Hello again, this is Sue. If you have read Parts 1 to 3 you will know of the secret masturbation sessions I had with my step-brother Richard, and ending our sexual relationship with a surprise blowjob. But years later, jilted and, just a little horny, Richard had returned, and I was two years into celibacy. Something had to give...
Chapter 4: Brotherly love
It was nearly seven when I arrived back home from the parent/teachers meeting, my longing for some sexual action had increased steadily by the hour. In the car I calculated that it had been 2 years 2 months and 9 days since I had experienced a man, indeed my late husband, inside me. I knew in my heart this state of affairs could not continue much longer. I was hoping that, from my brother's attitude earlier today, we might at least refresh that long ago memory of masturbating together. Also, I hadn't cum in weeks.
Richard had fallen asleep on the sofa watching Sunday afternoon football. I didn't blame him, but I was not a supporter of the sport. He roused when he saw me, yawned and smiled, my big eyes lingering for a moment on his crotch. He wasn't hard but, as you will know by now, he was big enough when soft to create an interesting bulge. I resisted the temptation to reach down and touch it. Instead, I kissed his forehead.
"Hi darling! Coffee, tea or me?"
He laughed, "Same old Sis! I think coffee first please, maybe with a drop of something in it?"
"Tell you what, you make it while I go change."
The 'first' bit had not gone unnoticed and as he set the coffee maker going I darted upstairs with twinkle in my heart, or was it my pussy?
While it was brewing (the coffee too!) I slipped upstairs for a quick shower and, being a warm evening, plumped for a beige midi-skirt and my favourite pink Top Shop tee shirt. I looked in the mirror with satisfaction at what I saw. The tight cotton displayed my little tits perfectly, my nipples prominent through the lacy half-cup bra, the loose skirt showed off my tanned thighs. Finally I hitched on a black thong, some fuck-me heels and touched up my eyes and lips. I was dressed to kill, and my brother was the target! His eyebrows hit the ceiling when he saw the transformation; he had already made the coffee and added some brandy.
"Wow Sis! Who's the lucky guy?"
I grinned, "You darling, if you play your cards right!"
As ever, he blushed at any suggestion of sex between us, and hastily changed the subject.
"Sue, I passed a rather cute little pub this morning, fancy a drink?"
I took a sip of the hot beverage and put it down in disgust, why is it that men cannot make a decent cup of coffee? The Goose and Feather suddenly seemed a very good idea.
I had intended to seduce my brother on the sofa in front of a romantic film, but the thought of a few drinks in my tatty local refuge seemed a reasonable alternative. Anyway, I was anxious to hear more of his virginal seduction by cousin Frances.
Where Richard was tall, over six feet two, the daughter of my mother's elder sister was quite the opposite, barely five feet in heels and her body not an ounce out of proportion, except that her breasts were enviously larger than mine. Fuck, everyone's were larger than mine! Fran had thick curly auburn hair and the men simply fell at her feet, and on most occasions she fell with them, and the women too, even after she was married. But for some amazingly unaccountable reason she was never tagged as the village slut, possibly because she always fucked in someone else's village!
She first fancied Richard when he was nineteen and at the time he chickened out, but as he did seem keen on her I tried on several occasions to discreetly to fix them up. About that time I was called away to college and assumed nothing had happened between them. How wrong I was! Sat in a secluded corner of the Goose I wanted to know more. Richard however decided to finish our conversation about his ex-fiancée Clare, it was almost as though he wanted closure from her.
He plonked down two tankards of Hoegarten.
"A fine couple we make Sis, first you and Jim, and now me and Clare."
"Yes, but I did have the advantage of having a good time while I had Jim in my life, despite our ups and downs. Just the last two years have been a bit drab. But that was my choice. A bit different from you with Fran and Helen, and not forgetting your black hooker of course."
"I keep telling you Loren was not on the game."
"Yeah whatever. Seriously though, didn't you and Clare make love very much then?"
He smiled at the recollection. "To start with she was insatiable, I could hardly get her out of my bed. And we both know what she was attracted to."
I grinned at the memory of his lovely stiff cock in my mouth, and rolled my eyes, "I can't possibly imagine what you are talking about!"
"Yes you can, miss. Anyway, this last two months or so she said we should wait until our wedding so we could enjoy the sex even more on our honeymoon."
"She actually refused sex for that reason? That's bollocks! Did you honestly believe that shit?"
"Well, it has dawned on me now that she was probably sleeping with her ex all the time, so I guess it does seem rather far-fetched."
"I could never do that Rich, that's so cruel. What a fucking rotten bitch. I hope the cow rots in hell."
He took a gulp of his lager and sighed deeply, "You are talking about the woman I loved, Sue. Or did. And anyway, I distinctly remember you sleeping with someone else's fiancée."
"That was different, Chris had every intention of marrying her, and I stopped seeing him as soon as they tied the knot. He had already got her pregnant and I guess he felt he was being pressurised into marriage without time to think. For him it was just a final fling before settling down, for me it was an eye opener, I thought I knew all there was to know about sex until I met him. The same sort of thing with you and Fran I would imagine?" Slowly steering him on to the subject.
My brother wouldn't be side-tracked, and nodded, "I guess if it hadn't been you, then it would have been some other girl, someone who might have got her claws in to him for other reasons, and wrecked his relationship."
"Exactly, my excuse entirely, and I stick to it!"
Rich suddenly put his hand to his mouth. "Oh God!"
"What?"
"The holiday, I haven't cancelled it. Whatever is Norman going to think?"
"I'm sure your uncle won't mind." His father's brother lived in the Caribbean and had set up the honeymoon holiday for them, the deposit being their wedding present. "You can sort it out tomorrow."
We were on our fourth round of drinks when Rich looked at me with a strange smile.
"What?" I questioned his silence.
"You don't seem all that surprised at me and Clare breaking up, Sue."
"To be honest, I'm not. I thought all along it was a poor match, Rich, but it wasn't for me to say anything. After all look at my record."
He smiled. "I wished you had. Helen did."
"Helen?"
"Yeah, I bumped into her just after the engagement."
"Bumped as in horizontally on a mattress?"
He grinned sheepishly, "Well, we did end up there eventually, and it was only once, a sort of farewell shag if you like."
I grabbed his arm and whispered conspiratorially, "I much prefer the hello type of shag myself!"
Richard ignored me and carried on, "She warned me I was doing the wrong thing marrying Clare, but I assumed that it was Helen wanted me for herself, although she is still married. But getting divorced soon," he added quickly, as if making excuses for her infidelity.
"In which case you should wait, she is a much better match for you darling and, from what you have told me, far better in bed."
"I know you are both right, but that's enough about my sad woes Sue, What about your life nowadays? Any nice men to help keep that little cottage bed warm?"
I shook my head sadly, "I told you there's been no-one since Jim, although I've had many offers. Sex has seemed meaningless since then."
He laughed, "I never thought I would hear you say that. Don't you even...you know?"
I grinned sheepishly. "Don't be silly, I'm not that shut off."
He clapped his hands, "That's more like the sister I know!"
The alcohol was making me bold. "Rich, do you remember the fun we used to have together?"
He grinned, no sign of the old embarrassed brother any longer, "You mean the day you caught me wanking?"
"Yes, and all the times after that. I still play with myself when I remember the last time."
"Me too, I always go hard when I remember you sucking my dick."
I smiled, "It made my day doing that for you. Tell me, why didn't you cum in my mouth instead of over my tits? I really wanted you to do that, all my boyfriends always did."
"You know why, you're my sister, and for the same reason we didn't fuck, although it was obvious you wanted to." You don't know the half of it, I thought.
"And I know you needed to Rich. For fuck's sake you were nearly twenty. That's why I tried to set you up with Fran."
He grinned, "Well, you did, in a way."
He held up an empty glass, it was my turn to buy a round and I was beginning to feel a little light-headed, but happier than I had been in ages, I was sure this was going in the right direction. As I passed the opposite dark corner on the way to the bar I spotted a couple of my students snogging and groping each other, oblivious to everybody. With a little envy I reckoned they would be fucking before the night was out. This little scenario, plus the drinks I had already consumed, was giving me the need to do so too, and it appeared that my brother was the only candidate available. God, if only he knew how much I wanted his big cock inside me right now, I was steadily getting hornier by the minute.
I sat down with the drinks and boldly rested my hand high on his thigh, just below the outline of his cock, leaving it there waiting for the effect. Baby steps! I felt a twitch from higher up.
"So, tell me what happened with Fran."
He looked at me with a resigned air, "There's little to tell really. She was at Dad's retirement party and we happened to be alone in the kitchen, that's all."
I squeezed his thigh, my hand imperceptibly higher, "That's not all! Go on, tell me."
He grinned, looking down at my creeping fingers, "This is a bit like old times isn't it? Tales to tell."
