Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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I had to go down to Birmingham for a conference, three days at a town centre conference place, deep joy. I don't dislike Birmingham especially, I just dislike all towns and cities that aren't Bingley. They are busy, they all have their own smells, a mix of street foods and body odour generally. My brother Steven lived near Birmingham in a place called Sutton Coldfield, so I texted him to see if he wanted to meet up whilst I was there.
He rang me, he is not big on texting.
"Hello Sis."
"Hi Bro. How's it hanging?"
"Nicely thank you, so, you are leaving Gods Own County for a few days?"
"Yes, I have to go to a conference and I am staying at the Britannia near the Station. I am not happy."
"You should have said, you could have stayed with us."
'Us' being him and his wife Shirley.
"You're too far out, the conference is all day and I want to fall out of bed and into the conference."
"It's only half an hour by train."
"Too long."
"Okay, perhaps I can come and meet you in town one evening."
"Yeah, that'll be nice. Any decent restaurants? I will leave that to you to sort out. I am at a hotel that is right in the middle, so anywhere within walking distance."
"I will come in by train, parking in town is a nightmare."
"Okay, we can meet up either at my hotel or the restaurant, it is up to you."
And that had been a week ago. Today I had just booked into the Britannia Hotel and the conference started tomorrow, tonight my brother was meeting me at reception in 30 minutes and we were going to a Brazilian Restaurant, an all you can eat feast of meat apparently. Not sure how that works.
I quickly showered and sprayed here and there, bra and knickers and then a mid-length off the shoulder with a sweetheart neckline, flatties for walking in, a shawl, after all it is February, and my handbag, with my usuals, tampon, condom, twenty pound note, credit card with only one hundred pounds of credit, for emergencies, not a great loss if it gets stolen. It is my usual stash for a night out, much will not be needed as I am going out with my brother.
The tampon is for the over amorous, sorry not tonight, it's my time of the month, the condom in case I score, and the rest are emergency funds. But, none will be needed tonight, but I always pack the same items, it is a force of habit. I added my room key, which is actually a digital card, and left my room to go to reception.
He arrived in reception just as I did, and we hugged.
"God, you look good," he said as he came in for a second hug, not a very brotherly hug either.
"Not so bad yourself bro," I said kissing his cheek and stepping back. "Right," I continued, "how far is this restaurant?"
"Not far it is in the arcade, come on." He led me to the door and then we were both through he linked his arm through mine and we headed off. Birmingham centres was, like most cities, totally pedestrianised, some roads allowed buses and trams, most did not. People were milling around, walking haphazardly, not caring about traffic as there wasn't any.
We walked arm in arm, Steve taking the lead, he knew where to go, I hadn't a clue, I knew Bingley, I knew Shipley, and not a clue about any other city, even Bradford which was on my doorstep; I just hate cities. We took a turning and we were in the Arcade and a few establishment down we were there. Steve unlinked our arms and opened the door for me, following on behind.
He spoke to the greeter, giving his name and we were shown to our seats.
"Sir, Madam," The greeter said, his accent local and broad. I guess mine was, to him, foreign and broad, "a drink to start?"
"Yes," I answered, "a Chardonnay please." Steve also wanted wine, so he asked the greeter to bring us a bottle.
"So," I asked him, "how is Shirley?"
"At home, as she always is, since the pandemic a few years ago, she just won't go out. She has just lost the love for it. She isn't that happy that I have gone out, but it is what it is."
"She's probably happy that I am not staying at yours then."
Steve kept his face straight, I knew I was right.
"You guys are okay aren't you? I mean, there isn't going to be a divorce party on the horizon is there?"
"Oh God who knows, most of the time things are good, sometimes that are not, but every relationship is a bit like that."
The restaurant was a Brazilian all you can eat set up, they put a bowl of fries in the middle of the table and then servers came around with meats impaled on swords. Beef, pork and lamb. They portioned off some meat onto your plate. There was a flag thing next to you that you raised if you wanted more meat and left down if you didn't.
A bowl of vegetables appeared and a couple of jugs of sauce or gravy, who knew, I didn't. It was different, the meat wasn't that special, especially the beef, which was a little tough, but it was different. We took our time, we chatted, we ate, probably far too much, we drank wine, definitely too much, and the evening rolled on and eventually we left our flags down, declined any more fries or vegetable refills and sat back.
"Well, that was different," I said, "I have never had my meat served by sword before."
"I wonder how sharp they are?" Steve mused.
"Let's not find out," I suggested.
We left the restaurant and headed back arm in arm towards my hotel, there was a good comforting feeling having him close as I walked in a strange city. Strange to me, not strange, I presumed, to the locals, Brummies they are known as. It was lively and the bars and restaurants were very busy, people milled around the pedestrianised streets, and police in high viz mingled. It still did not feel comfortable, I would not have felt safe if Steve had not been there.
He saw me back to my hotel, declined my offer of a room coffee saying he ought to get the train back as it was getting late, we hugged, again a little more than a brotherly cuddle, and then he was gone, and I was in my hotel.
In my room I stripped, Lord these hotels do keep their rooms hot, and washed, I suppose I should have showered, but too much wine and too much food meant that was not an option for me tonight. A good wash would have to do. I went and lay on top of the bed wishing I had brought Bob, my battery operated boy, but I hadn't, he was at home in my night stand. At least Bob was plastic and inanimate, it wouldn't miss me the way I missed him.
I parted my thighs, my ankles apart like an acrimonious divorce from each other, and my finger gently walked down my crease, my labia parting and curling around my finger, waves of pleasures running though my body. There was no rush, no need to hit the button, not just yet.
My finger circled my entrance, each circle pressing a little deeper towards my opening and before I knew it, too fast, too fast, I was a knuckle deep and I could hear sighs in the bedroom, my sighs. My fanny walls squeezed my finger, and my finger wiggled back as it entered further, a second knuckle, more squeezing, more pleasures rippling through my body, my sighs became gasps.
My finger moved back out, knuckles teasing my entrance, and then I pushed back in, as far as I could, the web between my fingers stopping me going as deep as I wanted. I pulled back a little and added a second finger and I gasped loudly as my fanny was stretched more, my fanny muscles squeezing my fingers, pleasures now coursing through me, my gasps louder and louder, my back tightening as my breath caught in my throat.
As I fucked myself with my fingers I couldn't help but think back to Steve and his cuddles, his hard dick had been pressing against me, was he imagining shagging me, I tried to imagine how that would be, my fingers fucking me became Steve's dick, in, out, oh gosh.
My other hand decided it was time and reached down and lightly touched my clitoris as my fingers fucked my fanny, and I almost screamed, the pleasure was so intense, my fanny squeezing my fingers as if trying to extract the spunk they don't possess.
And then someone did scream, a piercing orgasmic bellow that echoed around the room leaving me bucking and gasping on the bed. My fingers withdrew and I felt cold, and I got under the quilt, my mind in a turmoil, full of images and desires about my brother and his dick.
The conference was being held in a big round building called The Rotunda just at the end of the street, about a hundred yards away. It took me all of three minutes to get there from the hotel. I was directed to the appropriate floor and to the lifts and I went up to check into the conference and get my name tag and a bag of goodies, including a retro folio binder and pencil. I mean, who writes anything these days?
The room was around half full, and I settled myself in a chair towards the centre of the room, and then decided I wanted a coffee. I put my goody bag on my chair and went back out to the reception area and grabbed a coffee. Two sips later and I was looking for somewhere to leave it. It was disgusting. It was one those awful drip system coffees so beloved by the Americans, just ends up being awful over cooked stewed blackish sludge. I grabbed a mineral water instead.
Back in the room I sat and waited for the stragglers to arrive so that the conference could begin. I just knew that we would, at some point, be divided up and sent off to syndicate rooms to explore a particular aspect. I so love these things. Over lunch I texted Steve asking him if he was coming to take me out again. He texted back that he was. God I was so bored.
It took four and a half minutes to leave the conference and get back to the hotel. In my room I showered and sat naked on my bed, my fingers itching to revisit the pleasures of last night, but my self control wouldn't allow it. I sorted out a bra and then my dress for the evening, some flatties for walking, put a coat on, it was cold outside, and waited until it was time to go down to reception and meet Steve.
When I got down Steve was already there and we hugged, and again a degree of inappropriateness from my brother with his dick hardening as he pressed against me.
"So how was your day," he asked when he eventually pulled away.
"Possibly the most boring day I can remember."
"Oh dear. What is the conference about?"
"Inclusivity and they have a strig of speakers, each more outlandish than the previous. They parade these minority people around as if they are the majority and we must obey them and pander to their needs. No, just no. I will take their wishes into account and that is it, their so called needs are no more important than anyone else's. I include everyone, equally, and I don't need to spend three days in a strange city talking about it."
"Oh my, they have opened up a nerve haven't they? Goodness."
"Oh it is ridiculous, anyway, I have enough of that during the day, let's not discuss it. Where are we eating?"
"We are off to a French Bistro. It is a bit further away than last night."
"Okay then brother, let's go."
