Part 7
The rest of the week passed without notable incident, and I got the train home. I still had a key of course so I let myself in. There didn't seem to be anyone about, and my brother's car wasn't there so I just made a cup of tea and went upstairs to my old room, put some music on and started unpacking. I was hot and sweaty so thought I would have a shower. Our family home is fairly big, and my room is directly opposite the second bathroom. My parents have an en suite which Marcus always used if they were away as it was right next to his room on the opposite side of the landing, and my room felt nicely out of the way as there was only the spare room next to me which was usually empty, so I rarely closed the door.
I had stripped down to my bra and knickers and was just looking for a towel when I suddenly saw my brother and his friend Ryan standing at my door and about to knock. I hadn't heard them come in because of my music and I jumped and quickly grabbed the towel throwing it around me and turning off the music.
"Sorry Jane, we did call but you obviously didn't hear us."
Said my brother, smirking a little and so was Ryan and I blushed as I stood there in the towel knowing they had both seen me in my matching white bra and panties.
"No, you made me jump. Anyway it's good to see you but I'm just getting in the shower I'm all sweaty after my journey, I'll see you guys downstairs."
"Ok."
Said Marcus, and they both went downstairs, and I went into the shower. I chuckled a little in the shower as I thought about them both seeing me in just my underwear. Ryan was an old friend of my brothers, and we had both known him for years. He was nice looking, about the same height as Marcus, with dark hair and a good build, much like Marcus, they were both keen cyclists and kept pretty fit. I assumed Ryan would be staying for a while which would be nice, I quite fancied him.
Most of the clothes I had with me needed washing, so I had to wear some of my old clothes. I changed into another shortish light cotton skirt and an old blue blouse from my wardrobe which was also a bit small so was a little tight, so I opened a couple of the buttons at the top to make it a little roomier and went downstairs. It was great to see my brother again as I had barely seen him for a couple of years as he had been mostly away at university since I had been informed, and so had he, that I was adopted. Ryan was an old friend, so it was easy to talk openly in front of him, he obviously knew the whole story anyway. They were both pretty sympathetic as it was clear that it had hit me hard at the time although I thought I had delt with it, but maybe it was a contributing factor in me not wanting a boyfriend as such, I didn't want the hassle of a relationship just now.
We had lunch and were just chilling out in the evening in the lounge with some music, and I had opened a bottle of wine, and the guys were drinking beers and sat on a sofa, I was on another sofa, and we were busy chatting and laughing and enjoying each other's company again. The drinks were flowing, and I was in a really good mood and happy to be home for a while. Marcus rolled a joint and took a couple of drags and then passed it onto Ryan who took a drag too and went to pass it to me and then said.
"Oh, sorry Jane, you probably don't smoke do you."
"You'd be surprised! Yes please!"
"Oh, OK, nice one."
He said and passed it too me as they looked amazed that the little sister was now smoking a joint. Sometime later I was on my third glass of wine and had been smoking along with them both and we are all getting a little stoned and giggly and Marcus said to me,
"You seem quite different somehow Jane."
"Really, how do you mean?"
"I don't know, a bit more outgoing perhaps, even a little more confident."
"Yeah, college has been good, and I've been letting my hair down a bit more."
"Great, and getting out much?"
"Hmm, not really."
"Oh shame, no boyfriend yet then?"
I suddenly blushed a little at Marcus's question and smiled slightly.
"You have, haven't you!"
"Not really."
"Well either you have a boyfriend or not Jane!"
Said Ryan joining in the gentle ribbing. I was pretty light-headed by now and it was especially the joint which made me so chatty again but also relaxed enough to just talk without feeling too shy.
"Well, I wouldn't call them boyfriends as such."
I blurted out.
"Oh, boyfriends! Plural! There's been more than one then?"
Asked Marcus, probing me now as he and Ryan both leant in to the conversation sounding very curious. I just laughed and carried on.
"Well yes, there's certainly been more than one!"
"More than one, that sounds promising, has my little sister finally discovered boys?"
Teased my brother. I laughed again.
"Not telling! But they were certainly not boys!"
"Wow! oh come on Jane, spill the beans, tell us the juicy bits at least!"
Said Ryan sounding genuinely keen to hear. We were all feeling pretty loose, and the drinks were still flowing, and Marcus passed around another joint and I didn't hesitate to partake again. I smiled back at them both a little drunkenly blowing out a big plume of smoke and said,
"I...I need the loo, and I'll be right back after this break!"
They both roared at this, and Marcus shouted at me as I got up to go to the bathroom.
"Ah, don't leave us on tenterhooks, we'll be imagining all sorts now!"
"Don't worry, I don't think even your imagination would be able to guess the details!"
And I left the room to woops and a general noise of excitement. I sat down on the loo and as I peed I looked down at my knickers between my knees and suddenly thought again of my first time with Raymond, when he hadn't even allowed me time to take them off properly and he had just fucked me with my knickers in much the same place around my knees and it gave me a bit of a thrill remembering how exciting it had been.
God, I was feeling pretty stoned though, and I wondered what Marcus and Ryan would think if I told them everything I had been up to. Christ, if I told them even half of it I'm not actually sure they would believe me. I kind of liked their teasing though, it was sort of exciting too and I also wanted them to know that I wasn't the little nerdy sister that I used to be. I touched my pussy just gently running a couple of fingers up and down my slit and was shocked by how exciting it felt, the joint had made me pretty stoned and also evidently quite excited again. I was tempted to masturbate but then thought better of it as I knew they would be waiting for me, so I just got myself together again and started going downstairs.
