Davy lay back in his Halls of Residence bed and stroked his morning erection. It was going to be his last orgasm in that bed, the last of many he was pleased to note, and not all of them had been courtesy of his practiced right hand. He'd not been a virgin when he went up to Newcastle University some nine months earlier, but he'd have hardly considered himself experienced.
Now he had several notches on his belt, and was thinking about the mind blowing sex he'd had with his girlfriend last night. It was the last day of the academic year and they were all going home for the summer and she'd come round to say goodbye, or for one last farewell fuck as she'd put it.
They had a strange relationship, not strange to them but to everyone else. They were perfect together, everyone could see that, but they had no romantic entanglement whatsoever. They were the very best of friends, friends with benefits, lots of benefits, ending up in each other's bed after pretty much every night out.
Deep down, both probably knew they had found their life long soul mate, but for the time being they were content to hang out in a group, to sleep together, but without actually making it formal. They were going to be apart for three months and had sort of half planned to meet up somehow, although neither could work out the practicalities, living at opposite ends of the country, even one as small as England wasn't going to make it easy, so both recognised that the benefits were going to be put on hold for a while.
Davy thought about her body last night, her delectable breasts, her warm, wet pussy, her lithe body and within minutes he was cumming, his spunk spraying over himself, his body screwed up in sheer pleasure. He cleaned himself up and got ready for the journey home. He was going back to his mother, his parents had divorced a couple of years or so ago and his father lived in Kent with his new woman. Davy got on well with his father, albeit at a distance, but he knew the divorce had rocked his mother to the core, a once lively extrovert, forced back within her shell, putting on weight and looking older than her age. She'd started to come out of it as he was leaving for university and by the Christmas and Easter holidays, she was starting to get her life together again.
It didn't help that both he and his sister were away at university, she was a year ahead of him at Birmingham, and they both felt guilty at leaving their mother on her own, but she had some good friends around her and insisted that they couldn't put their lives on hold just for her.
His father had forked out for a car for him to make the travelling between home and university easier, it wasn't exactly a Mercedes sports, rather an oldish estate car, but it did the journey well. His plan for today was to drive to his sister's flat in Birmingham, stay with her overnight, then for the two of them to drive down to Plymouth together. That was the part of the journey he dreaded, the M5, a notoriously crowded road at the best of times, even worse at the beginning of summer.
He finished loading the car and with one last look back at his room, he set off. The time passed easily and he was soon pulling up outside his sister's flat. He eased myself out of the car and stretched. The front door to the house burst open and out barrelled his sister, A cry of "Davy!" and he was in her tight embrace, her body wrapped around his, full breasts pressed against his chest as she squeezed him to death.
They'd always got on, nary a spat between them in their teenaged years, and their parents' divorce had drawn them even closer. He drew back and looked at her, "Looking fabulous Sis," he said, meaning every word.
She ran her arms down his back and over his chest. "You too Bro' where have these muscles come from?" Since rugby had stopped for the summer he'd been going to the gym, and even if he said so himself, his physique had improved. "If you weren't my brother I'd...." she left it at that.
"Speaking of which, how is Phil?" he asked. Phil was the current boyfriend of several months standing, almost a record for her.
She waggled her hand in a so-so gesture. "We think it's over, great sex while it lasted, but three months apart will probably see the end of it." He commiserated, but she didn't seem overly bothered. They went inside and up to her flat.
"I'm afraid it's the sofa for you tonight, my flatmates are still here so no bed is available....unless you want to share?"
He looked at the sofa, it had seen better days, was barely a three seater and he really couldn't see himself getting an awful lot of sleep. "Would you mind if we shared?" he asked tentatively.
"Well as long as it doesn't turn out like the last time."
He coloured up, not his finest hour, they'd shared a bed once before, promising to keep to their own side, and he had woken up, his morning wood poking hard against her backside, his hand under her pyjama top clasped round one very naked and very nice breast. Mortification on both parts, mostly his, but a few very nice wanks later on.
He held up his hand in a semblance of a scout salute, "I promise to keep my hands to myself."
"And your cock?"
"And my cock."
"It was a very nice cock though," she finished impishly as they laughed.
-o0o-
It was great to see her brother again, and looking so hunky. When she'd felt his musculature she felt a monetary pang of regret that he was just that, and when she'd reminded him of their physical encounter the last time they shared a bed, a twinge in her pussy said she want to have sex with this man, but she pushed those thoughts away. He was her brother, she loved him to bits, but he was never going to be a mate, could never be.
They had a few drinks, then some dinner and then sat and caught up with their lives over the last term. He seemed to be well settled with Sarah his quasi-girlfriend, and she wondered why he didn't just admit that he'd found the love of his life. She'd begun to think she'd never find anyone special, she'd had some disastrous relationships over the last couple of years, she loved sex, loved being with someone, but it just never seemed to last. She knew she was young still, but all her friends seemed to be getting into serious relationships, but all she could find were one night stands. She longed to feel a cock spurting inside her, and on the few occasions she'd not used a condom, it had felt so good.
They realised just how late it was, and with that journey ahead of them, decided that it was time for bed. She went into the bathroom and changed into her pyjamas, no panties, she believed in letting her body breathe at night, and it made getting herself off so much easier. She was an inveterate masturbator, if she couldn't have a cock then her fingers would have to do and she thoroughly enjoyed it. But not tonight she promised herself, not with her brother in her bed, not after last time.
When she got back to the bedroom Davy was already in bed, she could see a tee shirt above the covers so she assumed he had some sort of shorts or boxers on. She got into bed, leaned over and gave him a kiss goodnight and switched the lamp off, turning away from him, hearing him do the same.
It was light when she woke, well half woke, her mind still somewhere half in a dream. She rolled onto her back and her hands went down to her inner thighs, running upwards, round her pussy and up over her stomach to cup her breasts. She could feel her nipples respond to her touch, they'd always been sensitive and she'd managed to give herself orgasms by just playing with them sometimes, and when they were kissed her pussy would just flood.
She could smell man in her bed, that mix of sweat, fart and something else, something that stirred her inside, made her want sex. Her hands went down to her pussy, cupping it through her pyjamas, then remembered why she was wearing pyjamas, it was her brother in bed with her and she wasn't about to get fucked.
More than slightly disappointed she stroked her hands over her crotch, feeling a little tingle in her cloth covered pussy. She opened her eyes and looked over at Davy, he was facing her, his eyes shut, breathing regularly through his nose, still sound asleep. Dare she? She slipped one hand up under her pyjama top and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple, finding an immediate reaction in her pussy.
Her other hand slipped under the elastic and down through her pubes. Must do something about those one day, she thought as she encountered her clit. A couple of brisk circles round that, sending more twinges to her pussy, then on to her slit, her fingers parting her lips, easing down to her pussy entrance.
God how did she get so wet, she thought, her fingers feeling the slickness that had somehow built up. She pulled her finger out and raised it to her nose, sniffed then peered at it, wondering why that was such an instinctive reaction, worry about an early period perhaps, but all she could smell this time was her arousal, and she slid her hand back down.
Gently she toyed with her clit, enjoying the warm fuzzy sensation it was generating inside her, combining with the little jolts of electricity still running down from her nipples. She froze, Davy had mumbled and grumbled and rolled onto his back but seemed still fast asleep, snoring gently.
She began to stroke herself, sliding her finger up and down her slit, revelling in the waves of pleasure that coursed through her, and she began to think she might get away with squeezing one out before Davy woke. Up and down, round her clit, then back down and suddenly a finger was inside her and she gasped, a bolt of electricity running through her. Another glance at Davy, still lying quietly and she pushed a second finger in, curling upwards, engulfed with the wave of ecstasy washing over her. Wouldn't be long now.
-o0o-
He'd woken slowly, dragging himself up from a deep, deep hole. He was lying on his side in a strange bed and then he remembered, he was in Cara's bed, his sister. He half opened his eyes and saw her beside him. She was breathing heavily and he thought she was in a deep sleep when he saw her look his way, then furtively back again. He could see her hands moving under the covers and he wondered what she was doing. It hit him, she was touching her body all over. His cock was already hard and he rolled onto his back to give his hands easier access. She stopped momentarily and he thought she'd seen he was awake, but then she started again, he heard a little gasp and wondered just what she'd done to cause that.
