Good afternoon, my name's Rachel and when these events occurred I was twenty three years old and living in Solihull, a suburb on the east side of Birmingham; the English one, not the city in Alabama. Having gone to the city to study at Aston University, I stayed on after earning my degree, and have since worked there as a commercial research chemist.
My housemate in Solihull was Jaswinda, a local girl whom I'd met during my final year at university. Our boyfriends at the time had been best buddies and though both of the guys were ancient history, our own friendship had endured. Jas worked at the nearby National Exhibition Centre, which gave her good access to concert tickets.
Whatever the event, whomever was playing, Jaswinda could always lay her hands on a few tickets, quite often discounted and occasionally even free. Those in conjunction with a couple of sofa-beds in our lounge and ample sleeping bag space elsewhere on the floor, ensured our place was always a popular destination for family and friends.
Which was exactly what was planned for that fateful weekend in March: My younger brother Rob and his fiancé Gill we coming to stay-over and attend a Backstreet Boys concert on the Saturday evening. I say 'planned', as my mother had telephoned on the previous Sunday to report that Rob and Gill would no longer be coming down as they had broken-up.
I enquired as to how big a bust-up and whether their June wedding was off too? Mum's reply utterly floored me: "Not entirely; Gill's family haven't cancelled the venue as Gill will still be getting married that day... Just not to our Rob". Wow! That was definitely a permanent split. I asked about speaking to Rob, but mum suggested that I "Leave it for a few days yet."
That conversation occurred on the Thursday evening, when Rob called me. It sounded as if he was having a hard time at home, with everyone asking him about the break-up and cancelled wedding. He enquired if he could still come down to stay with me in Birmingham for a few days, just to get a break from it all. Of course I agreed and arranged to collect him from the railway station.
I met Rob at New Street Station on Saturday morning and took him back to the house. Rob had only met Jaswinda once, so she suggested that she would make herself scarce and spend the weekend with an occasional boyfriend, allowing us some space for 'family time'. That seemed to have been a good decision, as Rob looked... broken, when I found him at the station.
Things improved once we'd shared a few beers and a meal, after which he'd had a few hours sleep. Rob looked and sounded much better by the early evening when he got up and we decided to go that BSB's concert. Neither of us were big fans -- buying the tickets had been Gill's idea -- but they were paid for and we'd nothing else planned.
With a couple of drinks before the concert and a few more in a pub afterwards, Rob seemed to brighten considerably; so I'd no reservations when he suggested that we go on to a nightclub. It wasn't one of my regular haunts, but there were a few people that I knew, several of whom cast an appreciative eye over the 'new' guy I had in tow; we neither of us revealed that Rob was my younger brother.
It was one in the morning when we got back to the house, but Rob finally seemed keen to talk about Gill and their break-up. We opened one (and later the second) of the bottles of wine which Rob had brought with him as we settled down to chat. It was soon just like it'd been when we were kids, snuggled up together on the couch, joking and teasing each other, in between sharing our woes.
I was the one who... set the ball rolling - we, or I at least, must've been drunker than I'd imagined by then - When I gently grasped Rob by the balls while laughingly suggesting that "Your bust-up with Gill surely can't be down to any problems in the bedroom though."
Rob yelped and jerked away as he squawked a response: "No it bloody wasn't! Why would you suggest it was... OK, wasn't... How do you know one way or the other?"
My laughter was now unrestrained, fuelled by Rob's confusion as much as anything else. I made another grab at his crotch as I ventured "Because I know that my little brother's not so little any more."
Another squawk, but Rob didn't pull away this time. "How do you know that Rachel? You've not seen my cock since I was about ten years old."
"I'm not saying that I have; if you care to remember, it was to stop you perving on me that Dad put a lock on the bathroom door, not the other way around. But I don't need to see it; we girls talk just as much as you guys do... I've heard how well hung you are from more than one source."
Rob grinned and shrugged his shoulders "Well, I've never had any complaints." My hand was still resting on Rob's cock and I could feel his cock moving -- growing? - beneath the fabric of his jeans.
"So how long is it exactly?"
"I've never measured it."
"Bullshit! Of course you've measured it; you'll know to the millimetre... All you men do."
"I'm not saying I don't know... It's been measured a couple of times; just not by me." the wide grin or Rob's face could best be described as 'shit-eating'!
"OK, so what length did the young ladies... I assume they were women, measure it as?"
"Of course it was girls who measured it!... But I'm not telling you... That's between me and them; I'm a gentleman... We never talk."
"Bollocks! Just tell me... I'm your big sister and I want to know."
Rob's grin changed; it became teasing: "So do you have a tape measure to hand?"
I pointed to the left; not using the hand which still rested on Rob's cock. "In the top middle drawer of that cabinet"
