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"
Rather than standing up, Rob stretched out flat along the couch, his hands behind his head as that grin turned.... Challenging. "I'll tell you what Sis; if you want to get that tape measure and find out for yourself, then I'll not try to stop you."
We must've locked eyes and stared at each other for thirty seconds or more, before I harrumphed and went to find that tape measure; I dropped it on Rob's stomach as I sat down again. There followed another thirty second stare-fest, during which Rob's grin never wavered. "You're the one that's desperate to know Rachel... I'm not going to help you."
This was far from the first stand-off that we'd had; the annoying thing was that the smug bastard was right! I'd heard how well hung Rob was on several occasions over the years and despite (perhaps because of) his being my brother; I really was keen to know.
Another harrumph and I unbuckled Rob's belt, released the button on his jeans, then paused once again. "Well you'll have to help it; I won't even be able to get your pants off if you're not going to help."
That challenging grin was at full volume as Robb supported himself on his shoulders and heels and arched his back to raise his bum off the couch cushion. That's when our next staring competition began, it was the longest of them all, easily more than a minute; Rob's tensed muscles had begun to tremor.
Rob then growled "If you're not quick you're going to miss your chance Sis; I can't hold this bridge for much more than another ten seconds... Nine, eight, seven..." The count had reached four in the moment I pulled down Rob's zip and tugged his jeans and boxer shorts down to his knees.
Besides releasing Rob's cock, that jerk also dislodged the tape measure from his stomach; I didn't find that until the following day. To be fair, I didn't waste any time in looking for it; in that moment my eyes had been too busy watching Rob's cock bounce to follow a flying tape measure!
Contrary to his threat, Rob was still holding that rigid bridge when my hand darted out and grasped his waving cock. In that instant I didn't think about Rob being my brother, just that cock... It was gorgeous and every bit as big as rumour promised; I grabbed it near the root and my fingers could barely meet my thumb!
A second later and Rob finally relaxed, his bum sank back to the couch taking his cock with it. I was still holding onto Rob's cock so my hand slid along its length as it went down. The wordless growl which Rob voiced suggested that he was more than content with the sensation; I slid my hand down and back up again and garnered a similar response.
I think I stroked my right hand up and down Rob's cock three more times before wrapping my left hand around it too; even using both hands, Rob's crown and a good inch of the shaft were still visible! That crown was the size and colour of a ripe plum... Big, gorgeous...Irresistible, not that I can claim to have tried very hard to resist.
I rocked forward and drew my tongue around the full circumference of Rob's crown; I was half-way around it on a second lap, when I felt Rob's hand on the back of my head pressing down. Resistance was again absent; my tongue continued working its magic as Rob's cock slipped into my mouth, once there, my lips, cheeks and teeth joined the fray too.
I honestly don't know how long I spent sucking Rob's cock, but it had to have been a couple of minutes at least and my hands were working on his shaft and balls as I did so. It ended in the moment I belatedly remembered that the cock in my mouth was attached to my younger brother. Rob's hand had released my hair an instant earlier, so I suspect that he might've been hit with a similar realisation.
I jerked upright with a squeal, whereafter we engaged in yet another of those protracted stares. There were no teasing smiles or challenging grins this time; Rob looked horrified, his colour seeming to fluctuate between an embarrassed red and a deathly white, I suspect my expression was similar. "You must never breath a word about this."
