Chapter Two - Me, My Brother and my best friend.
It had been a couple of weeks since I caught Greg dressed in my underwear, on my bed, and playing with himself. Things were getting to become very interesting.
It was the weekend, and I was tucked up in my bed, with my best friend Kim. We arrived home at 3 in the morning, and with the amount of alcohol that we had consumed during the course of the night, we very drunk, laughing and giggling at each other. We got to my front door, still giggling, I pinned Kim against the front door, and lightly kissed her on the lips. She didn't pull away, instead she wanted more. We went inside and up to my bedroom. I managed to get Kim interested into coming to bed with me. So we crawled into bed, after taking each others clothes off, and we cuddled up together in our underwear and drifted off to sleep.
It was roughly 2 in the afternoon, as I woke with a huge hangover from the night before. I gently eased out of Kim's arms, and made my way to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and waited for the water to warm up, before stepping inside. I unclasped my bra and threw it into the corner, then pushed my panties down to my feet, before stepping out of them and in to the shower. A few minutes under the water was refreshing to my hangover. The sound of the door closing roused me from my soak. I pushed my hair back and opened my eyes, and greeted by a feminine figure standing outside of the shower door. She then unsnapped her bra, exposing her young pale breasts, and then she pushed her knickers down, and walked in.
She was a beautiful woman. She stood approximately 5'3, with long blonde hair, firm round breasts and shapely legs. She walked in with authority and assurance and never seemed timid or shy. Kim moved up behind me, I could feel the heat from her body as she moved closer and I suppressed a shiver as her hands touched my neck. She moved closer and I could feel her breasts pressing against my back, her nipples were hard against my skin. The hot water continued to cascade over us as I leaned back into her massaging hands. Slowly her hands moved down my back, massaging all the way. I could feel the excitement building inside me and struggled to control my breathing. Her finger tips lightly touched the sides of my waist and stomach. Slowly her hands began to move up until she was level with my breasts. Turning me around slowly, her pressed her lips to mine. Kissing a woman is some how softer than slower, more sensuous. Our tongues danced with each other and she pulled me closer to her.