Well Diary, who would have thought that I would get to have this much fun with my brother? It wasn't quite as simple as perhaps I'd thought it would be after I let Grant know that I was knowingly fucking him.
That's right Diary, a girlfriend. I mean seriously? What the hell was he thinking? He had his sister at home doing what ever the fuck he wanted. I sucked his cock, I fucked him, and I took his gorgeous cock in my bum. What did he need a girlfriend for?
I nearly cried. It was ok for him, but I was the one suddenly left without anyone to have fun with. I had told him that I'd stop though. Back when we started knowingly having incestuous sex together, I'd told him that at any point that either of us wanted to stop, that's what would happen. I didn't want to stop, but I wanted to lose his trust even less, so I stopped. Well, I kind of stopped.
What I stopped was fucking him. What I didn't stop was teasing him. He wanted me to, but I wanted the outlet. I simply couldn't let go from a happy over-sexed state of living to nothing. It killed me. So I walked around the house in my underwear. Well, mostly I did that. Often I wore less. Grant still got hard when I put myself on display and if I couldn't initiate sex, at least I could enjoy making him hard.
There was the sleep walking of course. I had no control over that. The problem was though that Grant had decided that he needed to be monogamous with this girl friend of his. That meant that rather than take advantage of me when I appeared in his room, he would simply move to my room and let me sleep. Of course if he did any different to that, had no idea.
I needed to meet her. I had to know who the girl was that had taken my brother from me.
'Grant, why don't you bring this mystery girlfriend over?'' I asked him over dinner.
'Well its not that I choose not to, it's just never happened that the timing is right for her to come here.'
'Are you worried what I might do?'
He looked at me, his eyes travelling up and down my body. We were sitting at the table eating, but all I was wearing was a pair of green cotton panties with happy little smiley faces on them.
'Well, I have started to wonder if you actually still own any clothes.'
I sighed.
'Would you like me to start wearing clothes again Grant?'
'To be honest, yes. It's kind of weird. It's not that I don't like seeing you naked. You're fucking perfect, but it's kind of reached a point where you seem to be doing it just to try and get me to fuck you again and not for any other reason.'
I studied his face. I think my little brother was growing up. It sucked. With a sigh, I stood up and left the table. I went to my bedroom, grabbed a pair of leggings and a t-shirt and pulled them on. I gave my nipples a good hard tweak before I returned though. I wasn't giving up entirely.
'Better?' I asked, returning. I smiled when his gaze struggled to meet my eyes. I knew I still looked hot.
'Maybe not,' he laughed. 'Maybe you're just too fucking sexy regardless of what you wear. Have you got a sack?'
I laughed at him, appreciating the compliment.
'If I promise to be good, will you bring your girlfriend over for dinner?'
'Yeah, I guess I should. She knows that I only live with my sister and she has asked whether if she came to visit whether she could stay the night. She's a local and still lives at home, so the idea of having the freedom to do what she wants is pretty appealing.'
'Excellent,' I said to him. 'I'm really looking forward to meeting her.'
I had to wait a week before it happened. He finally called me at work to ask if I could cook something nice for dinner. I teased him about showing off his own culinary skills, but he seemed to think that he'd be too nervous and that he might fuck it up.
'I'm sure she'd forgive you.'
'Yeah, but I can't stop thinking about whether you're going to like her or whether she will like you that I don't think there's much chance of me cooking something good.'
'You're kidding! What is there to be nervous about with her meeting me? I'm just your sister.'
'You're not just my sister. You're the hottest girl I know and the best fuck I've ever had. I know you'll be comparing her to you, I can't help but do it myself. I mean, I'm not completely stupid, I know that you didn't really want me to stop fucking you.'
'Wow Grant, are you sure you're a real 18 year old? You're sounding a bit deep and meaningful for my liking.' He laughed and I agreed to cook for them both. He made me promise not to dress too provocatively too. Nothing like being issued with a challenge!
I went through my wardrobe and wondered what the hell I could wear that Grant wouldn't get upset with. I settle for a t-shirt and jeans. Mind you, I picked the jeans that hugged my slim curves the best and I wore a push up bra beneath the skin-tight t-shirt. I pulled my hair up into a simply ponytail. I completed my look with knee-high leather boots. If I was over-sexed, that would have to be Grant's problem.
I set about preparing dinner, music blasting through the house and a lovely bottle of Shiraz keeping me company as I cooked.
'Nikki!' I finally heard Grant call out over the music as he entered the apartment. I put down the wine and the tea towel that I'd had in my hands and went to greet Grant and his girlfriend, surprised by the sudden nerves that alighted in my stomach.
Grant introduced me to Amy and after a perfunctory welcoming kiss on the cheek; I motioned for them to come inside, offering to share my mostly depleted bottle of wine. We both took advantage of the initial introduction to study each other, sizing one another up.
Amy was pretty; there was no denying it.
Her gorgeous thick hair was a deep almost rosy auburn. Chestnut maybe, I thought to myself even as my eyes wandered to take in the rest of her. She had a lovely face. Even her initial nervous smile lit it up and her brown eyes appeared full of life. She had lovely full lips and a delicate nose that turned up just ever so slightly at the end.
I felt a pang of jealousy when I eyed her chest. She was wearing a long-sleeved tee that was as fitted as my short-sleeved one. She may have been wearing a size-enhancing bra like I was, but even if she was she'd likely be a C cup. If she wasn't she'd be a D. It made me suddenly very conscious of my tiny little A cups.
She was wearing a short tartan skirt over a lovely pair of thick charcoal coloured leggings that disappeared into a pair of knee-high black leather boots. I couldn't find fault with that choice! She wasn't as skinny as me, but her curves were perfect. She wasn't over-weight, just beautifully proportioned. If she hadn't arrived as Grant's girlfriend I would have been tempted to have some fun myself.
Both Grant and Amy accepted my offer for wine and we took seats in the living area and chatted while dinner finished off in the oven.
I wanted to hate Amy. She'd stolen my brother and lover from me. She monopolised his time and took him away. She was the enemy.