Normal

Story 13 a new normal

The story only contains sexually activity of a brother and Sister over 18 years old.

While set during the Paris Olympic Games and its historical setting. None of the athletes in this story are meant to represent any athlete competing in the games. Or other persons otherwise living or dead.

............

Sam's phone is ringing and ringing and ringing. I watch him stumble from our love nest, searching for it. It's still in his discarded tracksuit pants.

"Fuck, wakeup Mum and Dad are at the front door. Shit it's ten past one."

I bolt out of bed as Sam slips his pants on.

"The windows Sam!" I yell. Sometime during the night we had turned them to normal. It was a bit much seeing multiple images of ourselves fucking all over the room.

"Let them in, I'll duck into the shower." I shouted as I gather my clothes."

I hear Sam open the door and being greeted by the folks.

"We have Hot Pizza." Dad yells, as he breaks into fits of laughter.

I take a very quick hot shower, god I'm so sore I can hardly walk. As I'm finishing Sam slips in and joins me.

"Dad says I smell like a Parisian whorehouse and I wasn't to dare sit down with them until I shower."

I lean over and smell him. All I can smell is me and cum. I sigh and act swooned at the aroma.

"I guess that makes me a whore then. Dame I feel like it Sam, and I have to say I'm even prouder of my big brother now. What a stud!"

I enter the family room and mum looks up. I wobbly walk to the table and sit.

" More silly walks?" Asks mum.

"More stud Sam." I retort. "I know it's far too much information but wow. Like wow, what a night. Thanks guys."

When Sam comes in Dad gives him a high five and says, "Shiona just awarded you with the gold medal. So proud of you Son" and gives him a man hug.

"Group hug." I counter. So we all gather and enjoy being together.

"Well that was better than going crook at you for not hiding the evidence of your night of passion."

We get stuck into the Pizzas. Lucky Dad bought a few extra as Sam is wolfing them down.

"But what happened to your phones we rang forty minutes ago?"

"Crap my phones been on silent since the pub."

I hobble out and find it. Turning it on, the phone spends five minutes dinging with sounds as the notifications kick in.

"Sorry guys I guess I'll need to spend some time on this thing catching folk up. Well within the bounds of need to know."

"How is the survey re competition going Shiona?"

"Opps mum, I forgot about that, these girls must be spitting chips at my lack of action."

" What's this?" Sam asks.

"Oh never mind, well maybe I'll tell you in the North of France."

"But we are not going to the North of France."

"Exactly!"

Sam buries himself in his phone for a minute and then holds up a post.

"Anything to do with this?"

Shit I'm mortified, it's my survey.

I blush. "Mmm it could be," I squeak.

"Well it's been going viral. Most of the divers have got copies where they have come out on top. Like thousands of copies each. Apparently it's a thing on the internet."

"And what about you?" I ask Sam.

"Let's say my fans page has more than that, maybe three thousand. Lots of new followers."

"Opps. I haven't even filled one out for me yet but I know what the score will be." I bury my head in my elbow. "I'm so embarrassed. I sort of started it. Maybe we can talk about it later please."

The rest of the family laugh. Sam gives Dad his phone so he can check one out. His eyes bug out of his head. Then he high fives Sam again.

"That's my son. Stud diver, stud son-in-law, wait that doesn't work. Stud lover. Proud of you even if I'm not also quietly horrified and challenged by our situation. I do want you both to know that you have my blessing. Mum and I will do what we can to make your lives as normal as possible.

"Well," says mum, "I think we should do something as a family, something touristy."

"Like maybe a winery?" Sam suggests.

"Yes, great idea. I don't think I can take any more of Sam at the moment. I need a rest"

It's funny how our relationship is expressing itself in a family context. I'm going red again.

"Shit did I say that out loud?"

We hit a few wineries. We each have a three litre limit of how much alcohol we can bring into Australia. I intended to bring in some quality French wine but then I tasted Brandy. Wow like that's good. Well at least the boutique wineries are high quality. I decided to bring in some high quality Brandies as it's so much cheaper here than in Australia. We make excellent wines anyway.

The late evening light is great so we spend extra time wine tasting before we found a nice restaurant to have our evening meal together.

It's late when we finally left for our love nest. Well that's what I'm calling our holiday let. Sam and I snuggle on the back seat. It is dark so Sam gets away with a bit of inappropriate caressing. I simply enjoy the closeness of it.

Mum is quietly snoring in the front seat. She did put away a bit of wine today. Sam regularly checks in with Dad to make sure he stays awake. He was a good Father and didn't have much wine as he was driving.

Finally we are back. Sam and I say our good nights and slip into out private rooms. Unspoken we take off our clothes and proceed to the bathroom. I think we love being naked together. I certainly do.

Finally we talk. "Shower?" Sam asks.

"So long as it's together you got me a bit horny in the car."

So we do just that. Gently washing each other. Exploring with hands and rubbing bodies and kissing all manner of cleaned locations.

"Sam I'm really starting to feel I know your body better. I'm still in total admiration and meltdown over it. But it's like it's becoming my body. It's the yin to my yang. It's like we fit together perfectly. Your hardness and highly defined muscles and my softness and roundness."

We clean our teeth. Sam moves in behind me rubbing he's growing hardness against my butt. Every time I lean over the sink he gives me a pump. I've got my mouth full of froth so I start giggling and eventually spluttering. Then we fight over the sink for the spit access. Tickling follows. Tickle fights are funner when you are in love. Sam takes command of the sink pushing me away with his hips. So I reach between his legs and grab his balls. I'm firm but gentle.

"Give?" I mumble through bubbles.

He has spat by now so he can speak, "Yes, yes."

I keep hold of his balls and move him aside as I lean in to spit and rinse my mouth. But before I do, I realise Sam now bent fully over and has his hands on the floor.

It's too tempting so I bend over him and lick his butt hole. I know it's clean as I attended to it myself.

"NO, NO, not that."

I don't listen and I begin rubbing his balls and penis with toothpaste foam.

"Stop stop you're gotta listen.... arhhh. Crap. Crap it stings."

I let go and he dives into the shower and is vigorously trying to clean his bits. I realise I've done something seriously wrong. I love him, I love how he is looking at me his eyes popping out.

"Never ever do that again."

I'm really scared now. I must show it.

He hops out and gives me a big wet cuddle. I realise he had a cold shower. I'm crying by now so I don't complain. Sam kisses me.

"Please wash your hands real good and rinse out."

"What did I do wrong?"

Sam starts laughing. Obviously the crisis is over.

"Ok I get it you didn't know. I think every boy knows. Never never masturbate with tooth paste. You do it once but crap never again."

"God I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"Have you ever had menthol containing stuff near your fanny?"

I shake my head. "Well you're lucky I wasn't already fucking you when you did that. Oh and please don't give me head after you have used mouthwash. My gay friends have warned me on that one."

"Shit really. Well the things ya learn. I sort of killed the mood." I said sadly.

Sam picks me up and carries me in his arms to the bed. He starts kissing me and caressing me. I realise he is actually still rock hard.

I gently fondle his genitals. His penis is very full of blood.

"How come you never went down?"

"My penis is still tingling. It's moved from pain to pleasure. I think you owe me your pussy cream salve. God, I'm actually really turned on. My butt hole is still on fire, tingling and clenching."

Sam lies down. "Please fuck me Shiona, and fuck me now."

I straddle him and drive myself down as deep as I can. I'm still a bit tender from last night. But I can sense the relief and urgency in Sam's thrusts. He meets me with every downward impaling on his magnificent penis. I am kissing him and burying my face in his neck. Then he starts to piston flat out into me holding my butt cheeks in his hands.

We scream like banchee's as we come together. It takes a while for the tremors to cease and we collapse together.

"I'm sort of glad that happened." I whispered into Sam's ear. "That was a spectacular and different climax."

"I Agee," Sam affirms, "but never try it again."

He rolls me over and hops up to turn off the light. Then he slips between my legs and re-enters me.

"I may not go down for a little while my balls are still tingling."

We both fall asleep with Sam gently moving in and out.

I know I'm dreaming again, well at least I'm aware of the mixing of dreams and reality. I think Sam might be dreaming as well. The thrusting has got more urgent. I think Sam had gone down a bit as we fell asleep but we are still in the same position now. I have a bit of a dead arm.

Dreams mix with reality and we are once again making passionate love. I cum first. A gentle cum that is soothing and soulful. Sam follows draining the last vestiges of what I think is almost an endless sperm supply.

Disconnecting Sam hops up and goes to the toilet. When he returns I bend down and apologise to his testicles.

Kissing them I say, " l love you little guys. I'm really sorry I caused you pain. Please rest and make more of your little spermy's for me. Thank you for your gifts tonight."

I put my hand down and retrieve some of them from my leaking vagina. I suck them into my mouth and whisper to his balls.

"See, I love that you do this for me. I love you little guys, your slightly pungent taste, your creamy texture and particularly your smell. Please make more and give me more tomorrow."

Sam is just beaming at me. I know he has forgiven me. We kiss and we sleep again. This time not on top of each other but holding hands.

Bang, bang, bang on our door was followed by Dad shouting.

"Wakey, wakey rise and shine." We have to vacate your love nest in ninety minutes."

"Ignore him." Sam says and we have a fifteen minute kissing session waking each other up.

"I suppose we had better move then."

I slip once again into the shower while Sam goes to the toilet. I don't think I find it sexy but I do like watching him have a wee. It's a sort of an intimate natural process that has really changed since I first saw him going under that tree five days ago. Sam heads back to the bedroom and starts packing. Then replaces me when I tell him I've finished.

I pack and except for the cloths I'm wearing today. I stay naked and as Sam comes out naked we do a reverse strip tease. Teasing each other as each piece of clothing that returns us to normal.

Together we move into the family room with wonderful smells of coffee and freshly baked breakfast pastries.

"Morning Mum and Dad."

"Morning you two." Mum grins. "This is going to take some time getting used to. Boy were you loud last night."

Dad added,"Dying to know, what went wrong last night?"

Sam and I both looked at each other, went red together and started giggling, then full on laughing.

"Should we tell them?" Sam asks.

I giggle more,"Maybe but you had better, I don't think I could get it out."

"Um," Sam starts. Shiona found out not to get toothpaste on... you know."

"Ohh you didn't," mum gasped and starts giggling.

"Oh my god Sam, that is the worst." I can see Dad wincing in pain as he said it.

Suddenly we are all in fits of laughter. Just as suddenly in that moment we are adults together, comfortable in this new reality. We are still family. Because families can share moments of pain and togetherness.