Anne was 24 years old. She had brown hair and big green eyes and was about 5 ft 4 ins. with an hourglass 35-20-37 figure. She had been in the Army, where she met her husband, whom she'd married a year ago.
Her husband was being sent on a Skiing Course by the Army and since her parents lived about a hundred miles away from there, Anne decided to go home for a couple of weeks.
They travelled by train and after her husband got off, she settled down with a cup of coffee and took in the scenery as she continued towards her parent's home.
When she reached home, Anne's Mum and Dad were pleased to see her, her younger brother was at work and she would see him later. Anne was looking forward to her holiday it had been just after she was married, since she had last been home.
At 6 o'clock her brother got home from work. His pal Alex as always accompanied him. They both worked and socialised together and Anne liked Alex.
Before she got married, Alex always told Anne that he had a crush on her and wanted to date her. Anne had told him not to be silly, as he was too young for her and that he should go and find a girlfriend his own age. Alex said that he wanted her and that he always dreamt about her.
After saying hello and giving both boys a kiss, Anne noticed that Alex was staring at her and it seemed to her that he was mentally stripping her.
Later in the evening, when all the catch up talk had ended, Anne went to the kitchen to make coffee for everyone. Alex came into the kitchen at her back. He told her that marriage seemed to suit her and she looked sexier than ever. Anne told him to behave, but he continued by telling her for the first time, that he wanted to fuck her. She told him to get back to the living room.
That night in bed, Anne turned her thoughts to Alex. He had matured in body, if not in mind. And he looked a strapping young man now. She tried to imagine what he would look like naked.
At the weekend Anne's parents said they were going to stay at her Grandmothers for the weekend, and she should come with them. Anne said she was fine at home relaxing, and they should go and have a good time.
By the time her parents had left, Anne was alone in the house as her brother and his pals were out drinking. She decided that she would wash some clothes and then she would have a bath. As she soaked in the bath, Anne was thinking that she had now been home for a week and that this was the longest time she had gone without sex, since she had married.
She began to feel horny and she started to stroke herself. She was slowly rotating her fingertips on her nipples, causing them to stand up. And then she started to run the same fingertips over her pubic mound and slowly and gently she began to probe at the soft folds of her pussy.
She wasn't particularly thinking of anyone as she stroked, it was more just the sex act she was thinking about. Anne finished her bath, dried herself, put on a pair of white cotton panties under her shortie robe and went downstairs to have a glass of wine.
She had more than one glass by the time she heard the door open. She could hear the guys giggling and banging about as they came into the house; it sounded as if they were all drunk.
As it was, it was her brother who was drunkest and the other two (James and Alex) were carrying him. Anne told them just to take him upstairs to his bedroom. Upstairs she pulled his top and pants off and just threw the duvet over him. It was unlikely that he would surface again tonight.
When she got downstairs again, Alex had poured wine for him and James. "Make yourself at home, why don't you," Anne said sarcastically.
"We are," said Alex.
Alex was staring at Anne, as she sat opposite him, he was trying to see what she was wearing under the robe. He saw that Anne noticed him "Perving" her, but he just smiled and winked at her.
The wine was finished and Anne picked up the empty glasses and took them through to the kitchen. As she stood at the sink washing them, Alex came through the door and came up very close behind her.
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, " I still want to fuck you," he said, as he slipped his arms around her waist. Anne felt him pushing against her. His pelvis pushed against her ass and she was sure that she felt something big and solid get between them. As Anne hadn't pushed him away, Alex started to move his hands down to go under her robe.
Anne grabbed his wrists.
"If you want me, you'll have to get rid of James. I'm not doing anything while there's two of you in the house." Anne felt Alex let go of her waist and he walked through to the living room.
Two minutes later they both came through to the kitchen and James said "Goodnight," and left by the back door.
Anne was still standing at the sink, and she could see James walk down the road. She felt Alex pushing against her again, and this time, she pushed back. His hands went around her waist and inside her robe; he moved his hands up and cupped her tit's in them. Anne let out a soft groan as she felt his pelvis push against her ass and at the same time he took a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Alex kissed the back of her neck and kneaded her nipples at the same time. She felt herself weakening at the knees, but the way he was supporting her from the back, kept her on her feet.
His hands had drifted down and he was feeling her pussy through the cotton material of her panties. If anyone looked through the kitchen widow from outside they would have seen Anne standing looking out, with her robe opened up and the belt still wrapped around her, with Alex kissing her neck and his hand down between her legs.
Anne saw this in the reflection of the window it turned her on. She turned around and put her arms around Alex's neck and gave him a passionate kiss, with both of their tongues busy.
When they breathlessly broke apart, Anne took Alex by the hand and said, "I think it's time we went to bed."
Anne had the bedroom on the ground floor and she told Alex to go in while she went upstairs to check on her brother.
He was unconscious and snoring, so she silently closed the door and went to the bathroom before going back downstairs.
When Anne entered her bedroom, Alex was lying on top of the bed, fully dressed but without his socks and shoes.
Stand up, she ordered.
He stood and she began by unbuttoning his shirt, form the neck down. She pulled it off his shoulders and he wasn't wearing a T-shirt. His hard young body had muscles in the right places and Anne could feel his hardness press against her down below.