Nicky and I went on a 5-month college exchange program in England. He originally didn't want to do it, but I told him I wouldn't go without him. I wanted us to bond together, away from family customs and interference. As we got to the check-in point, Nicky wandered off and wound up in a different lodging group than me. I rarely saw him, as our groups usually did things in opposite order. The worst, however, is that by the end of the trip he had met "the girl of his dreams" and headed back to the States with her.
Two years later Nicky came home. But it was like he was really not here, for along with him came his fiancΓ©e, Andrea. They spent 95% of the time in his room or out of the house. She didn't like anything Mama cooked; her preference was packaged food. Plus, they were practically inseparable, so I couldn't really talk with Nicky as we had in the past. But, he is my brother and he's stuck by me the most. I love him dearly, even though he can be quite annoying.
One day, Nicky and Andrea appeared in my room to hang out a while. It was really nice of Nicky to seek me out and show he wanted to spend time with me. There we were sitting on the floor near the foot of my bed, which juts out into the room, just chatting, when all of a sudden Andrea keels over, arms clutched across her stomach, "Oh, god I'm burning. I need the doctor," in obvious pain.
Nicky jumps up, grabbing her feet barks, "Get her arms. Get her on the bed".
We pick her up. She's wiggling like crazy. It's all I can do to hang on to her as we set her across the end of my bed, Nicky on one side with her feet, I on the other.
"Hold her shoulders down," Nicky demands.
I'm totally confused. "What are you doing? Shouldn't we call for a doctor?"
I start to move away.
"No! Stay put. We can handle this."
Then with a bit of calmness he adds, "stick with me, Sis. Hold her still."
Sis? He never called me "Sis" before. Befuddled and put out at what he called me, I return to holding her shoulders.
"Hold her tight. I'm going to pull away from you, so hold her steady."
I wrap my fingers into her armpits.
"Hurry! Nicky," Andrea wails, "I'm on fire."
Nicky latches on to her shorts. He looks up at me.
"Ready?"
I nod. With a quick jerk her shorts and panties (was she wearing any?) are off, exposing her shaven pussy. Nicky drops to the ground, squatting at her feet as he fumbles with her clothing, untangling her limbs. All I see is the top of his head, but I can tell he's doing something down at her feet. Andrea starts bouncing on the bed, pushing her hips up off the bed and dropping back down. I look down at her. Her arms start flailing about. Nicky jolts his head back to face me. I can't believe what I see. He's wearing her panties on his head like a surgical mask with the crotch across his mouth and nose.
"Anesthesia, quick!"
I have no idea - what does he expect me to do? "What?" I let out with a small laugh.
But at that moment Andrea jerks her head into my loose fitting shorts, resting an open mouth against my pantied cunt. There is sudden calmness. I find her once flailing arms at rest, with her hands on my back, fingers gently tucked in to the waistband. Her breath, warm, slows as she relaxes, dropping her mouth away from me, into a peaceful slumber.
My attention returns to Nicky. His hands under her feet, he pushes her legs up lifting her knees from the bed. They fall easily away from each other, spreading her legs wide. Her feet lightly rest on his shoulders. He is gentle, slow, and meticulous as he rests the heels of his cupped hands on her thighs, either side of her cunt. His thumbs extend downward, then gently touch the skin between her legs and lips. He lightly strokes the skin. His eyes are intently focused, he seems to be looking for something as he cocks, then tilts, his head. Thumbs move inward, touching her outer labia lips. Gently caressing them to open. I strain for a better view. They open more under his encouragement. I see pink. He relaxes a bit giving a slight nod as in understanding what he sees.