Brother Sister
Marrying into the family presented a challenge
Prologue
When I first met Fiona at University she was a wild child. As were her group of friends. I first met her in her first year. At that stage I had completed an industrial design degree and was moving on to another in electronic engineering. At the time my own wild life had tapered off a bit but I had been tutoring one of Fiona's friends and got drawn in to their circle of hellraising for a while. They were younger and the shenanigans came off as something vacuous so for my reputation's sake and a fear of getting arrested for something, I moved on. Fi, as she was called for short, did not fare that well and had to repeat that year, so I lost touch.
We met again a few years after I graduated. By coincidence I found myself working in her father's industrial manufacturing business. I was designing electronic componentry for industrial appliances. Fi's father, Graeme was the owner of the business and was assisted by Fi's older brother Douglas. I was single at the time but got on very well with Graeme and his wife Pam. Pam felt sorry for me and took me on as some sort of a project. I was introduced to one or two of their friends which Pam thought of as marriageable so it was probably inevitable that Fi would turn up by invitation to one of their dinners or cocktail parties.
It was all rather awkward really. Fi's parents were strictly religious and were high Anglican. Fi and her brother Douglas had been subject to a very restrictive life as teenagers which probably resulted in their very hedonistic lifestyle when they escaped to university. Eventually Fi settled own and managed to achieve a degree. Douglas never quite got there but after a couple of 'gap' years overseas Graeme decided that Douglas was probably not varsity material and lured him back into the family firm starting on the shop floor with a promise of a starry future. Fi meanwhile was teaching at a private secondary school for girls.
I wondered what Graeme and Pam saw in me. I was not religious, by any means, but I do have a strong moral code and a spirituality which they understood. Although they were morally conservative they certainly were not in the social sense and they had a love of the environment. They supported a lot of worthy and charitable causes and drew me into volunteering with them whether it was tree planting or helping out at the city mission.
Fi at this stage was the picture of respectability. She sat in an erect and very demure fashion. She wore large fashionable glasses and business style suits, not necessarily typical style teacher garb but it fit in with the private school image. Her blonde hair was always impeccably cut in a short bob.
We did go out occasionally but I moved down south to take up a design position at a domestic appliance manufacturing company. This position would enable me to do an MBA part time and move more into management. Fi and I lost touch for the two years but reconnected when I moved back to join her father's firm. Reconnected was an understatement as within a couple of months I had proposed and we were married soon after.
We were married some three years and decided to go for our first child. About this time Douglas had decided to marry Caris. Caris was an old friend of Fi's'. Douglas and Caris had met during those wild years at university and had gone out, on and off, for years. Douglas's future was now looking assured and he had decided to take the plunge with Caris and she accepted.
Caris had become a media personality. She often fronted very popular programmes and events. She was a blonde and had a homely charm that endeared herself to audiences of all ages. Her intelligence also had her fronting news programmes and talk shows. As a result of his relationship with her, Douglas obtained parts in one or two reality shows. He certainly had the charm and the looks but quietly, I never really understood what an intelligent woman like Caris saw in him. I never let this on to Fi.
Fi had not had anything to do with her old university social set once she had left so the coming wedding was of huge excitement for her. This was to be the reunion of the 'wild childs' as they called themselves. A hen party was organised for the occasion. I was invited to Douglas's bachelor party but it turned out to be a very boozy but remarkably subdued occasion. Fi and I had been staying at Douglas's rather rambling house. I returned with Douglas at the early hour of about 11 p.m. Douglas settled on the couch to watch something on TV and I was feeling tired and decided to hit the sack. We had both drunk more than was necessary.
Earlier in the evening Fi had dressed up to go out. She looked nothing like the demure school ma'am. She had the reddest of red lipstick, her hair cut short in a pixey cut which had been coloured in three shades of pastels. She wore a very sexy short lace cocktail dress with a split in the side. She did not have a plunging neck line but she wore no bra and her nipples were visible through the lace. Her breasts and nipples are quite large so the effect was not subtle. She wore a thong and suspender belt and stockings but thankfully the dress had an inner skirt at that level so her under things were not visible unless she got exuberant.
When she came down the stairs my in initial reaction was, 'what the fuck!' I had never seen her dressed like this and wondered what her parents would think. Douglas stuck his head around the corner and exclaimed a loud, "get you!" He came into the hall and began unsubtly eyeballing her.
I actually felt quite frightened, her going out like this.
Earlier, I had been excited by her enthusiasm for the evening and was happy she was meeting her old friends. That happiness suddenly turned to dread. However, I did not want to spoil her evening and probably with a grimace more than a smile told her how wonderful she looked, silently thinking she looked like a slut.
At that point there was a lot of tooting, yelling and giggling outside announcing the arrival of the wild childs and Fi sashayed down the path for a night of, I guess, hellraising.
I watched her forlornly. her tall slender figure with the hint of hourglass, her wonderful bum swinging in a Marylyn Monroe sway. Finally she was pulled into the mini-van by her friend Adrienne and it rapidly sped away.
I continued to stand there when I began to become conscious of Douglas standing beside me. He just quietly said, "She is fantastic isn't she? ". I don't know, I guess it was just the way he said it. It was a rhetorical question. I don't think he was expecting a reply. I am not even sure whether he was speaking to me or himself.
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It was early in the morning probably between 2 and 3. I was awoken; I heard loud voices and giggling outside. There was a toot and a sound of what I guessed as the minivan driving away.
I got up to have a leak in the en-suite of the guest bedroom where I had been sleeping. Shaking my dick to complete, I tucked it all into my boxers which were all I was wearing and prepared to go back to bed.
I was expecting Fi to have come up stairs but she didn't. She definitely had come in to the house so I thought that she must be in the living area. I grabbed my phone to use the flashlight function. I had to go down a pitch black corridor and down some stairs to the hall before going into the living area. I didn't want to be feeling around for light switches so this seemed to be more convenient. As I came down the stairs I heard Douglas and Fi's voices. I heard a snatch of conversation about me.
"Where is Mark?"
"He's upstairs asleep, dead to the world. I went up earlier and he was snoring."
Fi giggled.
"It's just as well. If he saw the state you now in now, your married bliss would be fucked."
That got my attention. I could hear quite clearly because the door to the living area was ajar. Light streamed out from it so I turned off the flashlight function.
I began to hear sighing and kissing noise from the room. The feelings I had when she left to go out returned and I began to feel a dread that something was up.
They could not see me as I was in the shadows and they seemed to be on the couch which was very close to the door. Wafting from the room was the smell of alcohol. Douglas had obviously been drinking heavily as he waited for Fi.
I turned on the video camera and date function of my phone. I crept to the door and lent around filming with the phone and caught them in tight embrace French kissing. Again they did not see me because I was behind their heads. I was filming quite close to them. I figured I could run the video camera while the phone was propped on the handle allowing me retire into the shadows and listen to what transpires.
I sat down onto the floor out of view and against the wall; I buried my head into my knees clasping my shins and listened.
What follows is the transcript of the recorded conversation.
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"Bloody Douglas, we should not be doing this."
"Why not? This is my last night of freedom. "
"You are cheating on Caris."
".. And you have not tonight with Mark?"
"Shit, shit, shit? I've really fucked up this time; if Mark finds out?"
There was silence followed by some sighing from both, followed by some wet kissing noises.
There was a quiet mumble from Douglas,
"I see you lost your thong."
"Shit! Don't touch me there. It's tender."
"Christ, how many guys have you fucked, there's cum for Biafra here. I stick my fingers in and I get Niagara Falls."
"There were three. Adrienne got strippers. They were actually three older guys who were on the fringe of our group way back. They were in good shape for their age."
"They were supposed to strip. You were not supposed to fuck them."
"I got carried away."
"No kidding; were you guys doing it in front of everybody?"
"No, only me, but I did it in a van."
"It ended with a big conga line. The strippers finished by going in the back room. Everybody else peeled off and I found myself pissed and alone with them. I carried on snogging them and that kind of carried on to the van they came in and then they gangbanged me in the van."
"Rape?"
"To my shame, consensual."
Sound of crying
"Fucking hell. None of that would have gone down with Caris."
"Fuck no, she wouldn't know about the van, at least I hope not. It was bloody awkward when the strippers arrived. It was organised by Adrienne. I think she was the only other one that saw the evening as I anticipated. All the rest were dressed demurely and Adrienne and I were dressed like sluts. It was fucking embarrassing."
"When the strippers arrived Caris was livid but once the show started things loosened up. I think the girls decided to go with it and the drinking started in earnest."
"Did Caris do anything?"
"No, they teased her but she pinged them off. I was the only one that did anything."
"What did you do?"
"I sucked one of them off."
"In front of the others?"
"Yes."
"Oh my god, did he cum?"
"No, but it went on for a while."
"Fuck that's hot."
"I can feel that, your cock is growing against my side."
There is a sound of rhythmic squelching accompanied by what sounded like painful grunting
.
"Fuck Fi, I've got four fingers in your cunt. Fuck it's sloppy; what did they do to you?"
"Fuck careful, Douglas that's hurting. One of them was hung like an anaconda. He was a freak. "
Both started giggling which went on for some minutes meanwhile the squelching continued.
"He was the only one from university I actually remembered, though I can't remember his name. He was a friend of Marks. Nobody ever said anything about his appendage in those days. I think he was a bit of a nerd."
"Was it the anaconda you sucked off, then?"
"Shit no, I'd never get it into my mouth."
More giggling.
"He led the gang bang though. I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock and he knew it."
"Hey, I have my thumb in now. It's a first; I'm fisting you, sister."
"There is the sound of gasping."
"I think I'm going to orgasm."
"Hey I've got your cervix."
"Fuck, leave it alone you're making me feel weird. Fuck off! I'm going to chuck!!"
"Sorry, sorry!"
"I think the anaconda has done my cervix to death. Try sucking my tits for a bit if you have to do something."
There is sound of wet kissing and sucking which goes on for some time accompanied by cooing and comments in a soft voice.
"Ooh that's nice, yeah more there, yeah, yeah, and yeah."
"Hey you've got hickeys all over you tits."
" Oh, shit no! That was the anaconda again. Will any show above my bridesmaid's dress?"
"Will you still be a bride's maid after last night?"
"Don't talk about it."
"Oh, I think you'll be right. Mark won't want to be seeing those. I guess it is no sex for him for a week."
"We are supposed to be trying for a baby. These days are my most fertile."
"Oh my fucking god! And you've fucked all those guys."
"I'll have to get some morning after pills from somewhere."
"Well you won't have much time."
