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University Challenge 01

By: JGUK2004



Please read parts 1 and 2 of this story together. They are the same longer story split in two halves to make it easier to read. For lovers of incest in particular, the 'main event' is in Part 2.

***

It was November 1983 and I was in my final year of school – the year we call the 'Upper Sixth'. England was a world without internet, mobile phones, personal computers, e-mails or text messages. Like most of Europe, it was a country with dirty, badly lit phone boxes that ate your money then disconnected you, letters that got lost for weeks, a poor motorway network and very few students with cars. Sex was much less casual though AIDS was almost unknown - condoms were made only by Durex and were a source of embarrassed giggling rather than a life-preserving necessity.

It was just past my eighteenth birthday so I could now legally drink in pubs and was learning to drive in my Mum's already elderly Mini. 

I thought I was so grown-up!

Of course I was mostly working flat out for my forthcoming exams the following May and June, with the exciting prospect intended for all of us in our Private School – getting into a good University.

There was a lot of sport too – there was always a lot of good, healthy sport in Private schools – but I enjoyed that too. Apart from being a break from the relentless pressure of academic work, it helped to keep me in shape physically and for an eighteen year old girl in 1983, being good looking was very important indeed.

Very tall for a girl, skinny and dark like my older brother Michael, I suppose I was considered quite good looking but had always felt self conscious about my height and tended to dress down and be a bit shy. On the few occasions when I wanted to look a little sexier and not being confident in my own dress sense, I would try and copy the way my brother's girlfriend-of-the-moment dressed, whether it suited me or not. This resulted in a number of fashion disasters, which if you remember the 'eighties' were widespread and didn't help my confidence with boys.

As a result, most boys didn't consider me good girlfriend material – still less a prospect for a one night stand - especially after I had spectacularly failed to deliver the goods on a couple of dates. Consequently I had acquired a bit of a reputation for being inaccessible – frigid as one cruel boy had put it – and my usual dress of jeans, trainers and a sweat shirt didn't do anything to dispel that impression. 

I wasn't a virgin though; on two occasions I had allowed a boy's penis to enter my body. Both times had been with the same boy; my brother's best friend and look-alike, David. 

David had taken my cherry after my brother's eighteenth birthday party at our house when, unaccustomed to drink and full of emotion, I had allowed him to take me into my own bedroom and deflower me on my own bed while my brother slept off his boozy evening on the sofa downstairs. It had been awkward, clumsy and had hurt a lot. Fortunately my mother had believed my story of an early period to explain the blood stain on the sheet.

The second occasion had been a week later in the same room when I learned that my deflowering had been David's first time too which explained the extreme clumsiness and awkwardness we had both suffered. The second occasion was much better, if rather short and although it still hurt, I did get some pleasure out of the experience. 

In our naiveté we didn't think to use condoms – they were much more difficult to get in those days before AIDS made us think more sensibly. On both occasions, unable to control himself, David came deep within me and I was lucky not to fall pregnant.

Now I am over 50 and with much more experience, I realise that I was quite tight and David unusually large as well as inexperienced, providing an unfortunate and painful introduction to sex for us both. Frankly, this put me off doing it with anyone at all for a while. 

Then David and my brother Michael went off to different Universities and I was left at home with Mum and Dad. David and I kept in touch intermittently by letter for a few months then I learned through Mike (who didn't know he and I had actually slept together) that David had found a new girlfriend at University. 

I cried a lot for a few days then got on with my life.

'Getting on with my life' mostly involved working flat out for my exams which of course added to my reputation for inaccessibility and frigidity. Although I did have occasional boyfriends, none of them got further than the heavy petting stage so I remained secretly 'busted' but celibate until the moment this story begins. 

***

It was Winter Term at school and the pressure was on! The English education system involves taking Advanced Level exams in three main subjects at the end of your final year, which is usually at the age of eighteen. Known as A Levels (please don't laugh), they are all-important in that the University you go to, or indeed whether you go to University at all, depends entirely on the grades achieved in those subjects.

The final year at school is therefore spent focussing hard on exam success and of course, on choosing the right course at the right University. There is still time for sport and a few other activities but academic pressures always come first.

Part of the University selection process in those days involved attending Open Days and having interviews at the Universities that were in the list of five you were allowed to select. Being a 'Straight A' student I was looking at those colleges that offered the best course in my chosen field. Inevitably, some Universities were strong in more than one discipline and among the list of my top five choices were Oxford and the University where my older brother had been studying for a whole year already. 

Mike had done well at school and was at that time in his second year of Medical School in a prestigious University in the south west of the country. Tall, dark and athletic, Mike had played rugby throughout his schooldays and had continued it at University. He had always been a favourite with my school friends, most of whom had at some time had major crushes on him – to be honest I had always something of a crush on him myself - and at least two of my friends had tried unsuccessfully to tempt him into bed. Their failure had partly been due to a lack of self confidence on Mike's part but mostly due to a reason I didn't realise at the time. 

So I had applied to Mike's University as one of my five choices and had been called to interview. The first important step had been passed! My appointment was to be on a Saturday morning following the department's Open Day on the Friday, a day in which all important parts of the University would be offering presentations and demonstrations so potential students could have a really good idea of what going there would be like. 

I had attended just such an event at a University about twenty miles away the previous month so knew what to expect and was excited about the whole, grown-up experience. I was, as you would expect, very nervous but Dad had given me lots of interview practice and I was as prepared as I could be.

The plan was to go down by train on Thursday evening, stay overnight at Mike's, spend Friday at the Open Day, another night with Mike then for Dad to pick me up straight after my interview on Saturday morning so I would be in time to play hockey for the school that afternoon.

All went well with my journey, despite the best efforts of British Rail and Mike met me at the station looking even taller and more handsome than I remembered, confident in his new stomping ground wearing the obligatory jeans, trainers and a brightly striped rugby shirt from our team back home.

After we had hugged our hellos, he nobly took my suitcase and we caught a bus through the big city towards his house. 

I was enchanted. We lived in a market town in the midlands so the city and the prospect of living there for three years was quite an adventure. And as cities went, this one was special too, filled with imposing buildings from bygone periods but still bright, busy and trendy with a waterfront, hills and plenty of green areas. I could tell why Mike loved being there so much.

My brother shared a house with four other boys in a pleasant but run down area not far from the University. The house was big with high ceilings and rather tatty but to the eighteen year old me it seemed like a palace and the freedom it represented was a dream come true.

I had met some of Mike's housemates before at rugby matches and had got on well with them, although they had tended to treat me like a little girl – something I was determined would not happen this time. One or two had made an attempt at chatting me up but it appeared Mike had declared me 'off limits' and all attempts had been half hearted, though I had been flattered by the attention of good looking older boys. It certainly helped that they were almost all well over six feet tall, which made me feel a lot less self conscious about my own skinny height.

After I had dumped my bag in Mike's room and seen the mattress on the floor where I was to sleep for the next two nights, we ate the classic student staple diet – spaghetti Bolognese - in their kitchen before the boys and two of their girlfriends took me on a night time tour of the city, stopping off at a few favourite pubs as we walked down by the waterfront and along the old streets. As a gesture to the 'big night out' I had put on a little more make-up than usual and was wearing a slim fitting jumper rather than my usual shapeless sweat shirt, though the jeans and trainers remained.

After a couple of hours of really enjoyable drinking and chatting I was having a great time. The city was fun and exciting, and being out on the town with the slightly older group made me feel bright, attractive and grown-up. I'm sure Mike was keeping an eye on me because he subtly slowed my drinking at times and made sure I wasn't too dominated by his rugby pals.

When we called in at an old corner pub from which live jazz music was booming I was feeling a bit tipsy, unused to the strength of the local cider I had been drinking rather casually. A small group of students came to greet us as we arrived; from their builds they were obviously rugby playing friends of Mike and he introduced me quite proudly to them all. 

But I didn't really remember most of their names because... because a Greek God had just come into the pub and was walking towards me, smiling. Tall and dark, amazingly like Mike but with a stronger build, he had striking hazel eyes which right now were boring straight into mine.

"Hi..." He smiled at me, then at Mike. "You must be Nicky!" he held his hand out and I automatically took it, almost speechless. His grip was firm but friendly. "I'm Max."

My knees felt a bit weak and my tummy fluttered as I stammered 'Hi' in reply.

Something told me that Mike wasn't too pleased to see Max but he was polite and fairly friendly. 

"Nic, this is Max." Mike turned to me and smiled awkwardly. "We're in the same team but he's one of the glory boys, not a worker like me!"

It was clearly an in-joke which made the rugby boys laugh but went above my head. I pretended to understand and laughed simperingly. Max joined our group and for the next hour we sat near to each other, chatted and sipped our drinks. He was absolutely charming – I had never been the centre of such a good-looking boy's attention before for such a long time and was flattered, loving every minute. He was funny, attentive, bought me rather more drinks than perhaps I should have had and I was aware of his legs pressing against mine under the table for a long time.

I was also aware of Mike giving me dark looks from time to time but I ignored him. It was time he realised I wasn't a little girl anymore and got used to the idea that boys liked me.

The evening passed quickly; all too soon it was closing time and we had to go back to Mike's place. Max walked me to the bus stop – I put my arm through his in a brave attempt to be romantic - and to my delight he kissed me goodnight just as Mike arrived. I think he was aiming for my cheek but something happened and his lips ended up on mine. 

It was a magic moment. For a split second our mouths opened and we kissed properly but then we both realised all our friends – including my older brother - were nearby and broke the kiss quickly, embarrassed.

"Are you staying tomorrow night too?" Max asked as Mike moved deliberately alongside me.

I nodded. "I'm going to the Open Day tomorrow."

"Maybe I'll see you tomorrow night?" He suggested.

"I hope so..." I said, my face turning red as I got on the bus. "Goodnight!"

Mike made a point of sitting next to me on the bus, scowling. I could tell he had something to say and, sure enough, after a few minutes, out it came.

"Watch your step there, Nic."

"What do you mean?" I replied aggressively.

"I'm just saying... be careful. Max isn't as nice as he seems, that's all."

I was getting angry as well as tipsy – a dangerous combination!

"He was charming tonight. Just charming. You just can't cope with me growing up!"

"It's not that, Nic! He's... well he hasn't got a good reputation. Be careful!"

"I can't help it if boys like me!" I half shouted. "I'm not a little girl anymore! I can look after myself!" I hissed at him. "You'll just have to get used to the idea!"

The rest of the journey passed in angry silence and we went to bed having exchanged barely a dozen more words.

***

The following morning was the Open Day itself. After a brief breakfast during which there was definitely 'an atmosphere', Mike walked me to the Department. A few minutes down the road he spoke.

"I'm sorry Nic. About last night... I was a bit heavy..."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been very upset too – partly because of the implication I was irresponsible, but also because I hated falling out with my brother.

"It's ok Mike. I was nasty too. I know you meant well but... but I'm just not a little girl now." I paused as we walked. "But it's sweet of you to be so protective".

"You promise you'll be careful?" He asked sincerely.

"I promise. He was just so... nice to me..."

I took his hand and squeezed it. We walked hand in hand for a short while.

"I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all."

"I know you meant well. I'll be careful... but you've got to trust me too!" I said. "See you this afternoon!"

I kissed him on the cheek and skipped into the Department.

The day passed quickly. I loved the people and the places they showed us, from the classrooms to the sports hall, from the gym to the library. It felt amazing to think that I was now old enough and – perhaps – clever enough to become a part of the amazing University.

I resolved to double up on my hard work and make sure I got the grades I would need to win myself entry. After all, I couldn't let my big brother do better than me, could I?

At six o'clock Mike met me at the Department door and we walked together back to his house. I was bubbling over with excitement and nervous about the interview at nine the following morning. 

All his housemates wanted to quiz me about my day and one or two teased me gently about my encounter with Max the previous evening. It seems Max had been a bit smitten with me too and had mentioned to his friends how much he wanted to see me the coming evening when Mike, his friends and I were planning to go to the cinema and visit several more waterside pubs.

I could see that Mike was not happy about this at all. He scowled right through dinner and made it plain that I should keep a close eye on Max if he showed up. I didn't tell Mike that I had bought some special clothes for the evening during the lunch break that day, and that I intended to make a bit of an impact that evening. 

After dinner, I went to Mike's room alone to get changed while he and his friends watched TV on their tiny black and white set. I quickly unpacked my suitcase and my recent purchases and fifteen minutes later was dressed and very nervous. 

Boy! For me, was I dressed! Kim Wilde? Kate Bush? Neither had legs as long as mine and I hoped like mad that my new sparkly, skin tight leggings and heels showed them off to what I hoped was their very very best. All that sport was about to pay off!

Of course, leggings as tight as that would make a panty line stand out like nothing else, so there was only one alternative – no panties!

My hair had been back brushed to give it volume, I wore gold bangles around my wrists and definitely more make-up than the minimal I usually wore; topped with a very loose necked jumper that would have given tantalising glimpses of my boobs if I hadn't been so flat chested I felt new, grown up and ready to face the older boys with, for me, a bit of confidence.

As I entered the kitchen, silence fell in the room, followed by a low whistle. Mike had his back to me but immediately saw the expressions on his friends' faces. He span round quickly.

"Jesus, Nic!" He exclaimed. "Wow! You look... Wow!"

There were grunts of agreement from the other boys. I smiled at his honest response, a bit embarrassed but really pleased by my success.

"Do you like it?" I asked as sweetly as I could.

"Well, speaking as your brother, no – you shouldn't go out like that, full stop." He leaned over towards me and whispered. "Speaking as a boy... well, you look sexy as hell, Nic!"

I suppose I should have been revolted at the thought of my own brother finding me sexy but in fact I felt the opposite. I couldn't remember ever being called sexy in my life before and it made me feel good – whoever said it!

The next few hours passed in a dream. Mike and his friends made a real fuss of me – from their behaviour, it was obvious that the others found me sexy too and in the darkness of cinema I felt the occasional light touch of straying fingers on my body. I was pleased to have Mike sitting alongside me and held his hand several times, especially at the scary parts where my fingernails dug hard into the back of his hand.

It was good to feel his reassuring hand stroking my thigh towards the end of the film.

Afterwards we went back to the waterfront pubs and had a couple of drinks to relax after our cinematic ordeal. I chose cider again, not realising that in this part of the country, it meant something much more potent than the pale fizzy drink I had grown up with.

By ten o'clock I was tipsy again and enjoying the male company I was attracting. Mike by my side made me more confident so I was feeling more than content when Max came through the door.

"Nicky!" He greeted me with a huge smile, his hazel eyes melting me inside. "I'm so glad I found you at last. You look... absolutely stunning!"

Bingo! My new clothes and style had worked! I glowed inside.

Mike's demeanour changed immediately. He stood much closer to me and squeezed my hand in warning but by now I was beyond advice and allowed Max to deftly manoeuvre me away from the rest of the group to a relatively quiet corner where we chatted together animatedly.

For the next hour – until closing time – I spoke to almost no-one else, aware only of this gorgeous boy who wanted only to talk to me. My self confidence boomed. Two more ciders, both bought by Max and I was really smitten as well as quite tipsy. My very limited experience had taught me little about boys but I knew this was new and very special.

"Have you seen the harbour in the moonlight?" Max asked once last orders had been called.

I shook my head. "No..." I replied, not quite realising the danger.

"Then you're in for a treat. Come on, let's slip out before big bad brother spoils our fun..."

I suppose in my inebriated state I hadn't thought things through properly. All I knew was that a gorgeous, sophisticated, final year student who looked extraordinarily like my gorgeous brother fancied me and wanted to take me outside to see the harbour in the moonlight. I was truly flattered – he was so much older than me; so much more worldly wise; so handsome!


University Challenge 01



It was unbelievably naïve, I know but I was innocent, young and romantic and, frankly drunk.

I suppose I had expected a certain amount of physical contact and was looking forward to finding out if he really was as sexy as he seemed. I had kissed open-mouthed with tongues before, until my mouth was numb, and I wasn't a complete stranger to a reasonable amount of clumsy groping and fondling either. I've always enjoyed having my boobs fondled - through my tops of course - especially if the boy was quite rough with me and on occasions had ground my private parts against a boy's legs while heavy petting or dancing.

What I hadn't bargained for was the extraordinary efficiency with which this older boy – 'man' I should say – began to make serious sexual progress with me and how my inexperienced body would betray me with its responses. 

After a short walk holding hands romantically we reached the quay and, arm in arm, looked out over the water at the bobbing boats. It truly was beautiful with the moon glinting off the water. I felt romantic and squeezed his hand tightly. He squeezed mine in return and I leaned against his strong body.

"The view's even better from the other pier." He said softly, leading me gently but firmly along the waterside and down a short passageway. Half way along he stopped and turned towards me in the near darkness. I had half expected, even half hoped for this and had looked forward to the moment when our lips would first touch. 

When it happened it was every bit as magical as I had imagined when I had first talked to him in the pub. My head was tilted upwards towards his handsome face, my arms around his waist, his hands in the small of my back. We kissed long and hard, our tongues entwined, our bodies pressed close. He was tall and strong and athletic and his body was warm against mine.

It seemed an age before our lips parted, and when they did it felt like I had fallen into darkness. Seconds later his mouth was on mine again, tongues active but this time, before I knew it, his hands were on my boobs in exactly the way I liked it – strong and confident, kneading my small globes through my loose, long sleeved jumper and tweaking my nipples through my bra. I felt sexy and attractive and, without thinking, began to press myself harder against his thigh as we kissed and kissed.

Minutes later his hands were underneath my jumper, his fingers dancing over the bare flesh of my tummy and moving up to up my boobs in their cups. Seconds later my bra was efficiently unfastened, my top lifted and my boobs bared to the night air - or would have been if his hands hadn't been cupping them and massaging them as the coolness hardened my nipples.

Things were moving faster than I was used to but still I felt fairly comfortable. Older, more mature boys would have more experience, wouldn't they? They would know how far and how fast to take a younger girl. And the feel of his fingertips on my nipples was so much nicer than anything the boys my age had ever done to them...

His hands dropped to my buttocks and the cool air immediately brought goose bumps to my boobs. I instinctively pressed myself closer to his body to warm them and felt his hands kneading my buttocks even more firmly than they had my breasts. He pressed my bottom hard, driving my crotch even harder against his left thigh, which he stuck forward a little to fit better between my thighs. It felt amazing and without realising it I began to rub myself up and down his thigh, feeling a new and exciting arousal growing in my groin.

Our lips parted and I rested my head on his chest and shoulder, our hands on each others buttocks. He nibbled my ear and I kissed his neck as his fingers kneaded my soft flesh deliciously. His hands rose up to my waist, then down to the crease below my buttocks, then back to my waist again.

And then suddenly his hands were inside my leggings, cupping my bare pantyless buttocks, his rough skin on my smooth tender cheeks. This was a step further than I had expected to go – very few boys had actually touched my bare buttocks but the growing arousal from my rubbing seemed to have dulled my senses and I began to enjoy the feel of his rough skin on my smooth cheeks. His hands delved deeper and deeper into my leggings, tickling me in the creases below my buttocks and, to my delighted astonishment, along the crack in my bottom.

Moments later I felt confident hands rolling my leggings downwards almost to my knees, exposing my buttocks to the night. This was entirely new territory for me but made me feel so daring, so grown up to be in the hands of this gorgeous, romantic boy. I felt cool air around my bare bottom and, to my surprise, a sudden chill between my legs as the cold air found the large damp patch that my increasingly sensitive vulva had become.

Then, before my rapidly readjusting brain could react, I felt a strong, confident hand slip between my thighs, a hot palm pressed against my pubic mound and a long firm finger slid the full length of my slit. 

Oh my God! 

A combination of fear, confusion, drunkenness and incredible arousal washed over me. My legs trembled and weakened, parting my thighs a little more. Max must have taken this as an invitation because the next thing I knew, his hand had descended, forcing my thighs further apart and a long, probing finger had slipped deep into my vagina, pressing firmly and slightly painfully upwards as if seeking a hidden prize within.

"Oh my God! Oh Dear God!" 

He was fingering me! Really fingering me! This was what it felt like! And it felt... simply amazing!

I moaned aloud but his mouth was back on mine and stifled my protests. His finger began to move within me, sending shock waves of strange unfamiliar pleasure through my body. One moment it was rammed hard up into my body as if trying to lift me bodily upwards, the next his merest fingertip was circling the top of my slit and over my clitoris - although in those days I hardly knew what one was or what pleasures it could bring. 

What I did know was that he was making me feel like I had never felt before, not even during the two hurried, fumbling occasions I had felt a real penis inside me. I whimpered as more waves of pleasure shuddered through me, scaring me in their intensity.  

"Please... stop... please..." I croaked, but even I thought my protest sounded unconvincing

I wriggled weakly in his arms, his finger still deep inside my vagina but he was too strong and I was still unsteady from alcohol and my unaccustomed arousal. 

Suddenly his finger was pulled out of me and he started doing something with his free hand while holding me tightly against his chest with the other. Something strange and warm touched my upper thighs. Instinctively I reached down with my hand to see what it was. My fingers closed around a warm, smooth and to my imagination simply enormous shaft of muscle.

"Oh Yes baby..." He moaned.

My fuddled brain finally began to register the fact that this boy, gorgeous as he was, wanted to have sex with me right now, right there in the alley. Ridiculously I remember thinking that this wasn't how it was supposed to be; that we should be in a large bed; that there should be white sheets, music; that above all there should be love.

My aroused body fought against my frightened mind but blessedly began to lose the battle

"No! No! Please!" I protested. "Not here! Not like this!"

"Come on you little prick teaser!" He hissed, his voice hardened by lust. "You'll love it!" 

His strong hands swept my leggings down to my ankles and over one foot where they tangled with my heels, tripping me. Feeling my instability, he swayed against me as if trying to lower me to the floor but I squirmed and wriggled. Realising I was not going to lie down and let him take me, he changed tactics and, lifting my leg to his waist, parting thighs and exposing my vulva. He pressed my back hard up against the wall of the alley, thrusting his hand once again onto my mound, his fingers immediately in my slit, searching. 

Suddenly it all became serious. I realised in panic that this time he was simply trying to locate my opening for his terrifying cock. He was going to fuck me!

My mind screamed 'Not here! Not now! Not in this squalid alleyway!' but my body begged for it to happen.

My mind told me to escape, to get away but instead my body betrayed me again, making me freeze, unable to resist, as if simply waiting from him to penetrate me. He was much bigger than me, much stronger than me. I was a silly, over-confident little girl who was about to get what she deserved. 

"See! You want it, girl! You're turned on! You're wet as hell..." He hissed, thrusting his fingers deep into me again. 

It was true. My body had betrayed me further by lubricating for all it was worth around his fingers. 

And if that was true, then did I really want it? Did I want to be fucked there, in that alley, by this gorgeous but frightening boy?

My body screamed yes! Fuck me! I want you now! 

But my mind screamed 'No!' equally loudly. That this was NOT right, that he was taking me against my will...

I tried to scream but no sound would come. I wriggled but it was useless. My mind and body froze, helpless, paralysed - but still part of my body seemed to want it to happen though my mind screamed 'No!.

I felt his shaft pressing against my thigh, his round head colliding with my swollen vulva, seeking my entrance... My mind begged him to stop but my body seemed to crave him inside me...

He pressed forwards, his head beginning to enter my body, stretching my tight, inexperienced inner lips... He was about to... fuck me... 

Oh God! Had I made this happen? Did I want it? Need it? Was it my fault?

His cock began to enter my vagina... It was frightening but at the same time...

"Please... No..." I mumbled weakly into the night, not knowing if he even heard me.

His cock slid further into me... It felt huge, stretching me... but the angle was awkward and he couldn't get more than a short way into my body. He lifted my leg further, spreading my thighs wider, ready to thrust all the way into me... 

Suddenly I heard footsteps; angry male voices were shouting. Then Max's strong body was pulled violently away from me, his cock ripped forcefully from my vagina. I yelped in surprise and pain and held on to the wall for balance.

"What the fuck...?" I heard him shout.

There was a brief shuffling sound followed by two loud smacks and he fell to the floor, scuffled then stood up again before a further half dozen loud thumping sounds came from two large shadows in the background. 

Strong arms grabbed me and held me tightly. My face was pressed into a powerful chest with a familiar, welcome smell. There was another shuffling sound and I heard footsteps running away down the alley.

"Jesus! My fist hurts!" The voice was familiar and so, so welcome. "Bastard..." He screamed after the rapidly retreating footsteps.

My beloved brother Michael had come to the rescue – just in time! I clung to him tightly.

"It's ok Nic. You're safe now." He said. 



Please go straight on to Part 2



University Challenge 02



This story follows directly on from Part 1 – Nicky's Near Miss.

Naive, eighteen year-old Nicky has just been rescued by her older brother Mike her from being forced into sex by one of his rugby-playing friends, in an alleyway down by the waterfront.

***

I don't know how long I clung to Mike in the darkness, trembling, crying with confusion, relief and shame. 

Eventually I became aware that my jumper was under my armpits, my leggings were still around my ankles, my bottom and vulva naked and my boobs exposed. It was getting cold.

When my trembling had subsided a little, I released him, probably to his relief. Bending unsteadily over I tried to pull my leggings up to cover my nakedness but my hands were still shaking too much and my free foot caught in the shiny, tight material. Michael dropped to his knees in front of me and gently eased the leggings over my feet then pulled the tight sparkly material up to cover my exposed flesh. 

Despite my confusion, I was aware that his face was merely inches from my vulva and that he could not have failed to notice the total absence of knickers and the wet, sticky evidence of arousal on my mound and upper thighs.

But to my relief he said nothing.

I lifted my top myself, unavoidably exposing my tiny boobs to his gaze once again as I re-fastened my bra. Again Michael said nothing, but when I was decently dressed again, he wrapped his jacket around my shoulders, followed it with his arm and we began the long unsteady, uphill walk back to his house, followed by two large, muscular friends from the rugby club.

***

Half an hour later we were back in his bedroom.

"I'm so sorry..." I cried, sitting on his bed.

The journey home had passed in near silence, as had my showering and changing into my short night dress and a pair of panties. I didn't usually wear panties in bed but it seemed appropriate as I was sharing a room with Mike, who had changed into his pyjama trousers while I was in the shower.

Despite my modesty, I was acutely aware that my brother had not only just seen my boobs and private parts in extreme close up, he had also seen them in a highly aroused state.

"It's ok. But I did try to warn you about him..." He replied softly but a little sternly.

I sobbed. "I know. I'm sorry. He was just so nice, so..."

"I know..." Mike sat next to me and wrapped my shaking body in his strong arms, my head resting on his powerful shoulder. I could smell his familiar aroma and it reassured me. "But if you dress as sexily as that... well, boys can get the wrong idea." He paused. 

"It was the wrong idea, wasn't it Nic? You weren't really trying to get laid, were you?" He asked in a deceptively measured tone.

"I feel so ashamed..." I sobbed, deliberately not answering him directly, still wondering the same thing myself. "I was so silly... so naive... I should have listened to you..."

"Shhh" He whispered, nuzzling my ear.

"But you're the last person in the world I want to see me... like that!" I cried. "You've seen me naked... all of me... all my private places... and like that! The things my body did when he... he... as if I wanted him to..."

"Shhh! It's ok... I promise... No-one will ever know..."

I slipped under the duvet, still holding his hand, not wanting to let it go.

"Would you... Cuddle me a while?" I asked tentatively. "Like you used to?"

Mike smiled and slipped under the duvet alongside me, snuggling up in the half darkness in the bedroom. His arms hugged me closely, the warmth of his strong body reassuring and comforting.

"There you are, Nic." He whispered in my ear. "You're safe now."

And indeed I did feel safe in his arms and finally began to relax a little though my exposure still made me feel ashamed.

"Do you hate me now?" I asked. "I've embarrassed you in front of your friends... And you've seen me...like that...!"

"Nah!" He laughed, interrupting. "My friends all really like you and they're all up in arms about Max. You're not the first sister he's tried to have his way with."

I felt a little better as he carried on. "And you mustn't ever worry about.. About the rest. There's nothing about you I would ever, ever find anything but beautiful."

He leaned over and kissed me comfortingly on the forehead, twice. I snuggled up closer, my forehead against his strong, reassuring muscular chest. His arms enfolded me and the tension finally began to release me from its grip. 

After a while cuddling in silence, I rolled over and snuggled against his body, my bottom pressed against his midriff, my back now against his chest as if we were two spoons in a drawer. His arms were around me. I felt tiny tears running down my cheeks but I felt – safe, listening to his slow, deep breathing behind me.

Safe, but confused. 

My head was spinning, and not just from the unaccustomed alcohol. For the first time in my inexperienced life I had felt my body behaving beyond my control and it frightened me. 

Had I really wanted Max to have sex with me? To fuck me? It couldn't be thought of as making love? 

Had I really waited until his cock was actually part way inside me before saying 'No'? And if so, what did that make me? 

Max had called me a prick-teaser. Was that really what I was?

When it had come to the final penetration – I hadn't told Mike that Max had actually succeeded in getting his cock inside my vagina - my mind had finally taken back control and I had tried to stop him from taking me completely but up to that point, my body and my sexuality – lust even - had been in overwhelming control. This had simply not happened before, not even with David when we had 'gone all the way'.

My head told me I had just had a lucky escape – that I had been rescued from a fate worse than death in the nick of time but at the same time, my body had unquestionably been ready, willing, eager and, as Mike cannot fail to have noticed, obviously aroused and physically prepared for full-on sex. 

It felt as if something deep within me was still prepared, still ready and eager; deeply unsatisfied as if my body had been taken all the way to the finishing line and then prevented from crossing; as if something was still missing.

I felt a strange tingling emptiness between my thighs. I carefully reached down with my fingers to find I was lubricating again!

It troubled me and for a long time I lay with my back pressed against Mike's chest and tummy, feeling the reassuring heat of his body against mine. I snuggled further into him strong body, pressing my bottom against his midriff.

I must eventually have dozed for a few minutes because the next thing I remember is Mike nuzzling the back of my neck and the strange, very pleasant feeling of his hot breath and soft lips on my upper back. His arm now rested lightly on my side and as I pressed backwards again into his warm body, my mind dimly registering the presence of a hard lump pressing against my lower buttocks. I wriggled against it and dozed a little longer.

A little later I stirred again in my sleep. The hard lump was still pressing against my bottom but now it was underneath my night dress, pressing against my panty-covered vulva which was tingling terribly now. Half asleep I didn't quite realise what it was or what was happening to me but it made me feel warm and slightly strange 'down there'. There was an arm around my waist too and fingers were lightly stroking up and down my side and just touching my left breast. I could feel my nipple hardening as the fingers gradually moved over my boob.

"Mmmm? What...?" I mumbled softly, surprised but not alarmed. 

Mike's knees were gently rubbing the back of my thighs from behind. Then I felt a series of tiny, delicate kisses falling on the back of my neck.

"Mmmm... that feels nice..." I murmured in my doze then something finally registered as not quite right.

I turned my head slightly towards him, puzzled but before I could say anything he kissed me on the cheek, hugging me even more tightly. I felt the hard lump moving rhythmically very gently against the underside of my bottom. It felt really good... strange, but so, so good... My God!

"Mmm? Mike?" My voice sounded dopey, slurry. "What are you doing?"

Still somewhat dazed, but puzzled rather than alarmed, I began to roll over on the mattress to face him but as my mouth drew level with his he kissed me lightly on the other cheek. It wasn't quite the brotherly kiss I was used to. 

Then he kissed me again. It was definitely not brotherly.

"Mike, you shouldn't..." I began to protest, my voice still woozy from alcohol and sleep.

Then he kissed me on the lips. I froze, dimly aware that this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Mike... Don't..." I mumbled unconvincingly. 

Then he kissed me on the lips again. This time I definitely knew that something was wrong; that this shouldn't be happening but... Well, I don't know what the 'but' was... because a warm and soothing sensation came over me and I returned his kiss, lightly and tentatively. Once. Twice. Three times, each kiss a little bolder than the one before.

And then suddenly our lips were pressed hard together, our mouths open, teeth clashing awkwardly, arms around each other's shoulders, barely clothed bodies pressed hard together under the duvet. Mike's tongue plunged into my welcoming mouth. I wrapped my own tongue around it then thrust back into his mouth in return, snogging passionately like two teens at a school disco. 

And as we kissed, I felt his strong hands began to explore my body; first my back, then my sides, then my buttocks, pulling me hard against his fit, athletic body. I felt his palms on my boobs, kneading them firmly through my night dress. It was just the way I liked it – not too rough, but not too delicate either - like Max had done in the alley only much, much better. Before I knew it, his fingers were on my nipples, nipping their tips between his knuckles, a new sensation of pleasure and pain that shocked me, it felt so good. 

"Mmmm... Miiike!!!, We mustn't... we... Oh God that's nice..."

An inner voice within me seemed to be telling me to stop; that this wasn't right but by the recently-discovered hot passionate feeling Max had started had returned to my belly with a vengeance. This time it didn't frighten me and the warning voice was simply overwhelmed. 

My hands stroked Mike's bare naked back, powerful arms and flat tummy as his hands played with my boobs, then I squeezed his tight, firm buttocks through his pyjama trousers as we rolled gently back and forth, mouths locked, bodies pressed tightly together, arms wrapped around each other, kissing deeply until our lips were almost numb and my mind swam with new-found passion.

After what seemed like an age of kissing, his lips suddenly left mine and for a moment it felt like I had fallen off the world into the darkness. I protested weakly as if frightened it was all ending too soon, but I needn't have worried. Mike gently pushed me onto my back and kissed me once more on the lips before his mouth descended to my boobs where to my delight and amazement he breathed hot air onto my nipples through the thin cotton of my night dress. 

The new sensation was incredible and I heard myself moan out loud in surprise and arousal. His hot lips pressed against my cotton covered nipples and he sucked them gently, first one then the other, kneading the small globes beneath with his fingers as he drew the teats into his mouth. The pleasure from my boobs was simply amazing and the heat in my belly grew stronger. My knees rose automatically as my body responded to his touch, bunching my nightie up around my waist. 

Mike's lips returned blessedly to my own and as we kissed deeply once again, I felt my night gown being deliberately raised almost to my chest and his hand underneath moving swiftly over the bare flesh of my tummy and upwards towards my so-so-sensitive boobs. It never crossed my mind to stop him.

If I had enjoyed his touch through the thin cotton of my gown, the feel of his bare flesh on mine took me to another level. My nipples hardened until they hurt as his fingers teasingly tweaked and toyed with their firm dark centres and his tongue once again found mine.

As I reeled in the unfamiliar pleasure, my legs must have parted without my knowing because suddenly Mike's strong hand was between my unresisting thighs, cupping my vulva through my sleep panties. For the second time that night I felt the heat of arousal rising within my groin as his long middle finger sought the outline of my slit through what was now dripping wet white cotton.

Again something deep within me began to register that this was wrong; that this shouldn't be happening between us – that I 'wasn't that kind of girl', whatever that meant, but again that inner voice was drowned out by the roar of arousal now coming from my overheating body as Mike's probing finger found its target and began to trace the panty-covered outline of my slit, tentatively at first, as if expecting a refusal.

But no refusal would come – I was too far gone in lust. 

Instead I moaned into my brother's mouth and pressed my vulva instinctively against his hand, my body in complete surrender, my mind desperately trying to make sense of what was happening to me an failing badly.

Mike's fingers rose from my dampening panties to stroke my tummy for a second then I gasped as he slipped his whole hand over my naked belly button and down inside my knickers, covering my pubic mound with his palm and sliding his middle finger the full length of my bared slit, its wet lips stiff puffy and sensitive from my encounter with Max. 

I gasped and grabbed his shoulders, my head rising wide-eyed as he plunged his finger into me, probing deeply into my vagina - like Max had done but a thousand times more gently and a thousand times more welcome.

"Oh God! Oh Mike..." I gasped, breaking my lips away from his in an attempt to breathe more easily. A wall of heat began to build within me and I began to tremble in his arms as he stroked and probed a part of me I had never expected my brother ever even to see, let alone finger and explore.

Unaccustomed to a boy's intimate touch, I began to get sore but as if sensing this, Mike gently withdrew his finger from my vagina. For a second I felt empty and disappointed, then to my astonishment he began to rub his fingertip in small circles around the very top of my slit on a part of me I had barely heard of, didn't yet understand and which even today can surprise me - my clitoris.

I thought I would die on the spot! 

A bolt of half-pain, half-pleasure and complete surprise shot through my whole body as he toyed with my hard, over-sensitive nub. My legs went weak and fell open, my arms rose to his shoulders then simply fell away again as a second, stronger bolt hit me and my head flopped on the pillow. 

Oh my God! This was like nothing on earth! I didn't know whether I wanted it to stop immediately or go on forever.

Mike's finger dipped deep into my vagina again then rose and circled my painfully hard clitoris once more, before rubbing firmly along its underside. A wave of unbearable heat radiated out from my vulva and washed through my entire body. I held my breath, my chest hurting then gasped in short, sharp gulps of air as the first real and frightening orgasm of my life held me tightly in its grasp. 

Nothing any other boy had ever done to me came even close to the incredible pleasure my own, sexy, gorgeous brother was bringing me now. Nothing I had done to myself could compare with the feelings he was inducing in my body. The unfamiliar intensity was almost terrifying; my whole body helpless in his hands, shaking and convulsing in totally unfamiliar orgasm as he expertly fingered me - there, under his duvet, in his bedroom, my body now completely surrendered.

I tried to call his name but no sound would come out of my mouth. Instead I jerked and twisted as his fingers rubbed my clitoris, then plunged back into my vagina, then returned to the part of my body I had never realised could feel so, so good.

And then his hand was gone. I lay on my back stunned, trying to make sense of the force that had overwhelmed me. I was half aware of Mike's shape wriggling alongside in the darkness and dimly realised he was taking off his pyjamas. 

Slowly I began to understand what that meant; what he intended to do. It didn't frighten me – after what had just happened, it felt... only natural. And God knows how much I wanted it!

I felt him move back alongside me then rise over me until his tall, strong body blocked out the little remaining light in the room. 

I felt his hands on the sides of my damp knickers, sliding them down my legs and away, exposing my young, bare, inexperienced vulva as he deliberately parted my legs. 

I felt the heat of his hairy thighs between mine, pressing them forcefully apart and his strong hands either side of my shoulders, holding his chest above my face. 

I turned my mouth to his arm and kissed it. My head was still spinning from the astonishing feelings my first ever proper climax had brought but I now understood clearly what was about to happen and realised that my aching, eager body wanted it badly, whatever my bewildered mind told me. 

It's hard to remember which thoughts went through my mind at that moment, waiting for my gorgeous, older brother to penetrate me and which came to me later as we lay in each other's arms, but the effect was like an epiphany. 

Suddenly I knew everything really was alright. Suddenly everything fell into place like a revelation; how I had idolised him most of my life; my lack of interest in other boys; my desire to dress like his girlfriends, however inappropriately. Even my two real sexual encounters to date had been with his best friend and look-alike. And my immediate infatuation with Max had been driven by my unrealised love for Mike.

I suddenly understood that I had been in love with my brother for most of my life and at that moment, wanted nothing in the world more than to be united with him in every way. I wanted him to make love to me. Right there; right then! I wanted him to put his penis in my vagina and, well, make me completely his. 

I could feel my whole body opening up for him as he mounted me, the arousal I had felt with Max returning but much, much more powerfully, filling my thighs, belly and chest with the newly-discovered heat of desire. My legs automatically opened wider and my arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders as he positioned his body above mine, his erect penis stabbing wildly at my vulva. 

I took one hand from his neck and reached down between my thighs. For the second time that evening I found an erect penis in my hand, but this time everything was different. I was different. I wasn't scared of him – far from it. This was something I wanted – needed – and my body was unquestionably ready for it.

I guided its head anxiously and carefully towards my opening. 

For a moment its size, warmth and smoothness worried me – not because it was my brother's cock about to enter me but because surely my little body could never accommodate such a huge intruder. 

I felt the smoothness of its head against my engorged, sensitive flesh, parting my inner lips. 

I felt him press forward, stretching my entrance as his head was forced into me. 

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as the invading penis stretched me tighter and tighter until finally with an incredible shock of pleasure and fullness, his head unexpectedly broke through my resistance and almost with a 'pop' entered into my body. 

He was inside me. My brother was making love with me. It felt... incredible. I gasped as my vagina struggled to accommodate the new presence within me, my body tight around his shaft. 

His body now within mine, my arms returned to Mike's neck and I pulled his face down towards mine, my mouth opening wide as our lips touched. We kissed with a new passion and before I could fully adjust, he thrust himself forcefully into me, taking me by surprise. I squealed into his open mouth as the massive invader penetrated deeper into me as if reaching for my soul.




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Then as the tick base of his erection stretched me even wider and his pubic mound ground hard against mine, he paused, buried deep within me. This blessedly gave my body a few more precious moments to adjust to the huge intruder while I looked lovingly into his eyes – big and deep brown with black pupils massive in the semi-darkness of the room. These were eyes you could fall head over heels in love with.

"Are you ok?" He asked. All I could do was nod as I looked into his handsome face. 

His eyes stayed on mine as he drew himself slowly back. I felt the strange emptiness as his erection almost left my body. Then he thrust into me again and filled me completely. The sudden thrust shocked me and I heard a strange incoherent choking sound escape my lips as a wave of sensation passed through me.

"Sure, Nic?" He asked once again. Again I nodded, blinking.

And then we made love - real, deep love. I surrendered totally to this strong, handsome man I had loved without knowing it for so many years.

Looking back, it would be more accurate to say that he made love to me – I was so inexperienced about sex that I could do little other than lie there and try to comply with his desire, allowing my body to mould itself with his every movement but it was, for me, an incredible feeling.

And it was the best moment of my eighteen-year-old life, although all the time I kept worrying that I wouldn't be any good at it; that I would be a disappointing lay; that he wouldn't want me again; that he wouldn't love me because I was no good in bed.

But to my amazement, after very few thrusts my body had adjusted to his size, my copious lubrication had eased his way and I began to enjoy the pleasure of sex as well as the joy of making love. My two previous encounters had been brief, surreptitious and filled with fear of discovery. This was something entirely different. 

Mike made love to me in long, slow strokes that took me from a terrible empty feeling as he pulled back, to a fullness I had never imagined possible as he thrust deep into me. I could feel the ridges on his shaft as they passed my tight inner lips and the grinding of his pubic hair against my mound as he reached his deepest point.

My fingers stroked his chest, then his sweet face in the darkness, then ran down over his muscular shoulders to his waist, then on to his firm, tight buttocks as they moved back and forwards rhythmically, driving his penis deep into my welcoming body.

Then his pace changed, his thrusts became stronger and wilder and he began to grunt. I began to feel a little frightened, not realising this meant he was building up to a climax. He thrust harder into me now and the room filled with wet slapping sounds as he thrust faster and faster, his penis inside me now beginning to hurt. I bit my lip again and gripped his upper arms, feeling him tremble.

He began to grunt, short coarse noises coming from his throat as his body shook and pulsed. His head within me seemed to swell to an enormous size and then, without warning, he pulled himself almost violently clean out of my vagina and before I could object my tummy was covered in pools of hot sticky fluid as my brother ejaculated wildly onto me, his body in strange spasms and low, animal sounds coming from his half closed mouth.

I lay still beneath him feeling almost abandoned and empty, half frightened by the force of our lovemaking; not knowing what else to do as the spasms and trembling gradually subsided. 

It could only have lasted a few minutes but it changed my world.

Nothing in my limited sex life had prepared me for this. Drops of sweat fell from his forehead onto my face and lips. His breathing was heavy, laboured as he lowered his face to mine and kissed me on the lips again. He tasted salty.

Then he rolled over to lie next to me in the darkness, his body pressed close to mine. I lay there stunned, unable to move, my body feeling battered and so, so tired. I must have started to cry a little because I felt tears running down my cheeks.

"Nic? Oh sweetheart..." His voice was clearly distressed. 

"I'm ok..." I snuffled, my nose filling with salty tears as the enormity of what we had just done began to dawn on me. Instinctively I pressed my knees together as if to hide the 'scene of the crime' and raised my knees almost to my chest.

"I... I'm sorry, I... I don't know... what came over me..." He mumbled, still lying stiff alongside me.

My chest ached with fear. Had we just destroyed eighteen years of sibling love? What had I done to make him want to have sex with me? Apart from wanting him myself! 

"Are... Are you ok?" He asked earnestly. "I'm so, so sorry..."

His obvious sincerity helped me.

"ARE... you sorry, Mike?" I asked. "Or you just sorry it was me...?" I asked, afraid of getting the wrong answer.

"How can you think that?" He said, rolling onto his side and reaching over to hug me. "Nic.. I really love you... I really mean it, I... Oh Jesus, yuk..." 

In reaching across to hug me he had put his forearm right across my belly where it got covered in his warm, sticky semen. He reacted as if he had been burned by the gooey stuff and we both burst out laughing - excessively as if delighted to have an excuse to break the tension. 

As a release, the laughter worked and we turned and hugged again tightly, our bellies pressed together, kissing happily. The pool of goo spread over both our tummies but we didn't care, lost again in sore-lipped French kissing. 

After a short time we needed to come up for breath.

"My God! We'd better get you cleaned up!" Mike said. "I'm all messy too!"

"In my handbag..." I smiled. Mike fumbled in the darkness and passed it over. I quickly retrieved a small pack of tissues and began to wipe my tummy clean, amazed at how much of the stuff there was and how difficult it was to wipe away. Alongside me, Mike was doing the same.

"I wasn't expecting... all this!" I said, feeling much happier at the lightening of the mood.

"I'm sorry, I realised at the last minute we weren't using a Durex and you probably weren't on the pill..."

"Well you were right there." I said, thanking God for Mike's good sense, suddenly aware of the possible consequences of what we had just done. This hadn't even crossed my mind when it was all happening. I threw the soiled tissues in the vague direction of the waste paper bin.

When I turned back, Mike was lighting a candle on the bedside table. The low light cast shadows across his strong, handsome face. I felt myself blushing. In the darkness it had all been a bit unreal. Now, with his naked, athletic body showcased in the candlelight, his long, flaccid penis still glistening with our juices, there was no escaping the fact that my brother and I had just had sex together.

"Are you sure you're ok, Nic. I mean...we've done a bad thing, really. I hope you don't hate me now?" His voice became anxious. "I mean, I thought I wasn't like Max... Really I'm not... Or am I just as bad after all?" 

I stroked his worried face with my fingertips, feeling vulnerable but strangely strong at the same time.

"It's ok Mike. All of it's ok. I wanted it too. You're not like Max - you didn't rape me. I wanted it to happen."

The look of relief on his face was heartbreaking. He clasped my hands in his and squeezed them. We lay side by side in the candlelight and pulled the duvet over our bodies against the cool air in the room. I rested my head against his shoulder.

"Did it hurt?" His voice sounded a little worried. 

"Just a little." I replied, snuggling closer to him. "At the beginning." I paused. "You're very good at it!"

I felt his body stiffen a little in pride and smiled inwardly as we cuddled.

"Were you... Was it... your first time?" He eventually asked, stroking my forehead.

I shook my head. "Not quite." I replied, hoping he couldn't see me blushing in the darkness. "Could you tell?"

He looked shocked. "Well, no... I never knew..."

"Don't worry, Mike. There's only been one boy before you and we only did it twice."

I could tell he wanted to know who it was but I wanted to keep that to myself.

"Have you... done it with lots of girls?" I asked to distract him, but half fearing the answer.

"Not many." It was a good answer. "And none of them felt like you, Nic!" An even better answer!

I smiled broadly in the half darkness, content – no, happy.

"So what made you... you know... want to do it... with me... me tonight?" I asked, genuinely curious. 

He paused for a long time.

"I don't really know what came over me. When I saw you dressed so sexily... and the way the boys looked at you... I think I saw you properly for the first time..."

"I wanted to be grown up – I didn't want to let you down in front of your friends." I explained, unsure of myself.

"And you were perfect." He reassured me, squeezing my hand again. "You were still my sister but you were so much more, too. And when Max started doing his act on you I realised that you were one of the most amazing, most sexy girls I'd ever seen."

I glowed in pleasure the half light, his words helping me come to terms with the terrible thing we had just done.

"I think it was jealousy too – at least partly..." He continued, squeezing my hand again. "You looked so innocent and so sexy all at the same time... I thought Max would try it on but you wouldn't listen to me... and when I realised what had almost happened I knew I couldn't bear it if anyone... anyone else... did it with you... And when you were so close to me... and so warm and sexy... and I couldn't help it after seeing you so turned on... And, well, I realised what I've always known deep down..."

I waited for him to continue, hoping and praying that he would say what I felt inside. After what seemed like an age, I heard the words I will never ever forget.

"That... That I'm sort of... well, sort of in love you. Perhaps I always have been."

I positively glowed inside, but instinctively knew that simply telling him I loved him too straight away would sound trite and insincere. Instead I kissed his lips gently.

"So now we both know, don't we?"I whispered.

We lay in silence as the candle sputtered, my head snuggled against his chest, his fingers stroking me gently. I should have felt revolted, or at least guilty at what we had done, but in truth I felt neither. In the quiet darkness, I heard Mike's bedside clock ticking and strained to look at it.

"It's nearly three in the morning." He whispered in my ear. "When's your interview?"

"I'm on at nine." I replied. "Typical. We don't even get to lie in together. And Dad's picking me up at ten thirty so I can't even come back and see you afterwards."

"I'll walk you to the interview." He promised. "Just our luck, eh? I suppose we'd better get some sleep if you're going to impress them in the morning."

In fact we make love again almost immediately. It was sweet and gentle and this time Mike used a Durex. When he came, his penis was still inside me, which was wonderful and made us both cry a little as I felt him soften within my body.

***

The alarm went off at seven forty-five like a fire engine driving through the bedroom. I woke with a start and a monstrous headache – part sleeplessness, part hangover – to find Mike fast asleep, his arm under my neck. I was naked, stiff, sweaty and sticky. So was he.

In a panic, I grabbed the first towel I could see, opened the door and ran across the landing to the shower room, hoping none of his housemates were up and about. I was lucky and, ten minutes later, came back into Mike's room cleaner and fresher and feeling altogether more human although my vulva was very sore, my tummy ached deep inside from the battering it had received and I had a love bite on my lower neck. 

Mike was sitting at his desk when I entered, massaging his arm – the one I had slept on - and was making instant coffee for us both. I dressed as quickly as I could, pulling on knickers and tights, wrapping my best skirt around my waist and tucking a fresh, clean white blouse into its waistband.

Mike handed me the hot drink while he pulled on his Levi's and a University sweatshirt, then looked for his trainers.

"We need to talk, Nic..." He said, his face unhappy.

"We do, Mike, yes. But not until after my interview, please."

"But Nic..."

"If you're going to do the 'wham bam thank you ma'am' act on me I don't want to ruin my University chances by crying through my interview..."

"Christ Nic!" He almost shouted. "It's not that! Far from it! I just need to know... if this is the beginning of something or the end..."

I straightened my tights and slipped shiny black shoes onto my feet. I crossed to the desk where he was sitting and kissed him on the lips.

"We'll talk on the way to the interview." I said, and began to rummage among his shelves looking for my hairbrush and toothbrush.

Fifteen minutes later we were walking through the streets of the city on our way to the Department. Deep down I wanted to hold his hand romantically but, after last night, doubted I could do it in a sisterly way any more so I held tightly to my handbag and satchel, looking at my watch every couple of minutes and wondering how to start.

Eventually Mike began 'the conversation' we both knew had to take place.

"So where do we go from here. Nic?" He asked. "We've agreed we both wanted it at the time; that I didn't rape you, thank God! Should we chalk it up as a just bit of fun but basically a mistake and get on with our lives?"

"Is that what you want, Mike?" I countered, genuinely trying to understand his feelings but it came across as quite aggressive. "I thought we both agreed that we loved each other too."

"Of course we do!" he responded immediately. "It's not what I want at all! But I'm not sure what else we can do. It's not like we can go around as boyfriend and girlfriend. Everyone knows you're my sister - especially Mum and Dad."

We had reached the corner of the long road where the Department stood. I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes to go but I couldn't afford to arrive just in time. We walked onwards.

"If we could be together – like a couple - would you want to?" I asked quietly. "And I don't just mean for sex, however great that was." I could feel myself blushing as I remembered how he had made me feel during the night. "I mean a real, proper relationship. Do you love me... that way too?"

"Of course I do!" He replied, a little too quickly, then I saw the uncertain look on his face. My heart ached. I knew what I had to say but it went against every emotion in my body and every instinct in my mind.

"Then I think we both need a bit of time to work it out, Mike." I tried to keep my voice under control. It wasn't what I wanted at all but I forced myself to say the words.

"You're a truly amazing guy – drop dead gorgeous, funny, caring, sensitive - I can't imagine a more perfect boyfriend or a better brother, but I'm not sure you can be both. I'm not sure you want to be both."

For me, this was a long speech.

"So you're dumping me?" He asked, his face like a disappointed puppy. I could have hugged and kissed him on the spot.

"No, Mike! Please understand I mean what I said. You're coming home for Christmas in three weeks. If you still want to be with me when you come home – and if I still feel the same – then we'll try and make a go of it."

He looked relieved and pleased at the same time. I looked at my watch one more time. Eight fifty-five. 

"I've really, really got to go now, Mike. Thanks for... for having me – in every way. See you in three weeks!"

I kissed him again, squeezed his hand, turned and went towards the main door for my interview.

"I love you, Nic!" He called after me. "Good luck!"

***

The interview went quite well and for a while quite took my mind off the extraordinary events of the previous evening, although they rushed back in upon me soon afterwards as I walked through the town to the coffee bar in which I had arranged to meet my – our - Dad. 

In the bright sunshine of the cold morning it seemed impossible to imagine that, less than twelve hours earlier I had made love with my own older brother and had adored every minute of it. Surely the world should look different after such a momentous event! 

But it didn't – the sun still shone, the November wind was still cold, the trees still waved in the wind. And yet my vivid memories and the undeniable soreness between my legs told me it was true – it really had happened.

I felt elated and terrified at the same time.

When I reached the cafe I noticed my overnight bag was on the floor next to Dad's table which meant he must have visited Mike before coming to meet me. 

After the predictable 'How did the interview go?' session he asked me how the Open Day weekend had been and what I thought of student life.

"It seems great fun, Dad." I replied truthfully. "But I'd have to watch my drinking..." I joked.

"Hmmm." He made a disapproving noise. "Mike said you might be a little... fragile... after last night."

"Cheeky sod!" I thought aloud. Dad frowned at my bad language. "What else did he say about me?" I asked, annoyed.

"I'm just joking, Nic..." He laughed. "Mike said it was really good having you there and that all his friends loved you."

I relaxed. "Well, I thought they were great too – really friendly."

"He told me one friend in particular got a bit too friendly but he wanted me to tell you that you handled it really well."

I frowned. Maybe Mike was trying to send me a message.

"He said it was great to get closer to you, that you gave him lots to think about and that he's really looking forward to seeing you at Christmas." 

Dad held the car door open for me and I slipped into the passenger seat, smiled, closed my eyes and almost immediately fell asleep, sore and exhausted.



University Challenge 03



I slammed my hand down on the loudly buzzing alarm clock beside my bed, choking off its insistent drone. Glowing angry-red numbers showed the unearthly hour – six o'clock – but I didn't care. 

At long last it was Friday. THE Friday! HE was coming home today. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. 

My brother Mike was coming home for Christmas. My Mike! My big, beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous brother and, after that truly life-changing night in his University bedroom, the second lover in my young life.

My tummy filled with butterflies as my slowly waking brain ran through every scenario it could imagine.

What if he ignored me as if it hadn't happened...?

What if he hated me now, or thought what we had done was disgusting and wouldn't speak to me...?

What if he had a new girlfriend and didn't want or need me any more...?

But what if he still loved me and still wanted me THAT way...? 

Oh please God let it be that...

They were ridiculous questions and deep down I knew this. After all, we had spoken briefly on the phone twice since my visit - always from a phone box so our parents couldn't overhear - and I had his wonderful letter hidden underneath my clean knickers in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I must have read it a hundred times already and knew it by heart but when you're in love, you never quite feel secure.

Not writing back, not telling him how I truly felt had been one of the hardest things I had ever had to do, but I knew if I told Mike how madly in love and in lust with him I was, I would never know how he really felt about me. And I had to know for certain!

For the first time, I was learning what it felt like to be newly in love and, contrary all I had read in my foolish holiday romances, it wasn't a very happy condition at all – especially when the object of your uncontrollable affection is not by your side. It was so easy to get things out of perspective and so hard to get him out of my mind. On the few occasions I did manage to concentrate on other things I felt guilty and insecure afterwards. 

I suppose all girls in the throes of their first love go through similar pains, but for me it was doubly hard not being able to talk to anyone about the way I felt. Most girls confide in their best friend or even their mother but with Mike and my relationship so obviously forbidden even these outlets weren't available to me and with him still away at Uni with no phone, I often felt terribly alone. 

And on top of the whole emotional girlfriend / boyfriend turmoil there was the increasingly undeniable fact that in his bed I had tasted real, highly pleasurable, passionate, orgasm-inducing sex for the first time, only to have it taken away again almost immediately. I had been surprised just how badly I wanted to re-live that incredible experience and how often I imagined myself climaxing at his hands again.

Over the previous three weeks, in an attempt to feel closer to Mike, I had found spurious reasons to go into his room, and sometimes would lie silently on his bed, imagining what it would be like to be lying there alongside him – or on other, more heated occasions, even beneath him! I wondered whether he was thinking about me the same way and looked about his room in vain for any sign that he might feel about me the way felt about him. 

Sometimes I would touch myself as I lay there, remembering how it had felt to have his fingers where mine now worked, but it was no substitute for the real thing. And how many times had my dreams been filled with images of that amazing night, remembering how it felt to have his strong, handsome body above mine, feeling his lips on mine, feeling his hands on my boobs, feeling his incredible erection within my body once again...

On one occasion, I did find a small stash of porn magazines hidden under his mattress. Although I was initially shocked, after a few minutes flicking through them I was pleased to see that his taste ran to tall, skinny girls with small boobs. That at least I could provide!

And it had been so hard to concentrate at school, too. My best friend Linda had three times caught me unconsciously doodling the letters M and N in love hearts on my writing pad during lessons, but I had kept my secret despite her teasing me and trying desperately to guess which of our classmates I was besotted with.

If only she knew!

Whatever he felt about me, I would learn it today. I felt very insecure and nervous, desperately needing to be in his arms again, knowing how utterly devastated I would be if he rejected me after all we had so recently done together, and all I wanted to be to him in the future. 

My school classes were due to end at lunchtime so I calculated I should be home about an hour before Mike's train was due to arrive. That should give me just enough time to make myself look my best for him, but just in case school overran, I needed to make a few preparations now.

With a final act of determination, I threw back the pink, flowery duvet and swung my legs over the side of the bed, my short cotton nightie riding up almost to my waist as I swivelled round on my bare bottom. Opening the third drawer of my dresser, I rummaged beneath the clean knickers where Mike's letter was concealed and drew out a long, slim packet of pills. With my eyes on the bedroom door, I popped one into my mouth and quickly swallowed it with a sip of the slightly stale water in the glass alongside me. I hid the pills away again, remembering guiltily my secret appointment with our Doctor, his assurance that my parents would never be told why I had been to see him and the prescription I clutched in my hand as I left. 

That small but important job out of the way, I rose to my feet, my legs stiff from the previous day's exercise and stood in front of the full length mirror fastened to my wardrobe door. Turning first left then right, I smoothed down my nightie and looked at the legs revealed below. They looked long – ridiculously long and skinny too – but were still slim and soft; in need of a shave but that would be dealt with shortly. I ran my fingers over my skin as I hoped he would soon run his.

Would he still want to touch me? Slowly and properly this time in the daylight instead of the late night, unplanned, inexperienced lovemaking which was all we had managed before?

Would his broad hands cup my buttocks again, drawing my body into his?

Would his fingers squeeze my tiny boobs again, the way I loved so much?

I looked again at the clock. To my horror a full ten minutes had passed in this reverie. Pulling myself together I skipped across the landing to the bathroom and turned on the taps.

***

Half an hour later I was sitting at the kitchen table, dressed in my school uniform, pretending to eat breakfast, the plague of butterflies in my tummy replacing my normally healthy appetite. Fortunately Mum was so excited at the prospect of her son's return that she didn't notice any difference in me. As I sipped my orange juice I tried half heartedly to listen to her excited babble.

"...So I'll leave work on the dot of five to be here when he walks through the door... We've hardly heard from him the last few weeks..."

I knew the truth of that only too well. The two phone calls we had made and the single letter I had received had been totally inadequate for a love affair - but in truth were more than we had agreed.

In fact I had written to Mike at least two dozen times on pink paper with coloured pens and more love hearts than the human mind could comfortably cope with – but they were all still unposted under my mattress.

The result was that I still didn't really understand how my brother truly felt about... me... about us!

"If you see him first tell him there's juice in the fridge and plenty to make a sandwich..."

I fidgeted as Mum prattled on until it was time to catch the bus to school. I had nicked myself with the razor at least twice as I had shaved my legs in the warm bath and the moisturiser I had used was making my skin sting in a couple of places but I didn't care as long as I looked my very best for... HIM! 

***

I was used to school days passing slowly but I had never known a day drag like that Friday morning. Even the bus journey seemed twice as long as usual and as for my lessons – well I was reprimanded by my teachers three times for not paying attention.

It didn't help that my thick tights were irritating the razor nicks in my legs, constantly reminding me why I had shaved them in the first place and what might – if my dreams came true – actually happen that afternoon. 

I skipped lunch completely, much to my best friend's annoyance – she had wanted to talk about her new crush and pump me for more details of the 'M' I had doodled again that very morning but I insisted and left her sulking in the corridor as I ran to the bus stop. 

The journey home seemed even more interminable with many stops for traffic but eventually I reached our house and walked up the driveway feeling eager and excited. There was still over an hour to go before Mike's train was due to arrive and perhaps another half hour before the bus would bring him home. I swung my school bag off my shoulder and slid my key into the front door lock. I turned it and as usual the well-used door swung inwards silently. 

I stepped inside and almost immediately tripped over a large dark blue duffle bag that lay in the middle of the floor. 

To my astonishment, I realised it was Mike's bag! Mike had come home early! A mixture of excitement and fear mixed with annoyance and anxiety washed over me, my heart thumping in my chest as my brain tried to recalibrate. 

What about my plans? My new tight jeans? My new low cut top? The new underwear still hidden up in my room that I had bought in the hope he would soon see it and... maybe... remove it? 

Shit! This wasn't supposed to happen! Why on earth was he here now?

I stood still and listened. There was the sound of the back toilet flushing followed by a low sound of movement in the kitchen. He couldn't have heard me come in! There was the sound of the fridge door being opened followed by the hiss of a can of drink being popped and a chair being pulled back.

Phew! He wasn't about to come through just yet. What could I do quickly to make myself look more like I wanted him to see?

What did I look like now? 

I checked myself quickly in the long mirror just inside the front door. My heart sank. I looked like what I was - a slightly prim schoolgirl, complete with grey blazer with badge on pocket, white shirt, striped tie, grey pleated skirt – at least that was short – thick black tights, flat black shoes, no make-up, hair pulled back in a short pony tail.

I cursed the fact that, as a school prefect, I had to stick closely to the rules and couldn't even push the uniform barriers as far as wearing eye-liner or ear-rings. 

It couldn't have been much worse! How could Mike ever want someone who looked as simple and unsophisticated and immature as I did? Remembering how he had felt about me 'dressed up' when I had visited him at University, I had so wanted to look my best and sexiest when he arrived...

And now it was all going wrong and he wouldn't want me anymore! I felt tears beginning to well in my eyes as I panicked. 

Could I rush silently upstairs and get changed before he knew I was home? Was there time? No, of course there wasn't and he'd hear me anyway. 

I heard the sound of a chair scraping on the tiles and realised Mike was getting up. He was probably about to come into the hall now for his bag.

Quick! What could I do?

In panic I pulled the bobble out of my hair and tried to smooth it down over my shoulders with my hands but of course there was a kink half way down and it wouldn't lie properly. I pulled my tie off and slipped it into my pocket, hurriedly unfastening the top three buttons of my shirt in the hope that a little of my bra would be visible in the gap. It was visible – just, but I looked like I'd dressed clumsily rather than giving him the sexy glimpse of my almost non-existent cleavage I had hoped for!

The footsteps stopped and I heard the opening of the biscuit tin and the sounds of rummaging. Could I do one last thing? Was there time? 

I took the chance and, slipping off my flat shoes I raised my skirt high over my tummy and desperately pulled my ugly black tights over my knickers, down my legs and off. God alone knew how many ladders I had put into them but I screwed them into a ball and stuffed them into my other blazer pocket before slipping my shoes back onto my feet.

I was frantically smoothing my skirt back over my thighs when I heard the footsteps on the tiles begin again and the half opened kitchen door swung fully open. I turned and as fast as I could, opened the front door an inch or two before slamming it noisily closed just as Mike appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"What the?" He exclaimed, surprised.

The noise had wrong-footed him for a second, just long enough for me to try and pose a little more sexily than my clothes deserved.

"Oh it's you! Um... Hi! Surprise!" Mike stammered, seeing me just inside the door.

He sounded awkward, embarrassed and for a few moments we seemed to stare at each other as if neither of us knew what we could or should do next.

How often as a child had I looked forward to something so much and built up my expectations so high that when the reality arrived it could only be a disappointment? In the instant before Mike entered the hallway this destructive thought had flashed through my mind but the moment I set eyes on his tall, athletic body, his trained T-shirt covered chest and arms and the small firm buttocks in his new jeans, the worry disappeared.

He was every bit as drop-dead gorgeous as I remembered – possibly more so because as we looked straight at each other, his deep brown eyes were even bigger and darker than I had pictured in my fantasies, and when his face lit up like a puppy's on seeing me I felt a warm, tingling feeling in my tummy.

For the past three weeks I had imagined what it would be like when we actually met. I had worked it all out in my mind - what to wear, how to look, and above all, what to say to the boy I now realised I was in love with. But life doesn't always run to plan and when I saw him standing across the hallway my mind went blank, my knees went weak, my chest went tight making my voice, when it finally appeared, sound hard and unfriendly.

"What are you doing home now?" I asked and immediately regretted it.

In my nervousness, the words had come out hard and his expression quickly changed to one of disappointment. He stood still on the other side of the hall instead of taking me in his arms as I so wanted him to. 

"I... um... I caught an earlier train..." he stammered. "I... I thought you'd be pleased."

Oh no! I thought. I've upset him. I've ruined everything! Stupid, stupid girl!

"I AM pleased..." I hastily replied. "Really, really pleased! It's just that I wasn't expecting you and..."

My words became a babble. Mike gave me the puppy dog look again and my heart ached and tummy churned more than ever but my mouth drivelled on.

"... And I didn't want you to see me like... like this..." tears were beginning to form in my eyes. "I wanted to look... right for you and..."

The merest hint of tears did the trick. My gallant brother finally crossed the hallway and took me, his little sister in his strong arms, wrapping them around me and hugging so tightly me to his chest that I could hardly breathe. At least it stopped my talking.

"Nic..." His voice was reassuring now. "It's ok, Nic." He buried his nose in my hair. "I've missed you SO much!"

"I've missed you too..." I replied, talking to his armpit. "I'm more pleased to see you than I can say..." 

I felt him hug me even more tightly then drop his arms to my lower back, pulling my waist into his and blessedly giving me room to breathe. 

"It's just that I wanted to look right for you, not just a silly schoolgirl. I've bought a new top and new jeans and new lingerie and I wanted..."

"Shhh!" He hissed, stroking my buttocks as he squeezed me, pressing the swelling in his trousers hard into my tummy. "It's ok – no, it's great. Great to see you... and you look... really lovely!"

I didn't believe him for a minute but it was exactly the right thing for him to say.

"I was so worried when you didn't write..." He went on. "I thought you might have had regrets... changed your mind... or worst of all, started to hare me!"

"But we said we wouldn't write..." I began to protest but he cut me off.

"You said YOU wouldn't, remember?" He chided me, smiling. "I hoped when I wrote to you that you would... Well, never mind." There was relief in his voice. "Do these tears mean there really are no regrets? We're still friends? Even after... well, after all... that happened?"

In response, I raised my face to his and after three interminably long weeks, joyfully kissed the boy I had fallen in love with. It was clumsy at first, our noses colliding awkwardly but after a few giggles we seemed to simply melt into each other, mouths opening, tongues dancing over each other and along our lips and teeth with a playfulness that seemed to heighten the passion of the moment.

After a long time we had to break for air.

"I'll take that as a 'Yes' then!" Mike grinned. I kissed the end of his nose then paused as a strange look came over his face. It was a look I was to become very used to seeing but it took me a few moments to understand it this time.

"I've thought about you every day – every hour of every day..." I told him truthfully. "I've written a dozen letters but couldn't let myself post them."

He smiled and squeezed my buttocks playfully.

"You put me right off my work, you know." He chided me mockingly. "It's hard enough doing Medicine without having a distraction like you on my mind all day."

His hands fondled my buttocks again and I felt his erection growing through his jeans. I kissed him again, this time more slowly and lingeringly, mouths open, tongues active and felt his fingers walking down to the hem of my skirt. He raised it slowly until his hands were underneath and on my knickers.

"When's Mum coming home?" He whispered.

"In about an hour – maybe less. For some reason she's keen to see you." I smiled cheekily. "Not as keen as I am though!" 

"What would you have worn if you'd had the chance to change?" He asked, his face a picture of innocence which didn't fool me for a second.

"Would you... would you like to... to see the clothes I bought?" I asked, looking him straight in his dark eyes, meaning exactly what I knew he wanted it to mean. "They're in my room."

"Maybe... Maybe..."

Without another word, Mike took me by the hand and led me upstairs, across the landing and into my bedroom. It was untidy – I had planned to clear up after changing but at that moment I didn't care. Once in the room he turned me to face him and took each of my hands in his.

"Shall we close the curtains?" I asked. He shook his head.

"It would look suspicious if Mum came back. Besides I want to see you properly now I've finally got you to myself."

"You'd like me more if I'd had a chance to change..." I protested. "I'm eighteen now and shouldn't have to wear this... stuff!" I tugged at my uniform in disgust.

Mike just smiled.

"Have you any idea how long I've dreamed of doing this?" He interrupted, slipping my school blazer off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. 

"Of doing what?" I asked in as grown-up a voice as I could manage.

"Of slowly undressing..." He replied, his hands on the waistband of my skirt, unfastening the clasp and lowering the side zipper. 

"My sexy little sister..." 

"I'm not so little..." I protested feebly but he just ignored me.




University Challenge 03



He eased the skirt over my skinny hips and let it fall to my ankles.

"In her goody two shoes school uniform..."

For a moment I felt embarrassed, standing before him in my horribly unsexy, over-sized, white school knickers with the darkness of my pubic hair clearly visible through the thin cotton. I made a foolish attempt at hiding it with my hands but Mike pulled my wrists away.

"Don't, Nic..." He whispered. "You're beautiful. Just as I imagined."

We kissed long and deep again as his fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, slowly opening the front then slipping it over my shoulders to join my blazer on the floor. He hugged me to his chest again, my naked tummy pressed against his T shirt.

"Wonderful breasts..." He murmured, his palms on my warm cups, feeling my hardening nipples through the thin material.

And then I found that my own hands had moved to his belt and I was clumsily undoing the buckle, then popping open the button on his waist band. The zipper proved more difficult for me but very soon Mike's jeans were around his ankles and I could see and feel the huge swelling in his underpants as he kicked them away. 

"Come on Nic..." He spoke softly, taking my hand as, treading my discarded skirt underfoot, I silently let him lead me to my unmade bed where he pulled my new duvet – the first I had ever had – off the divan and onto the floor. 

Our lips met again and we explored each other's mouths for a long time, his coarse, hairy thighs pressed against the sensitive skin of my freshly shaved legs. He smelled musky and masculine as his hands slipped inside my knickers to fondle and squeeze my bare buttocks. I pressed myself against his thigh, parting my legs slightly to heighten the friction between his leg and my moistening vulva.

The next thing I knew, the two of us were lying on the bed, locked together in full length embrace, our hips grinding against each other through our underwear. Mike's cock was fully erect, sticking ludicrously out of the top of his briefs; I could feel its firm length and its heat against my belly. His hands were still inside my knickers, his fingers running up and down the crack between my buttocks then delving deep between them and toying with my swelling slit from behind.

"Mmmm" I purred into his open mouth, automatically wriggling my hips against his fingers.

Memories of the extraordinary pleasure his magic hands had brought that night in his room flooded in on me as the same hot tingling feeling began to return to my body. I was still far too inexperienced to know what to do for him in return and dimly resolved to be as co-operative and compliant a lover as I could be – and to learn as fast as I could.

Seconds later I was on my back and his surprisingly deft fingers had unfastened and removed my bra. His hot mouth was on my nipples, first one then the other, nipping and sucking as his fingers ran up and down my slit, toying with my swelling clitoris with each stroke before diving deep into my vagina. 

The tingling in my lower belly had grown to a hot throb and I could smell my arousal in the air, although in my naiveté I scarcely recognised the aroma for what it was.

"Oh Mike... " I gasped. "Oh that's good..."

The tingle grew stronger and stronger as Mike's fingers worked their magic between my opening thighs, from my hugely swollen clitoris to the depths of my wet passage beneath. I began to pant and writhe under his touch, my hands stroking, grabbing then scratching his muscular chest and shoulders, in total submission to his touch.

Then, just when I felt an orgasm beginning to build, his fingers left my vulva and his mouth left my boobs, for a second leaving me feeling puzzled. He sat back quickly on his knees pulled his T shirt up over his head and off, revealing the slim, fit, trained body underneath. 

"Christ! You're beautiful Nic!" He said, reaching down and stroking my lower belly with his fingers. 

I stroked his muscular chest with its sparse downy hair in silent reply. He squeezed my fingertips then shuffled his briefs over his tight buttocks and down his powerful legs – legs that had lain between my own spread thighs as he had taken me for the first time on the mattress in his room.

His body now naked, Mike quickly sat up on the bed and reached into the back pocket of his jeans which were still in a rumpled pile on the floor. He pulled out his wallet and, opening it, extracted a slim, square plastic envelope with familiar writing on the side.

I sat up abruptly and laid my hands on his as he made to tear it open.

"There's no need....any more." I blushed bright red as he looked into my eyes in astonishment. "I've....sorted it."

"You've gone on the pill?" He asked, staring at me in astonishment. I nodded, still embarrassed, taking the unopened condom from his hands and throwing it on the bedroom floor.

"And you did it... Just for me? For us?" I nodded again, blushing deeply.

"I went to the clinic... Since we last.... Since I....." 

"Nic, you are just amazing... That's so sexy!"His eyes were sparkling and I felt warm all over, knowing I had done the right thing for both of us. "Now let's get rid of these stupid things..."

He knelt over me and took the sides of my knickers in his hands. I lifted up my bottom a little to allow him to slide the horrid piece of clothing down and away, its gusset now dark with my copious moisture. Now as naked as he was, Mike kissed me again, his mouth firmly on mine; his tongue in my mouth, anxiously seeking mine, our bodies pressed skin to skin from head to toe. 

His erection now huge was pressed firmly into my belly as I spread my legs, opening myself almost obscenely for him, wanting him to take me.

"Are you sure? Are you ready?" He smiled. I smiled back and nodded.

Mike's fit, lithe body loomed over me, the muscles on his strong, athletic chest and arms merely inches above my face, his flat belly hard as a board. I willed my body to melt for him, to moisten quickly, to open like a flower as I felt the soft, round head of his cock gently probe my vulva, seeking an entrance.

"Ouch" I yelped as after a few sharp stabs he struck my swollen clitoris.

I reached down and gasped as my fingers found his hot, silky smooth shaft. I had forgotten its firmness, its length, its girth and the thought of this pole of muscle entering my skinny body again – and the incredible sensations it had brought the last time - both excited and terrified me at the same time.

I carefully directed its smooth end towards my opening, telling myself silently over and over that it would be all right; that he had taken me twice before; that it had been amazing; that it was what I wanted more than anything else in the world.

Suddenly his rounded head found its target, parting my inner lips and with a small thrust from his hips, forced itself part way into my tight passage. It felt huge – bigger than I remembered from our first and only night together – but perhaps that time Max's half penetration had loosened me more than I realised. 

"Uhh! Oh Mike..."

A small choking sound passed my lips as my body willingly stretched to accommodate the invading shaft, my chest tight with love, lust and a little fear.

"Ahh. Ahh!"

He pressed a little harder and penetrated me further then paused. I felt my body trying to adjust to his huge presence – surely he must be fully in me by now. But no! A small squeal escaped my lips as, with a slight frown of determination, Mike's powerful leg muscles contracted and his long strong cock was thrust deep into my body. 

Hearing my soft cry, he paused, half buried in my flesh.

"Are you ok Nic? Did I hurt you?" He asked with genuine concern.

I felt small teardrops running from the corner of my eye as I shook my head. It had hurt, but it was a good hurt! He pulled back just a little, his buttocks contracted again...

And then he was there inside me – all of him – his wonderful cock buried deep in my body, his tip pressing against the entrance to my womb; his slim masculine hips forcing my legs even wider apart, spreading me open; making my hips ache; the thick base of his erection stretching me almost painfully. 

It had happened!

"Oh my GODDD!" I gasped, my chest tight with passion. "You're so big..."

For a split second we stared wide eyed at each other, my brother's cock buried deep my vagina, as true realisation struck. This was no unplanned act of passion. This was... what we both wanted and needed.

"And you're so tight, Nic. Jesus you're tight!"

I looked up into his strong face anxiously seeking reassurance. I saw a little fear, rather less bewilderment but... a great deal of lust.

"Please!" I whispered. "Be gentle!" It sounds clichéd now but at the time I was still a little scared and meant it.

"I promise. I promise."

He smiled down at me and I felt his long, powerful cock being slowly withdrawn from my body until only its head stretched my inner lips, almost teasing me. Then without warning it was slammed back into me again until his pubic hair ground roughly against mine.

I squealed aloud, eyes wide with surprise and shock, my fingers grabbing at his shoulders; my legs spread impossibly wide, forced apart by his powerful thighs. An animal feeling within me wanted this man to love me, have me, take me and, yes, to fill me...

"Did it hurt?" He asked, concerned.

"Mmmm" I nodded, "I mean No... Oh Mike... "

Then with his handsome face merely inches above mine, Michael began to take me passionately, thrusting himself into me over and over again with increasing force. I willed my inexperienced body to open for him, inviting him deeper and deeper into me as if this was what I had craved most of my life. 

Perhaps I had, because to my amazement my body began to respond in a new and wonderful way. A warm glow beginning in my lower belly seemed to spread out through my tummy and down into my groin as Mike thrust himself smoothly and rhythmically into me.

If I had thought the feeling of simply having him inside me had been amazing, this new sensation was breathtaking. I heard my own breathing grow louder as the glow grew stronger, moving upwards into my chest and tightening around my belly.

"Oh yes..." I whispered. "Oh that's good... What's... What's happening?"

I looked into his big deep brown eyes and saw the smile in them then felt his thrusting quicken.

"Jesus!" I gasped again. 

"Are you ok?" He croaked, his voice slightly anxious, slowing down his strokes.

"God yes... please don't... don't stop..."

He smiled and began his steady thrusting again. Immediately the glow inside me grew stronger still and something strange and new began to happen in my groin as my vulva became more sensitive than I had ever imagined. With every stroke I felt the ridges on his cock clearly as it passed through my tightly stretched inner lips. He thrust faster and more powerfully, driving my skinny body higher up the bed.

"Oh my..."

With a suddenness that took me totally by surprise, the glow within me grew almost instantly into a wave of heat that washed through my body as my first small wave of orgasm overtook me. Small it might have been compared with what was to come but it was my first and its intensity made my whole body shake.

"Nnnngghhhh!"

My mouth uttered incoherent noises but Mike seemed to understand every grunt. His pace quickened again and a second then a third wave overtook me, each stronger than the last.

"Mmmmmnnnnnnhhhh"

No amount of fiddling between my legs on his bed had come close to giving me the feelings that simply overwhelmed me now as my brother's cock slammed into my body. Nothing I had encountered in my short life had made me feel within a mile of the way I felt at that moment as my first ever full sex orgasm overpowered and shook my whole body.

I cried out loud, I begged him to stop; I begged him to keep on forever. I thought I would never breathe again; I thought I would surely wet myself, so intense were the wave after wave of climax that pulsed through my body. 

And then as his strokes grew even faster, I saw a look of pure hard lust flashed across his face, frightening me for an instant and he began to thrust in hard, short, sharp, powerful strokes. Still overwhelmed by the force of my first real orgasm I felt helpless under his beautiful body and looked deep into his eyes as he thrust into me. 

Suddenly I felt a wave of tension pass through his body and his rhythm broke, his back stiffened, his cock pulsed randomly deep within me and I felt the unfamiliar but unmistakeable feeling of my sweet, sweet brother beginning to climax inside me.

"Yesss.. Oh Jesus yes!" 

He gasped as his body shook and the spasms of his ejaculation overtook him. In a series of wild, erratic, uncontrolled thrusts his body began to empty itself into mine, filling me with his semen in hard, random pulses of his cock deep within me, my fuddled brain half registered that with no Durex, his sperm were actually cascading against my cervix for the first time.

It felt simply amazing – like nothing I had ever felt before even in his University room – and I glowed with pleasure, pleased beyond reason that I had been brave enough to go 'on the pill' in time and seen the incredible effect it could have on my beloved brother. Perhaps I wasn't as clumsy and useless in bed as I had feared.

Eventually his spasms eased and his body became still. A few minutes later his erection began to fade within me and I felt what was to become the familiar sensation of fullness starting to dissipate. Mike held himself over me, his softening cock still within me, small drops of sweat falling from his forehead onto my face. 

He was smiling, his pupils wider than I had ever seen them. I wanted to lick them - to fall bodily into their deep pools. 

"Wow! Nic! That was... you were... amazing!" He paused. "Are you ok?"

Words couldn't explain how I felt at that moment, having just had my first proper orgasm, lying there with my first proper lover's semen inside me. I nodded and croaked:

"It was... Oh my God! You're so good at it..."

His smiled broadened and I felt his cock slip from me. Instinctively I pressed my knees together as he rolled onto the bed alongside and we lay in silence for a while, staring at the ceiling, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I rested my head against his shoulder and he took my hand in his, our fingers intertwined.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." Mikes' voice was soft and dreamy as of still stunned by his climax.

"Me too. For three long weeks!" I agreed, expecting confirmation from Mike.

He chuckled. "Nah! Much longer!"

"What do you mean?" I asked, rolling onto my side to look at him. "Tell me..."

"I mean I've dreamed of slowly stripping you out of your school uniform and fu... making love with you on your bed ever since... well... long enough!"

It should have shocked me but for some reason it didn't.

"I had no idea." I replied truthfully.

He laughed. "Well I wasn't going to go round letting everyone think I had a crush on my little sister." He thought for a moment. "I think all brothers feel a bit like that about their sisters – watching them, spying..."

"Spying?" I laughed. "Did you spy on me?"

"Maybe... maybe not..." He teased infuriatingly. "I plead the fifth!"

"Cheeky Sod!" I laughed and punched him in the shoulder with my free hand. It was a pathetic, girly punch.

"Cheeky am I?" He snorted and began to tickle me in response, his hands all over my tummy, armpits and of course my boobs which responded by firming again as I rolled from side to side, giggling loudly, joyfully naked in a tangle of bodies on my bed, enjoying any excuse to touch and get close to each other again. 

"You do realise we never actually talked properly before coming to bed." He said once the tickling and giggling had finally died down. "I suppose that says a lot in itself."

"I suppose so." I agreed. It had never crossed my mind to argue when Mike had taken my hand and led me upstairs, not for a second.

"So are we 'An Item' now? Are we boyfriend and girlfriend? Or are we just lovers when we have the chance."

To be honest at that moment I think I would have taken any relationship with my brother that was on offer and been grateful for it. Certainly I would have accepted anything that promised more of the incredible lovemaking I had just experienced. But something within me told me that whatever decision I made then would shape the rest of my life.

"What do YOU want from... from me... from us?" I asked him softly.

He breathed out noisily and stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment.

"I think... I know... I want to try and make a go of it - the whole boyfriend and girlfriend relationship thing. I want to take you on dates, to the pub, on holidays, I want you to stay with me at Uni... the whole shebang! I'm crazy about you, Nic!"

He waited anxiously for a response from me but hearing none, carried on.

"But... If it's not what you want then we can just keep it physical, if that's what you'd prefer. You're wonderful in bed, you know Nic?" I glowed again with pleasure on hearing these words. "But I think we deserve better than that. I think we could make it work – if we're really careful."

My head, already dizzy from my unfamiliar orgasm, now span faster with the implications of his words. Beyond seeing him again, being with him again and to be honest having sex with him again, I hadn't really considered the full implication of what we had started.

His fingers stroked my tummy as he talked and continued over my chest and boobs as I lay there, wondering what on earth to say or do. 

Could we really have a proper girlfriend and boyfriend relationship? 

It couldn't be a normal one, that's for certain... 

But if we were both going to Uni we'd be apart for a lot of the time anyway... 

And he WAS so very very gorgeous... 

And I DID love him so much... 

And we'd just made love better than I had ever imagined possible...

Oh God! I wanted to make it work with him. I really, really wanted to!

I felt his fingers running gently through my hair and turned to face him. 

"Ok." I said smiling. "Let's give it a try!"

"You're priceless Nic!" He replied, rising on his elbows so that his head was above mine.

He pecked me on the lips. I returned his peck. He kissed me gently. I kissed him firmly and felt the heat of his body rising above mine once again. Without thinking my knees parted and I felt his strong, hairy thighs moving between my skinny legs.

We kissed again, his body lying on mine, his weight crushing my hips and boobs as his hardening cock began to tickle high up in the smooth, sensitive part of my thighs, just below my swollen pink vulva.

"Mmmm. That' feels nice." I whispered when our mouths parted for breath.

He began to rock himself gently against me, each movement making his erection bigger and harder and rubbing more closely against my upper thighs and outer lips. I spread my legs further and his smooth end slipped into my wet slit, moving rhythmically up and down from my opening to my clitoris.

"Oh Mike..." I breathed, stroking his back with my fingers from his powerful shoulders to his tight buttocks, which tensed as my fingers reached them, forcing his cock a little harder against my vulva and parting my inner lips...

"Do you want to... again?" He asked, taking his weight on his arms and rearing up over me. There was only one answer.

"Oh Yes... Yes please... But I'm a bit sore..." I replied in time with his rocking movements and the easing of his head into my slit.

His buttocks immediately tightened again beneath my fingers and his smooth rounded head popped between my tight inner lips and into my vagina making me gasp.

He held himself still, his cock half way into my body.




University Challenge 03



"Nicola! Will you go out with me?" He grinned, thrusting himself a little deeper, making my back arch with pleasure.

"Mmmm. I'd love... love to... Michael... Now stop teasing me!"

He slid his full length into me until his pubic hair ground against mine. Once again I felt full, warm, helpless...

And then the unmistakeable sound of a car door slamming sounded through the window. It was close, loud and very familiar.

"Christ!" I exclaimed, panicking. "It's Mum." 

"Shit! Shit!" Mike panicked, jumping up from the bed, pulling his cock roughly from my vagina. 

I yelped in surprise and pushed him away from me, leaping out of the rumpled bed and running towards the door where I grabbed the white fluffy bathrobe that hung there and pulled it on. I hurriedly tied it around my waist as I turned wild-eyed towards Mike who was desperately trying to pull on his tangled clothes.

It would have been funny if the risks hadn't been so great. I put my ear to the door and listened to the distinctive sound of a key being put into the latch.

"She's coming in now!" I hissed.

"Stall her!" Mike growled back, his trousers stubbornly wrapped around his knees.

"I'll try!" I said, then waited a few seconds before tugging open the door and stepping out onto the landing, closing the door quietly but very firmly behind me.

Mum was three quarters up the stairs when I reached her.

"Hi Mum!" I gasped, breathless. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Is Michael back already? I see his bag's in the hall." She asked. "I thought his train arrived at six. I was going to meet him."

"He's just gone to the corner shop for razor blades. I missed him too - there was a note on the table. I'm sure he'll be back soon Mum." I said excessively loudly, hearing soft low noises from the direction of my room - like a window being opened. 

Mum looked disappointed not to have been there to welcome her son home.

"I suppose I couldn't have got away early today anyway." She pondered. "It's a shame he had to come back to an empty house."

She looked at me with a slightly puzzled air.

"Anyway, what have you been doing? You look rather flushed."

My skin prickled with embarrassment as I realised what I must look like so soon after our lovemaking. In horror I wondered whether she could smell sex on me too – I knew I could.

"I've been for a run. I was just going for a shower." I replied, begging her to believe me.

Mum didn't say anything for a moment and in the brief silence I was dimly aware that the noises from my room had stopped. I remembered how Mike used to climb up onto the garage roof, then in through my bedroom window when he was younger and had either locked himself out or didn't want Mum and Dad to know what time he had come home. I assumed he was now doing that journey in reverse and hoped to God that he had heard enough to play along with me when he did put in an appearance.

"Well before you go to the bathroom." Mum said cheerfully. "Just make me a quick cup of tea while I unpack the shopping. We can wait for Michael together."

We went downstairs together and carried the bulging shopping bags into the kitchen then I filled the kettle and switched it on while Mum began to busy herself with the groceries.

"You'll be pleased to see him." She said casually. "It's nice how the two of you have got so much closer recently after so many years of squabbling."

I felt stunned and looked into my Mum's eyes for warning signs but there were none. It was amazing how much she noticed sometimes and how little she realised at others. 

"He'll be able to tell you even more what it's all about. After all, this time next year you'll both be away at college."

"I know." I replied. "It scares me a bit sometimes; leaving home."

"What about me?" She asked, smiling. "It will leave me and your father alone together in this house! All the time!" We both laughed. "You'll enjoy it, really. I remember when I went off to Uni at your age...." She began.

But suddenly I wasn't listening. To my absolute horror, I felt a trickle of something beginning to run down the inside of my thigh; something warm and sticky. 

Oh God! It was Mike's semen running out of me. Not using a condom meant it was all still inside me, or at least it had been. I was so inexperienced that it had never even crossed my mind that all that gooey mess within me had to go somewhere when I stood up. After all, our only other couplings had been either with a Durex or else he had pulled out just in time.

".....and there was always some argument about whose turn it was to clean the bathroom....." Mum went on. I looked anxiously at the door. I couldn't leave while she was talking; the rudeness would be so out of character that Mum would be immediately suspicious. 

".....we could never manage to get up in time for nine o'clock tutorials.....

Oh no! The trickle had reached half way down my thigh. Jesus! How much of it was there?

"....But we never allowed our boyfriends to sleep over......."

The thin trickle had just reached the back of my knee when, through the kitchen window, I saw Mike approaching the back door. 

Rescue! 

But to my frustration he paused and appeared to check his appearance in the door's glass panel as a second trickle began to run down my other thigh. 

Mike! Hurry up! I silently pleaded, before with a look of resolution, he finally turned the handle and pushed it open.

"Mike!" I screamed and hurried to hug him. "Give me a hug!" I said, flinging my arms around his neck as if I had not seen him for nearly three months rather than ten minutes. 

"You've been for razor blades." I whispered in his ear as I hugged him.

The sight of her beloved son arriving home had stopped Mum's story in its tracks. 

"Come on Nicola." She scolded. "You've had your hug. It's my turn now!" Almost pushing me aside, she hugged him tightly, bombarding him with questions about his journey and his first term, giving him little opportunity to answer one question before the next was fired across.

Behind them, I switched the kettle on again and slipped quietly from the room as Mum fussed over Michael. This time I was pleased he was getting all the attention instead of me. I ran stiff legged across the hallway and upstairs to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

Minutes later as the warm water washed away the sticky evidence of our incestuous liaison, I felt overcome with emotion. My brother still felt the same. He still loved me – and in THAT way too! 

I had a boyfriend!

***

And so our Christmas holiday began – and it was the best Christmas ever!

For that first weekend we were like kids with a new toy. It was impossible to be in the same house as each other without constantly trying to get away together, either going out somewhere secluded where we could kiss in the open or walk holding hands, or of course escaping to our rooms for more kissing, cuddling and if possible, lovemaking. 

It was fortunate that Mum and Dad were out doing so much Christmas shopping over the weekend which gave us more opportunities to be together. We took maximum advantage of these opportunities to the point where by Sunday evening we were almost too sore to make love any more.

Almost but not quite!

Of course, we being students, Mum and Dad didn't expect either of us to get up as early as they did and expected us to 'sleep in' each morning. In fact, Mike and I were usually both awake quite early and as soon as we heard Mum & Dad's car leaving the driveway, would go to each other's rooms and snuggle together, mostly in my bed which was a double, and do what newly-in-love couples usually do.

And the more we made love, the more we got used to each other's bodies and the better it became.

***

The following week was still a school week for me which meant we could only be together in the evenings. What made it even harder was that I still had coursework deadlines to meet and had to work several hours a day after school. Often the only way to be together was for Mike to sneak into my room after midnight when we were sure our parents were asleep. 

It was so difficult being quiet when his body was doing such amazing things to mine, making me feel so incredibly good! I went around all week with teeth marks in my thumbs and lips bitten sore from trying to stifle my moans and squeals.

After that messy first time, we started spreading towels over the bed sheets to avoid leaving tell-tale stains for Mum to find when she did the laundry. If either of us had started washing our sheets ourselves it would have attracted some unwanted attention and perhaps a few awkward questions.

But then my term finally ended and for two blissful weeks our holidays overlapped. For the first time in my life I had a real, on-going boyfriend who I wanted to be with as much as possible. 

It was soon apparent that living in the same house as my brother and lover was going to be just as problematic as it was convenient; our parents always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and there was always the risk of being overheard. We spent a lot of time out; Mike drove us in Mum's car to the most romantic places our city and countryside could offer in winter and we invented trips with friends to the pub and cinema so we could be together in private on our 'dates'. 

For the first time in my life, I found I wanted Christmas Eve and Christmas Day to be over as quickly as possible. Up till then I had loved having my Uncles, Aunts, Cousins and Grandparents around for the festive season – and all the attention I used to get from them - but now having a busy house full of relations completely prevented any chance Mike and I might have had to be intimate together in either of our rooms.

On the positive side, to this day I'm convinced that this constraint on our early days together saved us from the disaster of being discovered by Mum and Dad before our relationship had really started. We were so 'loved up' that the risk of recklessness was never far away. 

By forcing us to plan and take our time, it allowed our relationship to mature and develop and, though we didn't realise it at the time, shape the rest of our lives.