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Shining Girl: Andy and Linda

By: beachbum1958



This story is linked to the 'Shining Girl' story, but not a continuation; rather, it's a sidebar, telling the story of two of Jack Cameron's friends, who popped-up in 'Shining Girl 4. Some of their other friends, Harry and Sai Fong, and David Denham, from the 'Lori' stories are also here, making guest appearances, and someone who's becoming a favourite baddie of mine, 'Slimy' Fineman, so hopefully some familiar faces will make themselves known as the story progresses. 

My deepest, heartfelt thanks go to GrandTeton, who's become my friend while editing for me, and who's done a sterling job in manoeuvering me around the punctuation and grammar minefields; any mistakes or errors are therefore mine, as I really should know better by now... 

Please vote if you like this story, or let me know why if you didn't, and remember, it's my world, not the real world, and it's only a story...

BB1958

*****

PART 1:

My name's Linda, and this is the story about how I captured the sweetest man in the world, while fending off a complete twerp, and the most repulsive little tick God ever saw fit to curse the world with. Andy tells me a story begins at the beginning, and I've never worked out if that's deeply profound, or just trite and meaningless, but, I'll follow his advice and start from the beginning.

My parents, The Right Honourable Nigel Grosvenor-Edgeworth and Chloe Cavendish-Haldane, were the products of two of Britain's oldest and wealthiest families; theirs was a dynastic marriage in every sense of the word; the problem was, they didn't see themselves as the next generation of captains of industry; rather, they saw themselves as the beneficiaries of their ancestors' industry, business acumen, and huge wealth; they were a playboy and an 'It Girl' respectively, happy to live off the bottomless trust funds settled on them by their doting parents and grandparents. Their more responsible brothers took up the reins of the various industrial combines both sides of the families owned, and my parents lazed and played.

My father pretended to be an antiques dealer, although to be perfectly honest, he was only a dilettante at best, with a taste for antique furniture and objets d'art that he somehow never got around to selling; dancing with minor Royals at Annabel's, shooting, partying in Mustique, and being photographed in Cannes, Nice and San Tropez with his hands all over big-breasted American starlets in teeny-tiny bikinis seemed to be his main preoccupations. 

Mother didn't even pretend to work; her racehorse stable, her sports cars, her various artist 'friends', guaranteed entrance to the Royal Box at Ascot, Polo at Hurlingham, a private box for The Bolshoi, and weekend breaks in Barbuda, these were my mother's life and her pastimes.

Quite how my older brother, Andrew, or Andy for short, and my twin brother Freddy and I came about has always been a mystery to me; my parents hardly ever seemed to be on the same planet as the rest of us, or each other, let alone the same bedroom or time-zone, but things must have got interesting a few times, hence the three of us. I put it down to divine providence and boredom, as there's really no other explanation. They never brought their dalliances home, but I only needed to see a picture of my mother in one scandal-rag or another, with her mouth glued to some pop star's and his hands up her dress a limited number of times to realise what she was up to. 

That my parents stayed together at all was always a source of wonder to me, seeing as they never did the things married couples are supposed to do together, obviously preferring instead to do them with other people, but they did love each other, in an aimless, entirely non-exclusive sort of way. I suppose it helped that they were both almost ridiculously good-looking, a set of genes none of us seem to have inherited; 'not bad' is probably the kindest description you could give of me, and as for Freddy...

A description or two is called for at this point. Freddy and I, as twins, share the same blue eyes and brown hair, like our mother (well, that's her real colour; at the moment she's channelling Gwen Stefani, so her hair is currently a brittle platinum), but we both look like daddy; we both have that same 'aristocratic' chin (whatever that is), and the same smooth, high forehead, straight nose, and wide full mouth that makes daddy so attractive; however, Daddy is tall and well-built, while Freddy is short and slightly built, with the muscle tone of a rubber band, and the personality and social skills of a paperclip. 

I tower over him at 5'6", and weigh in at a comfortable 9 stone, or 126 lbs for our transatlantic chums (and don't ask me what that is in kilos; if I knew, or cared, I'd be French, a terrible fate...) with a slim build and a 22" waist, long hair that falls to the middle of my back, nice but not extravagant 32B boobs, and I've been told I have a nice shapely bum, due mostly to sport and gymnastics all the way through school. 

Freddy is 3 inches shorter than me, and considerably skinnier; if he stood sideways-on and stuck out his tongue, he'd look like a zipper. Andy once tried to get him to exercise with him, claiming he looked like a gate-post with a toast-rack stuck on half-way up, but Freddy revels in looking like a half-starved, skeletal, famine victim; I think he thinks it makes him look lean and interesting, but really, he just looks famished. I also think he's hoping for a growth spurt. Otherwise he's doomed to spend his life as an Oompa-loompa, but without the charm; personally speaking, I just wish he'd wash more often; please don't let me be the only girl in the world whose brother selects which socks to wear by picking the ones that don't make a sucking noise when you pull them off the floor...

Andy is two years older than us, and he's the big, eye-catching one in our family, see below.

Growing up with a twin brother and an older brother was interesting; Andy was always the one I turned to when I needed something, wanted something, or needed a shoulder to cry on; I soon worked out that, twin or no, I had absolutely nothing in common with Freddy, and his coterie of creepy little friends were equally unappealing; at least Andy didn't spend his time teasing or annoying me, but when I came home for my coach-weekends, there would be Freddy, usually with one or more of his sweaty, weedy little cohorts, gearing-up to try and make my life miserable once again.

That, of course, didn't trouble me in the slightest; Freddy's friends were all as puny as he was, and a good open-handed smack in the right place, the way Andy had showed me, would have had any of them curled-up on the ground and crying for their mummy. 

I think you've probably got the message by now that Andy and I are more connected than my twin and I ever were; over the years, Andy came to be the one I needed and depended on, and eventually I came to see him as more, much more, than just my big, gentle, patient, sweet older brother. The trouble was, I didn't really know what was happening to me; all I did know for sure was that Andy made me feel safe, secure, wanted, and loved, and I adored him. More of that later.

It was Freddy that concerned me; he'd started acting possessive and over-attentive towards me, which unnerved me a little; I didn't get it, as he was usually such a creepy little pizzle. So I kept my distance, and ordered him to do likewise, or I was going to barge into his room late one night and kick him so hard he'd be singing soprano the rest of his life.

After a while it started to become more than tiring, and became a little bit frightening. It got to the point eventually that one year we were both home from school on coach weekends, and Freddy developed the habit of suddenly bursting into my room, on the pretext of asking me something, or to tell me something, or because he was looking for something. I complained to Daddy, but I'm not sure to this day he even got what I was saying; he just gave me vague assurances, slipped me a twenty-pound note, and basically patted me on the head, so, no joy there. 

I couldn't turn to Andy for help; he was off at boarding school too, all the way over in Shrewsbury, and, because he was playing in the Inter-School Rugby Tournament that year, held over several Coach Weekends leading up to the summer holiday and Prize Day, he was staying at school, and I wouldn't even see him until the week the summer break began, after Prize Day. 

So I gritted my teeth and avoided sweaty Freddy and his oik friends on the last couple of Coach Weekends before school gave out and Andy would be home all summer to keep him away from me. My last coach weekend, Andy invited me up to his school for Prize Day; of course I said yes; the only down-side was that sweaty little goblin Freddy would be there too, as he also went to Shrewsbury. 

Boy was I glad I went! All of Andy's friends were gorgeous, but two stuck out for me; Harry Waterfield, who was just the most gorgeous boy I'd ever seen, and Jack Cameron, who easily matched Andy for height and heft. I'd seen both Harry and Jack play rugby on TV, when the two of them, together with Andy, were selected for an England Schoolboys XV to play a Rest Of The World team at Twickenham, but to see them in the flesh; my heart was all a flutter! I did see Freddy occasionally, sulking and glowering in the background, but paid him no mind; what was he compared to these sporting heroes?

After that, I started spending my coach weekends with friends; I'd get cajoling, wheedling, finally angry, then hostile, phone calls from Freddy, demanding I come home, but even the stupidest guy will eventually come to understand that constantly being told to 'Piss Off!' means just that. 

Appeals to my parents (when they were visiting our planet) to get him off my back made no difference; their response was that he was growing up, he'd calm down soon, just ignore him. I was just waiting for my mother to tell me to tap him on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper, they were that disconnected from reality by now...

Finally, the great day came, and I was finished with that prison of a school forever; my 18th had come and gone, and summer stretched before me; I took a Gap Year, and travelled around a bit, mostly the Med, to try out the sun-spots my mother seemed so fond of, occasionally even crossing paths with her and her herd of acolytes and hangers-on, some of the young men even assuming I was a chip off my mother's old block, but I soon put them straight; besides, orange tans and over-whitened teeth do nothing for me... 

When I came back to England, I hung-out with friends who'd also taken Gap Years, clubbed and partied a little, and eventually ended-up working for a while in London as a library assistant at The Houses of Parliament, so, with the Gap year I'd taken, I was 19, and a little more worldly than when I'd left school when I was ready to start at university. 

I'd been accepted at City of London, my university of choice, to study Philosophy, Politics, and Economics, or PPE; we had a place in London, so my accommodation was sorted, and I had my living expenses paid by the trust-fund my grandparents had set-up for me, knowing just how feckless, aimless and irresponsible my parents were, so I was looking forward to a nice, long, peaceful summer that fateful year. 

Freddy had eased-off on me, and he'd even stopped creeping me out; now he was just a lurking presence, no longer threatening, just ubiquitous and slightly sad. 

I'd worked out a long time ago that he was hoping for a...relationship with me, and the thought disgusted me, ever since Cornelia Sykes had asked me, half in jest, half seriously, and all maliciously, if I was 'doing it' with my twin brother; when I replied in the revolted negative, she back-pedalled, going-on about how 'twincest' was common, they all did it, why should I be any different, blah, blah, blah. Feeble Freddy, the poison dwarf? Akkk! Someone pass me the bucket...

There was only one thing false about my whole response to her snide little questions; the thought of doing anything even remotely intimate with Freddy gave me a case of the crawling heebies, but, and this is a big but, there was no such feeling when I thought about Andy that way. 

As long as I could remember, Andy had always been my protector, my confidante, my mentor in the field of directed violence, and the token adult in my life, even though he was only two years older than I was; he was cool, competent, capable, masculine in a way I couldn't define but that sent shivers up and down my spine, and I loved him dearly. I'd always adored him, but, as I approached my twenties, I began feeling things for him that were definitely not appropriate, but were nevertheless impossible to ignore, nor did I want to, and that itself gave me pause for thought.

I suppose, looking at him objectively, he was never going to be Jude Law or Brad Pitt; he has a firm chin with a cleft in it that had always fascinated me when I was a little girl, piercing, ice-blue eyes, a forehead that's going to be craggy one day, just like grandfather Grosvenor-Edgeworth, and a mop of curly black hair that always looks like he's run his fingers through it instead of combing; he wasn't a pretty-boy, not like Harry, or Jack, but he was quietly, ruggedly handsome, and self-assured in a way that had girls his own age constantly twittering around him, much more so than Harry, who honestly had no clue just how gorgeous he was . 

What did it for me, though, was the lower 6 feet or so of him; at 250 lbs, Andy was built like the powerhouse rugby player that I always knew he'd become, with massive shoulders, a deep, square chest, and powerful, muscular legs that gave him a 100m time of 10 seconds, Olympic qualifying territory for a man 100 lbs lighter than him; no wonder the British Lions had snapped him up first chance they got. The fact he was sweet, gentle, good-natured, and actually cared about me helped no-end, too.

He was away at medical school now, in his third year at Edinburgh, so his club rugby days were over, apart from the occasional collegiate tournament, but Edinburgh University Medical School were absolutely ecstatic they'd nabbed someone with Andy's intellect, who also, and entirely coincidentally, had been capped for England a dozen times and had captained the British Lions in two Six-Nations tournaments before his 20th birthday. 

The prestige of the university medical school, already one of the highest in the world, took a sharp upward curve by having an England International and captain of the Lions on the student roll. For me, though, watching my big brother lead the British Lions out against France, Australia, the peerless Springboks, and the mighty New Zealand All-Blacks was a thrill I shall never forget.

Freddy, weasel that he was, had taken a gap year too, then tried to get into City of London, but was unsuccessful; the best he could manage was Aberystwyth, which suited me; the further away he was from me, the better I liked it, and it was sweeter knowing he would be incarcerated in grim Aberystwyth all the way out on the West Wales coast, a storm-lashed place of no interest whatsoever; there were so many stunningly beautiful places in Wales to site a university, so why pick a place that was almost impossible to get to? Still, it would at least keep my manky brother a long, long way away from me for the next couple of years. All I had to do now was last out my last summer at home and keep Freddy and his creepy-crawly friends at bay for a few short weeks.  

Events conspired against me, though; the headmaster at Shrewsbury School was leaving, and a reception and presentation, followed by a finger buffet, was being held to honour him, and as many old boys as possible were invited. Andy called to say he was going, and would I like to tag along? With the prospect of running an eyeball or two over man-candy like Harry Waterfield again, try and stop me! 

There was going to be a rugby match too, a testimonial game the following day, but I'd decided I didn't want to stay over and watch the match, so had bought a day-ticket on the train to go home to Bath after the reception.

I arranged to meet Andy at Shrewsbury station the morning of the reception, but when I arrived he texted me to say he was running late, there was a smash-up on the M6 Toll; he was stuck on the approach to the M54, and it would be another 30 minutes before he got there, so he suggested I should make my way to the school, and he'd meet me there. 

The 'rents of course were nowhere to be seen; probably off trawling for new playmates in the Comoros or somewhere equally far-flung and trendy, (but not together; that would have just cramped their style), but that was nothing new; they'd never once shown up at any of our school functions; half my friends thought I was making them up anyway...

I was just about to climb into a taxi when I heard what I'd secretly been dreading.

"Lin, Lin, Hi, wait up, Lin, it's me!"

It was Freaky Freddy, looking even more unappetising than usual; a summer spent avoiding him hadn't improved the way I felt about him. He was still a weedy twerp, and now he was here; a quick, heartfelt prayer for God to drop a bus on him went unanswered, so I gritted my teeth and waited for the usual leering and pathetic attempts to look up my skirt or down my blouse.

Freddy hugged me, which made my skin crawl, and, as expected, he took far too long about it; I had to literally push him off and unlatch his hands from around my waist. People passing on their way out of the station obviously thought we were boyfriend/girlfriend, smiling as they passed, but all I wanted was his clammy hands off me, and, after a struggle, I managed to get him off me. He looked pleased to see me, but that leer was still there in his smile. I didn't like the look of it at all.

"We can share a taxi, sis!" he proclaimed, dragging me over to the cab I'd hailed; I'd rather have slathered my head in pork fat and stuck my face in the Hyena cage at the zoo, but I had no choice; he had hold of my hand and already had the door of the black cab open, literally pushing me in and tossing my shoulder-bag in after me. He had no luggage, which told me he'd been here a while; he'd probably been holed-up at the school, and the scabrous little reptile had been lurking at the station, waiting for me to show up.

I had no choice but to wait until we arrived at the school; Harry's sister was waiting for me, and the two of us could give Freddy the slip, or, if it came to it, slap the snot out of him, so I relaxed. After a while, though, I noticed we weren't anywhere near the school; we were at Claremont Bank, outside The Dingle, the park in the centre of Shrewsbury. Freddy was looking really pleased with himself, so I thought I'd wait and see what verminous little scheme he was working on now.

We jumped out of the cab and I decided that now was the time for answers.

"Okay Freddy, what the hell's going on, and why are we here?"

He just grinned, trying to look wise, but only succeeding in looking constipated. I went along with him as he led me through the gates of the park, to the bench outside the Gate-Lodge. Once we were seated, I turned to him once again.

"I repeat, just what the hell is going on, Freddy?"

Freddy fidgeted and fumbled for a few seconds, until I lost patience.

"Freddy!"

He started at that, then relaxed.

"Er, look, Lin, it's...it's like this; you know I fancy you, have for ages, and I know you don't like me all that much (no shit, really, Einstein?), but...there's someone I like and before I y'know...make a proper move on her I just wanted to know; is there any chance we could...you know...just once, even just to know for sure..."

He trailed-off at the look of disgusted amazement on my face, then slumped back as I laughed out loud; me, with creepy Freddy? Not in this life, not ever, no way, uh-uh, nein, non, nope; yuk, and again, yuk!


Shining Girl: Andy and Linda Pt. 02



This completes all the stories I'll write in the 'Shining Girl' world. Jack, Teruko, Andy, Linda, Harry and Sai Fong will still pop in an out of other stories as and when the mood takes me, but this story here is finished.

I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to GrandTeton for his editorial skills, his eye for nonsense, and his meticulous proof-reading; that this story makes any kind of sense at all is due mainly to his firm hand on my shoulder and a few well-placed "you don't really want to say that, do you?" type comments.

As usual, I would ask that you read this purely as a story; there's no message, no moral, no parable or instructive fable, it's just a stroll through the made-up world in my head that sometimes looks a lot like the real one in places. 

I welcome all comment, good, bad, indifferent and deranged, please note all the deliberately nasty comments will be deleted, unless they're funny.

So please, read and enjoy!

beachbum1958

*****

I had Andy in my room, in my bed, and I was just the happiest girl in the world; right now, we had the house to ourselves; Miss Langley, our bitter depressive of a housekeeper, had gone away to make her own relatives miserable for two weeks, and Freddy was hiding under a rock somewhere far, far away, so Andy and I had that whole big house to ourselves for a whole two weeks. 

I knew what I wanted; I wanted my sexy big brother to fuck me relentlessly, to break that bed, with me under him when he did it; I wanted large helpings of 'Yee-haarr!' stirred in and seasoned with big smoochie-smoochie , and, lucky me, so did he.

When we arrived home, the house was deserted; good, that meant the harridan had departed for the lesser circle of Hell she brooded in, so Andy and I could spend all day, every day naked, if the mood took us, and I intended to see it did, often. 

From the look in his eyes, Andy was up for it as well, but first, I had needs that I'd been tamping down all through that endless drive down the M5. Now, at last, we had the room and the opportunity to do something about it.

The house itself is a little way outside Bath, built of that lovely mellow sandstone, like so much of Bath, and stands in six acres of grounds, so no neighbours to hear the various noises I intended to make when my Andy did things to me that needed expressing!

First off, though, I needed a shower, so, while Andy took our various cases and bags into the dressing room, I stripped off and slipped into my en suite bathroom, and stepped under the lovely hot water. 

I was in a world of my own, pleasurable thoughts of Andy and me playing and being together running through my mind, when a pair of big, warm hands slipped around my waist and cupped my boobs, squeezing the girls while a pair of hot lips grazed along my shoulder and up my neck, making me squirm as goosebumps prickled all over me. 

"Hello Lindy-girl!" he growled softly in my ear, lightly pinching my nipples at the same time, making me gasp and buck against him, my body thrilling with the sudden spike of pleasure that shot through me. 

"Hello big brother!" I husked back at him, grinding my bottom against that club-like penis of his now pressing against me. "Are you going to do my back?" I asked him softly, wriggling against him and feeling him grind back against me.

"I'm going to do all of you; just give me time!" he murmured as he nibbled my ear, making me sag against him as the pleasure darted through me again, grounding in my pussy, making it twitch and buzz gently . He reached up and flicked the shower off, then turned his attention back to gently squeezing and fondling my breasts, my nipples zinging happily every time he brushed or gently squeezed them.

Now his hand slipped down, circling and rubbing the flat of my tummy, and down some more, until he was sliding his finger gently against my labia, fireworks going off in my peripheral vision as he played and teased, and all the while his lips and tongue worked against my shoulder, my neck, and my ears. 

His other hand squeezed and gently tugged my nipples, slowly but surely driving me out of my mind as he kissed, teased and frigged me all at once.

I could feel my pussy warming and swelling, making ready for him; recent virgin or not, I was ready for a hammering session, and so was he, judging by the burning heat of that thing wedged between my cheeks. As he kissed my neck and tortured and teased my clitoris, he slowly leaned on me, until I was leaning against the shower wall, only the flat of my hands holding me upright. 

His hands slid down to part my legs, and suddenly I realised what he wanted to do; he was going to have me here, now, in my shower; God that was so hot, and so dirty!

I gasped as he probed between my thighs, sticking my bottom out to help him, then his hands were on my bum, pulling my cheeks gently apart, and his stiff cock bumped against me, then rubbed along my perineum and against my labia, setting off another shower of sparks in my head.

"Like that, Lindy, like that...!" he muttered, and suddenly he was sliding into me, pushing my labia apart and making me cry out as he once more stretched me, but in another way entirely this time, and nice, oh, so nice!

I pushed back against him as he pushed forward, filling me completely, and as he began sliding out again, his soft fingers once more found my clitoris, and began to gently rub and tease me as he slid in and out of me again and again, faster and more urgent, but gently, lovingly.

My mind was in a whirl; I'd never dreamed sex could be this good, this gentle, this exciting, the thousand things I was feeling at once all melding together into my perfect moment with Andy, and as I felt that happen inside me, so I climaxed in a sudden rush of pleasure, like pure, golden heat blasting through me, huge and unstoppable. I screamed as the whole world dissolved around me, my body shivering and quivering with the force of my release.

As I came, so did he, groaning as he held me tightly against him, his cock threshing inside me like a live thing as it throbbed and spat the last of his sperm into me; we'd made love three times that morning, plus I'd made him fill my mouth, so I wasn't sure he'd have anything left, but dry or not, his orgasm was as intense as mine, to judge by his stiff immobility as his cock pulsed and twitched inside me.

His arms relaxed and once more hugged me, instead of holding me immobile, and his lips once more played along my shoulders and the nape of my neck as he slowly slid from me, the sensation exquisite. I could feel his heart thudding against mine, my heart hammering madly as the aftershocks rippled through me. 

He turned me around and kissed me gently, soft, affectionate pecks on my cheek, my lips, my neck, all the while holding me against him by the cheeks of my bum as I shuddered and twitched, and now I fully understood what had just happened here: we'd made love, not had sex, not fucked; we'd made love, and it had affected him as deeply as it had me. 

"I love you, Lindy!" he whispered into my neck, grazing lightly as he held me, his lips moving up to once more capture mine, and kiss me like a whirlwind, like a madman, like a man in love.

I kissed him back no less wildly, trying to pull him into me, to cover my body with his and be part of him forever.

"I love you too, Andy, always!" I whispered, melting as he grinned at me, pulling me closer for yet another heart-stopping kiss; then, with a wry grin, he flicked the shower back on so we could continue what he'd so wonderfully interrupted.

I insisted on helping him dry off, taking my time to handle that lovely, muscular body of his, and he did the same for me; I'm sure he wasn't trying to heat me up, but he did, and I almost needed another shower, a cold one, this time! Once were dried off, and in my case, cooled-off, we slipped on a couple of robes and went downstairs to the pantry to find something to eat. 

Of course, Miss Langley being the vindictive old ratbag that she was, and knowing full well we were coming home, had cleared all the food out of the fridge, and either shoved it in the freezer, or thrown it away, before buggering-off to inflict herself on her family. With nothing to eat in the house, there was only one thing for it.

"Chinese, Indian, Pizza, or do you want to find a restaurant somewhere?" Andy grinned ruefully. A restaurant sounded good to me, so without further discussion we got dressed and jumped in the car to find somewhere in town we could park the car; luckily it was a weeknight; weekends are impossible to find a parking spot or somewhere to eat in Bath, and Andy didn't fancy driving all the way into Bristol just for a meal. 

We eventually found a nice restaurant, serving traditional English food, which was becoming a rarity in Bath, what with all the French, Italian, Tapas, Mongolian, Korean, Sushi bars and Thai restaurants springing-up left, right, and centre.

After an old-fashioned, satisfying roast-beef dinner, with all the trimmings, such as we never got at school, and hardly ever got at home, either, I wanted to get Andy home and curl-up with him; right now I was in the mood for a soft sofa, a couple of bottles of good Médoc or Daddy's excellent Tokay, a nice long talk, and Andy in my bed when I woke up in the morning, and I could feel the same need in him. 

We had two weeks to play, hump ourselves giddy, and generally explore every nook, cranny, crevice, and ticklish-spot, so I was in no rush; Andy was a banquet for me, not a burger and fries, and I intended to take full advantage of this opportunity to see what made him gasp.

The parents were off in some trendy hot-spot, no doubt experimenting with the local talent; mother and Daddy would both have their hands full with whatever post-teenage playmates they'd scored, so they wouldn't be back for weeks, not even for Cowes Week coming up in a few days. 

Daddy didn't sail, so he'd be off somewhere like the Comoros, or Mustique, being photographed with his hand under some starlet's skirt, and mother was probably somewhere in the Med or points east, doing the splits under some racing driver or rising tennis-star, so I had no fear of them walking in on us, not that I really cared. 

Freddy was...wherever he'd slunk off to after abandoning me to the tender mercies of Jack Fineman, so I probably wouldn't see him again this summer. No, I had the house, and Andy, to myself, and I intended to make full use of them both before Uni beckoned.

Once we arrived home, we wasted no time in stripping off, finding our robes, and lounging back on the huge Chesterfield in the family room, a mound of cushions and a couple of throws making a very acceptable bed for a warm summer night. While we lounged, we talked, mainly about university for me, what came next, and how we were going to make it work. Andy wasn't too concerned, so I took my cues from him.

"Like I said, Lindy, take your first year, and give it a fair shake. If it's not for you, fair enough, I'll come get you, and you can live with me in Edinburgh; I have to admit. The thought of having you with me makes me feel good deep inside!"

When he put it like that, it made me doubt my decision to go to uni; could I let him go for a year, have him all the way up at the other end of the country, while I roughed-it alone in London? 

(I should point out here that 'roughing-it' was a relative term; the house in London is in Eton Square, slap in the middle of Mayfair and just around the corner from Buckingham Palace; it has six bedrooms over four floors, a private underground parking garage, a billiards room, a cinema, and a sauna, with an elevator connecting all the floors, so not your average student digs). 

I just wasn't sure now that I could happily rattle around alone in the place, just me and the cleaning service, for a whole year. There was no-one I could ask, no-one I trusted enough to share this with, certainly none of my school friends; what did I do? 

Andy saw my dilemma so tactfully changed the subject, talking about the parents, and our Edgeworth grandparents, and how they were likely to react. Mother's parents had passed away when I was young, so they were just pictures in an album to me, but Nana and Grandfather lived not too far away, near Midsomer Norton, and when I was younger, I'd always called on them, as my parents were patently useless when it came to parenting issues; it's hard to communicate with a parent whose responses are being filtered through several layers of Singapore Gin Sling and Tom Collins'...

After a good meal, and a bottle of fruity, nicely-rounded Tokay from Daddy's cellar, I could hardly keep my eyes open, and Andy made such a warm, comfortable bolster, while he talked about medical school, old friends he'd met yesterday and today for the first time in years. I nestled back against him, listening to his voice rumbling softly in his chest, enjoying his arm around me, and let my mind wander.

I woke in full morning sunshine, Andy's arm still around me and holding me to him, his breathing slow and deep; he was still fast asleep. The throw had slipped onto the floor, but he was so warm, and the morning sun was so delicious, I just sighed happily and snuggled back against him, completely at peace with the world. Then my lovely haze was shattered.

"Lindy, dear, just what on earth are you two doing?"

I froze; Nana! Oh my God! I squeezed my eyes tight shut, hoping it was just my imagination, but no, there it came again, soft, but clear and distinct.

"Lindy, where are your clothes? And why is Andrew naked, too?"

I slowly turned to look, and sure enough, there was my grandmother standing at the end of the sofa, one eyebrow cocked in query. I started to clamber off the sofa, but she shushed me.

"Quietly, dear, let him sleep; I want to talk to you, first. Pick up your robe, Lindy, and come with me."

I slipped my robe on and trudged along behind her, knowing that any story I came up with to explain my being naked, in bed, with my equally naked big brother, had better be stupendously good if I were to have any chance of slipping it past her; now I knew how they felt in France when they were marched up to the guillotine...

We went into the parlour, and Nana quietly closed the door so we could talk.

"Take a seat, please, Lindy, this won't take long." 

I sat in a huddle, arms wrapped around myself, unable to meet her eyes, so I was startled when I felt her hand brush against my hair, and as I looked up in puzzlement, she lifted my chin and looked into my eyes.

"So much like your mother, and your father too!" she smiled. "I think I know what you were doing, in fact I'm sure, but why don't you tell me anyway, eh? And before you ask, yes, your Grandfather saw you too, but don't worry, I sent him into the garden to inspect the Azaleas, he'll be a while. Now, talk to me, Lindy!"

Grandfather knew too? Oh Christ-bloody-Almighty, how much worse could this get? And yet we were still alive...

I didn't know where to start, or how angry she was, if indeed she was, because, strangely, she actually didn't seem that perturbed, so I started from the beginning, how I'd always felt that Andy was special, how much I needed him around me, how much I missed him when he was gone, and what had happened at the school, then at the hotel afterwards, and the following morning, only yesterday.

Nana watched my face carefully while I talked, grinning as I told her what I'd done to Jack Fineman in the park when he'd tried to abduct me, and tutting about Freddy.

"Dear Freddy, such a waste; there are so many things your father should have told him, and given him; a bloody good thrashing now and then wouldn't have gone amiss, but I suppose in this day and age if one is no longer allowed to discipline one's own children, who exactly is going to?"

She paused for a second, looking pensive, then resumed.

"What Andrew said about him is probably correct; he did a bloody stupid thing, but I don't think he actually meant anything by it; he was just trying to show you he was the Alpha-Male in your relationship. Poor, poor Freddy, socked in the eye and chased out of the park! I wonder where he is now. I'll have your Grandfather's people locate him, just to make sure he's alright."

She reached over to twitch my robe into something a little more modest, and smoothed my hair back out of my eyes; such a normal gesture from her that I began to really relax; so far no fireworks, no recriminations, no histrionics, I wasn't dead yet, and I was beginning to wonder why. At that moment, my Grandfather popped his head through the garden doors and smiled at me. 

I was always struck by how much Andy looked like Grandfather; that same burly, square-shouldered build, the same mop of curly black hair (peppered with iron-grey in Grandfather's case), the same grey-blue eyes, the same firm chin with that characteristic cleft in it; that's probably why I felt so comfortable around both of them. Andy obviously got the full set of Edgeworth dominants from Grandfather's side of the family; if I wanted to know what he was going to look like one day, all I had to do was look at my Grandfather. Even at his age, in his mid-sixties, Grandfather was still a very handsome man; Nana was very lucky.

Nana looked disapprovingly at him, making him grin apologetically.

"Really, George, we're not done, please go and find something to do! Shoo, go away!"

Grandfather grinned at me and blew me a quick kiss. Poor Grandfather, he towered over Nana, but she made the rules; I suppose it must be working for them, since they'd been married over forty years now. Nana made a shooing gesture, so he winked at me, gave me another grin, and disappeared from view. I squared my shoulders.

"So, Nana, you caught us 'in flagrante'; what's next? Are you going to tell Daddy and Mother?"

Nana smiled, the merest twitch of the corners of her mouth, and once again I was struck by how much I looked like her; she had Daddy's features, that same chin, the same mouth, even the same nose, but her hair was the same rich auburn as Daddy's, whereas I had a sort of generic brown. 

"No Lindy, I don't see that would serve any...purpose," she said, and I knew what she meant; she adored daddy, but she had no illusions about him; that was why the chairman of the board and most of the directors were Daddy's older brothers and their sons; Daddy was destined to be a playboy, Mother was only ever going to be a Socialite, which was why her brothers ran all their family industries. That was what they both wanted, so their brothers all gave him what they wanted, and in return they stayed away from anything as boring as actually taking an interest in the various businesses, which was probably a good thing for the economy of the country in the long run.

"Lindy," she continued, "I just want to know one thing: where do you intend taking this...liaison with Andrew? He's your ha...he's your brother, there's no escaping that fact, how do you expect to carry this off?" 

I hadn't thought too deeply about that; I'd been so caught-up in him, in being with him, I'd never really thought how we'd do this; I guess I had subconsciously been relying on Andy to automatically make it all right for me, the way he'd always done. She had that eyebrow quirked again; time for an answer.

"I...don't know, Nana; I suppose I'll go and live somewhere with Andy...Andrew, somewhere no-one knows us; I doubt the parents will pry too deeply," she smiled at that, "so I suppose whatever we do will be whatever's best for us. I want him, I know I do, and I know he wants me too. One day he'll be a doctor, and I'll be happy to be a doctor's wife and not Linda Eugenia Francesca Grosvenor-Edgeworth, society shark-bait and Socialite-in-Training. Until then, well, we shall have to see."




Shining Girl: Andy and Linda Pt. 02



Nana smiled delightedly.

"I'm so glad you know your own mind, darling! Andrew is a lucky boy! It's just a good thing they don't have all that 'Debutante, presentation at Court' nonsense anymore, I'm not sure how your darling mother would have handled it!"

I had to smile; Nana was one of the last of the real Debutantes; she'd 'come-out' and been presented at Court in 1957 before the Queen abolished all that stuff in 1958, and louche as she was, I suspect my mother would have jumped at the chance to shoe-horn me into one of those ridiculous dresses and trot me out in front of the Queen if that archaic nonsense still survived; at the very least, it would have got her photographed yet again for the Society pages of 'Tatler'; now, with me (hopefully) somewhere a long way away, playing bang-bang with Andy, even the remote chance of that ever happening was fading, and as for prancing around in front of 'The Germans' in a stupid frou-frou dress...

While she was off the subject of my nakedness with my brother, I had a question of my own.

"Why are you here, anyway, Nana?"

She looked blankly at me for a second, then grinned again.

"I'm having some old friends to dinner tonight, and they're bringing some of their eligible offspring, so I was planning on doing a little match-making." 

I looked pained at that, but she touched my arm reassuringly.

"Don't worry dear, I'm not about to foist some minor public-school lout off on you, I actually popped-in to see if I could intercept you before you went off and did whatever it is you do, as I can't seem to pin you children down for five minutes these days, and what do I find instead? A scene straight out of 'Caligula'! Poor Barty Reeves-Wood is going to be devastated!" she grinned mischievously.

I wasn't devastated; the Reeves-Wood simpleton had halitosis that could blow a hole through a steel dinner-tray, and left a trail of tarnished silverware and asphyxiated houseplants and wildlife wherever he went. Last Christmas at Nana's house he'd tried to haul me under the mistletoe and I'd had to accidentally stand on his instep with a stiletto heel until his eyes crossed and he forgot all about me... 

"If you're sure..." I said, uncertain if I was ready to go that public this soon in our relationship, but Nana was a subversive who always threw fun dinner-parties; it would just be a real strain having to pretend Andy was nothing but my older brother, but what the hey... 

Nana grinned disarmingly.

"I just thought you and Andrew might enjoy being dangled as bait; maybe it'll liven things up a little! Of course, now that you're both taken it might be a bit difficult..." she trailed off suggestively.

"Excuse me just a second..." I said, and opened the door to the family room, where Andy was still fast asleep on the sofa, looking so adorable I wanted to run over there and bite him.

"Andy, Andy!" I called. His eyes snapped open and he sat up.

"What is it, what's wrong? Lindy...?"

I beckoned him closer.

"Come in here, baby, and put your robe on; Nana and Grandfather are here!"

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock.

"Oh Jeez, you mean they...both of us...on the sofa...?" and I nodded.

"They know, baby, and don't worry, it's all OK, Nana's alright, ditto Grandfather; he's been banished to the garden, you might have to go and find him in a minute, but Nana wants to talk to you now."

His eyes narrowed, and I had to grin.

"Really, Andy, it's all OK, just make yourself decent and come in here!" 

Somewhat hesitantly, he followed me into the parlour, where Nana smiled brightly at him as she pecked him on the cheek.

"My goodness, Andrew, you really are the spit and image of George when he was your age; we shall all have to watch out for you, you handsome devil you!"

Andy, normally so quick on the draw with a witty riposte looked more than a little sandbagged by Nana's charm offensive, given the state she'd found us in.

"Erm, yes...lovely to see you, Gran...er..." he floundered, while Nana's eyes gleamed happily, until finally she took pity on him.

"Calm yourself dear, you and Lindy are of age, and quite frankly, I can see why both of you embarked on this...whatever you want to call it. Do calm down, darling!"

Andy stopped alternately flashing beet red and deathly pale as Nana's words sank in.

"You mean you...I mean, you're not ...?"

Nana chuckled musically, that sweet, indulgent laugh she seemed to keep especially for us.

"No dear, I'm not 'pregnant pause', or indeed anything. Just be a bit more discreet in future! Now, the reason I stopped by was to nab the pair of you for dinner tonight. Do come, darlings, it will be fun, and you look so dashing in a dinner jacket! You'll both have to keep your hands off each other, but, as you're now a couple as they say, you can at least torture my friends' eligible sprouts from a distance!"

Andy grinned at that.

"You're a mean, hard woman, Gran, that's a terrible thing to do!"

Nana grinned innocently.

"Yes, it is, isn't it? And so much fun, too! Eight o'clock sharp, dears, and Lindy, darling, wear something alluring; I want the devastation factor off the scale tonight! Andrew, please go and put something on, and go and find your Grandfather before he falls in the Koi pond again..."

When he'd left, something she'd said earlier rose up and demanded my attention.

"Nana, earlier, you almost said Andy...Andrew was my ...half-brother; is that true?"

Nana looked sideways at me, then shook her head.

"I suppose I had better tell you, otherwise you'll never let it go. Yes, Andrew is your half-brother; his father is...your Grandfather."

OK, I never saw that one coming; Grandfather George was...Andy's father? This was Level 9 on the scale of bizarre shit my family had gotten up to.

"Go on, please," I heard myself say as I tried to bring myself back into focus. Nana pulled me closer, once again rearranging my robe as she told the tale.

"When your parents got married, Chloe was already pregnant; she'd been up to her usual tricks, and she and George had been having a little fun, only she got caught. Her dear mother was my best friend, and I couldn't let her be alone and just have a child like that, so your father, who'd always been her good friend, agreed to marry her; I think he thought it was all a bit of a lark. So he did, just to give the baby a name."

Ah-ha, so that was why my parents seemed so unconcerned about each other's dalliances; they really weren't interested, they'd only gotten married to give Andy a name. Poor Andy, but now that uncanny resemblance to Grandfather made sense. I was still a little shaken, though.

"But Nana, doesn't that mean Andy's my uncle too, if he's daddy's half-brother...?

Nana smiled secretively, then winked, possibly the dirtiest wink I'd ever seen.

"Lindy, Lindy, that isn't so, and for a very good reason; Andrew isn't your uncle, because George isn't your father's father; your father comes by his decadent nature honestly, darling girl!"

Now I was shocked.

"Nana!" I gasped, "you mean...?" and she smiled wickedly.

"Yes dear, I know, shocking isn't it! Your Grandfather and I have always had a ...relaxed attitude to what the other does; our marriage was pretty much arranged to tie up the family businesses, and we were hardly consulted; I wasn't exactly straining at the leash to get married, not with all those lovely Oxford and Cambridge undergrads to road-test, and George was having far too much fun bouncing French-Moroccan film actresses off the walls of his Mayfair penthouse; our parents had to literally frogmarch us down the aisle!"

She paused to catch her breath, her eyes alight with memory.

"We just saw no need to...limit ourselves, just because our parents saw fit to shackle us together; he was absolutely gorgeous then, I have to admit, and I did love him, I still do, more than anything in the world, but I wasn't IN love with him, and he was pretty much the same about me; as long as we kept it off the lawn so as not to frighten the dogs, or off the ballroom floor to avoid stains, we did as we pleased. Your father's real father was such a sweet boy, and so pretty; Nigel looks just like him, and so do you, and poor, confused little Freddy."

My head was spinning with all this information. Nana took my hand and squeezed it gently as she once more brushed the hair away from my face.

"Bit of a shock, eh, finding out your sweet old granny's actually a louche old society tart?"

I snapped around to stare at her, to see her wicked grin again.

"Relax Lindy, I told you all this so you'd know who and what we are, and probably explain a bit about your parents, too."

But there was one thing that felt so bad right now, and I could feel it in my chest, wanting to burst out.

"Nana, what you said...about...daddy, Grandfather, but he's not my Grandfather...?"

Nana took me by the shoulders and pulled me around to look into my eyes.

"Don't you even think that, Linda! George is your Grandfather, you're his granddaughter, and he adores and worships you! It's not about the blood, it's about the bond; when you were six, and you had that bad bout of flu, it was he who put your cot outside on the terrace to cool you down, and sat up night after night to watch over you, and it was he who sat with you day after day while your parents were off God knows where; it was he who taught you how to swim, played tea-party with you, took you to the seaside, and read you to sleep on his lap, and it was he who created all those funds so his favourite granddaughter would never want for anything! He is your Grandfather, in every way that counts, and you are his granddaughter, and don't you ever forget that!"

That burst the floodgates, and I spent the next few minutes soaking Nana's designer blouse, but she didn't seem to mind. When my bellows had died down to the occasional snotty sniffle, she took me upstairs and pushed me in the shower while she went to find Grandfather and Andy. When I came down, most of the ravages repaired, in a light summer dress, I spotted the three of them under the Gazebo in the rose arbour, chatting amiably. Andy had found time to put on an England rugby shirt and a pair of shorts, and as I walked up, I was once again struck by just how much he resembled Grandfather; difference was, now I knew why. I slipped up next to Grandfather as he stood, and put my arms around his waist; right now I needed my Grandfather, and he seemed to understand that.

"Do you hate me, Grandfather?" I asked him in a small voice, and he looked puzzled.

"Why would I do that, Lamb-chop?" he replied, genuinely puzzled, and I indicated Andy. 

"This morning...Andrew and me..." 

Grandfather hugged me closer, and his morning smell, a sweet mixture of Walnut Mix pipe tobacco, fruit drops, and Yardley Citrus and Wood cologne once again washed over me.

"I was...shocked, Lamb-chop, but this is your home, and you're both of age, so no, I have nothing to say; you'll work it out, Lindy!"

I kissed him and took Andy's hand. He tried to pull me into his lap, but Nana looked pained.

"In a chair, darling, there are enough to go around!"

I grinned and sat sedately while Nana finished briefing Andy on the upcoming dinner, and then they were leaving. We walked the grandparents to their car, then stood waving at the front door until they were out of sight; I wonder what they would have thought if they'd known Andy had his hand up the back of my dress, inside my panties, gently tickling my bumhole and teasing my pussy. I was hopping from one foot to the next, trying not to squirm, getting an odd look and a knowing smile from Nana, and I promised myself I'd kill him, slowly, preferably by humping him to death...

Once they were out of sight, I spun round, only for him to get there first, his lips crushing mine even as his hands slid down to squeeze my bum, pulling me up tight against him so he could rub his bulging crotch against my suddenly tender slit. 

We kissed and rubbed together, then he released my bum to slide my zipper down so he could pull my dress down in one quick move. As I was now standing there in just my panties, I grabbed his sports shirt and tugged it off him, then kissed him some more as he slid my panties down.

I wanted to have him in my bed, but Andy had other ideas, tugging down his shorts so his thick, swollen cock jutted out from his groin; as soon as I saw that, I couldn't have cared less where we did it, just as long as I got that back inside me, where it belonged! Luckily our makeshift bed was still more or less intact, and suddenly Andy was pulling me onto him to sit astride him and slowly feed that wonderful pants-python into my sopping wet pussy. I nearly saw stars as he once again parted my lips as he slid into me, and I responded by humping and hunching madly on top of him while he rammed into me.

Neither of us could keep up that kind of pace, and I broke first, screaming into his neck as my orgasm scythed through me, filling me with white light and pulsating, glowing heat. Andy barked out a sort of coughing groan as I tightened around him, then the feel of his cock swelling and pulsing inside me as he filled me with his thick spunk was more than enough to set me off again.

I slumped down against his chest, savouring the texture of his chest hair against my cheek, the long, soft, almost downy black hairs beginning to shroud his chest and outline his abs, with the sexiest line of dark hairs leading to his navel. Andy was never going to be a bear, but I was glad he wasn't one of those waxed, spray-tanned, asexual, anaemic-looking shop-window mannequins, either. 

A trickle of sweat oozed down between his pectorals, and, on impulse, I intercepted it with my tongue-tip, just to see if it tasted as fresh as it smelled; I'm pleased to report that it did: tangy, salty, all kinds of other, more subtle hints, but all him, all Andy.

I don't know how long we lay slumped there like that; I was captivated by the slow pulse of his heart, the sound of his breathing, the fresh, salt-tinged smell of clean male, and the comforting feel of his arms around me, with his big, soft hands clasped firmly around my bum; I knew for a fact that he would hold me like that forever if I were to ask him, and that was enough for me.

I was almost asleep again when he patted my bottom, jarring me out of my reverie.

"Breakfast?" he enquired, and with that I realised how hungry I was. I didn't want to move just yet; my Andy-pillow was far too comfortable, but then he tried a distraction tactic I'm sure the UN have outlawed; he began kissing me; little nibbles at first, but persistent, and I began to take an interest, and kissed him back, and before I knew it we were snogging like crazy. To my way of thinking, we hadn't done anything like enough kissing in the last two days, so, as long as he was still inside me, and still interested enough, it was time for some intense lip-hockey.

As we kissed, I could feel him firming-up again inside me; he'd never really gone completely soft, and now I could feel that lovely girth filling me again as he warmed-up. Suddenly, he rolled us onto our sides, then once again, so I was on my back underneath him, and he began to thrust into me. Since we'd already had one great session, I knew he'd take a while to get to the boil, and so I zoned-out as he hammered himself into me, mini-orgasms rolling through me again and again as I lost myself in what we were doing. 

The feel and scent of him above me, his lips hungrily searching mine out again and again, the sensations deep inside me as he powered his thick cock into me endlessly: I was in heaven. I think I came at least ten times as he rammed into me, but when he shortened his strokes and pulled my legs up over his arms, I knew he was close, and when I came one last time, I tightened involuntarily around him, making him gasp out loud as I pushed him over the edge. His cock shuddered and pulsed inside me, once more flooding me with his creamy spunk.

Andy slumped down, his heart hammering against mine, his body hot and shiny from his exertions; he looked so delicious I'd have gone around with him all over again; alas, it was not to be; poor lamb was drained by his exertions, as was I, so we spent the next little while recovering enough strength to stagger upstairs for a refreshing shower so we could go out and find brunch somewhere.

When we got back home, after having done a little shopping to fill the fridge, Andy lured me upstairs and once again yanked my panties off; I should have fought him off manfully, defending my honour with the last of my strength, but I was far too busy tugging his pants down to give a shit; all I wanted was a mouthful of man, and Andy was too much of a gentleman to refuse me, only this time I didn't have it all my own way. 

He manoeuvred me around somehow so my pussy was over his mouth, and, as I suckled him, he lapped away at me, driving me crazy, sending waves of good stuff charging through me, until I came in a screaming climax that set him off, flooding my mouth with tasty man-fat, pulse after pulse of the stuff, making me wonder where all this was coming from, after the morning we'd had. Still, I decanted him thoroughly, and once I'd licked him clean, we were able to finally sleep in my bed, his hands clutching my bum possessively while I kissed and licked his chest and neck until I fell asleep, fucked to perfection by my man.

I awoke in the golden light of early evening, feeling rested and wonderfully refreshed. Andy was fast asleep, spooning me, his tummy and chest lovely and warm against my back, with his arm held protectively around me. I loved the feel of him hugging me; I always had. It occurred to me that we'd never actually had a cross word between us, nor a single argument; whatever he'd said, I always just took for granted he was right, and we'd never been at swords-point over anything, not even from my earliest memories; it was almost as if we were two halves of the same thing.

Freddy was another story; we'd never been able to develop even an entente-cordiale, let alone a normal sibling relationship; from early days everything about him had rubbed me up the wrong way, and our interactions would invariably degenerate to the point where I ended-up dragging him by the scruff of his neck to the Koi pond, with every intention of shoving him in and keeping my foot on his neck until he stopped squirming. Andy saved his life so many times...

I suppose in hindsight he'd been pretty much harmless, if more than a little repulsive, but the episode in the park just two days ago had put him outside the pale with me. Andy was still protective toward him, even if currently furious, but he was lucky I wasn't deciding his fate just now, because being tied in a sack with a starving pack of rabid weasels would have been the least of his problems...

Andy woke while I was musing, his big arm pulling me closer even as he kissed the back of my neck.

"Hi Lindy!" he murmured, making me flush with pleasure and wriggle delightedly as the hairs on my neck stood up; every time he called me 'Lindy' it seemed to have an extra little spin on it, and only he could say my name that way. Even today, all these years later, no-one can call me 'Lindy' the way he does.

"Are you ready to go forth and torture Gran's dinner-guests?" he murmured, roving his hands over me, not trying to excite me or anything, just re-acquainting himself, as it were.

The last thing I wanted to do was sit around a dining table while Nana and her depraved old swinger friends rehashed their glory days, but I couldn't very well tell Andy that; instead, I tried to think of a way to fend off that idiot, Barty Reeves-Wood. Barty was the kind of too-rich, public-school lout who calls girls 'totty' and slaps them on the bottom as though he had a right to; as those things piss me off, coupled with his disgusting habit of continually swilling good champagne like a hog in a dinner jacket, which gave him breath bad enough to take the shine off a marble fireplace, I resolved to make him truly miserable. 




Shining Girl: Andy and Linda Pt. 02



The way I saw it, I was owed some compensation for not being able to sit next to Andy and interfere with him under the table.

Mother and I are about the same size, and as she dresses far too age-inappropriately, I had no compunction about rummaging through one of her dressing rooms for a designer dress she'd never worn, and never will. 

When I came down, hair brushed and curled, I was buttoned into a tiny, figure-hugging, black, sequinned 'fuck-me' cocktail dress that was backless, side-less, and pretty much front-less, nude stockings, and a pair of Louboutin's with lethal steel spikes for heels that she probably wasn't even aware she owned.

Andy was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, looking delicious in his dinner jacket, crisp dress-shirt with a subtle pleated front, and antique carved Jet studs. He grinned when I did a twirl for him, then grabbed me to slide his hand up my dress and squeeze my bottom while he kissed me.

"Bloody hell, Lindy, I've changed my mind!" he grinned. "Screw the dinner, I'd rather rip that off and eat you!"

As that was exactly the effect I'd been shooting for, I could relax; now, all I had to do was to manoeuvre Barty the idiot into position for me to clobber him good and proper; those spike heels were either going through his feet and into the floor, or I was going to hammer one in each ear and see if I couldn't make them meet in the middle. Nana wanted mischief and pyrotechnics; I would do my level best to give her some.

*

All in all, it wasn't too bad an evening; I spent most of it trying to be demure while having to watch Andy being fawned-over by various incarnations of Lavinia Trust Fund-Obscene Wealth. 

I had Barty and his oik friends to deal with, although Andy made a point of periodically staring at them with one raised eyebrow whenever he thought I needed the assist, which wasn't often; boys like Barty only have three actual brain cells, all dedicated to throwing food around in restaurants, with the sexual sophistication of wart-hogs, the seduction technique of autistic orang-utans, and all the charm and charisma of a vasectomy.

All was going well. I kept Barty and his numbskull friends at bay by simply walking away whenever one of them tried to talk to me, which confused them, made Nana grin, and got me a big wink from Grandfather every time I did it, and then it happened. 

I was chatting with one of Nana's friends when a hand clamped on my bottom and a gust of dragon breath whistled in my ear, melting my ear wax, and making the nearest candles burn bright blue. The Barty idiot had somehow sneaked up on me, and now I was trapped, with that retard groping my bum like he had a right; he was actually trying to poke his finger into my bumhole through my dress! 

I just saw red as raw fury blazed-up inside me; this dick thought he had a right to do something like that to me, did he? I don't fucking think so! I stamped down hard on his instep, feeling a slight 'pop' as my killer spike heel went right through his shoe and into his foot, and swung my clenched fist into his crotch, just as Andy had drummed into me when I was young. 

Barty opened his mouth to scream, or vomit, or perhaps both, and suddenly he was sliding backwards as Andy effortlessly hauled him out of the room by the scruff of his neck. All his friends stood there open-mouthed, while the olds all pretended to be interested in the wallpaper; obviously they'd all had enough of idiot-boy and his antics too, even his parents. 

I followed, interested to see how Andy was planning on killing him, so it was a little disappointing that all he did was shove him head down in the fountain; then, as he surfaced, Andy grabbed the waistband of his trousers and yanked hard, ripping them completely off him, taking his boxers with them, which had to have hurt, while all his beefy-faced cronies watched in shocked silence. Andy hauled him upright by his hair and pulled him close.

"The next time you touch my sister, you limp-dicked imbecile, or even look at her, I'm going to shove my hand down your throat, grab your balls, and yank you inside-out; are you listening?"

Barty nodded, his face a picture of terror. Andy looked so menacing even I felt sorry for that idiot, but most of the girls were gazing at him adoringly, 'My Hero!' flashing on and off above them in big letters; obviously Barty and his oik friends had pissed them off too, which was tough luck for them, because he was going home with me, hah!

Andy shook him once more.

"I'm going inside to say goodnight to my grandparents; when I come out, you had better be gone, because if you're still here..."

With that he gave him what looked like a light push in the chest, but Barty went staggering. Andy walked up to me, and offered his arm.

"Coming, Lindy?"

Leaving Barty there shivering with terror while I tried manfully not to giggle (and believe me, there's no more ridiculous sight than a man in a dinner jacket, dress shirt and socks, naked from the waist down, with his wedding tackle swinging in the night breeze...) we strolled back into the house, where Nana was waiting with a mischievous grin on her face. Andy tried to apologise, but Nana wouldn't hear of it.

"Nonsense, Andrew, you were looking after your sister! I saw what that boorish oaf did, so did your Grandfather; if you hadn't done something, he certainly would have! As it is, Barty's father was laughing so hard your Grandfather had to take him into the billiards room and thump him on the back! Barty's getting scant sympathy tonight; his poor mother, though, she was absolutely mortified, poor dear; I must take her to lunch soon!"

From that, I gathered that the night's entertainment had come up to scratch, and would provide gossip for weeks to come...

We took our leave, Andy once again handing me into the E-Type, not sparing the glances at my legs as my hem rode up nearly to my waist. He was silent on the way home, but I noted how his glance kept flicking to my thighs, where my stocking-tops were in plain view and then back to the road, so I helped matters by slowly easing my hem up even further, giving him a flash of bare thigh. Andy twigged on to what I was doing, his smile getting broader and broader, until he swung off the main road and down a quiet lane, eventually pulling into a lay-by and switching off the engine. It was a full moon, so the light was good, and I saw the expression on his face; he wanted to play; good, so did I!

Andy jumped out of the car and came around to open my door and help me out, and I defy any woman in the world to climb out of a low-slung E-Type without giving any bystanders a free show; luckily the lane was empty. As I stood upright, he pulled me close, his lips finding mine even as his hands slid up my thighs and cupped the cheeks of my bottom. I was wearing a tiny little thong, more of a g-string than anything else, to minimise VPL, so my bum was effectively bare anyway, which just made him squeeze and pull my cheeks apart even more, making me gasp at the sensations as he stretched my bum-hole open.

All the while, he was kissing me hungrily, almost roughly, although to be honest, I was being just as physical; right there and then I wanted him more than anything in the world, and I could tell he was feeling the same way. I didn't want my brother to make love to me, either; I wanted him to bang me as hard as he could! He broke our kiss and held me, panting, as his hands roamed around under my dress, touching, feeling, sliding over my body, and making me very hot. I needed a breather too; my internal temperature was off the scale, and when his hands found my nipples, I nearly fainted.

"Oooh God, yesss!" I moaned, wrapping one leg around him so I could pull him even closer to feel that bulge once more tease and torture my sensitive slit.

"I've been wanting to do this all night!" he moaned in my ear, "I couldn't stand it any longer; if we hadn't left when we did I would have just dragged you upstairs, fuck what anybody thinks!"

As he spoke he was gently pushing me backwards, until I was sitting on the bonnet of the Jag. Andy pressed forward, and suddenly I was reclining on that long, swooping bonnet, the metal feeling icy against my overheated skin. As his lips once more crushed mine, he reached under my dress and tugged my thong down, so his hand could rub and fondle my juicy pussy; I gasped as he slid a finger inside me, then two, frigging me as his thumb gently pressed against my clitoris, sending me higher and higher with every movement of his hand.

I tugged my dress down to free my aching nipples; his lips immediately clamped around them, one after the other, licking, sucking, and gently biting them, making me even hotter, driving me crazy with need for him, and when he slid one finger into my bumhole as he frigged me, that was enough to send me over the top. My teeth clenched as I tried not to scream with the surging force of my release.

As I came, Andy was suddenly leaning over me, and his thick cock suddenly jamming into me was enough to set me off again, a whole string of orgasms blasting through me as he hammered his cock into me while I half sat-half reclined on the car bonnet. I laced my hands together behind his neck to support myself as I thrust my hips at him, meeting him thrust for thrust, and so we fucked, like mink in a deserted country lane, in the middle of the night, on the bonnet of my mother's sportscar.

I must have come half a dozen times, each better than the last, before Andy started his short, powerful strokes, and I knew he was nearly there, so I squeezed him, hard, as I kissed him, and that finally brought him on, a loud groan escaping his lips as I felt him swell inside me, then a series of pulsing, muscular tremors as he emptied himself inside me, his body rigid and his breath hissing through his teeth as he filled me up again.

Luckily I was sitting almost upright, as I was able to hold him as he almost collapsed with the aftermath of such an explosive climax; he rested his weight on the car, but his chest was pressed to mine as he hugged me in a gentle bear-hug, and I could feel the runaway pattering of his heart against mine. I let him catch his breath, then nipped his earlobe with my lips.

"Better now, baby?" I murmured, and for answer he shifted his weight so he could pull me closer and squeeze my bottom playfully.

"Much better, Lindy!" he grinned, "that was incredible, thank you!"

"What brought this on, then?" I grinned, and gasped as he pulled my bum cheeks apart again.

"When I saw that idiot touch you, I wanted to kill him; I can't help it, Lindy, all I know is that you're mine, and I'm yours, and no-one comes between us, and no-one touches you, only me! I can't help how I feel, baby-girl, I just got so jealous when I saw him pawing you like that!" 

I was thrilling inside as he talked; I felt the exact same way, but I hadn't known how to say it; now he was saying it all for me, so I did the next best thing.

"Take me home, Andy; take me to your bed and show me how much you love me!" I whispered in his ear.

Andy smiled, and then he kissed me, a long, slow, tender kiss; never mind that my boobs were hanging out of my dress, or that my thong was hanging off one ankle, it was still the most romantic moment of my entire life, as we committed to each other in a deserted country lane late one moonlit summer night. Eventually we reluctantly stopped with the kissing; wonderful as it was, I didn't want to spend the night here; I wanted to bend my bed with Andy, so I let him help me up, pulled up my panties and rearranged myself back into my dress for the short drive home. 

Once home, I slipped into the shower while Andy hung-up his suit, then joined me, both of us actually taking a shower; no hanky-panky this time; we had the rest of the night for that, but the feel of his hands on me as he soaped my back and shoulders...words fail. Once we were pink and shiny clean, Andy helped me dry-off (such a kind boy, and he found such nice places to rub as well, I must keep him...) then helped me fluff out my hair as I blow-dried it, at which point I leapt frenziedly on him, and only some unfair tickling got him into position to do some really naughty things to bits of me that really needed it.

As we rolled around, his lips and tongue drove me frantic, licking and sucking me while his big, soft hands squeezed, rubbed, lightly pinched, and groped me, making me gasp and tingle with delight.

Finally tired of horsing around, he trapped me on my back, holding me by the wrists as he gently licked a trail from between my breasts all the way to my slit, then long, slow lapping licks as he teased my labia and clitoris with the flat of his tongue. I was seeing stars all the while, and when he shoved his tongue-tip between my labia, I came, hard, flooding his face with my juices, which he eagerly lapped-up.

As I came back down, he rolled me onto my tummy, and once more pulled me up to his mouth, this time licking me from my bumhole to my clitoris in long, sweeping strokes of his tongue, alternating with poking the tip of his tongue into my most secret place, driving me wild with the sensations as he rimmed me. I was mewing and gasping, a complete wreck, when he pulled me to my knees and cupped his hands over my boobs, and as he squeezed and squashed my nipples, he slid his fat cock into me from the rear, taking me doggy-style. From this angle, his cock felt immense, and every ridge and vein rubbed every nerve-ending inside me, setting-off even more fireworks inside me.

I dropped down onto my chest, holding the bedclothes as he pounded into me, the angle now so acute that I felt I couldn't take any more since my pussy was already stuffed so tight. Andy obviously felt the same, quickening his stroke as he hammered into me, his breath hitching and gasping, while orgasm chased orgasm through me, one after another.

When he came, I swear my tummy bulged with the force of his ejaculation; I thought he'd filled me up earlier, but now I felt his cock swell and jam inside me as thick jets of spunk blasted into me and ran out along the sides of his cock, drenching my inner thighs as that enormous volume of spunk filled me to overflowing.

I slumped down, utterly mind-warped by what he'd done to me, tremors shuddering through me as the aftermath of my orgasm took me. Andy stayed stock-still above me, his hands taking his weight on either side of me as his cock twitched and pulsed inside me, the last remnants of his spunk draining into me, and when he slumped down next to me, I rolled on my side so I could hold him close and once more feel his soft mat of chest hair tease and tickle my throbbing nipples.

Andy held me close as he gasped for breath, while I burrowed against him, lost in his smell, the silky feel of his chest-hair as I gently licked him, savouring the feel of the long, soft hair against my tongue, and the strength of his arms as he hugged me close, his big hands once more gently roaming over me, touching and exploring, squeezing and fondling, just as I was doing to him.

*

When I woke, dawn was breaking, and the new day had brought me new insight. It was all clear to me, now; whatever I had been thinking and pondering before, the part of me deep inside that did the joined-up thinking had made a decision, and I knew it was the right one. Andy was still fast asleep, but a slight movement from me was all it took to snap him awake, then smile that lovely, slow, sweet smile of his.

"You're awake early, Princess..." he murmured, pulling me closer into his warm chest. I hugged him back, but he twigged I wanted to say something, so let me go, instead pulling the bedclothes into a warm nest around me.

"What is it, Lindy, problem?" he smiled, and I shook my head.

"Not a problem, Andy, but I've come to a decision..."

He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue, so I took a deep breath, and plunged ahead.

"When you go back to Edinburgh, I'm coming with you. No, please, let me finish!"

Andy subsided, and waved me on.

"Go on, Lindy; if you're bound to do this, you need to be sure about why; please, go on."

I took a deep breath, and unravelled my thoughts as best I could.

"I don't know why I'm going to university; I have no real career mapped-out, and I'm doing a degree because that's what you're supposed to do; PPE feels like something to do while I'm waiting for the right size trust-fund to come along and marry me, and I can't do that; I already have you. I think I should let my place go to someone who actually wants and needs it; if I go to university, all I'll be doing is marking time and turning into a dilettante, with no plan, and no future. The future I have is with you, I know that now. Does that make sense?"

Andy held me closer while I cried a little, but I knew I was right; I wasn't just having an episode of infatuation. My parents were wasters; if I went to university and took up space for three years studying for a pointless degree I'd never use, wouldn't that make me just as big a waster? At least this way my place would go to someone who wanted a proper career and would take the degree seriously; they deserved it more than I did.

Andy held me and crooned to me while I sniffled against him, but eventually my tears dried up, and I was able to talk and think coherently again. Andy smiled as he jigged me against him, like he used to do when I was small, until I was ready to go on.

"I thought about this, I really did; uni and I are not meant to be; I only applied because I thought I was supposed to. Now I know I have real options, and that's the life I want; I'd rather be a doctor's wife than a dull-as-dust researcher for some deadbeat politician who's only in Parliament for the salary. Take me with you, please, baby!"

Andrew pulled me around to sit on his lap, and held me while he kissed my cheek, my hair, even my ear, making me squirm.

"Of course I'm taking you with me; try and stop me!" he breathed in my ear, "I just wanted to hear you tell me why I should!"

*

The summer break rolled past at breakneck speed, and before I knew it, it was nearing time for Andy to go back up north and resume his studies; only now, I was going with him. The summer together had cemented our relationship, welding us together into one, and Andy could no more leave me behind than I could let him go. 

It was more than just the sex, although that was fantastic; it was the little things: waking in the morning to find myself spooned in his lap, his arm around me; the way he'd brush my hair from my forehead then kiss me quick as lightning, or pull me into his lap as we snacked in front of the TV, and the laughing, giggling, rough and tumble horseplay that inevitably turned into hot and sweaty, or sweet and gentle, lovemaking. 

I even decided to forgive Freddy; Grandfather's 'people' had found him alive and well and skulking around his bolt-hole in Aberystwyth, which relieved Andy (and me, too, I have to say; he may have been a complete arse, but he was still my brother).

As an interesting side-bar, I got a call from Sai Fong early one morning, humming and hawing a lot until she finally managed to get to the point; she knew, and said not to ask her how, that Andy and I, me and my brother, were now an item. What she wanted to know was, how had I managed it; just how did I get Andy to make that frenzied leap at me? 

As she asked, a light went on; Harry, of course! I gave her the whole sordid (but exciting!) story of how I'd ended up in Andy's bed the night before the testimonial match, and waking to find him fast asleep with his hand on my bum while his night-wood was placed just right to rub against me, and how he'd woken to find me gripping him while I rubbed one out on him, and how it had gone from there, basically, that I'd seduced him when he was in no position to hold me off. I hope she was taking notes...




Shining Girl: Andy and Linda



Freddy's face worked as I laughed, partly at the absurdity of his suggestion, partly at the thought of him succeeding with a girl who wasn't drugged, comatose, or both, and partly out of nervousness at being alone with him now he'd made his intentions so clear.

I guess I should have been watching him more closely; I suppose, deep down inside, I never, ever believed him capable of what he did next, which was to pounce on me, his hands all over me, but concentrating on my boobs, squeezing with one hand while he held the back of my neck with the other, and slowly but surely forcing my face closer to his. All the while he was muttering furiously.

"You little fucking bitch, you know what you do to me, you know you want this, you're gonna get what you want now, you little cock-teasing slut...! On and on he muttered, squeezing my boobs really painfully while trying to kiss me. At first he had the upper hand, but gradually I began to pull away from him; playing hockey and netball actually does keep you fit; I realised I was stronger than my puny little nose-picker of a twin brother, and with a sudden heave I managed to break free of him.

Of course now I wasn't scared anymore; now I was bloody furious, and as he tried to reach for me again, I gave him the punch Andy had drilled into me when I was still a little girl; fist clenched tight, wrist straight and in-line with my forearm, forearm tense; 'punch like Mike Tyson', he'd say, 'not like a girl! Follow it through, Lin, if you're going to sock someone, do it properly, and you won't have to do it again!' 

All of that came back, and my whole shoulder went into it, smacking into his left eye with a satisfying thud, and dropping him like a bad habit. I jumped up, blood in my eyes, fully prepared to ram a stiletto heel into his noisesome crotch and make him hop around like Quasimodo on a hotplate. 

"No, no, please, Lin, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!" he burbled, which probably saved his life; I was ready to kill him; the fucking nerve of him!

"Please, Lin, don't tell anyone, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I was just kidding...!" he kept on, almost whining now, but I still hadn't had my pound of flesh.

"You listen to me, you disgusting article!" I hissed, "when I get to the school, I'm going straight to Andy and telling him what you did; if you're lucky, he'll kill you; I hope you get what you deserve, I hope Andy pounds you flat and uses you to wipe up the blood! If you ever come near me again, speak to me, call me, write to me, or come within a mile of me, I'm telling Andy, understand? Now piss off out of my sight!" 

As I backed up to the bench to retrieve my bag, not wanting to take my eyes off the little maggot, I backed into someone; I looked over my shoulder into the face of Jack Fineman, one of Andy's classmates, and one person I didn't want to meet like this; something about him had always made me uneasy. 

"What's going on here, a lover's tiff, perhaps?" he grinned, and it wasn't a pleasant grin. He wrapped his arm around me to steady me, and when I tried to wriggle free, his grip tightened. 

"Naughty, naughty, Freddy-boy, with your own sister, too, how sick is that?" he sneered, and suddenly I was afraid all over again; the last thing I wanted right now, or any time soon, was Jack Fineman hugging me.

Jack nudged Freddy with his foot.

"Clear off, you little snot, your sister and I want to be alone!"

And Freddy left; he actually left me alone with that creep! The little shit scrambled to his feet and loped off without a backward glance. Now I was in trouble, no brother to help me, not even Feeble Freddy, how buggered was I?

Fineman spun me around so we were face to face, almost lip to lip, his smile even more unpleasant close up. When he spoke, the note of triumph in his voice made my skin crawl.

"Tell you what we're going to do, Miss High-And-Mighty, Trust-Fund Princess; my place isn't too far away, we're going there now, and we'll have some fun, then you can go back to whatever it is you do; if you want to play hard to get, be my guest; of course, then the whole school is going to find out how I saw you fucking your scrawny weed brother in a public park; let's see what Ugly Andy Edgeworth has to say when the world finds out what a slut his precious, perfect little sister really is! Flip a coin, do whatever you like, Princess; the ball's in your court now, time to choose!"

He really shouldn't have called Andy 'Ugly'; that word snapped me out of my haze of fear and distress. Andy had shown me time and again what to do, and I did it almost instinctively. My right knee snapped up, connecting solidly with where I presume he kept his balls; all I saw were his nostrils flare and his eyes cloud over, and I swear his eardrums shot out of his head with a twanging noise. 

His arms around me relaxed as he doubled over, and so, just to teach him the full lesson, I yanked my shoe off and conked him one as hard as I could with the steel-tipped stiletto heel; good old Jimmy C's, just the right amount of flex in the sole to give him the maximum benefit of the experience.

The creepy little shit dropped like a stone, vomited a couple of times all over himself, and then lay still. I checked. He was still breathing, unfortunately, so I went rummaging in the nearby flower bed for a half-brick or cobble-stone, because I was going to finish him off by bashing his slimy head in; unfortunately I couldn't find one, which is the only reason he's still alive today. 

I looked around to see if anyone was in sight, but the park was empty at that time of the morning, so I stamped on him a couple of times, just to leave a few more 'JC' heel marks printed on his foul carcass, then left him there while I went looking for a cab. With any luck, a passing dog would piss on him, which should give him a nice refreshing wash-down, considering what he was covered in. 

As I called a cab I plotted further revenge on Jack Fineman; now I knew why Andy and the others had called him 'Slimy', which I had always thought was a cruel nickname; now I knew better. Also, and as a final touch, now that my blood was up, I was going to find Freddy and laminate him all over his smelly little hideout, wherever that was, for abandoning me to a prize pervert like Jack Fineman.

By the time I got to the school, I'd cooled down a little, enough to swear off murdering Freddy, anyway; I was still debating what to do about Slimy Jack Fineman; supposing he did this again, to some other girl, one who didn't have someone like Andy to show them how to fight dirty? I was still pondering what to do next when the cab pulled into the school gates, and there was the lovely Harry, and his stunning half-Chinese sister. I'd met Sai Fong many times over the years; she was maybe a couple of years younger than me, and I'd known her since she'd started secondary school; she knew me well enough to instantly twig that something was wrong.

"Lin, what's the matter, what happened?" she murmured, taking in my generally mussed-up appearance and red face. I told her in a low voice what had happened, even the part with Freddy, and her face went very still.

"Lin, that's attempted rape, you do know that don't you? Jack Fineman tried to abduct you so he could rape you! I'm calling the police!"

I stopped her; there were no witnesses, Freddy had scarpered, he hadn't seen or heard anything, so it was my word against his; no, I knew a better, more immediate and much more satisfying way of dealing with him, and speak of the devil...

Andy drove in through the gate, in mother's E-Type Jag; she never drove it, and I doubt she cared he was driving it; at least it was getting some use, instead of gathering dust in the back of the garage. He slid to a halt near us, leaped out, and swept me up in a big hug; I hadn't seen him since Christmas, and I have to say, having him around, just holding me, felt better than any present he could give me.

"Lin, sweetheart, how are you, how's my favourite little sister!" he boomed, crushing me against his chest. I loved it when he did that; it was genuine affection that made him do it, not the hope of copping a crafty feel the way Freddy did, and having him there suddenly made my world feel like a much safer place.

Andy bear-hugged Sai Fong too, and she hugged him back just as affectionately.

"Hello Sai, where's Harry? I haven't heard from him all year, how is he?"

Sai smiled and pointed.

"He's over there, Andy, heading this way. How are you, big man?"

"Me? Working bloody hard, kiddo! Med school is like nothing on earth, believe me!"

Andy put his arms around both our shoulders and piloted us over to a gaggle of his friends. And there was the gorgeous Harry, looking even more handsome than I remembered him. I recalled Andy telling me once how some agency had tried to get him to model for them, but Harry had just laughed it off, and pointed them at David Denham, their friend on the rowing team, blond, gorgeous David, who'd also passed. 

I didn't want him to let me go; suddenly, the circle of his arm felt like the best place in the world, so I hung on to him like grim death. He gave me a peculiar look, but didn't shrug me off; if anything he pulled me even closer. While I was chatting with Jack, Harry and David about uni and medical school (David was at St Giles' Medical School in London) I noticed Sai Fong whispering in Andy's ear, and I saw him go pale, then gradually redden as his lips tightened and his eyes narrowed; he was furious, I could tell, and for the first and only time in my life, I was scared of my big brother. 

Andy deftly passed Sai Fong back to Harry, who seemed pleased to have her back, and urged me away from the group of boys, or young men, now, I suppose.

"Tell me what happened Lin, don't leave anything out; all of it, Lin, now!"

There was no way on God's earth I could disobey that tone, so I spilled it all: Freddy groping and cursing me, the punch that knocked him on his arse, Slimy and his disgusting little plan, and finally how I finished him off, which made Andy grin, although it was more a rictus than anything; right then he looked like the scariest man alive, but I wasn't scared now; it wasn't me who needed to hunt for cover, I knew that for sure.

"You're okay, baby-girl, you're sure? He didn't hurt you?" he asked, holding me at arm's-length and looking me directly in the eyes, so I stared right back and nodded.

"I'm sure, Andy, both of those little pricks got what they deserved, it's over!"

Andy stared at me for a few more seconds, then suddenly hugged me like he'd never done before; tight but really gentle, and I could feel his heart hammering.

"When I think what could have happened..." he whispered, and when I looked at him I was amazed to see tears in his eyes. On a sudden impulse, I hugged him, feeling his arms close around me again, making me safe again, and suddenly it was where I wanted to be forever. I'm sure he felt it too, as his hand gently stroked the small of my back, and so we hugged, oblivious to everyone around us. 

Eventually I thought to let him go, feeling more than a little sand-bagged, and caught Sai Fong's eye; she smiled slightly and raised one eyebrow, then quickly winked before turning away to gaze raptly at Harry as he chatted with his friends.

"You know this isn't over..." murmured Andy, causing me to stare at him.

"Please Andy, no..." I began, but he shushed me.

"Reporting this isn't going to work; all he has to do is deny it; and what if he tries this again? No, I'm going to have a little private chat with him; where is that dick, anyway?"

A quick canvas of everyone revealed that no-one had seen either Slimy or Freddy; Sai whispered something to Harry, who pulled Andy to one side and had a quick confab with him, then went back to the others, while Andy once more took my arm.

"I told Harry what Slimy did, and warned him to keep an eye on Sai Fong; Slimy showed a lot of interest in her when she used to come up for Sports Day. Better safe than sorry, eh? Now we need to find that stunted half-wit Freddy; I can't believe he just left you like that; I'm going to kill him...no, I'm going to stamp him flat and nail him to the gates as a warning to others, the little shit; he's finally gone too far!"

I stuck close to Andy the rest of the day and through the buffet, which he seemed to appreciate; every time I looked up, it was to see his smile, and it was doing strange things to me; I'd blush and look down again, but not before I saw Andy blushing as well; after a while I realised we were flirting; low-key, to be sure, but flirting, nevertheless. But it didn't feel strange, or sick, or just plain revolting like it would if it was Freddy; it felt good, and warm, and nice. 

In the general stir afterwards, as everyone circulated and chatted, Andy led me over to Sai Fong and Harry, with instructions to stay with them while he took care of something. I was afraid he was going hunting for Freddy, but he shook his head, reading my mind.

"It's okay, Lin, I just have to make a couple of calls; you stay here, I'll be back in a jiffy."

He disappeared for a few minutes, then came back shaking his head. I asked him what the matter was, and he grinned ruefully.

"I can't let you go back home this afternoon, not on the train by yourself, not with those two maggots on the loose, so I tried to get you a room at The Prince Rupert Hotel, but no luck; all their rooms are taken, ditto the Travelodge at Battlefield, and The Red Lion Hotel."

"I have a room booked at the Prince Rupert, because I'm playing in the testimonial match tomorrow, so, unless you can think of a better plan, you'll have to share my room, or, if you prefer, you can go home tonight to Cosford with Harry and Sai, and come back in the morning with Harry, then we can go home together after the match; what's your preference?"

There was no way I was letting Andy out of my sight; I felt safe with him, so I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm staying with my big brother tonight!" I breathed, watching his eyes as he started to blush, then grinned happily.

"I'm glad, Lin!" he murmured back, obviously feeling that 'something' fizzing between us, the way I was.

The rest of the afternoon and evening was a blur for me, because my head was full of thoughts of Andy; I now knew I really fancied him, but not in the way I'd had crushes on Harry, or Big Jack Cameron, or David Denham, pretty-boys all; this was a lot more definite, something deep down inside me telling me that this was what I really wanted, but now I was old enough to do something about it.

That pulled me up short; just what exactly did I want to do about it, anyway? Echo answereth not, so I pondered, and thought, and pondered some more, until the answer that had been staring at me all day popped into view and flagged me down. I would do whatever it took to make sure Andy knew I wanted him, and if he wanted me too, well, here I was. It seemed like a plan, and it looked like working, too, if all those smouldering glances and electric thrills each time we touched was anything to go by. 

PART 2:

We left the reception early; it had been a long day, and the fright I'd had earlier had really taken it out of me; Andy saw me flagging, so said his goodbyes and hustled me down to the car. Ever since I was a little girl I'd always liked being driven in mother's Jag; it was so 1960's glamorous, and Andy drove it through the cobbled streets with the ease of long familiarity; it almost felt surreal, with the juxtaposition of the sleek E-type growling softly through twisting medieval streets back to the hotel, like a scene from a 60's art film by a French auteur. 

The Prince Rupert was a late medieval half-timbered building on Butcher Row, and Andy booked me in as his guest, then ordered supper for the two of us in the Dining Room. We chatted while we ate, catching-up with family stuff, the latest news from the absent parents, his adventures at Edinburgh, but somehow managing to not talk about that...thing now rearing its head between us. 

When we eventually went up to the room, I was starting to feel that somehow I would have to let him know what was happening inside me; all kinds of things were clicking into place whenever I thought of him, and I didn't know where to start, or if he'd even take me seriously. Going up to that room with him was an agony of apprehension for me, believe me! 

The room itself was spectacular; walls panelled in stained walnut, thick carpets, candelabras on every surface, and a huge four-poster bed. 

I refused to turn Andy out of his bed, as he'd had a long drive from Edinburgh, and a hard day coming up, but Andy, ever the caring big brother, wouldn't hear of it, and insisted on taking the ridiculous couch, which was about three feet too short for him to stretch out on; we argued back and forth, until I settled it by pulling the spare quilt out of the linen press and making a bed on the floor. Andy grinned, knowing when he was beaten, but then came the next problem. 

As I'd originally had no intention of staying over, I had nothing to sleep in, no toiletries, and no change of underwear. Luckily the en-suite had new toothbrushes, soap, and lotions. Andy gave me his Shrewsbury Old Boys rugby jersey to sleep in, which just about covered my bum, but was made of stretchy Lycra and Gore-tex, so it was form-fitting, and I was immediately aware of my nipples sticking out from the friction of the material rubbing against them. Andy was trying to not see them, bless him, but I could see him reddening and looking away every time I looked up.

All washed and brushed, and tired-out after the stress of the day, I settled into my nest on the floor, adamant that I was comfortable there; I really didn't want to deprive poor Andy of his bed, knowing the tough match he was going to be playing in the morning, but he was still unhappy about it, and repeatedly offered to change places. 

I of course refused, and so he switched off the light and I settled down to sleep. 

Tried to, I should say. The events of that morning kept replaying in my mind and try as I might, sleep just wouldn't come. Every time I thought I was settling down, the image of Jack Fineman holding me pressed against him flashed into my mind, his slack, sneering mouth close enough to kiss, not that I'd ever have done that, I'd rather chew the leg off a leper, but it kept recurring, and I couldn't make it go away.

Also, just to make my day even more memorable, it was cold down there; in fact, it was bloody freezing. There was a persistent draught whistling from God knows where, only to be expected in a building as old as the Prince Rupert Hotel, but at least now I knew why four-poster beds had curtains. It was a warm summer night, and that bloody draught made it feel more like early winter.

Added to that was the fact the the floor was a lot harder than I'd counted on, even though I was rolled-up in a thick, doubled-over quilt. After what seemed like hours, I'd had enough; I was cold, I was dog-tired, and I was even more wide-awake than when we'd first settled down.

"Andy, Andy!" I whispered.

He shot upright.

"What, what is it Lin, what's the matter?" he stage-whispered.

"I can't sleep, Andy, and I'm cold; can I share with you please?" I quavered, and for answer he took my hand and helped me onto that lovely four-poster, pulling me into the warm spot he'd been lying in while he retrieved the pillows and quilt from the floor.

"Better now, sis?" he asked, and I nodded, nice and toasty-warm at last. Andy lay down on the covers next to me, and pulled the quilt up over both of us.

"I tried to tell you!" he grinned, "I've been waiting for you to climb off your high-horse and climb up here!" I smiled as I backed into him, feeling his warmth even through the covers.




Shining Girl: Andy and Linda



"Go to sleep now, it's late and we've an early start. G'night, Lindy."

I felt a sudden, inexplicable rush of happiness that he'd remembered and used my baby name, and I snuggled even closer to him, pulled his arm across me, and quickly fell asleep, feeling safe now that my big brother had me.

*

I woke with from a dream about Slimy, Andy, Sai Fong and a whole bunch of other things all jumbled together, and fading even as I tried to recall them, to find that I was now facing him, on top of the bedclothes, with my hand inside his briefs and clasped firmly around his really impressive cock, and my panties pulled part way down, with his big, warm hand clasped in turn around my bum cheeks. My nipples were fully erect now, almost painfully so, and my pussy was throbbing with the need to rub against something soon. 

I was still a virgin (well, technically, anyway) but not an ignoramus when it came to sex, and right now I was horny, and hot for a little relief; I needed it right now, and who better than my sexy big brother, the subject of a few dozen naughty thoughts over the evening, already half-naked in bed with me, with his hand in my panties. 

I shifted my grip on him, freezing as he muttered my name, then carefully rubbed the hot, slick tip of his cock against myself, savouring the feel of the slippery hardness rubbing against my already swollen labia.

I kept this up for a while, but it wasn't enough, not by a long chalk; it seemed like half my life I'd been wanting him and waiting for him to make a move on me. All those feelings this evening, all the things I'd been feeling for years, now was the time to let them finally come out. But not like this. His lips were close, so close, so I leaned forward and licked his lips, then kissed him, gently at first, but then his lips parted and I pushed my tongue between them, rubbing my tongue against his as I kissed him harder.

Andy moaned in his sleep, and his hand flexed as he tightened his grip on my bum, pulling me closer so my pussy was rubbing against him. I couldn't help but start to grind against him, loving the feel of his hardness rubbing between my labia and grinding against my clitoris, pleasure zipping through me as we ground together.

My hands slipped around his neck, holding him to me as we kissed, and then his eyes flickered open.

"Lin...what...oh God, Lin...wha...!" he mumbled, before I kissed him again, then let him go.

"Shush, no talking Andy, just kiss me!" I whispered, and he smiled before gathering me into his arms and kissing me like I'd always hoped I'd be kissed one day. As he kissed me, his hands slipped down to caress and squeeze my bum, pulling me close to him again as our sexes ground and slid together. He slid my panties down so I could kick them off; I did likewise to him, and now my hands roamed over his naked, wonderful body, holding and squeezing and caressing the perfect physical specimen that was my big brother.

I broke away for a moment so I could sit up and pull off the rugby jersey, smiling as Andy gazed happily at my breasts, and stretched my arms to make them lift and point at him. That was all the invitation he needed to pull me down and suck my stiff nipples while he squeezed my bum cheeks, holding me against him so our sexes slipped and ground together again, making me writhe with the pleasurable sensations flooding through me and making my swollen pussy twitch. 

I knew that at some point very soon I was going to fuck him, and the thought made me glow hotly, a sweet, clean anticipation filling me. The time was right, and he was the one, he was the only man in the world I was ever going to give myself to, of that I was sure.

Andy pulled away from nuzzling me to look straight at me.

"Sis, this is important, listen to me; we can stop now, nothing's happened. If you want to stop, I want you to know I won't mind, honestly; Lin, I don't want you to think you have to do...something, anything with me, just because you think I want to. Are you listening?"

For answer, I slid up against him and once again rubbed my wet pussy against his iron-hard cock, kissing him lightly as I did.

"Andy, please, I want this, I'm ready for this, and I want it from you, no-one else; are YOU listening?"

Andy stroked my hair as he smiled at me.

"Yes, I am. Are you sure about this? Once we go there, it's done, no going back. Have you really, really thought about this, Lin, about what it means?"

As he said it, I realised it was what I'd always wanted; all those strange, indefinable longings over the years, all those feelings that welled-up inside me when I thought about Andy, and only him, suddenly all that came into focus and finally made sense. 

I pulled him closer, kissing him. 

"I've always known what I wanted; it was always going to be you, Andy, only you, and I need you now...!" I whispered.

He pulled me closer, kissing me as he held me tight. Then he rolled over onto his back, taking me with him. I lay on him, feeling the pulse beat of the blood in his engorged penis as it lay sandwiched between us.

"Do it this way, Lin, your first time, it's better for you..." he murmured, and so I sat up astride him and raised myself up, holding him as I rubbed the tip of his cock once again through my wetness, then, with only a little trepidation, slowly, oh, so slowly, pushed myself down onto him as I held him immobile.

It hurt, but not like I'd been led to believe it would; I had no 'cherry' to bust, to put it crudely; thirteen years of riding, hockey, netball and gymnastics, then fingers and tampons had taken care of that. He was so big, the act of penetrating me was stretching me, and it did hurt a little, but it also felt good; Andy was obviously feeling something good too, if the look on his face was anything to go by. I kept slowly sliding more and more of him into me, and then suddenly there was no more; he was fully inside me, I'd taken all of him!

I waited a few seconds for the pain to ease up, and Andy didn't push me to do anything, bless him; true to his word, he was letting me do this at my own pace. The feel of him inside me was wonderful; the feeling of being so full was incredible, and when he twitched inside me, I nearly cried out at how wonderful it felt. I slumped down against him, my heart racing as I realised I was now actually having sex, for real, with a guy, my guy, my Andy!

As I lay against him, he shifted position, and the movement inside me felt so good I began moving against him. Andy pumped slowly into me, the feel of him slowly sliding in and out of me was out of this world, and I intertwined my fingers with his as I began to move with him. Andy pushed against my hands, and I realised he wanted me to sit upright again; once I did, he began pumping his hips against me, and that's when the penny dropped, and I began grinding against him as he slid in and out of me.

As we pumped and ground together, I could feel the stirrings of orgasm deep inside me; the faster I moved, the closer they curled, and the more intense they became, tantalising me, showing me what was possible. Andy sensed my need, and held my hips as he began pumping harder and faster into me as I squirmed and rubbed against him, until, with a blast of white heat, the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced broke and surged through me. 

I hope that room was soundproof, because I screamed like a banshee at the sheer mind-blowing intensity of my release, all my nerve-endings crackling and sparkling as the pleasure swept through and through me, like nothing I'd ever felt before.

I slumped down on my brother, my heart fluttering, and Andy rolled us over so now I was underneath him; he kissed me, clamping his mouth over mine as he began pumping himself into me, long, sweeping strokes that seemed never-ending, pouring pleasure into me all over again. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer, and that brought my clitoris up into contact with him as he pounded into me, the friction sweeping orgasm after orgasm through me. 

Suddenly, he groaned and shuddered, stopping dead, all his muscles tensing as his cock flexed and pulsed inside me, the heat of his ejaculation filling me completely. At that I came one last time, my love for him pulling me into an inferno of pleasure as we shook and trembled together.

He slowly pulled himself out of me and slumped down next to me, pulling me close to kiss me again, his soft, warm hand completely covering my buttock as he held me close. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours, the full meaning of what we'd just done suddenly hitting both of us. 

Andy looked unworried; I was too; whatever had happened here was because we wanted it, it was a long time coming, and it was ours now. Andy smiled as he stroked a few stray hairs away from my face so he could kiss me as lovingly as he had earlier on. 

Suddenly, though, he yanked away and stared at me in horror.

"Oh dear God, Lin, I...inside you...I didn't even ask, oh Christ, what have we done...!"

I grinned and put my finger on his lip to silence him.

"It's alright Andy, I'm safe, you're okay, we're okay!"

He looked unconvinced.

"How can you say that, I should have pulled out, suppose you get...!"

Once again I silenced him.

"It's not going to happen, sweetie, do shut up and listen! I'm safe, I have protection! Andy, I'm on the pill, stop worrying!"

He actually deflated with relief, collapsing in on himself into a lovely soft, warm, 'Andy-Cushion' for me to cuddle up against. I wriggled around until we were face to face again, and kissed him on that delicious cleft chin of his.

"Mine now, okay? All of you is mine now, understand, Mr. Andrew Clive Grosvenor-Edgeworth? I don't care who knows, I don't care if Mr. & Mrs. Invisible Parental Unit find out, and I doubt they'd give a flying shit anyway; from now on you're mine. Got it?" 

Andy grinned tiredly and squeezed my bum as he kissed the tip of my nose.

"Funny thing, Lin; I was just going to say the same thing! If Freddy objects, I'll hammer a rugby ball up his arse, but I don't think he will; after what happened today I think he probably thinks he's persona non grata, so I expect he'll stay holed up in a smelly little bolt-hole somewhere for a long while to come. He's out of the picture, so it's just you and me, so what shall we do all summer long?"

My plan for the summer, such as it was, now revolved around hauling him into my bedroom when we got home and keeping him chained in bed with me, but first things first; I wanted to see my darling twin brother one last time, because I wanted to hold him by the scruff of his neck so I could kick him so hard up the arse his nose bled; when I told Andy he laughed.

"You'll have to get in line, you bloodthirsty little menace; you know Jack Cameron has a younger sister?"

I did, but I'd never met her. Andy grinned as he told me.

"Jack's sister is half-Japanese, her name's Teruko, and she's beautiful; she looks like a model, you have to see her to understand how exquisite she is. Jack put the voodoo word out on her; touch my kid sister and you die, painfully."

He grinned at the memory.

"Freddy obviously felt it didn't apply to him, and went sniffing around her; she objected, told her mother, who told Jack, who's now looking for Freddy. In deference to me, he waited until after I left and went to uni, as he wasn't going to pound on my kid brother while I was around, but I gave him permission to flay the little kerb-sniffer alive if he ever surfaces again."

I asked him why Jack was so fiercely protective over his little sister, not that there was anything wrong with that. Andy gave a small indulgent smile.

"Because he's crazy about her; Jack's been in love with Teruko since the day he met her, although you couldn't get him to admit it under torture; everyone else knows, though, and no-one cares, but that's why no-one has ever seriously made a pass at her; that, and because Jack will kill them if they do. Good luck to both of them, I say!"

I grinned at that; it looked like Freddy was going to be too busy ducking and weaving to trouble us. Andy continued.

"You have to understand the difference between Freddy and Slimy Fineman, Lin; Freddy's not wicked, he's not even bad, he's just young and stupid; too stupid to be a real bad-guy, no matter that he thinks he is, and just stupid enough to do bloody stupid things and think he can get away with them, but that's all. He'll grow out of it one day, when he works out who he is, then you'll see the real Freddy." 

Andy looked pensive, his eyes far away.

"I know I said I was okay with Big Jack giving him a good tanning, but that was just me being dramatic; Freddy's a cocky twerp, but he's still my kid brother, and I won't let anyone hurt him, not that Jack would; he's not a bully, and I know even you'll forgive him eventually; in the meantime, let him think he's on the run, it'll be good for him!" 

He sighed, and turned to face me.

"Jack Fineman, though, he's a real low-class piece of work; he goes out of his way to be a prick, and I don't know why; he's been like that since we were preps, and he's never going to change, not until someone beats the stuffing out of him. If I catch him, after today's little escapade, I'll gladly do it; some lessons need to be learned the hard way."

He sighed again. 

"It's his family I feel for; his father was my Classics Master and Housemaster, he's a good man, his mother is really nice, his sister's a great girl, they're all good people, so I don't know how or why he turned out that way."

A sudden thought struck me, hard on the heels of what he'd said about Freddy, and I turned to Andy in consternation. His attention switched to me immediately.

"What, what's the matter, Lin, what happened?"

My lip trembled as I tried to say what I wanted to say, what I'd just realised.

"Andy, I'm sorry, I never even asked you, I just jumped on you, oh God, oh God, what was I thinking, I'm sorry, I did what Freddy did, I never even asked you...!"

Andy pulled me close, hugging me as I cried against him; how could I have been so stupid? My own brother! What kind of screw-up was I? Of all the available boys in the whole bloody world, I had to go and throw myself at my own brother...and now, now, we'd done the unthinkable!! Oh Fucking Christ, how did I manage to bugger things up so completely?

Andy soothed me the way he'd done when I was young, rubbing my back while rocking me gently, calming me, whispering to me.

"Ssshh, calm down, it's alright, you only did what I wanted to do! I've been thinking about you for so long, Sis, if I knew you wanted me like that I'd have come and taken you away long ago! If we did anything wrong, then we're both to blame, but I don't care, Lin, long as I have you! Stop crying, Lindy, please!"

As his words percolated through the fog of guilt and remorse I perked-up; he was saying what I'd been feeling; he wasn't angry, or guilty, or ashamed; he wanted me, he still wanted me!

Andy passed me his shirt so I could wipe my eyes (and have a crafty wipe of my nose as well...) then his hands slipped down to once more cup my bottom as he pulled me close.

"You're mine now, so no more tears, from now on, you've got me, and I've got you, so no more of this..this guilt stuff. What we do now is for us, no-one else. I love you, Lin, and I have since we were kids, so now we can do this, if it's what you really want. I also don't think the 'rents will give two shits what we do, so this is what we'll do; we've got all summer to work this out, and you can make up your mind what you want; either way, I won't pressure you. If you want to back away and stay in uni in London, fair enough, I'll respect your decision; you're still my little sister, after all! If, on the other hand, you can't do the whole 'uni' thing, and you want to be with me, call me and I'll come and get you like a flash. Think about it, sis."

I didn't have to; a whole summer with him? Lead me to it! I did have one thing to say, though.

"Andy, I really want you, but I want to go to university, too; can I at least try the first year? If I can't bear to be without you, maybe I can transfer to Edinburgh..."

Andy jiggled my bottom, making me squirm as he pulled my cheeks apart.

"Baby, if that's what you want to do, then that's fine with me; just give it a fair chance first, that's all I ask; be true to yourself, Lin. I can and will wait, I promise!"

That was really what I wanted to hear, and it made me feel warm and safe all over again; Andy, my Andy loved me the way I loved him, and he'd promised to wait for me; right then I was the happiest girl on the planet. As I settled against him, he once again pulled the covers up over me, the warmth of his body tingling through me as I spooned against him, and his reassuring arm around me was all I needed to send me off into a deep and satisfied sleep.

*

I woke with the bright morning sun in my eyes. Andy was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear the shower in the en-suite, and as I came fully awake, he walked out, a towel around his waist, towelling his hair vigorously. I stared at him again, admiring his body. He grinned at me and cocked an eyebrow quizzically.

"What, did I miss something?" he grinned, and I smiled back, drinking in the sight of my perfect man.

"What time is it, big man?" I asked, and he pointed to the clock on the bedside.

"Right next to you, sleepyhead. Time you were up, we have things to do!"

It was 8:30, what could I possibly have to do at that time of the morning? The match Andy was playing in kicked-off at 1:30 p.m., so I had five hours to laze, and revel in him.

"Come on you, get showered, we have an appointment at Rackham's at 9:00, get moving slowcoach!"

Rackham's is the department store in Shrewsbury High Street, just a short walk from the hotel.

"Why are we going to Rackham's, Andy?" I enquired, and he grinned.

"Unless you plan on walking around all day in yesterday's clothes and underwear, we're going shopping. I already called ahead and opened an account for you, so you can shop yourself out; now get a move on!"

I looked at him pityingly.

"Andrew, I have to wear yesterday's knickers, I don't have any others! Unless...wait a minute; you want me to go traipsing around Shrewsbury town centre in a short summer dress with no panties on? I don't bloody think so!"

Andy sat on the bed and pulled me closer and slipped his hand under the bedclothes to squeeze my bottom as he licked my lips.

"It's just a short walk, sis, come on, give the locals a cheap thrill, it'll be fun!"

I snorted.

"For you, maybe, you pervert! If I'd known you were such a deviant I'd have never let you near my lady-garden! You just want me to walk around while you get a secret, unhallowed thrill out of knowing all my lady-bits are getting an airing!"

He grinned and nodded in defeat, and tugged me out of bed to have a shower. Once I was all nice and clean, I realised he was right; I'd worn my panties all day and half the night, I really didn't want to put them on again, so I didn't, instead slipping my sundress on when his back was turned, and stuffing my panties into my bag. Once my hair was properly dried, we set off to do some shopping.

At Rackham's, we stopped at the Customer Service desk to pick up my store card, took a few moments to goggle at my spending limit, courtesy of Andy and his own trust-fund, then I showed him how to indulge in intense retail therapy; first to the underwear section, where I couldn't decide between the La Perla and the 'Agent Provocateur' ranges, so he made me take both, ranging from 'nice and girly-girly' to 'raunchy Bondage Tart', so I rewarded him by quickly flipping up the hem of my dress and showing him what was under there. 

His eyes widened, then he smiled, a calculating smile; at that point I decided to cut short my shopping, because I wanted to see where that smile wanted to go, especially with me dressed in that wonderfully feminine, supremely slutty lingerie he'd just bought me, but Andy wanted one more thing for me; I couldn't go to the match in the same dress and shoes I'd worn the previous day, so he bought me a new sundress, matching shoes, and even a small suitcase to take all my purchases home in.