My Birthday Present

Preamble

Origionally this was supposed to be a one off and then chapter two happened and then... and then other things took over my life and I all but forgot about it.

And it would have stayed that way but I received some fanmail, nothing much, just three words – Plzz finish it.

And I thought 'why not?'

So here, after a gap of – oh, my gosh! – is it really that long! – well, here's chapter 3.

As with the first two chapters it's 'he said/she said' but this time a bit more interactive. It follows straight on from chapter two – if you haven't read that already, you don't have to but it might help.

Enjoy!

Sandy's Story

By the time we'd got the bags into the house and so on it was quite late and as mum, dad and Ben all had work in the morning, we all set off for bed. As I was a lady of leisure and could lie in in the morning I indulged myself by lying on my bed for a while and watching some telly but, even so, it wasn't long before I too was putting on my nightie and snuggling under the covers.

As I lay in bed I was very conflicted over what I had done. The biggie was the whole incest thing. Brother and sister just weren't supposed to get it on like that; it was supposed to be icky, disgusting, plain wrong. Wasn't it supposed to be the last great moral taboo? But it hadn't felt like that at all. OK, giving Ben a blow job had felt naughty but naughty in a fun way, like eating ice cream when on a diet. The biggest thrill of all had come from doing it with mum and dad right there in the same car.

Another thrill came from the sense of power I had over Ben. I don't mean that in a bad way, I would never do anything he didn't like, but I certainly got off on the fact I was the one in control. The moment when he came and had to hide it from mum and dad, that's not one I'm going to forget in a hurry.

The thing was, although I wasn't overburdened with regrets that didn't automatically mean I wanted to take things any further. A one off blow job is one thing; anything more would take it to another level. I was beginning to wish that, in the heat of the moment, I hadn't all but promised Ben a shag. Now that I had cooled off a bit I wasn't quite so sure but, on the other hand, well, a promise is a promise, isn't it?

And, in among this tangled bundle of thoughts was the fact that, now that I knew what it felt like to have Ben's prick in my mouth, I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have it in my cunt. Oops, did I use a naughty word? I told you I have a naughty streak.

And with all those thoughts tumbling around my head I finally fell asleep.

The next day I had plans to meet up with Trace and 'Shell and hang out at the mall. We weren't actually going to buy anything, none of us had enough spare cash for that. Rather it was just a place to hang out away from the parents, do a bit of window shopping and have a bit of a laugh. Around eleven we fancied a coffee so we headed off for Moonbucks, the coffee shop where Ben works. Sure enough, there he was, looking all dorky behind the counter. As he made the coffees 'Shell and Trace were teasing him the way they always do but he was all but ignoring them and concentrating on me. I gave him a secret smile, stood back so Trace and 'Shell couldn't see what I was doing and put the tip of my thumb in my mouth and sucked. Ben blushed crimson and I got a real thrill from making him do so. And that's when the idea came to me. That's when my naughty streak came to the fore and what I'd just thought of was so delicious I simply couldn't resist putting it into practice.

Ben's Story

It was mid-morning when Sandy and her friends turned up at Moonbucks. You know what it's like when you have an older sister; all her friends are gorgeous and completely out of your league. Having said that, Sandy, in her short skirt and tight tee was, to my eyes, the hottest of the lot. They were pretty chatty but Monday is always slow and this was no exception so they basically had the place to themselves and it made serving them more fun.

They each ordered a cappuccino and, while I was working the machine, Trace and 'Shell were giving me the come on in the way they always did. I knew it meant nothing and mostly ignored it. What I couldn't ignore was the look in Sandy's eye. She wasn't exactly flirting but I could tell she was thinking about what we had done in the car. She gave me a little smile and I couldn't help but smile back. And then, to cap it all, she made it completely obvious by sucking the end of her thumb. I just concentrated on making the coffees.

As the three girls drank their coffees I thought over what had just happened. Of course, Sandy had sort of promised me a fuck that evening but I hadn't really believed her when she said it and, this morning, now that we'd both slept on it, I had no hopes of it ever happening. A quick blow job in the back of the car; that was as far as it was ever going to go. Or so I had thought. Now we had the thing with her thumb. Was that a come-on or a wind up?

I was busy behind the counter so I didn't see her when she went to the toilets but, a few moments later, she popped her head out and said "excuse me, I think there's something you need to see in the Ladies."

My supervisor, possibly the laziest person on the planet, just waved her hand to indicate that I was the one that should go and deal with it. After all, toilet emergencies are very much part of the job description for new guy on the team. I followed Sandy on back into the ladies but didn't see anything amiss when I got there. She just stood there looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

"What's up?"

"I just thought you ought to know what colour panties I'm wearing."

"What!"

"I just thought you ought to know what colour panties I'm wearing," she repeated as if I were dumb or something. "Well, aren't you interested?"

"Err... err.... Should I be?"

"Oh, I think so. Let's have a look, shall we?" She reached down and lifted up the hem of her skirt, all the way up until.... "Oops, silly me, it looks like I forgot to put them back on!"

Still holding up her skirt she wiggled it side to side like one of those can-can dancers.

"There, do you like what you see?"

I just stood there, staring and open mouthed until, all too soon, she let go of her dress, blew me a kiss and flounced off towards the door. When she got there she turned back and looked at me still standing gobsmacked in the middle of the floor.

"Here's a little present for you," she said as she tossed me a little bundle of pink lace. I hardly needed to look to know exactly what it was.

Once Sandy had gone I came to my senses. I shoved her panties deep into my pocket and went to fetch the mop from the service cupboard. Then I returned to the ladies and made a show of pushing the mop around, just so I could tell my supervisor that Sandy had reported a spillage.

By the time I had finished Sandy and her friends had gone. I put my hand in my pocket and felt the soft lacy panties lying there. This was a whole new side to Sandy, one I had never seen before.

Sandy's Story

You should have seen the look on Ben's face. That alone was worth losing my panties for. I had to be a little careful for the rest of the day because my ra-ra skirt was only mid-thigh and while it's one thing sharing my pantyless state with my brother it's not exactly the sort of thing you want to share with the world at large.

That's not to say that going without panties didn't appeal to my naughty streak.

I didn't see Ben again until we all sat down for our evening meal. Mum likes us to eat together, calling it our 'family time', and I'll admit it's one of the things I miss when I'm away at college. When I arrived at the table mum was busy at the stove and I'd hardly sat down before the phone rang and dad went into his study to answer it. That left Ben and me on our own.

"Are you staying in tonight?" I asked casually.

"I haven't made any definite plans. I thought a quiet night in front of the box might suit. What about you?"

"I've got some... err... unfinished business to attend to so I think I'll be staying in as well."

Ben gave me a huge grin. He knew exactly what 'unfinished business' I was alluding to. It seemed that every time I saw him I couldn't help but flirt with him and now I had all but told him that, one way or another, I would be making good on my promise of a fuck as soon as mum and dad were out of the door.

And I still wasn't sure whether I wanted to or not.

Does that sound awful? I guess it does, especially after I'd flashed him in the Moonbucks toilets. However, there's a huge gap between flirting and doing the deed. Maybe he'd settle for another blow-job.

"Drat!" dad exclaimed as he returned to the table. "Hun, that was Roger calling about choir practice. He's only gone and cancelled. They're all laid low by that flu bug that's doing the rounds. Apparently both Jenny and James are bed-bound."

"So no organist and no choirmaster. Did he say when the next practice would be?"

"Well, the flu is a two day thing so we're hoping for Friday."

Ben and I just looked at each other. So much for having the house to ourselves.

To fully understand the next bit you need to know that our house is largely open plan with no walls between the lounge area, the dining area and the kitchen. The lounge sofa faces away from the kitchen area and there's a certain amount of clutter like the dining table and breakfast bar in the way but, when mum and dad went to watch telly after the meal was over, all they had to do was turn their heads to be able to see Ben and I busy clearing the table.

I was putting away the fruit bowl when the start of the thought first came to me. I looked across and, as I expected, the door to the utility room had been left open. I put two and two together and another wicked plan just fell into place....

Ben's Story

Bloody choir practice! Why did they have to cancel? Ever since I had got home from work Sandy had been giving me these looks and then, over the dinner table, she asked me outright whether I was going out. Of course I wasn't going out, not with the way she'd been flirting all day. It really looked like we were going to get it on. And then dad drops the bombshell. To say that I was pissed off was an understatement.

After dinner mum and dad sloped off into the lounge to watch Masterchef or whatever bollocks they're into nowadays. Sandy and I were left to do the clearing up. I was half way through loading the dishwasher when I heard Sandy's voice coming quietly from the utility room.

"Psst! Ben! Fancy a banana?"

I turned to look and was so shocked that the pile of saucepans I was holding crashed to the floor.

Dad turned from the telly and called out "What's going on in there?"

"Nothing dad. Just dropped the saucepans. No damage."

"For Pete's sake, Ben, be more careful. You can be so clumsy sometimes. Remember what happened to the casserole dish."

"Yes, dad," I replied.

I was amazed that I had managed to keep a steady voice. Dropping the pans was the least of my concerns. Tucked inside the utility room, just out of sight of mum and dad, was Sandy. She was sat up on the work surface but, more than that, she had placed a couple of stools from the breakfast bar in such a position that, with a foot on the top of each one, her legs were propped up, and open wide. This had the effect of pushing her skirt up around her waist and, yes, it was all too easy to see that she still wasn't wearing any panties. With her left hand she had reached down to hold open her pussy lips. As soon as she saw that I was looking she took the half peeled banana she was holding in her right hand and rubbed the tip up and down her slit. She gave me a massive wink and a smile and then.... Oh! My! God! Sandy!

OK, for mum or dad to see her they would have to get up from the sofa and come all the way around into the kitchen area but I still couldn't believe it, there she was, practically in the same room, fucking herself with a banana!

I watched in awe as slid an inch or so of the banana in and out, in and out. Meanwhile the fingers of her left hand were playing with her clit. Judging by the look on her face she was really getting off on it. I was beginning to wonder just how long I could stay crouched down beside the dishwasher when she stopped, held the banana up to her lips and bit the end off. I had never, ever, seen anything so sexy; my prick had leapt to attention and was tangled up in my boxers. I had to reach down inside my shorts to sort it all out.

She took another bite, jumped down off the surface, smoothed down her skirt and, still eating the banana, breezed straight past me and off towards the lounge.

"All finished, dear?" mum asked as she went past.

"I'm done. I think I'm going to chill in my room."

"What about Ben?"

"He's still clearing up the mess from where he dropped all those pans. That's his problem, not my mine."

I was glad I was crouched down next to the dishwasher. At least that way mum and dad couldn't see the massive bulge threatening to burst out of my shorts.

Sandy's Story

OK, call me a tease, call me an exhibitionist, call me anything you like but that was just one of the biggest thrills of my life. Nothing, not even Ben's blow job, had ever felt so deliciously wicked as that. It was so hot that I hadn't needed any foreplay; just the anticipation had got my cunt so juicy the banana had just slipped straight in easy as anything.

However, it had left me with a couple of problems. Firstly a banana is a bit soft to use as a dildo and it had left my pussy lips all sticky. The other was that I had one heck of an itch that urgently needed scratching. In a perfect world I'd have told Ben to clean out my pussy lips with his tongue. That would have solved both problems. However, with the parents around I'm not sure we could have pulled that one off. There was no way we were going to do it in the utility room and, now that dinner was over, it would have been completely out of character for me to disappear into his room or for him to disappear into mine. Questions would be asked and we wouldn't have a simple answer.

After a few minutes in the bathroom cleaning myself off I retired to my bedroom and threw myself on my bed. As a distraction from the itch between my thighs I phoned 'Shell for a good old natter and after that I phoned Trace but, although they're my besties, I couldn't really talk about what was on my mind. Almost in desperation I ended up reaching for my bedside drawer but that didn't help matters either. Firstly a cold hard plastic vibrator is a poor substitute of the meaty flesh I really desired and, secondly, the itch that required scratching was a deeper need than a mere orgasm.

That didn't mean I put it away again, rather that I just had it on the lowest setting, stroking it up and down my pussy lips while I dreamt about what I really wanted.

Around half past ten I heard sounds from the bathroom which meant that mum and dad were going to bed. I gave them half an hour to fall asleep before getting out my phone and sending a text to Ben.

Are U awake

Yes

Where are U?

In bed

And that was my cue.

I slipped out of bed and, as quiet as a mouse, opened my door. There was no light coming from under the door of mum and dad's room. Crossing the landing, I eased open Ben's bedroom door. There was a rustle from the bed as he flung the bedclothes over himself and he looked up at me with guilt written all over his face. Before he could say anything I put my finger to my lips to urge him to silence.

I closed the door and went over to sit on the edge of his bed. Teasingly I started to pull back the bedclothes. Ben seemed somewhat reluctant to let me do this and, when I'd done so, I could see why. He was having a wank and, wrapped around his prick were the panties I had given him earlier. Although he was obviously embarrassed about this I found it rather sweet and it meant that he was good and hard and as ready for me as I was for him.

I moved his hand away and untangled my panties from his prick. For lack of anywhere else to put them I popped them into his wide open mouth.

Now that he was ready for me I got up on his bed and knelt over him.

Ben's Story

After I'd finished in the kitchen I went to my room, fired up my console and tried to take out my frustration with some on-line gaming. Problem was, it just made my frustration worse. My game was well off and I was playing like a n00b. In the end I simply couldn't be arsed so I logged off and went to bed.

As I was getting my stuff ready for the morning I came across Sandy's panties still stuffed into the pocket of my work trousers. God, she was something else. First in the bogs at work and then that thing with the banana; who knew that she was so hot!

I looked at the panties. They were just a flimsy scrap of pink lace and, truth be told, there were probably a couple of very similar pairs in in the wash-basket in the bathroom. That didn't stop this pair from being special. I was getting hard just holding them and all because of the memories they held. Still, I had to get to bed so I tucked them under my pillow and started getting undressed.

Twenty minutes later I was lying in bed thinking over the events of the day. Almost unbidden my hand reached under my pillow and drew out the panties. I sniffed them carefully. You could tell Sandy had been turned on when she had been wearing them. And when she took them off.... Automatically my hand reached for my prick and, still holding her panties, I started stroking it up and down. Not fast, not urgently. For all that I badly needed to come I wanted to spend some time savouring the memories first. A bit of holding back makes the end result so much better.

I was still stroking away when my phone pinged to say I had a text. It was right next to the bed so it was no problem to reach over and see who it was. Turned out it was Sandy asking where I was. I replied, which was a bit hard using only my left hand, and went back to what I was doing.

Moments later the door opened and Sandy slipped into my room. She put her finger to her lips in the time honoured 'shh' symbol, closed the door, and tiptoed across the floor. As soon as I had heard the door handle moving I had desperately pulled the duvet cover back over me. I wasn't keen on anyone, even Sandy, finding me wanking into a pair of her panties.

Not that my erection was subsiding in the slightest. She was wearing that loose Snoopy tee shirt she uses as a nightgown and, in the subdued lighting from my bedside reading light, she looked as sexy as ever.

She sat down on the edge of my bed and reached for the edge of the duvet. In hindsight, maybe, I should have hidden the panties but I was mesmerised, full on rabbit in the headlights, and I could only lie there, overcome with nerves as she pulled the duvet down to my waist.

At this point, although my prick was still covered, it was clear from the way my arm lay that I was holding it. Sandy shifted position so she was no longer sitting on the duvet and I was all but paralysed with embarrassment as she pulled it all the way down exposing my rock hard prick wrapped in her lacy pink panties.

She looked at my prick, she looked at me and just smiled; that wicked sexy smile I'd been getting so used to over the past twenty-four hours. Then she took my wrist in her fingers and moved my arm so that it lay at my side. She unwrapped the panties from my prick, rolled them into a ball and popped them into my open mouth, tapping my lips to make sure I got the message to keep quiet.

She climbed onto the bed and knelt up, straddling my groin. Then she peeled off her tee shirt so that she too was naked. I was in awe, I was in total awe. She looked magnificent, towering over me.