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We’re back with chapter three.
This one was fun to write, but I’m beginning to wish I’d planned out the story a bit more before writing it. Anyway, it keeps me on my toes!
Thanks for some great feedback on the earlier chapters, hopefully some of your ideas are reflected here.
Editing services once again provided by the incomparable no1Uno — you should see the dumpster fire first drafts I send him — the man’s a genius!
Everybody’s over 18 remember.
Enjoy
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Miranda grabbed her phone from the night table, being careful not to wake Simon. She looked down at his sleeping form, calm and peaceful like a child. Two days ago she was sure that she loved him, that their relationship was everything she’d ever wanted. But now her world had changed, forever. The force of nature that was Dani and Lauren had swept in like a mini tornado and upended everything.
She realised that her feelings for Simon were but an acorn compared to her friends’ ancient oak. Still good and pure and real, but… a little pathetic? Was she settling? Whose fault was that? She’d given everything of herself to Simon, the way she knew she was supposed to; but now, for the first time she realised that perhaps he wasn’t doing the same.
She slipped out of the bedroom and curled up on the battered sofa in the kitchen. It was warm in here and it was furthest from the bedrooms, she didn’t want to wake anyone up.
She called up her brother Shawn’s contact page on her phone and hit FaceTime. He was visiting his friend Graham somewhere in Kansas.
“Miranda Mae Johansson, how the hell are ya luv?” It was clear he was outside, by a pool maybe? He stood up from a lounger and switched cameras. “This is me mate Gray and he says this fox here is his mum but I’m pretty sure she’s his sista!”
His camera panned over a waving, dark haired boy and paused on a voluptuous woman, floating on an inflatable chair in the pool. She raised a fancy looking drink to the camera. “Hi Miranda.” “Hey Miri, onya!” they spoke at once. The camera switched back to Shawn.
Miri spoke quietly, “say hello for me and then go somewhere private, I need to talk to you right now!” Shawn’s face clouded but he did as she asked, heading into the house. “What’s wrong sis, you ok?”
“I’m fine but I’m freaking the fuck out! Something’s happened and I’m not sure if it’s the best thing or the absolute worst thing I’ve ever heard of.”
“What is it? Are you safe?” Shawn was clearly worried now.
“No, it’s not me, I’m fine. Lauren’s ‘mystery’ boyfriend has turned up out of the blue. It’s like they’ve been together for twenty years. It’s weird,” Miri said, thinking out loud.
“Aw crap! I was thinking I’d try and hit that when I’m over next week.”
“Hit away, she might as well be married now. He’s ten feet tall and wouldn’t notice you if you were stuck to the bottom of his shoe!”
“Jesus, this all seems a bit sudden, you never mentioned that last week,” Shawn was puzzled. Her friendship with Lauren was the best thing to come out of Miri’s time in England and they spoke about her often.
“That’s just it. I always assumed she had just downloaded some rando’s picture off the internet to throw people off the scent. Like a fake boyfriend. Big and scary to keep the wolves from the door. And I was fine with that, she’s still a bit innocent about the world, so I played along with it. Until yesterday when the fucker turns up here, exactly as billed and it turns out he’s the funniest, most charming cunt I’ve ever met!”
“Ah, good old, green-eyed jealousy. That will always freak a girl out,” Shawn laughed.
“Shut up you tit! It’s not that; well maybe a little but listen, this is my story. So, we all went out last night and he’s spinning some stupid story about doing a business deal worth literally billions of dollars. Then he spent ten grand on Cristal champagne in this pokey little London pub. Gave most of it away!”
“Fuck off, no one does that in real life! Anyway I’ve heard Cristal tastes like piss!”
“Angel piss maybe, it was amazing. But that’s not the story. Like, I thought he was bullshitting, playing some game with poor Lauren, but now I actually think it might all be true. I think they’re properly in love, utterly in love in fact, like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
I listened at their door last night as they had sex, or made love, whatever and it was crazy. One minute it was pure porn, the next Mills & Boone. She cried out that she loved him over and over.”
“So? That’s all you’ve ever wanted for her. You’ve told me that loads of times. Why aren’t you happy for her? If it’s not jealousy, what is it?” Shawn was completely confused.
“Because he’s her… BROTHER!” Miri hissed in that shouty whisper girls always do.
“Is he adopted? Or is it her?”
Miri froze, how in the name of Jesus H. Christ had Tokatköy Escort she not thought of that? Of course that was the answer! It was awkward and a bit weird but it wasn’t incest. Now that she thought about it, it actually seemed rather brave and courageous – beautiful in fact.
“Shit I never even thought of that! I went straight to INCEST in the biblical sense, that’s why I was freaking out so much. Oh Shawn thank you; I thought my heart was going to burst there for a minute. Adopted… she’s never said anything but it’s a very personal thing so why would she? I was sure it was the other thing, dirty and depraved but now it’s lovely. Imagine growing up in the same house as the love of your life, how romantic.” Miri’s mood had changed completely.
“Yeah, just imagine…” said Shawn quietly.
“So how’s your trip? Gray’s mum seems nice.” Miri was right back to normal.
“Yeah she’s great. Really cool, she’s let us have margaritas tonight so we’re all pretty merry.” He paused, not really sure if he should carry on but this was his twin sister, if he couldn’t tell her, who could he tell?
“It’s weird you calling about what you did, because if I didn’t know better I’d say something similar is going on here!”
“What? Gray and his mum?”
“Yeah, I’ve never met her before but she’s putting out this ultra-sexy, cougar vibe. We’re spending all day by the pool, she’s always in these tiny little bikinis. Every time she gets Gray to put lotion on her she dives into the water and then asks him again coz it’s washed off. His hands have touched pretty much every square inch of her by now.
Today she was showing him how to cut up the limes for the drinks and her body was plastered up against his back, like something out of a Rihanna video.”
“What does Gray think?” Miri was confused – his mother?!
“I haven’t asked him but it’s obvious he’s trying as hard as he can to ignore it, so I’m doing the same. I’ve never heard of actual incest before in real life and now we’re both thinking about it at exactly the same time – weird.”
“That’s the twin thing for ya!” said Miranda. “Don’t worry about it, single mum, only son away at Uni all year, now heading off to a career, it’s normal she’s a bit clingy. It’s maybe her last chance to be close to him. It’s nice actually that she’s making such an effort for him.”
“Yeah you’re probably right sis. All this incest chat, I hope I don’t dream about mum tonight!” Shawn laughed; their mum was wonderful but definitely not a sexy cougar. Their dad used to joke she was the inspiration for Rosie in the famous AC/DC song!
“Don’t start that nonsense, there’s enough bogans in Dalby without you creating rumours about the Johanssons’ house of incestuous lust!” Miri was laughing now; Shawn always knew exactly what to say to cheer her up.
“Right I’m going to get another margarita. Did you get the text with my flight details?” Shawn asked.
“Yes, I’ll see you on Tuesday. I managed to get some Arnott’s Timtams online – it’ll be just like home.” Miri was genuinely excited about his visit.
“I can’t wait to see you sis, dream of me would you my love?” he hung up before she could shriek her disgust back at him.
Miri sat back and let out a big sigh, everything was going to be just fine. She stood up and headed back to bed. Standing in the doorway of her bedroom looking at Simon she asked herself if he was what she truly wanted, what she needed?
Then she thought about Lauren, sleeping along the corridor, the sleep of the truly satisfied and loved. Could Simon ever provide that for her? She knew the answer was a sad little, no.
She needed a man like Daniel. JESUS, was Shawn right? Was she jealous of her best friend?
Thoughts of Daniel dominated her mind as she crawled into bed and tried to get to sleep. Was he the perfect man? Was it normal to be jealous of her friend’s happiness?
With that thought his face twisted somehow in her mind and she was looking at her phone, at the FaceTime image of her brother, of Shawn! Oh shit!
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My feet are cold. Wait, shit, they’re fucking freezing! Hey, so’s my arse… and my back! What the fuck? But my front is so warm, mmm it’s like a sauna. Wait, what’s wrong with my dick, who the fuck poured warm honey over my cock? That’s gonna make a real mess! Shit!
I surged awake, heart pounding, genuinely fearful until the dream began to fade and reality began to re-assert itself. The puzzle pieces of my life clicked into place and I realised it wasn’t a dream at all and everything I was feeling was absolutely real. And absolutely wonderful.
I was in bed with Lauren, my beautiful sister. I say bed when of course what I mean is the shoe box she sleeps in. She had all the covers off and my extremities were exposed to the chill morning air. Fucking students, no central heating!
But on the upside her head was just moving away from my crotch and she was jerking Escort Tokatköy me off fairly vigorously, so I was able to overlook the morning’s minor shortcomings.
“Morning Ms. Djerkoff,” I said, lifting her damp hair off her face and moving in for a kiss “that’s normally my job.”
“Aargh,” she growled, flinching away, “I can handle your spermy kisses but morning breath is a big no-no. Lie back I’ve got work to do here.” There was a cute smile on her lips, we were good. So I let her have at it.
She was a skilled manipulator; she had switched things up now and was pulling hard with both hands. Yes her hands are quite small, ha-ha very funny, but they’re on my cock so I win!
I was really well lubricated so I assumed she had been licking me earlier, because I was a sticky mess down there last night. As if by telepathy, she confirmed it.
“I cannot believe you didn’t wake up when I sucked your cock,” Lauren muttered “you were all stanky too.”
“That was mostly you, Squirty McSquirterson. Anyway, clean up on aisle 1 is your job!” I was struggling to think straight as her assault continued.
“Any chance I could share this moment with you? I feel like the world’s weirdest CPR dummy,” I asked, desperate for some intimate contact with her body. She had moved to a kneeling position at my waist. Both her hands were moving deliciously at the base of my penis as she leant in to suck the tip into her mouth. Ok yes, her hands really are tiny – there I said it – but once again, she’s jerking and sucking me off at the same time. You can’t hurt me!
“You can suck my toes if you want,” she said conversationally, changing her position again, pushing a foot towards my face.
Fair enough, never done that before, but it had been a night of firsts so why not? I sucked her big toe into my mouth, biting the sides gently and she stiffened immediately, like with a really strong reaction, almost dislodging it from my mouth. Interesting…
I grabbed her ankle and began to experiment with tiny bites, nips and licks around her other toes and along the front of her foot. You know she’s ticklish, right? Well the soles of her feet are by far the most sensitive place she has. I’m not sure how she forgot that and put herself in such a vulnerable position but I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.
Bringing up my other hand I mercilessly started to tickle the sole, while still nibbling and tonguing her toes. She squealed, no words just noises. Delightful noises, the sorts you make whilst being teased but secretly liking it, pretending to object while really urging me on. She twisted and wriggled about, just never quite hard enough to escape. She kept right on at her own task; her mouth was just slipping down past my prick to kiss my balls. I could see my pre-cum shining on my knob and suddenly realised I was good to go!
“Cumming Lauren, gonna come now,” I managed and then she got her reward. She used me to paint her face. A squirt went in her mouth, then in her hair, up her nose – all over. I enjoyed the show in a slightly voyeuristic way.
“Clean up in aisle six,” she said “that’s definitely not my job!”
“You dirty bitch, this was your plan all along wasn’t it?!” I was laughing though; she’d really got me! Last night I had demanded she swallow my spunk. How could I refuse to return the favour? Doesn’t mean anything, other than the fact that I live to please my woman. Did I mention she’s a famous actress? Totally worth it!
Slurp, slurp, slurp. It didn’t taste of anything really, a bit salty but not unpleasant. But then I was done and my mouth was on hers. The worries of the world disappeared in my rear-view mirror as I revelled in the simple joy of making out with the woman I loved.
I hadn’t brushed my teeth — oops, morning breath! She really must love me!
After a little while we settled into a comfortable spoon, talking quietly. I asked her if there was one thing she could change about last night, what would it be. She thought for a while and said,
“Well, the spanking was a bit of a shock. It didn’t hurt but I squealed and reacted way more than I should have – it was just the surprise I suppose. But I love that idea — always expect the unexpected!”
“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!” we both laughed at the old Python reference.
“The only thing I really regret is passing out at the end. It made you worried and I missed out on that ‘glow’, that perfect little bubble of time when we could just lie and be together as one. Other than that it was like some genius writer scripted the whole night – it was perfect.”
“Good, I’ve had better reviews of course (I poked her ribs gently to show I was joking), but that will do for a first date. Gives me something to work on — mental note ‘don’t give Lauren anymore earth-shattering orgasms’.”
“Don’t you dare, I demand galaxy shattering O’s at all times!” Lauren giggled.
[ I don’t know if any of Tokatköy Escort Bayan you guys out there have brothers or sisters but there is something truly unique and wonderful about falling in love with them. The relationship hits the ground running, there’s no awkwardness, no mis-communication just bliss really. Whoever the Puritan fuckwits were that decided this should be illegal must have been seriously damaged.]
“How are your knees these days?” I asked out of the blue, as I do.
“My knees? My knees are fine, what on earth do you mean?”
“Oh, good, it’s just that you’re about to be pounded into this mattress in the doggy position and your knees will be taking the brunt of the assault. Ready? Don’t care!”
Without waiting I leapt up, pulling Lauren firmly on to all fours. I’d been idly caressing her honey pot as we’d spooned and as soon as I felt we had reached critical mass on the lubrication front I had sprung into action.
She let out a shriek, then cut it off quickly, burying her face in the pillows. She was always embarrassed when I caused her to make an outburst like that – why do you think I try and do it so often?
Moving into position behind her I took a moment to appreciate just how lucky I was. Just a male moment, me and my XY chromosomes and my testosterone. Together we drank in the angelic form below us. I loved her and all that but there are more base emotions at play here too. Her back was long and straight, the strong shoulders tapering delightfully into her narrow waist, which in turn flared into generous (and yes ok, child-bearing) hips topped (bottomed?) by her firm but jiggly bum.
Her chestnut-brown hair shimmered in the dawn light which was beginning to sneak around the edge of the curtains. She should have looked an absolute mess but just brush her teeth, put some knickers on her and she was ready for the cover of Vogue.
“You lucky, lucky bastard!” I thought – Monty Python really did have a line for every occasion. But sometimes I like to go with the classics.
“HULK SMASH!” I said in a big dumb voice, sliding my cock all the way into her in one smooth, fluid motion. Lauren emitted a long, low groan culminating in a delighted squeak when I hit bottom.
I reached around and pulled her up on to her knees. She was the tallest woman I’d ever been with and usually this position caused me some consternation but not this time.
Hand in glove, cock in cunt, we were a perfect match. I caressed her bottom as I began to stroke into her; one hand moving to her shoulders to guide and direct our rhythm.
“You look so sexy like this baby,” I said “vulnerable but strong.”
“You’re so far inside, you’re boldly going where no man has gone before!” She knew this would pique me – Trek vs. Wars, our only lifelong battleground. But that was a mere blip on the sea of love and affection I felt for this woman.
I pulled back lightly on her shoulder and she rose up smoothly to rest her back against my chest. My hands immediately moved to her breasts. It’s a guy thing, it’s like a reflex or something, it happens before we’re even aware of it.
I explored them lovingly. Last night they’d been laid flat, now they were in their normal environment. Shapely, with delightful natural heft, they filled my palms perfectly. They’re always heavier than I expect and Lauren’s were no exception. Her nipples were hardening as the pace of our movements increased.
Another guy thing, totally beyond my control – I began rolling her taut nubs between my thumbs and index fingers. Lauren moaned loudly.
“Oh you like that do you Miss Banks? That’s a very slutty reaction you know.” She’d started squirming her backside on my invading prick.
“But I am a slut. I’m a slut for my big brother! That makes me the sluttiest kind of slut there is! I can’t get enough of him; I need him to fuck me harder.”
With regret I released her plump nipples and pushed her forward, moving the pillows so her cheek touched the mattress. “Ok slut, you know the position, head down, arse up. You might want to bite down on something because the train is just pulling into Poundtown!”
With that I unleashed everything I had on her. I held her firmly by the shoulders using shorter strokes in order to raise the intensity of our fucking. I watched the ripples roll through her flesh as my thighs met her ass. It was mesmerising, like staring at the rough sea on a winter’s day.
My balls were swinging wildly below us. Lauren was moaning louder and louder, urging me to fuck her harder. I could feel her labial meat compress as I crushed it between our bodies on each downstroke. There were wet, sucking splashing sounds to accompany the feeling.
Her pussy was like greased lightning, flying along my rod. As I slowly lengthened my strokes I could feel a light tugging as her delicate muscles clutched at my turgid prick. The sensations quickened and I knew she was coming.
Lauren’s head started moving like that of a twerking stripper, hair flying in all directions. I could see her hands gripping the mattress, the ultimate white-knuckle ride.
Her asshole winked at me as her cheeks splayed open and shut. That was still a long-term goal, but here and now was all about raw sexual energy, so I left it alone.