3 comments/ 25238 views/ 2 favorites Amelia's Night of Sensual Awakening By: fazza91 As her eyes jolted open to darkness, Amelia found herself in the last throes of thrashing about on the bed, vaguely aware the noise trailing off in her ears was her own whimpering. Realising where she was, she took a relieved breath. Kicking back the sheet, she warily eased one long bare leg out and down until it found carpet, then slowly swivelled and let the other shakily join it. A trembling hand sought the lamp base in the pitch dark. But she needed to orientate her thoughts before allowing the shaking finger to press the switch. In a sea of thoughts, the young artist was content for now to just sit there and recover. But two minutes later, parts of her skin and hair were still quite damp. This dream had been by far the worst. Unlike the last two nights, the young artist knew she wouldn't be able to just get back into bed and wait to go back to sleep. She needed to get up for a while, recover some composure and perhaps start to analyse the dream's confronting issues. As different parts of it came back, she felt horrified, guilty, wanton, titillated and ashamed. It was set at a fully catered function at the mansion Richard and she shared. She recalled herself in it feeling so pleased they had been able to offer their large home with full catering to her best friend Clare for the formal launch of her first novel. In the dream, the night had been coming to an end, the music had slowed and she herself had dimmed the lights of the indoor entertaining area. She was in the middle of the dance floor, looking about at the other silhouettes swaying romantically about her. Yielding to the gentle pressure of the familiar arms pulling her closer, it was the soft repeated whispers saying how utterly beautiful she was that made her suddenly realise they weren't Richard's arms about her, but Graham's. She suddenly remembered while they swayed together that he didn't usually hang around for long at parties and could possibly leave straight after this song. "Before you go, I have a promise to keep!" she reminded him, then started a slow shimmy down his dark suit until on her bare knees. Unzipping him, eager fingertips hunted for the soft flesh within, feeling him tense in surprise as she extracted it. Without hesitation, she guided the whole morsel beyond her lips as the music came to a stop and the full lighting returned, her friends gathering around. She could hear Clare explaining out loud to all as she lolled it around with her tongue that she was really missing Richard and had been denied this sort of pleasure for far too long this time around. As their empathetic comments died down, she closed her eyes in rapt pleasure. The young woman recalled adoring the sensations of the penis stirring her mouth as it straightened and hardened. Re-living the part where she eased her lips back along the growing shaft, Amelia could taste that initial tang, and awoke just as she was wondering if he was close to climax as her dainty fingers took the nervous hands dangling by his side. The dream re-lived, the attractive young woman depressed the lamp switch. Rising a little unsteadily to her feet, she set about untangling the light bed-shirt top gnarled so tightly about her damp chest and narrow waist. Right now, she wished her husband was here just to hold her. But Richard was away in the States in the middle of yet another six week stint on behalf of the business he had built. Despite their twenty two year age difference, she had willingly married him just over three years ago. Amelia had had always preferred older men and appreciated the fact that Richard took pains to keep up a physically attractive body. He regularly worked out whether at home, work or away on one of his frequent interstate or overseas trips. The budding young artist had wed him despite his past containing two ex-wives, a model and an actor, both of whom he had also married when they were twenty five. Yet he had no children, and had avoided talk of having any with her. She also knew before the wedding that long periods with him away were part of the package of life she got with him. That suited her budding art career at the moment, allowing her to work all hours in the studio out the back without guilt. But she was starting to realise what her best friend Clare had meant after she had met him a couple of times, candidly warning her that Richard's priorities may lie in building an empire and taking pretty slaves as he did. One fixation with Richard still amused Amelia. There were honestly times though when she thought to herself that she was just as in love with the penis as with the man, a point she often remarked on to Clare in their candid girl talk, usually after a few too many drinks. It wasn't particularly long or thick. But daydreams about it often invaded her imagination in the unlikeliest of places, usually picturing herself nude straddling him with it in her small fist working its mushroom-like tip about her opening and clit. Sometimes she let the fantasies extend to feeling its length slowly slide through her thumb and fingers on its way in and out of her grateful moist crevice. Even in reality, her favourite moments were getting intimate with it. While they watched TV, or lay in bed reading, even once at a small private beach, she enjoyed laying her head on his belly and dislodging his sex soft and whole to feed into her mouth just like in the vivid dream. To his amusement, she would then spend ages with it dangling out like a lollipop orally tending what was inside while relaxing or reading, her occasional humming telling him she was enjoying the experience. Her oral adventures though were unselfish acts. Much as she yearned for it sometimes, she'd been told that few of his generation were emancipated or comfortable enough to return any oral favours. He had only recently been convinced recently that making love with her on top was pleasurable, and wouldn't try doggy style. He was basically a 'missionary' man, But she lived in hope that he would surprise her by going down on her one day. Strangely, she had no idea what that would feel like. Given the older men she had mainly gone out with in her single days, it was an experience she was yet to enjoy. But enjoy doing it to him she did. In their quiet private moments together she loved inspecting, fondling, teasing and mouthing it. Not necessarily as a lead-up to oral sex. Often it was just enough to feel it there between her lips, feeling the tip brushing the roof of her mouth, gullet or cheeks. Lately, her favourite game in bed was cleaning its length with her tongue as he was reading then quietly suckling until she decided it was time to drink him. She loved the build-up of noise from him until his final deep groans of contentment were ringing in her ears. It gave her such an enjoyable feeling of wantonness, power, pleasure and comfort. The owl hooting made Amelia realise she had gone off into another world of what she called her sexual wish list. She sat back down at the edge of the drawer and pulled out the drawer. Despite it being summer, the late night chill prompted her to put some thick socks on before making for the walk-in wardrobe . Turning on its light, she paused at the mirror inside and lifted her shirt. There were still damp patches between her breasts and on her belly as she chose a robe. The kitchen clock said three twenty as the kettle was flicked on. The only noise after the teaspoon had been deposited in the sink was the occasional ripple from the pool in the dark gloom outside. But even the hot chocolate couldn't stop her trembling as she replayed the recent events that were the basis of the disturbing dreams, knowing that the emotions she had felt in them were so close to ones she had felt in reality. She'd gone to a party at Clare's place three months ago to help celebrate the budding author's thirty third birthday. Richard had been already away for a month and wasn't due to return for four weeks. Clare had passed her a quiet glass of chilled white on entry and immediately introduced her to the nearest person, her editor by chance. He was the only older man there. Her first sight impression was that he looked so out of place among the bohemian gathering, dressed up in his smart tailored suit and tie. To her surprise, the initial chit chat snowballed into a quiet but absorbing conversation about her art career. Graham was obviously very knowledgeable about what had become her passion, yet listened attentively rather than flaunt his own expertise. Amelia guessed he was about the same age as Richard but he had a quiet reserve with his particular brand of confidence rather than Richard's brashness. She soon found herself unable to resist harmlessly flirting with him, even asking him to dance when some music had come just over an hour later. But he had politely declined, explaining rock and roll wasn't his thing and anyway, it was nearly time for him to go home. She had been genuinely sorry to see him leave, watching him out of the corner of her eye bidding Clare goodbye on his way to the door. After he had gone, Clare had immediately come over to say how grateful she was to Amelia for looking after him. He had just passed on to her how much at home Amelia had made him feel. She added that he had rarely stayed long at any of her earlier parties if he came at all. Amelia wasn't surprised when Clare added that he was easily the best editor she'd ever used. She found herself deeply touched by both his story and his thoughtful intelligence. Two weeks later she was at another event at Clare's house. This one was a surprise party at which she intended to announce her coming out to her friends and to introduce them to Anna, her gorgeous intended live-in partner. Most people outside Clare didn't know the attractive young pair were lovers, and were surprised and pleased when Clare halted proceedings and made the declaration just after Amelia had arrived. As the crowd surged forward to congratulate them, Amelia had felt a real thrill when she spotted Graham alone at the back of the throng. She made her way over and made obvious her delight at seeing him again. Grabbing his hand, she again flirted openly as she guided them both to the back of the congratulatory queue. They stayed together for the next hour quietly talking, him drinking tonic water while she sipped white wine. She loved the way he again really listened to her whenever she spoke, and was secretly pleased when she briefly caught his eyes drifting down her slashed V neckline. She had opted to wear the mini bare-legged and without a bra and enjoyed the fact that his interest in her wasn't purely intellectual. When he hesitatingly had suggested a dance after some slow music had come on and the lights had dimmed towards the end of the night, she readily accepted. Amelia felt an instant bond when he warily wrapped his arms about her to bring them closer together, and allowed herself to snuggle in. The fact he was about Richard's age made her feel quite at home, though she hadn't yet got around to telling him how old her husband was. When the music paused though, he whispered in her ear that he had to go home. Their night was over, and she again felt a real sense of loss especially when she remembered Clare saying he rarely came to her functions. When he added how much he had enjoyed their time together, she decided to eke out what could be their last minutes together. Taking his hand, she said she wanted to walk with him to his car. When he turned to her there and looked into her eyes, she put her hands behind her back. There was no discouragement when his face started to lean her way. When he kissed her gently on the lips, it felt electric. Almost reeling back, she tried to cover her shock but all that came out of her mouth was some stammering that he was the best male company she'd had in years. Then to her surprise, she stepped forward, cupped his face and kissed him back, opening her mouth towards the end to encourage his tongue to meet and caress hers. As their mouths reluctantly parted, he kept her close to him as she relished the secret churning in her belly. She wanted him to ask for her number. She knew why he wouldn't though when he leaned into her ear and whispered that she should tell her husband that an older man had told that she had the most beautiful breasts he'd ever tried unsuccessfully to see. Whether it was a little too much wine, the dynamics of the night or the look on his face in the faint streetlight, she had looked about. There was nobody else in the gloomy street. Taking a quarter pace back, she let her hand ease the thin strap off one shoulder. Taking his hand and guiding it to her bare pointed breast, she rested it there and clasped both hands behind her back. Closing her eyes, she stood there still and straight, thrilling inside as he hesitated then lovingly accepted her gesture to caress and knead it, her impromptu night sighs ending with an audible breath intake as he started to finger the sensitive hardened nipple. Taking the finger, she affectionately kissed it, covered her chest and closed back in. Daringly, she whispered that if they met again at one of Clare's functions, she wanted time alone with him. And that one of them had better bring something along to get her lipstick off his private parts before he went home to his wife. A last lingering kiss and he was gone. Inside, a curious Amelia sought out Clare and tried to innocently ask her asked out of curiosity if he was married. Clare went through his sad story. He had loved his wife until she had died in a car smash a few years ago, and that was partly why he now rarely went out. He much preferred to spend time at home where he lived with his recently separated daughter, content to babysit her three year old son and give her the chance to start going out socially again. She was devastated that she must have revived bad memories and seemed like she was teasing him. Once she woke next day, she had thought she should be deeply regretting making that erotic promise. In hindsight, maybe he was convincing himself it was only the wine talking. She hoped that if they met he wouldn't remind her of her last words. But she was really fascinated by him and wondered how easily she could control herself from coming on to him again in the unlikely event if she was alone and they met again in the future. God, she wished Richard would spend more time with her here in their home as she found the last of her chocolate was cold now. A nervous shiver again came all over her. The bit about the function for Clare's first book launch in the dream was true. Amelia was hosting it here at her house. And it was tonight. And naturally, she knew Clare would probably have invited her editor along as a special guest. She now started asking herself what she would do if Graham turned up? Left to her own devices and her previous enjoyment of his company, she knew she might just cast aside all self-control and make a beeline straight for him. Flirt. Dance. Tease. She knew this chain of events could very well lead her to want to carry out her sensual vow on him. Though God forbid if she did, please let it happen somewhere more private than on the dance floor. There were a few bedrooms spare. She was no prude but surely she couldn't lose her inhibitions to the extent she had in her dream, could she? That question made her decidedly nervous. God, she must be unconsciously craving for Richard's presence. For that cock. For any cock. Just to see one close up. Maybe give it one kiss. Maybe ... Suppressing the futile fantasy that had come from nowhere, Amelia tossed the dregs from her mug into the sink. Rinsing, she began panic that what she had dreamed really could come true this evening. It was time to remember who she was married to, and to exercise some restraint and common sense. If he turned up, she needed a way to keep him at bay somehow rather than let him get too close which might tempt her to fulfil her sensual bargain. She needed a male chaperone by her side and immediately thought of Kevin, her tall, burly older brother might do! It would mean begging him to come along at such short notice. She'd tell him the truth, that a certain man may get too interested in her and she just needed him by her side to act as a pseudo husband. Graham had no inkling of what Richard looked like. Yes, Kevin would do nicely. It hadn't been easy to coax her brother along at first. Getting him to come to lunch was the easy part. But she couldn't think of any reason to get him to come. He didn't have a cultural bone in his large body. To her, the prospect of suggesting he may meet girls there on the surface of it didn't seem to be a great lure either. He had a nice personality once you got to know him, but she'd seen enough of him coming on to women to know how hopeless he really was at it. But like many men, he was blissfully unaware of his weakness and persisted in his quaint belief that not having a steady girl any time in the past three years was just bad luck. He just described it as a drought about to break. That bait of pretty girls there, free booze, and the concession that, yes, he could take a few photos of those at the event was enough to commit him. She suspected his surprise offer to bring his camera along was more in the hope of catching Clare and Anna kissing now that he knew they were lesbians. He was smitten with both of the attractive girls. They probably wouldn't kiss in public though, so she didn't stress about him bringing the camera as long as he served her purposes. Even with him there, she knew she still may have a problem. Based on most past instances with alcohol around, Amelia knew he was likely to binge drink. That may mean only one or two hours of protection before he became close to useless. She decided she'd better make up the large bedroom for him in case he got so drunk he was unable to take a cab home. Thankfully, becoming violent had never formed part of his drunken behaviour but he often got loud, opinionated and embarrassing. On the night, despite her numerous requests, he got really drunk and did so really quickly. She had nervously kept him alongside her, casting constant glances about for Graham, hoping he would turn up one moment then praying he wouldn't a minute later. Suddenly a drunken Kevin nudged her. "Who's that amazing looking girl over there talking with Clare and Anna?" he asked. "I don't know," she replied with disinterest, her eyes still sweeping the crowd. "Why?" "I think she rather fancies me," came his slurred reply. "She's been looking at us for the past five minutes." Amelia stopped and focused on the beautiful young woman with the long legs cascading down the stool under her miniskirt. Kevin was right, she thought. She was stunning. And she did indeed seem to be watching them. "I'll go over and see if I can bring her back," she promised her brother. By the time she had made it over to Clare and Anna though, the mystery girl had vanished. "That girl you were talking with. Kevin seems to think she's interested in him. Forlorn hope, but I said I'd try to introduce her to him," she half-shouted over the music. "Do you know her? Where's she gone?" Anna tossed her head back and laughed, pointing back to her brother. "She's Julia, and we know her all right. She's an old friend, but she's been a really wild one sexually in the past. She's quietened down the past couple of years we're told, but you'd better get back and protect our young Kevin, because she may race him off before he knows what hit him. She used to have no inhibitions whatsoever once." Raising her eyebrows at the pair, Amelia looked back at the seemingly innocent girl, glass in hand talking in such a relaxed manner to her brother. She was too good looking surely to be interested in him. Amelia's Night of Sensual Awakening "God, the three year drought may indeed be about to break for him." Amelia muttered to the girls. "If so, it's long overdue. But I'd better get back and protect him from himself before he ruins it by trying to play at being Dr Suave or worse, Mr Chauvinist." She applauded herself for getting there just in time. He was drunkenly waving the camera about in one palm, his free hand holding out the neckline of her dress to take a shot down the front of her dress. Julia was taking it all in fun but seemed to have an air of relief in her smile as Amelia arrived. "I'm sorry," Amelia breathlessly panted as she arrived, slapping his hand and making him release Julia's top. An intoxicated Kevin aimed his best crooked smile at her. She turned to Julia. "He's my brother. He's had a bit too much to drink, and maybe it's time I trotted him off to bed so he can sleep it off for the rest of tonight and not molest you or anybody else. Stand by for some loud yelling and general belligerence though. He won't go gracefully or straight away if his past performances are any guide." "Give me one minute then," Julia offered back with a wink and an infectious smile. She took a half pace forward, leaned up into Kevin's swaying ear and for a good twenty seconds, whispered away while he tried to stay steady, putting on a smile and nodding in assent. When she leaned back and nodded to Amelia, the young artist steeled herself for the ritual she hated most and fronted him. "Livvie mate, it's time for you to get me off to bed," he slurred before she could even begin. "Give me a hand will you, there's a good sister?" Surprised, she looked at Julia, slipped her shoulder under his wavering arm and started piloting him off to his room. She was back in five minutes, an eyebrow cocked at Julia. "A record! He's off already. Thanks. What did you say to him?" she gratefully asked. "That once you'd got him into his bed, I'd sneak along in a quarter of an hour and give him the shag of his life," Julia calmly commented with a simple shrug of her shoulders. Amelia burst out laughing. She spent the rest of the night with the extraordinary Julia and the pair got on like a house on fire. With a little champagne, the conversation and questions even got quite racy and Amelia found herself confessing her fondness for her husband's cock to a bemused Julia. Her last private thought about Graham was that he was unlikely to show at this late stage. That pleased but also disappointed her. Instead she decided to relax with Julia as company and enjoy a few drinks. When the last guests finally left, Julia stayed back with Clare and Anna to help tidy up. Over final champagne in the circle of chairs by the floodlit pool, Amelia agreed to come to what Julia described as one of her father's famous home-cooked dinners at her place tomorrow night. Clare and Anna decided the night was too warm not to have a swim. Within seconds, the two girlfriends had thrown off their clothes and were wading naked hand in hand into the warm pool. Knee high in the water, they began circling one another at arm's length aiming small splashes and giggling. Amelia knew she wanted to strip off and join the pair, but Julia was there. "Want to join them?" she quietly offered to the young woman sitting opposite. There was a ready nod, but no movement. Amelia looked at the lovely face watching the girls frolic and decided the new girl might appreciate the option of a costume. She decided to go inside and get a spare one and put on her own string bikini too so the newcomer wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Anna and Clare wouldn't worry either way. But Julia was nowhere in sight when Amelia returned, so wading in, she left the costume for her at the pool edge. Left alone, the two girls had become locked in an embrace, each chatting to Amelia as she waded in. They paused sometimes and looked adoringly into one another's eyes. Suddenly the pool lights went out. In the first moments of pitch black, Amelia heard bare footsteps on the concrete behind in the moonlit darkness and felt the wave on the back of her knees as she tried to make out her friends. Julia was obviously wading in behind her. Amelia realised her entry into the pool was too quick for her to have changed into the costume, and that she now may be the only one in with anything on. As her eyes became more used to the dark, she sensed Julia arriving from behind. The tip of a bare breast brushing her back and a glance down and behind confirmed Julia was indeed nude. The thought prompted her to reach behind her back and start undoing the knot. Julia co-operated by tugging the bow at the back of her neck. Nonchalantly Amelia peeled off the cups and tossed the bra onto the concrete. Ahead she could now make out the shape of Clare entwined with Anna, smiling at her the lovely face behind and welcoming the two long arms that slowly wrapped around her and hugged. The chin resting on her shoulder joined her in watching the lovers. She enjoyed the feeling of being close to Julia, especially the feeling of warm smooth skin spooning into her back. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she heard Julia's hoarse murmur as they made out the two girls so oblivious to them enjoying a long passionate kiss. Amelia looked down in the dark as the daring stray fingertip found and circled one aureole. It was as beautiful as it was unexpected. She closed her eyes as Julia gently lifted her hair and softly bit into the back of her neck. The tipsy side of her decided the tingling building within felt so nice. She hadn't been touched like this in ages, and decided to enjoy this moment of intimacy in the privacy of the darkness. Quickly she felt herself becoming stirred. But much as she wanted a little more, she decided the shy Anna might prefer her own privacy soon rather than two witnesses, with Clare now kissing deeply into her surrendered neck. "I'm going in to check on my brother," she said softly, leaning her head affectionately back against Julia's forehead. "Want to come along too?" Racing out of the pool, the girls dried their calves. Then hugging the towel to her chest in case her brother was somehow awake, Amelia set off for his room, an uninhibited Julia padding right behind unashamedly naked. Turning the dimmer switch down first, she eased on the light. There was an unconscious Kevin facing them on the very edge of the king-sized bed, precariously close to falling off onto his camera on the floor where Amelia had left it. "He'll be out to it until morning," a knowing Amelia turned and confirmed to Julia. She hesitated then mischievously stooped to the camera. "But I have an idea. I'm going to show him exactly what he looks like passed out and drunk." Confident she could now let the towel drop, she tiptoed topless over to his side and took a shot of him sprawled out then, after crouching, a close-up of his face with its wide open mouth. Moving to the end of the bed, she stood where his shoes hung over and took a full length one. "Those shots were a little tame though, don't you think?" she heard Julia whisper behind her. "He's got to really believe when he looks at these that he may have missed out on something big tonight. Something he may remember me promising, remember. Something that would have him cursing himself if he was unable to remember a single detail. Stay there and when I say go, take a shot of us together." The beautiful nude figure knelt beside by his open mouth and half turned towards Amelia. "On three," Amelia heard and gleefully raised the camera. "One two ... three." The flash lit up the room. Amelia lifted the camera and inspected the shot in amused disbelief. There it would be on Kevin's camera for him also to find, the gorgeous and naked Julia looking down at his wide open mouth with an adoring look all over her face. This girl was really was beautiful, Julia thought, and so impetuous. What a hoot when Kevin tried to recall what Julia may have wanted to do with him if he'd been a little more sober. "Take another," Amelia heard. Obediently, she snapped away and inspected the result. She marvelled at the cavalier attitude the girl had, this time feeding her breast tip with its raised light brown nipple just into his open mouth. "This will score nine out of ten as far on the prank meter in terms of making him wonder what happened tonight to him," Amelia mused out loud. "Can you roll him on his back, and I'll take his shoes off?" Amelia quietly added, still shaking her head at the Julia's boldness in the last shot. "He's likely to fall out of bed and hurt himself lying like that much longer." As Kevin was rolled onto his back, she put the camera down behind her and grunted as she tugged in earnest at the closer shoe. "Let me take one guaranteed to score nine point nine on that embarrassment scale," Amelia absent-mindedly heard in her efforts. She sensed Julia bending to pick up the camera. As she slipped her brother's last shoe off, the flash went off over her head. It was only when she looked down Kevin's body that she realised that Kevin's fly had been undone and that the flaccid pink length was out, curled about on the dark material. And Julia was laying on the bed beside it, one cheek on a pillow she'd pulled down, inches away and intent on a close-up of his cock. "Oh yuk, no! Gross! He's my brother. Please, put it away now. Please!" Amelia hissed. But an engrossed Julia ignored her and took a shot. Realising she wasn't being watched, Amelia's horrified eyes took in a sight she probably hadn't seen probably since she was six and they bathed together. Fascinated, she watched Julia's fingers arrange her brother's organ differently and focus again. "He's out to it and it's a bit of fun. He won't come to any harm," she heard Julia's whisper. "Put it away yourself though if you like." Intent on doing exactly that for the sake of Kevin's dignity, Amelia lay down on the opposite side to Julia. But try as she may, she couldn't find the courage to reach out and touch it. "Jeez, before you do though, let's have a close look at it," she heard Julia murmur as she hesitated. "It's a rather sleek schlong, isn't it? Nice length, good width." Feigning disinterest, Amelia used Julia drawing the meaty length to her attention as an excuse to inspect it. She could only shrug. "Is it like your husband's?" came Julia's rhetorical question straight after, looking at her as she put the camera on the bed behind her. Lifting the limp meaty length again, she leaned it towards her face and ogled it. Inside Amelia the spectacle unfolding started to trigger memories of mouthing Richard. And wanting to do the same to Graham. Guilty at the feelings building inside, she directed her gaze up from the offending penis and into Julia's lovely eyes. Mentally she begged Julia to finish soon and put it away. She found herself now utterly captivated by the rapt expression on the young woman's face. God she looked so incredibly beautiful, even at this bizarre moment. She knew she was sprung as Julia returned the look then leaned across. To her surprise, she leaned over the limp length and closing her eyes, welcomed the short warm kiss. The contact sent thrills soaring back into Amelia's body. When her eyes opened, Julia was lifting up the thick length. Fascinated, the heat rose in Amelia as she watched the small soft fist slowly pump the pink length. It was only after a few strokes when the cock began to stiffen that both girls realised that whatever else in Kevin had shut down, this part was the exception. Amelia felt herself creaming between her legs as she watched Julia peering at the hole in the expanding tip. She thought for an instant that she was about to be a spectator to something she never dreamed a sister would see -- her brother's cock being taken into a girl's mouth. Instead, Julia put her hand over the rising penis to flatten it, then leaned over to share another delicious lingering kiss, the best one Amelia could ever recall receiving. When the girl's head slowly withdrew, she stayed there with her mouth still open, light headedly awaiting its imminent return. When it seemed to be taking too long, her eyes flickered open to see Julia's lips going to and fro over the mushroom like tip. She closed her eyes again to imagine herself stimulating a cock like that. The arrival of the soft hand to her cheek prompted her to seek out the lips she knew wanted to kiss her again. As she warmly returned it, her senses raced as she leaned back slightly to break the kiss with wide eyes, aware that she had just tasted the slightly salty taste of cock. Amelia watched her fingers free the erect length from Julia's. Standing on its own, it seemed to call to her. "God, I'm the one that really needs something like that," she heard herself murmur staring at it. When Julia's hand reached behind Amelia's head, she closed her eyes for the oncoming kiss. Julia's tongue pushed its way in and sparks flew in Amelia's mind as she realised it was being accompanied by the cock. The tongue eased out, and without hesitation, she ran a wary tongue over the bulbous tip left inside her mouth. Then the sudden realisation of what she was doing hit her. Amelia opened her eyes not knowing what to expect. There was Julia staring adoringly at her, the erect length extending like live prey from her mouth. The young woman softly kissed Amelia's cheek then butterfly kissed her way back along the veiny shaft protruding before affectionately stroking Amelia's face with an understanding smile. Amelia dared to take more length in, closing her eyes and starting up a gentle suck. The dream last night came back and she knew she wasn't going to stop until a jet of warm fluid spurted past her tonsils. But Kevin's erection started to visibly wilt. She sensed Julia moving as she upped her efforts in vain. As her naked companion eased off the bed, she gave up and opening her eyes, let the slackened penis slide from her mouth, falling on to the bed so unfulfilled and disappointed. Consoling lips from above brushed hers then started kissing with carnal intent. Amelia instinctively knew what the girl above was thinking. In no time, Julia's face was between her parted thighs, full lips kissing through the crutch of her bikini bottom. The girl's hands untied the side bows then a grateful Amelia eased herself up on her elbows to watch the lovely head bury itself into her curly thatch and begin urgently mouthing away at her sensitive opening. When the young woman locked on and kept increasing the carnal drumming of her tongue against her clit, the pretty young artist ignored her unconscious brother and cried out, engulfed in a wave of pure pleasure she had never felt before. As she did, she had collapsed, eyes closed, feeling Julia ease back and begin intimately kissing her the sides of her parted thighs while she waited for the chance for a second turn. As she lay there, she heard the bedroom door open. Staying still, she knew it would be Clare coming to say goodbye. How would she explain this to her best friend? "Julia!" she heard her best friend's shocked voice. Then she remembered her brother next to her with his cock still out. "I couldn't help it," she heard Julia whisper back."They were both drunk and I've never fucked a brother and sister before, let alone both on the same night." "You better go, Julia," Amelia heard Clare's uncharacteristically angry voice. "Anna's in the car waiting. I'll have to let her know I'll need five minutes to get Amelia off to her own bed. While I'm there, put that thing of his away, get dressed and go. Jesus, you're still the sexual menace you always used to be." Amelia opened her eyes and sat up as Clare walked away. She hoped her lingering kiss said she was so grateful to Julia for shouldering the blame. The girl popped Kevin's penis back in, then handed Amelia the camera. There on the viewfinder was the last shot, a close-up of Kevin's erection protruding from a set of anonymous lips that only the two girls would know were Amelia's. "I took it towards the end while you were busy," Julia admitted. "Please don't erase it. It's the perfect ten and he won't be able to tell it's you when he looks at it." Amelia knew she would get a copy of it tomorrow morning to remind her of this unconventional night. She pressed save rather than delete, When Julia returned and began dressing at the door, she managed a quick goodbye to Amelia hearing Clare's distant footsteps returning, adding in a lowered voice - "Don't forget you're coming to dinner tomorrow night. You'll have to put up with Dad and my young son too I'm afraid. Bring your pyjamas and toiletries and stay over. There's a bedroom running off Dad's that we can put you in. He goes off to Lodge when Samuel goes down, and we can fuck each other senseless in there for a couple of hours before I have to sneak back before he returns. If you're still awake, pop your head around the door and see if he's up for a chat." She heard Julia's car start as she faked drunken helplessness and let Clare put her in bed. "I hope you'll have forgotten Julia taking advantage of you and Kevin in the morning," she heard her best friend's soothing voice above as she lay still in bed, pretending to be asleep. "If I didn't know what she was like and if her dad wasn't my editor, I probably would have belted her."