My Present My Future

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive emails may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

This story is a continuation of My Present, My Past. Reading that first will give valuable context.

I had to do the laundry again; I had absolutely soaked the bedding. So much so that I had to get the Febreze on the mattress and then dry it with my Dyson hair dryer. My goodness, but I had resolved that Davey belonged in the past, not in my future. He had been a pleasant reminder of fun in times past, but, well, he was married and had cheated on his wife Kayleigh with me.

Not to mention that he had left me all those years ago when he went to Uni. No, it had been an action that showed me, more in retrospect to be honest, that he was not a trustworthy man. At the time he had gone I was devastated, I couldn't talk to my parents about it, sex was still something that you didn't really chat with your parents about.

My brother Mark had been the only person I could confide in, and I had poured my heart out to him, and we had become very close. When Mum and Dad had died of Covid, their will left the house split between us. We decided to sell it and split the money and buy our own places.

I managed to get a house in Shipley that was part of the shared ownership scheme, I put down fifty percent and the other half was retained by a housing association, and I paid a subsidised rent on the bit I didn't own. Mark decided to rent somewhere, he wasn't sure where he wanted to settle, I had suggested he stay in my spare room before throwing money away on rent.

And so it had been, we both moved into my new house on the same day, and the few neighbours that we spoke to must have assumed that we were married, we both had the same surnames and were around the same age, I was a year younger than Mark, and to be honest, we didn't really look alike, I was blonde haired and Mark was dark, so the fact that we were siblings wasn't really that obvious.

Life had been fun I suppose, no Mum and Dad to tell us what to do, or what not to do, but also sad as their guidance and council was no longer available. After a while we became more comfortable in each other's presence, leaving the bathroom door open, walking around mostly naked upstairs, or just in underwear downstairs.

One day our lives changed. We were sat in our underwear and had drunk a lot of wine and I was feeling maudlin, and Mark had put his arms around me to try and comfort me. His dick had prodded me on the side, it had been hard and for the first time I saw my brother as a man, and not simply my brother. A sexual being not just a sibling.

I am not sure who made the first move, but for sure we kissed, and our hands were all over each other. Somehow my bra came off and Mark was sucking my boobs, and his dick fell out of his underpants, and I was holding it, wanking it. It became a real session, me sucking him, him sucking me, and then from nowhere I had my first orgasm since Davey had left for Uni.

After Davey left I hadn't even masturbated myself to completion, no, I had just not had sexual feelings or thoughts, I had been dead, and here I was orgasming at the hands of my brother. It wasn't long before were shagging, and then he simply moved into my bedroom, leaving his room as the 'guest' room. And so, we lived as if we were husband and wife, and no one was any the wiser.

I was sitting in the lounge drinking a mint tea when a message came through, disturbing my thoughts on what I would do for lunch.

"I am Kayleigh I know you saw Davey I want to meet you." The text said. Oh shit. I didn't want to get involved in a domestic, but I supposed I ought to meet her.

"Wetherspoons Bingley 1130 okay?" I sent back. It was neutral, as far as I knew, I didn't know where they lived, we hadn't got that far, Davey and I, we had a brief lunch and then spent a couple of hours shagging before I sent him away.

"Okay, how will I know you?" came back.

"I will be in a red dress and be on my own."

Well, this was a to do. I hoped that she wouldn't start a scene, and rationalised that in a public space she would be less inclined. Also, if she just wanted to talk, in my experience of a Wetherspoons, they were quite noisy and you really couldn't make out what the people on the next table were talking about.

Upstairs I put on simple bra and knickers and then the red YSL dress on over the top, I wasn't feeling the lingerie look, not when I was meeting the cucked wife. I drove into Bingley, just about ten minutes from me, parked in the supermarket car park and walked across the road to Wetherspoons.

I found an empty booth easily visible from the door and sat down. I was unsure what to do, and so I simply ordered a diet coke, if she wanted to eat, we could order together, the online App was very simple to use.

It took about three minutes for my coke to arrive and then shortly after a woman came up to me and asked, "are you Pam?"

"Yes," I said, "I guess that you are Kayleigh. Sit down."

She sat down. She was blonde, like me, and probably just a dress size larger, if that. I thought that she was quite pretty in a Barbie sort of way.

"How can I help?" I asked looking her in the eye, I had no intention of being on the defensive, what happened, happened, and as far as I was concerned, it wasn't going to happen again.

"Did you fuck?" She said.

"Yes." No point in lying.

"Oh. Okay, thank you for being honest. I could tell that he had, there were marks on his back, telltale marks, and there were also marks, smears, in his underpants when I put them in the laundry this morning.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Are you going to see him again?"

This was easy, I looked her directly in the eyes, "No, it was a one off, I had no intention for it to happen, I just got caught up in memories."

"You were his girlfriend before Uni?" She asked, "I thought that you must be, he does mention you from time to time."

"Yes I was, and then he dumped me. I was surprised when he texted me to be honest."

"When he went to work this morning, today he is working in Liverpool, I looked at his Instagram on the laptop and read your messages."

I shrugged, I had wondered how she knew how to contact me and now I knew.

"This is a bit public. Will you come back to mine and have a coffee," she asked.

I wasn't entirely sure that was a good idea, "I'm not sure," I said, "this is kind of safe for me."

"I am not going to do anything to you, I just want to talk privately, I think I might need your help."

I took a drink of my coke and decided that I would. "Okay, but I don't know where you live."

"Okay, I guess you went to a hotel or your house, not our house. We are only a few minutes away, here is the postcode and house number." She was prepared, she passed me a piece of paper with their address on and then got up. "See you shortly," she said and walked off. I finished my coke, gathered my handbag and went to my car.

She had not exaggerated, it only took me two minutes to drive to the house, there was a car on the drive, which I assumed was hers. I reverse parked next to it, in case I needed a quick exit, locked and knocked on the door. Kayleigh answered almost straight away.

"Coffee or tea?" She asked as she stood to one side to let me in and then shut the door behind us.

"Either," I said, "I am not fussed to be honest."

"I prefer coffee, so, if you have no preference, I'll make coffee. Come on through."

I followed her to the kitchen, all white cupboards and doors, glossy white, the fashion of a few years ago, and presuming it was a few years old; it was in good shape. She put two coffee cups under a coffee machine, pressed a few buttons, and then there was the familiar sound of beans being ground.

She got some milk from the fridge and frothed it using a wand from the side of the machine, "milk" she asked, I nodded, and she added milk to the cups, handing one to me.

"Let's sit in the lounge," she said, "I can hear the neighbours when I use the conservatory, I have no doubts that they would hear us."

I followed her to their lounge. Grey leather three piece suite, I sat on the armchair and put my coffee on the small table besides me, Kayleigh sat opposite me.

"Well," she said, "it's a shame to meet under these circumstances."

"Yes," I answered slightly distracted by catching sight of her knickers as she parted her knees when she took her cup from her side table. "As I said, it wasn't planned."

"I guess not," she said, "only I know something has been up with him for a while."

"Oh?" I said and then wishing I hadn't.

"Sex with him felt mechanical."

Well I couldn't say the same about yesterday.

"Was it the same for you yesterday?"

"Look, I am sorry, no it wasn't, to be brutally honest he shagged my brains out. I am sorry, but it wasn't planned, but that is what happened, it was as if we were teenagers again."

"Can I be indelicate?" She asked.

"Of course," after all, I had just shagged her husband.

"Did he finger you?"

"Yes."

"He no longer does that to me. Can I ask, how did he finger you?"

"Oh crumbs, I am not sure what you mean how, he was sucking and licking my nubbin and his fingers went inside me.

"See, he doesn't do that to me. When you say inside you, do you mean just your vagina?"

"No. Not just my fanny, no."

"Oh. Did you, you know, cum?"

"Like a fucking train. I am not sure this is helping you, what do you want to get out of this?"

Her knees widened further, her white knickers were stretched across her crotch, a small dark damp patch where her fanny would be, was she getting off on this I wondered.

"I don't know what I want. All he does, and usually only after I instigate things, is stick his cock in me until he cums, no foreplay like he used to. No fingers, no tongue, I can hardly remember what it is like."

"Oh, I am sorry about that, I don't know how I could help."

"How many fingers? In your, er, fanny, I mean."

I held up three fingers and then widened them and closed them and then made a beckoning motion.

"Oh fuck," she said quietly, "how did that feel?"

How am I supposed to describe that? "Er, well, it was tight, obviously, stretching me, widening me, and it was when I gasped my orgasm that his finger slipped in behind me, when I guess I relaxed after I had, you know.

"Oh God," she said quietly, her dark patch on her knickers growing.

"Were you wearing knickers like todays?" She asked pointing between my legs, I hadn't realised my knees were apart.

"No, I was wearing my Boux Avenue lingerie, not just plain knickers like I am today."

"Can you describe your underwear to me?"

"Oh, okay, it was all matching. I had on an underwired bra that enhanced my cleavage, and it was under this dress."

"Oh my," she sighed.

"I was wearing a waspie, you know it accentuates my waist, and then some red seamed stockings, clipped to the straps of my waspie, and then some high sided knickers. My shoes were six-inch heels."

"Jesus." I looked at her crotch, I was not even hiding it. Her knickers looked soaked in the crotch.

"I wish I knew what three fingers felt like," she said quietly, looking directly at my crotch, then slowly moving her eyes up to mine. "I really do."

I stood up. I had to decide, I either walked out, or I walked across.

"Would you like me to show you?" I had decided on across.

She nodded and stood up and took my hand and led me from the room. I followed her upstairs into what was presumably their bedroom. She put her hands behind her back and undid her dress, pulling it up and over her head, standing before me in white bra and knickers, very wet knickers.

I put my hands behind my back and undid the zip, lowering my dress and stepping out of it. I undid my bra, shrugging it off over my arms, and then my knickers, stepping out of them. I put my clothes on the top of a dresser of drawers.

"My God," she whispered, "you shave. So do I."

"Lay on the bed," I said approaching her. She back pedalled and as her legs bumped into the bedside, she sat down and then removed her bra and knickers revealing a neat vertical crease with her inner lips just peeking through her plumb outer labia.

"You are beautiful" I said, sensing that she needed some reassurance. She blushed and mouthed a thank you. I pushed at her shoulders until she was lying down. I knelt between her ankles and leant forward taking a deep breath, about to do something I had never done before.

I ran my tongue between her labia, marvelling at the sensation, never have been a giver, only a receiver, I loved how her labia curling around my tongue felt. I tried to remember what had been done to me, not being an expert on girl action, and I rubbed my nose on her clitoris as I rubbed circles around her entrance with my fingers.

She was wet, oh my goodness she was wet, and my fingers passed her entrance easily, and then through her opening into her fanny, my remaining finger laying backwards to her arse, my nose pressing at her clitoris. My three fingers were inside her, and I slowly opened them, stretching them as far apart as her fanny allowed, she gasped loudly from somewhere further up the bed.

I had never done this before but could see the attraction to men. Her taste was sweet and very feminine, her fanny pulsated on my fingers as I moved them within her, my stray finger pressing at her crinkle. After one loud gulp from Kayleigh my stray pushed in, gripped by her ring, I was doubling her with my fingers, it felt so different to when it was done to me.

"Oh fuck," she gasped and her fanny clamped hard on my fingers, her sphincter tightened and her back arched. As her muscles slowly relaxed I eased my fingers from her and rolled over to lay on her side.

"Thank you," she said, tears beginning in her eyes. "I don't expect I shall feel that again."

"You could work on him, you know to be like he used to be to be like he can be."

"I don't know how."

"Wear nice lingerie, let him see you in it. Show him your knickers the way that you showed me. Suck his dick, finger his arse, make him want your body again."

"But, what if he wants to go back to you?"

"I am spoken for, he is yours, not mine to play with. Yesterday was a mistake, it won't happen again I can assure you."

"I don't know."

"Well, look, I am not being funny, but with a body as sexy as yours, you'll have no trouble finding a man to fuck you stupid. Seriously."

After I left, I drove home with my mind in a turmoil, I had just fingered and licked a woman, something I had never done before. It was fine, no issues, but I do prefer a dick inside me, and she had been the wife of the man who had shagged me to several orgasms yesterday. I didn't know what to think.

At home after I had finished remaking my bed, Mark phoned, well, facetimed.

"Hello baby," he said, a grin on his face.

"Hello lover," I replied.

"Are you wearing knickers?" He asked.

I lifted my dress and showed him my knickers. "Oh for shame," he said.

"Well there is no one here to take advantage of a knickerless maiden," I answered, running my finger along my crease for his viewing delight.

"Well, my sweet, my work here is done, I can be home in three hours, would you like show me what will be awaiting me."

I laughed. I put the phone on the floor and stood over it, giving him his favourite upskirt. I then pulled my gusset to one side, my fanny crease fully in view.

"Use your finger," he said from between my ankles.

Well that was easier said than done. I pushed my knickers down, and raising first one leg and then the other, I stripped my knickers. I undid my dress and let it fall in a puddle either side of my feet, the phone camera unobscured.

I licked a finger, although I knew I was so wet there was no need, but Mark didn't know that, and I ran a little circle around my clitoris before sliding my finger down my crease and pressing it into my fanny, pulling it back out and then licking it. I tasted better than Kayleigh in my opinion.

I picked my phone back up and blew him a kiss. "You can have more when you come home."

"I want you to make yourself cum whilst I watch," he said.

"Only if you shag me after," I replied, blowing him a kiss and ending the call. I guessed that I would be doing laundry again tomorrow.

I had three hours, more or less, before Mark would return, he would then shower, my insistence, I don't want his sweaty body on or in mine. So, I had to shower and make myself presentable for him in the mean time. I decided against underwear I would simply wear a skirt and a blouse, quick and easy to remove. First I had to remove any lingering Kayleigh from me.

My phone dinged, it was a friend request from a new number, Kayleigh I guessed, as she had used the account Davey had when she contacted me earlier. I decided not to reply straight away, I wasn't sure how involved I wanted to be, and I was really not sure about girl on girl sex, Mark gave me all the satisfaction I needed, I didn't need the distraction of a scorned woman. But, an occasional diversion wasn't out of the question, I would simply defer my decision.

If Mark and I ate, it would be later and a takeaway, I expected us to be involved when he got home, far too involved for thinking about food. If I gave him my body and what he wanted, he could go to International and get us a curry. A curry was always better after sex in my view, and the taste the next day, down there, was always spicy.

Showered and dried, dressed in few clothes, bed covers turned back, I was ready for my man's return. I went down and folded the dried laundry, absolutely no point in ironing it, who ever irons laundry? I sat and thought about Kayleigh's request. I sent a text simply asking who it was. The reply came back 'fingers x 3'.

That pretty much confirmed my suspicion. I supposed I could always block her later. I accepted the friend request. Almost straight away I got a text.

"Thank u 4 2day. You cannot understand how much that meant 2 me. Ur fingers in me were unbelievable. Want 2 return 1 day, do2 u."

So, she wanted another session where she did to me what I had done to her.

"what about Davey" I sent back.

"he can learn to fuck me proper or can leave"

I think she is rebounding and I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved.

"Not sure. Have man here"

"K"

And that was that. I presumed that she would mull it over and perhaps realise what a bad idea it was, or perhaps she would decide that she did want to have a relationship with me after all and that her husband was just an incidental. For me, Mark wasn't an incidental, I didn't want to ruin what we had.

The front door opened, I had been deep in my thoughts and hadn't heard Mark return. He walked in, saw me in the lounge, grabbed my hand and tried to drag me upstairs.

"Not so fast mister, you need a shower," I said pretend holding my nose.

"Okay, you wash my back," he said still trying to drag me upstairs and simultaneously he was trying to remove his shirt.

"Upstairs mister and if you don't let go, you won't get any of me today."

He stuck his tongue out and let go before rushing upstairs, his shirt somehow coming off before he got to the upstairs landing. I heard the shower start and I smiled, following Mark slowly I entered our bedroom. Leave my clothes on, or take them off, I was unsure. His only 'kink' was he loved to look up my skirt or dress and see that I had no knickers on.