I liked Kyle, and that must have been why I'd opened up to him. Even so, telling him my darkest secret when he was my Sister's boyfriend, wasn't just silly, it was foolhardy. Like Kyle, I was drunk, and that had loosened my tongue. But that was no excuse for what I'd said. Now, the morning after the night before, while nursing a hangover, I was wishing that I'd kept my big mouth shut.
After a cooked breakfast, that somehow I'd managed to keep down, and a pot of strong coffee, I was feeling a lot better. And my mood was more upbeat because I'd realized something. I'd been worried, because of what I'd told him, but he might also be worried because of what he'd told me. So it was a stalemate. It was going to be OK. The next time that we meet both of us would pretend that nothing had happened.
That was the theory, but it didn't turn out that way!
When, two days later, he came to my house, he greeted me with, "I can't stop thinking about what you said."
I winced. On that drunken night out we'd talked about lots of things, but I knew which of our conversations he was referring to. And it was a conversation that I wanted to forget.
After shrugging my shoulders, I said, "I was drunk."
That should have been the end of it, but it wasn't. He was like a dog with a bone.
"I wanted to tell Jessica about it," and then he quickly added, "But I didn't."
I had to smile. He didn't need to tell me that he hadn't talked to her about it. If he had, then she'd have come to see me, and I'd now be cowering in a corner. My Sister isn't a violent person. She doesn't hit anybody. However, she has a temper, but her weapons are her words rather than her fists. Trust me, you don't want a tongue-lashing from her!
I was about to speak, to tell him as politely as I could, to shut the fuck up, when he spoke again, and now I wanted to hear more.
He'd said, while smirking, "I've thought of a way that it can be done so that both of us can get what we want."
We had been out celebrating my birthday. I'd reached the ripe old age of twenty three. At first, it was sport, mostly football, but after a few drinks the topic of conversation was girls. Our favourite subject. He started it by telling me how hot my Sister was. I already knew that. It was obvious, you just needed to look at her. She had curves in all the right places, and she knew how to dress to show them off. But it was her face that was her best feature. It was angelic, with a look of innocence, making her appear younger than she actually was. She was twenty one years old, but you could easily believe that she was only eighteen.
To my surprise, after praising her impressive physical attributes, he didn't stop at that. I then got chapter and verse on their sex life. If I'd have been sober then I'd have shut him up. However, on that night, with several beers, and also a couple of shots, inside me, I just sat there without saying a word. Taking it all in.
I now knew a lot more about my Sister than I should. Details that only a lover should know. Her nipples weren't just big, they were responsive. Nibbling on them gets her going. And Kyle had waxed lyrically about her pussy for so long, that I could now pick it out in a lineup!
When he'd finished I should have kept my mouth shut, but because of what he'd told me about Jessica, I was excited, so I couldn't help myself. I just had to say it.
"I want to fuck her."
It had been said with conviction, and said loudly, so Kyle knew that I wasn't joking. You would have expected him to be shocked, but he just took it in his stride. And now it was his turn to surprise me.
"And I want to watch her being fucked by another man."
For the next few minutes, with lots of alcohol swilling about inside us, we'd discussed it as we would have done for any other topic. And the conclusion was that both of us were going to be disappointed. She was my Sister, so fucking her wasn't an option. I wanted to do it, but I knew that if I suggested it to her then she'd be horrified. Kyle was also not going to get what he wanted. Two months ago he'd hinted at it to her, and when she'd realized what he was really saying, that he wanted to watch her having sex with another man, she'd gone mental.
"I thought she was going to kill me."
However, Kyle was now telling me that all of it was possible!
"It's simple. I don't know why it took me so long to work it out."
He was now looking at me, waiting for me to also come up with the answer. To keep him happy I was going to try, but I was never going to guess it.
"We drug her, and then she'll do whatever we want."
He shook his head.
"We tie her up."
That got a deep sigh from him.
"You're not taking this seriously."
I was, but I didn't have his high IQ. To him, it might be simple, to me, it was impossible.
"Just tell me."
"The only way that she is going to let you have sex with her, is if she thinks that you are me."
Kyle was indeed a genius.
"I'll need to wear a wig and a false nose so that I look like you. Do you think Dave will be able to give me a fake tattoo to match the one on your arm?"
I was going to say more, but when I saw him staring at me, I knew that something was wrong.
"You should have let me finish."
I gave him my best cheeky grin, in the hope that he'd think that I'd been joking, rather than being stupid.
"Obviously, for that to happen, her eyes must be closed, and they must stay like that for all of the time that you are with her."
I was still in the dark, but then he said more, and now I understood.
When he left, after having lunch with me, I was buzzing. It wasn't going to stay as a fantasy, a wild dream, it was actually going to happen. And soon. But that night, while I was in bed watching television, I kept thinking about it. When he'd explained it, I was convinced that it would work. But now, I wasn't so sure.
To get it to work, Kyle had come up with an ingenious plan. Jessica was going to wear a blindfold. It would start with him covering her eyes, and then I would be able to take his place. While I made love to her he would watch. When we'd finished, I'd leave the room and then he'd take the blindfold off. Jessica would be none the wiser. She'd think that it was her boyfriend that had been fucking her. So, no harm, no foul!
With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, the more I thought about it the more I was convinced that it wouldn't work.
In the morning I called Kyle.
"When I speak she'll know that it's me, even if I try to disguise my voice."
"She will, so you mustn't say anything. I'll make it a rule of the game that we are playing that both of us have to be silent."
"You being in the room might put me off."
That made him laugh.
"Don't be silly. When you get your hands on her big tits and gorgeous pussy, trust me, you'll definitely be able to perform."
He'd allayed my worries, but half an hour later, I was calling him again.
"She'll expect me to act like you do in the bedroom."
"Not a problem. I'll give you a few pointers before you do it, and don't forget, I'll be in the room with you. I'll somehow be able to encourage you when you're doing the right thing, and let you know when what you are doing isn't a good idea."
I had to call him for a third time, and this time he wasn't happy.
He answered with an abrupt, "What now?"
"We are the same height and build, but what about our cocks?"
He was silent for a while, thinking about what I'd just said.
"That's a good point, and it's something that I hadn't considered."
I wasn't as clever as he was, but occasionally, like now, I was capable of saying something that impressed him.
After Kyle had said, "We're going to have to compare them. I'll come over straight away," the line went dead. I gulped, in fifteen minutes, twenty max, he'd be with me. We'd then be in my bedroom, trousers and underwear around our ankles, looking at each other's manhood!
As the minutes ticked by, my anxiety increased. By the time he arrived I was convinced that he had a giant cock. At least ten inches long. When he saw mine he was going to laugh. It would be so embarrassing.
However, when I saw his cock I had to smile. It wasn't the monster that I'd imagined it to be. It was a normal size, and to my great delight, mine looked to be bigger than his, though not by much.
Job done, so I was pulling up my underwear.
"We haven't finished."
I looked at him quizzically. What now, compare testicles?
"They need to be erect."
I shook my head, that wasn't going to happen.
"It's the only way to properly compare them."
He was right, and thinking about it, if we did do the switch, then he was going to get to see me with an erection. So really, him seeing it today was no big deal.