14 comments/ 35627 views/ 50 favorites Doing My Brother By: BrettJ I looked at the view of Manhattan from my luxurious apartment and took it all in. I had made it, I'd hit the big time. Every time I enjoyed the skyline, I was reminded of my accomplishments. As I had so often done before, I went to reach for a cigarette. I stopped myself as I had made a promise to Keith that I would quit. Oh, the things we do for those we love. Fortunately, I didn't promise him that I would quit drinking, so I poured myself a large tumbler of Bourbon and reflected on the events of the last six months. Keith is my brother and he had come to stay with me due to unpleasant familial circumstances. Our parents are finally drying out after years of drunken and irresponsible behavior. Let me be clear - I love them, but realized 5 years ago that I had to cut ties to save my sanity. I moved to Manhattan and became a successful broker on Wall Street. I know that my striking good looks are very good for business. As I near the age of 30, I'm proud to say that I can easily pass for younger. I'm 6'1" tall - yes, you read that correctly - and my hair is jet black. My measurements are 36DD-27-38 so I certainly stand out in a crowd. My lifestyle affords me anything I want and I go to the gym religiously. I also firmly believe that regular sexual activity has kept me looking young and feeling healthy. I'm not monogamous and have had several lovers, of both sexes. I don't discriminate; I love the pounding I can get from a hard cock and the warm, sensual embrace of another woman. Of course, whenever I can manage it, I enjoy both. I was a very successful, happy individual and living the life I wanted when I got a call from my parents' attorney. He told me the story about them drying out and wishing to make amends for their past behaviors. They had gifted me with a rather large stipend, although I really didn't need nor want their money. I discovered that there was one condition attached to it. I could have refused, as I didn't really need the money, but I was pleased that my parents had finally made the decision to get sober. I truly hoped that they would stay that way. I had always hoped that one day; we could mend fences and be a family again. I was also quite curious as to what the condition might be. As it turned out, the condition was that my brother Keith came to live with me in the city. Keith is my younger brother by 9 years, a "surprise" baby for our mother. He's a well-mannered young man who has done very well in school and he is one of the reasons my parents made the decision to get sober. Keith decided that he would like to attend university and then, medical school with the choice of becoming a doctor. Both of our parents wanted to be sober so that they could live to see him graduate. I thought that it was a bit ironic, as now my brother could claim he had already saved two lives. I was very proud of my kid brother. It couldn't have been easy living with those two and maintaining the GPA he did. I agreed to let him come and stay with me while he attended university. I have 4 nice-sized bedrooms and he could have one of those. As for my rather flamboyant lifestyle, I would explain that to him as well. If he decided that he would rather live elsewhere, we had more than enough money to find him a decent apartment and I would be able to keep a watchful eye over him. What I mean by "flamboyant" is this - I often entertain guests and throw several parties per year. The drink flows and soon after, clothes are often discarded and the parties become a bit more - intense. I don't hold myself back and am almost always a very willing participant. Often, I'm the center of attention as I do tend to stand out in a crowd. I had no intention of slowing down simply because my brother was going to be here. If this made him uncomfortable, he could choose to leave for the night or he could find another place to live. I work very hard but I am sensible enough to know that I need an equitable balance in my life. I play just as hard as I work. It keeps the stressors out of my life. I knew Keith might be a bit shocked, so when he arrived, I would lay it all out for him and let him decide what he wanted to do. As it turned out, my brother was thrilled to have a chance to live in the city. When I told him about the parties, he had a reaction that I hadn't anticipated. Perhaps the reason for that was his being my brother. Had I told any other living, breathing male about my little bacchanals, I would have seen it coming. I explained to him in entirety about my soirees and left no details out. His dark brown eyes widened and he smiled as he said "Oh Julie, those sound so cool! Can I come?" Why hadn't I foreseen that? Of course he would want to attend! Lots of people would give up all sorts of things to attend one of my functions. They are attended by sexy, infamous people of both genders looking to have a good time. I always have them catered, so there is food and drink abundant. Keith was a handsome young man and I am sure with his good looks, he was popular with the young ladies back home. Dress him right and he would be very popular with the ladies here as well. Despite all of that, I still didn't want him attending these parties and doing something foolish, thus, embarrassing me. I also wondered if he might also have inherited our parents' love for alcohol. I love my brother, but I also value the connections I have made and my reputation. What to do, what to do? I hadn't given my answer as yet and I looked over at my gorgeous kid brother. He looked a bit dejected and I felt sorry for him. He was as attractive as most of the men who attend my parties, he just wasn't worldly or urbane. If he had a bit of seasoning, I would most definitely have invited him. He would have been a hit with several of the ladies. "I really have to think about this," I answered him with full candor. "I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable around some of my friends. I wouldn't want you to make some silly mistake and be embarrassed." I also underscored the fact that I wouldn't want him embarrassing me and causing a dent in my social status. I had worked very hard to get where I am today. I thought long and hard about the situation and then, I got an idea. I hire several attractive young "servers" to help out at my soirees. Each of them is paid very handsomely and they are allowed - encouraged is more like it - to mingle with the guests. I decided that I would let Keith work as a server and he could earn some extra money that way. He would also meet some attractive women and be able to participate at some point. I put in a call to my friend Jamie. She always helps me with fine-tuning the parties. I have almost no secrets from Jamie. I told her about my plan and we conversed for a little while. "I'll be there as soon as I can catch a cab," Jamie told me. She's a trust fund baby and doesn't need to work. In order for my plan to come to fruition, I would need Julie's full cooperation. Jamie arrived about 30 minutes later, looking gorgeous as ever. We kissed the way we always do, tongues mingling and passions tingling. I've made love to Jamie on several occasions and I never tire of looking at her slender, silky-smooth body and beautiful blue eyes. Had I not a purpose in mind for her visit, I likely would have taken her to bed right there and then. I wonder what Keith would have done as he heard his older sister sexing it up with a hot, honeyed blonde? I had decided to confess my bi-sexuality to him to avoid any future complications. Still, to actually see it up close and personal is a different thing altogether. "So, you'd like me to train your brother so he can attend one of our little functions, hmm?" Jamie smiled at me. The training would be rigorous and intense, but if anyone could do it, Julie could. "Do you think he's a virgin?" I shook my head. "Not looking the way he does," I answered. "I'm sure there are a lot of girls back home lining up to screw him. He's attractive and well-mannered, so unless he planned to save himself ..." I snickered "... he's been around the track a time or two." Jamie looked at me with a grin on her face. "Have we been checking out our brother, Julie dear?" I sighed. "Not really, but he IS hard to miss. He's a tall young man with broad shoulders and muscles. Even I'm not totally immune to someone like that. With proper training, he'll be the hit of the next party." "You know how - intense - my training sessions can be." I nodded. "I do and I want him rigorously trained," I told Jamie. "I want him to be a super-stud, the kind of lover that women desire. I want him to become a stallion and live up to his full potential. When he starts university in a few months, I want those hot little coeds to be throwing themselves at his feet." Jamie grinned and commented "I'd have to be here night and day for that." "This place is huge, I have plenty of room if you want to stay," I said. "I'll pay any price you ask, just ..." Jamie waved her hand. "Oh darling girl, do not be gauche. I don't do this for the money; I have more of that than I will ever need. I do it for the challenge and the fun of breaking in new, young lovers. I'm up for it if he is. Where is our new recruit?" I called for Keith and he came out of his room. One look at Jamie was all that he needed and why not? Her short blue mini was almost indecent and she had on 5-inch stiletto heels. Everything she wore was designed to showcase that marvelous, toned and tanned body that I knew so intimately. "Close your mouth Keith, it isn't polite to stare," Jamie instructed him from the get-go. "I am flattered by the attention, of course. So, you do find me attractive?" Keith was a bit taken back that Jamie knew who he was, but he did manage a nod. "That's good, as we will be working closely together. I will let your sister explain what I mean by that. Julie, in which room will I be staying?" I pointed to the guest bedroom, which was right beside mine on one side and Keith's on the other. Without even giving my brother a chance to recover, she poked him in the chest and told him "Meet me there in 20 minutes, no earlier, no later. Don't be late! Punctuality is a virtue!" With that, she turned on a silver-tipped heel and walked sensually towards her room. My poor brother was still at a loss as to what was going on around here. "Uh, I think I missed something," Keith looked at the room and then, back at me. "Jules, would you care to explain?" "IF you still want to attend my next function, I'm going to let you," I said to him. "However, it will be under my conditions and that's where Julie comes in." I told him why Julie was there and his face went through the gamut of expressions. When I finished, he was shaking his head in disbelief. "Okay, let me see if I have this straight. I get to attend your party, wear a nice tuxedo, mingle with hot women AND I get paid?" He asked. I nodded yes and Keith shook his head again. "PLUS I get to fuck the hot blonde in the guest room?" Once more I told him yes. "Wow, that's a great arrangement, except I sorta already know how to fuck a girl. I haven't exactly been celibate back home," he concluded. "That is precisely the point, in a nutshell," I said to Keith. "You've been fucking girls, younger women. You likely don't have a lot of finesse. Jaime is going to put you through your paces and when she is done with you, you'll be able to lure any woman you desire into bed and pleasure her with style. You'll be quite the cocksman, let me assure you." Keith still wasn't sure, but I noticed the time and shoved him towards the bedroom. "You heard what Jamie said," I told him. "Don't keep the lady waiting." I will admit to being a bit jealous of Jamie. I myself wanted to be the first person Keith fucked. Oh, I know what you're thinking, but we're all adults and these are modern times. You would be surprised if you knew how many people had experienced or fantasized about incestuous relationships. I have no qualms about the wrong or right about sex between members of the same family. Why should I? My brother is gorgeous and I wanted him, incest be damned! However, I am wise enough to know that he would benefit from Jamie's tutelage and when I finally did fuck him, he would give me a really good ride. I was very tempted to go in and watch the proceedings. Part of the reason I host these little shindigs is that I am quite the voyeur. I love watching people fuck almost as much as I love fucking. I wondered how far they had gotten and I had to pour myself a drink to take my mind off of what was going on in the guest room. Before I knew what had happened, I had poured 3 very large, stiff drinks and nearly 45 minutes had passed before a barely-dressed Julie came out to join me. "What's the verdict?" I asked her. Jamie motioned for me to pour her a drink which I did. Lifting it to her lips, she smiled. "Well, let me sum it up for you. The boy has potential. He does have endurance, I'll give him that. He's not at all threatened by an aggressive woman and he does pay attention in bed," she told me. "Go on, please." Jamie smiled as she knew I realized she had a "but" coming. "He doesn't have much grace in the bedroom and he isn't much for foreplay. That might be fine for all of those adorable young coeds he's been banging, but it won't play in our crowd. He also needs to learn to mix it up a little and to pace himself. I know I can bring him up to speed, if that's what you want me to do. Is it?" I smiled and Jamie knew she had her answer. "You're going to fuck him yourself, aren't you?" She asked. I leaned forward and kissed Jamie, hoping for a trace of my brother's cum on her soft, full lips. No such luck! "You know me too well," I chuckled as our lips parted. "Can you blame me?" Jamie shook her head as she looked at me. "Not for a minute. I'm make sure he's ready for you, baby. He will be the stud of your dreams by the time I get through with him." "I'm sure he will," I said to her. "I have the utmost confidence in you and your abilities." We all had a nice dinner together and you would have thought we were just 3 friends sharing a meal, not three perverts about to undergo life-altering moments. Julie went to bed early, but not before instructing my brother to come to her room at 11 PM sharp and to bring wine. I stayed up and watched some television, keeping a mindful eye on the clock. When the news came on, I went to Jamie's room. The door was mostly open, so I looked to see what I could. I got an eyeful! To begin with, my brother was really HUNG! He had to be at least 8 inches and the girth was impressive. Jamie was stroking him with her hands as if she was taking measurement. "You've got a nice cock here, Keith," I could hear her say. "I'm going to teach you how to really use it to get a woman off." "I haven't had any complaints, Jamie," my brother replied. "You should call me Miss Jamie when we're like this," Jamie corrected him. "Of course you haven't had complaints; you've been screwing young coeds with little or no experience. That won't be what goes on at Julie's functions. To begin with, you need to be a bit more vocal. A woman likes to hear that she's pleasing the man." Keith was paying attention, I'll give him that. Jamie started to go down on his massive cock and he told her how much he liked it and how soft and hot her lips were. She went up and down like she wanted his cum, which I'm sure she did. When Keith finally did shoot his load, it was a nice amount. I wished I could have been there to share it with her, but this was her show and I was only observing. She looked across the room and winked. The little bitch knew I was watching and had likely left her door open on purpose! Jamie's big blue eyes were open wide as she sucked on my brother's cock. She was using her long blonde hair to tantalize him as she sucked on it, letting it trail over his body to tease him. To be sure, he couldn't ignore the 34DD tits that were near his face and of course, Jamie wasn't going to let those go to waste. She gave him a vigorous titty fucking before letting him cum all over her luscious tits. I was so tempted to run in and join them, but I stayed put and enjoyed the show that Jamie was providing for me. She flashed him a million-dollar smile with lots of pearly-white teeth. "Now baby, it's time for you to do for Miss Jamie," she said to him with full command of his attention. "You're going to provide me with lots of foreplay - don't miss a spot, understand? Just because I have these luscious boobs, that doesn't mean you should ignore the rest of me. Show me that you appreciate my gorgeous body and you'll get to see it a lot more often." I hoped that my brother was paying attention, because I really wanted to be there and see the pay off. Slowly, my brother started to pay homage to Jamie's body. He kissed her lovely face, using his tongue to probe her mouth. He kissed the side of her neck and behind her ears. While he was kissing her, his hands weighed her lovely tits and he caressed them. I watched with interest as he did this, hoping he had picked up on her subtle clues. He had, for he didn't maul Jamie's breasts, instead, he caressed them lovingly and massaged them gently. A soft moan escaped her lips as he brought his mouth to them and sucked each nipple before moving down her body. Her stomach is flat from constant working out, both in and out of the bedroom. My brother took time to appreciate that as his hands roamed all over. Watching my brother loving my close friend was really getting me aroused. Every inch of me wanted to run in there and join them. I pushed those urges down. This was Jamie's scene and I didn't want to spoil any of her plans. It might have made Keith nervous to know his big sister was watching, no matter how hot the show was. Even once he reached Jamie's nether regions, Keith didn't immediately go to her pussy. Jamie was wearing stockings and Keith slowly removed them, kissing down her legs as he did so and removing her high heeled bedroom slippers. He even gave her a tiny foot massage and that got a huge grin that he probably didn't see. Oh no, he was too busy kissing back up her legs to that cherished spot. With great care, Keith parted the lips of Jamie's pussy and began to eat her out. I love to watch other people having sex. I don't love it purely from a voyeuristic standpoint, although that is a large part of it. I love to watch their faces and enjoy the different techniques. You can learn a lot about sex by being an observant voyeur. I learned that my brother was going to make one fabulous stud once he had some experience under his belt. He was being meticulous while licking Jamie's bared pussy. He wasn't rushing and he was not afraid to go deep. Jamie was squirming around the bed and her fingernails were digging into his scalp as he ate her cunt. I could also see that his cock was showing renewed signs of life. I was so horny by this point and I really couldn't say who I wanted more - my sexy kid brother or the voluptuous blonde he was having sex with. Her body didn't have a single flaw and I dearly wanted to run my tongue all over it. I also wanted to help my brother get stiff and ready again and slide his big fucking cock between her tits. I think tit-fucking can be really sexy and I wanted him to fuck mine at some point. As I watched them having sex, I went almost insane with desire. "Move around, let me have your cock and you can keep eating my cunt," Jamie groaned. "You are going to be one talented fucker when we get you trained. The ladies won't be able to keep their hands off of you." I was hanging on every word and I will admit to being a bit jealous. Once I had that cock inside my own needy cunt, I wanted to keep it for myself and from then on, I would be the one to decide who Keith fucked. I wanted to barge into the bedroom, steal Keith's cock from Jamie and have him fuck me and keep fucking me and never stopped. It was taking almost all of my self-control not to do that. I am sure this is one of the reasons incestuous relationships don't always work; there are feelings of jealousy when outsiders get involved. I knew that it wasn't rational, so I let Jamie train him into a perfect, gifted fucking machine. My rational mind knew that he'd be the better for it when she was done and the lover that would come to my bed - eventually - would be worthy of being my lover. Doing My Brother Ch. 02 "Do it!" I snarled through clenched teeth and pushed the ebony beauty's head deeper into my pussy. "Eat me out, you fuckable little slut and don't stop until you've made me cum!" I instructed my petite young lover. I probably shouldn't have been so rough on Raylin and I felt a momentary pang of guilt. I got over that in a hurry. Raylin was a cocky little bitch who adored me. She would do anything for me, so Julie was going to take advantage of that. I had a lot of sexual frustration to vent and Raylin could not have arrived at a more apropos time. I may be a sex-crazed, kinky slut, but that is only with those who know me well. I am letting my brother Keith discover that persona little by little. To the world, I project the image of style, class and confidence. Only to my intimate inner circle am I the sexual beast that inflames my male and female lovers alike. Raylin isn't my typical "type" of lover when I am in the mood to fuck a female. I do have several different types – sensual and elegant, young and adorable, slinky and exotic – I've bedded so many different women that I've lost count. Raylin isn't like any other woman I have ever known and I think that may be why I find her appealing as a lover. She isn't like any other woman or girl I have ever been with. Let me bring you up to speed, readers. Those of you who read the previous chapter know that I have asked my dear friend (and lover) Jamie to aid in the training of my brother. When she turns him over to me, I am going to bring us together, body and soul. I love incestuous sex, it makes me hot. I've been with a great many lovers who have been related by blood. It always makes my blood boil when I discover that I am fucking two (or more) people that are members of the same family. I've been with daddies and daughters, sisters, mommies and daughters, cousins – name it. Of course, I'm such a wild and crazy bitch behind closed doors; I've been with all sorts of combinations. I never felt any regrets or misgivings once I decided Keith was to be my lover. I did have to take my time and allow Jamie to train him properly. All of my urges to fuck Keith had to be submerged. I know that when I finally do screw him, it will be magnificent for the both of us. Part of the reason involves delayed gratification. Raylin was a young woman that I helped to train. An intimate client of mine asked if I had any "jobs" for servers at my naughty soirees. She had a daughter that seemed to be going through a rebellious stage and she thought perhaps a job would teach her responsibility. Openings in my staffing are somewhat rare because my people – enjoy – their work. However, despite that my intent is that my intent that guests and servers alike have a wonderful time, there is some attrition. Some of my staff can't handle the incredible sexual demands that my functions entail. Some have partners that object once they find out what went down, or some of those partners get jealous. I usually have a few spots open at each new party and because I pay well, those spots happen to fill up fast. Luckily for my friend, I did happen to need a new girl. Raylin showed up on time and my first reaction was I was looking at a train wreck. She was unkempt, wild looking and tattooed. Not the type of girl I would ever have imagined hiring for one of my soirees. However, I have learned that appearances are not everything. While I look intimidating due to my looks and height, I am a (I believe) good and kind person. I appear to be a businesswoman, yet I have a wild side. I decided that it would only be fair to extend this young woman the same courtesy. I interviewed her and was surprised at how exquisite her manners were. I realized quickly that Raylin was the kind of girl that if you gave her respect and courtesy, she returned it. Her mother had obviously taught her manners and she was smart as a whip. Like most young people, she was merely finding her way. The tough-chick look was merely for effect and I noticed one other thing. In fact, it was something that I could not ignore. Raylin was gorgeous. She was dark-skinned and exotic, with a slender, petite figure and dark eyes that drew you in. I was going to hire her because I had an ulterior motive – before any of my guests got a taste of her, I was going to bed this sexy little vixen and make her one of my regular lovers. I was almost salivating over the prospect of tasting her sweet young box. I decided that Raylin deserved to be treated with respect and total honesty. "You know what happens at my functions, don't you?" I asked her candidly. "Yes," Raylin said with a tiny smile. "My mother told me all about them a while back. She and I don't keep a lot of secrets." I wondered if she meant what I thought she meant by that, however, it was none of my business at the time. "You'd be okay with participating in something like that, would you?" I questioned. "Would you be able to remain discreet?" "Oh, yes!" Raylin replied quickly and she was quite obviously excited. "I'd be thrilled to be a part of that and believe me, I'm very good at keeping secrets!" I gave her a warm smile as I continued to assess her. I had already decided to give her the job; I just wanted to learn more about this unique and exotic young beauty. "You know that you'd be expected to have sex with my guests," I asked her and she nodded that yes, she knew. "Men and women alike?" "I've had sex with girls before," Raylin grinned. "Far more girls than with men. I identify as bi-sexual." "Good, good," I nodded, hoping it would not prove difficult to entice this young lovely into my bedroom. "I don't force my servers to participate, but I find things run – smoother – if they do. So, you're willing to have fun?" "Oh goodness, you know I am!" Raylin smiled as bright as the sun. "Okay, that's good to know. Are you prepared for the final stage of the interview process?" I asked her. I sure hoped that she was because I was chomping at the bit. "Uh-huh, whatever you want, Miss Julie!" The lovely girl said in a soft gentle voice that almost seemed out of place with her rebellious look. I took Raylin by the hand and I think she got the message as we went into my bedroom. I was dressed professionally, but like any true slut-bitch, underneath was a totally different scene. This wasn't about me though, not yet. I gave the ebony honey a nod and a wave and she got the hint and started to strip. She actually put on a nice little strip show, moving around my bedroom and getting out of her heels and snug, tight clothing. Like "Miss Julie", underneath her clothes, the dark little pixie was all sexy slut-bitch. Her underwear was very fetish-like, with straps of leather and chains crisscrossing her petite, delectable tits. Her tiny thong matched and it had a zipper. Playfully, the little scamp came over to me on her spiky high heels and practically dared me to unzip it. Of course, you can all imagine what I did. I then stretched out and arched my back so that my short skirt would reveal my thong-covered pussy. If she was as smart a girl as I thought she was, Raylin would understand what I wanted her to do next. She picked up my not-so subtle immediately. She dragged my thong down my long legs and kissed my thighs while doing so. She had a kiss as soft as the wings of a butterfly. I thought that if she kissed my cunt with that same tenderness, I might well go through the roof. My new little friend was all that I had hoped for and more. I don't know how much experience she had with other girls or women, it didn't matter. She was all that I could have wanted in a lover as her mouth settled down on my splayed pussy lips and she began to lick me. I almost fell off the bed because she had me thrashing about in a few short minutes. Raylin quite obviously knew her way around a pussy and seemed to like doing this with me. After about ten minutes, I pushed her head away. She looked at me as if she had done something wrong and asked if she had. "No, God no, darling little slut," I grinned as I kissed her sweet, pussy-flavored lips and then, I bestowed one on the top of her head. "It's just that – I'm only a little undressed and I'm thrashing about so much, I might stain or ruin my clothing. If we're going to do this right, I need to get almost all of my clothing off." "Almost?" She responded with a naughty grin and a twinkle in her dark eyes. "A pretty package should always be wrapped nicely," I grinned, exposing my lingerie-clad and high-heeled body to her admiring gaze. I wanted to wrap my statuesque body around hers and grind together until we couldn't stand it anymore. Apparently, little Raylin was thinking along the same lines and almost jumped into the bed with me. I towered about her but that just made it hotter and kinkier, like I was her mommy. I sucked her dark nipples and felt the sexy leather and chain material against my own body. Her face contorted with bliss as the two of us kissed and fondled. I loved watching her dark head submerge between my thighs and she wasn't afraid to be a little less than gentle as she girl-fucked me. Not only did she have the job, I was already contemplating a raise. It was well past 10 PM when I sent her home in a taxi. I called her mother and told her that Raylin had the job. She laughed and asked if I had given her a thorough audition. I was almost certain Raylin and her mommy had an incestuous relationship, but I didn't want to say anything over the telephone. Raylin acquitted herself very well at my gatherings. A lot of the attendees who wanted to take a "walk on the wild side" would corral her and she was a more-than willing participant. The women always walked away with huge smiles and the men, well, some of them were bow-legged when she completed her tasks. I found myself smitten with Raylin, unusual, to say the least, for me. I usually like my girlfriends to be closer to my own age and have a bit more decorum. Yet it wasn't long before my spunky little ebony rebel became a "friend with benefits". At each function, she proved to be invaluable. She listened to what the buzz was and provided me with lots of information. Almost always, she scored a new conquest and almost always, she shared her treats with her lover. I came to enjoy her company and she was one of the few young party goers who were able to show up at my door unannounced. I came to rely on Raylin for company and she had an uncanny knack for showing up just at the right time. Nor did she ever once use the word "no" in my presence. Trying to define Raylin would be like trying to define the weather. She was made up of various personalities. For example, she was always deferential at the functions and I remained "Miss Julie", even when we were entertaining a special guest or two – or three. Yet, when we were alone, she could be impudent, sassy and still somehow, sweet and charming. If I was the type who fell in love, I would have believed that I might be falling for the younger girl. Still, I am not cold or callous enough to deny having feelings for my young charge. I was very solicitous of Raylin and I know she benefitted from my tutelage. Raylin showed up a few hours with a small gift of expensive wine for me and her to imbibe. She was looking delicious. She was in a sexy black trench coat, top hat, stockings and thigh-high black boots that were very expensive. I know, because I paid for them. This isn't the first time by young companion has done this – shown up as if sensing I needed companionship. Jamie was with my brother and they were really going at it. I had contemplated calling one of my male FWBs, but decided against it. I wanted someone who "got me" and one of those others was with my brother. Raylin's timing was impeccable, she was a life saver. I gave her a really good kiss, one to show my appreciation and my passion simultaneously. "Somebody missed me, huh, Miss Julie?" She smiled and gave me a big hug. Even on her six-inch heels, she had to stand up a bit to do so. "Someone needed you," I corrected her. "It's been a – rough day," I concluded without revealing too many of the details. "To-may-to, to-mah-to," she sassed me back. This time, I let her get away with it. "I'm here and you know that it's for whatever you need." I had come to rely on her in times of stress because I knew whatever I needed, the delightful ebony beauty would provide. She was already on the way to the bedroom and while I am sure she heard the screams and grunts and squeaks of the bedsprings, she never uttered a word about them. Raylin knew what Miss Julie's private life was like and as she had said at the beginning, she was always discreet. Today, she was dressed differently, a bit more elegant in a turquoise corset she wore under the trench coat and I saw the stockings were real silk and very expensive – those, I had not paid for. "I just had a feeling that Miss Julie needed my company," she smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed. "You know that you can simply call me Julie when we're alone like this," I said to her. "There is no need to stand on formality, here; we are friends, lovers, equals." "Friends and lovers, yes, equals, never!" Raylin answered. "You're my love and my mentor, you saved me from going down a bad road. I can never repay you for that, so I will call you Miss Julie as a token of my respect and love. Now come over here and let me help you," she insisted. I wasn't quite sure what my dear friend had in mind, but I sat on the edge of my bed. Instantly, I got my answer and it wasn't quite what I had expected. It was nothing sexual, she began to massage my neck and shoulders with such skill that I almost began to fall asleep. I was the least tense I had been in weeks. I had no idea that Raylin possessed such skills. She had never told me and I had experienced the talents of her hands in other, more erotic, directions. "How ...?" I asked. Raylin did nuzzle my neck and kiss behind my ears. "Mom's idea. She suggested that I put the money I've earned here into something that would benefit me in the long term. I've been taking classes to become an RMT. I think you would agree, I'm very good at it." I nodded in agreement. "Am I your first practice person?" She shook her head and grinned with an impudent little smile and lick of her lips. "My second. I'll tell you all about it – some day." My friend made no overt sexual moves, aside from slowly removing my business attire and then, my lingerie. Raylin heated some oils and gave me a rubdown that was relaxing and only slightly erotic. If she had come here to play, she gave no indication of that. It was more like she had sensed a friend needed here and she was putting my needs ahead of her own. I found myself very touched by her actions, so she got a warm kiss on the lips and a big hug. I love my family, but we were never huggers, aside from Keith and me. If I hug you, I care about you or you've done something that meant a great deal to me. In this case, it was both. "We're going to have sex." I said to her. Raylin shook her head. "Oh no, Miss Julie, I didn't come over here for that. I wasn't planning to seduce you, I just wanted to make you feel better. I could hear the tension in your voice when we talked the other day." I squeezed her hand and laughed, almost a giggle. I never giggle like a girl. "No darling, you misunderstand. We're going to have sex. I want it. Don't you want to roll around in the sheets with me? Don't you want this shiny, oiled-up body of mine?" Raylin's expression immediately brightened. "I had no ulterior motive, Miss Julie, but since you put it that way," she laughed and began to remove some of her clothing. I put a stop to that. I found her new corset very sexy and shiny. "Keep the outfit on, my fucky darling," I instructed her. "I love that turquoise outfit, is it made out of latex?" "Yes, there's a corset, bra, panties and even patterned latex stockings," she smiled at me and brushed her exquisite, gentle fingers across my cheek. "I didn't wear those, I thought they might attract unwanted attention on the taxi ride here." "Wear the entire outfit to the next party," I almost panted. "I'll give you a $100 – no, make that $200 – dollar bonus if you do! God, you look hot!" "Thank you," Raylin smiled, looking down at her feet. Oddly, for such a bold little girl, she could affect shyness from time to time. "What do you need, Miss Julie? You know that I will do anything you ask of me." "Everything, pretty girl," I said as I reached for some of our favorite toys, lotions and lubes. "I want for us to fuck each other senseless and to make love. I want you to remind me why you're one of my favorite little pets. Let's get going and don't spare the horses!" There are those that get it and those that don't. Fortunately for me, Raylin is the former. She understood that I didn't want her to start slow and work her way to faster, a fucking pace. She got that I wanted her to mix it up and to surprise me. That's what I got. She went from slow massage to Mach-1 fucking in about five minutes. It was so intense that I can scarcely remember her putting on the strap-on I gave her and her fucking me from behind. All I can recall is my slamming my body back against hers and the guttural noises I was making. Even while being roundly, soundly fucked by my ebony baby, I still wondered how much of this was my brother hearing and did it excite him? I made sure that I gave as good as I got. I had my adorable little scamp screaming, begging for me to fuck her like the hot, bi, slut whore she was. Her entire body was soon packed with the fake rubber cock and yet, she still acted like she wanted more. If we hadn't been by ourselves, I might well have had someone do her ass while I fucked her snug little pussy. Sooner or later, Raylin was going to experience a DP and I wanted to be one of the two people fucking her tight little holes. Raylin took a shower when we finished. I had invited her to stay for the evening when Jamie emerged from the other bedroom. "You are a very naughty girl," she said as she put her arms around me. "I take it that sexy, exotic, chocolate pixie is visiting you again?" "She is," I said, giving my friend a big hug. Despite all the sex she was getting courtesy of my brother, I had not forgotten Jamie was doing all of this for my benefit. "She arrived at just the right time, I needed someone to help me take the edge off." "That Raylin, she's a little pistol," Jamie commented. "Once I get Keith properly trained, I want her and I to be in a threesome with him." "Only after you and I, then her and I," I smiled as Jamie nodded. "She is a great piece of ass, I agree. I wonder if Keith will be able to handle someone like her?" "You know lover, there is a way we could find out," Jamie grinned. I knew how her mind worked because I had just had the same thought. Raylin hadn't left and was in the shower. All I would have to do was to ask ... Jamie put her arms around me and we kissed the way we knew so well. I knew I was going to allow this. "You and I can bunk up tonight," Jamie suggested to me. "Keith's out for a bit, so if she sneaks in, she can start to work on him before he knows what hit him. It's after that we can get an idea what he's made of." "How will we know?" "Oh, she'll tell us or we'll play voyeur," Jamie smiled at me. "Don't worry too much about him, this is just a test run. Believe you me, that girl is in for a treat. Your brother has a great cock and even from the first time, he was pretty good. I've had a chance to instruct him on some of the subtleties. I think you're going to be pleasantly pleased to see what a stud we're turning out!" I have to admit that I loved hearing that, but I did wonder – was it sisterly pride in my younger brother – or my own perverted desires? In the end, I decided why not some from Column A and some from Column B? Doing My Brother Ch. 02 We met with Raylin just after she emerged from the shower, hair still slick and matted back. She looked so beautiful in a white, fluffy towel that barely covered her that I know I – and most likely Jamie as well – was tempted to just drag her back to bed and forget the entire scheme. However, as we both outlined our little liaison, I could see that my sometimes-lover was into it. "Shag your brother, Miss Julie? Hell, YEAH!" She enthused. "I would have fucked him a while ago, but I didn't want to step on any toes. You really – won't mind?" Part of me wanted to scream that hell, yes, I would mind! Instead, I nodded, gave him a few perfunctory tips and went off to bed with Jamie. I guess both of our little assignations had worn us out, because after a few small but sweet kisses, we two friends were out like a light for about 90 minutes. What woke us both up was a combination of sounds – moans, gasps, giggles, the squeaking of a bed and some banging. I looked at Jamie, she looked at me and we both shrugged as we threw on our velour robes, shared a few quick pecks and made our way on little cat feet down to the guest bedroom. If it looked as good as it sounded, it was going to be hot. Oh yeah, it was hot. The energetic little Raylin was on top of my brother. I still couldn't believe that Keith possessed such a good cock and from the angle I was viewing them, I got a great view as his club moved in and out of her pussy. She looked so sexy riding his cock and she was so agile. Any concerns about Keith not being able to fuck this wildcat I enjoyed were dissipated as his cock slammed deep into her tight, wet cunt. "I'm still not sure I should be fucking you, but damn, you are a hot little thing!" Keith commented as he played with her body. "You are too darned sexy for me to resist you!" "Stop your fucking worrying!" Raylin hissed as her tight little ass bounced up and down. "I told you that it's all good – your sister gave the okay for me to fuck you and I know that you aren't in an exclusive relationship with Jamie, right? So just cut the shit and give me more of that fucking big cock of yours, 'kay?" "Yeah, yeah, I get it," Keith nodded as Raylin twisted and turned on top of him. "You're a hot little slut who wants me to bang the shit out of her!" "Exactly," Raylin laughed. "It isn't always about romance and lovey-dovey words, sometimes, a gal just wants to be fucked!" I laughed and then covered my mouth so my sexy kid brother wouldn't hear me. Raylin had just espoused my own viewpoints. Keith seemed to pick up on what Raylin had said to him and he really slammed it home. Once he heard Raylin's screams of joy, he picked up the pace. No matter what Keith did, Raylin managed to keep up with him. Her sexy, petite, dark body was a match for Keith's. Not only was it very erotic to watch them, it was also an education in just how two people can be a good match. I loved watching her fuck Keith and hoped it would not be the last time my lover screwed my future lover. I saw how hot Jamie looked as she jilled herself and allowed my mind to examine all the possibilities of future encounters between them. Things were moving along at just the pace I wanted them to. Doing My Brother I watched them rutting like two horny animals, my well-hung brother servicing my close friend as if he was her hired stud. He listened to every word she said and followed every command without complaint. He acted as if he was screwing her for her own pleasure and not his own. Many men his age would have demanded that they get their rocks off, but that was not true of Keith. Either he didn't care or he sensed that there was a lot riding on this. He never once acted with any sort of machismo; he let the entire time be about Jamie's needs. When they finally completed their fucking, I was so horny that I wanted to run in and join them. I had to go back to my own room and find my favorite vibe, because I was as horny as I had ever been. I had barely gotten started when Jamie entered the room. With a savage snarl, I pulled her close and we began fucking with almost the same, wild passion she had just displayed with my brother. I was so very happy and yet, I wasn't entirely sure why. Was I thrilled that my kid brother was going to be the hit of the party? Or was I thrilled that Jamie had already trained him so well that when he finally did fuck me, I would likely howl like the horny slut I was? Then, I decided that I really didn't have to choose between A and B and went down on my friend like a starving woman at a sexual buffet.