight I find them wet. No wonder the fabric is molded around her lips so tightly! I lift up the thin fabric out of the lips of her labia, and work a finger into her sex.

She turns and smiles at me encouragingly but before I can delve in any deeper she gets up and snuggles up beside me.

'You're a naughty boy' she comments. 

She then turns over beside me resting her head on my lap and swinging her legs over the armrest. I comfortably place my hand on her bare midriff leaving it to lie on the base of her tummy.

She moves her head around my lap to watch the movie. She eventually falls asleep on me, and then, as she wanted, I put her into her room.

And true to form in the middle of the night she was screaming again. I was quite groggy when it happened so by the time I even get out of my bed and put clothes on she had already hopped into my bed and latched onto me tightly. 

'I don't have any clothes on' I complained.

'Its okay' she replies. 'I trust you. Please just hold me. I know I tease you a lot but I just need you to comfort me now but nothing else. I'm not ready yet take another step.'

'Are you saying then that there's a chance of another step between us' I ask.

'I don't want to talk about it now' she replies. 'Maybe some other time.'

As I hold her I realize she is still wearing that sexy teddy from this evening and I can feel my dick harden against her naked stomach as she burrows into me and I know she can feel it too.

'I'm sorry' I stammer out. 'Its just that you in that outfit and me naked ...'

'I understand' she says. 'Don't worry about it.' 'Although if you need to release yourself in the loo I don't mind.'

I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. But instead of suffering the entire night with my sister who wouldn't put out, I go find my own release. Knowing that she knows exactly what I'm doing puts me over the edge, and in three short strokes i cum harder than I've ever cum in my life by myself. 

Exhausted I creep into bed, and the only thing I am aware of is awaking the next morning with her atop of me, snoring gently.

She stirred a little and I realized she was awake now. I rub her hip gently caressing it like a hungry lover.

She looks up at me and smiles easily. She moves her hand from around me and onto my naked chest twirling her fingers around the little hairs there. 

'I thought you'd have raped me by now' she says slyly.

It took every ounce of good in me not to I think to myself. 

But I reply that 'I would never have done such a thing'.

Her face grows solemn suddenly. 'Yes' she replies 'I know I can trust you now and I appreciate your respect for me'.

The she becomes a raptor again, and dives down to my right nipple, biting it.

She moves to get up from bed and as her hand traverses my torso she brushes against my rock hard erection, squeezing it gently. 

'Although I'm glad I still make you happy,' she grins. 

She leaps off the bed and goes to my bathroom.

When I go in after a while I find her still in there, brushing her teeth. She's standing over the sink still in her sexy little teddy, which in the light of day isn't even necessary as a clothing option. I don't pull on my boxers, proudly waving my always erect penis about, wanting her to acknowledge it. I go inside but I make to leave when I realize that there's not that much space for the both of us, when she beckons me over saying 'I'm nearly done.'

'I see you moved in quite comfortably' I say to her, noticing all her toiletries strewn in my bathroom. 

Staring at my erection, through the mirror, she finally tears her eyes away to looks up at me and smile. She bends over in front of me, to spit out the water in her mouth, so to move out her way I go into the little space between her and the wall but she stays down and I become stuck behind her. I've got no option but to stand directly behind her as she does this. Now to reach my brush I need to get right up against her, with her butt jammed up against my already hard dick. As she brushes her entire body moves, and the friction makes me even harder than I already am. She takes almost years to brush her teeth, and nearly makes me come when she suddenly stops and whisks around I almost toppling over her.

She gives me a naughty wink, says 'brush your teeth quickly I'm gonna have to have another shower after that' and saunters out the door.

After Katy's shower she comes out in just a g string, covering her breasts with her left arm. 

'There are no towels in your bathroom.' She states to the room in general which I ignore.

'Pass me a towel please' she says, curtly.

Seeing an opportunity to be naughty I throw the towel a little too short of her knowing full well that she'd forget herself and try to catch it with both hands. She didn't disappoint. 

'What a nice ... Catch' I say to her.

She glares at me but makes no motion to cover herself up. Instead she slowly covers her dripping hair with the towel wrapping it around her head. She walks off in a huff to her room

But a while later she comes into my room and wants to talk. She flops down beside me still in her g string, and says her back hurts and wouldn't I massage it for her? I climb up beside her to do her bidding. 

Her body is stiff and tense but the signals she is giving me are anything but that. My fingers enjoy the supple curves of her back tracing the contours of her spine as it flexes in trusting response to my gentle kneading. As I work my fingers into the knots between her shoulder blades I feel her body emanating heat especially from the zones that I activate with my touch.

'Why don't I get some massage oil' I ask her after a while. 

'Okay' she says 'there's some in my room.'

I go to her room to fetch the oil and when I get back I find the g string now thrown on the floor with her on the bed, naked, but lying on her tummy. 

'I thought you could give me a full body massage 'she says huskily 'if you don't mind.'

'Oh not at all' I reply with as much husk as I can possibly stammer back...

Beginning with her legs now I slowly rub her soft sensuous thighs working her legs gently apart. Not that her legs need much coaxing to stay together. Within minutes of massaging I can see her beautiful sex glistening invitingly. I work up higher and higher every so often letting my oily fingers slip between her inner thighs. Finally unable to take it anymore, the scent of her arousal becoming stronger with each passing moment I let my fingers roam up to her cunt and begin fondling her. As I tease her lips apart and slowly slide a finger in she tenses up.

'No!' she cries out. Thinking that I'd somehow hurt her I jump up and start to apologize when she says

'I'm sorry I just don't think I'm ready for that yet. I don't mean to lead you on or tease you. Just give me some time okay?'




Brotherly Love Ch. 02



'Okay' I say. I don't mind. 'Calm down and let me finish your massage.' I begin again at her shoulders.

'Thank you' she murmurs quietly. 'Sometimes it's hard to decide what I really want you know. My mind is still wrecked after mom and dad and I don't want to spoil our relationship as it stands. I really need you to be strong for me right.'

I stop massaging suddenly irritated with her.

'Look, you are the one teasing me all the time and if you want just a platonic relationship between us then you'd better stop. '

At this she gets up covering herself around the waist with the gown but leaving her breasts exposed.

I sit down beside her and continue. 'Do you ever realize how much I want you? Every time I look at you I want to hold you and love you. I yearn for you so much but I know I cannot have you. You just make it so much harder when you tease me.' I get up and begin to leave.

'I'll let you change.' I say.

'Wait' she says. I love you too.'

'I just didn't realize you cared about me so deeply, Daniel, it's just that you never said anything. I'm afraid of getting hurt.'

'I won't hurt you' I promised her. 

'I know. But I still want to take it slow.'

'That's okay with me' I say. 'As long as we are going somewhere with this then its fine.'

'So I can keep up my hanky panky' she asks slyly.

'Yes' I smile and reach out and pinch her nipple. 'As long as I can too.'

She looks stunned not expecting that. 

'Deal.' She answers. 'But no sex until I say so, okay?'

'You can take as long as you like deciding when to have sex as long as you love me and you know I love you then I'm happy.'

At that she hugs me tightly, my sisters bare breasts crushing against my chest. 

'Thank you she says again. 'Now let me change' she says scooting me out of the room.

That conversation changed a lot between us. There has always been a sexual undercurrent in our relationship, but at that moment I think we both realized that we truly did respect and love each other. I had stopped seeing her as just another pussy I had to have, and had developed fierce feelings for her. My need to protect her was paramount, and even if that meant protecting her from me, I would.

Over the next few days she just automatically just slips a leg over mine and her arm on my chest at bed time. It makes me uncomfortable at first because she insists on me staying naked and on me holding her.

It became harder and harder for me not to take advantage over her especially since she never wears more than just a tiny top that finished under her breasts and a lacy g string. She always ends up sleeping with an arm over her head, and I loved the way the gorgeous underside of her pert breasts stuck out from under the tops she wore the rounded golden flesh seeming to glow slightly. My favorite was a sleeveless cropped t-shirt and her barely there thong. The t-shirt stopped just below her nipples, and were she to even raise her arms the slightest bit both nipples would be screaming for freedom.

Her favorite little outfit I've noticed is a piece of flimsy organza that wraps around her waist like a skirt and lies open at her left thigh. It sits above her cheeks at the back but is just low enough at the front to cover her crotch. That is why she likes it I think because I never know whether she's wearing panties underneath or not. 

I think now that it's more that she is testing me and trying to see how far she can push my limits. She is always nearly on top of me and my hands have no option but to touch and hold her. And by holding her I cannot help not letting my hands roam. I usually wake up every morning with a hand cupping a warm firm breast or around her ass cheeks. It's usually a bare breast too because her wispy little negligee or shirt always rode upwards leaving her as naked as I was. 

The first night when she decided that just a mere vest of mine, and nothing else, would serve as night clothes, was when I thought I may get lucky. She had never before blatantly not worn underwear to bed. The transparent cotton fabric let her cleavage hang out gloriously, not even attempting to cover her areola, her engorged nipples threatening to rip the material apart. The bottom of the vest brazenly didn't cover enough of her pussy lips, enough for me to know that she unabashedly was not wearing any panties. So that night I waited for her to fall asleep, my hand on its usual place caressing her bare ass cheek, while she nodded off, atop me. She had a leg slung over me, as usual, but most importantly allowing me for the first time unclothed access to her ass, although with her naked moist cunt firmly mashed against my thigh I couldn't touch her there. She probably manipulated this situation, I realized. I wasn't one to disappoint, so I let my finger roam further down her ass crack than they had ever been, to the rim of her asshole. She moaned sleepily, and taking this as encouragement, I very slowly pushed in a finger. She moaned softly again, with a satisfied deeper growl, but when I pushed more in she tightened around my finger, as if to not allow me in any further, but to keep me there. Each time I tried to push in more she would clench her butt cheeks around my hand, yet would do the same if I tried pulling out. I was just glad to have some appendage in her. So we fell asleep that way, and I awoke in the morning still being a good butt plug.. I wanted her to acknowledge what we were doing, so I awake her on the pretext of wanting to know if she wanted any breakfast. Yet she wouldn't acknowledge my finger in her butt, even when she awoke, said yes, and went back to sleep! How my heart screamed for her acknowledgement.

I tried in vain to ask her about it but failed spectacularly. We were at the supermarket walking down an isle buying two bottles of mango juice (her favorite)

'Hey, about what happened last night' I tried starting.

'Something happened last night?' she replies back, a bit too fast.

'No,' I reply. 'Nothing happened.' You know that feeling you get when the prettiest girl in school denies ever kissing you behind the school swimming pool? Even though you were both there? Kissing? That's how I felt.

I realized she would not admit to anything, and rather than forfeit what I had, or could have, I shut my mouth.

I think that she was still too afraid to acknowledge the relationship, but wanted it just as badly as I did. She never complained when I held her at night on whichever part of her body I touched, anything just short of pleasuring her, was acceptable. It was as if she would surrender her body to me at night to do as I willed yet behaved differently during the day. She would even be awake some mornings sleepily talking to me in bed when I would caress her breasts or even run my fingers across her lips or into her asshole, especially when she didn't wear panties. But try as I might doing the same as soon as she awoke properly or during the day anywhere near any part of her underwear was off limits. Yet she didn't mind my own nakedness going so far as to sometimes playfully cupping and lightly squeezing my testicles or giving my cock a stroke or two asking 'Is that for me' and was almost always with a thigh over my dick, lightly rubbing it in her sleep.

So I became very comfortable being naked around her to the point where I came to enjoy it because I could see how much it turned her on. We would wake up in the morning and I'd get out of bed and in front of her go shower and shave in the buff and then let her watch me dress up. She seemed to be looking at me now just as much as I was looking at her. Most mornings I would wake up with a raging hard on. The first times she noticed it she would giggle and sometimes laugh. But she couldn't take her eyes off it. Sometimes I would rub on my dick while she watched, more to get her off than to release my own tension. 

There came quite a change in her too after that day though. It was as if she was suddenly proud to show off her own body, especially to me. Granted she had always teased me a lot but after that day she was always as near naked as she could possibly be or she was in one of my t shirts during the day and nothing else that conveniently covered just enough for her not to get in too much trouble. She seems to forget the panty at night more often now letting my fingers do overtime. At the beach or pool however if there was the slightest of chances someone might see her she'd find the tiniest swimsuit she bother with.

As it is she now worries me to go shopping for more every time we go into the villa. Not that I mind, she spends hours modeling for me, always having an eye for what I'd like on her. I love looking at her body. Never mind I now knew every curve of it like my own body I still enjoyed looking at her especially when she would put on a show for me showing off her new purchases. The way she would adjust her breasts in front of me or ask me to do it for her! Or the way she'd bend down in front of me knowing I'd be looking at her sexy g string or watching her bum.

I tease her and tell her she should be naked in bed too just as I am.

'Okay' she says defiantly. 'Tonight I'll sleep naked with you. But no sex. Let's see if you can handle it.'

'Of course I can' I reply 'you are almost naked in bed every day anyway.'

As a reward for being naked she decides she needs new clothes, so we go shopping. She slips into a pretty yellow summer dress and I am dressed equally as comfortable in shorts and a t shirt.

We get into the car and she takes shotgun. 

'Sheesh it's hot she exclaims.' And with that plants both feet firmly on the dash with her dress riding up to her knees. After a while she still complains about the heat so I switch on the air con. Seizing her opportunity she spreads her legs even more apart to encompass the air con fan so that the fan shoots under her dress. Her dress now moves further, halfway down her thighs. 

She rubs her legs, asking me 'do they look smooth, I've just shaved.'

I lean over running my left hand over giving her leg a critical inspection right up to the side of her thigh. 

'Not really,' I reply. 'Maybe you should let me do it for you.'

'No problem,' she says, looking at me with a wicked grin. I don't remove my hand, instead just letting it traverse across her leg and along her inner thigh.

'That's far enough' she says 'I don't want you getting any ideas about tonight' she hints darkly.

With a quick squeeze of her legs she brings her legs together preventing me getting any further but she doesn't say anything else and lets me rest my hand just a centimeter from her cunt. I continue driving in this fashion until we get to the mall. When we get home after a particularly heavy shopping session I told her we should pretend to do a photo shoot with my digital camera. Nothing could have made her more excited. I needed to charge batteries first so she headed off into the shower. I myself anticipating something this evening changed into a pair of boxers. She came out in a towel and rushed off to get a whole stack of clothes she wanted to try. She laid the entire pile on the coffee table and picked one up. At first she tried on an outfit and then slipped into her bedroom to change again. But after a few pants and evening gowns went on she just started dropping the dress in front of me, standing in her micro blue g string and nothing else. I was quite comfortable seeing her like this being used to now spending whole days with her in bikinis and much less in bed so I never batted an eyelid. After a while it being hard to change with one arm she forgot about covering her breasts and even posed for me topless once or twice thrusting out her chest to make her breasts seem bigger. She then had an exquisite blue satin evening gown she had bought a week before she was dying to try on. She looked gorgeous in it but the slit being very high cut I told her she'd rather remove the g string since it was too visible. Only she would have been able to carry off a dress like that with no underwear on! After a few photos she starts pulling off the dress she doesn't bother about being naked just turns her back to me and puts on another evening gown, this one a cream sheer see through garment that wraps around her accentuating her curves perfectly. That's when my batteries died on me. But I don't say it out loud. I know I can't stop now i I've got a good thing going so I just pretend to keep taking pictures and slowly turn up the heat. Up to now she had never worn all of the sexy lingerie I had bought her. I thought this the perfect opportunity to see her in some of it.

'You know' I began 'you would make a great underwear model'

'You just want to see me in that lacy stuff you bought me, don't you' she smirked

Yes I do I admitted. C'mon put on a few for me you'd look great.

'Okay' she replies 'but only a few.'

She ended up bringing back the entire lot with her. 

She asked me which she should put on first; I sift through and find a gorgeous black and white bustier with thin black lace suspenders and a matching g string. She puts it on in again back to me and began posing for more pictures. With each change I was becoming more and more aroused. My dick bulged out in my boxers tenting the material. She watched it intently but never said anything. But it has a life of its own and twitches every time she would put on something more daring. She notices this and takes in a sharp breath every time it happens. Her next outfit is so scandalous that she doesn't bother turning around anymore she just drops her g string in front of me and slips it on. It is a completely transparent negligee that shows everything. I think she put it on just to see my reaction.

'I love it' I manage to breath out

'Then you will love this' she says, also sounding quiet breathless.

She then does another pose for me that is the last straw. She stands legs far apart in a micro thin g string that is so tiny it sits just on her lips hardly covering them. The entire material is wide enough to cover my one finger. She keeps tugging it between her lips so that it rides up her sex, with her pert nipples standing to attention. 

She hooks both her thumbs on the sides of the g string bends down and slides it off. She sees me grinning at her, and walks over to me still naked, and hands it to me.

'I creamed them for you, just like the first pair'

I just grin at her, waiting for her reaction to the dead camera.

'What's up' she asks raising her left eye brow suspiciously. I tell her that the batteries in the camera died almost twenty minutes ago.

'What!' She exclaims 'let me see that!' and reaches for my camera. She grabs it and sees I have been lying and makes to chase me.

I run off into the bedroom but she jumps on me and wrestles me onto the bed. She begins to tickle me all over and being half naked myself I can't bear it She pushes me down straddling me with Both her legs wrapped tightly around mine and holds down my hands. I can't help eying her breasts swaying seductively just inches from my lips. I can feel her moist sex against my dick as it somehow manages to take the strain of being so close to her pussy. Suddenly she stops laughing and tickling me because she finally feels it too. I see her nipples tightening and becoming even more suckable. My hands held down and my mouth my only weapon I reach up and take her right nipple into my mouth rolling it gently round my tongue at first but she tries to pull away. She is now exerting her strength in the opposite direction but still trying to hold down my hands, so I lean forward sucking gently but not letting go until she moans softly giving in. She releases my hands and my fingers are quick to explore her body while still suckling her breasts, caressing her bare thighs going up to her backside and pressing down on both cheeks so that she feels my hard dick under her all the more. She sighs again deeply and understanding for once my need for her begins rocking atop me ever so gently.

'Please' she begs of me 'no sex'

'Then what are we doing right now' I ask her in wonder. 

'I'm going to pleasure you' she replies seductively. 

She moves faster, teasing me with long and then short strokes. Suddenly she begins rotating her hips and instead of moving up and down she moves my dick from side to side within herself squeezing and tightening the muscles on the outside of her vagina and inner thigh.

'Are you enjoying that baby?' she asks in a sultry voice I had never heard before.

'Yes I am' I manage to croak back. 

"I can tell," she smirks

"I would like being inside you even more," I hint, enjoying our dry hump.

'Not happening, she warns. 'Now shut up and let me cum.'

Before I can answer the speed of her thrusts become ferocious, and even with the boxers on it feels better than anything I had experienced before.

She rides me as if we were really fucking. She begins to moan and twist, grinding her hips atop me. I wish these boxers didn't exist, but we were too caught up to stop. Katy began to really work me, just like she was riding my dick. She suddenly drops down and lays on top of me, still grinding her pussy into me. She looked me in the eyes and crushes her breasts against my chest, her hard nipples searing my own flesh.

I felt myself start to tingle, and knew I would blow my load if this kept up.

'Cum with me?' she says almost psychically. 'I want you to pretend you're deep inside me, coming in my pussy.'

I couldn't believe I heard her say that. After all these week of denying this very act! There was no stopping what was going to happen now, and I only hoped that she would be able deal with the consequences..

She suddenly tenses up and crushed herself against me, holding onto me tight as her orgasm begins. She whimpers and breaths a series of quick sharp breaths, and then her jaw dropped and she silently cried out. Her eyes were closed and her legs were locked around me, and she grabs my pillow as she began to circle her pussy around atop me. The pressure was finally too much, and I let out a grunt as my own orgasm began.

We were both in heaven, even though our sexes weren't even touching. And it was so intense! Katy's voice came back to her halfway through her climax. I grab onto her hips and hold her tightly against me as I began firing off under the covers. Katy spasmed on top of me while I released powerful jolts of cum beneath her. We both rode out our orgasms while holding onto each other. As Katy came down from her climax, she put her hands on either side of my head and looked at me in the eyes as she felt the last sparks inside of her.

After we were both calmed down, she pressed her pussy into me again, and held herself there.

she lowers her face to mine and passionately kisses me. It was strange, knowing this was my sister, since kissing made this a more intimate act. But it felt really good, so normal, and so right.

The next morning I am awakened early by her sucking on my earlobe. She is straddled on top of me again still naked. I smile and kiss her deeply and just hold her naked body to mine. I can feel the sexual heat entwining both our bodies. 

'I said I'd be naked last night and I was' she says 'and you couldn't handle it either.'

She jumps up and stretches slowly thrusting out her peaked nipples and proudly showing off her sexy womanhood with her legs apart. I feel a not unpleasant burning sensation on my groin. Imagine my shock when I looked down to find myself completely hairless and her still standing above me now with the biggest smile on her face I'd ever seen.

I was too shocked and amazed. All that could come out of my mouth was a warbled 'why?'

'Well you were snoring like a baby last night after you came all over me and I still as horny as hell and just as bored. Think of it as payback for your camera trick.'




Brotherly Love Ch. 02



'Then maybe you should try real sex' I retorted. 'Besides that doesn't really explain why you had to go and do this.'

'Well it was irritating the hell out of me every time I'd put my leg over you your little poky hairs scratch my thighs.'

'Nobody asked you to put your thighs all over my dick' I retort back miffed.

'Well nobody asked you to maul my breasts all night long. And don't look at me so innocently. I can feel the way you touch me.' 

'Besides' she said almost apologetically you look quite sexy like that. It makes your dick look bigger. 

'It does I ask? Well then I'll shave it every day!'

'I used hair removal cream, moron' she laughed throwing a pillow at me. 

'Try every three weeks. At least now you'll have something to parade about each morning. I like a clean shaven guy.'

'Tell you what' she continues, 'You look a bit sticky still with the hair remover, why don't we shower together and I'll wash it off for you' she asks daringly.

I could feel my cock just ache at the thought of that. 

'But this shower is so small' I said 'I doubt we'd fit in together'.

'But the one outside is big enough'. She replied quickly 'Come on no one is out this time of the morning and besides it'll be fun showering together'.

So we went outside. I threw a towel over my shoulder just in case there was someone outside. Seeing nobody I dropped it and jumped inside. She was still naked from last night and stepped in as well. Let's wash each other it'll be more fun that way she suggested. She began lathering my chest with a sponge and not knowing where to begin myself I just stood there and let her have her way with me. The force of the hot water and the sensitivity of my newly shaved skin combined with the closeness of her naked body made me very aroused and she noticed almost immediately. 

'Mm' she said taking my Swollen shaft in one hand and rubbing it with soap with the other. 'Somebody decided to finally wake up'.

Instead of feeling uncomfortable I felt very much at ease with her and enjoyed her slow stroking and lathering of me. I in turn decided not to miss out on any of the action so I began with her shoulders moving down her back then work my way around to her tummy, and not being able to stand it anymore, start massaging her breasts, caressing the soap around her hard nipples. 

'You know' I moan out 'you keep doing that I'm going to come'.

At that she begins going faster and I helplessly follow her as a wave of euphoria envelopes me as I explode all over her. 'It's my turn now' she says, breathlessly

She quickly soaps up and rinses off before reaching for the shaving cream. I am just standing there, hypnotized at the sight of her naked body, so daringly exposed for me, having been covered, however little, for so long. She now lathers her legs and begins to shave from her sexy ankles all the way up to the top of her shapely thighs. 'She then spreads the foam on her already bald sex. She shaves in downward strokes towards her pink pussy lips. With her pubis clean, she lathers now directly over her cunt.

She focuses on her labia, which are spread wide and engorged. She shaves the outer lips, pulling them tightly back to get them as smooth as possible. She then spreads them, in order to get the few hairs that sprout from inside.

Every detail of her pussy is clearly visible to me from that firm little clit down to the tight entry to her depths.

"Well, bro, as long as you're there, you might as well make yourself useful.' She demands. 'Wouldn't you like to shave my strawberry for me?"

she turns around and bends over, placing a foot on the step of the shower allowing me full access to her gorgeous cheeks. 

I help her rub the cool lather of the shaving cream over her whole ass. My hands push the soap over every curve, down the sweet cleft between her cheeks, over her asshole and down almost to the lips of her labia. I then draw the razor across her taut ass cheek, moving slowly to the center of her ass, before skipping to the other side and repeating. I then pulled her cheeks apart with one hand and shave down the center, taking care not to draw the blade directly across her 'strawberry' as she'd put it.

Unable to resist it anymore and knowing she was extremely horny; I slowly circle my fingers on her clit. I begin fingering her opening and am amazed at how wet she is. How I have yearned for this moment. To be able to touch and feel her in this way. She doesn't resist me, instead she turns around and raises her right leg up over the shower step and leans her left arm on the shower rail raising her sex in direct contact with the jets of hot water at the same time giving me full access to her woman hood.

'I thought you said no sex. '

'No sex' she repeats. But I didn't say no playing.'

I turn off the top jets; bend down to my knees and cupping both her cheeks in my palms leaning into her sex, taking the soft folds of her outer lips into my mouth. I run my tongue over her opening, teasing her into submission. 

"Oh God!" she moans uncontrollably as the hot water shower heads sprays us drenching her cunt. 

Pulling her lips gently aside. I dive in and lick deeply inside her.

"Daniel! Oh, Daniel. That feels so good!"

I put my mouth over her cunt now and suck away on her engorged clit.

"Dan...FUCK!"

I became incredibly turned on by hearing my baby sister swear like that. It was a first for me! She continued to pant and moan as I nibbled on her clit, then inserted a finger into her pink pussy.

"Oh god. That's incredible! God dammit!"

I go faster with my tongue lapping up her love button and now can feel her body quiver about to climax

Daniel I'm gonna cum! God Daniel you're making me cum so hard!'  

Her entire body shakes with the force of the orgasm. Still hard I want to enter her and make love to her and when she sees my intentions she grabs hold of my dick to guide me into her wonderfully wet pussy. .

She holds my throbbing manhood carefully, probably knowing that I won't last more than a few strokes inside her our first time. She was staring at it with rapture. I move behind her and penetrated her until I am fully inside, hoping I would last longer. 

My mind is a glorious haze, enough so that I almost do not notice somebody watching us from just below the stairs. Its a familiar outline of a person I know I should recognize, but I don't. Unable to stop my incestuous act, I don't care who it is. Katy's voice fuels my need for release.

She mutters hoarsely. "I'm already cumming big bro."

Many feelings wash over me at the same time. My insatiable lust for her, the understanding that I'd finally conquered my quest for love and fulfilling an amazing oneness with her. That utterance sends me over the edge, spurting my seed deep inside her as we became one for the first time.

I turned her around and then take her again and she was immediately climaxing, clinging to me for dear life whilst her walls clenched around me. 

Watching her climax again so quickly, and coming down from my own high, I am now more aware of the person watching us, and I lock eyes for the first time, with my other sister. 

Stacey.

How long had she just been standing there, just watching us? Even more curiously, why? And where in the world were mum and dad?



Brotherly Love Ch. 02 of 03



(c) by fanfare

 - present -[date=2006] 

"....... Robert, I swear to God that I would never betray you with another man......."

- flashback -[date=1998] 

Hospital scene when I first saw Byron, my son, suckling at Megan's breast in the hospital bed. Our young daughters were oohing and aahing at the sight of the newborn. Our close friends, Deborah and Penelope entered with Eliza, the daughter I had fathered on them, our last year at Uni. Eliza 9 ran over to join Joanne 6 and Melody 4, my daughters by Meg. They happily made room for the bigger girl. The three girls were gently petting the baby as they whispered squeals of excitement. Three years later, Kerry would be the last child Meg and I would have.

I was so proud that day. I had fathered a son! A Robert Robertson Junior, hurrah!

Actually we named the boy after my father, so my son would be Byron Robertson IV. 

But secretly in my mind, I called him Robert Junior.

- present -[date=2006] 

Megan lifted her head up, looking at me with a shock stricken face and sobbed "But I've never been unfaithful Rob. Never! You are and always have been, the only man I have ever loved and ever had sex with in almost twenty years. This can't be true! It just cannot. The test has to be wrong Robert, it has to be!" 

Doctor Khurahasan had a sympathetic look on his face as he explained "Mister and Missus Robertson, I am sorry. When we realize that there may be possible discrepancies in the result. Our required standard procedure is to have the tests rerun and verified by another laboratory. Then another consultant, it was Dr. Meyers, double-checked the results."

My beloved wife was wailing as she heard this. My mind was roiling at this confirmation of my long-held suspicions. 

Finally! Here was scientific proof, no matter what my wife claims, that I was NOT the biological father of 'Our' son.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, now I must now uncover the secrets that could tear our loving marriage apart. I must force myself to openly confront the suspicions I have been concealing for several years now. As I had gradually become aware of the mystery silently haunting our personal lives.

I pushed my chair around close to Meg's and grasped her shaking hands. 

"I think I can explain what must have happened nine years ago. The father of our son, Byron, must have been my brother, Charles."

"No!!" My wife shrieked "No, No...Nooo!!" She almost wrenched free of my hands, in a desperate bid to escape the shame of having to admit to that she could have ever been unfaithful to me.



- flashback -[date=1997] 

Rob on phone with Meg, she was at home packing, explaining that he will be late to Great-Gramma's party. Robert apologizes to his wife but he won't arrive at their Hotel until the day after the party. Megan is disappointed but resigned. This mission is an important step in Robert's career. It meant he was trusted by his superiors and on the fast track for promotion. He tells her to hang onto the room and when he gets there he'll still have two days off for them to enjoy it.

[two days later]

..........Charles scrambled backward away from his sister-on-law, in horror at what he had just done. Falling off the bed with a loud thump and tangle of his still drink impaired limbs.

He crawled across the floor to a chair and used it to pull himself to his feet. Then braced, he stood there dumbly staring away from the bed. If he didn't look at the bed, what he had just done wasn't real and he could ignore the guilt beating at his stupefied conscience........

...........Carefully Charles staggered his way down the hotel hallway to the elevator. While sagging against the elevator railing he started to sob, then forced himself to be silent as he went through the almost empty lobby out through the post-midnight darkness and into the ugly lighting of the carpark...........



- present -[date=2006] 

In a voice hoarse with horror, she defied the scientific evidence "I never had sex with Charles! Robert, I swear to God that I would never betray you with another man. Certainly not with your own brother. Hell Robert, you bloody damn well know I never liked him much! He and I were never friends. Charles was always hostile to me, to all women as far as I could tell. I...I...No!" She broke down wailing and almost slipped to the floor.

I leaned to her and grasped her into my arms and pulled my sobbing wife onto my lap. Attempting to reassure her that her world was not about to end. No matter what foolish insults the small-minded andro-shrews and evil-hearted prodigal scolds would hurl at her.

The Doctor handed over a plastic cup and a bottle of water. I poured Meg a cup of water which she drank with trembling hands. I took a couple of sips from the bottle to refresh my throat. I was pondering hard to clarify all the sad memories I had left of my sibling.

"Sweetie. Darling Meg. No sweetheart, it is not as bad as you think. The report is probably true. It actually clears up some suspicions I have had the last few years. Please hear me out, let me explain why this is a good thing. You are not at fault here. I do not hold you to any blame. I do not question your honor or your commitment to our marriage vows."

I handed her the box of tissues, conveniently placed on the desk and kept trying to reassure her and the very confused looking consulting physician. 

I looked at the Doctor and asked. "The DNA results show that the biological father was a close male relative of mine. Correct?"

Dr. Khurahasan hemmed and hawed for a couple of seconds, then grudgingly admitted that would probably be the most logical answer for these test results. Suspected men would each have to be tested to pinpoint the most probable culprit.

I shook my head and said "That would be impossible, Charlie died nine years ago in a fiery car crash."



I marshaled my thoughts, then began to explain why I had recently come to believe that my own brother had fathered 'Our' son, Byron.

"Charlie, well, Charlie had become a bitterly angry, resentful, misogynic pussy-hound the last few years of his life. Yes, I see the contradictions, I suspect that was his compulsion."

"Growing up, he was a great brother and a close friend to me all through our teens. Charles was athletic and smart and clever and good fun. I started at the University and he followed two years later and everything was swell. I am not afraid to say that I loved him as a brother, a friend and a confidant. And he looked up to me as his mentor during his first couple of years at Uni, until I graduated." 

"Charley was a bright, normal, healthy young man and a lady pleaser. Most of us lads at that age are too immature to keep any intelligent woman interested past one or two dates." I ruefully chuckled, then winced as I remembered my own fumbling, skirt-chasing days. 

Megan started to speak up as she nodded her heard. I'd guess to agree with my assessment of boy-men but then she subsided and just laid her head against my shoulder. 

"Now Charley, his relationships were few but lasting. When he was serious about a specific woman, he was loyal and true to her. I would never have doubted his commitment to Laura when they became engaged while still at the University. When I left Uni and started at Tetracomm, it seemed to me that he and his fiance Laura, were destined to be married upon their graduation and live happily ever after."

I made an effort to control the anguish in my voice.

- flashback -[date=1991?/1992?]

"Something went wrong. Something bad happened. It ate at Charlie and it began him down a spiral of self-destructive behavior. From what little he was ever willing to tell me, Laura's birth control failed one month and she became pregnant. I think he said something about the University Clinic prescribing her a new brand of birth control pills. During the switchover, an egg and a sperm must have slipped through."

"To add to the pressures on her, Laura's father had quietly arranged a lucrative job for her at a friend's brokerage upon her graduation. He had refused to take their engagement seriously. He believed their's was just a convenient University affair that would end after graduation when they would have to face the cold reality of trying to establish their careers. I think he deliberately wanted to sabotage their engagement."

"Well, as much as Laura loved Charlie and intended to marry him and eventually have his children, at this point she felt trapped. She terminated the pregnancy but didn't tell Charlie until she occasioned some minor but bloody messy medical complication a week or so later. She couldn't hide it from him anymore."

"I think their relationship might have survived this difference of opinion if she had trusted him enough to tell him before the abortion. He probably would have agreed to the procedure."

"He knew an unplanned baby would have put a real spanner into their future hopes. I think it was her attempt to conceal the decision making from him that slowly began to eat away at him. Also, I cannot be certain but I do not think she had explained to Charlie before that time, about the nepotism her father had arranged for her in the City. Maybe she knew, maybe not?"

"I had only met the man a couple of times. My vague memories are, that he was a bit of a snob and full of his own self-importance as a leading merchant banker. Descended from some blue-blooded line or another." 

"One of those 'Always Right - Never Wrong - About Anything!' bores. He would never let you forget his superiority to us common folk."

"Charlie, before Laura's abortion, did this very funny Colonel Blimp bit mimicking him. Afterwards, if the man came up in a conversation, Charlie's language got coarse and vituperative. Viciously mocking his pretensions. I agreed with Charlie then, but honestly now, today? I have to wonder. If that man, Laura's father, was prescient?"

"Detecting, if just subconsciously, that there was a basic flaw in my brother? A man trying to protect his daughter from a potential disaster of a bad marriage? As a father of daughters myself, I am now a lot more sympathetic towards his attempt to shield his own daughter."

"After they graduated, Laura was working in the City as her father had arranged and Charlie wound up with Triangle Shipping in Hull. With the distance and clashing work schedules, their engagement quickly fizzled away. Undoubtably, to the smug satisfaction of Laura's father. I wonder if though his connections, he had somehow arranged for Charlie's position with Triangle?"



"Soon after he moved to Hull, on the rebound I would guess, Charlie met Yvonne Tchavensk. He fell hard for her. He was definitely in lust with her. Maybe it was love........." 



- flashback -[date=early 1993]

The front door slammed open as the two entwined people crowded through the doorway without releasing their torrid kiss. The man roughly shoved the woman over towards the couch, that he could retrieve his keys from the lock and shut out the cold from the stairway. Charley was glad he had remembered to leave his flat's electric heater on low before he left. It was comfortable enough for both of them to work their way out of their greatcoats, gloves and wellys, her long babushka, his watch cap and neck scarf. 

Hull in mid-Winter, with the Arctic winds blasting across the North Sea, is a miserable experience. To punctuate that unpleasant season, the windows rattled from a gust of sleet-driving wind barely audible behind the heavy drapes. 

Yvonne, handing him her gear to hang up by the door, gave him a smoldering look with those dark blue Slavic sloe eyes of hers. Then ran the tip of her pink tongue over her smeared lipstick. Her hair was a mess after unwinding her babushka. She wasn't one for putting it up in a bun. 'Fuck Star Wars!' she'd always say. She hated that country bumpkin/princess leah cinnamon bun look. 

Charles was still wondering what color to call her hair. Very light blonde? With silver-white intermixed. Is this what they mean by flaxen?

"Ohkay Charley, get'cha head outda yourn thinkin', n'get mea ah fookin' drank halready!" She teased him.

Every time she did that mish-mash of bad accents, he felt a twinge of amusement and a cringe of disbelief. But Yvonne was the one who had to work with those people she was mocking and not him. Just for a brief Charley had a fleeting thought. 'What does she mimic about me when I am not around?'

'Probably everything!' He laughed ruefully at his own paranoia. He went into the kitchenette and pulled a bottle of Smirnoff out of the refrigerator freezer. Generously pouring four fingers of clear spirits each, into a pair of large cut-glass tumblers, that had also been kept on ice. After returning the bottle to the freezer to keep it cold, he carried the drinks into the living room. 

His breath sucked in, when he saw that she had taken off her Aran cable-knit jumper and ski-slacks and was now comfortably lounging against the bolster arm of the couch wearing only an overflowing demi-bra and matching scanty-panty. 

She giggled when Charles groaned as in pain. He handed her one of the tumblers, then toasted her alabaster beauty with a salute of his glass "Yvonne, my darling. My compliments to your parents for creating such a beautiful daughter!" 

"Hon behaf o'Meesster hn Meessus Tchavensk, hi haccep thu chomplihmeant han hacknowlhedge yourn perspicuity." They both laughed then slugged down a good swallow of the vodka. 

After some throat-clearing and with a suddenly red-face, he snarked with a squeaky voice "Smooooth! hacough" 

She took another drink and purred approval "This is why I am so thankful my parents emigrated to England. That I was born here. I've visited my cousins in Omsk and you would not believe the shoddy radiator fluid they have to drink." She juddered theatrically at the memory.

Charley was a London Lad and he could not resist expressing his resentment at being stuck in this provincial port so far from home "Right. The big city ambiance and bright lights of Hull are such an improvement on Omsk!"

She howled at that, leaking some tears in her mirth, Yvonne could barely contain herself from spilling the rest of her drink. They both calmed down to giggles and chuckles as long as they avoided one another's eyes. When their eyes met they would both start laughing again.

Raising his drink in a comically insincere toast, he proclaimed in a portentous voice "To the lovely Lady present and the Gentle man who is Not. For our Queen and our Country. Down the hatch and over the gums, look out stomach, here it comes!" 

They both almost choked at the absurdity but still managed to finish and survive their drinks.

She held up her empty glass, waving the tumbler at him with a pretty pout upon her lovely face. She joked "Did you know that the fastest way to a girl's woohoovulva is wodhkhaha past her woulduvula?" 

Charley snarked at his Slavic comedienne "I wouldn't touch that joke with a long pole!"

Yvonne sharply riposted with a smirk "If you know any 'looong' Poles, Charley. Do me an introduction, that's a jolly, good fellow."

He shook his head in amazement and went to refill their glasses. 

When he came back in the living room, Yvonne was completely starkers. Laid along the couch, one foot planted on the floor and with one long, shapely leg hooked up over the back of the couch. Wantonly spread open, she was stroking a hand through the fine golden hair around her quim. While her other hand tugged at each of her bright pink nipples in turn. Charley's eyes glazed with desire.

He took a quick drink from one tumbler then set it down on a side table. Closing in to loom over the brazen wench on his sofa, he slightly leaned over and proffered the other drink towards her. As her wafting scent pierced him with lust, he could feel his prick, get prickly all over.

She reached up with the hand that'd been stroking her cunny. With his free hand he grabbed her wrist, noting that she kept her fingernails well-trimmed and used only a clear polish on them. 'I guess in winter, having to wear gloves everywhere, it is prudent to be sensible about such things.'

With masterful intent, Charley directed her hand back to running her fingers between her own blossoming rose. Then he pulled that hand up to his face. Too lick and suckle at the finger tips, wet with her feminine perfume. She let out a couple of huffs of breath at this sexual interplay.  

Forcing that hand to dip her finger tips into the tumbler of vodka still in his other hand. Again he pulled her wetted fingers into his mouth to enjoy. Another forceful dip of her fingers into the glass, this time he moved the hand to her mouth and allowed her a taste of the spirituous grain. 

With a wicked grin, he pulled her wet hand out of her mouth and back down to her pussy. This pass, inserting the slim fingers up to her second knuckle. Moving it back and forth to scoop up that delicious essence of female. This time to pull it out and up to her panting mouth for her to lick and suckle and enjoy her own creamy lust. 

Her eyes almost closed, she groaned with pleasure and he could see her vagina spasm in a small orgasm. That was when he handed over the tumbler for her to drink from. Standing back he began to undress himself. Finally nude, his proud flagstaff waving at the naked woman, he reached for his tumbler, drained it and slapped it down on the table. Yvonne gracefully sat up and slapped her own empty tumbler down onto the tabletop. 

Then he pulled her to her feet and pulled her body close to his and tried to pull her tongue out of her head with his greedy mouth. While his raging erection tried to poke it's way into her belly button. With her sharp pointed tits rubbing against his hairy chest. Their hands running wild all over one another's rears.

Stepping back he grabbed her upper arm and began leading her to his bedroom. She pretended to briefly resist and was acting like a reluctant prisoner in the hands of an abusive jailer. Amused, Charley played along, muttering "Ve haff vays huff makin Youse stalk!" 

Yvonne tried to hold onto the door jamb, he yanked her sprawling down to the bedroom floor. Then he pulled the bedcovers out of the way and laid out over the bottom sheet, one of the large heavy beach towels he keeps in his bedroom for these messy events. Pretending to be a tragic heroine, Yvonne kneeled by the bed with her wild, pale iridescent hair floating across her face. Sobbing for mercy.

Sitting on the bed in front of her, with his dripping cock pointed at her face. Charles' two hands grabbed her silky but thick hair with both his hands and forced her head back, to face him. She even managed to squeeze out a few, fake tears and a quivering lip as her slavic eyes met Charlies.

He then pulled her head into his lap. He grunted when she gave him a mischievous nip on his turgid shaft "Prisoner's who fail to cooperate will undergo the most rigorous of punishments!"

"Hmm, rigorous....as rigorous as this truncheon of yours? Oh, Master Constable! Please do not beat my shy, virginal cunny with your Great! Big! Hard, Cudgel! Puhleeze!"

He snorked at her joking but his sense of humor was evaporating as he was immersed into the boiling heat of her mouth. Bending himself forward, he forced her head down to swallow more and deeper. "God damn! That feels good. Hell, better then good!" He complimented her. 

She continued to bob her head up and down in agreement. As he started to ejaculate, she ruthlessly clamped his shaft with her hand to tamp it down to a minor orgasm, followed by a painful reaction from his outraged prostrate.

"What the fuck, Yvonne! Why the hell did you just do that?" He shouted.




Brotherly Love Ch. 02 of 03



Licking her lips, with a calm predatory glare of triumph, she replied "I'm greedy and selfish. I want you to fuck my fanny through a dozen orgasms. So, I had to delay yours. Gotta problem with that, Sunshine?"

Stunned, he sat there as she lapped at the cum leaking from his wilting prick. Then, with growing anger, he growled at her. Grabbing her upper arms, probably leaving bruises. He yanked the naked blonde up to her feet and threw her down over his lap. She struggled and wiggled as he ran one hand over her smooth white arse while his other hand was firmly pressing down on her upper back. Holding her face down to the floor, those big tits slapping her chin, her hands scrabbling futilely at the floor, then clawing at his ankles. 

As his frustration boiled over, came the first hard smack on her right buttocks. Leaving a bright red handprint as she screeched in pain. Then a hard slap to her left butt, now she had matching handprints on her arse. Trying to catch her breathe from her awkward position, she began to attempt an apology between yowls of pain and bursts of tears. 

Repetitiously he smacked each buttocks in turn, varying each swat by a few seconds to confuse her. Her attitude swung from playful submission to angry rebellion. She began to kick and struggle and was yelling imprecations at him. 

He wondered for a second if the complaints in Russian were any less obscene then the Anglo-Saxon she was berating him with? And he recognized a couple of French and Spanish insults, he'd heard before. He suspected the long one was a German obscenity. How useful to be multi-lingual when one is in such a vulnerable position, n'cest pas?

Suddenly he stabbed his stiffened fingers under her arse and deep into her hot, wet, cunt. Her head snapped up with a shocked screech! His merciless fingers plunged into her vagina and began twisting around. She began too convulse with a chain of orgasms as three fingers strummed her G-spot, his little finger flickered her clit and his thumb pounded against her pucker. He could feel her squirting against his palm. That's going to leave a mess!

Finally he slowed, gently moving his hand around, to allow her the opportunity to come back down. Giving her the opportunity to catch her breath, as he cautiously pulled his hand out of her still pulsating tunnel of love. Suckling at his well-creamed fingers, he waited patiently till she stirred, impatient to get up out from this now uncomfortable, this undignified position drooped over his lap.

Unexpectedly he stood, awkwardly the woman tumbled to the floor with a loud squawk of surprise. 

Reaching down he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling up to force her to her feet, as she repeated cursing him in multiple languages. Charlies other hand was fending off Yvonne's fists as she wildly swung at his chest, then tried to knee him in the groin. He barely blocked that with a timely shift of his knee. 

Getting angry again, Charley threw the woman face down onto the bed and then without hesitation, ruthlessly dropped his body onto her back. She let out a loud 'ummph!' as his weight squashed her into the mattress. Without mercy, he forced his legs in between hers. His cock was revved and raring-to-go! 

Not bothering to ask permission, he just flexed his hips forward and shoved his red-hot John Bull deep into her soaking wet Velvet Bunny, without further ado. 'Oh My God! What's the one thing better then a hot mouth? I gotta stop asking myself these stupid rhetorical questions....'

He started hammering her convulsing fanny. The slap, slap against her tenderized arse cheeks encouraged him to pick up the pace. Under him, Yvonne was being driven into orgasmic paradise as she tore at the towel under her with her claws and teeth. His howl of triumph wove a tune of pleasure with her screams of delight, as he spasmodically shot his spunk deep into her greedily clutching quim.

Melted together like a grilled cheese sandwich, the two lovers blissed out for a minute until Charley could pushup from Yvonne's inertia. Their sweaty skin making a squishy sound as he pulled away from her.

Rolling off, he then helped her move further onto the bed. Crawling together to luxuriate against each others body. Their chests heaving and hearts pounding they rested for a few.

Curled around each other the lovers casually ran gentle fingers across one another's bruises and welts with delicate, practiced precision. Smiling as each of them in turn triggered a small spasm of lingering pleasure from the other.

Charles whispered "I love you Yvonne. So very, very much."

Her eyes, brimming with tears, she replied "Oh Charley, I know you do. You are my beloved man and you have captured my heart."

They had a torrid romance but it turned out that she had been using him to get access to his briefcase and his computer. She was a professional industrial espionage agent stealing bidding information from Triangle Shipping to sell to other, competing firms."

- flashback -[date=Mid 1993]

"Fortunate for my brother that the investigator's recordings showed he was an innocent dupe.

Unfortunately, the transcripts included some personal conversations revealing that Yvonne had aborted Charles' second accidental attempt at a child." 

Charles giving his deposition to the Investigators. Who let him hear some of their recordings, including one of a conversation between Yvonne Tchavensk and her boss. When she explained the week she was missing as her recovering from an abortion.

If I remember correctly, she turned Queens Evidence against her employers in exchange for a lighter sentence and time served. 

"You can imagine the shock and despair and anger my brother felt. Betrayal upon betrayal shredding what self-confidence and pride he had."

"The next few years, Charlie went through a number of women with a wild, desperate abandon. He had become a right bastard with the Sheila's. Luckily he never seemed to get a serious disease that I ever heard about. 

During this time he left Triangle Shipping and Hull. He came back to London and took an operational planning position with AeroTransit at Heathrow."



I had noticed to my surprise, that Yvonne had made the news again briefly, last year. When she was charged with instigating riotous demonstrations against local Planning Commissions for approving the new Apple Computer Stores. I think she was supposed to be working on behalf of Samsung or maybe one of the English chains already selling Apple products or both. Then the charges were suddenly dropped and I guess the scandal was hushed up. 

Still an agent provocateur and always the mercenary! Reading the news, now and then I catch myself wondering. Is Yvonne somehow involved in the latest scandal or civil unrest?




- flashback -[date=1989]

"My ex-girlfriend Deborah, three months after mysteriously dumping me. Returned to visit me with her clandestine lover Penelope. You were there Meg."

"Oh yes, I remember that day, Robert. How embarrassed you were at discovering Deborah was a lesbian. And that she was four months pregnant with Eliza. The shocked look on your face, you were gobsmacked, indeed!"

"Deb apologetically admitted that she and Penny have secretly been lesbian lovers for several years. Before and while she was dating me." 

"Deborah wanted to bear a child now, before she began her career as a certified accountant. Penelope was starting out in her career as a barrister and definitely had no interest in bearing a child.

They had selected me to father the child because I was the only young man they knew of who personally impressed both of them. That I wasn't damaging my genes with drugs and promiscuity.

The two women were well off and would not require financial support from me but they recently acquiesced, at both their mother's insistence, that I should retain parental contact with our child-to-be.

This occurred just as I began to regularly date you, Meg. In turn, I think you were impressed at the good opinion Deborah and Penelope had of me and I believe this influenced the development of our relationship into love and marriage."



- present -[date=2006]

Megan smoothed at her slacks and shyly looking away, replied.

"I remember thinking how unfair it was, of Deborah and I guess Penelope also, to treat you so shabbily. And, I can admit feeling, uhhmm, concerned? No.....Disappointed. That you and Deb would wind up leaving me behind. Just when you and I were starting our own relationship. I was grateful that all three of you made an effort to include me in your decision making and emotional bonding. From the get-go, even before we were engaged."

He smiled as he listened and complimented her with.

"You have never expressed jealousy of the time I give to Eliza."

I looked at the Doctor, who actually appeared interested. "As a matter of fact, the three women struck up a lasting friendship. We have often swap children to provide each couple with some discreet time away together." 

Looking back at my wife. "Eliza considers you as her 'Other Mother'. Just as our four call Deb & Penney, their 'Auntie Mums' and all five children treat each other as full siblings. Our little one's adore Eliza as their older sister and she adores them in return."

Meg nods and with a sad-happy look agrees with me. "Yes, Eliza has been a good mummy's helper with our children. A real trouper and I believe the two of us have a good relationship. Certainly her mothers and I are now best of friends. With Joanne and Melody now in their teens. It is nice to have someone I can talk to, who just went through the experience a couple of years ahead of me."

I sighed as I must return the conversation back to the troubling, no, soul wrenching subject of my brother.



- flashback -[date=1994?]

"Once, when Charles and I got together for one of our infrequent bash-ups, Charlie complained that one of the many women he was casually fucking, casually shrugged off having recently endured the petty nuisance of another abortion. I don't think Charlie could be certain he was the father but he took it personally as another blow to his tormented ego.

"He and I, our friendship, our brotherhood, seemed to fall apart during this time. I think he resented it, when I had my daughter Eliza by my old girlfriend, Deborah and then Joanne by you Meg. Also I think, you were carrying Melody at that time. That both you women were willing to endure the pregnancies and bear my children. How it must have galled him! I was too selfish, too self-satisfied, to understand the depths of his anger.



- present -[date=2006]

Dr. Khurahasan nodded and sadly observed. "Unfortunately, a number of immature men measure themselves by the children they claim to have fathered. As Professor Alberta Petersen wrote. 'Fragile male egos are bolstered by the bragging rights for so many women ploughed, for so many sons seeded.'"

He leaned back in his executive chair, sighed, then continued, pointedly at me.

"I admire how intelligently you have worked through the trauma of discovering the truth of your brother's sordid activities. And yet do not reduce yourself to adolescent self-pity or infantile tantrums over this situation by blaming your wife." 

"Having the maturity, the manhood, to avoid casting nasty, hypocritical aspersions on her personal morality."

I modestly shrugged my acceptance of his compliment and continued.

"That brings us up to the probable date of Byron's conception." 

 - flashback -[date=1997]

"I had been delayed in Rotterdam, trying to sort out a big mess between incompatible versions of network operating systems at Tetracomm's new subsidiary in the Netherlands. That week was when my family was putting on a big celebration for Great-Grammer's 88th birthday. You were there and so must have been Charlie. I think Deb and Penny were watching the girls for you? While I was stuck across the Channel, trying to knock some sense into those damn Dutch blockheads."

With honest anguish in her voice, my wife cried out "No, Robert. It can't be! During the dinner and toast for your Great-Grandmum, I became sick and wound up asleep in our hotel room." 

She was trying so hard to sort out her muddled remembrances of one among scores of family parties and innumerable get-to-gethers. Valiantly trying to recover memories from almost a decade ago. I took her quivering, cold hands into mine to warm them up and held them firmly to reassure her, as she continued telling us what she could remember.

She bit her lower lip hard enough to leave a blood blister, then spoke tentatively "The only time I remember seeing Charlie was briefly before the cake was brought out. I think. I, I guess? I'm just not certain now! The room was small for such a big crowd. More people seem to know me then I remembered of them." 

She whispered "I wish...Robert, I'm sorry but I feel guilty that I do not remember him better. It was the last time any of us saw Charles alive." Rubbing at her wet cheeks with the back of her hands, she thought a moment then continued. "What I do remember clearly was the next morning when I was vomiting into the throne. Then I was thinking there must have been something wrong with one of the hors d'oeuvre I sampled before dinner. A bad shrimp or something."

"All I had to drink was a sip or two of wine and then a flute of champagne for the toast. I sort of remember getting a little woozy while we were all singing Happy Birthday. Like I was hyperventilating. The next thing I can now distinctly remember, is waking up barfing into the hotel lav the next morning. I do not remember how I got there from the banquet or who had helped me."

"Once I'd emptied out my guts, I brushed my teeth and a gargle and a quick shower then went back to bed, until you arrived an hour or two later. I think?"      

I cuddled her close to try to calm the sobs building in her shivering body.

She was still trying to sort out her mental confusion, so I went ahead and gave my version of those events.

"That next morning, I had finally arrived from the train station. Meg, you were still mal de mer but that cleared up quickly once you'd had some dry toast and juice for breakfast. Then we visited with the family at Aunt Nell's for the luncheon. Afterwards, we returned to the hotel for a very romantic evening. We both would come to believe that was when we had conceived our son!" 

"During the luncheon at Aunt Nell's, a couple of people mentioned noticing that you had taken ill at the party the night before. They thought they had seen me, helping you from the banquet room, upstairs to your hotel room."

"Meg, you were across the room, chatting up several other mothers about tips for dealing with toddler's public tantrums. I think that is what I overheard of your conversation."

"I was happy someone had been of assistance when I wasn't there. It briefly crossed my mind that it must have been Charlie who rescued you, Meg. Even family members had a time telling us two apart unless the both of us were standing side by side." 

"If he had not left so precipitously, I would have thanked him for assisting you to your room. I remember wondering what had called him away from the family celebration and that I was disappointed that he had not stayed overnight. I was hoping for the opportunity to talk to him. I wanted to try again to persuade him to get professional therapy for his depression."

"It was a few days later that we were officially notified with the shocking news of the death of my brother, in a terrible collision with a removers lorry outside Oxford. Eventually, the coroners inquiry would blame Charles for being too intoxicated to safely drive." 

".................I try to accept the coroner's decision that it was an accident caused by excessive alcohol consumption."



- present -[date=2006]

"I think it is important to supply some of the missing pieces of this puzzle. Why I eventually had become suspicious about the circumstances of Byron's conception." 

"After Charlie's death, when I would run into someone who had known him those last couple of years. First would come the shock of recognition. My bother and I were not identical twins but had many superficial similarities in appearance." 

"Then they would flare up in anger if they assumed that I was Charlie. It turns out that not all of his sexual conquests had been consensual. At least two women had made claims that he must have used a date-rape drug on them."

The Doctor had a surprised look as he realized where I was going with this.

"But the authorities had not been able to conclusively prove the charges. Over several years, I have had the bad luck to be publicly accosted by two of his victims." 

"Meg, frankly, I was too embarrassed to ever tell you about those strange confrontations. It was like at one those construction sites where they dig into an old buried bomb from the Blitz and it explodes!" 

"Now I am left with tarnished memories of a brother I loved. Who turned out to have been a serial rapist. Including raping my beloved wife!"



Brotherly Love Ch. 03



"Hey dick! Where are you?" I called hesitantly, not sure where Mark would show up. I clenched the towel tightly between my breasts and made my way towards his bedroom.

"Downstairs! I left clothes on my bed for you!" Mark called up the stairs. I ran into his room, closing and locking the door behind me. Safe. For now.

I looked over at Mark's bed and noticed that he'd stripped it bare. He must have grabbed my clothes on his way down with the laundry. Clean sheets were sitting on the corner of his desk, so I grabbed them and started to make the bed for him. My towel slipped off but I let it drop to the floor as I reached over to tuck the sheet under the last corner. I stood up and looked around for the pillows. They were on his desk chair. I grabbed them and threw them on the bed too. I picked up the clothes he'd laid out for me off the floor where I'd knocked them.

I held up the clothes in front of me and checked them out hesitantly. He'd given me a pair of his boxer briefs, grey Calvins, a red t-shirt, and a pair of grey cut-off jogging pants. I stood there, naked, in Mark's room and looked around again. It felt so weird standing there like that.

Suddenly I decided to be bold and started to walk around and check his stuff out. I went over to his dresser, on top were four framed pictures. One was of his mom and himself, the other three were of Mark and I. One was from our trip to the beach when I was fourteen, just beginning to grow...

I thought I heard the doorknob turn and I jumped away from the dresser and scrambled to grab my towel again. The doorknob stopped as it contacted the lock and I heard a muffled giggle.

"What are you trying to do? Lock me out of my own room?" Mark asked through the door.

"What do you think? I am getting changed in here, you know." I replied snottily. There was a locked door between us, he couldn't get me for being snotty this time. I reached over and grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it on over my head quickly. You just never know, locks do give out when pushed hard enough.

"Chicken!" Mark yelled again. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, I'll be out in a minute. You'd better be done getting dressed cuz I'll be coming in no matter what." Mark warned and left.

I toyed with the idea of not being dressed when he returned. What would he do? Would he really show me how the big boys play like he'd promised earlier? I contemplated letting him and suddenly realized I was very damp between my legs. I couldn't believe he was making me crazy like that.

Just to show him who was boss, I went over and sat, with my legs apart, on his desk chair. I then wiggled my bottom around, making sure that I'd got the chair good and wet from my wetness. 

Yes, that should show him.

I realized that the fabric of the chair cover was slightly rough, and discovered that it felt nice rubbing against my skin like it was. I wiggled a bit harder, pushing myself into the chair more. I held the sides of the chair and tried to pull it up closer to me as I rubbed myself against it, back and forth, side to side. Back and forth felt much nicer, so I did it again, and it felt so good.

I felt my stomach start to knot up and I was tingling down there like I'd never felt before. I continued to rub myself against the chair, pushing as hard as I could into the fabric, until, oh wow.

I think that was an orgasm. My first one. My body shook and I had to grab onto the desk for support. I felt my knees disappear and my heart was thudding in my head so hard I thought I was going to die. My whole body pulsed with pleasure and it felt like I peed all over the chair. Oh no! I didn't pee on the chair!? Nope, that wasn't pee. Oh wow. How was I going to clean that up? The chair was a mess. Oops.

Hadn't exactly meant for that to happen. Mark would die if he'd known what I did, and I had to clean it up quick because the shower just turned off.

I tried to jump up but my legs wouldn't work and I almost fell face first into the side of his bed. I caught the edge of it and regained my composure somewhat. I pulled myself up and grabbed for the boxers. I managed to wiggle them on and then I reached for the shorts.

Too late.

Mark clicked the doorknob open and walked in. He was wearing his towel around his waist, and he looked amazing. I'd seen him with his shirt off before, but never with his chest glistening wet like that. His tanned skin and his muscles flexed under my scrutiny.

"Um, what...?" Mark started to ask but stopped as he surveyed the room. His eyes passed over the desk chair and paused for a second before returning to me.

My face flushed crimson and I had absolutely no idea what to do with myself. I buried my head in the sheet that hung over the end of the bed. 

Sobs immediately racked my body. I was going to die of humiliation right there on the floor of Mark's room.

"Hey, Jaimes, what the hell? Why are you crying? Oh baby, don't cry." Mark rushed to my side and kneeled down so he could scoop me up into his lap. That was the last place I needed to be at that moment, but I wasn't going to stop him. He wrapped his arms around me, cupping one hand under my bum and pulled me onto his lap. He shifted and stood up slightly until he was sitting on the bed. "Jaimie, it's ok baby, why are you crying? What's wrong? Jaimie, talk to your Marky." Mark pushed my wet hair out of my face and tried to make me look at him. 

I couldn't. I was mortified. I kept my eyes squeezed shut and continued to cry. If I cried long enough, maybe he'd give up and leave me alone so I could sneak out and go run out into the highway.

"Leave me alone." I sobbed.

Mark brushed a kiss on my forehead and cuddled me closer to him. He squeezed me really tight for a second and then brought his face closer to mine. Our noses touched. Then our lips. His lips pushed mine apart and his tongue touched inside my mouth. I didn't know what to do, kiss him back? But it was Mark! 

His tongue continued its exploration of my mouth and I let him. My tongue, all of its own accord, met his tongue and started to push against it. Not to push it out, but to touch it harder.

"Mmmm." Mark murmured and I felt his hands on my backside. He squeezed my ass gently and then his hands wandered up the back of my shirt, on the inside.

I jumped back, out of his lap, and almost fell onto the floor, but Mark caught me and helped me to my feet.

"No, Marky we can't do this." I wiped his kiss from my mouth, but my lips were on fire. And so were my ass cheeks and the parts of my back that his fingers had touched. I looked down at his lap to see a large bulge under his towel. "I'm sorry, I've gotta go home." I looked around madly for the shorts, but couldn't find them.

"Jaimie, wait. It's okay. Honest." Mark reached over and grabbed hold of my arm. He pulled me over to sit beside him on the bed this time. I tried to pull away from him but I felt my strength disappear from my body. I truly didn't want to stay but I couldn't make myself leave.

"Oh my God Mark, what have we done? We're not supposed to be like this, we're just friends." My tears started up again as I feared I would lose my best friend over this foolishness of mine. My best friend, my only friend. What would Logan think if he found out I'd made out with Mark? He'd kill me, that's what he'd think. Oh had I ever gotten myself into a mess this time. What was my problem anyway?

"Jaimes, relax, it was just a kiss. Not a major crime. It's okay. Don't get yourself all upset about it. I'm not upset with you. I think you're a pretty good kisser though." Mark was trying to tease me but it wasn't going to work. I was so ashamed of myself. Masturbating on his desk chair of all things and getting caught doing it! Oh why couldn't I have just had an ugly guy as a best friend? Why did it have to be Mark?

"Yeah well, I'm not sure this was a good idea. I think I really need to go home and cool off. Okay?" I tried to move but again, those steel vice arms of his held me in my place.

"Hey, it's not going to wreck our friendship okay? Big deal, it was just a kiss. I'm not going to hold it against you." Mark nudged my chin with his knuckles. "Look at me Jaimie, please."

I reluctantly looked up at him. His deep brown eyes looked deep into me. I could feel him trying to read my face, to figure out how to fix me.

"Just a kiss? Marky, it was my first kiss." I finally admitted. "And I was hoping it would be with a boyfriend, not you." I wasn't trying to be mean, but it sounded pretty harsh as I said it.

"What's wrong with me? All the girls like me!" Mark teased, ignoring my last comment.

"Yeah, there lies the problem. All the girls. Mark, how many girls have you been with anyway? I've lost count. I swear. And I've got what? One kiss with my best friend on my belt. Ooh, yeah, that's gonna catch up to your belt real quick." I sneered. I was so mad at him. Why did he have to go and kiss me? Why did he have to smell so good? Why did he have to turn me on like he did?

"Aw Jaimie, are you serious? I don't know, I've dated lots of girls. And yeah, I've lost count too." He admitted.

"Yeah, and how many have you taken to bed with you? To this bed with you?" I kept my eyes downcast. I couldn't look him in the face when he told me how many girls he'd slept with. It was too embarrassing.

"Um, well, to tell the truth..." Mark trailed off and I looked up at him. His face seemed a bit flushed. Was he blushing? Yes, I think he was.

"What is it? Mark?" I frowned at him, not sure why he was acting a bit ashamed like he was. I knew he was a slut. I'd heard it from all the girls in the locker room. Mark was this, Mark was that, Mark can do this, Mark can do that. But now that I thought about it, I didn't remember hearing 'Mark was awesome in bed.'

"If I tell you this, you swear it doesn't leave this room?" Mark's eyes pleaded with me to be gentle.

"Yeah, Marky, I swear." I felt his hands wrap around mine and he squeezed them tightly.

"I haven't had sex with any of those girls." 

"Shut up, are you serious?" My mouth fell open and I thought my jaw was going to hit the floor. It took me a second to register what he'd really said, but I managed.

"Yeah I'm serious, why would I lie to you?" The expression on his face was not one I'd seen before, and I wasn't sure how to take him.

"Ok, I don't know, you wouldn't lie to me. But Mark, are you saying what I think you're saying? And if you are, how can that be true? How can you date so many girls and have them leave all happy and giddy and so very satisfied looking? Why wouldn't they say you didn't give it to them? What are you telling me? Cuz my brain isn't figuring this out!" I was trying not to laugh. How could I laugh at him after he'd told me what he did, in strictest confidence. It didn't seem rational. How could Mark, the biggest stud in the city, still be a virgin? It made no sense, no sense at all.

"Jaimie, seriously, I've never slept with a girl."

"But look at you! You're the most lusted after guy around here. Every girl has been with you, every girl still lusts after you. I can't believe that you haven't thrown it to all of them. I'm sorry, but this just doesn't make sense to me!" I tried to smile at him, but my laughter erupted anyway. I couldn't stop myself. He had to be kidding, it just wasn't true.

"Yeah, okay, great." Mark stood up, clenching his towel tightly around his waist. He moved over to his dresser and took out a pair of boxers. He pulled them on under his towel and then threw the towel onto his desk chair. "Okay, you can stop laughing now, bitch." He was standing in front of me and his eyes were cold.

I tried to stop my giggles, but as soon as I saw the look in his eyes, I knew I'd gone too far. It was one thing to tease a guy, but to laugh at him like I did, was just wrong.

"Oh Marky, I'm sorry. I-"

Mark cut me off by grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet.

"Listen Jaimie, and listen good. I am not fucking with you okay? What I said is true and if you don't believe me fine, but I don't expect you to blab it all over either." His voice was stern and I was scared. He'd never acted like this with me before. Had I totally screwed our friendship now?

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Myalyn



Brotherly Love Ch. 03



After doing the dishes and doing a little idle chitchat with Mom, Dad, Mamaw, and Papaw, Harrison grabbed Hunter slightly by the arm and started to lead him to their bedroom. Hunter didn't like the pain from the pinch, but he kind of enjoyed the urgency and aggression of his twin's latest move. 

"Bro, what was that about?" Hunter feebly protested, but Harrison silenced him with a French kiss while sticking his hand down his brother's pants. 

"Not right here! Jesus, Harrison!" Hunter pretended to complain, before Harrison pushed open the door and threw him onto the bed. 

Only then did Harrison remember to close and lock the door behind them. Hunter chose that moment to take control, yanking down his brother's pants and freeing his dick for a taste of that smooth, bulbous meat. He took a second to kiss it lightly, just to tease the frustrated Harrison, who felt his balls grow larger than in a long time. 

Harrison groaned and grabbed Hunter by the ears, pulling him onto his cock and shoving it down his brother's throat. Hunter gagged at first, but took the hint, soon getting greedy for more of his twin's cock. His yummy cock...Hunter loved the taste of it, every last veiny bit of it. 

Hunter couldn't help but play with Harrison's balls soon, too, making Harrison desperate to cum even faster. Harrison gave him another groan and a pleading look, urging him to swallow it down. Hunter then grabbed Harrison's buns and started fondling them for extra pleasure. Harrison wondered if Hunter would go ahead and finger his asshole. Harrison got back at Hunter by pulling out of his mouth and turning around to urge his brother finger him now. Hunter took the hint and began stroking his dick and balls with one hand and easing a first finger into his sphincter with the other. 

Harrison really almost fell over for a second, feeling the exquisite pleasure of that brotherly finger in his butt, even as Hunter made it worse by licking his buns. Damn, it felt incredible to have his twin's mouth on his ass as Hunter started rimming him, too. 

Harrison backed into Hunter's mouth and demanded more, thinking out, more fingers in my butt, you damn tease! Harrison then aggressively got up, put Hunter on his back, and landed his ass down on Hunter's face. His twin took the hint and began to finger and lick his butt with a vengeance, eager for more of it. 

Meanwhile, Harrison leaned over and began to lightly caress his brother's dick, just enough to tease him naturally. Hunter groaned now as well, complaining that his brother would be so cruel to tantalize him. He was very hard and really turned-on as Harrison played mercilessly with his dick and made him eat his ass...not that he minded or complained about eating that...it was a very sweet and smooth ass, in fact. 

Harrison fought to edge for a little bit longer, but finally, he couldn't resist it anymore and he spurted his load directly onto Hunter's chest, making his brother feel slimy and yet quite horny as well. Hunter was now desperate and Harrison continued to toy with him as he stroked him. 

"You ready to cum, you tease? You certainly made me desperate, didn't you?" Harrison taunted him a little while making him beg for it. 

Hunter whimpered a little and Harrison caved, taking him into his mouth to suck him greedily for the hell of it. Hunter damn near came right off, but he held back just a bit to enjoy the blowjob just a bit longer. He didn't mind resuming his rimjob on his brother, licking Harrison's ass with enthusiasm and energy. Just to pay Harrison back, he then inserted his fingers back into his asshole for more fun, to get Harrison hard again in a hurry. 

It worked and before they knew what was up, Harrison's cock was in Hunter's mouth, too. Both guys were in a sixty-nine, sucking harder than they did on lemons. Both were hard as rocks as they tried not to cum yet, but it was so difficult right then...both were so aroused, so turned- on. Hunter then felt Harrison's fingers go deep into his ass, paying him back for the fingers that he had put in his brother's ass. Hunter couldn't fight off his urge to cum anymore, shooting his cum into Harrison's mouth. 

Harrison was now very hard and needed it badly, so Hunter urged him to get up, as he himself bent over. He spread his cheeks and offered Harrison what he really craved: his ass. Harrison grinned as he lubed up and went behind Hunter to push his cock inside him. Hunter moaned in need for his brother's cock. Harrison went deeper, harder into his brother's ass, going closer to the prostate with his large dick that could split a lesser man. There was no way that most men could take that big of a cock, but luckily, Hunter was perfectly built for the job... 

Hunter bucked back at Harrison, working his hips to get more inside him, craving yet more of his brother's dick within him. He squirmed and begged for more, pleaded for Harrison to take him and use him as the bottom. Harrison loved Hunter's ass more than anything else in the world and now he was fucking it with abandon. Few things could get Hunter off more easily than having his brother ram it deep. 

"Damn!" Hunter groaned again, as Harrison took him furiously, driving him to the point of no return, making him even harder again. 

That cock in his ass, right up at the prostate, driving deeper, reminding of who was in him, as no one else had a cock like that. Harrison grabbed Hunter's hair and pulled him back toward him, ruthlessly using him for his own pleasure. Hunter all but jerked, but he got very hard indeed now, arching his back to beg for his brother's cock...more of it. 

Hunter pleaded, "Do it. Cum in me," as he felt his brother's cock probe him deeper. 

"Why cum yet? Why not just make you wait?" Harrison teased him, making Hunter squirm and beg more with a whimper in his voice. 

"Please...cum!" Hunter urged him. 

"Alright, then," Harrison felt his balls churning, knowing that he was only bluffing...he would have to cum soon, despite his teasing. 

Harrison's cock twitched and jerked along with his balls as the first spurt hit Hunter's prostate, followed by another, and then another. Harrison's thick, long dick went deep enough that the entire anal passage was slick with his cum as he pulled out. Then he leaned over to Hunter and gave him a hard, eager kiss on the mouth, giving him more tongue as well. 

"Thank you, little brother," Harrison teased him, "but I could use a shower. How about you?" 

"Certainly, but this 'little brother' stuff has to stop. We're twins. Now, are you ready for Grams and Granddad?" Hunter asked him with a wink. 

"No and neither are you. Besides, I am nine minutes your senior," Harrison laughed, running out of the bedroom just in time to run into Granddad, who had a seriously shocked look on his face at seeing his grandson streak through the house, smelling of his brother's ass, with said naked brother chasing after him. 

Harrison and Hunter took one look at Granddad and went "Oh, shit!"



Brotherly Love Ch. 03 of 03



-present-[date=2006]

She lifted her head up, looking at me with a fear-stricken face and sobbed "But I've never been unfaithful Rob. Never! You are and always have been, the only man I have ever loved and ever had sex with in almost twenty years. This can't be true! It just cannot. The test has to be wrong Robert, it has to be!" 

Yet here was scientific proof that I had not fathered my?...our?...her son?

"....... Robert, I swear to God that I would never betray you with another man......."

-flashback-[date=1997]-Charles POV- 

Charles fucking an unresponsive Megan. He had to use lube on his cock to get it into her dry vagina. Only half-way in, overexcited, he ejaculated and from his premature orgasm sagged down on her unmoving body. Finally he pulled out of her and then sat back looking dumbly as his semen dripped out of her.

When he heard her moan and looked at her eyes glazed from the drug, the face of his sister Megan, his brother's wife. His brother Robert's wife! Charles scrambled backward away from his latest victim in horror at what he had just done. Falling off the bed with a loud thump and tangle of his still drink impaired limbs.

He crawled across the floor to a chair and used it to pull himself to his feet. Then braced, he stood there dumbly staring away from the bed. If he didn't look at the bed, what he had just done wasn't real and he could ignore the guilt beating at his stupefied conscience for this sordid crime.

Finally he lurched his way to the loo and took a piss. He wet a facecloth to wipe the lube and semen off his shriveled penis. Then in a drunken panic, he realized that he needed to cover up the evidence of his rape of Megan.

He staggered back to the bed. Using the cloth to wipe up the mess of lube and semen he'd left smeared across her vulva and down her bum crack to the sheet below. Trying to wipe up as much as he could see. He avoided thinking about staying to monitor her breathing. 

Ignoring the possibility that the drug he slipped her could have a deleterious effect on her heart or respiration. Drunken logic claims that what you can pretend is not real, never really happened.

He tossed a blanket over her, so he did not have to look at her naked body anymore. It was difficult coordinating getting dressed. Finally he managed, the effort sobering him a little. He started crying and berating himself for what he'd done.

"You stupid fucker! You useless, evil asshole. You call yourself a man? You're just an animal! Only an animal would rape his own sister. Fucking betray your own brother. I hate you! I hate you so damn much, I think I'm about to spit blood!"

Carefully Charles made his way down the hotel hallway to the elevator. While sagging against the elevator railing he started to sob, then forced himself to be silent as he stiffly marched through the almost empty lobby out through the post-midnight darkness and into the ugly lighting of the carpark. 

After wandering up and down the rows of cars, while muttering incoherent insults against himself, he finally found his sportscar. He sat in it for at least half an hour, his head against the steering wheel as he cried out loud in self-pity. His wracking guilt and his burning hatred towards himself for how badly he has fucked up his life.

After wiping his eyes and blowing his nose a couple of times on an old rag. He started up the car, slowly backed out of the slot and with drunken exactitude drove out of the carpark, down the street to the on ramp, then accelerated his way onto the Highway.  

His mind was a raging mess of confused images of the women he had fucked, the women he had raped and the two women he had loved. Now the two women he hated. He failed to notice that he was continuously pressing down the accelerator and was tearing along, automatically weaving through the moderate traffic. 

Soon he was going more then 150kph and tears were dimming his vision as he drove screaming his self-hatred at the world........





"It was a few days later that we learned of the death of my brother, in a collision with a removers lorry outside Oxford. Eventually, the coroners inquiry would blame Charles for being too intoxicated to safely drive." 

"I suspect he was feeling guilty for betraying me, his brother. Maybe for raping you, Meg. I would hope that he was still capable of a guilty conscience! From the police reports he had been driving like a madman. He may even have deliberately chosen to die violently."

Megan shocked, sobbed "Oh God! I don't want to think of him as a suicide, Rob!"

"No more then I do Meg.....I, I try to accept the coroner's decision that it was an accident."





[date=2006]

"I think it is important to supply some the missing pieces of this puzzle. Why I eventually became suspicious about the circumstances of Byron's conception.......After Charlie's death, when I would run into someone who had known him during those last couple of years.......My bother and I were not identical twins but we shared many superficial similarities in appearance.......They would flare up in anger if they assumed that I was Charlie. It turns out that not all of his sexual conquests had been consensual. At least two women had made claims that he must have used a date-rape drug on them."



[date=2002?] - Robert's POV during second confrontation - 

Accepting that my drivers license showed that I was not my younger sibling. In a bitter voice, she asked as I put my wallet away.

"I can see that you cared for your brother. I assume you did not know of his crimes?" 

The look on my face, she hissed as she realized I had known something. Hastily, I blurted out as she glared her fury at me.

"Wait, No! Not how you mean! Please. Allow me to explain. I did not suspect my brother Charlie was a rapist until, oh, about two, two and a half years ago. A woman I did not recognize, who must have been another of his victims. I never even learned her name. Just as you mistook me for my brother, she accosted me over near Fleet Street." 

"Without warning, this unknown woman was screaming at me in the street. It was such a shock. I didn't know how to respond. I just stood there dumbly, trying to understand why this woman, this stranger, was making such a public spectacle of herself. The only word I could clearly hear was 'Charley'. I did not comprehend the rest of her words until later and I'd had the time to think about them." 

"Hearing that name, of my dead brother, why would she be yelling his name at me? I think that is what kept me rooted there and not walk away. Finally, after an endless minute of loud ranting, she just ran off and disappeared." 

"I had to go and have a stiff drink. While I sitting in a nearby pub, my hands shaking in fear and anger I suppose. I tried to sort out what all she was screaming at me. Finally I realized that she thought I was my dead brother Charles and was accusing me, him! of drugging and raping her."

This second woman, still with an angry suspicious look on her face, nodded for me to continue my explanation.

"Honestly. That was the very first inclination I had that something sordid, some very bad act may have been committed by my brother. Now here you are, to confirm that whatever he did, he did more then once! I am grateful that at least you allowed me to prove my identity and didn't just assault me."

"I sincerely beg your pardon if I seem rather self-absorbed but you are the proof, the confirmation I have been dreading to hear. That the brother I loved had been a monster. This is like stepping on a long buried land-mine from a forgotten war and setting it off without any warning."

Her unresolved anger was obviously directed at me. I was the only available target of the rage she had carried for all these years. I wanted to help her to direct her hatred outward, instead of continuing to be held within to poison her life.

"The closest thing to closure I can offer you is this, that Charles died horribly. Trapped and crushed and burned alive in the wreckage of his sportscar. And he died alone, without any hope of begging forgiveness for his sins."

She silently glared at me, obviously judging the sincerity of my words. Abruptly she stood up and then walked out the Coffee Shop door and was gone. I could not decide what words of apology could suffice and I would suspect she did not want to hear such meaningless platitudes of pretentious sympathy. 

I just sat there and silently cursed my brother for endowing me with such a tarnished legacy.



-present-[date=2006]

I gently hugged my wife and in little more then a whisper continued "That, my dear Meg, is my hypothesis about what happened to you that night. Charles must have spiked your wine or champagne. When you fogged out, he took advantage of the party crowd and confusion to lead you back to your hotel room. There he took advantage of you."

"He raped you and accidentally fathered Byron. The family at the party and the hotel people all assumed that he was me. Especially when I showed up that next morning without my luggage, as it had gotten delayed in transfer for some reason."

Twisting around on my lap to face me. Meg had a look of suspicious anger on her face while she demanded an answer "God damn you Robert! Why haven't you ever explained this to me? Fucking Hell, I am the boy's mother. I do have an interest in the conception of my own children!"

Good thing I was holding tightly onto her hands or in her frustration, she would probably have lashed out at me. 

I can't remember the last time Meg was angry enough to use obscenities or strike at me except in playfulness. 

In a strained voice I patiently tried to explain "I am not Sherlock Bloody Holmes, darling! There was no 'Ah hah!' moment."

"It took years for me to accumulate enough information. Too Begin to theorize about those last days of my brother. I could see no good reason to expose this as a scandal or to make you feel bad Meg. You were not responsible for what Charlie did to your unconscious body." 

"Neither is Byron. He IS our son. You and I have raised Byron to be Our son. I am more then reconciled to thinking, to feeling, to loving Byron as Our son. My son!"

Her face contorted to ream me out for not trusting her with this bitter fruit of knowledge. It tugged at my heart and roiled my stomach to see the tears roll down her flushed cheeks. 

With an anguished tone I blurted out "I loved my brother! Do you have any idea how much this realization stabs me in the heart. Charley was a Rapist! That my younger brother had raped You. My Wife! The woman I love! How this is been tearing me apart, inside?"

She tenderly caressed my face, with tears in her eyes, mutely projecting her sympathy for my pain. Wiping away at the tears streaming down my cheeks. Letting me know that she shares my grief at the murder of my idealized image of the perfect brother.

Finally I wiped my eyes and blew my nose and better composed, continued "I only had suspicions and accusations but no physical proof. That is why the authorities could not charge him for battery or rape. He must have been cautious enough to use condoms with his previous victims. Also careful not to leave bruises or other physical marks or allow witnesses. When he was investigated he claimed the women consented and the police couldn't prove otherwise."

The Doctor interjected.

"There are several different rape drugs available on the black market. A couple of them leave almost no trace behind if manufactured illegally. For that reason, legitimate manufacturers are required to include tracers in their product, to assist investigators. They are all dangerous for causing impaired respiratory functions to the victims. There have been a number of deaths attributed to the abuse of these drugs by callous men."

I silently thanked God for protecting my Megan from my younger brother's criminal stupidity. Then I went on "Consider that reliable DNA testing, refined enough to distinguish between brothers has only become available within the last few years. Doctor, isn't it true that Byron and I are genetically close enough, that in an emergency, we do not have to be concerned about blood transfusions or organ donations?"

Dr. Khurahasan looked briefly at the charts before responding "That is true. You and...Your son, are compatible in case of an emergency. I do not see a reason for further concern or to disturb your family relationship."

I think he was trying to reassure us when he leaned forward and gravely said "I apologize that this family scandal was revealed in this manner. Of course all the rules of Doctor - Patient confidentiality apply."

We nodded, thankful that we could limit who learns of this delicate and potentially family rivening scandal. With a voice heavy with shared pain, he continued "But realize. From my seat. For all the personal pain this revelation is causing you. I have seen worse. Much, much worse that has happened to some of my other clients. Much of that, undeserved catastrophes for good people to have to endure. You have been blessed with four, uhmm five, healthy children."

As we pondered how much worse this could have been for our marriage, our family, I could feel tremors of silent sobs through Meg, as she cuddled with me. I did not want to admit it then, how relieved I was to learn the truth of those ugly suspicions and finally able to share the burden of guilt I have carried these last few years.

I was silently cursing my brother in my head.

Damn You Charley! Even years after your death your malice resonates into our lives! And those other poor women you raped, they will never have justice. They will always carry the pain you viciously inflicted, as scars on their souls. Innocent, collateral victims of your hatred for Laura and Yvonne.

Then I remembered something I read once.

Hate is a poison. 
When you inflict it on others,
you take an equal dose of the venom
into your own soul.



Finally, I screwed up my courage to reveal the second reason for my inexplicable equanimity towards my brother's criminal behavior. As I talked, Megan looked at me with narrowed, suspicious eyes. What good? How could any good? Possibly have come from such a despicable crime?

"Meg, now consider my other reason for accepting this fait accompli. Eliza, Joanne, Melody, and Kerry. Four girls by two women, all four definitely sired by me. One boy, Byron, now certainly proven to have been sired by my brother."

The look on her lovely face went from thoughtful to comprehension of the important point I was trying to make. I briefly glanced towards Dr. Khurahasan "Doctor, is it not the father's sperm that determines the sex of the child?"

He nodded and asked if I've been tested for motility of my XY sperm.

"No, but it seems obvious that my best swimmers are XX female. Were XX, it's a moot point since my vasectomy. That is not important to me. I love Byron. As My Son! Just as much as I love each and all of my four daughters."

Gathering Megan into my embrace, in a heavy but soft voice I declaimed "Thus the brother, who I did love.......He, Charles........through a despicable act of treachery against you, Megan..........accidentally produced the child He had despaired for."

"Let us have the charity and grace to permit Charlie to rest in peace."

"I am reconciled to this outcome."






After we left Dr. Khurahasan's office, we had an hour till we needed to pick up Kerry from the Town daycare-kindergarten. Megan suggested we stop at the Foxhound. I agreed that I could sure use a good stiff drink to calm my shattered nerves. 

Meg was right, that at this time of day, there were only three or four other customers. I collected a couple of gin and tonics from the barman and followed Megan to a back booth. With several intervening empty booths between us and the nearest other patron.

I took a good swallow and allowed the warmth of the gin to work its way through me. Meg, as her usual practice, just lightly sipped at her drink and then pretty much abandoned it.

Finally, I broke the not-so-comfortable silence between us with "Megan darling. Please do not doubt my unwavering love, my complete faith in you. My devotion for you! This information changes nothing between us, of our feelings for one another, of our love for one another."

Her eyes welled up with tears, I gave her a moment to dab them up with a tissue, then I continued "Byron Robertson will carry on the family name. He is turning out to be a fine young man. We can both be proud of the boy we have raised and his accomplishments in school. I do NOT believe that genetics is destiny. I DO believe that Byron will turn out to be a better man then his biological father." 

I hesitated then plunged on "My only remaining concern is how to explain this mess to Byron. As his mother, do you believe that he is yet mature enough to understand such matters?"

Megan looked as if she was about to start bawling but she choked down her fears and asked "Byron is only eight years old, Robert. Should he be burdened with this knowledge? He is an intelligent lad but he is also a sensitive boy. This knowledge will have to trouble him. It must have some effect upon his relationship with the both of us. With each of us!"

I had to reply "Yes, I agree. But, consider a possible worst-case alternative. Byron somehow, eventually discovering about his biological father, on his own, without our guidance. That would definitely damage his trust in us. Besides, Charley Was his biological father and Once had some great qualities that I want to tell Byron about. That the good parts of my brother will live on through his son. His And My Son!"

I stopped for a moment to take another swallow of my g&t and remembered another important point "There is a similarity? A parallel? In our present situation, to the ethical dilemma of the subterfuge when Deborah and Penelope used me to get them pregnant with Eliza. It was the two women's mothers who had to intervene. Insisting, that as the biological father, I have a right and a duty to know my child. In the modern, not the biblical sense!" 

Her face flashing anger, Meg reprimanded me with "Robert! This is not the time for stupid jokes! And that one is particularly disgusting!"

"Sorry my dear, you are right. Anyway, uhmhmm. Deb and Penny claimed the reason they chose me to father their daughter was because of my mature behavior and genteel attitude."

She snorted "Not after that vulgarity!" 

Megan took one last sip of her drink, wrinkling her nose and setting it down with a look of distaste as I went on "Their mothers both replied. That they should then trust my maturity and gentility to do right by them and the child, for the benefit of the child. I believe that I have fulfilled that trust." She nodded agreement.

Reaching across the table, Megan ran her hand softly along my cheek, interjecting "Dear man, Eliza often brags of you as her father, you know."

I couldn't decide if I should blush in humility or beam with pride. So I guess I just looked like I was constipated when I said "Ahmm, very generous of her. She is a sweetheart."

Megan nervously shuffled her glass from hand to hand then, trying to pick the right words "The difference is that you were an adult, almost an adult. Byron is still a boy, a child. Coming to terms with this news could be disturbing for him."

I tried to offer possible solutions to this potentially explosive family quandary "Byron is smart enough I think, to understand about Charles being his biological father. I am not concerned that a measure of honesty would threaten the close relationship between Byron and myself, as the father who raised him. I have faith in his good sense and the strength of our emotional bond." 




Brotherly Love Ch. 03 of 03



I licked my lips while observing the conflict in my beloved wife's eyes. Aching in my heart at the next step, I plunged in "We will need to discuss how to tell him. What amount of truthful detail to reveal to him. I have a muddling journal and photos collected of my brother's life to show him."

I shifted about, uncomfortably in my seat "The sticky point will be explaining how, why, you Meg, became his mother......"

I felt twinges of pity and guilt as I saw the waves of strong emotions that washed across my wife's face. I could not urge her to do this next step. She has to voice her willingness to be the hero. Volunteer to be the sacrificial goat.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and courageously consented to take the bullet "A little white lie? I could tell him that his biological father and I were at a party and we both drank too much and mistakenly wound up together back at my hotel room. I do not remember what happened that night but the obvious conclusion is that his father, your brother Charles and I must have had unprotected intercourse."

I nodded as I handed her my kerchief to dab with at the tears leaking from her beautiful eyes. Good thing through all of this was, she wasn't wearing any makeup except a light blush lipstick. 

Then I firmly interjected "Not a lie, dear. Everything you said is true and cannot be proven false. All we are doing is leaving out a couple of the extra details that would trouble Byron's conscience." 

She nodded her acceptance of my interpretation and went on "You Robert, then arrived back from Rotterdam. Charles had left before I awoke. I must have blacked out the act of sex with Charlie. I have absolutely no memory of what happened that night. You and I became rather romantic the next evening and then a few weeks later, I turned up pregnant. We were both certain that you were the father."

God, it's so damn cute how she scrunches her nose when she is thinking of what to say as she is considering a vexing problem.

In measured tones she lays out her thoughts "This is a morality tale, a warning about careless drinking. I would be willing to bear some of the personal blame so that my son...Our son! Does not have to bear the burden of knowing his biological father was a rapist. "

"Dearest Megan, you are a superior person for accepting the blame upon yourself to protect Byron. Together, you and I, could ease him into knowing the better qualities of my brother."





As we were walking out of the pub to the hard-standing where I had parked our SUV, I said "That will lead to the question of Charley's death. A stern warning of the terrible consequences of drinking and driving. That took his biological father away from us all too soon. He does not need to know that Charley possibly was a suicide. The actual circumstances need never be discussed again."

Buckling up, I was peering around, preparative to reversing out from the parking space into the road "One more thing, Meg. I think we should consider waiting a few days before we tell Byron. Give ourselves time to get over the shock of this day. Time to reconsider what we want to say. How we will want to say it."

"Oh, uhm, okay Rob. You are probably right. We need to discuss this, rehearse? A couple of times before we confront him with this news. We need to be in full agreement, united front and all that."

I grunted agreement. Damn! That idiot van driver is trying to back out of a blind alley. I blasted him with my horn. The van shuddered to a halt then, with a crash of gears audible enough to make me cringe, crawled back in between the buildings, letting us pass.




As we picked up our children at each of their schools, their wary looks and silence signaled that they had noticed that the two of us seemed rather subdued. They were surprised to see me driving, usually I would be working this time of day and their mother would be chauffeur. Once Byron had belted himself and before I could shift out of park, Joanne leaned over the back of my seat, placing a firm hand on my shoulder and demanded.

"Okay you two. We are not gooseberries. We know you had another doctors appointment today. Please tell us what is going on."

Meg twisted around in her front seat, facing on the diagonal, our 14 year old daughter, looking her fearlessly in the eye and blatantly lied. Megan must have realized that she needed to be prepared for just such a confrontation.

"Jo, kids, no, it is NOT a serious medical problem. What it is, the doctor warning me that I cannot physically risk another pregnancy. That I need to consider scheduling a full hysterectomy to prevent a possible miscarriage."

Kerry at five, is too young to understand, she was reassured by Meg's confidant tone. Byron, who is eight, also lacked context plus he was embarrassed by even the mention of female bits and bothers. Especially those of his own mother. He was happy to promptly ignore and forget, and go back to daydreaming about heroic boy activities.

Joanne and Melody looked uneasily at one another but fourteen year old Jo nodded at her twelve year old sister, so our 'little song' relaxed with a look of relief.

As I shifted into drive, I checked the mirror and saw the reflection of Jo's eyes. She was staring back at me with an obviously forced look of too early maturity. My stomach sank when I realized that she knew her mother had lied.

She must remember that her mother had her tubes tied five years ago, right after Kerry's birth. Maybe, that I had my vasectomy soon after. But, our 'young woman' intended to wait until she could talk to us in private. So as not to burden her sisters and brother with her doubts and fears. 

I'd hazard all the children had been talking to one another about our going to the doctor so often. Ignorance breeds fear and Joanne had smartly confronted us, all together, deliberately to reassure the other children. 

Damn! She's smart for a teenager. How long has it been since we've had time for a game of chess? It's like she's two moves ahead of us! I felt so proud of her at that moment. From the careful look on Megan's face, it was obvious she was thinking hard about how to handle her oldest daughter. From Jo's determined expression, I knew it would be difficult to convince her that she should let this matter lay with a lie.



Kerry had her bath, she said her prayers and I put her to bed, I read her a couple of her favorite Dr. Seuss stories before she nodded off. 

Megan was helping Byron organize the reference material he needed for his share of a class project. 

Joanne and Melody had finished cleaning up the kitchen and were watching the delayed broadcast of the European Women's Football Championship on the telly in the family room while quizzing each other as they studied for upcoming tests while simultaneously phoning their friends with my mobile.

Once Melody went off to her bath and bed and Byron was reading my old copy of Heinlein's 'Space Cadet' in his bed, we sat down with Jo for our talk.

Megan began with "Joanne, sweetie, you want the complete truth about the recent doctor consultations. The first truth is, there is no health issue at stake here. Your father and I and all four of you kids are as healthy as the proverbial drayhorse." 

I voiced my agreement "You do not have to be concerned that any of us are ill. We are both of the opinion that you ARE mature enough to be told, IF there were any serious issues."

Jo nodded her understanding but from the askance look she gave me and the way she was twisting her fingers in her lap, I could see that she was not completely mollified. She was still skeptical, whether or not we are telling her The Complete Truth. Our lovely young woman is certainly intelligent enough to understand the difference.

Megan hunched forward and quietly asked "Do you believe that we are being honest with you?"

"Yes Mum. Just, well, just that I know, I can tell. There is something more going on between you two! Something is bothering the both of you! Mum, I could see that you had been crying earlier. Please tell me that the two of you are not splitting up."

We were both horrified at that! I uttered a strangled denial while Meg blurted out "Oh my God, No! Never! Please believe me, that is Not our problem."

Megan sighed heavily and pressed on, as Joanne's shoulders slumped in relief.

"Now, the second truth is, there are other issues, other then medical, that doctors have to contend with. The problem with discussing this specific 'truth' with you, is that it does not belong to you. Rather, this personal 'truth' is about another member of our family. Please, relax, they are fine, they are not sick. 

But! This 'truth' is a private issue that belongs to them. If they volunteer to discuss it with you. When they choose to come to you and talk about it. We would not have any problem with that. Afterwards, you should have any questions or concerns, please come to both of us or either of us and we will then be willing to discuss the issues raised." 

I reached over and gently squeezed the back of the teenager's hands and tried for a confident tone "We are not asking you to keep your head in the sand. We do insist that if you are approached, whatever is divulged in confidence, that you respect that person's privacy and keep it to yourself unless you feel the need to talk to us about their issue."

Megan tried for reassurance "You do believe that you can come to us? Talk freely to us about any issue that you are concerned about. We are your parents, maybe we are not always fair but we will always love you. Whatever the problem or situation, we want what we believe is best, what is safe for you. For all our children."

I tried to find the words to help Jo understand the need for discretion "Jo dear, you young women, as you mature, have your private needs or as private as your mother will permit. She had similar concerns when she was your age. Your Mum can guide you and advise you through what you are experiencing as you grow up."

It was cute, how just like her mother, her little nose scrunched up at the 'ewww' factor. 

"Unless there was a serious problem, either physical or psychological. Then it would be my responsibility, My 'truth' as your father, to drag you kicking and screaming if necessary, to a doctor. And have them deal with it."

"In addition, it is my obligation, in order to maintain our relationship as father and daughter. That I keep your confidential matters to myself. Whatever I can do to avoid publicly or heck even privately embarrassing you over any personal subjects."

The two women looked at each other digesting my awkward words and finding comfort in one another's support against my intrusion into the feminine domaine. I plunged on, trying for a stupid joke to diffuse the tension between the three of us. 

"You know your mother is having some problems with early onset menopause. She told me that she has discussed this with you and Melody. It is my husbandly duty to stand by her. To understand her and her problems. No matter how crazy she becomes....."

"Robert! You sod!" Megan lightly smacked the back of my head. That got a smile out of my second daughter. 'Thank God!'

".....I must bear the burden of '...for better or for worst. In sickness as in health...'. Your loving mother, my loving wife, has Always been there for me whenever I was sick or injured or hopped up on pints and testosterone. I can do no less for her or I wouldn't be much of a husband or a man!"

Megan had slid over to her oldest daughter and they huddled together. Again Meg asked "Are you satisfied with what we are asking of you, Jo? Do you understand the importance of keeping people's confidence? You are becoming a woman and an adult and you must learn to accept the responsibilities for the difficult choices ahead of you in life."





The following week, Robert and Megan together sit down with Byron and explain to the boy about his biological father Charles. Megan humbly begs his forgiveness for her carelessness in this confusion.

Robert reassures Byron that this does not, will not change the father/son bond between the two of them. And that Robert has no animosity towards Megan for one mistake, instigated by alcohol. This historical event changes nothing about their continuing relationship as loving spouses.

"Your conception was not a trivial event but it changes nothing between your mother and I."

The boy gave a tentative nod, so I went on.

"We love one another as much today as throughout the seventeen years we have known one another. As we love all our children, including you Byron. Do not ever doubt how strong our family bonds are. Nothing is more important to me then protecting and nurturing Our family. I would sacrifice my life for Each and Every and All of you!"

Neither does it diminish the remaining brotherly love Robert had for Charles. He showed Their son the scrapbook he had assembled of Charley's life.

A week later, three generations of the the Robertson's visit Charles' plaque in the family Mausoleum. The children all placed bunches of flowers in the holders next to each niche.

Grandfather Ronald briefly told about the two war heroes entombed here. One, his uncle who had earned the Victoria Cross in the Korean Conflict. The other, a distant cousin who had been one of the Royal Naval Air Pilots, whose attacks disabled the raider Bismarck for wrathful judgement during the war against Hitler. 

Joanne and Kerry becomes visibly distressed at some of the older plaques. A long list of young mothers and infants buried together. Grandmother Charlotte comforted the girls. Explaining that it was a simple fact of life in those days, before safe, legal birth control, before antibiotics and blood transfusions, childbirth was extremely dangerous for mother and child alike. And even today, with all our technology, there is still some measure of risk.

Megan agreed "That is why I had my tubes tied and your father had a vasectomy. To protect my health from the consequences of a late pregnancy."




Robert's mother Charlotte, had become suspicious when she hears the story told Byron. Afterwards, in private, she confronts Meg and wants to know the truth about how her dead, younger son Charles could have impregnated her older son's wife.

Megan's desperate thoughts when she is confronted by Charlotte. 

How do I tell this dear woman, that her deceased youngest son, who she never stopped mourning for, had been a slut, a serial rapist, and probably a suicide? How do I find the courage to break her heart? Better that she remain uncertain and that I am available to bleed-off some of the blame.

Megan bluntly tells her "Please Charlotte, I beg of you. As one mother to another. For your grandson's sake, for your own sake. For our entire family's sake. This is an acceptable lie. This is my burden! One personal misjudgment should not tarnish your fond memories, your loving memories of your son, Charles. Or, Byron's knowledge of his biological father. Perhaps you should accept Byron as God's way of replacing your lost son?"

The older woman sips her tea while she thinks, then a sigh of resignation and with a quick stiff nod, silently agrees to the necessity. Then she leans over to Meg and the two women hug as silent tears roll down both their cheeks.

The older, experience weary woman sagely admits "This is the price we pay, as doting mothers and loving wives, to carry the burden of family secrets that the people in our lives, the people we love, are just not strong enough to endure."

Each and every family, has a multitude of dark secrets and hidden scandals.

That will slowly fade away into the mists of time as each generation passes.

Unfortunately, also will be forgotten the familial bonding, the joyous times, the love.

This World has never cared, does not care, will never care.

Only people, here and now, can share one another's happiness, gift one another love.

The End, 
of the Beginning,
for Tomorrow.



Brotherly Love Ch. 04



"Ow, Mark, you're hurting me." I tried to pull my arms free but it was useless. He was holding on to me as if for dear life. I twisted my arms to get free but only succeeded in hurting myself more. "Mark, let me go!" I demanded.

Mark's eyes burned into mine. He was pissed. I had no idea what to do. I'd been mean to him, yes, but it wasn't like I'd ripped his heart out.

"You want me to let you go?" He asked through clenched teeth.

I nodded, tears starting to trickle down my cheeks. I was scared to death.

"Well, I'm sorry but I can't. I can't let you go because it won't get you out of my head. You are engraved into my brain forever. Night and day, all I can see is you. You make me crazy. You make me want to kill any guy that looks at you with sexual intentions. You make me want to kill your brother for all the shit he puts you through. I want to kill your parents for dying and leaving your brother in charge of you. I can't let you go. You're in my whole body. I breathe you. I smell your hair every morning when I wake up. Your eyes are the last thing I see when I fall asleep at night. Jaimie, I wouldn't let you go to save my own life."

My jaw fell slack. I tried to close it, but before I had a chance, Mark's mouth swooped down and attacked mine. His kiss was hot and hungry. 

His arms went around my waist & lifted me off the ground. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as his towel fell to the ground. He moved us to the bed and lay down on top of me. He kept kissing me as he reached under my shirt to pull his boxers off me.

My fingers ran through his hair as I kissed him back with all the strength I had left. He made me breathless. Oh god, I wanted him so bad.

His efforts to remove my boxers were finished quickly and his fingers found the soaking wet spot between my legs. The tingles had turned into pin pricks, and then stabs of pleasure as his finger entered me. I gasped and his lips found my throat. He licked and sucked his way down to the neck of my t-shirt. His other hand came out of nowhere and before I registererd what he was doing, he'd torn his shirt right off me. I wiggled my arms out of what was left of the sleeves and wrapped my arms back around him.  

My fingernails dug into his back as his lips discovered my breasts. His tongue played with my nipples and then he drew one into his mouth and began to suck on it.

Before I knew it, two more fingers had joined the first one inside me. I bit my lip with pleasure as his fingers began working faster down below. I thought I was going to burst.

"Yeah baby, that's it... feel it, let it come." Mark murmured as he felt my orgasm coming.

I threw my head back into the pillows and let out a moan as my second orgasm crashed over me. 

Marks fingers worked magic as I pulsed and squeezed them over and over.

But it wasn't over. Mark's mouth found mine again and his hand that was in me, pulled my hand down to touch him.

He was so hard and yet his skin was softer than anything I'd felt. I tried to wrap my fingers right around it, but I couldn't reach to touch them together. Oh he was big, and I knew it was going to hurt to have him in me, but it didn't matter. I needed him and he needed me. I ran my fingers up and down the shaft, gently squeezing and pulling.

Mark groaned and kissed me harder.

"Oh god," I breathed into his mouth and it felt like he sucked my breath away.

"Jaimie, I want to fuck you. Let me inside you Jaimes, I need to feel you around me." Mark whispered.

"Yes, oh yes, please, I need you in me so bad." I replied in a voice I could barely hear myself. I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. My body was somewhere I'd never been with it before and I felt lost but at the same time, I felt so right.

Mark brought his hand down to join mine and he moved himself so that the tip of his penis was at my opening. He let go and let me guide him in. I tried to pull him in hard, I wanted him in there so bad, but he restrained. He held himself back and entered me so slowly, so he wouldn't hurt me.

I gasped and felt tears sting at my eyes. It hurt, it felt so hot and I knew my virginity was letting him through. And then I felt another sensation, one of fullness, of total completeness.

Mark moved slowly, his mouth back on mine, kissing, licking, chewing. I cried out as he pulled back to the point of almost being out and then plunged back in hard. He started moving in and out harder now, more passionately, with more strength than I could handle.

"Ow, Mark, not so hard, gentle, be gentle." I pleaded as I tightened around him.

"Oh God, I can't. I've wanted this for so long, Jaimes, I'm sorry if I'm hurting you but I can't help myself." Mark's mouth was half on my cheek, half on my lips, and his words were muffled but I knew what he was saying.

I braced myself as the force of his thrusts increased. My heart raced, my eyes fluttered into the back of my head somewhere, and then it happened.

Mark came. He came hard. I had no idea what it would feel like, and I could feel every drop hit every inch inside me. He filled me with his cum. And it felt so hot and so good, that I had yet another orgasm. I couldn't stop myself.

Sounds escaped my lips that I'd never heard before. They sounded strangled, like some weird animal. The same noises slipped out of Mark's mouth too. He tried to kiss me, but our brains became detached from our bodies and neither of our orgasms seemed like they were going to stop.

I thought I would die, I couldn't catch my breath, my heart pounded in my stomach, my mouth dried up and I couldn't feel my legs anymore.

Mark's orgasm subsided and he regained control of himself. He leaned closer and kissed me as he slowly pulled out. I felt the head of his penis leave and suddenly I felt a rush of warm liquid pour out of me. I tried to clamp my legs together but they wouldn't move.

Mark lay down beside me, wrapping his arms around me. He kissed my forehead and then my nose.

My eyes fought to open, to look at him, but all I could do was smile as his lips found mine again.

"Yeah, it's okay, you sleep now, baby." I heard him murmur before I drifted off into a completely exhausted slumber.

***

We must have slept for hours. It was dark outside when I finally managed to drag my eyes open. I tried to sit up, but when I moved, I felt searing pain between my legs. Oh god, it was sore.

I looked over to see Mark with one arm up under his head and the other across his chest. 

He didn't have any blankets covering him, so I took this opportunity to look him over. I felt a bit like I was spying on him, looking at him while he slept, but then as I thought about it, Mark was now my boyfriend, wasn't he? I had every right to look, right?

My eyes started at his shoulders. His broad muscular shoulders. Then down to his chest. I watched as his ribs expanded with his breathing. My gaze went lower, to his stomach. His rock hard, washboard stomach. I studied his navel, a nice neat, 'innie'. And that's where the little trail of dark hair started. I followed the hair down to there. The place where I'd wanted to be for as long as I could remember now. I examined the dark curly hair at the base of his penis and then took a moment to study the beast that had torn me asunder.

It was just laying there, so innocent looking. And then I saw the blood.

I gasped, and it woke Mark up immediately.

"What's wrong?" Mark jolted into a sitting position. "Jaimes, what's wrong?" He reached over to touch my arm and I jumped.

"Mark, oh my god... what happened?" I couldn't take my eyes off the stain on the bed between my legs.

"Oh, Jaimes, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Mark leaned over to try to look down there but I slid away from him.

"Ew! Don't look!" I cried and tried to get away.

"Wait, Jaimes, don't, it's okay."

"Mark, what is it? Who's is it?" I didn't know what to think, where would all of that come from? It didn't seem right.

"Jaimie, that's what happens on your first time. That's your virginity right there." He answered quietly.

"Yours too, huh?" I whispered.

"Yeah. Could be, but I'm pretty sure, that's all you." He reached over the side of the bed and handed me his towel. "Here, cover up and go hop in the shower. Go get cleaned up, I'll look after this."

I pulled the towel across my breasts and tried to slide off the bed, but I couldn't. I was really sore. A little whimper escaped my lips.

"Oh baby, hang on." Mark jumped to his feet and came around to my side of the bed. He reached out and lifted me right into his arms. I pulled the towel around behind me to cover us up as Mark headed for the bathroom.

"Are you okay? How bad is it?" Mark asked caringly as he set me to my feet beside the tub.

"It hurts." I admitted honestly. God did it hurt.

"Do you want me to look? Make sure its okay?" He offered as he reached into the tub and turned on the water. "Maybe you should have a bath, soak for a bit, might help." He suggested and reached into the linen closet for a fresh towel and wash cloth for me.

"Um, no, you don't need to look." My face flushed beet red. Yeah, that was the last thing I wanted him looking at right now.

"Okay, well, soak for a bit, and if you need me to help you up, just call me. I don't think Derek's home yet, so I'll leave the door open, okay?"

He offered me his hand to help me step into the tub. I kept my thighs clamped together and tried to bend just at the knee to step over the edge of the tub. I wasn't going to make it and I almost lost my balance, but Mark's hands clamped onto my waist and lifted me easily into the tub. 

I let him hold me until I had slid down into the steamy water.

I gasped as the water touched the soreness between my legs and Mark pulled me back up a bit.

"You gonna be able to do this?" He asked quietly. Almost sounded guilty. He must have felt bad that he'd made me so sore.

"Yeah I think so, just let me inch down real slow okay?"

He nodded and at my command, helped me inch super slow into the water. Once my bum had touched the bottom of the tub, he let go of my waist and stood back up.

"Jaimes,-" He started to apologize but I cut him off.

"Mark, don't. It's okay. I'm fine. And it was totally worth it okay? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine, I swear." I smiled at him and he leaned down to kiss me full on the mouth.

"If you say so. But call me if you need me. I'll be here in a flash okay?" He kissed me again and then lingered.

I wanted to kiss him back, keep kissing him, and never let him go, but I couldn't keep him there, leaning over the tub like that.

I reached up and put my arm around the back of his neck. I pulled down hard on him until he lost his balance. His hand shot out and landed in the tub to steady himself. I kept pulling until he climbed into the bath with me. He sat down facing me, his legs on either side. He carefully lifted my legs to lay them over his and slid me closer to him until our stomachs were almost touching. He wrapped his arms around me as I pulled his face closer to mine again.

"Oh Mark," I gasped as he began to lick my lips slowly.

"Yeah baby, me too." He whispered and then gasped as he felt my fingers brush against his thigh on their way down lower. He slid back a bit to let me gain access and my fingers found him, already hard again. I squeezed him and ran my hand up and down the shaft.

He groaned and his hands found my breasts. He squeezed and kneaded and pulled on them. He cupped them and brought his mouth down to taste them. He licked and nibbled and sucked.

I pulled and squeezed and slid my fingers over across the opening at the top. He groaned and sucked on my breasts harder as I began to play harder with him too.

One of his hands started to make it's way lower and I sucked in a quick breath as I realized where his fingers were headed.

"Its okay baby, I'll be so gentle, I promise." He cooed as his fingers began to massage the outside lips. It felt strange, under the water like that, but at the same time, it felt so good too.

His fingers traced along the outer edges and spread my lips open gently. I sucked in a breath and held it as I felt the tips of two fingers easing into me again. I let the breath out and relaxed, feeling him inside me again. It felt like the bath water had gone in with him too, which felt warm and soothing.

He continued to finger me cautiously as my hand began its work too. I squeezed him hard and then softer. I pulled the skin up and pushed it down. I kept it up until Mark told me to stop. At the same time, he had me throbbing around his fingers again. I ached for him to be inside me once more.

"Marky, will you do it slow and careful this time?" I asked hestitantly as I pressed him against my lips.

"Yeah Jaimes, nice and slow." He nodded and began to slide himself into me. 

Again, I gasped as the size of him stretched me and filled me so tightly.

"Oh wow." I commented breathlessly as Mark began to rock us back and forth, working himself in farther each time. I could feel the water swirl around my lips and some get sucked in each time he pulled back far enough. When he pushed in again, the water would squirt out around him.

I almost giggled at the sensation and Mark grinned.

"Feels good doesn't it?" Mark whispered as he leaned closer for more kissing.

"Oh yeah. And you swear you've never done this before? You must have been born to do this, it feels so amazing." I reached around and held him closer to me, hugging his hips with my hands. He put his hands on my hips too and together we pushed and pulled each other closer nice and slow.

"This has been all saved for you baby. I swear." Mark promised and pushed his tongue into my awaiting mouth.

***

So far so good? I'm still in love with these two no matter how many times I read this story!

COMMENTS PLEASE! Let me know how I'm doing!

Thanks,

Myalyn



Brotherly Love Ch. 05



When the bath water temperature had fallen to cool, Mark and I decided to move the party back to his room.

Mark stood up and reached for my hand. I slid my fingers through his and squeezed.

"You know where these just were? And now I'm holding them? Ew." I teased.

"Yeah? Wait till you start doing that yourself!" Mark grinned and wrapped a towel around me.

"Mm, uh, no thanks. I'll let you head that department. Thanks." I smiled and rubbed the towel across my breasts.

Mark pulled his towel around his waist and pushed me gently towards the door. He stopped and pulled me back into the bathroom quickly, closing the door behind us.

"What's your problem?" I hissed as he put his finger to his mouth.

"Logan and Derek are here, I just heard them downstairs." He whispered back.

"Oh shit. I am so going to die, tonight, that's it for me. Well, thanks for the sex, at least I got to have some before my untimely demise." I tried to tease, but my voice quivered. If Logan found out what Mark and I had been up to, I was in serious trouble.

"Okay, stop that, because he's not going near you. I won't let him touch you. I swear. Now, you stay here for a minute while I go fix my bed and grab clothes. Then I'll run downstairs to grab yours out of the dryer. Just wait here till I get back up okay?" Mark kissed my nose and then my lips softly.

"Whatever you say sweetie." I smiled and kissed him back quickly before he left me to await my doom.

I heard him rustling around in the linen closet just outside the bathroom door, and then I heard Derek's voice coming up the stairs. 

"Hey, Mark, where are you guys?" Derek called.

"Just a sec, I'll be right there." Mark's voice was a bit higher than usual. I could tell he was freaked. Derek may just kick his ass too.

"Logan's here, looking for Jaimie, is she still around?"

"Yeah, she's in the bathroom, I'm sure she'll be out in a minute. I'll send her right down."

"Ok, hey Mark," Derek's voice got quieter and I couldn't make out what they were saying for a minute. Then Derek said "Okay," louder and headed back downstairs.

Mark popped his head into the bathroom a second later.

"Hey, okay, Derek totally knows what's going on, but he's cool with it. He said if I hadn't gone and made you a woman, he sure as hell would have." Mark confessed.

"What? Derek? Ew, he's old!" I shivered with goosebumps, with the knowledge that my brother's best friend had the hots for me. "That's just wrong." I declared.

Mark chuckled. "Aren't you glad it was me then?"

"Oh more glad than you can imagine." I smiled.

"Alright, Derek's grabbing your clothes for you, he should be back up in a sec. Come on into my room so you're hiding out where I can see you okay?" Mark glanced down the hall towards the stairs and then grabbed my arm and we snuck into his room.

"So? Do you think Derek will stand up for us or is Logan just going to kill us both?" I asked as I perched carefully on the edge of Mark's bed. He'd removed the sheets but hadn't put the new ones on yet. I held the towel closed between my breasts, but as I noticed Mark's gaze fall lower, I realized it was open slightly at the bottom, giving him a sneak peek at my goods. "Um, excuse me, pervert." I closed my legs a little more and shifted so that I was covered up better.

"Hey, what gives? Can't I look?" Mark pouted.

"Um, no, not right now. That could get us into more trouble. Where is that brother of yours with my clothes?" I was getting nervous, the longer it took for me to show up to face Logan, the more time he had to come up with conclusions of his own.

"Yeah, couple of idiots!" I heard Derek's voice call as he ran up the stairs.

Mark went to his door and took my clothes from his brother.

"You two are playing Monopoly and have been at it for the past couple hours. Jaimie is kicking Mark's ass, and he's got less than three hundred left, so he won't give up. That's your story, and Logan totally ate it." Derek told us quietly.

"Why does she have to be winning?" Mark whined.

"Because I'm smarter than you!" I teased as he turned to face me.

"Yeah, but I'm sexier."

"Okay, hurry up and get your asses downstairs before Logan does suspect something." Derek left and Mark turned to look at me.

"Take off your towel." He directed.

"You're sexier? How rude is that? No, I'm so not taking my towel off in front of you now." I teased and turned away from him.

"But I need to see you. I need to understand where I went wrong in that sexy assumption. I know I was wrong, so you have to prove it to me." Mark begged.

"Eat my ass." I flipped up the edge of the towel and before it came back down, Mark's hands were on my waist and he was rolling me over on the bed. He shoved me down face first and buried his face between my cheeks. I wanted to yell at him, but I knew that whatever I said it would be loud and very incriminating.

Mark's tongue licked circles around my cheeks and then it dragged right down the crack. I groaned and tried to push backwards against him, but that only pushed his tongue in more. I was not going to win, it was very apparent. His tongue made its way down past my bum and to the lips of my womanhood. It traced along the edges and then dipped the tip in ever so slightly. I jumped forwards and smacked my knees against the end of the bed.

"OW!" My cry was muffled but Mark heard it, relented and let me up. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed as I rolled over to face him. He stood between my legs, grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer to him. He positioned me so that my lap was in direct contact with the overflowing crotch of his pants. He began to grind into me and I just about died.

"Yeah, baby, you like it when Daddy does it like this?" He teased as he pushed himself against me harder. I could feel the wetness down there seeping out and suddenly I started to giggle. It felt so good, and yet at the same time I knew he'd have to change again before we could face our brothers.

"You'd better knock this off, or Logan's gonna figure it out." I tried to push him away but it was useless. He leaned down on top of me and kissed my throat softly. "Oh god, Mark, seriously, you gotta stop this." I gasped as I felt his hand down between my legs.

"You don't want me to stop, and I don't plan on stopping either." Mark whispered as his fingers found their way inside me again.

I let out a soft moan and forgot about everything else again. I just let him have me. It was what I'd wanted for so long now anyway. Get it out of my system now if I was smart.

Suddenly we heard loud voices in the hall just outside Mark's bedroom door. It was Logan and Derek, and my brother sounded pissed.

"Jaimie! Get your ass out here now! It's time to go home you little slut!" He yelled angrily.

"I'm coming! Just give me a minute, idiot!" I yelled back as Mark jumped off me. He threw my clothes at me and ran over to the door to lean on it, just in case Logan decided he was coming in to get me.

"Hurry your little ass up!" Logan demanded.

I pulled my shirt back on and then my shorts. I didn't see my panties in the pile, and there was no time to look for them. I motioned for Mark to look at the crotch of his pants to see the wet stains from me. His face flushed and he pointed to his desk where there were another pair of shorts. I grabbed them, and held them for him to step into as he dropped his pants to his ankles. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and my position made me very aware of that fact.

I was face to face with the monster who had given me so much pleasure and so much pain that day. I blinked and couldn't seem to make myself stand up. I was just stuck staring at it. Of course, my close proximity made him hard again, with my nose almost touching the tip. Mark cleared his throat as he looked down at me. I forced my eyes upward and caught the twinkle in his devilish eyes.

"You better stand up before we really get in trouble." He warned, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, which of course, made my nose actually touch against the tip of his penis. I felt a warm and sticky wet spot on my nose as I stood up. Mark smirked at me as I reached up to touch the spot. "No, leave it, hug your brother and wipe your nose on him, oh please! That would fucking rock!" Mark said suddenly.

"Mark, that's just - ew, so wrong!" I leaned closer to him and wiped it on his shirt before he could stop me. "It's yours, you keep it." I teased and grabbed the doorknob as it started turning from the other side. 

Mark jerked his shorts up and pulled his shirt down as far as it would go. Lucky for him, it was just far enough.

"Logan, have you lost your mind?" I asked as the door flew open. Mark stopped it as it came very close to knocking me in the face. I turned to look at Mark and smiled. He winked back and then pulled the door open the rest of the way and stepped out from behind it.

"Yeah I've lost my fucking mind. Where the hell did you go after the party? You disappeared and didn't leave a note or anything. How was I supposed to know what happened to you?" Logan demanded, grabbed my arm and began to drag me down the hall. Mark started to reach for me, but Derek stopped him.

"Let it go." Derek warned as Mark tried to push past him.

"If he touches her..." Mark's teeth were gritted together as he watched me leave. I kept watching him over my shoulder until Logan almost smacked me into the wall at the top of the stairs.

"HEY!" I cried and tried to shove Logan away from me. "What the hell?" I grabbed the handrail and planted my feet to try and get Logan to lose his grip on my arm. But it didn't work, he was much stronger than me and he kept pulling until my fingers slipped off the handrail.

Of course at that point, I had been pulling back so hard that I ended up flying forwards and fell into Logan. He lost his footing and stumbled. His foot slipped off the next step and he began to fall down the stairs. I almost went with him, but I felt someone grab the back of my shorts and heard a tearing sound.

I screamed as I thought I was going to follow my brother's tumble down the stairs, bare-assed, but I was being held in mid air. I turned to see Mark's face, his eyes flashing wildly. He was holding onto my shorts with one hand, and his other was on the corner of the wall. He lifted me towards him and Derek reached out to grab me. They sat me down on the top step and then Mark jumped over me and ran down the stairs after Logan.

"Logan!" Mark yelled and I heard a noise that sounded like knuckles connecting with a jaw.

"Mark! NO!" I cried and followed Derek as he ran down to stop the fight that my brother had no chance of winning.

"You asshole!" Mark punched Logan again in the face as I came to a halt behind him.

"Mark! He's bleeding, leave him alone! Please!" I begged and grabbed hold of Mark's waist to pull him off my bloody brother. He let me pull him backwards and then he started walking backwards, pushing me behind him. He pushed me all the way to the kitchen and then turned around and grabbed me up into his arms. He hugged me tightly and buried his face in my chest.

"Oh god Jaimie, I could've killed him!" He sobbed. "I swear, if he ever lays a finger on you again, he's done for. I won't let him hurt you anymore."

"Marky, sshh. It's okay, don't do this to yourself. It's just stupid Logan." I tried to reason with him.

"Yeah, the one thing that's standing in the way of us being together." He replied angrily.

"Mark, killing him isn't going to help us, you'll just go to jail, and then where would I be? Just calm down, I need you with me okay, please don't do something you'll regret. I couldn't bear to lose you." I whispered and kissed the top of his head. My face was buried in his hair when Logan and Derek rounded the corner of the kitchen.

I couldn't see the looks on either of their faces, but the gasp out of Logan's mouth said it all.

Mark stood up to his full height, letting go of me, but pushing me behind him as he faced Logan.

"Listen up jerk, and listen hard. You do not own Jaimie. You are not her legal guardian anymore. She's nineteen now and she can make her own decisions like a big girl. You need to understand that I will not tolerate your attitude with her from this point on. She is my girlfriend and I will be her protector now." Mark growled at Logan.

I peeked around Mark to get a glimpse of Logan's face. He had a large bruise forming on the left side of his face, near his jaw. There was blood dripping from his nose and it looked like he had a scrape or cut on his right eyebrow. He looked bad. I wondered if Mark had done all of that, or if his fall was to blame for some of it.

Logan glared at Mark. His eyes were like steel. I'd seen my brother mad before, and it used to scare me into having nightmares about it for weeks afterwards. I remembered the time that Logan had beat up one of our cousins for running into me while on their bike. He'd broken the boy's arm in two places. And Logan was only twelve then and it was a family member! I knew the force behind Logan's big brother protectiveness for me and I worried about Mark's own protection.

I stepped out around Mark, pushing his hands away as he tried to stop me. I stood in front of Logan and looked up at him.

"Okay, that's enough out of both of you." I turned to glance at Mark to make sure he knew he was included in the statment and then turned back to face my brother. "Logan, Mark doesn't mean it, he's just my best friend and he wants to keep me safe. From anyone. Including my obnoxious big brother who has a history of anger issues. I am ready to come home now, as long as little Miss Jacklin is not there. I will not come home if you plan on having her spend the night. I refuse to listen to you two anymore. It makes me sick." I put my hand up on Logan's chest and pushed him backwards a bit. "Okay? Let's go home now."

Logan conceeded and turned to leave. I looked over my shoulder at Mark who was opening his mouth to say something. I shook my head and blew him a kiss as I left with my brother.

I knew the ride home would be ugly, so I turned on the stereo so that I could drown out most of the nasty words Logan was going to yell at me. But he didn't yell. He didn't say a word the whole way home, which was even worse. Not the silent treatment, that is never good. Guess I'd really gone over the line. Not like I'd ever upset him like this before, he was usually mad at someone else for hurting me, but now he was mad at me, for what? Growing up? Getting a boyfriend? Because the boyfriend was Mark?

"Logan, will you please talk to me? What is your big problem? So I was hanging out with Mark, where else would I be? I'm always with him." I reached over and tapped him on the arm to beg for his attention.

"Jaimie, I so don't want to talk about this. I don't want you associating with Mark anymore. There are things about him that you can't possibly know, and if you ever found out, it would break your heart." Logan replied as calmly as he could.

"Like what? That he's the biggest slut in school? I know all about that. It doesn't affect me, it's not an issue with us. He's my best friend, Logan, that's all. We have fun together, he understands me, he cares about me, he makes me laugh. He makes me feel good about myself."

"Yeah, see we don't need any of that. You can feel good about yourself all on your own." Logan turned the corner onto our street.

"What is that supposed to mean? That doesn't make any sense ." I shook my head and looked quizzically at my brother.

"It means, you need to stay away from Mark and he needs to keep his paws off you." He ground out and pulled into our driveway. He hit the brakes hard and I jerked forwards in my seatbelt.

"Okay, you are an ass. Mark's paws don't have anything to do with this. You have a serious issue and you need to resolve it now. I am a big girl now, big brother, and you need to let me grow up. Stop holding me back. Stop coming to my workplaces and getting me fired because you think the patrons are too friendly with me. Stop being a jerk!" I cried and jumped out of the car. I slammed the door and headed into the house.

When I opened the front door, there on the couch, was Jacklin.

"Get out of my house, bitch." I growled as I stormed past her into my room. I grabbed a knapsack out of my closet and began to throw clothes into it. If Logan was going to continue to act this way, I wasn't staying at home anymore. 

I heard Logan and Jacklin talking out in the living room, and slammed my bedroom door to keep their conversation out of my room. I knew they were talking about me. And I knew Logan's suspicions about Mark and I. Of course he knew, he wasn't stupid.

I grabbed my picture of my parents off my dresser and laid it gently inside my bag, nestled between my purple lacy nightdress and a pair of white boy short panties. I picked up the other few necessities off my shelves: hair brush, makeup, ponytail elastics, vanilla scented body lotion and of course, my anti-perspirant and perfume. I reached into my bottom dresser drawer and pulled out my black strappy high heels and my limited collection of lingerie. If I had to make it on my own, there may be sacrifices, I decided.

I zipped my bag, picked up my hooded Gap sweatshirt off my desk and headed for my door.

Then I heard the banging start. Bang. Bang. Bang.

No, not banging like Logan's headboard off the wall, it was more like banging a hammer, driving nails into my doorframe, sealing me into my room.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"LOGAN!!" I screamed and tried to yank the door open, but he'd already put enough nails in to hold it shut.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"This is for your own good Jaimie, you'll thank me later." I heard through the door. 

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I let out a growl and ran over to my phone on my desk. I picked up the receiver and listened.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Nothing. Logan had unplugged my phone too. Oh my god. I was trapped.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

My bedroom window had security bars on it from the previous tenants, and my parents had never bothered removing them. So now, instead of security bars, they were jail cell bars. I was completely locked in my room. I couldn't believe it.

Bang. Bang.

The hammering stopped and I went over to the door to listen. I pressed my ear up against it but couldn't hear anything at all. It was so quiet, I wondered if they'd left. Left me here to rot in my own room.

And all because I'd fallen for my best friend? Logan had to be mentally unstable. He'd never gone off the handle like this with me before. And it's not like this was the first time I'd 'disappeared' to Mark's house, or out with Mark. We'd snuck out to numerous concerts and club events. We'd skipped school to attend baseball games and hockey games too. I didn't return home on prom night, or on the nights of any of the school dances I'd gone to either. But Logan had just brushed it off then, told me to smarten up and then let me off easy the next time around too.

I know it's been hard on him, with our parents dying so young, and leaving Logan in charge, of all people. But our extended families didn't live in Boston, and I guess my parents didn't want us to have to relocate. They'd left a substantial sum of money between their life insurance and their savings. We were able to purchase the house we'd lived in, which was a bit weird, but comfortable, knowing my parents had chosen this house for us in the first place. I hadn't meant to be a burden on Logan at all, it was not my intent. I was just having fun with Mark. He was practically my only friend, and ultimately my best friend. He wouldn't let me stay home and be a mope, he wanted me to get out and live. And that's what we did. Every day, Mark would take me somewhere after school. To a sportiing event, to play or to watch, to the movies, to the mall or out for a bite at McDonald's. It was never anything date-like, it was always just friends.




Brotherly Love Ch. 05



But now we'd gone past the just friends line. I had gone and fallen in love with Mark and from the speech he gave me, I could tell he was in love with me too, had been for a long time.

I dropped myself onto my bed and let out a sigh. I wondered how long Logan was going to leave me in here. Had he gone out or were they just in the other room where I couldn't hear their plans to ruin my life being discussed.

I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair. I separated it down the middle and began to braid it into two pigtail braids.

When I was done that, I decided I was bored. I went over to my desk and stared dumbly at the computer. Would Logan have thought it through to unplug the network modem? Did I still have access to the internet?

I turned the computer on, halfway excited that maybe I could get a message to Mark to save me from my prison.

The screen came up and I clicked on the internet icon.

"No server available." Was the message. Yup, Logan had thought about that too.

Now what was I supposed to do?

***

Yes, I know, mean of me, but I promise, she finds something very pleasing to do by herself!

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Brotherly Love Ch. 06



I lay back down on my bed, kicked off my shoes and shorts and cuddled under the blankets. My alarm clock beside me read: 9:34 p.m. Well, it wasn't really bedtime, and I'd had that amazing nap earlier, but what else was there to do, alone in my room?

I reached over to my alarm clock and pushed the radio button. At least I still had music. I scrolled through the stations to a high-energy dance station.

I snuggled back down under my frilly pink comforter that my Mom had bought me for my tenth birthday. I brought it up to my nose and inhaled the scent of it. It didn't smell like Mom, but it did smell like the detergent she'd always used. We kept using the same things she had to keep her alive with us. It was silly and sentimental, but it made me feel good.

I threw the comforter off my bed. Angry that she'd left me. Angry that she'd left Logan to be my boss. Angry that I was alone.

My breasts felt itchy, so I pulled my shirt off and rubbed my hands over my breasts to relieve the itchiness.

I imagined Mark's hands on my breasts, kneading, squeezing, licking. Oh yeah. There was somewhere for me right now, in my fantasies.

Mark's fingers traced around the edges of my nipples, and then they pinched the buds gently, harder, gently again. His other hand slowly moved down my body to my navel. His fingers traced around the edges. Then he licked a finger and made wet traces around it, and his finger trail began to move south. I could feel his fingers toying with the trimmed pale blonde hair covering my mound. He pulled it gently and then explored lower still. His fingertips brushed over my clit and it came alive. It stood up proudly and his fingers pinched it and twisted it gently. Then his other hand was down there too. First one finger, then two, entered my wetness and began to slide in and out slowly at first and then faster, harder.

I squeezed my clit harder and then started to rub it furiously. Oh it felt so good. My fingers continued their assault on my pussy and continued to fuck me as hard as I could make them.

I could feel the orgasm approaching and I slipped two more fingers in. I kept pushing as hard as I could, filling myself with everything I had.

I sat up with a jolt. I looked around the room madly and then my eyes found what I was looking for. On the top shelf of my bookcase was a blue gift box, and inside it was the toy Mark had given me as a joke on my 18th birthday. I jumped off the bed and grabbed the box, pulling out the obscene looking purple, glittery, rubber penis.

I went back to my bed and lay down again. I looked at the purple monster in disbelief and then remembering how good Mark felt inside me, pushed the end of it against my lips. I rubbed it up and down a little, to moisten it, and then started to slide it in slowly.

The dildo caught on my lip and started to pinch, so with my other hand I spread my lips open as far as I could hold them and tried again.

It was cold, and felt weird. It was definitely harder than Mark, less give to it, but it was not as wide. It felt so good as I slid it in further and further, pulling back gently to wet it in my juices some more. 

Slowly, I began to push it in harder and further, then pull it out quickly and push it back in just as fast. I kept this up for a minute or so and then my other hand found my clit again. I rubbed it tenderly, every few seconds, giving it a bit of a pinch or a twist.

Both my hands worked diligently as I began to return to Mark's bedroom, with Mark hovering over me, sliding his penis in and out, harder and faster, slowly and gently.

The waves began to start, first in my toes and up my legs. I could feel it in my shoulders and neck, and then down my chest. My heart pounded like crazy and I couldn't contain it any longer.

My mouth opened to moan but the noise came out strangely as the best orgasm I'd had yet engulfed me. My hands shook as they tried to keep up with the waves of pleasure flooding my body. Finally I gave up with the dildo, but my other fingers continued to tease my clit. They stroked it more gently now, easing off as the orgasm slowed down.

I pulled the now favourable purple monster out slowly, sending shivers up my spine as the head of it finally popped out. I dropped it between my legs and reached over the edge of my bed for my comforter.

I snuggled down underneath it and my knee brushed against the dildo. I reached down and picked it up, placing it firmly up against my lips, length-wise so that one end stuck out behind me, and clamped my legs together on it. I rolled onto my side and let out a sigh.

"Oh Mark, where are you?" I murmured as I let my exhaustion get the better of me.

**

It must have been the middle of the night when I heard the noises. I opened my eyes, but it was pitch black out. I started to sit up and then felt something strange between my legs. I reached down and then remembered as my fingers wrapped around the end of the dildo.

I listened carefully, trying to figure out what the noises were and where they were coming from.

CRASH!

I jumped out of bed as my door came down into my room. It slammed into the end of my bed and I could barely make out two shadowy figures in my doorway. They began to move towards me.

The first guy picked up the door and shoved it off the bed to make a path directly to me.

I couldn't move, I was frozen to the floor as sheer terror enveloped me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. Just noise, and as much of it as I could make in one breath. Then as I went to take my second breath a hand clamped over my mouth and an arm wrapped around my waist as I was hoisted up over his shoulder.

He kept his hand on my bare ass and he turned around to face his accomplice. I could see nothing as my face was buried into my kidnapper's back.

My senses were filled with something suddenly so calming and I relaxed completely as a blanket was tossed over me to cover me up.

I closed my eyes and let him take me away from my prison.

I was carried out of the house and placed gently into the backseat of a car. I was only guessing, but it felt like I was lowered, as opposed to being lifted into a truck or SUV. A hand patted my head gently and the door closed. Both kidnappers got in and the engine roared to life.

We squealed out of the driveway and drove for what felt like close to an hour. I wondered where we were going. His house was only a five minute drive from mine.

Finally we stopped driving and the back door opened. Hands reached under me, tucking the blanket around me tightly as I was scooped up into strong arms. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I was carried away from the car.

I listened as his footsteps went from pavement to gravel, and then after a minute, silent footsteps. Grass? Carpet?

My kidnapper laid me down on something soft and untucked the blanket from under me so that I could move. I heard the click of a door and then another click, quieter. The light filtered through the blanket and I sat up, keeping it covering me completely. I watched the shadow in front of me and tried to strain my eyes to find the other one.

"So?"

"So what?" I replied hesitantly. Where had the other one gone? I was not coming out from under the blanket unless I knew it was just the two of us.

"Don't worry, he's not here, he was just my getaway driver." He could probably see my head turning side to side as I looked again for the accomplice.

"So it's just us?" I asked and reached up to pull the blanket down off my head.

"Yeah, come on out sexy."

Before I could pull it down, his hands grabbed it and I gasped. He lifted it up from the bottom and peeked his head under. I clamped my legs together and tried to shift my sitting position so I could cover up better.

"Get out you pervert!" I cried, but he didn't. He climbed under the blanket with me and climbed on top of me as he pushed me onto my back.

"I'm not a pervert, you are. I can't believe you sleep naked, that's so dirty!" He teased and his lips brushed against mine.

"Mm, Marky." I murmured as I kissed him back.

"Who's Marky?" He jumped back off me, taking the blanket with him.

"Shut up! You're such an ass!" I glared at the twinkling brown eyes in front of me as the light shone in his face with the cover of the blanket now gone.

"I'm an ass?" He cocked his head to one side. "I rescue you from that idiot and I'm an ass? Fine, I'm taking you back." Mark reached over to grab me but I wiggled away and tried to grab a pillow off the motel room bed to hit him. He was way ahead of me and grabbed it first. I managed to twist under him and the other pillow was mine.

Thwack!

My pillow hit him square in the side of the head.

"Jaimes! That's not nice!" Mark laughed and swung his pillow down on me. From our interesting position, I was laying on my side and he was straddling my thighs. He had an awesome view of my nude bottom and my back as I was twisting to cover my front. He brought the pillow down on my head again and I tried to buck him off. I succeeded in making him lose his balance, and it gave me just enough time to get another pillow punch in before he took it away from me.

"Come on, give it back!" I whined.

"Thank me for saving your butt first." He raised his eyebrow as he climbed off me and lay down beside me on the bed. He pulled the blanket up over us and snuggled close to me, his one hand propping his head up, his other hand possessively across my waist. 

"How long do you think we can hide before he hunts us down?" I bit my lip nervously.

"Well, he'd have to know it was me who took you first of all. All that graffitti and the damage to the living room, makes it look like a couple of punks did some serious messing."

"You destroyed my house?" I asked, in shock.

"Not destroyed, redecorated a bit aggressively, that's all." He smirked at me and I had to smile.

Honestly, I had nothing of real value in that house anyway. A few items that were sentimental, but those were all in my backpack.

"Hey, did you grab my backpack?" I asked curiously.

"The one with your lacy purple nightgown in it?" He smiled mischeviously.

"Oh you're the best!" I flung my arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips. He kissed me back with more force than I'd anticipated.

He pushed me down and leaned over me, kissing me deeply.

I opened my mouth and our tongues met in his mouth. I licked his lips as he tried to suck on the tip of my tongue.

Mark's hand found my breast and squeezed it gently. He continued to massage my breast as I brought my hand up and ran my fingers through his hair. I caught his hair between my fingers tightly and pulled his head back from mine.

"What?" He looked at me curiously.

"What are we doing? We can't just hide from him."

"No? Don't worry baby, I've got a pretty good idea about what we're going to do. Just trust me okay?" He looked at me expectantly.

"Trust you completely?" I released my hold on his hair and leaned closer to his lips. I planted a quick kiss on them and then continued, "I don't see why I shouldn't trust you, unless you're planning on doing away with Logan."

"No, my plan doesn't involve Logan." Mark kissed me teasingly.

"Hey, how did you know I was locked in my room anyway?"

"Your brother is a total dumb ass. He took Jacklin out to the bar and hooked up with Derek. And he was so proud of himself that he started bragging to Derek about the hammer and nails."

"Oh my god, what an ass."

"Best part was, Derek called me immedieately from his cell. And then he started buyin' Logan more beer to make sure he wouldn't be going home too soon. Gave me tons of time to figure out a heist plan."

"Wow, I guess I don't give Derek as much credit as he should get, huh?" I traced my finger along Mark's strong jawline.

"Yeah, turns out he's not such a geek after all." Mark leaned his head on his shoulder, pinning my hand.

"So was he your accomplice too?" I wiggled my fingers, trying to tickle his neck.

"Nope, he had to stay and make sure Logan was occupied." Mark smiled and squished my fingers still.

"I thought that was the bitch's job." I sneered, leaned forwards and licked his lips. "Hey wanna be occupied?"

"Yeah, I've been waiting for some of that action." Mark kissed me again and his fingers wandered down my belly.

I spread my legs for him and his fingers found their mark. I groaned as he teased and tickled and rubbed.

"Hey, I've got an idea!" I announced suddenly and sat up, pushing Mark down. I reached for the button on the top of his jeans and opened it. I pulled the other buttons open too and found he was not wearing anything underneath. "Wow." I breathed as he lifted his hips so I could pull his jeans down. 

Now I was pretty new at this game, and although I'd heard a lot about blow jobs, I didn't really understand what all the fuss was about until I was staring at Mark's penis, inches from my mouth. I licked my lips and leaned closer. I watched as it grew in front of my eyes, anticipating my mouth closing around it.

I reached out and held it in my hand, stroking it gently as my tongue tasted the tip of it. Salty. But not too salty. It actually tasted a little sweet at the same time. I licked my tongue around the head, slipping it under the edges and then flicking it over the top. I opened my mouth wide and lowered my face down onto his penis. My mouth was filled with him and as I continued to push down, it happened.

I gagged. I had taken too much at once. I pulled back quickly as Mark's hand landed on my shoulder tenderly.

"Hey, just easy there. You that hungry?" He teased.

"Yeah, actually, and this is delicious." I smiled and proceeded to 'eat' it again. I figured out how much could actually fit in my mouth comfortably and placed my fingers at that spot so when I slid down it again I'd meet my fingers and stop. I continued licking my tongue over and around the tip every second or third time I moved up again and he'd let out a groan each time I did it.

"Oh my god, that feels absolutely amazing." He whispered and reached down to fondle my breasts.

I smiled and a loud squelching noise came out of my mouth as I was on an upward stroke.

Mark laughed, "That has got to be the sexiest noise I've heard yet." And his fingers began to tease my nipples.

"O - ah?" I asked and then tried to stifle a giggle of my own as my speech was so garbled.

"Oh yeah." He replied and with his other hand, ran his fingers through my hair.

We continued to play for another few minutes before I felt his penis grow even harder suddenly and bigger too.

"Jaimes, I'm gonna cum. If don't want to drink it, get ready to move." He warned, his breath ragged.

I stayed where I was, but pulled back a bit, making sure there was extra room in my mouth for his load.

He let out a groan as hot spurts of his cum shot down my throat. It almost choked me but I swallowed it down as fast as I could, and just kept swallowing as more streams filled my mouth.

Before he was done, I had to stop. I moved my mouth away and his last spurt got me right in the cheek and ear. I smiled and leaned over to rub it off on Mark's hard belly.

I kept my face there for a minute as I listened to his hearbeat and his breathing. He sounded so relaxed. His hands cupped my face and tried to pull me closer to him. I let him, and crawled up to meet his face.

He extended his lips in an oversize pucker and I let him have it. I pushed my tongue, still tasting of his cum, into his mouth and made sure he knew what he tasted like too. He kissed me back harder and gave my bum a squeeze.

I pulled away from him and gazed into his eyes. The twinkle was a bit dull and I could tell he was doing a lot of thinking right then.

"What's up Marky?"

"Just trying to figure out why I was blessed with someone like you in my life." He smiled devilishly.

"What, someone who sucks cock like she'd had lots of training?" I teased.

"No, somone as innocent and loving as you. You don't seem afraid to try anything and that is so amazing."

"Well, don't forget I have zero experience in this field-"

"Zero? What about this afternoon? Doesn't that count for anything?" He interrupted.

"Shut up! You know what I mean. Right now I don't know what's proper or not, and I'm just going to do whatever it is that feels good." I finished with a sly gleam in my eye.

"Ah, like what you were doing with that friend of mine earlier tonight?"

"What are you talking about?" I sat up and gave him a dirty look.

"Oh I don't know... something hard and purple."

"How did you know about that?" I cried.

"Saw it on the bed when I threw you over my shoulder." He replied calmly.

"OH! I am so embarrassed now! Thanks a lot, couldn't have just kept that to yourself?" I put my hands over my face as I felt the hot blush scorching my cheeks.

"Now where would the fun be in that?" He reached up to pull my hands away from my face. "You know what?"

"What?" I mumbled, trying not to look at him.

"I think you're amazing."

"Yeah?" I forced myself to look him in the eye. He nodded. "Well you're not so bad yourself either." I leaned forwards and planted a peck on the tip of his nose. "And, I just might keep you around for a bit too. If you'll have me that is."

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. "Oh, I'll have you all right. I'll be having you all night."

"Hey, did you bring it?" I asked slyly.

"Your new best friend? Yeah, threw it in your backpack for ya." He gave me a tighter squeeze for a second. "Don't worry, I'm looking after you."

"Good, cuz the last guy didn't do such a great job. He let some maniac sex fiend steal me right out from under his nose."

"Well the maniac sex fiend was also a genius and the last guy didn't even know it was coming."

I started to laugh. "Genius? Oh please!"

"Now listen you, did you want me to grab your backpack and punish you for being like that?" He warned.

"Yeah, punish me master. I've been very bad." I smirked.

***

Okay, I hope this makes up for the less liked Chapter Five. I had trouble writing it and knew it wasn't what it should have been. Hopefully this will help to reinstate your love for this story.

Thanks for trusting me to fix it...

Myalyn



Brotherly Love Ch. 07



The next morning I awoke with my legs tangled in through Mark's and his arm laying across my waist possessively. I peered over the pillow to see the alarm clock. It was 9:32am.

"Wow, hey Marky, we should get up." I tried to roll over so that I was facing him but he clamped his legs together holding me still.

"Mm, nope." He replied sleepily.

"Mm, yup. Come on, we got stuff to do today." I reached behind me and felt around for his face. I found his cheek and caressed it softly. As I explored his face blindly, I ended up with my fingers on his lips, I reached up a bit further and stuck a finger in each of his nostrils.

"UP!" I demanded.

"OW, hey Jaimes, fuck off!" Mark tried to laugh but with his nose unavailable to use it sounded like a choke.

I started to giggle.

"Come on tough guy, let's go, get up!" I teased and with my arm over my shoulder, backwards, tried to lift him by his nose." It didn't work very well at all. 

Mark's arm that was across my waist moved so his hand was on my hip. He gently ran his fingers up and down my thigh, then clamped down right at the join of my thigh and hip. Hard.

"AUGH! Goddammit!" I screamed as he caught the nerve and my leg stopped working. I struggled to get out of his grip, but had to let go of his nose to do it.

I gave up and let go of his nose, twisting out of his steel grip.

By the time I got myself turned around to face him, Mark had tears streaming down his face he was laughing so hard.

"You're such a jerk!" I laughed and climbed up on him so that I was straddling his large chest. I rubbed myself all over his chest and then jumped off the bed and flew into the bathroom. "See how you like that! I branded you!" I giggled and slammed the door closed behind me.

When I came out of the bathroom Mark was up & dressed already, standing at the window on his cell phone. The voice on the other end sounded really angry, there was yelling and swearing and lots of it.

I walked closer to him to listen and he swung around, the look in his eyes told me to beat a hasty retreat. He did not want me hearing what was being said at all.

So I went over to the bed & turned on the radio, drowning out the conversation I wasn't supposed to hear.

It was a good ten minutes before Mark finally stuffed his cell phone in the pocket of his jeans and turned to look at me.

The look on his face told me it was Derek who'd been yelling and that Mark was in trouble big time.

"We should turn on the news..." Mark motioned towards the TV but didn't move from where he stood.

I jumped up & flipped on the TV, flipping stations to find the news.

"Police are searching for the kidnapper of the 19 year old girl. Her brother has an idea of who it might be and police are offering a reward for any information of the incident."

"OH shit. Mark that's not good." I walked over to him, reaching out to wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle in for a good hug.

He brushed my hands away and started to pace the small room frantically.

"Shit Jaimie, I am in so much shit! Logan's going to have me arrested, I just know it. I'm so screwed!"

"Mark, calm down. It's all good, let me go talk to the police; I can smooth it all over. You didn't kidnap me, you rescued me from my insaniac brother. Once I show them my bedroom door, they'll understand. You'll be fine. Don't worry!" I grabbed his arms as he stormed past me on his tenth lap of the room.

He stopped and I spun him to face me, wrapping his arms around my waist, then putting my own up around his neck.

"Hey, Marky, we'll be fine, I promise ok?" I reached up on my tiptoes and tried to plant a kiss on his lips.

He kept his eyes averted from me, staring over my head and didn't return my kiss.

I stepped up onto his feet and tried again to get his attention.

"Hello? Anybody home?" The cold unresponsiveness I got was starting to worry me. I'd never seen him so freaked about anything like he was right then.

I wiggled my toes on the top of his feet, and then decided to just climb up his body. Figured he'd have to pay attention to me then.

I pulled up with my arms around his neck and planted my feet up on his thighs, climbing up his body like a child would do a "mountain climb."

It wasn't until my foot slipped and I lost my balance that he came out of his other world and grabbed hold of my waist to keep me from hurting myself.

"Jaimes, what the fuck are you doing?" He growled.

"Trying to get you to talk to me dork. You're freaking me out. Seriously, talk to me ok?" I wrapped my legs around his waist as he was still holding me up against him. I let him put his arms under my backside to support me and then I took my arms from around his neck and put my hands on his face, making him look at me.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be an ass, but listen to me, this is a lot of shit I'm in ok? I really don't think you can sweet talk us out of it baby." Mark finally made eye contact with me, lifting the corner of his mouth up into a disgusted sneer. "I try to do something right by you and this is the thanks I get. It's fucked up."

"I know, I'm sorry, Mark if you let me talk to Logan or the police, I'm sure they'll understand what happened. Well, Logan won't, but the police will and then maybe we can get Logan thrown in jail for locking me in my room." I said hopefully.

Mark snorted.

"Doubt that. Nothing would ever be that easy." He gave me a squeeze and leaned in for a quick kiss. "Jaimie I love you, and I will do anything in my power to protect you from that ass of a brother of yours, but I don't think I can do it from behind bars." 

"You're not going to jail, I promise, I won't let them do that to you. Derek won't let them. He can help us out of this right?"

"Ha, Derek?! He's pissed off big time at me. Said this was the dumbest thing I've done yet."

"Ok, so what are we supposed to do? Live here forever? They'll have our pictures on the news soon enough and room service will recognize us in a matter of days. We can't stay here, I have to talk to the police, that's the best thing we can do right now." I snuggled into him, inhaling his scent, wanting him to believe me that I could fix this. That it wasn't as big an issue as he really thought it was.

"No police, you aren't talking to anyone till Derek gets the lawyer to call me."

"Ok, so he is helping, see, it'll work out just fine."

"He's only helping because he has to help. Not because he thinks I did the right thing. He always told me not to get in between you and Logan and up till now I stayed out. But now that you and me are, well, I just couldn't not do anything. You know how it is." He walked us over to the bed and sat down with me on his lap. He placed his chin on my shoulder and rubbed his ear against my hair.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I got you into this." I apologized and squeezed him tightly.

"Jay it's not your fault, it's not at all." He sighed and squeezed me tight too. "I needed to stay away and just let you & Logan sort shit out on your own, that's what Derek told me anyway. I know I should have, but I just couldn't leave you there with that prick. I knew he'd do something awful like what he did and keep you away from me. I can't bear to be without you and the thought of Logan keeping you from me is killing me." He kissed me hard on the lips, a deep, thorough kiss that told me exactly how he felt about me, how he'd felt for a very long time.

I pushed him backwards on the bed and began working on his jeans as I continued to kiss him back. He let me open his jeans and wiggle my hands inside. His hands began to wander down my back and to my ass, squeezing my bare cheeks gently. He slid his fingers down farther and found my wetness eagerly waiting his arrival.

When my fingers wrapped around his cock, it surged to life and began throbbing for my touch. I caressed it gently at first and then began to work my hand faster as Mark's fingers were working faster on me.

Before I knew it, Mark's pants were down around his ankles and he'd flipped us over on the bed, taking me from behind. He drove into me hard, hanging onto my hips to keep me from falling forwards onto my face.

I pushed back against him, helping him go in deeper, letting out moans of pleasure with each thrust.

When he was about to cum, I heard his breaths get shorter, quicker, and I immediately reached around underneath to hold onto his balls, grabbing them and holding him inside me. He tried to pull out but I pressed harder to him, keeping him where he was.

"Please," I begged, my face buried in the comforter on the bed.

Mark released inside me, fire raged through my body as the spasms that racked his body sent me over the edge and I began to cum too.

When he was done, I let go of his balls and he pulled out. He put one hand on my hip and pulled me over onto my side, rolling with him onto the bed, holding me close.

"That was probably a bad idea you know," He whispered as he kissed my cheek.

"I don't care." I replied, figuring if nothing else, getting pregnant by Mark would be one way to keep him in my life to spite Logan's best efforts against it.

***

I awoke to the sound of pounding on our motel room door. Heavy pounding.

"OPEN UP!!" A gruff voice hollered.

I sat up quickly, realizing Mark wasn't even in the room. Shit, where did he go and who was at the door?

"Who's there?" I called out hesitantly, freaked that it could be Logan.

"It's the police, are you Jaimie?"

SHIT!!!

"No, sorry!" I replied, hoping they'd believe me.

"Sorry ma'am, but we need to see your face to confirm with a photo we have. We're searching for a kidnap victim, it's very important that you cooperate with us."

I looked around the room for my backpack and my clothes.

"Ok, hang on, I just have to get dressed, give me a minute!" I jumped out of bed and ran over to where my backpack was sitting in a chair. On the table beside it was a note from Mark. I grabbed it, held it in my mouth while I got dressed and then stuffed it in my pocket as I went over to the door.

"If I am Jaimie, what are you doing to do to me?" I asked as I put the chain lock on the door and started to turn the knob.

"We have to take you in, honey are you ok?" The officer asked caringly.

"What if I'm not in trouble or hurt? What if I was rescued by this so-called kidnapper? My brother nailed my door shut to keep me from my boyfriend. All Mark did was help me get out of my room. He wouldn't hurt me, he loves me and I'm fine. I don't want to go, please." I begged as I opened the door to see the face of the officer.

He was an older detective, had a sympathetic face, but I knew I was not going to talk my way out of this one.

"Is Mark in there with you Jaimie?" He asked as he tried to look in over my head through the small opening in the door.

"No, he wasn't here when I woke up. I'm not sure where he is right now. Please, don't take me back to my brother. He's going to kill me and Mark if he gets his hands on us. He's so mad."

"Jaimie I have to ask you to please open the door and let us in. We will take it down by force if needed, but I cannot leave you here. It's my job to make sure you're safe and protected."

"Officer, I am safe and protected here, Logan can't get me here, Mark is keeping me safe, I promise."

"Sorry, but you need to open the door and come with us. If you want, we can put you in protective custody to keep you safe if you truly feel you are going to be hurt by your brother until we get this sorted out."

I bit my lip. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just let them take me away, Mark would freak out thinking Logan had found me and would go after him, without even thinking and that would be bad, very bad...

"Ok, I need to leave a note for Mark to tell him what's going on. Do you have a card I can leave for Mark so he knows how to get in touch with me?"

The detective nodded and reached into his breast pocket, retrieving his card. He handed it to me through the opening and let me close the door.

I ran over to the table, putting the card down and writing a quick note on the back of it.

"Mark, police showed up, I had to go with them, call this Detective to get in touch with me. It'll be ok, I love you, Jaimie"

I picked up my backpack and took out a pair of my panties, leaving them on the table with the card. I knew Mark would appreciate the gesture and realize that I went with the police willingly.

I let out a sigh, gathered up the rest of my things and threw my backpack over my shoulder.

I unhooked the chain lock and opened the door slowly. There were five police officers standing behind the Detective, waiting patiently.

"Thank you for cooperating Miss Jaimie, we understand this must be a very hard time for you but I promise that we will protect you from anyone you feel is harmful to you."

He reached out and took me by the arm, leading me to the police cruiser. I was seated in the backseat and the door closed.

The sound of that "click" was like a death sentence. I knew they'd just return me to Logan, it only made sense.

But then again, I was 19, I was an adult and responsible for myself at this point wasn't I?

The Detective and another officer got into the front seat, the younger officer driving and the Detective writing in his report.

The drive to the police station seemed to take over an hour even though I'm sure it was only about 20 minutes.

When we arrived, I was escorted by two officers into an interrogation room. As I passed another room, I heard loud voices, swearing and yelling.

My heart sank.

It was Mark.



Brotherly Love Ch. 08



"No, wait!" I planted my feet on the floor so that the two officers holding my arms had to stop walking. "That's Mark, please, let me see him!"

"Sorry honey, we can't. You have to come here to the other room with us. Your brother is here at the station too, so if you want to be kept away from him, we should get you into the room as quick as possible so he doesn't see you and make a scene." The one officer urged gently.

"Then at least somebody tell Mark I'm here and that I came willingly. Please!" I begged, tears streaming down my face.

"I don't know if we can do that, but I'll check with Det. Vichey." The officer promised.

"Thank you," I sobbed. Poor Mark was all I could think, freaking out, worried that he would be thrown in jail for trying to save me from stupid Logan.

The room I was put into had a table and three chairs at it. A large two-way mirror took up most of one of the walls. I knew Logan was behind that mirror, I could just feel it.

When I sat at the table, the officers both left, leaving me alone.

I heard a door slam and some loud voices right outside the door to my room.

It wasn't Logan, it almost sounded like Derek.

What was he doing here? I wondered.

A moment later, the door opened and in walked Derek, a business looking man, probably his lawyer and Det. Vichey, the one who came to the motel room.

I jumped up and ran over to Derek, throwing my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder, crying.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Hey kiddo, it's ok. I've got an excellent lawyer here to help you guys out. Everything is going to be fine ok?"

"Oh Derek! They've got Marky! Don't let them take him away from me please!" I cried, still holding onto Derek for dear life.

'It's ok Jaimie, that's not going to happen ok, please, babe, don't cry!" Derek soothed, rubbing his hands up & down my back, holding me tight.

He walked us over to the table, sitting me down in a chair and taking his place behind me, his hands on my shoulders, keeping contact with me.

"Jaimie, we need you to give us a statement on the events of last night ok?" Det. Vichey placed a large notepad and pen in front of me. "You need to tell us everything, down to what you believe your brother's reasons were for his actions, what Mark's reasons were, etc. Anything you can tell us to help us figure out what happened ok?"

I nodded and the Detective left the room.

"Miss Booth, you should tell them everything that happened from the time you left your brother's care until you were picked up today by the police. Don't leave out any details. The more you can tell them, the better."

I looked up at Derek with an expression of horror on my face.

"Everything?" I mouthed.

Derek nodded.

"Yeah, probably should. That will give them an idea behind Logan's reaction." Derek smirked.

My face flushed red with embarrassment as I picked up the pen and began to go over the events of the last two days.

When I was done, my hand hurt from all the writing. I mentioned my reason for leaving my own birthday party early -- Jacklin. I said how Mark and I had been intimate (those were the words I'd used) and about the fight with Logan & Mark. I gave a play by play of Logan & my conversation in the car on the way home from Mark & Derek's. I explained how Logan nailed my door shut, cut off my phone and internet access. Left out the part after that and before Mark swooped in to rescue me. Then I talked about how Mark took me to the motel and that we'd been intimate again, then that the cops showed up.

I hoped that would be enough.

The lawyer took it from me and read it over. His face flushed as he got to the part about Mark & I. My face flushed too, now that this part of my life was going to be public.

"Derek, can you go check on Marky? Make sure he knows I'm here and that it's going to be ok? Please?" I reached up and put my hand on Derek's hand that was still on my shoulder. He was staying by me more than I could have hoped. And I was so thankful, I needed him then more than he could imagine.

"Yeah I'll go see what I can do." He leaned down, planted a kiss on the top of my head and knocked on the door. An officer let him out and peered in at me. He nodded at me and then closed the door again.

I let out a huge sigh.

"Miss Booth, this statement is excellent. It is very thorough and I think this will help your case immensely." The lawyer spoke as he put the papers down in front of him on the table. "You just need to sign & date this at the bottom." He pushed it back to me and I complied quickly.

"Do you think they can help to keep Logan away from me?" I asked curiously. I didn't know this man or know how much he knew of the situation other than what Derek might have told him and what my statement obviously explained.

"I'm not sure. Because he is your legal guardian, I don't believe you can get a restraining order against him unless you move out of your house and become independent of him."

"Move out of my home?" I gasped. I had never thought about that. Leave my parents' house? My house? I know it was pretty destroyed at this point from what Mark and his friend probably did the night before, but it was my home! I couldn't just leave! Where was I supposed to go?

"Mr. White has put in a petition to be assigned your new legal guardian, which would involve you moving into his home with himself and Mark. I am working on that to see how I can make that sound like a good idea to the judge."

"Oh wow." I hadn't even considered doing something that drastic.

The lawyer stood up and went over to the door. He knocked lightly and it opened immediately.

"Miss Booth is finished with her statement. Is Det. Vichey available?" He spoke brusquely to the officer. All business. I liked him.

"Yes sir, I'll get him for you right away." The officer replied and closed the door again.

"Can I ask you something off the record?" I asked suddenly.

The lawyer sat down across the table from me and nodded.

"Can Logan charge Mark with raping me or anything stupid like that?" My voice trembled. I knew something like that would destroy me, would destroy Mark and definitely get him jail time. I couldn't handle that at all.

"No, you are of age and a consenting adult. Unless Mr. Booth can prove you are not of sound mind while making that decision you will be fine." He smiled to reassure me.

"I am of perfectly sound mind." I agreed.

Detective Vichey returned to the room and read over my statement.

"Ok, Miss Booth, it looks good. Everything is there that will help us decide the right avenue to follow." He turned to leave but I jumped up and grabbed his arm.

"Detective?"

He turned to look at me, glancing down at my fierce grip on his sleeve.

I dropped my hand immediately, not realizing I'd just assaulted a police officer.

"Yes?"

"Can I please talk to Mark, or can someone please get a message to him for me? Please?" I begged. I tried to put on my best puppy dog face and in the process was able to conjure up some tears to go with it.

He sighed.

"To be honest, at this time, communication between the two of you is not permitted. We are still working on getting Mark's statement and I can't have anything you say to him sway his words."

"Can you just tell him I'm here and I'm ok? Please? Can you just tell him I love him?" I placed my hand on his arm gently. Hoping with all my heart that he'd agree to something.

"I'll see what I can do." He gave me a nod and left.

I went over and sunk into the chair again.

Where was Derek? I wondered. And how long was I going to be stuck here?

About half an hour later there was a knock on the door. After a moment, two men came in, followed by Det. Vichey. Derek's lawyer was still with me, Derek had not returned, nor had I received any news of Mark yet.

I was about ready to lose my cool. I needed to know Mark was ok. I knew he was flipping out, thinking I was still alone with no money at the motel, starving by this point. Which I was. My stomach let out a loud growl.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"Miss Booth, these are your family's lawyers. They are here to inform you that control of your guardianship has been transferred to your Aunt Leila." Detective Vichey announced.

"WHAT?! NO WAY!!!" I freaked right out. Aunt Leila lived seven hours away. If I was sent away to live with her, I'd never see Mark again.

"I'm sorry, but you need to gather your things now, you'll be boarding a flight to Buffalo, New York in about an hour." One of the other lawyers stated matter-of-factly.

"No, I refuse. I am NOT going!" I yelled. There was no way. I couldn't leave Boston. I could not leave Mark.

"We can restrain you if need be, Jaimie, but you'd be better off co-operating and coming with us right now." The other lawyer spoke up.

"Um, do I not have any rights? I'm 19 for crying out loud. I can live on my own, I want out of this crap!" I backed away from the lawyers who were coming towards me to take me away.

When the first one reached out towards me I lost it. I started swinging my arms wildly, screaming and kicking. There was no way they were going to make me leave with them. Not if I could help it.

"Would you please do something about this?" The one lawyer snapped at the Detective.

"Excuse me but does my client not get a chance to fight her case in front of a judge before you whisk her out of the city?" Derek's lawyer stood up, coming to my defense.

"Not at this time, no." The man in front of me shook his head as I was about to kick him right in the knee. He managed to step aside away from my foot.

"Listen Jaimie, you cannot act this way. I'm sorry but there's nothing you can do to stop this, you need to calm down and come with us." Detective Vichey stepped up in front of me, reaching his hands out to me.

"NO, seriously, don't touch me!" I cried and at this point, didn't care who I kicked or punched. I just kept swinging for all I was worth.

A few seconds later four officers came into the room, with handcuffs out and ready.

I knew it was over if I didn't do something quick.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as I lunged forwards at the Detective. I fought with all the strength I had, kicking, scratching, and biting his arm. Assaulting a police officer should get me thrown in a jail cell and then give Derek some time to find a way out of this mess.

The four officers came at me so fast, I wasn't sure what happened. I felt all my limbs being grabbed, my arms wrenched behind my back and my legs held together. The pain that wrenched through my body when the cuffs went on my wrists made me shriek. It was too tight, I couldn't breathe, and there were too many hands on my body.

Suddenly everything when black.



Brotherly Love Ch. 09



I awoke in a jail cell. My head was pounding and I was still handcuffed. I was laying on my side on a mattress that had a faint odour of urine.

Sitting up slowly, I looked around to see if anyone else was in the cell with me or if anyone was outside my cell waiting for me.

Nobody. I was completely alone from what I could tell.

Suddenly I remembered the note from Mark in my pocket. I tried to reach around with the cuffs still on and managed to snag two fingers into my front pocket. I strained and arched my back in order to wiggle my fingers in deep enough to retrieve the note.

I couldn't feel anything. I tried desperately to reach further, almost falling over in the process, but I had to find that note! Would the police have checked my pockets and taken it? Did I lose it when I was fighting with the officers?

After a very painful attempt at checking my pocket to the bottom, I decided the note wasn't there anymore.

I wanted to cry. At least the note would have given me some connection to Mark, I would have at least known if he went to the police on his own or if he'd been out getting us something and been caught. But now I was still no better off than before.

My stomach growled again, fiercely this time.

"Hello? Anybody there? I'm starving!" I called out hesitantly, hoping somebody would be there. I couldn't sit here alone forever, I was going to go crazy.

No reply came so I tried a bit louder.

"Excuse me? Officer? Anyone? A little help please?!"

After a moment I heard footsteps coming down what sounded like a long corridor. They were taking their sweet time getting to me and was in the right mood to be frustrated very easily.

I tried to wait patiently and after another minute or so, the footsteps finally sounded like they were just a few feet away from me.

"Miss Booth? Are you awake?" One of the officers who had come in to handcuff me appeared at the door to my cell.

"Yeah, I'm awake. Can you tell me what's going on? Why am I in here? Where's Logan? Where's Mark? Can I talk to Derek?" I figured he probably wasn't here to chat much so I should just get it all out at once.

"He-he," He chuckled. "Well you are here because you assaulted a police officer. Det. Vichey has quite the set of teeth marks on his arm from you." He raised an eyebrow at me as a sly smile crept across my face.

Thank God, my plan had worked – so far.

"Oh." I replied, feigning shock.

"As for the whereabouts of the others - that I cannot tell you. You may speak to your lawyer now if you'd like. I can have him contacted immediately."

"My lawyer? As in my family's lawyer? Or Derek's lawyer? I'd like to see Derek's lawyer if that's what you mean. I do not want to speak to Logan's lawyers at all. They do not represent me or my wishes."

"Ok, I'll go put in a call to him right now." He turned to leave.

"Um, officer?"

He turned back to face me and waited for me to finish.

"Can I get some food? I haven't eaten all day, I'm starving. Please?"

"I'll see what I can do." He nodded and headed off down the hall.

It felt like an hour before anyone returned to see me.

Derek's lawyer showed up with a brown bag that smelled like a hamburger and fries, and some paperwork.

"Hi Jaimie, are you okay?" He greeted me with a warm smile and handed the bag through the bars to me.

I stood up and turned to show him my handcuffs.

"That might be a bit hard to eat. I'm still cuffed." I sighed.

"Oh, well, um..."

"Mr. Henry?" Another voice called from down the hall. It was the voice I'd been longing to hear all day. My heart started to beat faster.

I stood against the bars and pressed my face as close as possible to see who was coming.

"Ah, Mr. White. Glad you're here, you might be able to help us out." Mr. Henry, the lawyer, replied.

"MARKY!" I cried out as I finally caught sight of him just a few cells away from me.

He ran over and grabbed hold of me through the cell. His arms wrapped around me tightly and he planted kisses all over my face.

"OH God Jaimes, are you okay?" He whispered into my skin.

"Yeah baby, I'm ok. Are you? Did they hurt you?" Tears were streaming down my cheeks as the anxiousness finally caught up with me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was so fucking worried about you. Are you sure you're ok? Did they hurt you?" He pulled back enough to look at me. Our eyes met and the tears that were flooding my eyes made my vision blurry. I was so thankful to finally see him again, but at the same time, still scared as to what was about to happen to us. To me.

"I'm ok, I'm handcuffed still, but I kinda put up a fight with the police when they tried to take me away and send me to my Aunt Leila's. I was told Logan doesn't have control over me anymore, now Leila does." I sighed.

"That Aunt of yours lives way the hell up in New York! That's quite the drive..." He winked at me, trying to make light of the situation. He had no idea what that aunt of mine was capable of. If she felt I was in danger, she'd hide me and I'd never see Mark again.

"Marky, don't tease. She's a freak. She'll be worse for me than Logan was. She might not punch me like he did but she'll never let me see you again. I cannot go to her. You have to help me!"

Mark turned to face Mr. Henry.

"What can we do about this? How can I keep Jaimie here with me?" He kept his hands on me through the bars. I rested my head against the cell and tried to breathe in Mark's scent. If I was stuck here for awhile, I was sure he wouldn't be allowed to stay and I needed to feel as close to him as I could.

"Well Derek mentioned something to me but I don't know how quick I can get it put into action." Mr. Henry replied thoughtfully.

"What is it? What do you need to get it done? I will do anything for this girl, sir, anything that needs to be done, let's do it. I will not lose her." Mark vowed.

Mr. Henry looked from Mark to me and back again. I could see he was very torn about letting us in on the idea in case it didn't work. He didn't want to get our hopes up and then demolish them right away.

"Mr. Henry, I love Mark with everything I have. I know he loves me back just as much. Please, we will do whatever it takes to stay together. Can you help us?" I pleaded.

"Let me see what I can do. Mark, are you planning on staying here?" Mr. Henry glanced down the hall as he asked the question.

"Yes sir, I don't plan on going anywhere till I know Jaimie is safe in my arms." Mark replied with such determination in his voice I knew it would kill him if Leila got me.

"Ok," Mr. Henry nodded. "Excuse me, officer?"

"Yes sir?" An officer came into my view from just down the hall.

"Would you please stay with Mr. White here, he isn't to be unsupervised with Miss Booth at the time being."

"What?!" I cried in disbelief. That sounded so crazy.

"Yes, of course." The officer nodded and went to retrieve his chair from down the hall, placing it one cell away from mine and seating himself in it.

Derek's lawyer then headed down the hall and out of my sight.

I let out a huge sigh.

"Hey you." Mark turned to face me again, and stared deep into my eyes.

I smiled back at him.

"Hey yourself." Then my stomach let it be known that the now cold hamburger and fries were overdue. "Um, can you feed me do you think?" I asked hopefully.

Mark smirked.

"Yeah I wish I could feed you." The twinkle in his eye made my stomach jump at the thought of being close to him again. I longed for his touch, his body pressed up against mine. It felt like forever ago that we were snuggled up in bed together and I was beginning to believe I wouldn't be again for a very long time.

"Hey, excuse me? Can she be undone? We've got food here for her but she's cuffed still." Mark turned to the officer.

"Hmm, if she's still cuffed while in there, there's a very good reason for it. I don't have the authority to release her." He shook his head. "Sorry about that."

"Guess you will have to feed me after all huh?" I giggled.

Mark smiled devilishly.

"You be nice!" I warned.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Now where would the fun be in that?" He laughed as he reached into the bag and pulled out a few French fries, offering them towards my mouth. I accepted the fries and chewed them hungrily. Next was the burger. Mark held it through the bars and let me take bites out of it, every few bites, he'd push the burger closer to my mouth & make me get messy.

Once I was done, and full, I asked Mark if he could grab me a drink. He looked up & down the hall before answering me.

"I don't want to leave you alone. I wonder when D's lawyer will be back." He looked concerned – his brow creased as he tried to figure out a plan.

"Even just water from a water cooler, there must be one of those here somewhere?" I raised my eyebrows and leaned against the bars.

"Yeah but I'm so afraid if I leave you that your brother will end up here with his lawyer and something stupid will happen. If I lose you Jaimes, I swear..." He couldn't finish his sentence. I looked up into his eyes and saw tears welling up in his eyes.

"Ok, you have to not do that. You're supposed to be staying strong for me. Let me be the sappy one ok? Please? I can't take breaking your heart, so just don't think stupid shit." I warned him, leaning closer and puckering up my lips for him.

He got the idea and came in for a kiss.

Just as our lips touched, the officer stood up and cleared his throat.

"Sorry guys, no physical contact." He warned.

Mark swore under his breath and pulled away.

"Are you fucking serious?" Mark snarled as he turned to face the officer.

"Yeah, you can't be touching her. There's a reason she's handcuffed and I just can't have any funny business going on ok?" He tried to look tough, but Mark stood a good foot taller than him and was about two feet wider across the shoulders and chest. Mark could have blown the guy down with a sneeze, but Mark understood the law was against us and there wasn't much we could do about it.

"Ok, whatever, sorry." Mark apologized. He gave me a look and then looked me over from head to toe.

"What are you thinking?" I wondered in a whisper.

"How I can fuck you with the bars in the way." He grinned.

"Fuck me here? You're awful!" But the thought of it made my knees weak and my panties moisten. "Let's sit down, my legs are killing me." I slid down against the bars and sat cross legged on the floor.

Mark agreed and followed my lead, sitting down beside me, with his legs out, leaning against the bars with his shoulder.

The police officer stood up and came a bit closer to us.

"Look guys, I know you are going through some stuff, but seriously, I need you to keep your hands to yourselves."

"We are, I'm doing my best to behave, you cannot even imagine ok?" I looked the officer straight in the eyes and gave him my best stern look that I could muster at this point.

He rolled his eyes at me.

"I will remove Mr. White here from this area if I have to. Then you'll be alone again. Visiting hours are almost up so get your chat on." He turned & went back to his seat.

"Oh my God am I going to have to spend the night here alone?" I started to panic. That did not sound even remotely sane to me.

"I fucking hope not. If we're lucky, Derek has an idea and Mr. Henry is working on it. I can't even think of what we can do, I just know that I will freak if I can't have you in my bed with me tonight." He rested his head against the bars and I did the same so that our foreheads were touching.

We sat there silently, continuing to touch by forehead only, just enjoying the feeling of each other for who knew how long.

"MARK! MARK are you there?!" Derek's voice bellowed down the hallway.

Mark jumped to his feet.

"Yeah bro, I'm here, what's going on?" He ran down the hall towards his brother and hopefully our solution.

They stayed away from me, talking quietly for a few minutes. I had stood up too, excited that I might be getting out of there sometime soon.

"Fuck yeah! Of course I will!" Mark exclaimed loudly. "Go fucking get him then! Hurry up!" Mark ran back over to me, a stupidly boyish but giddy smile plastered across his face.

"What?!" I searched his face for an answer but he wasn't going to give me one.

"Can't tell ya, but I swear if you say 'No' I'll kill ya myself ok?" He replied and swooped in to kiss me again really quick.

The officer stood up and came over to us again.

"Ok, you need to come over here away from her now." The officer tapped Mark on the arm.

"Fuck off." Mark snarled. "It was just a kiss for my woman."

"Sir, now." He emphasized the last word.

"It's ok, Marky, if Derek's got it figured out, just go over there and at least we're still together, just can't smell you that's all." I tried to smile, I needed to encourage him to behave or he'd be in trouble too and we didn't need that.

Mark gave in and went across the hall – a whole six feet away and leaned against the wall beside where the police officer had seated himself again.



Brotherly Love Ch. 10



"Marco!" I hissed across the hallway at Mark as he stood there looking absolutely horrified that he'd been told to stay away from me.

He gave me this look that made me just dissolve into giggles. At this point, we needed some comic relief as I was about ready to lose my cool completely.

"Polo," Mark finally replied after watching me sit there and laugh for a minute. He finally cracked a smile too. It was good to have him back. He needed to be knocked down a notch and I figured since I couldn't do it physically...

"Hey dork, whatcha thinking?" I asked curiously.

"Why on earth I'm stuck loving a dork like you." Mark grinned at me.

"You're so mean!" I pouted, sticking my lip out as far as possible.

"You can't even do that right, it's like this." Mark demonstrated the ultimate pouty lips. If it were possible for me to love him any more at that point, I think I did.

"You're too cute," I giggled.

"Thanks, I try my best. It works to get the ladies at least."

"Ladies? There better not be any 'ladies' you jerk!" I pretended to be angry but failed and started to laugh again.

A few more minutes of Mark and I throwing one liners at each other passed with both of us in more light-hearted moods.

"Officer, I'm really sorry for kissing her, please can I just go sit beside her again? I promise to behave." Mark looked down at the officer with as innocent a face as he could manage.

"No funny stuff or you'll have to leave the area completely." He warned.

"You got it." Mark agreed and hurried over to sit next to me again.

"I'm going to kiss him quick ok?" I announced and reached my lips out towards Mark immediately. He leaned in with a big pucker and then just as quick as his lips brushed mine, he pulled away.

"Okay, done!" I informed the officer loudly.

"That's enough, I'm going to get flack for even letting you sit there with her I'm sure. Keep her in check ok?" The officer looked directly at Mark.

"You got it." Mark nodded and then turned to look at me.

'What?' I mouthed to him and he smiled slyly.

"Turn sideways and match your legs to mine if you can." Mark instructed quietly. I did as I was told, sat with my legs along the bars, with my body beside Mark's.

He put both his hands behind him, leaning back to rest on his arms casually, just resting his shoulder on the cell bars.

I had an idea of what he was about and was getting excited thinking that he'd actually try something as naughty as that with the officer right there, ready to toss Mark out on his ear at his first chance.

"Now what?" I whispered softly.

"This," Mark then reached his arm that was closest to me through the bars – hidden from view of the officer since both our bodies were together – and reached his hands into the back of my pants.

He wiggled his fingers inside the waist of my jeans and then under the edge of my panties, finding the crack of my ass.

Shivers ran up my spine and I bit my lip as I felt a moan about to escape.

He worked his hand down farther and I leaned forwards slightly, giving him better access. His probing fingers found the sweet spot they were looking for and he tickled my bum teasingly.

"Oh God, you're bad!" I breathed.

"Like that? Different huh?" His voice was almost inaudible. His breath was getting heavy as well, and I looked over at his lap. The front of his jeans were rising and I started to giggle.

"Better be careful you don't poke that officer's eye out with that thing!" I teased quietly.

Mark gave me a glare and I giggled more.

My giggles stop when his finger entered me where I had never been touched before. I gasped, unable to contain myself.

"Oh wow," I murmured and relaxed as Mark explored me on a level I had never imagined could be possible.

"Ssh," Mark shushed me under his breath but I couldn't contain myself any longer.

A moan slipped out between my lips as I threw my head back in ecstasy. 

The officer jumped to his feet, clearing his throat loudly.

It was then that I heard thundering footsteps coming down the hallway. Mark heard them too and sat up, removing his hand from my pants as delicately as possible. My spine almost gave out on me and I leaned against the bars for support.

"Mark!" Derek's voice rang out.

Mark scrambled to his feet and ran over to meet his brother.

Three men passed Mark and stopped in front of my cell. Two of them were wearing suits, another had a white collar.

"Father?" I asked in surprise. "Am I in trouble?" I tried to stand but had put myself in an awkward position and couldn't get up. "Sorry, I can't get up." I apologized.

"It's okay my child. I do need to ask you some questions. Your answers will determine your fate and I want you to be as honest as you can." He knelt down in front of me and the look in his eyes was so serious that I began to panic.

"Okay." My voice was shaky and I wondered about my "fate" at this point forward being anything close to good.

"Has Mark ever forced you against your will in any way?" He asked solemnly, holding out a Bible in front of him.

"I want to place my hand on that and tell you No, but my hands are behind my back still." I looked pleadingly at the Priest and then at the other two men.

"Officer, unlock her right now." One of the suits demanded.

The officer jumped to his feet, unlocked my cell and came over to me, slipping the key into the handcuffs and releasing me. I rubbed my wrists as the officer quickly retreated and locked the cell door again before I could stand up.

I reached out to the Bible and placed my hand upon it.

"I swear Mark has never forced me to do anything." I stated with such passion that I could not have been lying.

"Do you feel you would be safe if left in Mark's care?"

"Yes, of course! He loves me."

"Do you love him with all your heart?"

"Yes, most definitely yes!"

"Would you be opposed to becoming his wife?"

"What?" It slipped out, I was thinking it but didn't mean to say it. "I'm sorry, pardon?"

"Would you feel it was against your better judgement or will to marry Mark?" The priest reworded the question.

"No, not at all. I'd be stupid not to marry him and keep him all to myself!"

"Your release depends on this last question. You must answer honestly and please, think about this first." He paused, waiting for me to understand. I nodded, so he continued. "Mark is willing to pledge his love to you right here, tonight. Would you be willing to do the same? Will you take Mark as your husband?"

I stood up, shocked that it could even be possible. I looked over at Mark and Derek talking. I watched them for a moment and then without Derek telling him to, Mark turned quickly to make eye contact with me. I winked at him and he returned the wink, mouthing "I love you" to me. I smiled, I had my answer.

"Yes, Father, I will take Mark as my husband." I nodded as a hot flush surged through my body.

"Okay, then that is all I needed to hear. Judge Likens, would you do the honour of preparing the marriage document so we can get this underway as soon as possible? The safety of this child depends upon our hastening to our tasks." The priest had stood and turned to face the other men. They nodded in agreement and went down the hallway a bit to a table and chairs. They placed a folder on the table and began to write furiously.

"Mark, would you join us please?" The priest beckoned to him.

Mark slapped Derek on the back and in a few quick strides was beside me again.

"Yes, Father? What can I do for you?"

"It's not what you can do for me, but what you can promise to this girl." The priest then listed off the marriage vows, waiting for Mark to agree to each one. He then did the same for me.

"Do you, Mark, take Jaimie to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Oh hell yes." Mark blurted out.

The priest coughed, taken aback by the reply, and after composing himself, turned to me.

"Do you, Jaimie, take Mark to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Oh yes, I do, I do!" Tears spilled from my eyes, and I wiped at them quickly. I hadn't even felt them starting I was that far into this absolutely insane reality that I was marrying Mark.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." The priest stepped back as Mark moved to me, throwing his arms through the bars and pulling me to him with such force that I almost slammed into the bars.

His mouth found mine, hot and ready, his tongue sought out mine and I returned the eagerness. My knees buckled and I started to fall but Mark held me tight, still kissing me.

"Hey, bro, let your wife breathe huh?" Derek came over and gave Mark a friendly elbow to his ribs. Mark pulled back from my mouth, planting another kiss on my lips and then my nose as he stared into my eyes.

"My wife," he repeated the words as if he didn't understand them.

"Derek –" I started to thank him for coming up with this solution to my issues with my family.

"Ssh, just enjoy it." He gave me a wink and then turned as the judges returned to us with paperwork for us to sign.

Derek signed as the witness and then the Priest put his signature on them too.

It was official; I was now Mrs. Mark White.

"Excuse me officer!" I called out suddenly. Mark and Derek turned to look at me curiously.

The officer came back over to me and nodded.

"I demand my conjugal visit with my husband!" I purred coyly. Mark burst into laughter as did Derek. The priest coughed again and the judges tried to hide snickers.

"Uh, well, I, uh..." The officer didn't have an answer ready and turned to get out of the line of fire.

"Jaimie, you can't do that shit!" Mark hissed through gasps for breath as his laughing had consumed him.

"But I want it, I want to consummate my marriage on the same day, and if I'm right, we're pushing close to 10pm." I replied matter-of-factly. "How long before I can get out of here?"

"I'll go find out." Derek offered and he followed the priest as he headed down the hallway, his duties complete.

"Here you go; here is your marriage certificate." One of the judges handed a fancy parchment type paper rolled and tied with a red ribbon to Mark.

Mark's fingers trembled as he took it and he looked at me with uncertainty for the first time I'd known him.

"Listen husband, get a grip on yourself and grab that paper. If you drop it, I'll kick your ass." I threatened with a grin.

Mark came out of his stupor and handed the roll to me. I held it in both my hands, holding onto his hand as his fingers were still wrapped around it. 

The heat that came off his hand was scorching. The touch – electric. A shiver ran down my spine and I was instantly covered in goose bumps.

"Wow," I sighed and Mark let out a deep breath he'd been holding too.

"Yeah, wow." He agreed quietly.

"Ah, Mr. White, just the person we were looking for!" A voice called down the corridor. 

Mark turned to see who it was and a scowl flashed across his face immediately.

"Who is it?" I hissed. Mark shook his head at me, let go of my hand and walked over to meet up with whoever it was looking for him.

I moved to the other end of my cell to see if I could get a better angle on viewing down the hall but it wasn't any better. They stayed just out of my sight.

But I could hear them faintly. I strained to listen but then one of the judges that was still standing near me began to talk to me.

"Well congratulations on your marriage. I hope everything works out and you are released soon. I know a bit about your case and I believe you should be free to go without any hassles as soon as the rest of the paperwork is completed by Det. Vichey."

"Thank you," I replied quietly, still trying desperately to hear the voices down the hall.

Suddenly Mark's voice got louder and I heard him deny something with such conviction that I began to worry it was all going bad again.

"Who is he speaking to, can you see?" I suddenly asked the judge, reaching out to touch his arm.

"I'm not sure," He leaned back to look down the hall. "Three other men, one is a police Detective, not Vichey though. Don't recognize any of them, sorry." He looked back at me and gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks anyway." I smiled back as best I could.

I wondered if it was Logan's lawyers, if they were giving Mark a hard time about taking me away still. My heart started pounding as all the awful thoughts started to swarm through my head. Never seeing Mark again, Mark going to jail, Mark here without me, me there without him...

Tears started to course down my cheeks and I sank to the floor as all-out sobs racked my body. I cried hard, getting it all out, cried for Mark, cried for the loss of my parents, cried for Derek having to deal with Mark if I was taken away, cried for my jailbird last minute rushed wedding, just cried.

I don't know how long it was before Mark was at my side, inside the cell, pulling me up into his arms and holding me tight, kissing my hair, kissing my forehead and cheeks. Rubbing his hands up & down my back, telling me everything was ok now. Telling me that it was over, telling me he loved me.

"Jaimes, come on baby, let's go home okay?" His voice was soft in my ear, his lips brushing my lobe.

"Huh?" I managed as I tried to stop crying and take a deep breath.

"It's over baby, we can go home now. You're all mine and nobody can do anything about it anymore." He sounded so relieved and so happy.

He was carrying me out of the cell and down the hall, I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms up around his neck, glad to be with him again, but so exhausted from the day that I don't even remember leaving the police station.



Brotherly Love Ch. 2



Author's note:- This story is a sequel to my earlier story - Brotherly Love. I had not intended to write a sequel, thinking that I had written a complete story. However, because of feedback I have received from readers, I have agreed to write a sequel. If you haven't already read Brotherly Love, it would be a good idea to read it before proceeding with the following story.

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When baby Gordon was six months old, Phil asked Jennifer if she had thought about having the baby baptized. 

"Yes," replied his wife, "I've been thinking about it for a while. I think it would be nice to have your brother Gordon as a godfather. Maybe you should call him and see when he would be able to come." Phil and Jennifer lived in Portland, Maine while Phil's brother lived in California. He wasn't able to make the trip very often.

That night Phil called Gordon who said he would be honoured to be the baby's godfather, especially since they had named the baby after him. He said he was due some vacation and would like to come East for the baptism and stay for a couple of weeks. 

"So now, Jennifer," said Phil as he hung up the phone, "it's up to you. Go and talk to the minister and arrange a time and we'll call Gordon back."

Jennifer was delighted. She felt an involuntary stirring down between her legs in anticipation of a visit from her handsome brother. She tried to quell that feeling as she went to talk to the minister. A date was arranged and that night Phil called Gordon again and the plans were completed.

Phil taught History at a State College in Portland. As Gordon's flight was due in Portland at 1:30 p.m. on a Tuesday Jennifer agreed to meet the plane. She was standing at the gate with baby Gordon in her arms as her brother came up the ramp. A wide smile lit up his face as he saw her. "Darling, how wonderful to see you again!" he said as he hugged them both and kissed her deeply and passionately. Any bystanders would have assumed these were long separated husband and wife.

"And how's my son?" He asked as he looked intently at the baby.

"Shush, Gordon!" she said as a deep blush flooded across her face. "He's your godson!"

"Yes, yes," he replied. "You and I both know what I mean! Where's Phil?"

"He's teaching a class this afternoon. He won't be home until 5:30."

He looked at his watch. "So we've got time for a quick fuck before he gets home. That's great. Let's get my bag and we'll head for home."

On the drive from the airport Gordon asked about his brother. "Was he surprised about the baby?" he asked. "Does he know I'm the father?"

"I think he guesses. It was his idea that we call the baby Gordon, but I don't think he's sure it's not his."

"I thought you told me he was impotent. He must know if he's impotent or not, and if he is then he couldn't give you a baby."

"I think I used the wrong word. Impotent's when you can't get it up, isn't it? He can get it up alright and we do have sex regularly, even if it's not very exciting. The word I should have used is infertile. We've been married five years and we aren't using the pill or any other kind of birth control, but I haven't been able to get pregnant. I was sure it was because he was infertile and I wanted him to have tests, but he wouldn't. Then, as soon as I had sex with you I got pregnant. That convinced me that he is infertile. I think he guesses what happened last time you were here. But he doesn't want to believe it. He wants to believe that he has finally produced a son. And that's fine with me. That's what I want him to believe."

"I guess that's fine with me too!" said Gordon as they pulled into his brother's driveway. "Don't let him go for any tests now!!"

They took Gordon's luggage into the spare room and Jennifer changed the baby's diaper and put him down in his crib for a nap.

"Now," said Gordon, as he took Jennifer into his arms, "Let's make love!" He lifted her off her feet and carried her into the master bedroom and laid her on his brother's bed. He began to strip off his clothes as she did likewise.

"Oh my God, you're so beautiful, Jennifer!" he sighed as he joined her on the bed. "Your breasts are as divine as I remember them. I'm so jealous when I think that that baby has been sucking on them for months while I've been away! I've got so much catching up to do!"

He kissed her gently first on the nipple of one breast and then on the other as she took hold of his swollen penis and began to stroke it firmly. He caressed and kissed her breasts with increasing passion as his hand found itself reaching for the wetness between her legs. She moaned with pleasure and opened her legs so that he was more easily able to reach his fingers inside. He found her clit and began the process of stimulation, accompanied by ever increasing moans of delight. By this time his penis was fully aroused and she was playing the tips of her fingers around its head with one hand while gently squeezing his balls with the other.

"Darling," she whispered, "Phil will be home soon. He might even come earlier than usual to see you. So put it in me now, please! I can't wait any longer. He rolled over and she guided his cock into her opening. As he eased deep inside her she locked her ankles behind his back and with her hips coming up to meet him she encouraged his steady thrusts which seemed to reach right into her soul.

"Ooohh Christ! That's so good!" She was panting. "I've waited so long for you to come back. Oooooh my God! That's beautiful! With your brother sex is a mechanical thing. With you - it's - a - thing - of - beauty!" She could hardly get the words out. They came as spoken breaths in time with the thrusts of his penis. They were sweating now as they developed a rhythm in which two bodies moved together as one. 

"Christ Almighty! I'm coming! Ooooooh Christ!!" They reached the crescendo of orgasmic pleasure in unison and then lay still on the bed panting from their exertion. In a few minutes she whispered, "Thank you, Gordon my darling. That was a touch of heaven. Now I must go and shower before Phil get's home."

"Why don't we shower together?" he suggested.

"Not this time, darling." She kissed him. We'd just get all aroused again and there isn't time." She rolled off the bed and into the en-suite shower. He gathered up his clothes and went off to his bedroom. He headed for the other shower in the bathroom and was luxuriating in the flow of hot water over his body when he heard her call, "I'm going down to start preparing supper."

It seemed like only two minutes later that he heard the front door bang and heavy footsteps on the stairs. As he emerged from the bathroom with a big white towel around his waist, he met his brother coming out of the big bedroom. He prayed that Jennifer had thought to straighten the bed.

"Hello, Phil!" he said. "It's good to see you again. Boy, I get worn out by these cross country flights. I really needed that shower to make me feel human again." They shook hands and Gordon went into his room to get dressed.

After dinner they moved into the living room to catch up on all their news. Phil hat in his big reclining chair and Jennifer sat beside Gordon on the couch opposite him. After a while he put his arm around her neck with his fingers just touching her breast.

"I still can't figure out," he said to Phil, "how you managed to get yourself such a beautiful wife, and here am I after all these years, still a bachelor"

Phil laughed. "Oh you've had lots of beautiful women in your day, Gordon."

"Yes I have," Gordon agreed, "but I've never been able to keep them. You know," he went on, "lots of women lose their figure when they have babies. But I think Jennifer's even more beautiful than when I last saw her. These breasts," he began fondling her breasts now with both hands. "These breasts are the most beautifully shaped pieces of womanhood I've ever seen or felt."

Jennifer looked up into his eyes and smiled at him. Phil, on the other hand, went red in the face and said nothing.

Gordon turned towards Jennifer, and as if her husband was not there began to undo the buttons of her blouse. As he did so he realized that she was not wearing a bra. He pulled the bottom of her blouse out from the belt of her skirt, slipped it off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. While caressing one bare breast in his hand he began gently kissing the other.

It took Phil a couple of minutes to get his voice back. It wasn't his normal voice. It seemed to have a crack in it. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you always go around sucking the breasts of married women?" 

Gordon stopped what he was doing and looked at Phil. "Of course I don't. Not strange women anyway. But this is all in the family. When we were kids, Phil, you know we always shared everything. Don't tell me you've changed so much that you aren't able to share such beauty with your little brother?" And with that he went back to work on Jennifer's bare breasts.

"My God, Gordon! You're out of your mind. That's my wife your mauling about! Jennifer, tell him to get his hands off you!"

Jennifer smiled sweetly at her husband. "Don't be so hard on him. Phil. I think he's lonely. He isn't doing any harm. He's being very gentle, and it feels really nice. Be nice to him, darling. He's your only brother, you know." With that, she reached out and undid Gordon's zipper. His penis, already creating a noticeable bulge in his pants, shot into sight pointing across the room at Phil. Jennifer took it in her hand and began stroking it firmly, but gently.

"My God! I don't believe what I'm seeing!" shouted Phil, as with a deep red flush to his face he stamped out of the room and went to his study, slamming the door behind him.

"Phil always had a temper!" laughed Gordon as Jennifer dropped to her knees in front of him and began to lick the head of his penis. He continued to caress her breasts as she sucked his cock into her mouth. She was soon sucking deeper, sliding her lips up and down the throbbing sexual monster. Taking more of it into her mouth with each suck. Up and down! In and out! Her tempo increased as Gordon lay back on the cushions and moaned. "I'm going to come in your mouth!" he said, to which her only answer was to suck faster and deeper until she felt his whole body stiffen. She was ready when a great jet of sperm exploded into her mouth and down her throat. Despite her readiness, she gagged at first, then recovered herself and swallowed much of the fluid as more of it began to dribble from her lips.

"Oh dear God, Jennifer, that was glorious!" he gasped as he continued to lie back on the cushion, his penis slipping out of her mouth.

She stood up. "I need to go and wash my mouth out, and then I have to go and talk to Phil. He's got to know that I still love him." She left and went to the small bathroom off the hall. In a few minutes Gordon saw her quietly open the door of Phil's study and go in.

"What a woman! What an incredible woman!" he marvelled to himself.

Phil was sitting hunched up over his desk with history text books spread around him. Jennifer put her hands on his shoulders, bent down and kissed the back of his neck. "I do love you. You know that, don't you?" she whispered.

"You've got a bloody strange way of showing it! What did you think you were doing out there? Are you in the habit of letting other men treat you like that?" he barked in an angry voice.

She turned the swivel desk chair around so that he was facing her. "Darling, You know that I don't let other men touch me like that. Gordon's your brother, not just any other man. Part of it was that he likes to tease you, and so do I. But you've been telling me for years that Gordon is besotted with beautiful women and can't keep his hands off them. So you shouldn't be surprised if he can't keep his hands off me, should you?"

"I may not be surprised at him, but I'm surprised at you. You could tell him to keep his hands off you. You are married, after all."

She laughed. "I suppose I could tel him to stop, if I wanted to. But, honey, I don't want to! I like what he's doing to me. He adds new excitement into my life. I'm really turned on by him. And because he's your brother, I feel it's all OK. I want him to keep doing it. Don't you understand?"

"No, I bloody well don't. Jennifer, he's your brother, not your husband. I'm your husband, and no one else should be messing with you. And what's more, I know Gordon. If you let him rub your breasts, it won't be long before he's got you in bed fucking you!"

"Oh good! I can't wait! But listen, Phil. Wouldn't you rather he did these things in front of you rather than behind your back?"

"Oh for God's sake, Jennifer, you're impossible!"

"All I ask, Phil, is that you remember that no matter what I do with your brother, it is you that I love and will always love." With that she pulled the swivel chair towards her, sat on his lap, and before he could say a word she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a long lingering kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. 

Then she went to the door. "I'm going back to your brother. Come and join us when you've calmed down."

Gordon was still sitting on the couch, and it wasn't until she saw her blouse on the floor at his feet that she realised he breasts were still bare. She sat beside him and kissed him and they quickly picked up where they had left off.

Fifteen minutes later Phil came out of his study to find them lying full length on the couch. Gordon was still sucking her breasts but he had now pulled her short skirt up around her waist. Her panties had joined her blouse on the floor and his fingers were working away inside her pussy. They were oblivious to Phil, who took one look and said, "I'm going out!" He slammed the front door so hard that it seemed the whole house shook.

"I think," said Gordon, "that we should move to the bedroom. This couch is too cramped." On the way to the bedroom they discarded the rest of their clothes. Once on the bed there was no need for any more fore play. Gordon mounted her and they fucked together in ecstatic union until they came together in a glorious orgasmic explosion of passion, sending such a shuddering thrill through Jennifer's body that was beyond anything she had ever experienced, even during Gordon's previous visit. "I think that encounter with Phil did something to me that helped to make this experience so incredible." she thought to herself. "Maybe it's not nice, but I got a real kick out of teasing my husband that way, and somehow it just heightened the thrill of his brother's sexual prowess."

So the days passed. On Sunday everyone was in a properly serious mood as they went to church for baby Gordon's baptism. Friends were invited to the house afterwards for a party, and some of them lingered on into the evening.

When the last guests left, Phil yawned and said that it had been an exhausting day and he had a busy day tomorrow so he hoped they wouldn't mind if he went to bed early.

"That's fine, darling," said Jennifer. She hugged him close to her and gave him one of her long passionate kisses. Then, keeping her arms locked behind his waist, she looked into his eyes and said softly, "Darling, Gordon and I have been good all day today. We haven't even held hands or kissed once. I think to make up for that I'm going to sleep with him tonight." There was a twinkle in her eye as she went on, "That way you'll get the good night's sleep you need! And to help you sleep, remember that this is his last night with us. He's going home tomorrow." 

His body stiffened and his smile faded. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, darling, very serious!"

Without another word to either of them, he turned and went to bed.

Jennifer and Gordon had a wild night of passion in the guest room. Jennifer lost count of how many orgasms she had, but it seemed that no matter how many times they reached the heights of human pleasure, Gordon was able to get it up again and pump more of his life-giving juices into her trembling body. Sometime in the early morning hours they must have dropped off to sleep, and when Phil left for the college in the morning he glanced into the guest room and saw the two of them stark naked and fast asleep entwined in one another's arms.

"Thank God he's going home today!" he muttered as he started the car and backed out of the driveway.

In a short note to Gordon written nine months later, Jennifer wrote:

"Just gave birth to a beautiful sister for young Gordon. We'll call her Ashley. She has your eyes. Thank you for everything. The timing of the birth of my two darling children convinces me more than anything else that Phil is impotent, but you have given us a family life. Phil still maintains he is not impotent and happily accepts the congratulation of our friends on his achievement! All my love, Jennifer."