A Hero's Welcome

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Origanally Written By:beachbum



Chapter-1


I had been watching the clock all day. Charlie was due back on leave from Afghanistan, his flight should have touched down at RAF Brise Norton at 2pm. Brise Norton was only 22 miles away, and it was already 4:30; where was he?

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Charlie and I grew up in the service life. Dad was a Lt. Col. In an armoured infantry regiment. Our mother had passed away when I was 5 and Charlie was almost 3, so he barely remembered her. Virtually my whole life had been spent in boarding school, likewise Charlie, as dad was posted around the world, from one trouble-spot to another.

I only ever re-connected with Charlie during the summer and Christmas holidays, when we would spend the break with family friends, re-aquainting ourselves, and waiting for news of dad.

When the Iraq thing blew up, dad was posted to command an armoured infantry battalion, and was killed in action, stepping on a land-mine. That's the thing about the British Army; they don't sugar-coat bad news, they just told me baldly, probably assuming that I would somehow be proud that my dad, the highest-ranking British casualty of the whole stupid mess, had been shredded in the service of his country. I was 16 then, Charlie almost 14, and already determined to attend Sandhurst, to graduate as an officer in Her Majesty's Armed Forces, just like dad.

I tried to talk him out of it, I even went to see him at Wellington, the military boarding school, to try and make him see sense; I hated the army, it had destroyed our family, and now it was sucking-in my baby brother as well.

"Charlie, you'll be 21, an officer and a prime target if you gent sent out there, please don't do this!" I begged, "Please don't leave me alone, you're all I have left!"

But he had made-up his mind, and once he'd decided, on with it he went; just like dad. I knew, if this thing dragged on, he was going to end up dead; just like dad.

Charlie was accepted at Sandhurst at age 18, and spent the next 3 years training to be an officer and a gentleman, as well as a tactically-savvy, mission-driven killing machine, and I hated the thought of it.

He was a sweet boy, with dad's height and more, with shoulders to match, jet-black wavy hair and green eyes, shy and diffident, gentle, courteous and considerate; but even as his sister, I was forced to concede that he was almost ridiculously good looking. I took after mum, medium height, with long reddish-blonde hair and blue eyes. According to family friends, I also inherited her figure, small waist and 36B boobs, with a nice bum, even if I say so myself!

I was so angry with Charlie, angry and hurt that he'd refused to listen, that instead of going to university, he was going into jeopardy, because he wanted to. We had several long and bitter arguments, always ending with me in tears, and him looking shamefaced but stubborn.

"Charlie, this is idiocy, that place is a killing zone, don't you watch the news, don't you see the planes on TV every day, bringing the coffins back? The funeral cortege's going through the town? I Is that how you want to come home? That's how dad did, and his father, and his bloody father before him! Is that what you want? All the men in this family are dead soldiers, doesn't that ring any alarm bells? If you go there, it's only a matter of time before it's you, you bloody stupid arse! Can't you see that? Are you doing this for revenge, for dad? If he were here and heard this, he would give you such a slap for being so bloody stupid! This family needs you, I need you, will you for once in your life do something for me!?"

The only time I saw him cry, and I felt disgusted with myself, was when I told him, "If you do this, you'll get killed, not maybe, not possibly, it's a certainty, do you hear me? You'll be dead, so don't talk to me, you're a dead man, you just don't know it yet!" I stormed away from him, angry at myself for my comments, at him for being so pig-headed, and at the world, for trying to take him away. I looked back, and two big tears were on his cheeks, and to my shame, all I could think was, "Good, let him hurt, let him feel how I feel!"

All I wanted was my brother back, my little brother, all that was left of our family, and yet, instead of him being his usual, level-headed, rational self, here he was, off on a moronic bravado crusade, trying to prove something – or so I felt.

Charlie was my protector; even though he was younger than me, he felt like my older brother. One time, In Didcot, I was waiting outside a shop and I heard a voice say "Hey blondie, nice tits!" I coloured and looked away, but the boy who said it came to stand in front of me, staring at my chest, and reached out to touch them. Suddenly he was yanked backwards, as Charlie came up behind him and said, levelly, in his ear, "If you try and touch my sister again, I will ram my hand up your arse and rip out your tongue from the inside, got it? Good, now fuck off!"

As Charlie towered over him, he "fucked-off"!

Charlie hugged me as I sobbed in embarrassment and delayed fright, then put his arm around me to take me back to the bus. I stammered out my thanks, my face buried in his chest, but he brushed it off

"Only doing my job; he was right about one thing, though; they are nice tits!"

I gasped and snapped my head up to look at him, to see his eyes dancing with glee, and I smiled as well, the incident washing out of my mind.

On the way back to our holiday stay, I rolled Charlie's comment over in my mind; I had caught him sneaking peeks at me recently, when he thought I wasn't looking, and to be honest, I might even have stuck my breasts out just a little further, or wriggled my behind a little, just to tease him a little. I had put it down to his normal urges as a teenage boy, but now my mind went back to a conversation in the dormitory before the summer holiday.

We were gathered round before bedtime, talking about lots and nothing at all, when Lorna Boscombe started telling us about when she had caught her younger brother peeking at her in the shower.

"I tell you, it was just the most pervy thing! He's a skinny little twerp, reads too much, no friends, standing there at his little peephole, glopping-away on that laughable little knob of his; no kidding, his glasses are thicker than his knob! He got such a kick in the balls I guarantee he won't be doing that again for a while!"

We all collapsed in gales of horrified laughter; Lorna was the most uninhibited of all of us, but this was a new low, even for her!

She went on; "So, Lucy, have you caught Charlie peeping at you yet? No? Are you going to let him?" with a wicked smirk on her face.

I was caught off guard, and coloured. "N...No, he's always out when I shower, and the doors are frosted glass anyway, it's a completely closed cubicle where we're staying!"

Lorna still had that wicked look on her face. "Well, in that case, send him round to my place; he can ogle me in the shower all he wants!" Some of the other girls got a faraway look at that, and I coloured even higher, but still managed to ask her "What, Charlie?" This was my baby brother she was leering over!

Lorna giggled. "Lucy Manville, have you been in cold-storage all your life? Charlie is a complete fox, 100% prime rib, beef-cake supreme! Honestly, Lu, if you don't want to take a bite out of him, send him round to me and I will, he's fucking gorgeous! I promise you, I'll show him a thing or two, or three, even! I'll bet he's got a cock like a fucking cruise missile, someone should get that while it's still going; fuck, I wish it were me!" The other girls were nodding happily, while I sat there with my eyes open in shocked surprise. Charlie? Really?

After that I started actually looking at Charlie a little more closely. Lorna was right, with his tall muscular frame, curly jet-black hair, dimpled chin, clear pale skin, and eyes like emeralds, he really was fucking gorgeous! Some lucky girl was going to wet herself the day he asks he out, I thought to myself, with a surprised pang of jealousy hot on the heels of the thought.

Then this Sandhurst business started, and I stopped caring about him and girls, and started worrying about him for entirely different reasons. He was setting himself up to become a target, and he wouldn't listen.

The day he went off to Sandhurst, I was so beastly to him. He came to say goodbye, and I blew up again, all my fear, loss, hurt and anger flaring at him.

"If you expect me to congratulate you, you've come to the wrong place. The only soldiers in this family are dead ones, and you're hell-bent on joining them, so go, do this obscenity, just don't expect me to applaud from the sidelines!"

Charlie walked away with shocked hurt in his eyes, and that was the last time I spoke to him until he graduated 3 years later, passing out ready to be deployed to his new regiment.

I got the very occasional letter from him during his studies, and he would call, then hang-up, and I grew lonelier, wallowing in my guilt over the send-off I had given him, but already preparing to hear about his death on patrol in somewhere in Afghanistan, and dreading the day I heard it.

I attended his passing-out parade at Sandhurst, and he came up to me after, looking proud and handsome in his 2nd Lieutenant's uniform, but all I could remember was seeing that same look on dad's face when they marched through Netheravon, on their way to embarkation, and we'd never seen him again.

Charlie was over the moon; he'd been sent into The Blues and Royals, The Household Cavalry, part of the Royal guard division, and if this fucking war wasn't on, he'd be sitting on a black horse, in a silver breastplate and plumed helmet, escorting the Queen from Buckingham Palace, the most romantic soldiers the British Army has; instead, he was going to war.

Yet I couldn't let him just walk away. For 3 years I had been having increasingly overwrought, frightening, no, fucking horrifying, nightmares about finding his dead body mangled and bloody, terribly, mortally torn, his lovely green eyes nothing but dead marbles, and I would wake up screaming in a welter of fear, panic, self-loathing and guilt. I would try and call him, but he never responded to any of the messages I left, and I had despaired of ever seeing him again, until the invitation to attend the parade had arrived.

I took his arm, walking him towards the barracks. "Charlie," I began, "I need to tell you something. I want you to know that I'm here to send you off, not because I approve – you know how I feel about this - but because I love you, and I'm scared for you, so very scared. I promised dad that I would be a good big sister, this isn't what I meant by looking after you, and it wasn't what I wanted for you. This is the real world, a real war-zone you're going to, real guns, real snipers, and real bullets. You're a British officer now, a high-value target, a trophy scalp. Please, please promise me, no heroics? Just do what you have to, then come home safe, my perfect, only little brother, how can I live if I lose you? Don't leave me alone, please, Charlie-boy, please!" I was crying now, big frightened tears, nearly hysterical with fear – but still angry with him for going, and I think he saw it in my eyes, because his jaw set, in that old, stubborn way, before he replied.

"Lu, I promise you, I will do all I can to come back in one piece, that's the only promise I can make. I'm a soldier, an officer, and I have to do what I want the men to do, but I have to do it first, and do it better. I have to lead by example, from the front; that's how a Queen's officer commands."

I realised this was the best he could do, and, paradoxically feeling proud of the man he had become, I pulled him down to kiss his cheek and hug him, but he turned his head slightly and instead I kissed him full on the lips, as I hugged him hard, his arms going around me to hold me tight.

I let him go, and looked at him in wonder; he had done it purposely, and I asked him. "Why, Charlie?"

Charlie grinned lopsidedly. "If my last kiss before going to war was going to be from my beautiful blonde hottie sister, I thought it had better be a good one!"

The call to barracks sounded then, and I had to leave, so I watched my little brother until he was out of sight, fear and loss already churning inside me, together with the memory of that kiss. I drove home, stopping every few miles to have a good cry, and scream at the fucking army for taking him away. I was convinced I would never see him again.

Over the next 2 years, I spent my days working as a surprisingly successful Estate Agent, running my own Lettings business, evenings glued to the news channels, praying I wouldn't hear of casualties from his unit, dreading that I would, and my nights in a haze of complicated nightmares about Charlie, the arguments, blood, battles, green eyes, and that kiss. I resorted to medication to help me sleep, I lost weight, and still there seemed no end in sight.

Then, at last, I heard what I was praying for. Charlie had sent me his itinerary for his return to the UK on leave and asked if he could stay with me, rather than at the transit barracks at Tidworth. Of course I agreed, and took the day off work the day he was due back.

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Just when I had convinced myself that he'd changed his mind, that he thought I was still angry with him, that he was not coming back home after all, I heard the taxi draw up outside, and I was at the door before he was out of the car, then suddenly he was there, towering over me, hugging me in a bear hug and kissing the top of my head, me babbling and apologising and crying all at once. Eventually he let go, so I could breathe again, and held me at arms' length, looking me up and down. I looked him up, and then up some more; I had forgotten how tall he was, and now he seemed even taller, his hair shorter. Some of the baby roundness had gone from his face, to be replaced by new planes and angles, the boy's face changing, being replaced by the man he would become. His bone structure was now more apparent; my God, he had delicious cheekbones, but his eyes and smile were the same. I was so relieved; he was home, and, for now, safe. I pulled him down with my hands on each side of his face to kiss him full on the lips, and, on impulse, slipped my tongue in and gave him a quick lick.

His eyes widened, and he pulled me closer, holding me close for what seemed an eternity as I kissed him, softly, tenderly, all my love for this beautiful boy in my lips, his tongue flicking out to lick the tip of mine.

I broke away, suddenly realising what I had done, to see shocked puzzlement, laughter, and something else in his luminous green eyes. "Why are you late?" I asked, to cover my sudden confusion.

"I had to wait for my Dispersal Orders and sign for my kit, there was a queue. Wow Lu-Lu, if I knew you kissed like that I'd have chanced my arm years ago!" he exclaimed, pulling me closer to hug me again. I was still confused as to why I had done it, but, I had to agree with Lorna Boscombe all over again; he was fucking gorgeous!

Charlie looked closely at my face, into my eyes, to see tears, of happiness, in the corners. He reached up to cup my face with both slender hands, and pulled me close, kissing me again, softly, lovingly, his tongue snaking out to rub along my teeth as he tasted my mouth, and my arms slid around his neck to hold him close as I tasted his loving kiss, two years of fear finally over.

We broke by mutual consent, confused thoughts running through my mind, along with my growing appreciation of just how much man I was holding here. My love-life had been almost non-existent over the last few years, worry for Charlie predominating, so when I had had a sexual encounter, it was almost invariably with my best friend, a piece of Fantastic Plastic. Now I had my hands on a real live soldier-boy, and the thought excited me, my brother notwithstanding!

I turned to go in, Charlie picking up his duffel and following me in. Once inside, he sat down and took hold of my hand, pulling me to him, to once again kiss me like before, giving me no chance pull back, not that I would have; I wanted to do it, wrong or not; his kiss was exciting, sending a clean thrill through me, and I wanted it to continue;

I wanted to hold him close, and reassure myself that he was real, and safe, and unharmed.

Charlie pulled me even closer, until I was sitting astride him on the couch, our lips locked together as his tongue slid into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding my mouth to his, and his hands slid down to slide over my bum and start to knead and squeeze.

Pleasurable as it was, I had to break- off to look him in the eyes; those fabulous, deep, sea-green eyes!

"Charlie, what are we doing? You're my kid brother; I'm your big sister!"

"Lu-Lu, you're a stunner, a fab kisser, and I'm enjoying the feel of you so close to me!" he retorted.

I tried to apologise for initiating this, but Charlie silenced me with his mouth and tongue, his hands roaming over my buttocks again, squeezing the cheeks together, then sliding up to catch hold of my breasts, barely contained in my tiny bra. I tried, weakly, to make him stop, but I wanted him to continue, I had waited for him back for the last 2 years, so I was going to enjoy the nearness of him, any way I could!

"Charlie, please, let me go, I'm sorry, this is wrong, I didn't mean to heat you up like this, I'm your big sister, I should know better!" I protested too much. I liked this, it felt right, even though I knew it was wrong.

He slid his hands up under my skirt to cup my buttocks, raising an eyebrow as he encountered my thong, which I had worn on an impulse; normally I don't wear them, preferring more conventional panties.

"Lu, I don't care that you're my sister, neither should you. For now, can't I just be a returning soldier, come home to the only girl who loves and missed him?"

My heart, and any token resistance I was thinking of putting-up, melted when I saw the sincerity in his eyes. Charlie could never put one over on me, and I saw no hint of deception or wheedling now, just my lovely brother expressing his feelings for me. I dipped my head down to kiss him again, in acceptance of what he said, and recognition of the strong physical attraction here; he in turn pulled me closer by my buttocks, mashing my breasts against his rock-hard chest.

I had been growing aware of the growing hardness in his lap, and, knowing what it was, I slid my pussy against it, frigging myself and letting Charlie know that I was his, and that I would be available, if that was what he wanted; by the size of the lump in his Desert-pattern DPM trousers, he had grown in more ways than one, and right now, he was all I wanted, or needed, in a man.

As our kisses continued, Charlie slid his hands up under my top to squeeze and fondle my breasts; sliding his fingers under the cups he popped my bra off to leave my breasts and nipples in his hands, nipples that were rapidly erecting under his talented fingers, rubbing and slightly pinching them, rolling them between his fingers, and sliding his thumbs across them.

This was too much for me, and I pulled my light top off, followed by my bra, so Charlie could have better access. He gazed lovingly at my chest, "Blimey, Lu, I knew you had a nice pair, but this is a fucking amazing sight!"

With that, he pulled me closer to start sucking them, twirling my nipples with his tongue, first one, then the other, making the itch in my pussy intensify, making my need to scratch it more urgent.

I kissed Charlie on his lips and licked down his chin, finding an odd patch of hard, smooth skin under and around his chin. I rubbed my finger over it and looked enquiringly at him.

"It's from the chinstrap on the Mark 6, and the weapon-catch on the neck-piece of my body armour" he grinned, "we've all got it, mark of service in Helmand; anyone tells you he served in the infantry and doesn't have that, he's bull-shitting you to get your knickers off!" I grinned back, but I was once again dismayed that my little brother had been, and was going back to, somewhere that dangerous he had to wear body-armour so often it had marked his beautiful, sweet face permanently.
My vision blurred with tears, guilt at how I had spoken to him returning. "My own, sweet, baby brother, I was such a bitch, and I said such horrible, mean, hurtful things to you, I'm so sorry, you're over there risking your life, and I'm sitting here sulking, being angry with you. Please Darling Baby Brother, please forgive me, I'm so, so sorry!"

Charlie stroked my face, rubbing at my tears. "Don't cry, Lu-Lu, I had no mum to say those things, but I had you, and you said what a mother would have said, and I loved you for it; there's nothing to forgive, Lu, honestly!"

The war had grown him up, and now I realised he was a man grown, my naive, boyish big Little Brother gone forever now, burned away in a pointless war, and I cried my tears for him.

"How can I make it up to you, Charlie?" I asked him.

"Come with me!" was the response, as he led me upstairs, into my bedroom. I knew what he wanted, and I unzipped my short skirt and stepped out of it, to stand there in nothing but a tiny thong. Charlie towered over me as he moved to sit on the bed, undoing his Meindl desert boots. I helped him; I was in a hurry to get on with this, and I wanted to see what I had felt earlier.

Charlie slid off his DPM's and stood before me in his army-issue shorts. He went to pull them down, but I stopped him; this was mine!

I slid his shorts down, and Charlie's huge, and I mean huge, cock sprang into view; at least 9 inches, with probably a 4-inch girth, smooth and glossy, crowned with an angry purple plum-shaped head.

I gasped. "Oh my GOD Charlie, look at the size of this thing, it's a fucking hysterectomy waiting to happen!"

Charlie grinned, "It'll fit, no worries!" as he pulled me close, kissing me as he slid down my thong, and my hands were drawn to that monster cock; I had to hold it, rub it, lick and suck it!

I dropped to my knees between his legs, pulling that column of flesh towards me, and his eyes widened as he realised what I was going to do, then a smile like sunshine on a seascape broke over his face, and he reached out to begin fondling my breasts and nipples.

I licked over the tip, making him jump, before lapping and licking up and down, and around the purple glans, mentally adjusting to the size of this thing I was going to shove in my mouth!

At last, steeling myself, I slipped the head into my mouth, licking the tip, sucking, lapping and swirling my tongue over it. He tasted salty and fresh, just a hint of tangy sweat, and his own manly smell, all combining in a very exciting experience for me. I took hold of his hands and pushed them onto the bed; I didn't want him getting excited and grabbing my head to shove that thing down my throat, I wasn't built for that!

I kept up the suction and the lapping, now squeezing his cock with both hands, from the root to my lips, long strokes that he found exciting, judging by the bucking of his hips, alternating with gently squeezing his big balls to stimulate him further

The end came quickly, Charlie gave a groan and I felt his scrotum tighten as the head of his cock swelled, then pulsed as jet after jet of hot salty spunk shot into my mouth, forcing me to swallow as hard and fast as I could to keep up with the immense influx of sperm filling my mouth.

The cock in my mouth stopped jerking and twitching, no more ropes of sperm shooting out, and I released the head from my mouth, licking the tip to clean the last of the spunk from it.

Charlie's eyes were bright and glowing, his face and neck reddening from the release. "Holy fucking balls, where did you learn that...no don't tell me!" he gasped, pulling me up to kiss me and wipe a few errant drips of spunk from my chin. He now pulled me on to the bed to lie next to him, and grinned at me, saying "Your turn, Sis!"

He slid down the bed, parting my thighs to look directly into my waxed slit, moving closer to take a deep breath. "You smell delicious, Lu-Lu!" before moving in closer to kiss my naked vulva. His kisses were interspersed with little stabbing licks of his tongue, moistening me with his saliva, stimulating me and causing my own juices to flow. Now his tongue began a light swirling across my labia, teasing and touching, before boring in and backing off again. Charlie licked me from the hood of my clitoris to my anus, swirling his tongue in the little pucker, making my cry out with pleasure, then rasping the perineum, another pleasurable sensation, before returning to lap at my labia again, eventually licking and touching my clitoris, now out in the open and becoming more engorged as he took me higher, waves of pleasure emanating from it every time he licked or touched it.

He began licking almost exclusively at my clitoris now, making the sensitive bud chime through my entire body, and as I felt orgasm approach, he scraped his teeth lightly over it, starting my orgasm in earnest. As I gasped and shuddered in the throes, Charlie shoved his tongue as hard as he could into my anus, intensifying my orgasm, twisting my fingers in his hair as I screamed with the release.

Charlie lay there and watched me as I slowly recovered, touching me, stroking me, fondling my breasts, kissing the insides of my thighs, my stomach, holding and squeezing my bum-cheeks.

"Where the hell did you learn that, Charlie, really?" I asked him in wonder. Mischief and humour danced in his lovely eyes."Lorna Boscombe!"

I gasped, and giggled, saying to him, "When you were 14 or so, she said to me she wanted to show you a few things, I guess she was true to her word!"

Charlie looked a little sandbagged, and looked at me strangely. "Lu-Lu, I thought you knew; she used to come and see me every weekend I was free, we'd take a room at a local hotel, and we'd ...we..., you know, all weekend. I would have thought she'd tell you, or at least give you a hint; she's your best friend, isn't she?"

I was stunned at this, although, thinking about some of Lorna's escapades, probably entirely in character. Then again, thinking about how I had been when Charlie left, perhaps she'd been wise to keep her mouth shut. I resolved to call her as soon as possible, have a little chat, see if there was anything else she felt like telling me.....

While I was musing, Charlie had started kissing my breasts , my neck, my chin, my lips, his hands roaming over me as one hand slipped down to grope and squeeze my bum, a finger pressing and circling my anus and I could feel his cock firming up again, getting ready for more. Charlie moved his hand to my pussy, slipping a finger in and rotating it around to lubricate it, before trailing it back down to my anus. As I kissed and held him, he slowly slid his finger into my anus, a rare sensation for me, but very exciting for all that, with all its associations with forbidden and taboo acts. He frigged my anus gently as he kissed me and suckled on my nipples, and I took his now fully-recovered cock in one hand, rubbing it up and down, pumping it to get him hot for me, and gently slipping a finger across the tip, making him jump as I skimmed over the sensitive slit.

My labia were now fully spread from Charlie's touching and fingering me, and he was above me, that club of a penis at the entrance to my pussy. He looked down at me, I nodded ready, and he started to slide that gigantic meat-hammer into me, going slow to stretch me out. A few inches in, he stopped, and I tried to start him again, but he wanted to ask me something.

"Lu-Lu, are you protected?" Sweet boy, even at the height of our sexual misbehaviour, he thought of me!

"Go ahead Charlie-boy!" I said, using his baby name "I'm on the pill, have been since I was 15, you can fill me up as many times as you like!" I had remained on the pill, more in hope than expectation, I was far too worried about him to have time for boyfriends and the like, but even so I might have got lucky....

Charlie resumed, slowly sliding that enormous cock into my tight cunt, stretching me with unbelievable sensations as he penetrated deeper and deeper, until I felt the wiry hair at the base of his cock rub against my clitoris. He'd got it all in! I felt very pleased to be able to take something so big, and immensely proud that my baby brother had such a big cock to stick in me!

He began to pump, slowly at first, as I was still getting used to having this thing that felt like a pickaxe handle being shoved inside me, and as he pumped, he lowered down to his forearms, sliding his hands to my arse and squeezing and kneading my bum-cheeks as he pumped me. This was exciting him too much, and he stopped, rolling over, with me still plugged with his cock, to put me on top, his hands clamped tightly around my backside. As I began to move, he slid his finger back into my anus, and the feel of that finger pumping away inside my arse as I pumped on his cock was indescribable.

I rose up, leaning on his chest as I pumped and ground my pussy on that meat-club shoved up inside me, rubbing my clitoris on his rough pubic hair, the sensations from my pussy building into one continuous thrum of little pulses, forerunners of what was to come as I speeded up. Charlie was gasping, pumping to meet me, one hand clasping my buttock tightly, the other pumping a finger in time to my thrusts.

I came with a scream of pure, heartfelt release, making Charlie groan as my vaginal walls clamped down around his cock, tipping him over, to shoot his spunk far up inside my vagina, spurt after spurt across my cervix, his cock far up inside me. We finished together, Charlie's last spurts and twitches in time with my exhausted slump down onto him. I stretched out on top of him, and he smoothed his hands over me, from shoulder blades down my back to my bum-cheeks just quivering in his line of sight. He started kissing me and squeezing my bum again, while I held his head and kissed him as passionately as he kissed me. His cock inside me still felt iron hard, and I was hoping he wanted another go-round. I wasn't disappointed!

We rolled over so he was on top of me, his forearms under the small of my back, thrusting my breasts into his face, a fact he took full advantage of, sucking and biting gently on my nipples.

He began to move again, slowly and gently sliding his cock in and out, kissing my breasts and teasing my nipples, making delightful feelings swirl around in my pussy as I began that climb back up again. Charlie moved further up me, to get to my lips, and with his lips glued to mine, began pumping harder and harder, 'til he was jack-hammering his massive cock into me, and I was humping and pumping to meet his every thrust, another orgasm building, as shattering as the last one.

At last, just when I thought my heart would burst, my orgasm hit like a train, waves roared and swirled though me, and I almost blacked-out from the sudden overload. Charlie groaned and I felt a rush of hot semen burst into my womb, and another, and again, several spurts as he filled me up to the top!

I lay in his arms, completely sated, the best-fucked I had ever been in my life, and it was my little brother who'd managed it for me! We were lying on our sides, Charlie with his cock still buried in me up to his balls, watching me come down, touching my face, my breasts, stroking my bum, my back, pecking little kisses on my nose, lips, cheeks, smiling with those beautiful eyes, like a Turner seascape, shifting from grey-green to grass-green to deepest emerald, depending on his mood.

I smiled at him and touched his face, saying "That was just amazing, how did you manage it?" Charlie grinned. "I've been in the enforced company of a group of men for the last two years, no privacy, no quiet time, not even a tent of your own to toss-off in; I've had two years to build up a head of steam, and you just got the benefit!"

I giggled, marvelling that it should feel so natural to lie here, naked, with my brother buried in me to the hilt, full of his seed.

I touched his nose. "Now that the beast has been tamed, for a little while only, I hope, how about I do you some lunch?"

Charlie smiled, "I was wondering when you'd ask, Lu-Lu!"

I went to get up, but he halted me. "Hold up, Lu-Lu, I've been here before, like this, so just pass that pillow case please." I watched as he placed it under me, and slowly withdrew his still semi-rigid cock, and then I understood the reason for the pillowcase, as what looked like half a pint of spunk poured out of me and spilled onto the pillowcase.

"I discovered years ago that I come in bucket-loads, and the pillowcase or a towel is the only thing preventing someone having to sleep in a very sticky wet patch!"

I laughed at my brother's expression, but also felt proud that a man with a cock like that could get it hard for me,' standing up to clean myself as more man-juice trickled out of me.

I wiped myself off, and turned back to Charlie, who promptly grabbed me and pulled me close by my bum-cheeks, while sucking my nipple into his mouth. It felt sexy and depraved, and such fun to stand there as my hot brother groped and jiggled my bum while sucking my tits.

Charlie moaned "Oh Lu-Lu, if only you knew how many years I tossed-off at night dreaming of this! I've only ever been hot for you. Even my girlfriends at school and Sandhurst were strawberry blondes with big knockers because I was looking for someone like you. I can't believe my luck that a total babe like you would actually fuck me and like it! I used to dream of pulling your beautiful, firm bum cheeks apart and sliding my tongue in, eating your arse out before fucking you up the arse and filling you with spunk!"

Charlie started seriously groping my bum, using some of the sperm trickling out of my pussy to lubricate his fingers as he slid first one, then two, into my arsehole, making me feel very sexy.

"Charlie, what are you doing, I thought you were hungry!" I asked him, as he started pumping the fingers in and out of my bum opening and closing them as he did so, stretching the opening.

"I want you, first, Lu, all of you" he said around his mouthful of breast-flesh, s o I thought I would help him by flexing that wonderful cock of his; but it was already rearing up again! This boy is insatiable, I thought, two years of no nookie, I need to get this back in me. It was like an iron bar as his arousal climbed the longer he frigged and fingered my arse.

He continued to lubricate my bumhole, and then pulled me onto the bed again; face down, this time, with a pillow under my tummy, my legs spread and bum in the air. I felt him licking my anus again, probably leaving some spit to lubricate his cock, I thought, and then I felt his enormous cock pressing at my anus. He began to push in, slowly, by millimetres, and I could feel my ring trying to take him, so I pushed my ring out to relax it. Suddenly the huge fat head popped in, and he slid the rest of his meat in slowly.

I was gasping for breath; I had done anal before, and enjoyed it, but this was different; it felt like someone was shoving a rolling-pin into my arse! Charlie's cock was rigid, unbending, and completely inflexible, not like those I had experienced before, so I made him go slow, let me get used to it.

At last he was all in, and he began to withdraw, before sliding it in again and back out, in and out, it went on. Charlie was lying on my back, his hands under me, clasping and squeezing my breasts and nipples in time to his pumping, and the long strokes were having their effect on me as well. The whole situation was so unbearably sexy, my kid brother fucking me in the bum with his donkey-cock, buggering me so completely, that I was beginning to feel the flutters begin again, and when he started kissing my neck and shoulders, moaning "Lucy, Oh God Lucy, I love you so much, it was always only you, Lucy, say you'll always be mine, I love you..." My orgasm kicked off again. I felt my cervix convulse, and my anal tube tightened as I came, stars racing in front of my eyes as my whole body shook. Charlie shouted out "OH GOD...OOOHHH GOOODDD, SHIT...OH MY FUCKING CHRIST...OH FUCK!" as he pumped what felt like another half pint of spunk into my anus, the hot semen spraying around inside my bowel, feeling amazing, hot, depraved, wicked, wonderful!

We waited until the tremors had died away, before Charlie pulled out his semi-rigid cock from my anus, causing me to have another, mini-orgasm, ready with the pillow case as a gush of spunk ran out of my anus and down my bum.

"Lu-Lu, you were fucking terrific; your bumhole is like a glove, so tight and warm; I think I'm going to be pumping a lot of spunk up there over the next few days, I hope you're up for it!"

"Charlie, my darling, my own sweet Baby Boy, I would willingly let you fuck me in my arse, sodomize me, as often as you like. You were incredible!" I smiled at him.

As Charlie stood up, he looked at me and sat down next to me again, and pulled me up next to him, so I was facing him with his hands holding me upright by my buttocks,

"There's one thing we need to get straight between us, OK, Lu?" I nodded

""You're my girl now; no-one comes between us, OK? You'll always come first with me, because I love you."

I smiled at Charlie. "And you, Baby-boy, you're my man now, understand? No more big-tit blonde scrubbers – except me, that is!"

We sealed it with a kiss, and a grope of my arse and pussy, and then I pulled on an oversize T-shirt and panties, and went downstairs so I could make my brother, my man, his first meal back on friendly soil.

While I busied myself in the kitchen, searing a pack of Sirloin steaks I got in especially for him, he sat in front of the TV, flicking channels at random. I looked in on him 10 minutes later, and he was fast asleep, his face in repose looking more like the boy I had rejected. I felt a burst of pride in him that he had turned into such a fine man but also a knot in the pit of my stomach knowing that he was only back on leave – all too soon he was going back to that God-forsaken hell-hole.

Blinking back tears, I picked up the phone in the kitchen, and called Lorna.

"Hi Lu," she chirped at me, "What can I do for you?"

"Charlie's home on leave" I told her. "Oh, that's...nice" she faltered. "Did he say anything about...?"

"What, anything about you banging his brains out every weekend for 3 years, no, not a word!"

I grinned to myself, Lorna silent for a few seconds, then she blurted out "look, Lu, I was going to tell you, honest, I mean, he's so gorgeous, and all I wanted to do was take him for a test-drive, and it sort of went from there, and It's not like you were ever going to give him a workout, so I ...Uh...Lu, what's going on, why are you so quiet? OH MY GOD, You DID try him out, didn't you, don't deny it! Oh, you are such a slut, you're as bad as me, you tramp! Come on, come on, details, details, I want all the sordid little details!"

I laughed at the sound of relief in her voice, letting her know that I wasn't angry, and gave her chapter and verse of what had transpired when Charlie walked in the door.

I sighed. "All I know is that I am extremely gratified that his huge cock is dedicated to me, so I feel quite good about that! PS, thanks for showing him the ropes!

And what about you, how's your love life been since Charlie?"

Lorna laughed, that wicked tinkle I knew so well. "Weelll, you remember that weedy nerd of a brother of mine, the one I caught wanking over me?" I said I did, so she went on; "well he did a bit of growing, quite a lot of growing, actually, bulked up tremendously. I went to see him at Cambridge, and he's now a rowing blue, big, clear-skinned, muscular, tanned and polished, with a cock that would choke a donkey – I could hardly get it in my mouth!"

I should have been shocked, but, considering what I had just been doing with my own brother, I was just fascinated.
"So tell me, just what exactly have you been doing to your kid brother, Lorna, you fucking degenerate!?" I asked fully prepared for some shocks, knowing Lorna so well.

"Well Lu, it seems he likes to come on me, copiously so, so I suck him until he comes, then I let him blow it all over me. He also likes to fuck me up the arse, and there have been days where he's done my cunt and my arse 4 or 5 times each; that boy just spends his time squeezing my tits and spraying cock-juice, on me, in me, and all over me, and it tastes wonderful; no kidding, there've been times when I ended up looking like the Creature from the Spunk Lagoon after a session with him! He's become really handsome, and I get a real kick out of knowing when we go dancing that some tart is giving him a hard-on, but it's me he'll take back home to fuck senseless. His cock is fucking enormous, like Charlie's, and when he's champing at the bit I can hardly work him up into me! He's so fucking beautiful, I'm completely besotted with him, brother or no!

"You should meet him, we should double date. Maybe Charlie and Gerry would like to double-team one or both of us! Thinking about it, I'm feeling quite nostalgic about Charlie, thinking of him hammering that mega-cock of his into my arse has got me going now, so I think I'll Give Gerry a call, I'm going to need topping-off!"

I was shocked, but intrigued. Lorna was my oldest friend, and Charlie had been doing her for years, so it wasn't like he would be unfaithful to me, plus, having had one giant cock rammed into me, maybe I should try another, for comparison purposes. I would talk to Charlie about it later, after he'd fucked me some more!

By now, the steaks were done, so I finished the call and got lunch ready, medium-rare sirloin steak au jus, green beans and garden peas, garlic baked potatoes in cream sauce, and an apple-blackberry crumble, all Charlie's favourites.

Poor baby was still fast asleep, head back, smiling slightly, looking completely relaxed, and I debated whether to let him sleep, but as he had the beginnings of quite a nice bulge in his boxers, I thought I'd give him a quick treat before lunch.

I slid onto his lap, astride him, his hands immediately drifting to my bum-cheeks, and kissed him as long and as sexily as I could, rubbing his tongue with mine. He opened his eyes, smiling, and gathered me in closer, the bulge now getting more prominent, but I leaned away.

"No, baby-boy, Lunch is ready, that was just an appetizer!"

Charlie's eyes lit up, like two green cat's eyes on a dark night, sniffing and smiling his sweet, little-boy smile, "Lu, is that...?"

"Steak, Charlie, all your favourite trimmings, and dessert to follow, so get up, I want to have lunch with my handsome boy-soldier!"

We ate in the kitchen, the dining room was too large and formal for the two of us, the kitchen table was smaller, we could sit closer together, and it was homier.

Charlie wolfed down his steak, almost crying in pleasure. "Sis, this is amazing! Army food is OK, but always the same, and on patrol you eat the same thing for days on end. It's been 2 years since I had a steak; I love you more than ever!"

I watched him, fascinated, as he engulfed a 1lb slab of beef, I even gave him most of mine, it as was too much for me, and he was going to need his strength, I had plans for him!

He was equally in raptures over dessert, and commented about the mess food, telling me they covered everything in semi-transparent custard to disguise the taste, making me laugh out loud. No custard here, though, clotted cream only for my brother!

As he ate, he chatted about his life as a platoon leader, the job, Helmand, the US forces he worked alongside, training the local militia, all the minutiae without anything about what it was really like.

I also noticed how, as he spoke to me, his eyes kept flicking from my eyes, to my boobs, to the tops of my thighs, to his plate and back up again to my eyes, and when I went to the fridge to get him a beer, I could feel him staring at my barely covered bum.

When I sat down, I pulled my T-shirt tight about me, sat sideways on to him, and stuck my chest out, grinning at him while giving him something proper to stare at!

Charlie smiled, eyes sparkling, and said "Fucking hell, Lu-Lu, I meant it earlier, you have bloody fantastic tits!" The compliment made me blush, coming as it did from such a handsome boy.

Lunch over, he grabbed me and kissed me deeply, squeezing and fondling my arse as he ground his cock into me, one fire put out, and another leaping high.

I had had difficulty keeping still during lunch, the erotic effect of watching a gorgeous man feeling me up with his eyes while eating was making my pussy itch and shiver, and I wanted some dessert of my own.

We dropped back onto the couch, a huge softly-upholstered thing piled with large pillows that I sometimes slept on after watching a late night DVD, so there was lots of room for us to play!

Charlie pulled me astride him, once more bringing my pussy into contact with his rearing cock, allowing me to rub myself up and down, while he pulled my T-shirt over my head, to hold, squeeze and suck my breasts.

I wanted to get my hands on his cock again, I wanted to suck and lick that incredible spunk-pump of his, but I also wanted to lick his sculpted chest and bite his lip, and pull him down on me to hammer my cunt and arse with that superb cock!

Charlie was no less hot, grabbing my arse and sliding his hands into my panties to squeeze and rub my bum-cheeks, sliding his fingers in and out of my anus, and pulling my buttocks apart and squeezing them together again, making me hot, making me want him even more. All the time he kept sucking and nibbling my nipples, rasping his tongue over the tips, making the already sensitive flesh throb and burn, each pass of his tongue sending shivers of delight into me.

I wanted to touch him, so, sliding down off his lap onto the floor, I yanked his boxers off, the only thing he was wearing, allowing that giant knob of his to spring up straight in the air. Charlie turned to lie flat on the couch, pulling me up, and hooking a finger into the waistband of my panties, sliding them off to join his boxers. I went to climb between his legs, but he motioned me to straddle his chest, facing his lovely cock. I knew what he wanted, and I shuffled back and leaned forward, resting my elbows on his thighs as I slid my pussy towards his face, and my mouth over his rampant cock.

Charlie took hold of my bum cheeks, pulling them apart to stab and lap at my pussy, feeling his warm tongue on my vulva, the sensation of wet warmth thrilling and very erotic, making my pussy lips open for him, for him to probe even further with his tongue. He began lightly, gently rubbing my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, sending tiny jolts through me, the feelings of pleasure mounting up my spine, making my anus open and close, winking at him, and he responding by pushing his tongue in and rasping at the outer ring, giving me almost unbelievable sensations.

I licked and sucked on his cock for all I was worth, rubbing my tongue in the slit, making his hips buck and his thigh muscles tense (such lovely, HARD thigh muscles, too!), sucking the head as hard as I could at the same time, keeping my hands moving on his cock, pumping and squeezing as I suckled at him, urging him on.

Charlie had slid a finger into my anus, and now he pumped it in time with his lapping at my clitoris, turning up the temperature, making my pussy jump and flutter, until it was too much, and I came in a surge of pulses and waves rushing through me, but centred on my pussy. As I came, Charlie pushed his tongue deep into my anus, intensifying the pleasure, building me up for another surge of excitement as I shuddered and mewed, lips clamped tight around his cock-head. I sucked one last time, as hard as I could, and squeezed his testicles gently, one in each hand, simultaneously sliding the edge of my tongue through his slit. Charlie's cock twitched, a sinewy muscular throb, and spunk shot out of the swelling head, to splash into my mouth and down my throat in spurt after spurt, with me swallowing as fast as I could to keep up with the seminal fluid filling my mouth, all the while continuing to squeeze and milk his balls.

At last his heaving cock quieted, and the waves of pleasure rippling through me died away as I lay there, head resting on his groin, staring lovingly at his beautiful cock, my pussy still engorged and almost in his face, both of us in the post-coital glow, completely relaxed.

Eventually, Charlie raised his head and pulled my hips toward his mouth, lapping just once at my wide open pussy, making me shiver.

"Hello, big boy" I said, "are you starting something, or just trying to get my attention?"

"Darling Lu, I want to get you and your hot arse in bed with me, right now, I have unfinished business!" As he was talking, his cock began firming and twitching, awakening for another round. This boy was phenomenal!"

"Charlie, aren't you tired?" I asked him, and I heard the smile in his voice when he replied "Lu-Lu, if you think I can just lie here with your lovely fanny three inches from my face and do nothing about it, you're sadly mistaken. I told, you, two years with none, I'm making up for lost time with the hottest girl I've ever known!"

Two years, I mused, no pokey for two years, I'm surprised his balls aren't the size of space-hoppers by now! This man had come 5 times already today, and he was ready for more!

"What have they been feeding you in the army, you dirty little boy?" I asked him with a grin.

He replied "Lu-Lu, I don't know, but I think it's just worn off! What I do know is, though, right now I've got the hots for a strawberry blonde with big tits, and I do believe it's you!"

With that, his cock tensed and rose again, standing up and out. I definitely wanted that inside me again, I needed to feel that wonderful fullness again, and I wanted Charlie to come in me like before, spraying my insides with his baby-juice, lubing-up his cock so he could then shove it up my arse again.

I stood up, and Charlie levered his long frame up to stand over me, a good foot taller than me, his hands reaching out to cup my breasts and twirl my nipples. I backed into him, to trap his cock between my buttocks, and he gasped, his grasp on my breasts increasing as he pulled me into him, his warm breath on my face as he kissed and nuzzled me, making gently see-saw motions with his cock. I broke away from him, saying "Hold on a second," and went into the laundry room, returning with a pile of towels. I put them on the couch, and turned back to him. "Now, where were we?"

Charlie slid his hands over my tits again, and pulled me back against his cock, rubbing himself inside my bum-cleft before turning me around to kiss me, his cock lying between us like a hammer-handle, his hands holding my bum-cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart, making my anus gape in a way that made me gasp in heat for this man.

I went to pull him down on top of me, for him to ram that thing up inside me, but Charlie shook his head. "Lu, there's something I've wanted to do all my life," pulling me to kneel on the couch, my elbows resting on the back. I felt him kneel between my open thighs, and his hands squeezing and caressing my bum-cheeks, lifting and separating, weighing and kneading them. "All my life I wanted to see you like this, your fabulous bum stuck out like this, ready to fuck me, now it's happening, I can't believe it, so I just want to enjoy the view." So for the next few minutes, while he kissed and nibbled my neck and shoulders, he rubbed and played with my arse, occasionally running a finger along my slit, where my juices were already running in anticipation.

At last, he slid his hands under me and clasped my breasts, licking the side of my neck, and placed his cock between my labia, slowly pushing forward.

Luckily, I was so worked-up by all the fondling and kissing, that my pussy was able to accommodate his wonderful, HUGE cock with just a few gasps from me.

Once in, he began slowly pumping me, never pounding; I would have split in half! He kept up this pumping action, all the while rubbing and squeezing my nipples, wonderful sensations churning in the middle of me, all my attention focussed on this lovely cock stretching my pussy so wonderfully. Charlie was busy kissing and licking my neck, whispering in my ears how hot I was, how much spunk he was going to pump into me, how he was going to fuck me like a rag doll, that I was his and he was going to keep me naked and well-fucked forever, making me love him, want him, need him even more. My pussy was on fire, the sensations flickering through me all starting there, and I could feel my moment approaching, but I wanted to feel Charlie to come first, so I leaned back against him, supporting myself with one hand on the back of his neck, and clamped my cunni muscles around his cock as hard as I could, gripping his pumping cock. "Oh GOD, LU, OH GOD, OH FUCK...OH FUCK OOOHHH" he groaned as his cock pulsed, swelling inside me, and jets of hot spunk shot into me like a river of lava, finally tipping me over the edge, my climax chiming with the feel of the spunk shooting far up into me.

I screamed again with the release, body shuddering in delight, Charlie moaning as he continued to pump, his hands on my breasts and his pumping cock exciting me even further, orgasm after orgasm rolling though me, until, at last, he slumped against me, softly whispering my name, telling me he loved me, that I was all he ever wanted, promising his heart forever.

I loved this boy so much, all I wanted to do was please him, and, as he raised his head to kiss me, I asked him if there was anything he'd forgotten. Immediately he smiled that long, slow, horny smile that only he could do, and started to pull his still rigid cock out of my pussy.

"Don't forget the towel!" I whispered, and he grinned, placing one of the towels under me as he slid his cock out, even that making a fresh mini-orgasm ripple and flutter through me. As his cock withdrew, a stream of spunk dripped out of me onto the towel. He wasn't lying; he really did come in bucketloads!

Charlie swabbed me clean with the towel and tossed it aside to take up position between my thighs again. I leaned forward, and rested my head on the couch-back, pulling my bum open with both hands to make my anus gape for him. He slid his cock into the entrance to my arse, and once again clasped-hold of my breasts, pulling himself tight to me as, with a lot less resistance, he slid his cock into my anus, as far up as he could go. My eyes popped out, but the sensation was so incredible, all I could do was gasp rapidly to try and get used to this monstrous thing shoved up my arse, buggering me rigid, as he began pumping, holding me for purchase, while I reached back and held his sides, pulling myself back onto him.

Charlie pulled us away from the back of the couch, and I fell forward onto all fours, my hindquarters in the air, and this seemed to spur him on; if anything, his cock seemed to grow even thicker, and his breathing came in gasps, all the while saying "Oh my God, your arse is so lovely and tight, oh God, look at that arse, I want to keep you forever, I want your arse forever, OH God!"

I was feeling that feeling again; the hotness of the situation, the sensation shooting out of my pussy and arse and into my body, the thought of this gorgeous man wanting me, was enough to send me over all over again, and as orgasm claimed me, I clenched my anus down on his hammering cock as all my other senses closed down, my orgasm humming and rippling through me, the sensations multiplied for Charlie, causing him to call out loud, "OH GOD, AGAIN, OH GOD, OH GOD!" as he pumped a great spraying spurt of semen all over the insides of my arse-tube, and another, and another. A detached part of me wondered where the hell he got this stuff; he was certainly giving it to me like it was free!

At last his cock stopped twitching and spasming. He lay partially on top of me, and I could feel his heartbeat thundering with his exertion as he reached around to pull my head to him so he could kiss me. "Lu-Lu, has anyone ever told you what a fantastic fuck you are!?" he grinned at me. I smiled back at him. "Charlie-boy, you're the first, so thank you, and you'll be the last. I told you, you belong to me now, and I'm yours."

I knew he was my brother, but that didn't matter; that line had now been crossed so definitely that it was no longer even visible, nor would it ever exist for me ever again. Charlie was my man; I was his woman, the end.

I passed Charlie a towel, and he gingerly slid his still semi-rigid cock out of my anus, catching the flood of spunk pouring out of my bumhole as his cock popped out.

I smiled at him, saying "Lucky I'm on the pill, eh, else I'd be sooo pregnant by now!"

Charlie looked at me, a bright light dancing in his eyes. "Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing..." so softly I barely heard him. Not that it made a difference; if he wanted to make a baby with me, right now, I would. I loved him.

We lay together on the couch, satisfied, for now. All I wanted to do was kiss this hunky boy-soldier, and Charlie was a good kisser, making a production of it, running his hands up and down me while he licked, and kissed and nibbled and held my face, my bum, my breasts, rubbing his cock against my mound, the contact with my clitoris gentle and pleasurable. His cock grew stiff and hard again, and I manipulated it as I kissed him, rubbing my clit against it, masturbating myself with his cock as I masturbated him, his hands roaming over me, stimulating himself with me as I was doing with him.

I could feel another orgasm building, and I held his cock in both hands, pumping and squeezing it against me, rubbing myself against him as I explored his mouth, his hands becoming firmer and more insistent, his finger snaking into my anus, rubbing around and making me squirm, thrusting my mons even harder against his rigid fuck-stick, building my climax. When it came, I clamped my mouth over his lips, and Charlie rammed his finger into my arse, bending it to flex my anus, making my climax even more intense.

I rolled onto my back and pulled him onto me holding his cock in both hands, pumping and squeezing as hard as I could, until with a bellowed "Oh Sis, Oh Shit, OH SHIT!" he blew his balls over my stomach and chest, a stream of spunk hosing out over me, more than I had ever seen a man's cock do before. I watched in fascination as the spurts grew less and less in volume, but I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes; the volume of spunk he had shot over me would have filled a wine glass to overflowing and there was still spunk dribbling from him. This boy had the right stuff, no doubt about that!

Charlie slumped down beside me, a lopsided grin on his face. "I told you I blew out bucketloads!"

He picked up another towel and slowly, gently wiped his seed off me, cleaning me off, kissing me gently all the while. When he'd finished, we lay belly to belly again, kissing madly, unable to get enough of each other, lips locked as our tongues fenced and rubbed together, my hands roaming over his lovely physique, his hands rubbing and fondling my bum, my thighs, my breasts and my pussy, but not arousing each other, now we just exploring, looking and admiring (and gloating as well!).

I held his head in both hands, admiring the man's face that had settled on my little brother, and as I ran my hands through his hair, my fingers rubbed across a hard little furrow above and behind his right temple, a line of what felt like bone. I pulled my hand back with a gasp, and pulled his head down for a look. I parted his hair, and there was a shallow groove, about two inches long, carved in his scalp and running parallel with his jaw line.
"Baby-boy, what's this, did you hurt yourself?" I asked him, sudden dread filling me.

"What, that? Near miss, nothing to worry about, only needed a plaster" he said dismissively.

I was horrified. "You mean this is a bullet scar? Charlie, tell me! Did someone shoot at you?"

Charlie smiled. "Lu, it's a war-zone, of course someone shot at me; people get shot-at all the time in a war-zone, occupational hazard, don't y'know."

I looked at him in mounting horror; "This means...that ...this could have ...killed you? Oh God Charlie, you were nearly killed, oh God, only a half-inch closer...Oh dear God...!" I was shaking with fright, heart pounding; He could have been killed; someone tried to kill, nearly succeeded in killing, my baby brother.

Charlie leaped up to grab me, holding me close, tight, trying to stop the shaking and shuddering, huge hot tears rolling down my face as I zoned-in on what could so easily have happened.

"Lucy, Lu-Lu, sweetheart, stop this, now, it didn't happen, it was my stupid fault for taking off my Mark 6 on patrol, I learned my lesson, I never take it off until I'm inside the Bastion, LU! Stop it, please!"

Gradually, my panic died down, and my tears subsided as Charlie rubbed my back, and squeezed and hugged me, telling me he was sorry, and that he would never do anything to prevent him coming back to me, that he loved me, and that he would always be there for me.

He pulled me back down and kissed me some more, rubbing his hands up and down me to take away the fear completely; he was always good at that!

At last, completely calmed, heart-rate back to normal, I asked him if he would take me out for a drink, to get out, and to relax him. I wanted him in a happy frame of mind while he was home, and there was a good pub in the next village.

"Of course, Lu, I would love to be seen out with such a stunner, but I've only got my DPM's with me, my kit and a change of civvies won't arrive for another 48." He grinned, wryly.

"Charlie, I would love to be seen out with a handsome soldier-boy, especially one dressed like you!" I told him, so that was settled.

I suddenly realised he was looking a little drawn, and then I understood why; the poor lamb had just had a 7-hour flight, then several hours of waiting around, followed by an extended pumping session, with a heavy meal thrown in; he must be exhausted, poor baby.

"Charlie, you look wasted, why don't you climb into bed, MY bed, and get some shut-eye. I'll come and get you in a few hours; I want to show-off my pretty boy-soldier!"

He grinned, "That would be a good idea, Lu, I'm pretty bushed. Can I use your washing machine later? I need to wash some of my kit – it's starting to fester!"

"Don't worry, Charlie-boy, I'll do it, you get some rest." I smiled.

"OK," he yawned, "but don't get your red knickers in there, whatever you do; if I turn up at recall with pink kit, they'll put me on a charge for being improperly dressed!"

"Go to bed!" I laughed, "I'll join you shortly.

Charlie winked at me, squeezed my bum and cuddled my boobs, and headed upstairs while I tipped-out his kit bag to sort through his washing.

In amongst all the neatly packed and folded kit, I found a bundle of letters, all addressed to me. Intrigued, I opened one, rationalising my snooping by deciding that, as it was addressed to me, it was, de facto, mine to read. In mounting horror, I read through it, and then tore open another one, then another one, tears blurring my vision as I read one after another. They were all the same; he was writing to me to tell me how frightened he was, how he missed me, how he just wanted it all to be over, about his nightmares over the loss of his men to ambushes, snipers and explosive traps, his sheer, sobbing terror that his turn was coming soon.

Why had he never sent these to me, was he so afraid I would reject him again, gloat and say 'I told you so'? What kind of a horrendous bitch did he think I was?

I tore upstairs, the letters in my hand, just as Charlie stepped out of the bedroom.

"Lu, don't open...." he started, and then saw my expression, and the bundle of letters in my hand. "Lu, please, I can explain..." he began, but all I could say was "Why? Why didn't you send me these, I missed you so desperately, and now I find these, Oh Charlie, poor, poor baby, why didn't you let me know?" I was crying openly now, huge hot tear running down my cheeks.

Charlie gathered me in, sat down on the bed with me on his lap, holding me to him. Wiping my tears away, he began to speak, his voice so low it was almost a whisper.

"When I left, when you saw me off and everything, I knew how angry you were, I could see it, hear it in your voice. I thought you didn't want to know; you once told me I was already dead, but Lu, I still needed you. I wrote to you because it felt like I was telling you how it was for me, I pretended you were reading them, and I imagined you telling me not to worry, it would soon be over, and that was good enough for me. I didn't send them because I didn't think you cared any more. When I kissed you that day at Sandhurst, I was saying goodbye, but it felt like you were saying goodbye, the end. I was so lonely, so scared, but I didn't have anyone to tell it to; you can't share that stuff with the men under your command, not if you want to keep their respect, have you lead them out and trust you to bring them back. I thought you'd washed your hands of me. I should have burned them, Lu, I'm so sorry."

I was writhing in guilt and hot, searing shame as he spoke, every mean, horrible and hurtful thing I had said replaying in my mind. And yet he had talked to me in his head, because he needed me, the imaginary me in his head saying the things I should have said for real, keeping him sane by pretending I still cared about him, but believing I had abandoned him to his fate. His life as a soldier had made him physically a man, but the boy I loved so much had been inside all the time, scared, lonely, in terror for his life, needing me. I had abandoned him to that.

"Oh Charlie" I sobbed, "I was so frightened for you, but I never thought to think how frightened you may have been! Am I really such a miserable bitch that you couldn't even write to me, could you really believe I was so despicable, to desert you, leave you alone out there?" I clung to him, crying even harder, feeling his terror and loss, confronting what I had done to him.

"The worst part, Lu, was Christmas, birthdays, and especially mail-call. It felt so bad, seeing everyone getting birthday cards, letters from home, Christmas gifts, and nothing ever for me. I didn't list you as next of kin, I thought you'd gone, so all I ever got was the standard Army-issue Christmas card sent out by the DLO to the soldiers with no families. It truly felt like I had no family. I even wondered what I was fighting for, who I was fighting for. I didn't honestly expect you to reply when I asked if I could come and stay with you; I thought you hated me."

I was burning with shame. This poor boy had endured all the loneliness and fear, had commanded his men by controlling that fear, had believed he was alone, yet had hope enough to ask me to take him in, all the while believing I wouldn't. And then, when he came home, he had loved me and held me as though the intervening years, the anger and abuse had never happened, wanting nothing but to be with me, after all I had said and done, after I had destroyed his idealism, had not been there for him at all, had left him thinking there was no-one missing him.

But even now, there was no hint of reproach in his voice, or his eyes, he just wanted to clean this stuff out of his head, letting me know that it was alright. But it wasn't, never could be. I had hurt him deeply, almost lost him, and I needed to find him again. I had cried for the boy who was gone forever, now I knew how much I was to blame for driving him away.

I pulled him close to me, holding his sweet face in my hands, looking into his deep, luminous emerald eyes. "Charlie-boy, I swear to you, I'll make it up to you, if it takes a million years, on my soul, I swear I will make up for everything I did, or said, my poor, sweet baby-boy!"

"Lu-Lu, it's alright, it's gone now, I'm here, the past is dead and gone; besides," he pinched my bottom, grinning happily, "I think we may have a new beginning right here; after all, you did fuck me to a standstill; that makes what happened in the past seem pretty fucking distant right now! Look at it this way; I left my sister behind, but I came back to a hot, wasp-waisted, big-tit blonde who fucks like she's on the clock!"

I smiled guiltily at him, and he responded by kissing my tears away, licking my lips and cheek, nuzzling my neck, and squeezing my bum. "No more to say, OK, Lu?"

I nodded, holding tight to this lovely, sweet, cock-pumping hunk of a brother of mine!

"And now, I really am hammered, care to join me?" he invited, indicating the bed.

"OK, Charlie-Boy, but just to sleep, OK? You look just about done-in. When we get up, I want to take you around, show you off a little, make the other girls spit with jealousy!"

In one move, Charlie yanked down my panties and pulled my T-shirt over my shoulders. "In my bed, you sleep naked, sister of mine, understood?" with a devilish grin lighting up his lovely face.

I returned the compliment, tugging down his shorts to reveal a semi-flaccid cock. "When you get into bed with me, little brother, it is NOT clothing optional either, do YOU understand?"

Charlie pulled me close, grabbing my bum and squeezing the cheeks, then pulling them apart to slide a finger into my anus. "So, let's sleep then, if I can keep my hands off you, you lovely big-tit blonde!"

I stroked his cock, smiling. "I said SLEEP, you horse-cocked spunk-factory, I meant sleep. Go on now, hit the hay!"

We dropped onto the bed, Charlie pulling me in close by my bum, kissing me tenderly, very sexily, as he rubbed, squeezed, and jiggled my bum-cheeks. It was all bravado, though. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, and pulled away from him, to hold him close and plant soft kisses all on his face, neck and chest, rubbing and squeezing his back, and gently rubbing my leg over his thighs. Thirty seconds later, he was out cold, jet-lag and exertion finally catching up with him.

I woke with a start, lying with my back to Charlie, curled in his lap, his arm thrown possessively around me and cuddling my breasts, my head in the crook of his neck. I had meant to lie down with him until he dropped off, but my own exertions, recent emotional wringing, and his warmth and heartbeat had lulled me to sleep as well. I looked at the clock. 2 hours, not too bad, I would give him another hour, then drag him into the shower and buy him dinner anywhere he wanted. I tried to slide out of bed, but at the first hint of movement, his eyes snapped open and he grabbed my arm. Shit, combat reflexes, I'd forgotten about those.

"SSSHHH, Baby, go back to sleep, I'll call you later," I whispered, but he just grinned and pulled me to him, fondling my bum and breasts as he kissed me.

"This is the kind of wake-up call I could get used to" he grinned, his cock stirring against my belly.

"No Charlie, later, you need some more rest!" I insisted, but Charlie just kept-on kissing me, rubbing my nipples, jiggling and squeezing my bottom, warming me up even as I protested.

"Charlie" I tried again, "I mean it, if you start something now, you won't be able to finish it. Don't work me up for nothing!" He grinned, and pulled me close, to whisper in my ear "Two years, Lu-Lu, two fucking years!?"

Oh well, I sighed, if he felt he had the stones, who was I to argue?

I pulled myself closer to him, rubbing my belly up and down his, dragging my stomach up and down his cock, making him gasp and his eyes glitter as his cock firmed-up and stood between us, hard, and warm, ready for action – combat-ready; my kind of soldier!

I started rubbing my hands up and down it as I kissed him, squeezing and pumping as I played with his tongue, his hands rubbing, squeezing and gently pinching me all over, fingers clenching my buttocks, pulling them apart to stretch my anus open again, sliding his hands all the way under me to poke and prod at my slit from the back, his fingertips flicking over my clitoris, making me jump and quiver as I jacked his cock.

Suddenly, he sat up, pulling me to my knees, and then turning me so I was lying face down, facing towards the foot of the bed, my knees under me. Charlie then got to his knees, his hands pulling my hips up so he could run his tongue over my slit, the sensation all the more intense because of the position I was lying in. Now he pulled me closer, until I was virtually lying on his knees, my elbows on the bed, my legs over his upper arms and his hands pulling my buttocks open, as he lapped harder and with more intent at my rapidly moistening vulva, alternating between licking my pussy, my perineum, and my anus.

At one point he stabbed his tongue into my bum hole, moistening the whole area, and then lightly blowing on it, the sudden drop in temperature making my anus contract, making me yelp with the sensation. As my excitement increased, my clitoris slid out from its hiding place, and Charlie started making little passes over it with the tip of his tongue, ramping my arousal even higher, coupled with his insistent rubbing and probing of my vaginal opening with his tongue, poking it in and out like a miniature cock, and sliding his lubricated finger into my anus. At last, I could take no more, my orgasm finally blowing through me in a power-wave that left me gasping for breath, my whole body ringing like a bell, and my ears popping as I screamed out loud, sobbing and gasping as the waves of pleasure rolled through me.

As the tremors subsided, I rolled over onto my back, looking back up at him, realising that this had been for me, and pulling him down to me, to kiss him with my tongue firmly inserted into his mouth, and my hands clamped to his solid buttocks. Charlie slowly pushed his cock into me, mindful of the pummelling he had already given me today, to slowly slide it back out again, and then in, a gentle see-sawing, loving me, making love to me, forgiving me, letting me know that we were OK again. He kept this up steadily, it was delightful, but couldn't last forever; the stimulation was too much for either of us, and I came again, moaning out loud, my cunt clamping down on him, making him groan and shoot his sperm into me in hot jets that washed over my cervix again and again, rolling my orgasm on and on.

Charlie collapsed over me, taking his weight on his forearms, rolling me onto my side facing him, his cock still embedded in me, eventually motioning he was about to withdraw from me.

"Pillowcase?" he grinned,

"Pillowcase" I agreed, handing him one.

After a while, hearts finally slowed to almost normal, we lay, debating whether to get up or not, but, I had promised Charlie a night out, so after a shower, I pressed his DPM's and we headed over to the only pub in the district, so I could show off my cute boy-soldier.

When we walked into the bar, there was an instant flurry of attention. Most of the women there gazed at him wistfully, he looked so gorgeous and masculine, and not a few people offered to buy him drinks, which he politely refused, saying he didn't really drink, he was escorting his girl, which gave me a warm glow inside.

A couple of men I knew, who'd asked me out in the past and been turned down, tried to dig at Charlie, but he just ignored them, talking to me and the landlord, who was an ex-squaddie himself. One of the creeps from earlier shoved his way in front of Charlie, and sneeringly asked if he was a real soldier, or did he just swan around at Tidworth with the rest of the posers and layabouts.

Charlie was going to reply, but I butted in. "Actually, Charlie's a platoon leader, Combat Patrol Team Tango-Zulu 1, Anti-Insurgency Combined Operations with ISAF, based in Helmand, in Afghanistan," I said sweetly, "Twelve hours ago he was leading a sniper suppression patrol in Laskhar Gar, what were you doing?" I was proud of Charlie, and I wasn't going to let some drunken little snot bait him.

I could feel the respect level in the room notch up as everyone realised this idiot in front of Charlie was trying to mess with a combat soldier, not a desk-warmer, and he realised it too, slinking away. I was feeling so proud; my man was a combat soldier, a warrior, an honest-to-goodness Action Hero!

The landlord leaned on the bar and grinned at Charlie. "She's quite something, isn't she?"

"You have no idea!" he grinned back.

"Your money's no good in here, you and your young lady are my guests tonight!" said the landlord, shaking hands with Charlie, one soldier to another.

Now the other girls in the bar were responding more overtly to Charlie. I remembered what Lorna had said about how she wasn't worried about other girls heating-up her brother, because he only wanted to fuck her, now I understood her perfectly!

Already there was a cluster of young girls surrounding him, ogling him while pretending to admire his unit badges, and a bunch of hero-worshipping lads eager to buy him drinks so they could boast they'd drunk with a real combat soldier. One of the girls nudged me, staring at Charlie the whole time.

"How serious is it...you know, you and him, because if he's just a mate or something.....?

"Sorry," I replied, "It's a lifetime thing. Charlie's my man!"

She looked disappointed. "You lucky cow, he's beautiful! If his brother ever comes to town, send him over to me, please!" I flashed a quick, commiserating grin, but I couldn't help but feel exceedingly proud that this lovely hunky specimen was mine.
The rest of the evening went very well; the landlord sending over a continuous stream of drinks and food, stopping by to share a few reminiscences with us, ask us if we wanted anything, and generally making Charlie welcome. He had served in Iraq under dad, and he grew very friendly when Charlie told him that Col. Manville, his old CO was his father (while somehow neglecting to mention I was his sister!) He also asked if the pace had changed since the escalation from Iraq, and while Charlie was telling him about life in Camp Bastion, I reached over and parted his hair to show the bullet scar, making his eyes widen, a concerned expression settling on his face.
"Remember one thing, son" he said in a low voice, "if you don't keep your Mark 6 buckled-on tight and your Osprey buckled up properly, you're in a world of trouble, believe me. I know those things are uncomfortable, but so's a bullet through the seam because you left it open." Words of wisdom, indeed.
After a very restful and enjoyable evening, we headed back to the house. I had been giving Charlie some rather obvious signals for a while now, and he, poor lamb, was just not fully tuned in to Radio Lucy; instead, he was drinking a coke, munching a sausage, and happily tapping his foot to the music from the jukebox. After a while, tired of trying to get him to take the hint, I had to lean in and whisper in his ear.
"I have an itch you need to scratch!" He looked at me open-mouthed, so I stuck my chest out for emphasis. That was when the penny dropped. Gulping down his coke, he grabbed me and hustled me out of the bar, waving his goodbyes to everyone, in a sudden hurry to get to the car.
We slid in, Charlie commenting on how nice it was, that BMW's were his favourite cars. I took the keys out, grabbed his head and pulled him in for a long sexy kiss, and dropped them in his hand.
"It's yours, Baby-Boy, a gift from me, because I love you – and to say I'm sorry."
Charlie was speechless, stammering out that he couldn't take my new car; I silenced him with another kiss.
"It's yours now, so take me home, I need attending to!" That got his attention all over again.


Chapter-2

Charlie seemed mellowed-out after our evening out, and I was in the mood to play, flirting and touching him while he was driving, goosing him when he opened my door for me, and him grabbing and tickling me as we walked up the driveway to the front door.

We tumbled indoors, giggling as Charlie groped me, sliding his hands up my minidress to cup and rub my buttocks and panty-covered pussy, grabbing my tits, and generally being silly.

As the door closed, he grabbed me and pulled me up to him, to kiss me deeply, a shiver of anticipation running through me.

"Hello Blondie, lovely jugs, can I fuck you?" he leered at me, his deliberate vulgarity hilarious and not in the least offensive, and as I laughed I grabbed his crotch.

"Nice knob, donkey-boy, does it work?" I leered back, before collapsing in another fit of the giggles.

"You tell me, you nasty girl!" he said, grabbing himself and outlining his cock lewdly under the material of his combats, giggling himself with the vulgarity of it.

"Ooooh, fucking hell, that's not a knob, it's a pogo-stick!" I giggled some more.

"You've got such a dirty mouth to go with such lovely tits!" laughed Charlie, grabbing my hand, "time to have my wicked way with you!" tugging me after him up the stairs to the bedroom, where we dropped our clothes in a frenzy of stripping, groping and kissing.

Charlie still had his boxers on, so I knelt and yanked them down, his magnificent cock flicking up into my face, so it was an easy matter to catch it in my mouth and give it a quick suck and lick, savouring the taste, drawing a gasp from him.

"Sis, you are entirely too good at that, I would really like to know where you learned it; just one thing though...please never, ever, tell me!"

I stared up at him around his cock, opening my eyes, my big blue eyes, wide and looking up at him innocently.

He nearly choked. "Fucking hell, Lu, don't do that, you'll make me come!"

For answer, I took his big balls in my hand and slowly squeezed and rubbed them, scratching lightly with one fingernail along the underside of his scrotum, and batted my eyelids at him again.

He goggled. "Lou, I mean it, don't do that unless you mean it!"

Reluctantly I let go, stood up and posed for him, still wearing my stilettos, sticking out my chest to make my nipples dance around in front of him, putting my hands on my bum cheeks and pulling them open, arching my my back to exaggerate my chest, and turning around to display my stretched bumhole, which I knew he loved to look at so much.

Charlie grabbed me and hauled me closer, fondling and squeezing my bum cheeks, pulling them apart and squashing them together, kissing me all the while. He pulled me into him, so he could suck and nibble my nipples while he groped and teased my arse, alternate fingers sliding in and out of it, before reaching under me to rub his finger along my slit, and grinning as the lips opened for him. I had been thinking about this for the last hour, so I was ready, but he wanted to goodie-grab, it was one of his fantasies, so I just kissed the top of his head and stroked his face as he sucked my tits, groped my pussy and rubbed and jiggled my arse.

At last, he urged me onto the bed, where he continued to lick and suck my breasts, alternating with squeezing and moulding them, to finally return to my lips. I kissed him, still tasting the sweetness from the soft drinks he'd been drinking all evening, and held him close, just loving the feeling of this hard body against mine as we kissed enthusiastically, tongues darting around in each others' mouths.

Charlie turned me onto my front, and pulled my hips to him as he leaned over me, his big soft hands enfolding my breasts as his cock prodded at my slit, then slowly slid in, in stages, until he was in me to the hilt. He began a slow, steady pumping as his cock slid in and out, speed never varying, always the right amount of pressure, never banging it in and hammering my pussy, lovingly sliding that marvellous meat-stick into me, causing all sorts of sensations to radiate out of my pussy. I could feel my orgasm approaching, and started pushing back against him, forcing him to speed up until we were pumping and thrusting together. I came with an explosive burst of sensations from deep inside, my uterus fluttering as my orgasm hit, intensifying as Charlie continued pumping and shoving that glorious cock in and out of my pussy, until finally, I could not contain it, gasping out loud as wave after wave of pleasure blasted though me, making me shudder with the intensity. I clamped down, hard, on his cock, and he responded by groaning and pumping what felt like a gallon of sperm right up against the neck of my cervix, hard hot jets of spunk that hosed into me, filling me up completely with his man-juice, cock twitching inside me until he had no more left to spray inside me; for now, anyway.

I reached over for the towel I had grabbed when we came into the bedroom, and as he withdrew, Charlie slid the towel under me to catch the wad of spunk that dribbled out of my pussy and dripped down.

I swabbed myself down, then realised that I Charlie was still kneeling behind me, and was waiting for me to finish wiping-off. "All done," I giggled, "When you're ready, Boner-boy!"

Charlie placed his hands on my hips, and pulled himself up on his knees, sliding the head of his cock up the cleft between my cheeks, to rub the head against my anus, pulling me up right against him, his hands clamped to my breasts, his mouth on my neck, nibbling my ear, licking the nape of my neck and my shoulders, all the while twirling and squeezing my nipples, making hot pleasure shoot through me in jolts, like electric bolts. In this position, it was easier for him to get purchase for what he wanted to do, and he began, slowly but irresistibly, pushing his cock into my anus, while I pushed back, opening my ring for him, the large crown popping through my ring after a few seconds, followed by the rest of the shaft. I was gasping for breath, his cock had felt huge the last time we did this, now, in his highly-stimulated state, his cock felt absolutely massive, like a column of lead, rigid and solid, forcing itself deep into my insides.

The position was obviously having an effect on him, too, gasping he slid into me "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking hell, so tight, Christ, Lu, this is incredible, Oh shit....!"

I was responding on so many different levels to such a raw sexual experience; my pussy was tingling with the nearness of this great club of flesh, separated from my cervix only by a thin membrane, the erotic thoughts and sensations that came from being buggered so thoroughly, by such a beautiful man, the fire burning in my nipples from his gentle manipulation of them, and the welter of sensations from my clitoris as I frigged away. I was just getting to that place again when Charlie began to gasp and hitch, his cock suddenly giving a tremendous throb, to shoot a stream of hot spunk straight into my bowel, bathing it in his body heat. That tipped me over, and my orgasm, hot and powerful, ripped and raged through me, making me gasp for breath as my ears rang and the blood thundered in my ears.

I slumped forward, Charlie on top of me, his arms tight around my mid-section, taking his weight as he rested his head against the back of my neck, his heart thumping against my back and his cock twitching in my bum.

We lay for a few minutes, Charlie slowly relaxing his grip on me, rolling me onto my side and putting the towel under us to catch the spunk runoff as he withdrew his cock from my rear hole, helping me swab-up the sticky remnants, finally slumping over onto his back, his breathing heavy but even again. He pulled me in close, holding me spoon-fashion, one arm under me to support my shoulder and head, the other hand rubbing my hip and slipping up to rub and smooth my stomach and cup my breasts, then gliding down to stroke my inner thighs, my flank and my buttocks.

Finally, he smoothed my hair, and kissed my ear, nipping it lightly, making me giggle, and said softly. "I love you Lu-Lu, don't ever leave me alone again, please."

I turned to face him, sliding my arms around him, and kissed him gently, nipping his bottom lip in revenge, and whispered to him "Charlie Manville, you belong to me now, I will never leave you alone and frightened ever again; Lu-Lu will always be there for her boy-soldier!"

I snuggled down into his arms, his body warmth already making me drowsy, the afterglow helping to lull us to sleep. Charlie folded his arms around me, and I felt one of his hands slide down to cup my buttock, then slide a finger into my anus and lodge there. I smiled, and closed my eyes, thinking sleepily "Well, at least he doesn't suck his thumb anymore!"

I woke at about 7:30 with a desperate need to pee, and, realising slipping out of bed stealthily would only startle Charlie and trigger his reflexes, I made no effort to, trusting to his subconscious to tune-out any normal movement around him, and climbed out of bed, to relieve myself, have a quick shower, and think about breakfast. I was going to skip work for the next few days, my assistants were perfectly capable of managing for a few days, their chance to shine while the boss was away; I had other things to do. I knew that he liked the same breakfast as me, the full English, so, checking that he was still asleep, I headed down to the kitchen and put some sausages, bacon, black-pudding and tomatoes under the grill while I made some coffee. When the meat was nearly done, I put the toast on, fried some eggs, and buttered some bread.

I was just about to call him, when he appeared in the doorway, hair tousled, wearing just his shorts, his hairless torso rippling with cords of muscle, glowing with health, looking adorable, and grinning happily when he saw his breakfast, ambling over to hug me, and kiss the top of my head, then holding me, looking deeply into my eyes for a moment. Whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him, so he pinched my bum, kissed me properly, and grinned. "Morning, Blondie!"

I smiled up at him, tweaked his crotch and said "Morning, Donkey-Boy, breakfast is served!"

"God, Lu, this is perfect, I can't remember the last time I saw a piece of black-pudding cooked properly!" he smiled "We save the ones from the mess and use them for target practice; we should use them to plate the outside of the Warrior's, 'cos you can't get a bullet through them!"

"How many eggs would you like, sweetheart?" I asked him, and he grinned back, "May I have three, please, I'm famished!"

We sat in the kitchen to eat, the smell of bacon, sausages and coffee spurring us on to eat. I normally never have a cooked breakfast, much as I like it; I live alone, and it just seems wasteful, but having a man around would mean I had an opportunity to cook more often. Charlie wolfed it down, having seconds all round, and I smiled to see him eat so well; even as a young boy, there'd been nothing wrong with his appetite!

Breakfast over, we were chatting over coffee when the 'phone rang. I picked it up and it was Lorna.

"Lor, what are you doing calling so early in the morning?" I asked curiously.

"Getting soaked, Lu, open the front door darling, it's pissing-down out here!"

I leaned over and looked through the door-light. Sure enough, there was Lorna, newspaper over her head against the rain, getting out of her car, waving at me.

Leaving Charlie to his coffee, I let Lorna in, looking at her quizzically.

"What brings you here at this hour, Lor?" I asked her, and for answer she looked over at Charlie, smiled, and said "I wanted to see you in person, say hello to Charlie-my-darling, and see for myself whether you were bullshitting me about the pair of you!"

Charlie ambled out of the kitchen , flashing his lovely smile at Lorna in greeting, before standing behind me and slipping his hands over my breasts, squeezing just enough to make my nipples tingle, pulling me in tight to him.

"I see it's true, Lu, you lucky cow!" laughed Lorna, stepping over to slide her hand around his neck and pull Charlie down for a big kiss on the lips.

"Welcome home, soldier-boy! I'm so glad to see you back safe and sound, Charlie-my-Darling; I was worried sick about you!" she said, smiling happily.

Charlie looked embarrassed at such an obvious display of affection from Lorna with me not two feet away, but I could only smile; after all, she was his first, and in a very real sense had taught him how to do me so well, so I had a lot to be grateful for!

We adjourned to the sitting room, Lorna chattering away at high-speed, jumping around from subject to subject, but returning always to Charlie; she seemed genuinely grateful and relieved that he was safe and sound, which made me love her even more, and it felt good to have a friend around that had no intention of judging what we were doing, was only interested in the gory details, and was quite happy to offer some serving suggestions for later consumption! During the conversation, she asked Charlie what it was like, if it was as dangerous as they made out on the news. I reached over and pulled his head down, and showed her the bullet scar. Lorna gasped, and her eyes widened, welling up. "Oh Charlie, I'm sorry, you poor lamb, why did you ever go to that terrible place!" she quavered, almost in tears, genuinely distressed, her mood suddenly sombre and grave. Charlie, gentleman that he was, immediately reached over to take her hand, reassure her. Lorna pulled him closer, hugging him tightly, wiping her eyes on his chest as she held him, her face buried in his chest, Charlie in turn gently cradling her head close against him, making small soothing noises as she cried silently against him, her hands clinging to him. Eventually, she pulled back, knuckling her eyes, kissed him on the base of the throat, and thumped him on the chest. "That's for making me cry, you silly bastard, going off to that fucking place and leaving me to worry!" She pulled him down and kissed him once, on the lips. "And that's to guide you home again safe, Charlie-my-darling!"

A couple of hours later, fully recovered, Lorna made to leave, telling Charlie to keep his fucking head down out there, it was too pretty to get shot off, and threw in a remark that puzzled him.

"Darling, I had a word with Lu yesterday, made a couple of suggestions, why don't the pair of you think it over, give me a call with an answer?

Must go now, duty calls, and, Charlie....?" He looked up, and Lorna clamped her lips over his, kissing him seriously, before pulling away to sigh happily, "You are so gorgeous! Lu, you're a lucky, jammy cow! Darling Boy, look after yourself, seriously, I fucking mean it!"

I walked Lorna out, and hugged her. She seemed to have something on her mind. "Lu, if you don't want to swap, how about you and I double-teaming Charlie? Think on it, call me."

Obviously, meeting Charlie again had stirred something in her. I hadn't thought about it, but it appealed. Charlie had had Lorna before he had me, she was my best friend, as well as being an outrageously uninhibited, sex-obsessed tramp, and she was a fox, a tall, curvy, golden-haired, blue-eyed fox, or, as Charlie had earlier so succinctly put it, 'Eleven out of Ten on the "I Would Fuck Her'" scale -- no wonder he'd leaped on her!

Lorna had a faraway look on her face for a moment. "He's changed, Lu, a lot, since he passed-out. His eyes are the same, but there's something in his face. And, did you notice the way he stands, and walks? Like a Doberman waiting to attack. He's getting that jumpiness; your father had it, so did mine. Difference is, it took them 20 years to get that way, he's only been on active 2 years. It's destroying him, Lu. You have to try and get him to resign his commission before it's too late. That boy needs you, he needs all of us, and he needs to get out of that place, soon. When I think that he came so close, that a bullet actually came close enough..." her voice trailed off. "It doesn't even bear thinking about." This was a side of Lorna I'd never seen before, and it gave me pause for thought; she had never once shown her vulnerable side to me, she was always carefree, brilliant, erratic and hare-brained, and to break down like that in front of Charlie was slightly unnerving, revealing to me just how deeply affected she was by his return and his injury, minor though it was.

With an almost visible effort, she changed the subject. "He's always been hot for you, you know; you were all he ever wanted. Sometimes, while he was banging me rigid, without realising it, he'd call me Lu-Lu, and then apologise afterwards. That's how I knew I could never have him. But at least I primed-him for you! Lucky you, you get to reap the benefits of the three years of corruption, perversion, and downright kinkiness I lavished on that boy! Of course, that doesn't stop me loving him, too, I always will, but he only wants you, you lucky cow!"

"And now I've got one of my own! He wants to make a baby, can you imagine? Although, when I think about it, with no parents or real family, we are practically set-up for it. If I ever decided to do it, that is; Gerry may be my kid brother, but he is massively cute, so maybe I might be tempted to seriously consider it!

Having pledged myself to Charlie, I would not consider another man again, but I had no problems with Charlie doing both of us together -- it might be just what he needed!

Also, her comments about babies had struck a chord with me, after the remark Charlie had made yesterday.

Lorna went on. "One other thing, Lu; I have a sort of uncle stroke family friend who's a big noise with the Joint Chiefs of Staff. He's been rummaging around in my panties and up my sweater since I was 16, so I think he owes me a favour or ten. I'll have a word with him about Charlie, if you have no objections, you know, remind him of a few things his wife doesn't need to know about, ratchet-up the pressure a little, that sort of thing?"

I grabbed and hugged her; if there was a possibility I could get some strings pulled, get him transferred back to Britain, or at least out of that nightmare place, I would take it without hesitation. I went to kiss her cheek, but she leaned in and kissed me properly, slipping her tongue between my lips to slide it along my tongue, holding me close as her hand drifted down to my pussy, to rub my labia through the thin material of my panties, pushing my panties inside me with one finger to rub delightfully against my clitoris, then slipping round to cup and squeeze my buttock, her tongue darting and sliding around in my mouth; what surprised me was that that I liked it, kissing her back, the two of us standing there swapping spit while she rubbed my pussy.

"Get me in a bedroom with you and Charlie and I'll show you a thing or two, Lu," She breathed, before stepping over to her car. "Don't wait too long, now, darling, I want to play! Tell me, does Charlie still come like a field-gun? I only ask because the first time he came in my arse, his cock was so tight in there the pressure of all that spunk nearly slid me off the bed and across the floor!" she added happily.

I assured her that nothing had changed in that respect, and that I was getting the benefit of two years of enforced abstinence, so I had been well and truly bunny-fucked.

As she drove off, I smiled to myself. I wanted to do this, and Charlie was a soldier; of course he'd do it! It was probably one of his adolescent fantasies, and I wanted to make as many fantasies came true as possible for that beautiful boy. As an added bonus, I found the thought of Lorna naked and licking me, and vice-versa, very exciting.

I went back indoors, grateful the neighbours hadn't seen me -- my T-shirt was indecently short, my panties were skimpy, and it would have been embarrassing if any of them had come out and seen me standing in the rain, dressed like that, getting felt-up by another girl while kissing her passionately!
Charlie was looking through the paper when I came in, and glanced up to grin at me.

"Lorna's looking well, isn't she?" he said, "I never expected her to go off like that though; she was really upset, wasn't she?" I sat next to him, rubbed his crotch and said "Lorna loves you, and she's worried about you, she just picked now to show it. By the way, I thanked her for teaching you what you've been showing me, you dirty-minded little bugger!" His grin lit up the room, and he visibly relaxed. "You don't mind, really don't mind that we were...you know?" he asked, and I laughed, relieved that that was all he was worried about.

"Charlie-boy, you had to do it sometime, I'm just glad it was with Lorna, someone who was into you, loves you, even, but wasn't going to break your heart!"

We cleared up after breakfast, Charlie having eaten every scrap of food, and I went to have a nice long shower; he had no clothes, other than army-issue, so I wanted to take him shopping for some suitable clothes while he was at home.

I showered in my en-suite bathroom, and came out to find Charlie sitting on the bed. He beckoned me closer, pulled my towel off me and pulled me into him, his hands on my behind and my nipples in his mouth. I knew that boy had a high sex-drive by now, but I needed time to recover, I mean!

From casual nibbling and squeezing to power-fucking was only a matter of time, and we had things to do, so I pulled away from him, trying to get dressed, and had got as far as my panties, when he grabbed me round the waist and licked my neck, making me giggle, then slid his hands up to cup and squeeze my breasts. He was obviously in the mood to play, and to tell the truth I was getting there as well, so I bowed to the inevitable.

Charlie led me back to the bed, and pulled me to lie face down, and began kissing me on my lips, my face, my ears, my shoulders and neck, and all down my spine, licking the top of my buttock crevice, and slowly sliding his tongue into my bum-cleft. He rolled down my panties, me lifting my bum in the air to help him, until they were just clear of my buttocks.

"Cor, Sis, this looks so hot, you have a spectacular arse, did anyone ever tell you that?" he grinned, before resuming licking into my cleft, his tongue gradually making light, almost caressing, contact with my anus, then more, and more, until he was licking and probing it with his tongue-tip, making me jump and quiver with the feelings fluttering in my stomach and pussy. By now, I was lifting my bum in the air to force him to lick deeper into my bum hole, the exquisite sensations piling up and fluttering through me rapidly now, my pussy twitching as my arousal climbed. Charlie now switched his attentions to my clitoris, pulling my crotch closer into him as he licked and stabbed at it, making me squirm and shudder, moaning as the delightful sensations became almost unbearable. He began sliding a finger into my anus as his tongue lapped my clitoris, the sensations blending into one feeling of sheer delight, finally tipping me over into orgasm that swept and roared through me, my nerve-endings tingling with the intensity.

When I had recovered, Charlie was lying next to me, looking at me with those incredible, sexy, emerald cat-eyes, a small smile on his handsome face.

"Thank you for my favourite breakfast, Lu-Lu" he grinned, and I smiled back, already knowing how I was going to pay him back.

I sat up, got to my knees, and pulled down his shorts in one move, revealing his cock in all its glory. Never one to waste a good cock, I slid down so my head was level with his groin, and began licking and lapping, enjoying the feeling of his flesh, feeling his pulse in my mouth. Charlie sighed, and laid back, his hand stroking my hair, as I slid my mouth over his cock, scraping the slit with my tongue, making him jump and sigh, at the same time pumping and squeezing him, urging him to sit so he could see me, and I could look into his eyes as I fellated him. I started sucking him in earnest, now, fondling and squeezing his balls as I sucked, scratching lightly at the underside of his scrotum, making him gasp and buck as his climax approached, culminating in one last suck and squeeze. I felt the head swell up and throb, and pulled my head away as a jet of spunk shot into my face, splashing over my lips and chin, and another, and another, spraying my face, lips, chin and chest with long strings of silvery-grey spunk, I looked at him and smiled, giving one last squeeze and tug, shaking my breasts to make them toll and ring like bells, and a final jet of spunk shot out and landed across my breasts, to drip from my nipples onto my knees and thighs.

"Fucking hell sis that was amazing, you look so fucking sexy like that!" he exclaimed, happily, and I was happy to have probably fulfilled another adolescent fantasy.

I picked up my discarded towel and wiped my face and body free of the spunk, then leaned in to kiss him quickly, grabbing hold of his knob as I smiled sweetly and said, "Charlie, if you entice me like that again when you know I have plans, I will bend this back and shove it up your own arse, are you hearing me?"

Charlie grinned. "Yes, Lu-Lu, Charlie be good now!" Suddenly he was three again, on the tail end of a telling-off, and I had to laugh.

"OK you, now you've had your way with me, again, shower-time. I need another one, so do you, get in there; you can do my back, and I'll do yours -- and no funny-business, mister; time's a-wasting!"

We drove into Bicester, Charlie at the wheel as he was eager to play with his new toy, and spent a very pleasant morning shopping in the designer outlet Shopping Village, Charlie ambling along behind me from store to store, letting me browse everywhere without a murmur. I knew that he shops like every other man on the planet; walk into a shop and say "one of those, one of those, one of those, how much, please" and walk out again with a bag of ugly clothes, but that wasn't good enough for me, so I made the poor boy walk until he was staggering, but I bought him everything I thought he'd need for the next 30 days. It helped that all the shop assistants fell over themselves to serve him; his looks and smile were enough to part the thighs of even the most committed virgin, would probably get him laid in a nunnery. The best part of him was, and still is, the fact that he's completely unaware of just how devastatingly handsome he is, and taken with his sweet considerate nature, the whole package is just irresistible. When he opens a door for a girl, it's not because he's trying to chat her up or get her knickers off, it's because he's a natural gentleman, as gallant, considerate and kind to an eight-year old girl as to an eighty-year old grandmother -- or an eighteen-year old shop assistant.

After having a quick lunch in a fast-food joint, Charlie guzzling their famous burgers like they were going out of fashion, we headed back home, with me driving. I had tired the poor boy out with all the intense shopping and he'd nodded-off almost before I'd pulled out of the car-park. The drive also gave me time to consider what I was doing, what I thought I was doing, and where I went from here.

Charlie was my brother, no escaping that fact, but everyone who knew that was either dead or long-gone from our lives; only Lorna knew for certain, and she was in the same boat as me in that respect. All I was certain of was that I wanted Charlie. He completed me, and he wanted me, period. I had always believed I would marry and have children one day; would it be so wrong to have them with Charlie? That we were siblings was just a twist of fate, and my love for him transcended that. Did he feel that way about me, even discounting what he had said to me yesterday as something said in the aftermath of passion?

I was sure of my feelings, and I knew when Charlie was trying to lie, it was so alien to his character, it was blindingly obvious he was lying. I had seen no hint of anything other than honesty and truth when he had told me we were together, and I believed him.

I also considered my changed attitude towards the army. Over the last 24 hours I had completely reversed my opinion of the army and everything about it. I was proud that my Charlie-boy, my own boy-soldier, was doing a job that few men could or would do, in a place of intense and present danger, he was doing it well, respected and trusted by his men, conquering his almost overwhelming fear to fight on the side of right. Dad had always told me, "Lu, courage isn't the absence of fear, it's fear conquered. The fearless man isn't brave, the fearful man who acts in spite of his fear, he's the brave man."

The rush of pride that followed on the heels of that thought surprised and puzzled me. My Charlie was a brave man, I had proof of that - but now he'd faced his fears, one thing was obvious, to me, at least; it was time to come home. I resolved to do all I could to make that happen. Somehow, I would find a way to bail him out of that nightmare.

We got back home at about 4pm, Charlie still a little groggy from snoozing all the way back. I bundled him upstairs, helped him pull his clothes off, and, with only a little token goodie-grabbing and groping, he capped-out again. I stood and watched him for a while, heart almost bursting with pride and love for this big, beautiful boy, before heading back downstairs to start dinner. I was doing a roast dinner, something I seldom had the chance to do, living on my own as I did, so I was looking forward to it.

I got everything ready, meat browned and in the oven, vegetables peeled ready for boiling, potatoes peeled and parboiling, and then I could sit down and think about our next step. I knew that what we were doing was illegal by the laws of this country, but that didn't cut much ice with my heart; I had made that decision quite deliberately, in full knowledge of what I was doing, my intellect saying 'no', but the me inside saying 'yes'; all I knew now was that I wanted and needed Charlie, and from what he had said to me, he felt the same way. So, how do we do this? I needed to sit down with someone brilliant, devious, unscrupulous, and utterly unhindered by morals;

Lorna.

I was going to speak to Charlie about her request, anyway; once I got his OK, I'd give her a call and we could do some planning.

I had just made a pot of coffee when Charlie ambled in, shirt half tucked in, barefoot, yawning sleepily, but smiling happily at the smell of lamb roasting.

"Sit down, sweetheart, have a coffee" I smiled at him, bringing the pot and a mug over for him. I went to sit opposite him, but he pulled me close, rubbing and squeezing my bum through my jeans, and nuzzling my breasts through my blouse.

I was loving all the attention, so I sat on his lap, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him soundly, waking him fully, his eyes dancing.

"I thought you were tired?" I teased him, and he replied by pinching my bum and sliding his other hand down the back of my jeans to rub his finger in my bum crevice. I wriggled on his lap, prompting him to say "Don't do that Lu, not if you want to keep your clothes on any longer!" so I stopped, grinning at him, before licking the end of his nose, making him grin and jiggle my boobs.

I wanted to know what he thought of Lorna's suggestion, so now would be a good time.

"Charlie," I began, "when I spoke to Lorna yesterday, she told me she was sleeping with her brother, and she asked me if you and I would like to swap or double-team, just for the experience. I wouldn't consider it, not after what I promised you, but she has a plan B." Charlie was looking interested, but quizzical. "Go on," he said.

I continued, "This morning, she offered to double-team you with me, and I think she wants to have a go-round with me, kind of give you a show....." I stopped, waiting to see his reaction. Now he was looking interested and horny, but waiting to see if I had anything else to say, so I continued. "She...well, she sort of... propositioned me this morning, gave my pussy a grope while she kissed me, properly, and I think I'd sort of like to let her do that again, and more, with you in there as well. Would you...object to playing along?"

By now, Charlie was looking like Christmas had come early, but he was concerned about how I would feel, bless him, seeing him with another woman, but I put his mind at ease.

"Charlie, this is Lorna we're talking about here, someone I've known all my life, the girl who taught you about the birds and the bees, I could never be jealous of her, and I want to make you happy. Besides, she'd be sleeping with both of us, so both of us get to fuck her, or both of you get to fuck me, and best of all, she and I get to fuck you. Would you like that?" Now I was appealing directly to the horny teenager with a permanent erection most men carry around inside them.

"Fuck, yeah, Sis!" he exclaimed, "I would have paid to see Lorna feel you up, you bet! The two most beautiful women I know, getting it on with me, what did you think my answer would be?" I grinned at him; under that man's exterior, there still lived a horny teenager after all!

He stood up and took my hand, leading me back to the couch, where he pulled me onto him, once again astride, where almost immediately I could feel the bulge of his hardening cock under his new jeans. Obviously, the thought of boning both of us at once was doing things for him, and, as the oven was on a timer, and I had at least an hour, I played into him, kissing him while sliding back and forth on his burgeoning erection, warming him up, making me hot! Charlie slid his hands to the front of my jeans and popped the button, easing down the zipper to loosen the waistband, his hand then returning to my bum, sliding them down the back of my jeans to cup and squeeze my bum-cheeks. I started unbuttoning his new shirt, loving the way it smelled on him, the smell of fabric size mingled with his own masculine scent making a delicious combination, like fresh air after a rainstorm.

Charlie started unbuttoning my blouse, sliding his hands over my bra-covered breasts, squeezing and teasing, making me gasp and shudder as my nipples sprang up and chafed inside the cups of my bra.

I jumped off him, yanking down my jeans and thong, pulling off my top and sliding out of my bra. Charlie squirmed on the couch as he slid his jeans and jockey shorts off, to sit there naked, grinning like a pumpkin, his erection standing up straight, pulsing in time to his heartbeat, the head already an angry reddish-purple, shiny and menacing. I climbed back on his lap, my knees on either side of him, his cock sandwiched between us, and I could feel the heat radiating from it as it was jammed against my midriff. Charlie groped and squeezed my bum, tickling my anus, running his hands up and down my back as he kissed my lips and licked, sucked and nibbled my nipples, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to send little shocks through me. I reciprocated by rubbing my belly against his cock, rolling the meaty column from side to side between us, and then up and down, pumping it between us, making him groan even as he licked and sucked my breasts.

My pussy was moistening at a rate of knots, Charlie's fingers on, and in, my arse definitely helping, so it was with relief I knelt-up when he asked me, allowing him to push his cock down so I could shuffle over it, and slowly guide it into me, impaling myself on that huge column of flesh, with me now controlling the speed of penetration, working it into myself until I was full up to the hilt with his cock. Charlie was holding my waist tightly, his arms wrapped around me, licking my nipples and murmuring "Oh yeah, Oh yeah, that's amazing, Oh God, yes," the constriction in my pussy obviously giving him a lot of pleasure. Now I began a slow rise, and fall, squeezing and relaxing my pussy muscles on his cock, doing all the work, me fucking him for a change. I kept up the rhythm, slowly increasing the speed as I saw the flush rising in his face, and felt the muscular twitches in his cock as he strove to hold back, his heartbeat thudding in his chest, and his soft murmurs "Oh...Oh...Ohhh!" as he neared the point of no return. I was feeling the same thing; the slow, insistent rub of our stomachs against each other and the feel of my clitoris rubbing against his pubic hair as I rose and fell on him was making all kinds of sensations run and chase through me, my own release building, until, at last, it was too much for me. As my orgasm rolled over and through me, Charlie gave a long, garbled gasp, his cock going rigid and pulsing as his sperm boiled out, bathing my insides again, jet after jet of hot, virile spunk flooding into me, his balls emptying into my rippling vagina.

I slumped over onto him, head spinning with the aftermath, Charlie holding me upright as he nuzzled and gently licked and lapped at my nipples, gently squeezing and moulding my bum-cheeks, and kissing and cuddling me in the afterglow.

"You are so hot, Lu, don't ever stop doing this to me!" he breathed. I grinned back at him. "Baby-boy, I love doing the Belly-Rub with you, try and stop me!" Charlie smiled and pulled me in for some more kissing and fondling, working off his adrenaline high, damping himself down for later.

Eventually, I had to get off him, so once again, he held a towel under me as I dismounted, the spunk pouring out of me in a slick sticky puddle, and once again I wondered where the hell he got this from; I decided he must have a prostate the size of a cannonball to hold that much spunk! I wouldn't be at all surprised if I did get pregnant, with the amount of baby-maker he was pumping into me, pill or no, and the thought made me feel all tingly inside for a second.

I dashed upstairs for a quick shower, draped a robe over myself, and went back to finish off dinner. Again, Charlie and I ate in the kitchen; it felt more intimate than the dining room or in front of the TV. Luckily I had roasted a whole leg of lamb; Charlie ate nearly all of it. "Slow down, stud," I joked, "you'll give yourself a hernia!"

Charlie just kept forking lamb into his mouth, chewing blissfully and smiling happily, so I guessed Rosemary-roasted lamb with mint sauce is a bit of a rarity in Afghanistan.

After dinner, we sat on the couch, pretending to watch TV, Charlie cuddling me as he absent-mindedly squeezed and fondled my bum-cheeks, every now and then pulling me to him for an extended kissing session, almost as though he was reassuring himself that I was really there. At last, I managed to decoy him to lie down on the couch, so I could lie next to him with my arms around him, allowing me to seriously kiss and tease him, run my hands over his bulging crotch, squeezing and pressing, and rub my mons against the big cock I knew was lurking down there.

Charlie got the hint, pulling open my robe to suck and chew on my nipples, never hurting or nipping me, keeping them stimulated as a rush of warmth emanated from them and grounded in my pussy, which began twitching as I became more and more aroused. Charlie slid his hand down to my pussy, running his finger up and down the outside of my slit, teasing, tormenting, making me want him more and more.

I grabbed his belt and undid it, forcing his jeans down so he could kick them off, likewise his shorts, and tugged his shirt off, leaving him naked as I was, his amazing cock rearing up threateningly, ready for me.

My pussy was seeping lubricant, and I could smell my excitement, as could my darling boy-soldier, so he reared over me, holding himself on his hands while I aimed his lovely cock at my slit, and he slowly lowered himself gently but inexorably into my wet pussy. As before, the sensation of this huge meat pole ramming into me was breath-taking, and I began to gasp and writhe as he slowly pulled it out, to slide it in again, and again. I was in a world of my own, calling out his name, pulling him close to kiss and taste him, wrapping my legs around him as he rammed that thing into me over and over again, until at last I could take it no more, and my orgasm burst on me, making me shudder with the intensity of the release. As I came, I clamped down on his cock, the pressure making Charlie come in a burst of great pounding strokes, the spunk jetting into me and bathing the inside of my pussy with his heat. At last, his cock stopped spurting, and he collapsed to lie on top of me, his enormous weight on his elbows and a satisfied smile on his face. He opened his eyes to see me looking up at him, and kissed me, long and deeply, while I twined my fingers in his hair.
"Lu, call Lorna, let's do it, shall we?" he grinned, "I want to see two hot blondes fuck each other, then fuck me; you up for that, Lu-Lu? You sure you're OK with it?"

For answer I kissed him again, and clenched my pussy muscles around his still hard cock.

"Does that answer your question, you horny little bugger?" I teased him, and Charlie's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Once again, as he pulled out, sperm drained out of me, saturating my robe. Charlie swabbed and mopped my whole crotch area, paying special attention to my anus, rubbing it slowly and sensually, obviously looking for a second-round replay. I had to regretfully hold him off, my fanny felt like it had been sand-blasted, and right now I wanted nothing more than to climb into a hot-tub and soothe my stretched holes a little! After an extended period of kissing, holding and fondling, I left to have my treat while Charlie stretched-out in front of the TV, a cold beer in his hand, watching a film that seemed to involve mostly explosions and cars.

I luxuriated in the tub for almost an hour, the spa setting turned up high, letting the water jets pummel and massage me, until I decided I was refreshed enough, and hopped out and dried off, to stretch on the bed, basking in the relaxation I so desperately needed after being salvo-humped by Charlie for 2 days.

At last, composed and relaxed enough, I called Lorna.

"Lor, Lu here, I spoke with Charlie, so you can probably guess what his answer was!" Lorna laughed that especially dirty laugh she had always done so well, and replied "Did you tell him I gave you a lick and a promise?" I laughed, and told her his reaction, making her giggle as well.

"Lu, I meant it, I do want to fuck Charlie again, but I want to fuck you as well, have wanted to for years, I can't wait to get my fingers inside your cunny and lick you out while Laughing-boy watches!"

I felt a tingle and a warm glow in my pussy, and my hand slid down to rub my suddenly throbbing slit as Lorna talked dirty to me. I felt a little shock of surprise at her confessing that she wanted to do me, up until this morning I had never thought of her in that way, nor picked up that vibe from her. Now, I wanted to roll around with her, get my fingers and tongue inside her as well. I think it showed in my suddenly heavier breathing; Lorna knew she was heating me up, now she turned up the heat.

"Lu, I want to rub your pussy, and suck your fabulous tits, bite your nipples and stick my tongue in your arse, see if it tastes as sweet as I've always imagined, and I want you to play with my cunny while I do it, do you hear me, Lu? You and I are going to give Charlie a show to stretch his cock, I promise! How would you like to suck my cunny and I'll suck yours while Charlie fucks my arse? You can watch his cock pound me while I eat you, does that get you hot?" I was frigging myself for all I was worth now, Lorna's imagery filling my head while her voice, soft and seductive, led me on. I suddenly realised I was having phone-sex with another girl, and the thought was so erotic, so hot, that I began to feel an orgasm building, making me gasp and sweat as Lorna carried on, describing what she and Charlie were going to do to me, in minute detail, until, suddenly, my orgasm blazed up inside me, sweeping through like a thunderclap, making me cry out in release, shuddering and writhing.

Lorna was still talking, low and seductively in my ear. "There Lu, does that feel good, did you come for me, like my good little fuck-slut? I am going to have such fun with that body of yours; I am going to fuck you like my own fuck-toy, make you call my name, make you mine, and make you want me again and again, do you want that? I'm going to wear you out, and make you beg for more, fuck all your holes and leave you begging, demanding that I fuck you some more, will you do that for me?

"Yes, yes, oh God, yesss!" I gasped out, pussy clenching as my orgasm flared and ebbed, and flared again as she goaded me on to more and higher peaks. At last, with a loud gasp, I came like I had never come before when I masturbated, wave after wave of pleasure rolled into my pussy, making it clench and convulse, fluttering like a bird against a screen-door. Finally, I collapsed in exhaustion, my orgasm's dying away as I came down from that place, Lorna still talking softly in my ear. "There Lu, was that so bad? You and I are going to have a fucking great time tomorrow! Oh, and I meant what I said about fucking you to a standstill; we're going to give that poor boy the cock-tease of his life; he won't know what's hit him!" I giggled weakly, and Laura also giggled. "Honestly Lu, you are such a peach, when I felt you up, it felt like you had a lovely girly cunny, not some overstretched twat like a wizard's sleeve! Honestly, Darling, we should have done this years ago; looks like we'll have to make up for lost time tomorrow!"

It finally registered what she was saying. "Tomorrow?" I asked, a little breathlessly. "Tomorrow" said Lorna, "I can't wait any longer! After I left you, I was so hot for the idea I went and grabbed Gerry out of rowing training and took him back to mine. For the last 6 hours he's been pumping my cunny and arse like I was moving abroad! No kidding, Sweetie, my bum feels like someone's hammered a gate-post up it!"

I laughed out loud, calmed down after such a buffeting, and said to Lorna "Get here about 6-ish then, we can make a night of it, suit you?" Lorna agreed, and added, "I've got a few little girly things to wear, I think Charlie would appreciate them, I'll bring a few, see if we can find one we can lever those lovely big tits of yours into! I laughed, and said "Lor, I want to talk to you first, tomorrow, before we get into in, about Charlie and I, find a way to go forward. I need your sneaky, devious little brain to work on it with me, maybe put something together so we can all benefit."

I hung up, smiling, completely relaxed after my mind-blowing orgasm, wondering what I'd let myself in for, knowing Lorna and her inventive streak.

"Hi there, was it nice?" said a voice from behind me, and I spun round to see Charlie looking at me, one eyebrow raised, a devilish grin playing around his lips.

"How...how long have you been there?" I asked him a little guiltily.

"Long enough, Lu-Lu" he grinned, "you're not exactly discreet when you wank, you know!"

"Charlie, do you mind, it was..." I began, as his grin broadened. "It's OK, Lu-Lu, Lorna's a hottie, and she's just getting you primed for tomorrow; But, I have you for myself tonight! Are you still worked-up enough for me?"

For answer I pulled him down to me, kissing his face, his lips, while I tugged at his jeans and rubbed his crotch, feeling the sizeable package coiled up in there like a bar of spring-steel. He slipped his jeans down, and pulled his shirt over his head, standing there in his boxers, the front of them tented nicely. I took hold of him through the thin material, squeezing and sizing him, looking into his eyes as I licked my lips, feeling his cock harden and thrum with blood as it engorged even further.

"Lu...!" he began, and I responded by tugging his shorts down, freeing his monster cock for another look at my favourite plaything. Charlie moved closer to me, my hand around his cock drawing him in to me, my pussy beginning to twitch as I savoured what I was holding. Charlie slid onto the bed next to me, dipping his head down to lick and suckle at my nipples, his hands slipping around my hips to pull me in so he could explore my bum, kneading and moulding the flesh, pulling them apart to open and close my anus in a very sexy and erotic way. With one hand still clamped around (just!) his cock, I slid my other down to start teasing and rubbing at my slit again, the lips still parted from my recent activity, sliding one, then two fingers inside myself, pumping my pussy as I rubbed and frigged my clitoris.

He left off nibbling and biting my nipples, to kiss his way down my body, from the valley between my breasts to just above my slit, stopping to inhale my scent, before sliding his tongue down to lap gently at my clitoris, his hands under my buttocks pushing me up to meet his tongue, one finger sliding in and out of my bum hole. I continued pumping my pussy with one hand, squeezing and jacking his cock with the other, squirming as the barrage of sensations rolled through me.

Charlie began licking and kissing my mons, around my labia, and darting his tongue inside me, his stabbing motions in counterpoint to my pumping fingers, before kissing me back up my abdomen, to my breasts, to my neck and shoulders, and finally to my lips. He kissed me long and deeply, before moving to hover over me, his cock prodding at my pussy, bouncing against my pumping hand. I moved my hand away from my pussy, and guided him in, breathing in a long sigh of fulfilment as his cock glided into me, filling me, stretching me, my vaginal walls moulding themselves around his girth. He moved his hands from my bum to the small of my back, pushing me up to meet his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him wildly, he kissing me back no less forcefully, his cock pumping inside me. The delicious friction of my clitoris rubbing and grinding against his wiry pubic hair was exquisite, mini-orgasms flitting through me as he pumped and I humped, he never once stopping from kissing me lovingly, his strong hands pressing me against him, holding me close as we rode each other to our mutual climax, my legs wrapped around his solid, muscular waist, pulling him into me even as he pumped into me. The end, when it came, was explosive. My orgasm hit me like a train, the sensation roaring through me in a welter of sensations, vaginal walls convulsing and gripping his massive cock as it ploughed into me, making him groan and redouble his efforts, thrusting into me for all he was worth. Suddenly, he began to gasp and hitch. "OH GOD, OH GOD, OOOHHHH GOOODDD, FUCKING CHRIST, LU, OOHHH GOD, LU, I LOVE YOU...," roaring as he came, his spunk jetting into me, bathing my womb with his body heat, his warmth pumping into me as the rippling walls of my cunt sucked and squeezed at him, milking every last drop out of his pulsating cock.

At last it was over, he was sucked dry, my orgasm dwindling away to leave me almost unconscious with ecstasy, my body on its own natural high, easing me into a wonderfully relaxed state. I had never climaxed like that with any of my admittedly few lovers before, and the afterglow only served to magnify the rush of love and feelings I had for this beautiful man.

Charlie was still over me, keeping his weight off me, and I opened my eyes to smile up at him, touching his face, his eyelids, tracing the line of his jaw, rubbing my thumbs across his eyebrows, and slipping my finger into his mouth for him to suck and lick. My love for him threatened to burst my heart, it was surging so strong, and all I wanted to do, for the rest of my life, was look up and see that lovely smile and those beautiful eyes first thing in the morning and the last thing at night.

"Thank you, baby-boy" I murmured, and he gave me that melting smile, saying "Thank YOU, Lucy, my beautiful big sister!"

I ran my fingers lightly over his face again, exploring him with my fingertips, avoiding his lips as he tried to catch them, and pulled him down onto me, to kiss him deeply, lovingly, as only a lover could do. I was no longer his sister, and would never again think of myself as such.

"Baby-boy, I want to have your baby, and when we make a baby, can we do it like that?" I whispered into his lips. His eyes glowed vivid, sea-green as he answered me. "Lu, I want so much to make babies with you, however, and whenever, you want. I love you, Beautiful Girl!"

I turned away as tears of happiness rolled out of my eyes, Charlie dipping down to catch them on his tongue, saying "Even your tears are sweet, Lu-Lu!", making me smile, making me love him even more.

I wanted to sleep now; two raging orgasms in quick succession had left me wiped out, so Charlie withdrew, with the usual towel at the ready as spunk cascaded, and I mean cascaded, out of me. I thought of how quickly I would fall pregnant once I came off the pill, with all that spunk being cannoned into me, the thought giving me a deep warm glow, now I knew exactly how Charlie felt. I could only hope Lorna could come up with a suitably devious scheme to keep Charlie safe and let us remain together.

But I couldn't sleep; something inside me was ticking, and now it made itself felt. My happiness at having him here with me at last, the emotional residue of two years of fear for him, and my guilt were all still echoing in me, and now the smell and nearness of him was making me think of his need for me, and how, when he'd needed me the most, I wasn't there for him. I was still emotionally fragile from yesterday, and the heart-bursting intensity of my love for him, my sorrow and guilt over my abandonment of him, my lack of simple faith in his love and need for me, all suddenly combined to outline for me one simple fact; I had abandoned this sweet boy, I had left him to his fate, all the guilt and remorse over what I'd done welling up and swamping me, tears bursting out with harsh and bitter intensity, hot and shameful, expressing a guilt that words were not sufficient to describe.

Charlie stared at me in shock, and hugged me close. "Lu-Lu, what's the matter, why are you crying, what's happened?"

I could only hold him as I cried for all the days I had lost with him, all the days he'd waited to die alone, thinking I didn't care, all the comfort I should have given him, my need for him so great, and my fear of his loss so unspeakable that words wouldn't come. All I knew was that Charlie may have forgiven me, loved me, wiped it from his mind, but I couldn't; I had come so near to losing him that my heart had almost stopped with the shock of it, and I couldn't forgive myself for leaving him to think he was alone. All the might-have-beens queued up to tear at me, one after another, beating at me with hands sharp with blame and guilt for my desertion of my beautiful boy, and I cried for the loss and loneliness he had endured, until I could cry no more. Charlie, concern burning in his lambent emerald eyes, held me close in his lap, hugging me like a baby, rocking me, comforting me with his nearness and touch, letting me reassure myself that, for now at least, he was here, and he was safe, and he was mine. I pulled myself close to him, whispering my love for him, asking his forgiveness all over again. Charlie's lips and gentle hands, his soft fingers forgave me all over again, making me want him with a fresh rush of love, shocking in its intensity. His arms held me close, enfolding me in his love, and I burrowed down into him, taking shelter in his love and concern, listening to his soft voice rumble in his chest as he soothed me, calmed me, made me quiet again.

We awoke together a few hours later, my head clear and lucid, Charlie wide awake in an instant, concern and worry flooding over his face as he held me close, looking into my eyes, his poor face stained with tears I hadn't heard, making me love him even more than I already did, if that was possible.

"Lu-Lu, are you OK, you had me really worried there." he said, smoothing my hair away from my face, kissing me gently on my face, my lips, my forehead, the tip of my nose. "Was it something I did? Whatever it was, I'm sorry, I won't ever make you cry again, I promise, I swear to God. Lu, please don't cry anymore!" he whispered, almost in tears himself, his sweet face twisted in anguish and guilt, as though he'd done something wrong!

"You didn't do anything, baby-boy, "I reassured him, unable to look him in the eyes, "I'm still not over yesterday, what I found out yesterday. I promised you then I would never leave you again, and I never will. It just hit me last night just how much I have to make up to you, what I owe you for the things I said and did. I don't deserve you, you sweet, sweet boy, and I wonder how you can be so forgiving, so ready to love and forgive me, when I did such unforgiveable things to you, the only man I love. I really, truly don't deserve you, and I have to learn how to forgive myself, really forgive myself. Will you help me?"

Charlie looked at me levelly, holding my face the better to look directly into my eyes. "Lu, there's nothing to forgive, ever. All else is forgotten. The past has gone, things have changed between us, and all this...this stuff, means nothing anymore. You have to let it go, because it means nothing. Now it's you and me, starting out again, OK? Life part two, Chapter One."

How did my little brother get to be so wise?

To show me he meant it, he pulled me up to him, kissing me without groping of fondling me, his kiss soft, gentle and loving, expressing in action the words he had said from his heart, letting me know that we were sealing a pact, making a deal, joining ourselves to each other in a partnership that was for the rest of our lives, both of us together from now on. I understood all of this in a flash, returning his kiss no less lovingly, letting him know that I had let go what had distressed me most, and that I would not go there again. We kissed and touched each other, starting as we meant to go on, completely absorbed in and enjoying every little aspect of each other, features, physique, scent, sound of our breathing together, as though we were newly-met. I looked into Charlie's beautiful eyes, a pure and vivid green like summer grass, green crystals, stained glass with the sun behind it, touching and examining every line and plane of his face, wondering at his sudden smile, the boy showing through from behind the man he'd become, committing this moment to memory. Charlie leaned in to kiss me again, hardening as his need for me grew, and I could feel myself moistening, my lubricant flowing as the erotic charge grew, as the acts of holding and touching transformed into caressing and fondling, lips and tongues replacing hands and fingertips, kisses becoming wilder and harder, lips pressed together as our tongues fenced and danced inside the other's mouth. Charlie broke our kiss to run his hands over me, sliding them down to my buttocks and pulling them apart, making my anus gape lewdly, making me gasp and rub my cunt hard against his erect cock, frigging myself against him, smiling at him in invitation. He raised up over me, his distended cock hanging between us, and I grasped it, aiming it for him, and groaning in satisfaction as he slowly sank into me, sliding himself into me up to the hilt. He rested there, giving me time to get used to it all over again, feeling his pulse in the flesh embedded in me, and then the slow withdrawal, the delightful friction as he slowly pushed back in, speeding up as I bucked and rammed my hips against him, grinding my clitoris against him as he penetrated and withdrew, sawing his cock in and out of me, until, at last, my orgasm broke, lights chasing though my head as tremors of pleasure chased through my body, finally crying out loud in release, the blood roaring in my ears and my heart almost bursting with the intensity of it.

As I came down, I realised Charlie was still rock hard, hadn't come yet, was waiting to see what I wanted to do. I signalled him to withdraw, and placed my hands under my knees, pulling my legs up as far as I could, offering my anus to my sweet boy. Charlie's eyes danced as he accepted my offer, placing his swollen cockhead into the entrance to my anus, and, looking into my eyes, began pushing his cock into my arse, sliding it in slowly as the ring stretched to accommodate his girth, watching my face for signs of pain or discomfort, but all I wanted was this giant cock in my arse, pumping me until he came. Charlie slid his cock all the way in, and began pumping me, dropping to his elbows, his hands under my back, supporting my pelvis as I dropped my legs down to put my feet flat on the bed, lifting my pelvis to pump back as Charlie thrust into me. He dropped his head down to kiss me, and the eroticism of the moment was so powerful, the feeling of fulfilment so complete, that I felt myself coming again, waves and ripples running though my vagina, transmitting to my anal tube, clamping down on Charlie's cock, and I watched his eyes as he came in me, closing to slits with a green glitter behind hooded lids in the intensity of his climax, jets of hot spunk splashing into me, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied into me.
Charlie held himself completely still for a few more moments, the pulse in his throat slowing as he regained control, his breathing slowing as his climax passed, to finally dip down and kiss me once, softly, before disengaging, placing the towel to catch the sperm as it poured out of me, then tenderly wiping me off, as always.
I smiled up at him, and said, for what felt like the first time, "I love you, Baby-Boy!" Charlie kissed me gently, again, and replied "and I love you too, Blondie!" then gathered me in, spooning me to wrap his arms around me, tucking me into himself, warm, safe and untroubled, as his strong heartbeat rocked me to sleep.
I woke the next morning refreshed, light-hearted, the emotional wrack and flotsam finally washed away, to the sound of the shower in my bathroom, and the sight of Charlie stepping out, hair wet and curly, moisture droplets running down his chest, and my immediate thought was; 'phwoaarr! What a babe!' Charlie looked over and saw me looking at him, smiled and blew me a kiss as he wrapped a towel around his waist and began lathering his face for his shave. I lay back and listened to him, the quiet sound of his razor swishing down his face, humming something under his breath as he shaved, restful, domestic sounds. He came out of the bathroom, grinned at me, and sat down on the bed, leaning down to kiss me good morning, and whisper to me to go back to sleep, he'd call me for breakfast. I wanted him for breakfast, the sight of him naked and dripping wet had hiked my libido up several points, and his kissing me and groping my bum through the duvet wasn't helping. Eventually, he slid his hand under the covers and stroked my pussy, making me squirm and giggle, and I could see thoughts of breakfast disappearing from his head, being replaced by thoughts of something else entirely, but I held out. We had a big night ahead of us, and I wanted him fully-loaded.


Chapter-3
I was on tenterhooks. Lorna and I were going to double-team Charlie, my brother, make a fantasy come true for him, and the anticipation had been drilling away at me all day. My tummy was fluttering, I was distracted, nervous, excited. Charlie was no better off. He'd blithely agreed to be completely hands-off, no touching, no kissing, groping, goodie-grabbing, nothing, to make the experience all that more rewarding. And that included touching ourselves as well; so no self-stimulation. At all. Uh, Uh, no way, hands off, verboten. So we'd spent the day talking, pretending to watch TV, always at opposite ends of the couch, not even in touching distance. I wanted him keyed-up, champing at the bit, his balls full of what I craved the most; his potent baby-seed. Over the last two days, he'd sprayed enough of it into me to impregnate a tribe of amazons, and I wanted to give him time to distil some more, top up his reserves of what he filled me with so freely and copiously.

Now Charlie was pacing around like a caged panther, with an expression on his face that said it all. He'd agreed to my conditions knowing it was going to make the showdown that much more enjoyable, but he was clearly regretting it now that he'd had time to stew a little. Perversely, I was loving watching him sweat, knowing he was in such discomfort because he wanted only me, that he wanted nothing but to fuck the living daylights out of me, pump me full of spunk, and then turn round and do it all over again. He was pacing around, and I was watching him, a little smile on my lip, there for no other reason than to torment him, keep him keyed-up, concentrate his mind on what was coming, no pun intended! At last, he flopped down next to me. I immediately pushed him away.

"Charlie, we agreed! Now you go and sit over there, away from me. Just think, it'll all be worth it, I promise you, but you have to have patience; now go!"

He was inclined to be obstinate, try a little wheedling. "Just one hug, Lu-Lu, please, I'm going berserk here, just one kiss, what do you say, come on...!"

I leaned over him, lips almost touching his, looking into his eyes, hand hovering over his crotch...and gave him a hard 'ginger-flick' across the tip of his erection outlined clearly through his jeans, making him jump up and cradle himself.

"OWW, Lu that really hurt, Lu, what the f...!" I cut him short, smiling sweetly. "Charlie, we agreed. If you want to fuck my best friend and me, you wait for it, you know it'll be worth it! Now go and read a book, 'cos it looks like little Charlie over there just lost interest! And keep your hands out of your pants!" He stalked out of the room, trying to look injured, when he knew full well that when he was fully on the colin he could chop logs with it.

I was in no better a state, but at least I didn't have an unruly erection to deal with, so I could afford to wait it out, outwardly calm, at least. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait too much longer; the phone rang, it was Lorna.

"Lu, just on the High Street now, picking up a few things, be with you 2-3 minutes. Forgot to ask, could you get Charlie to move all the mattresses off the beds and lay them side by side in one of the bedrooms – we're going to need a nicely padded playroom! That's all, see ya shortly, got a surprise as well, plus we'll slope off, have that little chat you mentioned earlier. Nice talking, go to go now, Kiss-Kiss!" She rang off.

I hadn't actually said a word, but that was Lorna, talking ten to the dozen. I went and found Charlie, sprawled on my bed, idly flicking through the satellite channels. His eyes lit up when I stepped in the room, more so when I told him Lorna would be arriving soon, and relayed her instructions. With the prospect of unloading at last finally looming large, he was more than happy to lug mattresses around and prepare our playroom, so I left him to it and went down to wait for Lorna.

Soon enough, the doorbell rang, and I opened it to see Lorna and a tall, well-built, handsome boy with glasses, grey eyes and softly golden hair. I hustled them in, and Lorna made the introductions. "Lu, this is my baby brother, Gerry. Gerry, meet Lucy, and that's Charlie over there. Both boys looked each other up and down, and grinned widely, breaking the ice nicely.

"Now that's everybody nice and friendly, let me explain" started Lorna. "Gerry's not going to be joining in, but he's dying to see what happens, so he's going to be leading the cheering section; don't let his boyish looks fool you, he's over 21, I'm not a complete pervert, you know!

"Charlie, this is all for you, so appropriate appreciation is expected, got it?" Charlie nodded, smiling as Gerry nodded as well, a big happy grin on his face.

"Good, now you boys be good, have a beer or something, big sisters have to talk a while. See you shortly." That said, Lorna pulled me upstairs, lugging a small suitcase into the spare bedroom, where she sat down on the bed frame, and motioned me to sit next to her.

"Right Lu, I know what this is about, and I've come up with a couple of scenarios that might work, and a couple that definitely won't, just so you know what the possible downsides are going to be, and give you food for thought." She ticked off of her fingers.

"One. You change your name, and marry Charlie under your new name. Won't work though, the registrar of marriages will need to see the change of name deed poll document to confirm you are who you say you are; outcome? Plan collapses, you go directly to jail do not pass go, do not collect £200, Charlie gets court-martialled, disaster all round.

"Two. You and I swap identities, I give you all my papers, you give me all yours, then I become you and marry Gerry, have babies, ditto you and Charlie, all happy ever after. Won't work. Unless you follow the 400 mile rule, too many people round here, in the district, not just the villages, know you as you, your business is in your name, your clients know who you are, and I doubt you want to restart your life in some god-forsaken hamlet in the Scottish Highlands, plan collapses, go to jail etcetera."

"Three. I marry Charlie, you marry Gerry, we sell-up our respective properties and buy one large house together, you can arrange that, it's your business after all, split it down the middle, suitably modified, of course. Charlie lives with you in your half, Gerry lives with me in mine, no-one's suspicions are raised, as I'll be Mrs. Manville, you'll be Mrs. Boscombe when visitors come calling, and, with just a tiny bit of luck, we both get to live with the man of our dreams, with no-one knowing what's really going on.

Your business is local to here, but it doesn't mean you have to live above the shop, as it were, so if you relocate your home 40-50 miles from here, no-one is ever going to be any the wiser."

"Getting married, now, that's problematic; probably not possible, but not a serious problem; if and when we have babies, we just register them under our existing surnames, their father will have the same surname as their mother on the their birth certificates, just no marriage certificates anywhere to raise awkward questions; after all, there's no requirement to notify the registrar when you register the baby's birth whether or not you're married to the baby's father, and with the surname of the father being the same as yours, the registrar's free to assume you are, you just don't tell him any different. All the registrar will need is some evidence you are who you say you are, passport and driver's license are sufficient. So you and I, we just let people in the new village we live in assume we're married to our boys, without ever confirming or denying anything; to add a little distance, we have our babies in a different county, when the babies are born, we each register them under the boys' names in that county, safer to use one of their middle names, they are still their legal names, after all, and with a bit of verbal sleight of hand, a little bit of Find the Lady, we should be able to pull this off!"

I sat for a few moments, thinking about what she'd said, trying to find any flaws in her logic. It was going to be tricky, need some fancy footwork, but it was possible. Maybe we could make this work! Then, a thought struck me; Charlie. How were we going to get him out of Afghanistan and harm's way? Lorna seemed quite chipper about it.

"Don't worry Lu, plans are afoot; my 'uncle' at the Joint Chiefs is taking me to dinner tomorrow, at a secluded country hotel, where I've led him to think he's going to play around in my pants; what's actually going to happen is illegal, immoral, twisted, and just plain wrong, but I think it will yank poor Charlie out of that place in jig-time, believe me. I'll say no more, the less you know, the less MI6 can get out of you if it goes tits-up!" she finished with a sly grin.

I listened to this wide-eyed, suddenly awash with love for Lorna for the risks she was prepared to take for my Charlie, and grabbed and kissed her full-on, tongues and all. Lorna responded no less eagerly, holding me close as we kissed and tasted each other, hands roaming over each other's bodies, touching, squeezing, rubbing, cupping.

At last we broke, Lorna grinning broadly at me. "I always knew you were a closet bi, Lu! Later, I promise you! Now, I know we were planning on playing a little dress-up, so here's something I think will fit you, make Charlie's eyes pop a little!" So saying, , she flipped open the case to reveal a mass of frilly, shiny and silky things, pulling out a red satin and fishnet stretch teddy, and a matching lace garter belt. Lorna picked out a black silk bustiere and matching black micro panties. Lorna helped me hook and button myself in, finding me a pair of sheer red stockings to top off the outfit, together with my red stilettos. Lorna looked fabulous in her shiny black ensemble, with sheer hold-up black stockings and black platform stilettos, the black contrasting wonderfully with her pale skin and bright golden hair, while my red outfit matched my strawberry blonde colouration. Once we were satisfied with the look, we went into the designated playroom to check all was ready. Once in there, we put some fresh sheets on the mattresses, dug out all the towels, pillows and cushions we could find, dimmed the lights and we were set. Next, we brushed out our hair, and decided on our next move. Lorna made it. I was still feeling a little odd, being effectively naked with another girl, somewhere I hadn't been since the gym showers in school, but Lorna moved behind me, sliding her hands over my breasts to play with my nipples through the material of the teddy, delicious friction on them. It felt so good, and as I turned my head she darted her head down to kiss me, squeezing my breasts even more, pulling on my nipples, making me gasp. Lorna moved her hand down to my tummy, her finger circling my navel, gently scratching at my tummy, making Goosebumps pop up all over me, making me shiver deliciously. Her hand progressed lower, brushing my pussy, then moving over it more firmly, pressing with all her fingertips as she kissed and nibbled my neck and shoulders, one finger finally sliding inside the teddy and parting my lips to gently rub and caress my clitoris, alternating with dipping into my cunt and back out again. The sensation was delicious, so different to when Charlie did it, Lorna doing to me what she obviously loved having doing to herself, knowing exactly where to rub, where to caress. I turned to face her, dropping down to my knees, Lorna following me down, and now it was my turn to slide my hand inside the sexy little panties, to rub and tease her pussy as we kissed gently, erotically, tongue-tips fencing as we tasted each other. Lorna's hand slipped round to cup and squeeze my buttock, her hand working away between my thighs, me returning the favour, feeling and pinching lightly at her taut buttock as I rubbed and frigged her. She pulled away, pulling me down to lie next to her, her head dipping to suck and gently bite my nipples through the material of the teddy as she smoothed her hands over me, popping the press-stud at my crotch to expose my pussy, rubbing and caressing, the pressure light enough to send a shiver through me, firm enough to set my nerve-endings tingling.

Lorna moved down from my breasts, kissing her way down my abdomen, her tongue-tip just teasing at the very front of my slit, above the hood of my engorged clitoris. She now moved between my thighs, slowly and gently kissing along my thigh, moving ever closer to my slit, until, at last, her tongue lapped at my labia, dipped into my pussy, licked and rubbed at my clitoris, lapping at my crotch, teasing my perineum, stabbing lightly at my anus, making me jump and quiver at the feather-light touches. I was moaning and gasping every time she touched my clitoris, and she must have realised I was near to climaxing, because she lapped me with her tongue in long strokes, from my anus to my clitoris, lightly rubbing at it while she slowly worked a finger into my anus, and then pumping it and out in time to the little stabbing licks at my clitoris. The barrage of sensation was finally too much for me, overloading me, and I climaxed in a series of sobbing gasps, shocks and tremors running through my body as she continued to stab at my clitoris with her tongue, finally surrendering to a bow-wave of sensation as she rammed her tongue into my arse as hard as she could, causing one last final tremor to roll through me, before collapsing, twitching and shuddering as my orgasm burned itself through me and died away.

"We have company, sweetie" murmured Lorna, lying next to me, nuzzling my neck, my ears, licking my lips, smoothing my hair away before kissing me long and deeply. I glanced up, and there were Charlie and Gerry leaning in the door way, smiling as they watched Lorna caress and kiss me.

"Charlie!" she smiled. "We were just warming up, come and join us!"

Charlie already had his shirt off; he dropped his jeans and pulled down his boxers to stand there, his excitement evident. Lorna's eyes sparkled. "Oh yes, I remember this bit!" she breathed, reaching up and taking his hand to pull him down to join us. He pulled Lorna up to her knees, holding her to him, kissing her long and hard, his hands roaming over her, renewing his sense-memory of her, sliding his hands into her panties, pushing them down over her thighs, squeezing and moulding her buttocks, running his hands up and along her flanks, cupping and squeezing her breasts protruding over the half-cups of the bustiere, and holding her away so he could dip down to lick and nibble her nipples. Lorna closed her eyes, her neck and cheeks flushing as the attention notched-up her arousal, Charlie returning to kiss her as he rubbed her pussy, then sliding a hand down her back to circle her anus with a finger, slowly sliding it in, her eyes opening wide as he pushed his finger in all the way, and pumped it as she groped and squeezed his cock.

Charlie turned Lorna to face me, and I shuffled up to her on my knees, kissing her hard, clamping my lips on her mouth, sliding my hands around her waist and down to her bottom, fondling and weighing the firm globes, and pulling them apart as he reared up behind her, his hands moving round to clasp her breasts, the nipples between his fingers. I felt his cock slide up into her bum cleft. Lorna's eyes widened and she hissed into my mouth as Charlie pushed his massive cock into her bum hole, one long, slow thrust. I dropped my hands from her bum, concentrating on playing with her pussy, rubbing and frigging her as we kissed, my free hand twirling and lightly rubbing the tips of her nipples, fencing my tongue with hers, tasting and probing her mouth as I probed her slit, gently rubbing and teasing her clitoris. Charlie began a slow pumping motion, sliding his cock in and out of her bum, me thrusting my hand against her, rubbing her cunt as Charlie pumped into her arse. Lorna pulled me in to kiss me back, hard, lips and tongue fluttering against mine as she slid one finger, then two, into my wet pussy, pumping me as I pumped her. Her other hand slid round to rub and tease my anus, making me gasp into her mouth, eyes opening wide as she slid her finger into my arse, both her hands now working at me as I pumped her cunt and squeezed her nipples. Neither of us could take this for long, Lorna and I began to whimper in time to our three-way thrusting, her moans and gasps becoming more pronounced, her breathing getting faster, synchronised with mine, until, with a series of louder and louder groans, culminating in a shattering scream, Lorna climaxed, her pussy fluttering against my hand, her hands pistoning into me, setting off my own orgasm, screaming in release as Lorna shuddered against me, her hands still buried in my arse and pussy. Eventually she slumped against me, kissing me as we both climbed down, both rocking in time to Charlie pistoning his cock into her backside, until "Oooh Fuck....OOHHH Fuck, OOOHHH YEESS, YES, YES, OH GOD, YESS....!" he came, Lorna gasping as he shot his spunk inside her arse, making her orgasm again, sobbing with the intensity of it.

We all collapsed in a heap, Charlie still embedded in Lorna, still rock hard, still twitching, making her murmur in the aftershock of such a volcanic orgasm, almost comatose with adrenaline reaction. I was no less dazed by what we'd done, tails of orgasm still chasing and thrilling though me. Eventually I thought to look around, and Gerry, moving from his perch on the bed frame, handed me a towel with a big, sweet grin, and sat back down, obviously waiting for act two, although I did notice a sizeable bulge in the front of his jeans.

At last Lorna moved, making to disengage from Charlie, and I handed her the towel, she placing it as Charlie's cock popped out of her, sperm absolutely gushing out of her to puddle on the towel. I helped her wipe off and clean up, then she leaned over and kissed Charlie soundly, whispering "Thank you, Charlie-my-darling; you're still my baby-boy, too!"

At my quizzical look she explained; Charlie had been a virgin when she got to him, she'd popped his cherry, the first virgin boy she'd ever had, which was why she still had such an enduring soft spot for him. I was just glad she loved my brother so much, she'd certainly taken care and paid attention to detail when it came to softening him up for me!

"Looks like keeping him caged up today did the trick eh?" I grinned at Lorna, indicating the spunk-soaked towel, and she grinned back. "Absolutely, sweetie, I've never felt him come so hard before, it felt like a grenade going off inside me, he must really be into this! Oh, Gerry, darling, you don't mind that we...you know, do you, really?" she added anxiously, looking at her brother up on his vantage point, and getting a big cheeky grin and a double thumbs-up, making her visibly relax.

"Lor, looks like you've got it bad for him, you were actually seeking his approval!" I murmured, and she flashed back her old, sly grin. "Lu, I think you're right; he's the strong, silent type, I could do worse for the father of my children, you know!"

By this time, Charlie was showing signs of recovery, grinning like a Cheshire cat, one of his adolescent fantasises ticked off the list. I leaned over him, kissed him softly, lovingly, and whispered "My turn!"His eyes flickered like a cat's, his cock stirring as his need for me asserted itself. He pulled me down to him, kissing me, his hands roaming over my body, pulling me close by my buttocks, pulling them apart and sliding his finger into my arse and wriggling it, making me gasp and giggle. He pulled me up and looked into my eyes, his eyes like two green coals, smouldering and sexy, and licked the tip of my nose, something he knows I find irresistibly sexy when he does it, one of the gestures by which he communicates his love for me.
"Lu-Lu," he whispered to me, "are you sure you're OK with this, you know, Lorna and me...just now, all the rest of this, because if you are feeling uncomfortable now, now that we've kicked-off, I have no problem, none in the world, with calling time-out right now, I want you to know that. I know you set this up for me, but I won't go on if it's going to affect us even a little bit; I don't want to hurt you, I love you, Blondie!"

My heart melted for him that even in the midst of playing out his most fevered adolescent sexual fantasy; all he wanted was for me to call a halt, so that it wouldn't hurt me!

I nibbled his chin, licked his lips and said "If you think I'm going to pass-up a chance to get my mouth around Lorna's fanny, you've got another think coming!" So saying, I grabbed his cock, squeezed it hard and pumped it a couple of times, just to make sure it was at full stretch, he was going to need it. He grinned, licked the tip of my nose again, saying, "What are we waiting for, I'm going to fuck you while you fuck her, OK?" and got my biggest cat-grin in return!

Lorna had been an interested bystander during this byplay, now she slid herself closer, kissing me as I pushed her gently down onto her back, licking and sucking her nipples while she gently rubbed and teased my pussy, dipping her finger in and out, lubricating it as she lightly rubbed and touched my clitoris, making my pussy quiver and chime in time to her motions. Now Lorna was on her back, kicking of the panties Charlie had pulled down, so I straddled her, dipping down to kiss and lightly lick her pussy, enjoying the scent of her arousal, my own arousal rising as Lorna licked and lapped at me, teasing me and sending little tremors through me as I felt the same in her. I sensed Charlie moving behind me, his hands rubbing and sliding down my back, squeezing and clenching my buttocks as were Lorna's, his finger finding its way into my anus, making me gasp and lick harder and more urgently at Lorna, her answering gasp hot on my engorged pussy. I wrapped my hands around her buttocks, sliding my hands into her arse-crack, one finger teasing and prodding her anus, her thighs trembling in response, and then sliding it in, her sigh a long slow thrilling hot breath on my pussy. Charlie shuffled forward, taking my hips, his cock prodding at me, my pussy open and ready for him. He slid in slowly, making me gasp as I stretched to accommodate him. Lorna moaned as my gasps blew hot across her pussy, and then he was fully in and began pumping slowly, giving me time to enjoy the sensations I was receiving from so many different stimuli at once. The sensation of being simultaneously fucked and eaten was truly the most erotic I had every experienced, my nerve endings tingling as every touch, every breath, every sound added a fresh erotic charge, sending me on an unimaginable high, my body clamouring for release, my mind whirling with the sensations and feelings.

Lorna began to whimper as I ate her, calling out "Gerry....baby....Gerry....please...now...!" and suddenly, there was a blonde-haired god of a man in front of me, body corded and rippling with muscle, lifting me up to kiss me gently, hold me upright. He shuffled forward on his knees to lift Lorna's hips and slide his large, thick cock, shorter than Charlie's, but thicker, into her, making her hiss and groan as he slid slowly, inexorably into her. Charlie's hands slid around me to clasp my breasts and hold me upright. Gerry's hands holding my face as we kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths, Lorna still licking and sucking at me as Gerry rammed his thick, solid cock into her. The end came suddenly, for all of us, as over-stimulated bodies and senses gave in to the need for release, overwhelmed by the sensual, erotic, primitive sexual charge pervading the room. My orgasm flared bright through me, setting off Charlie as my pussy muscles clamping down on him, his cock jetting his spunk into me, as he groaned out loud. Lorna screamed as she came, counterpointed by Gerry's hissing groan of release as he climaxed, his body stiffening as his muscles rippled and writhed in the extremity of his orgasm, to lean forward and rest against me as I rested against him, Charlie leaning back as he sucked in great gasping breaths, to finally withdraw from me, spunk dripping out of me onto Lorna's face and neck.

We all collapsed in a heap of entwined limbs and torso's, sweaty, semen-soaked, tired, fulfilled, to drop into deep, relaxed sleep, appetite and hunger finally satisfied.

I woke up several hours later, my motion waking Lorna, who leant up and smiled at me.

"So, sweetie, how did you like your first multi-fuck!" she murmured, reaching out to stroke my face.

I grinned, beckoning her closer to show her the boys. During our slumber, they had managed to end-up lying lie side-by-side, naked, curled up for all the world like two little boys who'd climbed into bed together to escape the monsters, their faces in repose young and sweet, the faces of the boys they had so recently been. I felt a huge rush of love and pride in my baby brother, and I knew Lorna was thinking the same thing, her love for Gerry glowing in her cornflower eyes. She looked at me, her eyes shining, and whispered "Lu, if you've got a camera, get it now; this is the perfect blackmail shot!" a big grin on her face, and I knew she was just being Lorna, her eyes still locked on her brother as he slept. "He's beautiful, isn't he?" she grinned at me, and I could only agree; we'd hit the jackpot with our boys, the two most beautiful men I'd ever seen in one place, let alone in my bedroom!

We were still (mostly) wearing our play-suits, so we helped each other strip of and get comfortable. "Shower-time, Lu, we both need it, and who knows, you may get lucky!" grinned Lorna, grabbing a couple of fresh towels and heading off to my bathroom, turning all the spray-heads on, to give us a multi-directional needle shower, just what the doctor ordered! We were both in a world of our own, lapping-up the luxury of a hot 360 degree shower, when the doors slid back and there stood the boys, clearly hoping to find us 'in flagrante', disappointed that we weren't. Charlie turned, grinned at Gerry and slapped his hand. "OK, that's a pint you owe me!" At my quizzical look, Gerry said "I bet Charlie a pint I'd find you two with your tongues in each other's fannies again; I know Lorna only too well!"

Lorna giggled. "You two should have waited five more minutes; I was going to wash Lu down with a tongue-bath. Now you'll never know! Why don't you boys climb in, there's plenty of room, and to be honest, you could do with it!"

Charlie obliged, stepping in and hustling me back so he could kiss me long and deep, and I could see Gerry doing the same to Lorna, her hand pumping away at his groin. My own brother's cock was prodding me in the chin by now, so, with a final nibble of his tongue, I turned around and stuck out my bum, hissing through my teeth as he slid what felt like a cannon barrel into my pussy, holding on to my tits, rubbing and squeezing my nipples, one hand slipping down to rub and caress my pussy. His rhythmic thrusting, counterpointed by his gentle frigging of my clitoris, and his lips and teeth on my neck, my shoulders, my ears soon had me in a daze, my arousal peaking as he pumped away, hand and cock bringing me to the brink, and then crashing over it, my drawn out scream of release echoed by Charlie as he pumped me full of spunk again, holding me up, else I would have fallen to my knees. The sinewy pulsations of his cock throbbing inside me kept on and on, as he emptied into me, extending my orgasm, the tremors only gradually dying away as he finally stopped pulsating, balls drained for the moment, my goal of getting him to fill me to the top achieved.

I turned and pulled my little brother close, kissing him with all the love and conviction I had, reminding him that he was mine, and I was his, and this evening was a special present for him, because I loved him and I wanted all his dreams to come true.

Eventually, the real world came back into focus, my realisation that there was more in the world than Charlie, and he grinned at me, and indicated with his head that I should look over at Lorna at the other end of the shower room. All I could see was Gerry's back, his solid muscular buttocks flexing as he hammered himself into Lorna, and her legs on either side of him convulsing as he fucked her rigid, Lorna making "Ohh...Ooooh...Ooooh...!" sounds as she got nearer to seeing God. Presently his buttocks tightened, and he threw his head back, an inarticulate groan coming from him, followed by Lorna as she moaned out her release, legs quivering as her orgasm claimed her, Gerry gradually relaxing as the flare died down, all the muscles in his amazing physique rippling and gleaming in the spray from the shower heads, until Lorna's hand came up behind his neck to pull him close, and he kissed her as they came back from their own place.

Charlie withdrew from me, the spunk pouring out of me, helping me to wash and soap myself again, turning me under the spray, kissing my nipples, running his hands over my breasts, belly, flanks, cupping and rolling my buttocks, licking my face, lips, nose, eyelids, maintaining and renewing contact, reassuring me that, in spite of what we had done this night, it was only play, there was still always and only us, he and I.

After we had dried off, the boys got dressed and put the beds back together while Lorna and I dried our hair, did our faces, and got dressed. Charlie and I were taking Lorna and Gerry out for dinner as a thank-you, and also so we could, relax, recap, and do a little plotting. Lorna still wouldn't tell me what the plan was for the following evening with her 'uncle stroke family friend', insisting that the less I know, the better for all. As she put it, "The Americans have such a delightful phrase to cover these situations, Lu, darling, it's called 'plausible deniability' and that's what I want you and Charlie to have. Now stop worrying; if it all goes to plan, and there's no reason to believe it won't, and every reason to believe it will, darling Charlie-boy will never see the inside of the transport back to that awful place next month. So just enjoy the evening, sweetie, tomorrow I am going to have such fun, Charlie will be off the hook, permanently, and that dreadful man will spend the rest of his dreary life walking on eggs!"

The meal was great, Lorna and Gerry were extremely good company, like a comedy double act, Lorna loud and outrageous, Gerry soft-spoken and witty, perfectly complementing each other. The main subject of discussion was the evening's activities, a complete post-mortem, with Lorna reminding Gerry to take notes, next time he'd be in the happy-chair, and Gerry and Charlie swapping school stories, discovering acquaintances in common in the public-school system, and drawing Charlie out on some of his experiences in Camp Bastion, although to hear him say it, you'd think it was long days drilling, cleaning kit and watching TV, and nights listening to some of the troopers trying desperately to wank in silence, because, soldiers being soldiers, if they were discovered by their bunk-mates, they'd be paraded around and put on the soggy-biscuit list, a fairly modern infantry custom too disgusting to describe here, although when Charlie did describe it to Gerry and Lorna, we fell about in horrified laughter. "You see, Lu-Lu, that's why I avoided knocking one out off the wrist, because I couldn't lead a patrol team knowing I was on the biscuit list!" grinned Charlie, and I could only agree. Gerry commented that he had never been so glad to be a Computer Science Graduate, because there had been a time he had seriously contemplated joining REME, the Royal Engineers. Lorna leaned over to him, her hand under the table, and told him sweetly "Darling, if you had done that, I would have shoved my hand down your throat and pulled your underpants up your arse from the inside! You're a computer genius, be happy with that, finish your Masters, and don't you leave my sight, got it?" As she said this, his grin became fixed, his eyes got a glazed, faraway look, and a vein pulsed in his throat, eyes only coming back into focus when Lorna put her hand back on the table, smiling gently.

Lorna was very congratulatory about my willingness to throw myself into the girl-on-girl scene, and I had to confess that, until the previous day, I'd never considered it, but I was happy I did, it had been an amazing experience. However, my first love was always going to be riding the pole, specifically Charlie's pole!

"For an amateur, you did fab, Lu, I've never been eaten-out better, not since Zoe Huxley on the ski trip final year; fuck, she was amazing!" grinned Lorna. I was stunned; Zoe Huxley was the quietest, shyest girl in the whole school, a pretty little mouse of a thing! Only someone as completely amoral as Lorna could have pulled off that seduction, and I applauded her for it! Lorna insisted on launching into the whole seduction story, making me feel horny, a definite need to get some relief soon bubbling in my pussy, and I could tell the boys were feeling the need too!

After a long and happy evening, I drove us back; I was the designated driver, so Charlie could collect his pint from Gerry, and the two of them had had a great time discussing the best pint in Oxfordshire, the best pubs, which barmaids had the biggest knockers, rugby Sevens, Test cricket and the Ashes, cars, Charlie's favourite firearm; typical man-in-pub talk.

We got back home and sat around going over the day, and Lorna and I had a little talk about Charlie. I impressed on her how Charlie must never find out what we were going to do, and discovering that Gerry was in on it; in fact, he was central to it, as was the owner of the hotel where this assignation was taking place. I looked intrigued, so Lorna elucidated.

"Darling, I needed somewhere off the beaten track, and this place is ideal; the owner is helping out because I took the liberty of reminding him, married man that he is, of a few...incidents, shall we say, that he would rather forget ever happened, and I promised him that once this was over, he'd never hear from me again!"

I was horrified, laughing anyway, in spite of myself. "Lorna Boscombe, you are a disgusting, amoral slut!" I laughed.

"Yes dear" she grinned, "I know, but I do have so much more fun than you!"

Back in our room, Charlie and I lay back and cuddled, drifting away, he looking the most relaxed since he'd come home, completely at ease for the first time. I reminded him that he'd only been home a couple of days, we had another four weeks to fill up, so what did he want to do?

He looked at me, kissed and licked the end of my nose, saying "If it's all the same to you, Lu-Lu, I just want to slob around for a while. The whole routine at the Bastion is a little restrictive, so I want to spend my time here feeling you up and slobbing-out, is that a problem?"

I assured him that it wasn't, especially the feeling-up bit, happy that he'd dropped into relax-mode so quickly, looking forward to four weeks of fun with my dashing boy-soldier!

I woke late, suddenly. Charlie was awake, and I looked at him enquiringly, about to ask him what was wrong, but he grinned and put his finger to his lips, pointing to the door with his chin, smiling. Now I could hear it, a rhythmic, soft "ooof....ooof....ooof...!" from the other room. He grinned at me, and softly got out of bed, padding over to the door. When he opened the door, the sounds got louder and more distinct, and he beckoned me over. When we crept out to the corridor, the sounds from the other bedroom were much more distinct, as was the sound of the bed creaking. Charlie grinned broadly and pulled me to the open bedroom door. There on the bed, Lorna was on all fours, eyes closed, mouth hanging open, oblivious to the world, Gerry kneeling behind her and ramming his cock into her; from where I was standing, I could clearly see his thick cock pounding her arsehole, his sculpted buttocks flexing as he jammed himself into her again and again. I was fascinated, and so turned on; so that's what it looked like when Charlie stuffed his cock into my bum! Charlie slid his hand down my back, never taking his eyes off the scene in front of us, rubbing my rump as his hand slid down further, sliding into my bum cleft, one finger slowly circling and rubbing gently at my anus. I in turn slid my hand down to fondle his rapidly erecting cock, sliding the foreskin back and forth until his cock was fully erect, the head crowning through, red and swollen. I slid to my knees, licking that massive cock, never taking my eyes off the couple making love on the bed, rubbing the head of Charlie's penis with my tongue, savouring the taste of him as I bobbed my head up and down on it, taking as much into my mouth as I could. I could feel my pussy twitching and seeping fluid, my clitoris beginning to rise in response to my arousal, Charlie holding my head lightly as we watched the lovers pound and thrust at each other.

I took his cock from my mouth, Charlie helping me to rise, eyes still glued to Lorna and Gerry, watching avidly as Gerry pounded his cock into her arsehole, turning me round and bending me forward, me supporting myself on the doorframe as he held tightly to my hips and thrust forward. His cock slid easily into my willing anus, I was so aroused by the scene unfolding before us, the realisation that they were oblivious to us making it so much more erotic. My eyes were riveted to the bed as Charlie began a slow pumping, sliding his cock in and out of me, slowly increasing his pace until we were in sync with Gerry's thrusts into Lorna, the whole situation whirling around in my head as I dissolved into a sexual high unlike any I had ever experienced. The end, when it came, was explosive, my whole body humming with sexual energy as my orgasm flared brighter and brighter in and through me, blurring my vision, hearing only a high, melodic tone in my head as I peaked like never before, Charlie panting softly as he came explosively inside me, the heat of his body bathing my insides as he pumped his seed into me again. On the bed, Gerry and Lorna reached their climax, Lorna screaming out loud as she came, Gerry groaning as his body froze in place, muscle tremors rippling across him, betraying the rigour of his orgasm, his neck muscles corded and straining. Lorna collapsed on the bed, and opened her eyes, smiling across at me as I sobbed breathlessly, still in the throes of my gigantic orgasm, only Charlie's arm around my waist preventing me from falling to my knees. Gerry had slumped over Lorna, his forehead on her back, sobbing for breath, hands on the bed either side of her, keeping his weight off her, and Lorna reached back to run her hand lovingly down his arm, calming him. She tossed me a towel, grinning and winking as she touched her finger to her lips and glanced at Gerry, who still hadn't seen us. I leaned down, picked up the towel, and placed it under me as Charlie withdrew, catching the spunk runoff as his cock popped out of me. I smiled back at Lorna, and shushed Charlie out of the doorway, silently padding back to our room to collapse on the bed, truly exhausted.

We awoke together, Charlie's arms around me, my head in the angle of his throat, my bum lovely and warm as he spooned me, his heartbeat strong and regular against me. I knew he was awake, as he knew I was, and his lips brushed my ear and the top of my head as he kissed me good morning.

I turned to him so I could hug him, he straightening out so I could pull myself against him, kissing him properly, smoothing my hands over his face and hair, touching him because he felt so good and vibrant. He licked my nose and grinned, and kissed me back, eyes bright and sparkling in the morning sunshine.
A thought occurred to me, and I asked him something I had meant to ask him several times, but had kept being sidetracked by his hands and lips and hard muscular body.

"Charlie," I began, "just when did you first know that it was me you wanted, really wanted, I mean, not just wanted to ogle or touch me up?"

He looked far away for a second, and then grinned broadly. "Since I was fourteen, more or less, does that answer your question?"

"No, Charlie, tell me more, what was it that set this off, please."

He started to talk, holding me close, and rubbing his hands gently over my back and thighs as he did so.

"When you first came and saw me at Wellington, you were sixteen, very pretty, long hair, those lovely bits of yours all nicely there, and nearly all my year were like 'Phwoaarr, she's a sort, Charlie, you lucky fucker!' and that started me thinking, and I knew they were right; you were a sort, prime hottie, and after that I kept getting questions like "So Charlie, you fucked your sister yet, and if you're not going to, can I?" And I knew then that I wanted you. Every time you came down to see me, whether or not Lorna was with you, all I could think of was what you'd look like naked, and getting my hands in your knickers or round your tits, sucking your arse, or licking your pussy, and how much I wanted to fuck you, and when you left I'd wank myself raw for a week after, end up with balls like a bag of walnuts and my knob feeling like it was deep-fried. You were on my mind constantly, and not just the sex stuff; I wanted to see you smile, kiss me properly, you know, all romantic and...." he trailed off, looking embarrassed, but I nipped his lip to encourage him to go on, continue with his story.

"Really, from then, I knew you were the only girl for me; I think that's when I fell in love with you, and I've never changed how I feel, nor would I want to. After dad died, I knew that you'd need me one day, and I thought that perhaps we might have a chance, that you might consider me, even when you were so mad at me. I had all these weird dreams about coming home one day and you'd just run up and kiss me like a proper girlfriend, and then it would all dissolve into, you know....sex dream stuff, and I'd wake up and it wasn't real, and you weren't there. I'd just about decided to bunk off, come home and try it on with you when Lorna showed up and...uh, showed me the secret garden, if you know what I mean!

"The rest is history, you know how it goes from here, although I will say, if you hadn't come across, I don't know if I could have made work it with Lorna, much as I love her. She's beautiful, brilliant, sexy as all hell, a complete freak in bed, she's almost you, but she's not you, and I wouldn't have done that to her. I couldn't have tried to make it work with her because she'd have always known she was my second choice, and she's too fine a person to treat like that. If there were no you, Lorna would be the standard by which I would measure a girl, I know I would have made a serious beeline for her, but now I can't see her for you, and I wouldn't ever step over to her and away from you. Luckily she knows that. She loves you as much as I do, and she wouldn't stand for that anyway. Lorna's a man-eater, not a man-stealer. She's the only other person on this entire planet I trust. You and I will probably play a lot with Lorna and Gerry, but I would never play away with her, and she wouldn't dream of asking, nor tolerate it if I did – not that I would; I've got my dream girl. Does that answer your question?" he finished with a grin.

I looked at him in awe. I had forgotten, with all the relentless fucking and athletic shagging over the last couple of days, that behind the horny soldier persona was an articulate, ferociously intelligent young man, now, sadly, old beyond his years, and I loved him for being so frank and forthcoming. We'd agreed no secrets, and he knew I had none from him, and his opening his heart like this gave me a whole new perspective on him, yet another aspect of him to love.

Now he wrapped his arms around me and rolled onto his back, rolling me onto his chest, kissing me, nipping the end of my nose, making me giggle. I looked up, and Lorna was standing in the doorway, naked, and I wondered how much she'd heard of what Charlie had said about her. She gave me that Lorna grin, that only she can do, cheeky, sexy, wicked and sly all in one, and walked into the bedroom to sit on the bed. Charlie looked up, grinned at her, and patted the bed next to him, and Lorna slid up next to him, draped her arm around my neck, kissed me deeply, seriously, making little thrills run around inside me.

Eventually, Lorna let go, smiled and tipped my lip with her forefinger. "God, you're hot, I want to suck your pussy again, now!" she giggled, "pity we have things to do. Breakfast first, then I have something to do this evening, so preparations to make, things to buy, and places to be!" She gave me a meaningful look, and I knew she was reminding me about what whatever this mysterious scheme was. "Charlie, darling, do me a favour; my case is outside, take it downstairs for me, Gerry's out cold; I worked him hard last night!" with a wicked grin.

As soon as Charlie had gone, Lorna hissed "Quick Lu, Charlie's Orders, I need them so I have all the facts right tonight. I'll drop them back tomorrow or day after. NOW, Lu, he'll be back in a minute!"I rummaged through Charlie's bag, and found the buff envelope with the MoD crest on it, handed it to Lorna, and was back in bed by the time Charlie came back.

"I looked in on Gerry, he's almost comatose, barely breathing, you've humped him almost to oblivion, Lor!" he grinned, "I remember the feeling so well!" with a happy, nostalgic smile on his face, dirty little bugger!

He bounded back onto the bed, between Lorna and I, put his arms around both of us, and kissed us both on the cheek. "There, that's a good morning kiss for the only women in my life, long may they reign supreme! Now, Lor, if you'll excuse us, I have something I'd like to put to Lucy, and it may involve a certain amount of to-ing and fro-ing, so if you'll excuse us...? "

Lorna looked haughtily at him. "Charles Manville, I have seen you do things to me with your body that would make a Chinese acrobat gasp in envy, and have had you stick things in me from all angles in the most unlikely places, save perhaps upside down in a chandelier. If you want privacy to hump Lucy, ask for it, but I'm still not going anywhere, I came in for breakfast, one way or another I'm getting some, are we clear, young man?"

He smiled. "On your head be it, and anywhere else it lands. I just feel sorry for Gerry that's all!

"Why?" asked Lorna, grinning.

Charlie grinned back. "Today, he's a healthy, strapping 22-year old. This time next year he'll be 97 and nearly dead, and you'll be searching for your next victim!"

"You say the sweetest things, soldier-boy!" smiled Lorna, smiling and crooking a finger at me.

I was curious to see what Lorna was going to do, and I didn't have long to wait. She pulled me into her, kissing me while her hands squeezed and probed my arse, pulling my buttocks apart to expose my hole, sliding her finger in and slipping the other hand down between us to tip and tease my pussy. I lay back, Lorna over me as she kissed me and frigged my pussy, sitting up and reversing her position so she was able to lick and kiss my slit. She threw her leg over me, straddling me and shuffling back, leaning down to go back down on me, presenting her pussy to me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her fanny into me, sliding my tongue up and down her slippery pussy, lapping her juices as she lapped mine, slipping my tongue-tip into her anus as she lapped at my own rosebud, watching her anus jump and start when I blew on it, and poking my tongue into her pussy, parting her lips to lick inside her, reaming her out as she reamed me. Lorna found my clitoris and licked it gently, making me shiver, and I returned the favour, making her own pussy wink and flutter at me. I licked and tongued and kissed for all I as worth, returning everything Lorna did to me, feeling myself flushing as my orgasm approached, Lorna sensing it and slowing down , teasing me without tormenting me.

I licked and lubricated her arse again, catching Charlie's eye and indicating her with my eyes. He grinned, and shuffled over my face, his cock arching out as he moved into place, and then slowly slid it into her arsehole, making Lorna groan into my pussy, the vibration nearly tipping me over the edge. Charlie's big balls were right over my face, and I was fascinated watching him pump into Lorna as I ate her and she ate me right back, timing my tongue thrusts with the pumping of his cock. We stayed like this for a while, all of us enjoying our own sensations, my muff getting the same treatment I was giving Lorna's, and Charlie beating his cock in and out, pistoning into her. At last, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my orgasm blew into me, making me groan out loud as I came, burying my face in Lorna, and then lifting up to suck one of Charlie's balls into my mouth, squeezing it gently with my tongue, making him groan out load, and I watched, fascinated, as his cock pulsed and pulsed again, ejaculating into Lorna's arse, setting her orgasm off, making her groan into my pussy, triggering my climax anew.

Lorna collapsed on me, head resting on my thighs as I slumped back, Charlie still emptying himself, to finally stop, head down, blowing and gasping, preparing to withdraw. I slid forward a little; I wanted to see this! He slid out of her, his cock still rigid, and a great wad of spunk spurted out of her arse to drip onto my neck and chest, running down between my breasts and pooling on my midriff.

I looked up , and there was Gerry, grinning broadly as he handed me a towel, watching as I mopped off, and then wiping the last of the runoff from Lorna, before kissing her. He was sporting an impressive erection, and Lorna was, for the moment, hors de combat, so I slid off the bed, taking him by the hand, leading him back to the other bedroom, Charlie winking at me as I left. I knew what I'd promised Charlie, but I felt this was a special occasion, so felt no guilt, and a certain amount of anticipation at the thought of what I could do with this handsome boy.

As we walked in the door, two hands slipped around me to cup and squeeze by tits, my nipples tingling as they popped out again, Gerry rolling them between his fingers, weighing and holding my breasts, and pulling me into him to rest his cock between my buttocks, kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulder. One hand slipped down to gently tease and rub my pussy, a finger slipping in and making me gasp, rubbing and tickling my clitoris. My pussy was still engorged from Lorna's working on me, and Gerry could feel my juices still seeping out of me, smell my arousal, hear my moans and gasps as he worked on me. I wanted to feel that truncheon of a cock of his, and reached behind me to grab it and pump, making him gasp and dig his finger further into my pussy. I moved towards the bed, Gerry right behind me, and lay down, pulling him to me to lie next to me, kissing and nibbling my lips, fondling and squeezing my breasts, my arse, slipping a finger into my anus, pushing me over onto my back and rising over me to slide his cock between my breasts, me pushing them together as he slid back and forth, sawing his cock in my cleavage, then moving closer, to let me suck on his lovely thick cock. It was thicker than Charlie's although not as long, and I could barely get it into my mouth, licking and sucking the hot purple head as he knelt above me, eyes closed as I fellated him.

Eventually he'd had enough, and moved down, to kiss me as he moved between my thighs, pulling me to him as I positioned him, then pushing forward slowly, me controlling his penetration as I adjusted to his girth. He slowly slid into my pussy, me gasping and blowing as I felt this fat cock slide deeper into me, then he began pumping, long slow strokes, making my head whirl with the sensations billowing out of my pussy as this beautiful blonde boy jammed his thick cock into me!

I was in a world of my own, a world of sensation as I pumped back at him, meeting his strokes, speeding up as my orgasm approached, he pumping faster, building the approaching climax even higher. When I came, it was like a thunderclap going off inside me, and I screamed with the release, shuddering on the end of his lovely cock, clamping down on him and making him groan as he came inside me, flooding me with his spunk, jet after jet, hot and sensational as it poured into me.

Gerry slumped down next to me, pulling me to him as he rolled over, kissing me as he fondled and squeezed me, head dipping down to suck and gently bite my nipples, sending new tremors chasing through me. He pulled me close one last time, kissed me soundly, murmuring "Thank you, Lucy!", grinning and pinching my bum before falling back, chest rising and falling rapidly with his exertion. At last I recovered enough to look up, to see Charlie and Lorna grinning at us, and Lorna came to sit on my side of the bed, leaning down to kiss me and lick my tongue, and twinkle at me. "I told you he was fucking good!"

Now I needed a shower, and breakfast, in that order, so, giving Gerry one last kiss to thank him, I slid off the bed on wobbly legs and wandered into my bathroom, Lorna on my heels with towels, looking at the boys to see if they felt like joining us. They did, so we had one big gang-shower, then got dressed and headed off to make some breakfast. I held Lorna back, letting the boys go first, and reminded her. "Lor, Charlie must never find out about this, OK? You know how he is, if he thought something dishonourable or underhanded went on, he's liable to turn himself in, so carefully, yes?"

Lorna looked at me like I was simple. "Of course, Lu, the whole plan is designed to make him indispensible here, forever. He's done two years solid combat patrols, no breaks, no proper leave, always on alert status, one patrol after another, no respite, just constant danger. They've worked miracles while being under-manned, under-equipped, over-extended, and I think he's done enough for Queen and Country, more than he should have had to. You and I both know he'd never leave the army of his own accord, so I devised this nasty little scheme to get him stationed here or Gibraltar, or even the Falklands, anywhere but there, in a training post or some other non-combatant role, away from the nastiness and the death, away from that stupid, wasteful fucking war. I wish to God I could get all the boys like him who are out there sent somewhere they won't die for taking the Queen's Shilling, but I can only do this for him, so don't worry, I'll be careful!"

I looked at her in surprise, unaware she'd felt like that, but satisfied she knew what she was doing. While the boys chatted about boy stuff (cars, girls, beer, tits, the usual) Lorna and I did a fry-up, and we all sat down to stoke up after the energy drain we'd put ourselves through When we'd finished, Charlie and I did the washing up while Lor and Gerry got their stuff together. While I was busy putting plates away, Charlie grabbed me and kissed me, slipping a hand up my skirt to rub my pussy. "Do you know how hot you look when you're getting fucked!" he grinned at me, and I looked sharply at him, but saw only approval there. "Charlie, I know what I promised," I began, but he shut me up with a kiss. "It's OK, really, it was the least you could do for them, and besides, Gerry confessed he'd like to get his hands on your tits at some point, and as I'd just shagged his girl, it was only fair he shagged mine! Besides, I think we're going to be doing a fair amount of this going forward, so I think jealousy would be a little inappropriate, don't you!? If you go off behind my back though, well....!"

I hugged him, grinding against him a little, just to feel his cock stir. "I love you, Charlie, did you know that?"

"You'd better, Lu-Lu, if you're going to start making babies with me!" he grinned back, pulling me in for another kiss, hands sliding up my skirt to slip inside my panties.

"Hello, you two, are you putting on another show? Because Gerry and I have to be away soon, so get on with it, or give it a rest!" laughed Lorna, standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Charlie, It's been wonderful seeing you again, love you so much, and I will definitely see you soon; Gerry tells me you two are going in search of the perfect pint next week, so if not before, I'll see you then! Lu, all being well, I'll let you know tonight, or first thing in the morning!"

We saw them off, hugs all round, Charlie and Gerry slapping palms and waving each other off, and returned indoors to sit and take stock.

"Well, Lu, this has been a fucking marvellous leave so far, and it's only been three days; I definitely think I need to pace myself!" laughed Charlie, pulling me onto his lap for a quick kiss and grope, and collapsing back into the couch with a contented sigh, rubbing my hair as he absently nuzzled my boobs and felt my thighs, while I sat on him, perfectly happy and content, although still slightly apprehensive about Lorna's scheme. Well, Id know tomorrow for definite, so the time to worry was not now, all I wanted to do was make my man happy, and the rest would take care of itself.


Chapter-4

I was definitely on edge. Lorna's scheme was unfolding, tonight was crunch-time, and the next few days would determine whether Charlie got to stay with me, or got carted off to Chelmsford to await trial for attempted desertion. I was looking at charges of incitement to mutiny if Lorna's scheme failed, as well as accessory to blackmail, extortion, and attempting to subvert an official in public office. I was understandably jumpy, something Charlie commented on several times during the day. I even snapped at him once, and then burst into tears at the expression of hurt rejection on his face, spending an inordinate amount of time kissing and fondling him to make up for my lack of grace and short temper. Even an extended rumpy-pumpy session with my gorgeous little brother couldn't unwind that knot of tension twisted up inside me. By mid-afternoon, he'd had enough.

"Lu-Lu, whatever's going on, it's knotting you up. I've hardly been able to keep your attention focussed for five whole minutes in a row. You're obviously worried about something, and it worries me. You're keeping secrets, something we swore would never happen, either one of us. Please, clue me in, you're excluding me from something, something very important, and I need to know what!"

He looked so very lost and confused, but I couldn't tell him, knowing what he was liable to do if he found out.

"Charlie, Lorna's got a meeting tonight, a very, Very, important meeting, for her it's really almost a matter of life or death, and I'm worried for her. It's her issue, not mine, so I'm not at liberty to discuss it with you, nor am I going to be persuaded to. All you need to know is that she's confident she can handle it, Gerry's with her, so please let it drop, OK?"

Charlie scowled. "I didn't appreciate being told to mind my own business when I was a child, I don't appreciate it now. When you're ready to trust me, I'll be watching TV in the back bedroom, I feel like being alone right now!" With that, he stalked off in a huff, nose seriously out of joint. I felt relieved; Charlie sitting upstairs in a sulk was better than Charlie poking around and worrying at me like a terrier at a rag doll.

It was a long, suspenseful, nerve-racking evening, made lonelier by the fact Charlie was shut away upstairs, amply demonstrating just how injured he felt, leaving me to wander around from room to room, straightening up things and going back and straightening them again ten minutes later, trying to watch TV, making no sense of what I was watching as I couldn't concentrate on the programmes for wondering whether Lorna had pulled it off, or the police were questioning her even now.

When the phone rang I almost jumped out of my skin. I looked at the clock; 11:30, wasn't that too early for what she had in mind to have happened?

I answered it, mouth dry, butterflies fluttering in my tummy.

"Lu, Lorna here, all's well, poppet, 'The Eagle has Landed'!" I nearly fainted with relief.

"Lor, you nearly scared me out of a year's growth! How did it go, did you get what you wanted? Did it work? Talk, girl!"

"Calm down, sweetie, I'll see you bright and early, Gerry's going to take Charlie out, got tickets to see Oxfordshire play Glamorgan in a twenty-twenty at Banbury, the perfect way to decoy him away, have a day out so we can talk properly. See you early-wurly, 'bye!"

I was so relieved I nearly fainted from the sudden lifting of the pressure I'd put myself under, and had to sit down, collect my thoughts, start to think about life with Charlie close at hand or at least out of reach of that damned war.

Charlie! He was still sulking upstairs, but I thought I had just the cure for his woes!

I tapped at his door. "Charlie? May I come in, please? Charlie?" he opened the door, face impassive, trying to show eloquent suffering, looking very edible and adorable. I grabbed hold of his waist, pulling myself in tight to him, hugging him as hard as I could. His hands dropped down, cupped and squeezed my arse-cheeks. Yes! Just like that, he was back! God, I was glad he was so horny, it always made dealing with him easier!

I looked up at him. "Baby Brother, I'm so sorry for shutting you out, I was so worried about Lorna! She just called, it's all sorted, and she's coming over in the morning to talk with me about it, girl-to-girl, so Gerry's taking you off to watch some cricket, drink some beer, and stare at barmaid's knockers, OK? Are we friends again?"

He grinned his lovely slow grin, and kissed me. "Always were, Blondie, just don't do that again, OK? I was worried sick, thought you'd had second thoughts now Lor wasn't here to give you moral support."

"Just one thing Charlie. Tomorrow, if Lorna wants to talk about it, she will, OK? No interrogation, some things are best kept private, please? He nodded assent, and went back to squeezing my bum and kissing me. I'd been too wound-up to really enjoy our lovemaking this afternoon, too busy running all the things that could go wrong through my head to actually enjoy myself, but now, with the tension gone, I was ready to play.

Tugging him by the hand, I led the way back to my, to our, bedroom, shrugging out of my dress and watching him strip, me yanking down his boxes to admire his cock, a sight I never tired of. Charlie pulled me in close, hands sliding down my panties as he kissed me, his cock trapped between us like a warm bar of flesh, and I squirmed against him, rolling it from side to side between our two bellies, making him groan as he was kissing me. He spun me round, hands coming up to catch and mould my breasts, gently pulling my nipples to erect points, rolling them between his fingers, sliding his cock into the valley between my buttocks, kissing and licking my neck and shoulders.

I turned to him, pulling his head to so I could kiss him, then moved towards our bed, climbing on and settling on all fours, showing myself to him, raising up my rear for him to see my swelling labia and seeping tight hole. Charlie stood behind me and took my hips, gently tilting my behind up a little more, then dipping his head down to lick slowly and gently along my labia, me gasping as they opened to his touch, exposing my vulva to his gaze. He pointed his tongue and swirled it in my open vagina, making me gasp, then licked my perineum, lightly rasping with the flat of his tongue, delighting me with the sensation, before stabbing gently into my anus, rimming me, gently inserting his tongue tip as far as he could, opening me, delighting me with the gentle invasion, then licking back down, to lap gently at my clitoris, keeping me stimulated.

Now he gently pushed me down onto my stomach, placing his hands under me to keep my bum raised, and pressed his tongue into my anus as far and as hard as he could, making me yelp in surprise, but making the most incredible feelings radiate out from there as he rimmed me deeply, pumping his tongue in and out, rubbing my clitoris with the thumb of his hand under my pussy, two sensations combining to bring me to ear-popping climax, my body shuddering as the orgasm rolled though me in waves, higher and higher, until I screamed in release, sobbing and gasping as wave after wave bulleted through me.

Charlie stood up, allowing me to lie flat and roll over to make room for him on the bed, but he elected to kneel down next to me, erection pointing at me. I grinned and swapped ends, getting on all fours to slide my lips over his solid cock, licking and nibbling around the crown, tonguing around and behind the head, before sealing my lips around him and sucking on him like a warm lolly, suctioning and working my throat to get as much of him in my mouth as I could, bobbing my head up and down and sucking as hard as I could. I reached over and fondled his lovely big velvety balls, gently rubbing them as I sucked and squeezed his penis, feeling the head begin to swell as his excitement rose, and I sucked him for all I was worth. He gave a deep groan, eyes closing to slits as his cock gave a solid meaty twitch, muscular and sinewy, and a jet of sperm shot into my mouth, and another, then another. Five times he hosed me with that giant splash of semen, more and faster than I could swallow, and I nearly choked trying to swallow that huge volume of liquid, the overflow running out of my mouth and down my chin, dripping onto his thighs. He sighed and leaned back, eyes still closed, as I swallowed and moved in to lick his penis clean, mop up all the remnants of his orgasm with my tongue.

Charlie opened his eyes and smiled, reaching up with a towel to mop the drips and runs of spunk from my chin and body, lying flat and pulling me down next to him to kiss me, the taste of my pussy and arse mixing with the film of semen still coating the inside of my mouth, both of us tasting both of us.

His hands roamed over my body, squeezing and kneading my thighs, my bum cheeks, pulling me close enough to mash my breasts against him, my nipples poking solidly into his chest, reminding him to slip his hands around my tits and squeeze gently, pulling my nipples up and out, twirling them between his fingers and thumbs, making me gasp and giggle as he gently mauled them. Charlie kissed me gently but insistently, and I pulled him down to me, wrapping my arms about his neck, kissing him back, lips glued to his as our tongues danced in each other's mouth, and at last he moved over me to lie between my spread thighs, his recovered erection rigid and angry-looking, to prod at my twitching pussy. I guided him, and gasped as he slid into me slowly, inexorably, that meaty spear ramming itself irresistibly into me, to wait, letting me feel his size and adjust to him. He began to slide out, the movement delightful as pulses of pleasure darted out from my pussy to flood through me, making me gasp and hitch, eyesight blurring as he began stroking in and out of me, my vaginal walls moulding themselves to his invading flesh.

I don't know how long he kept up the sawing motion of his cock into me, all I know is that I was orgasming almost continuously, each movement of his cock indescribably pleasurable, sensation hammering into me until I passed into a state of semi-torpor, content to let the cock in me pleasure me endlessly. Charlie began to speed up, the sensation becoming too much for him, until he was hammering his cock into me as fast as he could, bursts of pleasure shooting through me, building to a crescendo. At last, all the little waves that had been swirling through me condensed into a giant tidal wave of pleasure billowing through me with unstoppable force, making me groan in release, convulsing my vagina around his cock, clamping down on him, the pressure triggering his own orgasm, and I came again as I felt his semen powering out of his twitching, flexing cock, Charlie's head down as he gasped and sobbed with the intensity of his own release.

At last he began to withdraw from me, and I handed him the towel to catch the spurt of semen that ran out of me as his still rigid cock withdrew completely. He mopped my crotch with the towel, then slumped down beside me, wrapping his arm around me to pull me in close and kiss me, nibble my neck and lick the tip of my nose.

I looked up at him, and he smiled at me. "I love you, Lucy Manville, more than anything in the whole world. I can't wait to start making babies with you!"

I kissed him back. "Charlie, more than anything in the world, I want to make babies with you; I love you too, and I won't ever let you go. You're stuck with me for life, now, little brother!"

I leaned in to kiss him again, holding myself tight against him, feeling his semi-rigid cock twitch and begin to firm-up again.

Before we started again, however, I had something else I wanted him to know, to understand.

"This morning, with Gerry, when we, you know, it was just the once, OK? I know we said we'd play with them again, and I know it sounds exciting and all that, but I need you to know that you're not going to be...sharing me with anyone, OK? I understand the whole thing with you and Lorna, that's part of your history with her, and I have no issues with that, you were hers before you were mine, but this morning, that was a thank you, me thanking Gerry on your behalf, as it were, not setting the scene for any future developments. Do you understand what I'm driving at? It was fun, and it was different, but it's not what I want, not anymore. I kind of get the feeling from Lorna that she feels the same way, and yesterday was a 'last hurrah' before we all move on. She's as smitten with Gerry as I am with you, and I don't think any further adventures of that sort would be...appropriate, not now that we want to start families, so we'll leave it there, if it's all the same to you, yes?"

Charlie's eyes glittered as he smiled that long slow smile of his. "Lu, I knew yesterday was going to be a no-holds barred rough and tumble, but I will admit to a certain amount of unease about you thanking Gerry, you know, but I didn't object, because he didn't object when I was in the chair, and I kind of saw the right in it. I also got the feeling from Gerry that this was a once-only thing, him getting a taste of what I had, so to speak, so your little thank you was a nice touch, closure for all."

"So you don't mind, really don't mind?" I asked.

Again he smiled. "Lucy, I think you and I both know we're never going there again. Gerry and Lorna will always be a part of our lives, there's a lot of love there, Gerry and I have become good friends, and we, all of us, will be spending a lot of time together in the future, they're part of us now, family in the best sense, but what happened yesterday, this morning, we had to do that, just to find out. Now we know, and we're past that, it's an experience I wouldn't have missed for the world. I'm glad we did what we did, I have no regrets about any part of it, but I don't want to repeat it ever again, and I don't want to watch you with another man ever again. Once was enough, you're mine!"

"Someone once said something about being careful what you wish for, you may get it; I wanted to see you and Lorna take me on, but then I had to watch you with another man, just to level the balance, and it was the hardest thing in the world to smile and watch you go through with it. I can't do that again, ever. I paid for my fantasy, for having a wish come true, and it sucked."

All my love for this big sweet boy overflowed in me, and I hugged him tight, happy to have heard his real feelings about what we'd done. Now all that remained was to wait for Lorna's dastardly plan (whatever it was), to come to fruition, get Charlie off the hook, and then we could have the life we wanted, together, family and lovers both.

The whole time he'd been talking, Charlie had been busy rubbing and fondling my bum, rolling my buttocks, and sliding his fingers around my bum hole, tickling it occasionally just to make me jump. He grinned at me, and began kissing me more seriously, squeezing my bum and pulling the cheeks apart, sliding his finger into my hole and pumping it in and out. Eventually he turned me face-down on the bed, easing my thighs apart, and sliding between them to kiss and lick my bumhole, tipping his tongue inside and flicking it, rimming me, making me gasp and wriggle, then moving his tongue down to lap at my pussy, pulling my cheeks apart to get better access, lifting my hips and ramming his tongue between my lips. I was in ecstasy, his talented tongue sending waves of pleasure through me, and when he pulled away, I actually whined in disappointment, until his big cock slid between my labia, ramming deep into me, making my uterus jump and quiver as the head of his cock butted into the neck of my cervix. I slid back down onto my tummy, Charlie above me, hands on the bed on either side of me as he powered his cock into me, hammering my pussy as hard as he could. I shook and mewled with the force of his pounding, loving every second of it, then he changed tack.

Charlie lowered himself onto his forearms, sliding his hands under me to cup my breasts, his midsection resting against my buttocks, and began to pump me slowly but forcefully, squeezing my tits and rubbing my nipples in time with his thrusts, all the time kissing, licking and nibbling my shoulders and neck, nibbling and licking my ears, and whispering exactly what he wanted to do to me, keeping me hot as he hammered me slowly with his club of a penis.

At last, I had been stimulated beyond endurance, orgasming almost continuously during this whole episode, just the feel of him inside me enough to set my uterus fluttering in orgasmic ripples, and one last bow-wave of pleasure rolled though me, making me cry out in my extreme of pleasure, my cunt clamping down on his cock, making him cry out in release in turn as he splashed my insides with his hot sperm, the feeling setting me off again, the waves of pleasure rolling over me all over again, my cunt muscles milking his cock until he was wrung dry. Charlie lifted up and slowly withdrew, even that action causing little waves of orgasm to ripple over me again, making me gasp out loud. He had the towel ready, but there was very little run-off this time; I really had wrung him dry!

He slumped down beside me, rolling me against him, spooning me against his warm body, his arm around me, holding me in against him as he nuzzled my hair and smoothed his hand over my belly, perhaps unconsciously feeling the place where one day soon, I prayed, his baby would rest. At the moment though, my abdomen ached from so many orgasms, and I was feeling a desperate need for sleep, Charlie picking up on that and hauling the coverlet up to cover both of us in a last act before his deep breathing disclosed that he was fast asleep. I wriggled even closer to him, listened sleepily to his slow, regular heartbeat, and remembered nothing more until the 'phone ringing early in the morning woke me with a start.

I picked up the handset. "Hello, Lu Darling, it's me!" chirped Lorna, sounding fresh as a daisy at, what 6:30?"

"Lor, it's 6:30, go back to bed!" I groaned, feeling the need for another couple of hour's uninterrupted sleep.

"Wake up, Sleepy, and get Grumpy upright and dusted-off, things are happening today, we need to talk, and the boys have a cricket match to attend, so slap his arse and get him out of his pit, there's a good girl, see you in thirty!" Lorna rang off, leaving me feeling, as usual, slightly shell-shocked.

Charlie opened one eye and grinned at me as I flopped back against the pillows, not wanting to vacate my nice warm bed and lovely hot soldier, knowing I needed to, not yet accepting the latter. He slid his hands down to my bum and pulled me closer.

"Good morning, Little Girl, want to see my etchings?" he leered at me, grinning as he said it, and I couldn't help laughing.

"Lorna & Gerry are on their way, you need a shower, I need a shower, up you get, Spunky!" I slapped his arse, as per requirement, always happy to grab a handful of his solid muscular bum, and he licked the tip of my nose reluctantly letting go of my backside.

We'd just finished dressing when the doorbell rang, and there were Lorna and Gerry, looking fresh and rested, no hint of last-night's nefarious activities, whatever they were, showing on their faces or in their demeanour; to all intents and purposes, they were a young couple visiting friends for a pre-arranged day out.

Charlie and Gerry shoulder punched, which is how men kiss, and Gerry and I shared a chaste, brotherly peck and embrace, and I noted the quick look Gerry gave Lorna, reassuring and asking permission all at the same time, and it occurred to me that they'd probably had almost the same conversation Charlie and I had, and came to the same conclusion. Good.
At the same time, Charlie gave me almost the same look as he hugged Lorna, and with that, the atmosphere loosened up considerably. From now on, there would be no more dwelling on what had happened, and we could all go on and go forward.

"Right you two, kick-off, or whatever you call it, is at 10.00, off you go, get a proper lunch, the food concession stands at Banbury are lethal, don't eat there, see you back here as late as you can without getting sozzled, Lu and I have some girl things to discuss, and we don't need you two hulking men to know about it, so shove-off, there's my darling boys, Ta-Ta!"

With that, Lorna shoved them out the front door, closed it, and leaned against it, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Coffee, Lu, lots of coffee, dark deeds to discuss, need caffeine!" and with that, she marched off into the kitchen, me trailing behind her, to put the coffee-maker on and plonk down into one of the dining chairs.

Lorna chatted about inconsequential's while we waited for the coffee, and eventually, large mugs in hand, we retired to the lounge, where she proceeded to unfold the whole distressing scheme she'd cooked up to get Charlie off the hook and this influential civil servant off her back and out of her life forever.

"So Lu, as I told you before, I'd decoyed this bloke, this so-called family friend to a nice, quiet, secluded little hotel, leaving him to believe he was in for a night of uninhibited rumpy—pumpy. What he got was a drink with a little something in it, just enough to make him sleepy and want to lie down, snooze for a few hours. While he was out, Gerry and his little coterie of computer geniuses, hackers, crims and other sorts you don't want to know about, got together and did some serious character assassination, stitched-him right up! And here's the best part – they didn't do anything, not a damn' thing that's traceable, left no trails, no mucky little fingerprints, no hacker signatures, nothing!"

I was agog, couldn't wait to hear how Lorna had pulled this off, knowing she'd tell me in her own way and at her own pace, so I quelled my curiosity and let her get on with her tale. She continued.

"The first thing they did was lift his wallet and break all his bank cards, took them about 30 seconds or so, then they cloned all his access cards for the various Ministry of Defence sites and computer and accounting hubs, plus the big one – The Treasury. This...person has the authority to sign off on multi-million pound defence contractor and vendor budgets, and apparently his random PIN gateway key (whatever that is) was laughably simple for the boys to break, and that gave them access to all his emails, project and budget files, accounting logins, everything that makes a civil servant so very, very dull.

"Now they had all this, they effectively created a complete virtual copy of his life on-line, a mirror-image of all his budgets, sign-off's and expenditure forecasts, everything, but in a virtual format. At no time did they touch or manipulate any real government information, but they did make snapshots of everything he'd ever touched, signed-off, authorised or cancelled. Then they went wandering in the banking world, looking for a good fall-guy, and they found one, a small bank in a middle-eastern country we don't like, with laughable computer security, and did a complete number on our little civil servant.

What they did, basically, was to fiddle around with all the invoices he'd ever signed-off on, all the budgets he'd ever approved or rejected, and moved nice round sums from one to the other in a paper chase, ending up in a numbered account in this patsy bank in you-know-where. They then took printouts and phony deposit certificates from the bank's own servers, printed them out, and put them on a pen-drive for me, as well as copies all over the internet, in locked encrypted accounts, with a decryption key several thousand characters long; Gerry tells me it will take several trillion years to randomly break that key, plus I have a little programme on the drive he gave me that will seek out and destroy these phony bank records any time I need to, without anyone suspecting they ever existed. All I have to do is go to an internet cafe, log onto the internet, and click the drive into place, everything happens automatically after that."

"The printouts and invoices seem to show that our chum has been siphoning cash from military budgets for years, and has stashed something over £30,000,000 in a bank in an unfriendly middle-eastern country, anybody astute enough to track those invoices on-line will activate our virtual mirror-image of his budgets, and there it will all be, in glorious Technicolor. As soon as a real computer tech tries to download it, though, it will activate something Gerry called a file- shredder, and it all vanishes like morning mist, leaving absolutely no trace, because it never really existed; the assumption, however, will be that our chum has just covered his tracks after having perpetrated the computer crime of the decade, he's bunked-off millions of pounds that our soldiers desperately need, and stashed it in an unfriendly country, and his lifespan will be measured in minutes when the Defence Minister, his boss, gets his hand on our chum's scrawny little neck! A nice touch was creating virtual audit-trails of access through doors into the computer sites of the various departments he worked with; any attempt by him to kick back and Gerry's friends impose those over the real records, then let him explain to the police how, if he never committed computer fraud, there's records of him actually going into the computer data centres at the times these frauds were supposed to have happened!"

"Obviously, no money has actually gone missing, but it will take years to prove it, impossible in some cases, especially with vendors who've gone out of business or were never based in the UK, and we took care to select as many of those as possible, just to make the lives of any investigating forensic accountants that much more difficult. In the mean-time, chummy is sitting in Belmarsh Prison awaiting trial. This was the scenario I painted for him last night, when he came around and we played our own version of 'You've Been Framed'"

"I showed him the benefits of, for instance, re-deploying a certain Lieutenant Charles Manville, 2nd Battalion, Blues & Royals to say, England, into a permanent training post or similar, as against the horrible repercussions of these records I have here, voila, finding their way into the in-tray of say, The Secretary of State for Defence, the Metropolitan Police Fraud Squad, Military Intelligence, Military Police, and every possible tabloid newspaper. I required him to get his finger out and start getting things moving, or Splash! one career in the toilet, and one little man doing 40 years for treason! As a rider to that, I also ensured that all details of my life and family remain completely undisclosed, and he stays away from me forever and ever, amen. Any breach of that agreement means these records go on public display in every scurrilous news-rag in the country. As an added bonus, we found an account his wife knew nothing about, so we transferred most of the funds to his wife, poor thing, she almost deserves it just for being married to him!"

"As for the Middle-Eastern bank, when they opened for business, they would have found evidence of a series of massive overseas deposits. By the time they'd dragged the manager in from washing the camel or whatever it is they do when the sun comes up, a worm planted by Gerry's little playmates will have destroyed all trace of the phony deposits, they sit there scratching their bristly blue chins, and no evidence exists to inconveniently surface ten days or ten years from now. You can thank me now, darling, we dunnit!"

I was almost choking with laughter; only Lorna, with her sheer barefaced cheek, could have been audacious enough to think this up and then put it into play! I tended to forget that, underneath all the dizziness and capricious moods was a brilliant, devious and not-overly scrupulous mind, and she'd displayed all those traits spectacularly.

"Lorna, I don't know how to thank you, you've made it possible for Charlie and I to have a future, thank you, darling, thank you!"

Lor brushed it off. "Don't mention it Lu, that little creep had it coming, and it was such immense fun, I think I might have a talent for this whole 'Honey-Trap' game! Maybe I should give the Secret Service a call! Mind you, most of the plan was Gerry's; behind that pretty face lurks the mind of a true Moriarty!"

I laughed, and told her to get her boots and socks, we were going to find a brunch with our name on it!

We drove into Bicester to a little French restaurant and splashed out on a lobster salad and a couple of glasses of house white to celebrate, to talk over the last few days, and clear up any lingering doubts. It transpired that she and Gerry had had pretty much the same conversation as Charlie and I, and we agreed that there would be no more of that between us; we didn't need it, we were already closer than most families could ever be, and we agreed that now we were going to be trying for families, it would be foolish and foolhardy to muddy the waters.

We left any further discussion of the subject for another day, and with our partners present. Lorna and I understood each other perfectly; I didn't want Gerry, but I loved him like a brother, because he was Lorna's brother, the one person in the world I love as much as Charlie; and Lorna still loved Charlie, but had no interest in him, she only had eyes for Gerry. Charlie was right; Lorna may have been a man-eater, but she would never stoop as low as man-stealing.

We got quite convivial over our extended brunch, re-hashing school days, screaming with laughter at some of Lorna's antics and escapades, making tentative plans for when Charlie came home for good, and planning how and where to have our babies. Lorna seemed to have assumed that motherhood was for her, her yes-no attitude of earlier in the week finally resolved, her eyes going soft and faraway whenever she contemplated Gerry, and I felt pleased that scatterbrain Lorna was finally looking to settle down and be an adult at last. I wanted her to be near me, especially when I was pregnant; we both had no other female relatives, just work colleagues and a few occasional calls or cards from some of the girls we were at school with, so we would have to be our own support network.

What with one thing and another, it was nearly 2pm before we finally wound our way home, Lorna driving as I'd had one glass too many, getting back just before the boys; they'd had a disappointing day at the cricket, rain had stopped play, so they found a pub and ogled local girls for a while before heading home.

We sat around chatting for a while, but I could see Gerry and Lorna exchanging sideways glances and smouldering looks when they thought they were unobserved, so I made an excuse about being tired, and Lor picked up on what I was telling her, using it as an excuse to hustle Gerry out of there, they had a reasonably long drive to Thame, and it looked like rain on the way, so they made their farewells and left, trying not to be too hasty!

"OK, that was weird!" grinned Charlie, "feel like telling me what just happened there, or do I have to start moving my stuff into the spare room?"

I thumped his chest and grinned at him. "You try that, Boy, and I'll just move my stuff in there with you, got it?"

"OK, OK, just tell me what I just saw, because it looked like there was an awful lot of 'non-verbal communication' going on there; you and Lorna up to something again?"

Oops.

I hurriedly deflected that train of thought before it hit the buffers. "Gerry & Lorna had pretty much the same talk we did, and came to the same conclusions, so all is good there. Lorna's decided she wants to be a mum, I suspect she's in a rush to put Gerry through his paces!"

Charlie smiled that big beautiful smile of his. ""They're coming to dinner Saturday; better get some steak in, Gerry's going to need the protein!"

I laughed in genuine relief, I was so happy the boys had become such good friends, no awkwardness or distance between them.

"And now," he grinned, "after I make you dinner, I think I'd like to get some practice in, if you don't mind, sort of put me through my paces too!"

How can a girl resist an offer like that?

After dinner, we spent the evening cuddling, Charlie quiet and thoughtful, not even absent-mindedly groping me, as was his wont, so I asked him. "Penny for your thoughts, soldier-boy?"

"Eh?" said Charlie, obviously miles away, "Sorry Lu-Lu, I was just thinking about how best to work it so I can be with you. I think I'm going to have to resign my commission, apply for a job in the real world, perhaps there's scope for someone with my background and qualifications. I was thinking of talking with my old Defence Studies mentor at Sandhurst, get some advice and direction. I've done over 2 years of operations now, so I'm entitled to resign my commission or request an honourable discharge."

He looked so crestfallen, but I was thrilled that he was prepared to give up his beloved army, in spite of all the fear and dread, the terror for his life he'd had to contend with, and proud that he wanted to do this for me, because he knew I wanted him to be safe with me. However, I had to delay him making any kind of irrevocable decision, at least for a few days, until Lorna's little scheme kicked in and we knew what was in store for him, so I hedged.

"Sweetheart, I know that's not what you want, and I know I've been difficult about you and the army, and service in that terrible place, but please, don't walk away until we've talked about this properly. You've only been home a week, let's leave it for now, get your head around living with me for a while – who knows, you might discover that, all the great sex apart, I'm such a miserable cow you'll be happy to go back and continue doing your bit for Queen and Country! All that training and commitment from you, it would be for nothing if you just walked away. Please, don't make any snap decisions, for my sake and yours!"

He looked sideways at me. "Are you telling me, after all the tears and guilty confessions, you now think I should stay in, that I should go back at the end of my leave? Because I don't want to; I just want to be with you now, so, Big Sister, you'd better wind your neck back in and ask yourself what it is you really want. I want to have a proper home, and a real life, and a chance of a family, with you. I'm not sure what you're playing at here, but OK, because you asked, I'll give it another week, provided you agree to let up about it while I make sure of my decision, whatever it is. Agreed?"

"Agreed, baby boy, I'm glad you're not rushing anything, I want you be absolutely sure before you jump." I concurred. Now Lorna's victim had to come through, so a few anxious days were probably ahead before I could relax.

We slept that night without making love, Charlie too preoccupied to make a grab for me, me wracked with guilt over letting him think I was putting him on the spot over his beloved army career, so I lay there sleepless most of the night, not even his deep breathing and warmth lulling me to sleep. When I did eventually fall asleep, the sky was already turning grey, and I fell asleep because I was exhausted, not relaxed.

When Charlie woke, he'd slipped out of bed and made coffee, leaving me to sleep, only waking with the sound of him putting a cup for me on the nightstand, seeing his lovely smile and gorgeous eyes.

"Hello Blondie, do I get a good morning kiss?" he grinned; for answer I pulled him to me, his hands sliding around my waist and pulling me in tight to him. It was a long, slow and very satisfying kiss, and I could feel him hardening against me, making me feel happy and horny.

Charlie pulled away from our clinch to look down at me, wink, and lick the end of my nose, telling me nothing had changed between us, and that our almost-argument last night had been forgotten, at least for now. I snuggled down into him, glad to be holding him, as his hands roamed over me, stroking rubbing, squeezing and gently pinching, making me sigh, making me giggle, making me hot. I kissed him as hard as I could, holding him to me as his fingers slid into me, making me gasp as he stroked and caressed particularly sensitive spots, my pussy feeling moist and hot as my labia began to engorge.

Now he dipped his head and began licking and sucking my nipples, flicking them into hard points, the sensation exquisite, making little bursts of pleasure run through my body, my pussy beginning to twitch as my labia swelled and opened. Charlie slid his hand down to my pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down my slit, sliding one and then two fingers inside me and gently pumping them, his thumb caressing and gently flicking my clit, making me groan softly as little hot waves of pleasure thrilled through me. I reciprocated, taking hold of his penis, pumping it gently, squeezing rhythmically as I pumped, making him groan in turn, his cock firming up even harder, and beginning to twitch. I could feel his pulse as his cock thrummed, and his lips found mine, kissing me gently but passionately. I let go of him as he moved over me, positioning himself between my thighs, kissing me with little pecks, licking my lips, smiling at me, his beautiful eyes dancing with anticipation. When I nodded that I was ready, he slowly thrust into me, one long smooth entry that nearly made me faint with the sensation of him suddenly filling me, my pussy stretching and enveloping him, the pleasure blasting through me in a tsunami of sensation, and as he began to slowly pump himself in and out, I nearly fainted with the all the things he was doing to me, my body enveloped in waves of pleasure emanating from our joined sexes.

I rose up, pumping against him, pushing up as he bore down, meeting him stroke for stroke, feeling every contour of this thing hammering into me, filling me up, giving me such intense pleasure. At last, my body took over from my rational self, and the waves of orgasm rippled and billowed through me, making me sigh and hiss with pleasure, the sensations in my pussy thrilling through me, each wave more pleasurable than the last. I screamed in release, or thought I did, my whole world consisting of the pleasure my big, hot little brother was giving me as he humped and hammered into me. My cunt clamped tightly around his shaft, and he roared like a bull as his cock lurched and twisted inside me, sperm shooting into me, spurt after spurt of his hot semen filling my most intimate parts with his potent seed, his eyes tight shut as the powerful muscles of his neck and shoulders writhed and stood out in high relief, reminding me again what a magnificent specimen of young manhood I had in him.

Charlie stopped pumping me, his climax peaked and now diminishing, and he slowly withdrew, again tails of orgasm flickering in me, making me gasp and clench, his sperm slowly trickling out of me, not the gushes of recent days, mute evidence of how I'd been wringing him dry! I'd have to give him a few days off, I realised, if I wanted him to return to full capacity!

He dropped next to me on the bed, gathering me into him, caught in the afterglow, both of us murmuring and sighing as we fitted into each other, tired, but in that good way that only comes from incredible sex, no post-coital tristesse here! My hands slid and smoothed over him, feeling the contours and warmth of his body, his hands gently rubbing and caressing me all over, keeping me in close contact with him, a powerful feeling of love and being loved surrounding me.

We lay like that for maybe an hour, waking gradually to the day, content to just remain locked together, arms holding each other, occasional kissing and caressing, mainly just enjoying the proximity of each other, the warmth and comfort we felt as we lay like this.
At last Charlie made to get up. "Lu-Lu, how do you fancy some brekkie? My treat, a full fry-up, more protein than you can shake a stick at!"

I fancied, so we had a quick shower and headed for the kitchen, where Charlie showed his skill at field cookery by using every possible pan, griddle, skillet and plate I had to make breakfast for two!

We were just enjoying a coffee after washing up when the doorbell rang. I answered it, and my heart sank when I saw two redcaps, Military Police sergeants, and an army Land Rover.

"Good Morning Miss, is there a Lt. Manville currently residing at this address?" asked one of them, and I tried to keep my voice normal as I called out to Charlie.

"Charlie, MP's for you, you'd better come now!"

Charlie came to the door, curiosity written all over his face, looking suspiciously at the MP's; redcaps are never a popular sight to any British serviceman or woman.

"Lt. Manville?" confirmed the lead MP, and when Charlie nodded, the MP handed him a buff MoD envelope. Charlie tore it open and read the form inside.

"Lu-Lu, my leave's been cancelled. Look, 'D & A O, Delay and Await Orders'. I've also been ordered to report to the Garrison Commander at Abbey Wood, Where's that?" he asked the redcap.

"Bristol, Sir, " he replied, "and I've been requested to inform you that you present yourself to the GCO in No.1 Dress, Sir."

Charlie looked baffled, but asked them to wait while he dressed. I called them inside, made them tea while Charlie got dressed in his formal uniform. I'd stopped worrying, if he was under arrest, they'd have just taken him as he was, but them playing it like this told me he was being escorted to an important meeting.

When Charlie came in, in his full Officer's Service Dress, both MP's leaped to their feet and saluted, as he was now 'properly' dressed and officially an officer. I had to admit, in his peaked cap and Sam Browne belt, leather gloves and riding whip, he did look hot and romantic!

Charlie told them to carry on, and left them to their tea and biscuits while he talked quietly to me in the Lounge.

"Look, Lu-Lu, I don't know what's going on, and I don't know how long I'll be away, I'll call you when I'm done, OK? I'm just puzzled why Bristol; Household division's based in Windsor, that's where my CO is, so I'm wondering why I'm not reporting to Divisional HQ. Strange!"

I was unworried. Obviously, Lorna's little civil servant had done his bit, and at lightning speed, too, she must have really lit a fire under him! Now it just remained to see what happened next. He called the MP's to order, and let them escort him to the Land Rover, and off they went. I immediately called Lorna, told her what had just transpired, and she seemed pleased and unworried.

"We'll wait 'til Charlie gets back, see if chummy's lived up to his end of the bargain, then we'll take it from there!"

The day dragged by on leaden feet. After waiting on tenterhooks for the next three hours, I decided to go shopping, restock the freezer, and get a coffee in Banbury.

I got home just after 6, and as I was unloading the shopping, my 'phone rang. It was Charlie!

"Baby, what's happened, why all the sudden rush to see you, in Bristol, of all places?"

Charlie sounded strange, a little odd. "Lu, I've been promoted. I just got my captain's stars, the GCO pinned them on himself! Plus, I've been re-assigned, to Abbey Wood, Advanced Weapons Effects Simulators. They've given me a training post!"

I was nearly fainting with relief, Charlie was staying, he was staying! Thank you, Lorna, thank you!

Whatever else he said was lost in the noise in my head as the realisation that he was not going back nearly made me black out, my relief was so intense. I caught the tail end of what he was saying. "...and I have a new Leave Authorisation; I've been Stood-Down before orientation at Filton, so I'll be around for another 6 weeks from today!"

I was ecstatic; my boy was safe, and he was going to remain with me. I waited agog with excitement until I heard the sound of a car on the driveway, and opened the door to see Charlie being saluted out of a snatch Land-Rover by a Transport Corps driver, Charlie being very formal, returning the salute and granting him permission to leave, of course, he was a captain now, then turning to me with a huge grin splitting his face.

I squealed and hit him full on, grabbing his ears and pulling him down to kiss him, hard, and then cover his face with kisses. He laughed with delight, and lifted me around the waist, carried me back indoors and kissed me properly, holding me close to him by the simple expedient of grabbing my bum and pulling me in tight.

"So talk to me, Charlie, how did this all happen!" I laughed.

He looked pensive for a second, then began to speak.

"I've never seen anything like it, Abbey Wood's a huge complex, just on the outskirts of Bristol, near the Rolls Royce jet engine place at Filton, all branches of the services guarding all sorts of projects and developments there; I even saw some SAS, so there's obviously some pretty hush-hush stuff going on there. Anyway, when I arrived there, I was escorted to the GCO, the Garrison Commanding Officer, and he had my service file, which I thought was strange, that should have been at Windsor, at Divisional HQ. He sat me down and started telling me that I'd been selected to head-up a new weapons-effects project, modelling weapons' effectiveness in front-line deployment, and I would be helping to design the next-generation of assault weapon for the British Armed Forces. Apparently I'd come highly recommended, and it all got quite chummy after that – his son is over there in Helmand, so he was curious to know what it was like, his own combat experience was from 1982, so he wanted to know about the enhanced risks etc.

It ended up by him asking who the hell I'd slept with, as more senior officers had been passed over in favour of me, but I had to tell him I was as much in the dark as he was. God, I'll never understand the military bureaucracy, but I'm really glad it spun my way for a change!"

"Anyway, the upshot is that I'll be commanding an assault company, 120 men in all, and we'll be war-gaming in Imber, over on Salisbury Plain, testing new weapons as a possible replacement for the SA-80 bull-pup and L86 LSW. So I get to live here – it's a 2 hour drive to Imber, but I'll only be there one or two days a week, the rest of the time, I'll either be at Bristol, again, only 2 hours away, or stood down here!"

I was over the moon, so much so I literally dragged him upstairs, tore his clothes off, and fucked him hard and with feeling! We kept going all through the night, not stopping for meals, enjoying our new freedom, Charlie as turned-on as I was, both of us luxuriating in the start of our new life together. We eventually fell asleep as dawn was breaking, my heart fully at peace for the first time in God alone knew how long.

EPILOGUE.

I sat in the stand on Horse Guards Parade, watching the lines of red-coated Guardsmen wheel and precision march in front of the Saluting Podium, giving salute to the Queen as they marched past, the massed bands of all the Guards regiments playing in normal time.

My father's old regiment, The Coldstream Guards were having their new Colours trooped as part of the Queen's birthday celebrations, as one or other of the five Guards regiments do every year, and I had been invited to attend the ceremony as a guest of the regiment.

At last, the regiment had marched past, and taken up ranks on the edge of Horse Guards Parade, awaiting the order to begin marching down the Mall to Buckingham Palace. Now the Household Cavalry formed up, their lines of perfectly matched black geldings wheeling in column to face the Saluting Base. The Guard Captain walked his horse forward to come within one length of the podium, to give salute to the Queen, as leader of her personal guard detachment, looking splendid, dashing and romantic in his silver cuirasse breastplate and helmet, with the neck-length red horsehair plume, Royal Blue tunic, snowy white gauntlets and riding breeches, black jackboots shining like mirrors.

His sword came down from parade rest to low guard, then straight up, his elbow out from his body as the sword swept in front of him, point straight up, blade flat to the monarch, held steady for a count of three, then back down to low guard. He repeated this twice more, the Queen nodding in acceptance of the salute, and he turned and, with his sword once again at parade rest, walked his horse forward one length, then called out the order to proceed. "Column will form rank by two's...left wheel!" They all turned in perfect synchronisation to face the entrance to The Mall, forming up two abreast.

"Guard detachment will form on me.....Form up!" And with that, the column moved forward until the lead rider was parallel to him, then stopped, waiting for the Queen's carriage to arrive at the Saluting Podium. Once the royal carriage signalled that it was moving out, half the column moved up in front of the State Landau, to escort the Queen. The other half of the column took up station behind it, escorting it back to the palace, the Life guards in their red tunics forming up line abreast in two behind the Blues & Royals.

"Look, Charlie," I pointed, "can you see him? There's Daddy!" The little boy with the jet black hair and eyes like emeralds craned his neck, trying to see his father, as Charlie led the guard detachment back to the palace, escorting his Commander-in-Chief to the sound of clapping and cheering from the crowds and the heat-lightning flashing of cameras the length of the Mall.


Chapter-4…..Part-1

They say the key to telling a story is to know the ending and work backwards along the story 'til you come to the beginning, but where exactly is the beginning? When my five-times great-grandfather decided that a life as a cotton trader in India was too boring and so bought himself a commission in the East India Company army, beginning the family tradition of military service? Does it begin when my great-great-great grandfather scouted a hillside in Natal in 1879, in a place called Isandlwana, spotted a few Zulu's, and neglected to look over his shoulder at the other 20,000 Zulu warriors bearing down on him and his regiment, the 24th Regiment of Foot? Or is it when my Grandfather went on leave from Brunei and attended that party at the Raffles Hotel in Singapore and so met my grandmother for the first time? Or does it maybe start with my birth in the Queen Elizabeth II Hospital in Woolwich, right next door to my father's posting at the Woolwich Arsenal? All I can figure out for certain is that true beginnings are as difficult to grasp as smoke, you can go cross-eyed trying to work out the exact point a tale really truly begins, and only the story itself makes sense. All I know is that all the men in my family were soldiers, and all of them had died quite messily as soldiers, which seemed to be the other family tradition. Very depressing.

I was born to Juliette and Lawrence Boscombe, Lieutenant-Colonel Boscombe, 7th (Parachute) Regiment, Royal Horse Artillery, part of 16 Air Assault Brigade and just as gung –ho as all that implies. Wherever the British Army was deployed, whether as part of NATO peacekeeping, or in Northern Ireland, or as part of the EU security forces, there was my dad, in the thick of it.

My brother Gerry was born two years after me, presumably after a burst of friendliness with my mother on the rare occasions when both my parents were in the same country at the same time.

My mother died in childbirth, leaving Gerry and me in the care of assorted au-pairs and nannies while my father protected democracy in various hotspots around the world. Gerry and I never accompanied him when he was on long deployments, so I never really got to know him as a child, even more so for Gerry. The best we had was the latest carer or, as we got older, one of several boarding schools dotted around the country.

My father wasn't neglectful or anything like that, it was just that he saw his duty to protect Queen and Country as a little more important than bringing up his children, so I spent most of my childhood alone in some boarding school somewhere in the wilds. While I was off in boarding school, Gerry lived with family friends until he too was old enough to go to boarding school. Dad was a good provider, and although we never had a family home, we never lacked for money or things; he was a good father when he managed to forget he was a highly disciplined, single-focussed, military-minded killing machine.

Both Gerry and I took after our mother; we were both blonde, with blue eyes, unlike dad, and while I sometimes looked a little like her, Gerry was the spitting image of our mother, although I needed photographs to see that; I had only the vaguest memories of her. I did get the impression when I actually did meet-up with dad that he somehow blamed Gerry for her death, and as a result, dad had almost nothing to do with him other than provide for him as his responsibility.

As Gerry got older, he began to see it that way too, so he usually avoided dad with the flimsiest of reasons. It eventually got to the point where Gerry had managed to avoid seeing him for almost five years on the trot; he was always "staying with friends" when dad was on leave, and dad never really asked about him.

When I was 11 years old, as the child of a senior officer on deployment, I was sent to a seniors boarding school in Rutland, paid for by the Army, where I met my best and most precious friend, Lucy Manville. We both had the same background; Army brats with the privileges and zero family life that went with it, so we gravitated quite naturally to each other. I found a kindred spirit in Lucy; she hated the army as much as I did, and she hated her father for abandoning her and her younger brother to follow the drum wherever it led him.

When Lucy and I were 16 and our brothers were 14, both our father's were killed while on-deployment; Lucy's father was leading a company in the field against a concentration of Iraqi Republican Guard in a place called Al Zubair in Basra when he stepped on a landmine. He was the most senior British officer killed so far in that whole unholy mess. My dad died when his Chinook helicopter crashed or was shot down, we'll never know which, in Zakho in Northern Iraq. Thankfully there was no blather about how he died a warrior's death blah, blah, blah; the thing about having a warrior's death is, they're usually messy and you end up dead. Not good.

So there we were, four of us stranded in boarding school, four loose pieces left on the board as legacies and casualties of the Army game; Lucy, her gorgeous younger brother, Charlie, Gerry, and me. Charlie was everything Gerry wasn't; tall, jet-black curly hair, emerald eyes, spectacularly good-looking, at 14 already more man than most I'd ever seen, and he contrasted sharply with my thin, short, weedy, four-eyed, nondescript little brother.

I'd inherited some of dad's attitudes toward Gerry; he was almost effeminate, with his fluffy golden hair and his permanently vague expression behind thick pebble glasses, and I hate to admit it, but like dad, I came to blame him for taking my mother away from me. Then came the turning point in our relationship, where I went from disliking him to actively despising him.

One day, when I was just 17, in my last summer holiday before I left school for University, and he was almost 15, I caught him peeking at me.

I was taking a shower at the family friend's we stayed at when summer holidays rolled around, and I happened to notice a small hole low down in the wall, and a quick movement behind it, a shadow as of someone standing there. I twigged what it was, and I knew there was only one other person in the house at that time, Gerry, so I pretended not to notice; if he really was peeking at me, I would give him something to worry about, no fear!

I moved to the vanity and turned on the taps to mask any sound I might make, and eased the door open, slipping out into the corridor and sneaking up to the room next to the bathroom. Luckily I hadn't changed yet, so the little mole-rat wasn't going to get any free eyeful's today! I looked in, and sure enough, there he was, standing next to the hole in the wall adjoining the bathroom, obviously hoping for an eyeful. He was so intent on his disgusting little hobby that he never even heard or noticed me slip into the room.

I clicked my fingers, and as he snapped upright, a look of confusion on his pasty little face, I kicked him as hard as I could right where it would teach him the hardest lesson. He keeled over, gasping for breath as he clutched himself.

I leaned down and grabbed his ear.

"That's for perving on me. If I ever catch you doing anything like that again, I'm reporting you to the police, do you understand me, Gerry Boscombe?"

He writhed on the ground.

"I didn't...I wasn't...!" he gasped, but I was far too angry to listen to his excuses.

"You make me sick, you nasty little stain. From now on, when I'm in the house, you be somewhere else, or better still, find someone else to spend your holidays with, understand?"

With hindsight, if I'd really paid attention to him, I might have seen that there was no guilt on his face or in his voice, only confusion and innocence, but I was far too busy giving him his marching orders to ever actually listen to him. Was I ever that intolerant and overbearing? I guess I was.

He nodded, so I let go of his head and felt a small sense of satisfaction when it thudded on the floor as he curled up in a ball. A week later he was gone; he'd asked a school-friend if he could stay for the summer, and packed his stuff and gone. I couldn't care less; as far as I was concerned it was good riddance.

And that, pretty much, was that; I never heard from him again, and certainly never ever gave him a second's thought.

I went on to university that Autumn, the Slade in London, to study Fine Arts and Interior Design, and managed to completely forget I had a brother; besides, I was working on a plan to nab someone else's brother while I worked my way through the ranks of the Univ London students who could best meet my standards. I was learning a huge amount in the way of high arousal, deep kink, and low perversion, have no fear, and I had just the man in mind to unleash it all on...

When I heard Charlie Manville had finally left Wellington, all the way off in the wilds of darkest Somerset, and had entered the Royal Military Academy at Sandhurst, a short drive from where I lived in South-West London, all of that stopped, however. I wanted Charlie; I always had, and now that he was 18, it was time to pounce. So I did. I knew exactly how Lucy felt about him studying to be an officer and a gentleman; she thought he was an arse, and frankly, so did I, but I was prepared to forgive a lot because he was so fucking beautiful...

For the next three years, Charlie and I spent nearly every weekend learning just what the human body can inflict on itself in the way of sexual excess. However, although Charlie was never less than ecstatic to see me, and horny enough for a herd of Billy-goats, I soon picked up on the fact it was another blonde entirely that he wanted to be shoving his cannon-barrel of a cock into; his sister, Lucy. He was never crass enough to say so, but a couple of times, in the throes of passion, as he was gunning a bucket-full of spunk into my arse, for instance, he'd forget himself and moan out her name, but he never mentioned it after, and I never brought it up; it was, if not the elephant in the room, at least the grand piano in the bathroom, and we tacitly ignored it. I knew Charlie loved me, but while he was quite obviously in love with Lucy, he was content, and sweet enough, to love me the best he could if he couldn't have her. As for me, just to know that I had someone as gorgeous and sweet as Charlie Manville all to myself, for now, at least, was more than enough.

Just around the time Charlie was preparing to pass-out as a cadet and go to his regiment as a fully fledged officer and cannon-fodder, grist for the British Army's relentless mill in that pointless killing-zone, to Lucy's unabated horror and monumental anger, I received a short note from my pervert little brother.

He was asking me if I wanted to attend his graduation ceremony at Kings College, Cambridge, adding a footnote that I if I didn't want to come he'd understand. Cambridge? The little snot got into Cambridge? Maybe he had some brains; looking the way he did, he was going to need them if he ever managed to land a girl, although I couldn't imagine any woman in her right mind wanting a spotty specimen like him. I think it would be true to say I was still a little angry over my belief that he'd been perving on me, but conversely, I was proud of him for doing so well, and also a little guilty for cutting him out of my life so completely for almost seven years now.

To be honest, I was also feeling a little sorry for him; we had no other family, so he'd be alone at his graduation. There'd be no-one to take the mantel-piece picture of him in his Graduation robe, no one to stand next to him as he posed in his robe, and no-one to attend the family reception with. I'd had Lucy, and most of our old crew from school, but Gerry had always been a lonely kid, so I wasn't even sure he'd have any friends to be there for him.

On the day, I arrived two hours early at the address he'd given me, feeling distinctly uncomfortable at the thought of seeing him again after so many years, guilt warring with pity for him; after all, more than a third of his young life had gone by since I'd kicked him out of mine; I wondered briefly who'd been there for him for all the birthdays and Christmases I'd missed (ignored, an even deeper part of me reminded me, you ignored him), a fresh wash of guilt nearly making me turn around and leave, but I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath, and knocked. After a few seconds, a tall slender young Asian man wearing just a towel answered the door, and immediately jumped behind it in embarrassment when he saw me standing there.

"Can I help you, miss?" he asked, peering nervously around the door.

I had to suppress a smile at his sweet modesty in this day and age.

"I was looking for Gerry Boscombe....?"

He smiled even more nervously at me, and ducked back behind the door.

"Please, come in, he's around somewhere...GERRY! VISITOR!" he yelled, closing the door behind me and bolting for his room, clutching his towel tightly with both hands.

I sat down, looking around a typical male student flat, the smell of takeaways and a faint whiff of elderly laundry uppermost in the room.

"OK, who is it, Ramesh, did they give a name...Oh, Lorna...what are you doing here?" said a deep, soft voice behind me.

I turned expecting to see my brother, with a mental picture of the weedy youth I'd kicked so hard, maybe taller, but essentially still the same; instead I saw a gorgeous, beautifully proportioned, golden-skinned, six-foot blonde man, and what a man, his naked torso rippling with muscle, his arms and shoulders sculpted cables of flexing muscles, and a chest like a movie muscle-man, tapering down to a slim, highly defined stomach and waist. Even his face had changed; gone was that vague, slightly effeminate look that had been his habitual expression; with maturity had come eye-catching looks and high cheekbones, all set-off by his bright blonde hair, fabulous blue-violet dolls-eyes, and white, even teeth; fuck me, he was gorgeous! Even as I stared at him, I felt my pussy give a hitch and a twitch, and felt surprised at the reaction; this was my little brother!

"Why didn't you say you were coming, Lorna?" he asked, and I stopped nakedly ogling him to answer his question.

"I thought I'd surprise you and give you a present for your graduation."

I held out his gift, a chunky stainless-steel Breitling Chronomat Evolution watch with the secondary UTC watch built into the bracelet; it was a sufficiently 'grown-up' present for a young man of his age, and I thought it might be a way to say sorry for neglecting him for so long, for so little reason. He accepted my gift graciously and grinned broadly, suddenly looking 12 again (from the chin up, at least; everywhere else was all man, and what a man, oh my paws and whiskers, yes!)

"You certainly did that, Lor. I never heard back from you, so I assumed you were still mad at me and you wouldn't come, but I'm glad you did. Thank you for coming."

I was trying to control my breathing; for some reason I felt the need to pant, and my heart was hammering as I stared awestruck at this glorious vision of perfect, muscular man-flesh. I had to admit to myself; my brother was a total biscuit, man-child extraordinaire, a banquet of beef beyond fucking belief!

I sat back to catch my breath, my face boiling as I blushed scarlet. I cast around for something to say, something to fill the seven years since I'd last seen hide or hair of him, or even heard his voice.

"I see you've grown up!" I quipped, mentally kicking myself for being so inane, me, who prided herself on her mastery of the rapier cut and thrust of repartee and the razor-sharp, biting, witty retort...

Gerry grinned, his blue eyes sparkling as he looked me up and down, giving a quick flick at my high boobs in my slinky dress.

"So have you Lorna, and I have to say, you look even better now than the last time I saw you; only now, you seem to have shrunk; I distinctly remember you being a lot taller than me; and stronger, if that kick was anything to go by!"

I could have curled up in shame at being reminded what I'd done to him; he was only a young teenager; I could have permanently injured him! I started to gabble out an apology, but he just waved it away, instead just grinning at my discomfort, but not in a malicious way.

I stared up at him, and he smiled down at me.

"I was never peeking at you, you know," he said softly, "I was supposed to feed that idiot cat, I was looking for it in the room next to the shower room when I spotted the hole; I was going to call out to you and warn you, but, well, you know what happened. You never gave me a chance, but you never even stopped to wonder how a teenage boy, a guest in someone-one else's home, could possibly drill a hole in a solid masonry wall with just a collection of Star Wars figures...! I missed you, Lor..." he whispered

I cringed as I realised what he was saying, but when I looked up, I saw only warmth and understanding in his beautiful blue eyes.

"Pax?" he offered his hand.

"Pax!" I agreed, taking his hand and shaking it once, the boarding-school ritual satisfied.

I just had to know something.

"So Gerry, where did all this," I waved my hand up and down at him, "where did it all come from? You were such a weedy shrimp in school, how..?" Nice, Lor, subtle...

He sat down, the writhing cables of muscle and tight, cobblestone stomach nearly making me faint with the sight of all that muscular flesh rippling and flexing so tantalizingly close.

"Rowing, Lor, I'm a Blue for my college. I was in the team that won the Boat Race this year."

I was flabbergasted; my little brother had rowed, and won, the Oxford-Cambridge Boat race? Oh my God, students come from all over the world trying for a place in one of the colleges just so they could go home and say they'd competed in the Boat Race, and he'd actually won it! My heart was suddenly bursting with pride for my little brother. As a Boat Race winner, he was automatically a prospect for the Olympics Sixes.

At least now I could understand where that superb, and I mean superb, physique had come from; rowing is one of the most energy-sapping sports around, requiring truly astounding upper-body strength and endurance, and a champion rower needs to be honed to the peak of physical fitness; I knew this because during my Uni days I'd dated a couple of the Pairs and Diamond Sculls team rowers, and they were built like Gerry. Almost unbidden a thought flashed across my mind; was he as sexually voracious and endlessly energetic as those guys? I dismissed it right away as unnatural, but it lurked there, right on the periphery of my mind...

I mentally compared him to Charlie my Darling, and I have to say, while Charlie was gorgeous, and muscular, and tall and just beautiful, he had a soldier's physique, a body honed lean and supple for combat; Gerry was something else entirely; barrel-chested, massive shouldered, abdominal muscles like cobblestones, superbly well developed, handsome, and masculine, a body built for huge expenditure of energy and effort, with a level of physical fitness so extreme I couldn't believe he'd managed it; he'd seemed so detached and disinterested in everything except his collection of Star Wars figures when he was a teenager.
Gerry excused himself, saying he had to get dressed, which caused a wash of disappointment in me; I liked looking at him, he was like the model of the perfect male, and he made my mouth water, too!

He came back out again shortly, dressed this time in a black suit, snowy white dress shirt and a Cambridge Blue tie with his college crest on it. He looked delicious; the black suit fitted him perfectly, and coupled with that chiselled profile and wave of bright flaxen hair flopping down over one eye, it made him look young, strikingly handsome, and completely edible.

"We have to leave now, Lorna, I have to pick up my robe, they're using the refectory as a robing room this year, so let's go."

As we left, it seemed natural for me to slip my arm through his, and we strolled that way across the quadrangle from his rooms to the refectory, where the robes were ranged along tables to the rear, neatly folded and tagged for each graduate. Gerry was handed a black robe with a white tippet, and I helped him dress among a gaggle of his friends who'd descended upon us. He appeared to be a popular man, and I was honestly glad for him; I'd been so afraid he was an isolated loner, but he'd surprised me and come out of his shell.

He was graduating with a Double-First, from Cambridge, and I was completely awestruck. In his four years here, he had achieved a Double-First Class Honours degree; I just couldn't get my head around that. He'd be in good company; Francis Bacon, Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin, Lord Kelvin, and Crick and Watson, the Nobel Prize-winning discoverers of the DNA helix, and of course, the great Stephen Hawking; all Cambridge Alumni. My little brother was in some awesome company, and I was nearly bursting with pride!

When the Master of The College called him to collect his diploma I was in tears. I'd neglected him shamefully for far too long, punishing him out of all proportion for such a minor perceived transgression, a boyhood act, and now here he was, graduating from the most prestigious university in the world. After the ceremony, I tried to congratulate him, but I was too choked-up with pride, regret, and shame for leaving him out for so long. Gerry understood, crushing me to him as I hugged him tightly, my heart thudding as I held this gorgeous specimen as long as I could.

After the ritual of meeting and greeting the Master of The College, and The Chancellor, there was a formal dinner, and once that was done, there was a series of parties to choose from, all of which Gerry was invited to. We went to one at Girton, the Women's college, where every graduating female in Cambridge seemed to want to dance with him. I had a fair few offers myself, and I'd danced with a few of the more attractive (and sober) boys, but my attention was riveted on Gerry, and when he was slow-dancing with some girl, there was definitely a twinge, or several twinges, of jealousy. I was so preoccupied with him that I hardly noticed the amateurish efforts to seduce or grope me by the more ambitious, or drunk, graduates, almost absent-mindedly fending them off. As the evening wore on, Gerry finally noticed I wasn't really having a good time, so he asked me to dance, after having just had a stunningly beautiful oriental girl rubbing herself all over him.

As we danced, I leaned against him, feeling how firm and reassuring his chest was, his heartbeat slow and regular, and a bulge in the area of his groin that definitely needed thinking about; it felt like someone had shoved a lead bar down there, a very thick lead bar...

I rubbed against it unthinkingly, pressing my mound against him, and Gerry pulled back slightly, obviously taken aback.

"Sorry about that Lorna, I can't help it; Jenna Kwai-Lam may be a theoretical physicist, but she's a stunner, and we kind of...thing is, she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Sorry Sis."

So, he'd been doing...things, with that lovely girl, eh? Interesting. Now my interest in him notched-up another level. I actually simpered at him; God, I was obvious, back then...

"It's quite alright, Gerry, no harm done; actually, it felt quite nice...!"

He pulled away again, looking at me in something akin to shock, his fabulous blue eyes sharp and penetrating behind his sexy spider-frame glasses. As he processed what I'd said, or hinted, he slowly flushed, grinned a 'naughty-boy' grin, and stepped back into me. I took the opportunity to press myself into him and grind against him even more, feeling out the size and heft of that thing he had packed away down there, my head crowding with thoughts of where this evening might end.

As I danced with him, my evening began to feel better, and a wicked, dirty, and downright illegal plan began to formulate itself in my head; Gerry was gorgeous, I was horny, he was packing some serious poundage down there, Christ, it was a situation made in crazy-fuck heaven! My mind was made up; I was going to strip him, suck him, and fuck his brains out, brother or not, and the law could go piss on itself for all I cared. All I knew was that he was going to be subjected to the full Monty; every move and sluttish little trick I'd learned, he was going to get the benefit, lucky boy, and I was determined to get that large lump of man-meat shoved in me if I had to get him to do it at gunpoint!

We continued dancing together the rest of the evening, Gerry staring down into my eyes as I stared up into his, naked lust glinting between us like knife blades as we held each other close and ground ourselves together. At last, we silently came to a mutual decision; this evening needed to end, we had other, better things to do...

Once the decision was made, getting out of there was almost childishly simple.

"Gerry," I whispered, "let's go now, we need to go back to your place...!"

As I said that I slid a hand between us and gave his bedroom trophy a healthy squeeze, letting him know just what exactly I was talking about. He bundled me out of there with almost indecent haste (well, considering what was brewing between us, what word would YOU use?), and we virtually sprinted back to his digs. Luckily he lived in one of the quads at Kings, so we didn't have to trail across town to get home quickly. I kept a hand on his firm muscular bum the whole journey back to his place, keeping him constantly reminded why I needed to get him indoors and in private.

Once indoors we charged into the bedroom, unzipping, unbuttoning, and sliding-off our clothes in a frenzy of stripping; I was agog to see Gerry's package; that thing had been rubbing against my weeping slit all night, and I wanted to see what it was that had made me so horny. I wasn't disappointed.

Gerry was down to just his briefs, and there was the thickest, most intimidating bulge behind that tight-stretched material. I was still in my bra, panties, and stockings, and apparently he liked the view, from the way his cock lurched inside its prison. I have size 36C breasts, and my nipples were sticking out like chapel hat-pegs, giving him a shot I hope is imprinted in his memory forever after, amen! I only buy my lingerie from the 'Agent Provocateur' range, and the miniscule high-sided 'Juniper' mesh thong panties and matching bra was definitely ticking the 'Like' box with him. Good...

I had to see that thing in the flesh, so to speak, and stepped up to him, intending to help him release the beast, but Gerry pulled me close and dipped down to kiss me, the first actual moment of real intimacy between us. As our lips met, an airburst went off in my head; I actually sagged against him as a strange sensation coursed through me, and the need to hold and kiss him almost overwhelmed me. My hands came up and locked around his neck as I kissed him back wildly, bruisingly, unable to get enough of his suddenly unbearably sexy mouth.

Gerry's hands slid down my back, holding me against him by the small of my back as he ground his crotch against mine, before slipping them into my panties and cupping my bum, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he kissed me. My bum is one of my best features, and he was obviously enjoying what he found down there! My hands explored him as I writhed against him, my fingers finding his body a mass of solid, smooth muscle, hard and firm against my questing fingers, rippling enticingly as he moved against me.

I surfaced from that kiss gasping at the need for air and at the huge rush his kiss was sending around my body, and as his fingers slipped into the waistband of my thong, I reached behind me to unclip my bra and pull it away. My panties slipped free, and now I was naked in front of my spectacularly gorgeous baby brother, his figure like some sculptural masterpiece from one of the masters of old, and the products of arousal already seeping from between my bare lips and wetting my inner thighs.

I slid to my knees and once again massaged and squeezed that big bulge inside that flimsy cloth restraint, until I could take the suspense no longer, and pulled down his shorts, letting his member spring free, almost slapping me in the face.

I stared in awe; his cock wasn't as long as Charlie's, being about seven and a half inches or so, but it was incredibly thick. It looked like an aerosol spray can sticking out of a nest of tight golden curls, and I just wanted to lick, suck, and fondle that thick column of meat.

I dipped my head forward and licked the tip lightly, tasting him, a drizzle of clear lubricant oozing from the head as it crowned through his foreskin. He tasted tangy, salty-sweet and delicious, and I slid the skin back to expose the purple swollen head fully. I slipped my lips over him, licking and rubbing my tongue over him as I slid my mouth fully over him. There was no way I could fit that thing down my throat; my mouth was fully stretched open, and he filled it completely. I put my hands on his stomach to stop him pumping into my mouth; I didn't have enough room in there for him to fuck my mouth like that. No matter what, though, I still intended to fellate him properly and suck the spunk right out of that bar of hot man-flesh my lips were stretched around so obscenely.

As I sucked, I could feel his breathing quickening; he was approaching the point of no return. He was making tiny thrusting movements, his hands on each side of my head, holding me in place as I licked and sucked his cock, rolling my tongue around the sides of it and sliding it through the furrow across the tip. I did that again and again, feeling him shudder, until finally, when I thrust the tip of my tongue into the piss-slit and sucked hard, he lost all self-restraint.

"Oh God, Lor, I'm...!" he groaned.

I sucked one last time, hard, locking my lips tight around his shaft as I stared wide-eyed up into those bright blue eyes of his, so like mine, and he gave a groan, his cock head swelling-up even larger as his shaft gave a solid muscular pulse. A surge of hot sperm shot into the back of my throat, momentarily making me gag before the swallow reflex took over. Pulse after pulse of his hot cream followed, blasting into my mouth almost faster than I could swallow, but I managed to keep up with him as he filled my mouth with his delicious spunk.

At last he finished ejaculating, the jets of spunk dying away into one last trickle of sperm oozing and bubbling from his cock. He remained as hard as ever; no sign of his erection abating was evident, and I smiled to myself as I sucked the last remnants of spunk out of his cock and licked his cock-head clean and dry. That was the state of readiness I'd come to expect from my previous rower-boys, and it looked like this one was cut from the same cloth...

Gerry pulled me to my feet, and kissed me deeply as his hands roamed over me, touching, caressing, and enjoying himself. Meanwhile, his lips were also doing things to me. He dipped his head down and licked one and then another of my nipples, and both girls sprang to attention immediately. He licked them again, alternating between one and the other, teasing them out into hard, rubbery points by gently nibbling them and making me gasp as he pulled them lightly between his teeth. At the same time his hand slipped between my legs to stroke and caress my streaming pussy, one finger sliding between my lips and into my hole, frigging me as he sucked on my nipples.

His other hand snaked down my back to explore between my cheeks, finding, and lightly scratching and rubbing at my puckered little rosebud. He slid his finger down past my anus, and into my wet pussy, sliding in and out of me with alternate hands as he suckled on my achingly erect nipples. Then the hand that was behind me was withdrawn from my pussy and slid back up to my pucker, and as he raised his head to kiss me, he slid his finger deep into my anus, making me gasp at the sudden pleasurable invasion.

He continued to frig me in both holes as he kissed me, and the combination of his kiss and his fingers plugging my anus and lightly brushing against my clitoris was slowly driving me crazy. I broke our kiss and pulled him toward the bed, all I wanted was to get that meaty ramrod shoved deep into me, but Gerry had other ideas. As he helped me onto the bed, he pulled me back down toward him, draping my legs over the side of the bed as he knelt on the floor. I knew what he wanted, and I spread my legs willingly for him as he leaned forward and began planting soft, feather-touch kisses along my inner thighs and around my bare pussy.

He kept this up until I was almost out of my mind; I wanted his lips and tongue where they'd do the most good; firmly up against my steaming cunt. Each time I tried to press his head against my vulva he shook me off with a grin and went back to kissing and licking everywhere except where I needed it most.

Finally he relented and leaned in to kiss and lightly lick my gaping slit, those feather touches still tormenting me, but when I hunched my pussy up against his mouth, he jammed his tongue into my pussy as far as he could, licking my inner lips as his tongue filled my hole. I groaned out aloud with pleasure, and groaned again when his lips and tongue captured my aching clitoris, the thrills shuddering through me as my baby brother ate my cunt so expertly.

Gerry lapped and sucked my clitoris, keeping me on the brink of orgasm while he gently, expertly played my pussy like a concert violinist, not a note out of place as he took me to places I had rarely been, the big one building inside me the whole time. He kept me on that edge until finally he jammed his tongue into my tight rosebud. I came then, dissolving into a screaming maelstrom of pleasure as my whole body shuddered and quivered with the sensations roaring through me, wave after wave of pure ecstasy washing over me while white lightning danced through my eyes, blinding me with pleasure as my brother ate me so completely perfectly.

I think I passed out from the sheer overload of sensation, because the next thing I remember is being on the bed with Gerry's massive arms holding me tight against him. As I turned to smile at him, he kissed me again, and once again the need for him rose up and slammed into me like a wall. I wanted him, I needed him so badly right now, I wanted him to take me and make me his, I wanted to own and be owned by him, and I wanted it all to happen right now!

He must have seen something of this flicker in my eyes, and he smiled at me in complete understanding. His hands moved down to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks, pulling them apart as he kissed me. I turned onto my back, parting my legs to let him know I was ready for him, and Gerry moved up between my thighs, sliding his hand under the small of my back to push my midsection up, enabling him to lick and nibble on my nipples. As I writhed beneath him, the sensations from my nipples zinging up and down my central nervous system, I felt his solid cock prodding at the wet entrance to my pussy. I reached down and held him, aiming him properly, and nodded. Gerry smiled and began to slowly push forward.

Christ, he was thick! I could feel my gash splitting as his enormous cock-head slowly slid into me, but I had to make him go slowly; I'd never had anything that big in me before, and I needed to adjust and get used to it.

Slowly, inexorably, that fat pillar of flesh slid into me while I gasped like an Eskimo in a heat wave, until I felt his big soft velvety balls banging gently against my arsehole; he was in, oh my God, I'd actually fitted that thing into me!

He waited for me to stop gasping before he began to slowly, oh! so slowly, pump in and out of me , withdrawing almost all the way out, leaving me feeling empty, then sliding back in to restore that delicious feeling of fullness I was coming to need from this superb cock I had buried in me. As I became accustomed to the fit and the feel of him inside me, he slowly began to pump more rhythmically, sliding his cock in and out, in an increasing tempo while I shook, writhed and shuddered beneath him, orgasm after orgasm chasing though me. Even my darling Charlie and that axe-handle cock of his had never made me come so hard or so often, and my heart was drumming like Roger Taylor on steroids as Gerry pistoned that stone-hard column of flesh into me.

His hands slid further around my bum, gripping hold of the cheeks and pulling them apart as he pounded into me, and suddenly I knew what I wanted him to do to me. I leaned up and whispered into his ear, and he stopped pounding to look at me quizzically. I grinned and nodded, and so my cocksman of a brother slid his fabulous dick out of me, making my gaping pussy twinge with regret as that empty feeling rushed in again. Gerry knelt back as I took a moment to catch my breath from that raging-bull pounding I'd just had, and I turned onto my front, kneeling in front of him. As I leaned forward, sticking my arse in the air, Gerry took hold of my hips and pulled me to him. I was expecting him to mount me, but instead I felt his tongue slowly and gently lap at my gaping pussy, tasting me rather than stimulating me. Then his target became clear; with a sudden, slow, unstoppable push, he forced his tongue deep into my bum hole, rimming me deeply as his fingers slid into my streaming pussy.

As I gasped at the sensation, he withdrew, and once again I felt his cock pressing against my pussy, sliding into the gaping slit to bury itself deep inside me. I pouted and murmured in disappointment, but I needn't have worried; he was just lubricating himself, and after a couple of pumps he withdrew, placing his cock head instead against my quivering bum hole.

"Yes, Gerry, please, baby brother, fuck my arse, I want that thing in my arse now, shove it in me!" I begged him, and he obliged, slowly but inexorably pushing forward. I was used to this from doing it on a regular basis with Charlie, so I relaxed and pushed my ring out. Even so, he was significantly thicker than Charlie, so it was still a pretty hit and miss thing as to whether he was going to get that pillar of a cock into my arse, willing or no!

At last, I could feel his huge girth stretching me open, sliding into me millimetre by millimetre. Darling Gerry deliberately kept it as slow as possible, that sweet, considerate boy. He could tell from my gasping and twitching that it wasn't going in easy, but I was determined to get every inch of that magnificent sculpted cock shoved all the way up my arse, if it took the rest of the night.

Once he was in, he began that slow in-out motion, the sensation as he pulled back out thrilling me almost beyond endurance, and the breathtaking feeling of fullness as he slid back in to fill me again. All the while I was gabbling and praising him, almost incoherent with the pleasure overload as he fucked my back hole so perfectly.

"Oh God, oh God, yesss, yess, Oh Christ, Gerry, yess, like that, baby...!" the litany went on as he pounded into me, seemingly inexhaustible, his stamina, and ability to keep me gasping on the end of his mighty cock finally clearing away all childhood images of him and leaving behind only the picture in my mind of his sheer physical beauty; all I knew was, he was mine now, and I was his, now and forever; he owned me, and I would never again want or need anyone else; that was the simple truth of it.
The relentless pounding of his cock into my anus was having its effect on me; mini-orgasms chased and spun through me, making my belly quiver and my nipples tingle as one after another raced through me. Gerry was feeling it too, and he suddenly pulled me upright, his hands clasping my breasts tightly as he continued to piston his cock into me. The different angle, the feel of his warm hands rubbing and squeezing my nipples, and the whole incredibly filthy, erotic, hyper-sexual scenario we were playing-out here exploded in my mind. I came in a truly shattering wash of pulsating orgasmic shock, an earthquake of pleasure that had me shrieking out as I came like a feight-train, an orgasm no man had ever given me, not even my darling Charlie, inventively dirty-minded sex-god that he was!

As I came my anus tightened as my pussy convulsed and squirted my juices in a spray over the bedcovers, and that tipped Gerry over the edge; I felt his cock swell and stiffen even further, wedging in my tight hole as he spurted what felt like a gallon of hot spunk deep into my bowels, bathing my insides with his delicious cock-cream. Jet after jet of it rammed inside me, his thick cock plugging me so fully that not a drop flowed out, all of it was injected into the place that needed it most; my tight bumhole. As he filled me he continued to ram into me and the sensation of his spunk spraying inside me, his cock continually hammering me, his fingers rubbing and squeezing my tender nipples all combined into one long pulse beat of orgasms, one after another flaring through me, making me gasp and sob in fulfilment.

At last it was over, and I sagged against him, only holding myself upright by reaching behind him and locking my hands behind his neck. Gerry kissed me softly on the base of my neck, and slid his hands down from my breasts to cup my stomach and my pussy, holding me against him as I quivered and twitched in aftershock. He slowly released his grip on me, allowing me to disengage from that columnar cock still jammed in my arse and slide to the bed, so fucking sated it was untrue; I had literally been fucked to a standstill, me, Lorna Boscombe, voracious man-eater, Queen of Kink, and sexually inventive fuck-bunny par excellence, fucked almost senseless by my baby brother; how would I ever live it down!

I was utterly shagged-out; after climbing to that peak of sexual climax, all I wanted to do was sled down the gentle slope on the other side into sleep. Gerry seemed to understand this, and after pulling the soaked bedcovers off the bed and throwing a thick continental quilt from the closet over me, he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me as I spooned against him. The warmth of his body, the decadently thick softness of the quilt, and the reassuring feel of him pressed against me almost immediately sent me into the sleep of the truly jungle-fucked.

I awoke in the morning in a strange room, mildly disorientated for a few seconds, then memory of the previous day, and the hot, semen-soaked night came flooding back, and I turned to look at Gerry, my little brother, asleep naked in bed with me. I tried to work out what I was feeling. I tried to make myself feel revulsion for what I'd, we'd done, or anger at him for what he'd let me do with him, or disgust with myself for instigating the whole thing in the first place, but none of those things happened. Instead, all I could feel for him was complete adoration. I loved him, I loved his body, his sweet face, his soft gentle hands, his deep, soft voice, and most of all, his instant, unquestioning acceptance of me back into his life with no recriminations. I loved him for that and I suddenly realised something else; I loved him because I was in love with him. He'd finally reached that place in me that no-one else had, not even my darling Soldier-Boy, Charlie Manville.

I studied him carefully, noting the line of his jaw, the shape of his nose and chin, the errant wave of bright golden hair falling over one eye even in his sleep, and most of all that smooth, tanned, wonderfully sculpted body of his. In repose he looked young, sweet, and innocent, a little boy again, except no little boy could have a magnificent body like that! No wonder all those girls last night had been throwing themselves at him while I fumed in a corner. Now he was here, with me, and I almost wrung my hands in exultation at the thought; all that was mine, all mine!

But, and this was a big but, he was still my little brother; how did I get past that, and was I actually in love with him, or just deeply in lust? He'd given me a night of sexual pleasure I had never experienced before, with anyone, was I just reacting to that? I needed to get my head around this and sort myself out.

More to the point, how did Gerry feel about this turn of events? He was obviously sexually experienced, so was I just another notch on his belt-buckle, or did he share that connection I was feeling so strongly? I knew that having had this once, I would want it again, and soon. Would we just become fuck-buddies, screwing each other when the opportunity arose while we waited for the 'right' one to come along? I felt a definite unease at that thought; something deep inside me wanted him to be so much more than that, to anchor him more tightly to me than that, but I couldn't ask him; he'd have to tell me himself.

I was studying his features raptly, comparing those features to mine when his eyes fluttered open, to look directly into mine.

"Hello, beautiful!" he murmured, reaching out to touch my lip gently, smiling as I smiled back at him, then his smile disappeared, to be replaced by a look of real concern as two big tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Hey, no, Lor, please, don't do that, please!" he said, reaching for me. "What brought that on, Sis?" he murmured as he cradled me close, his chest broad and firm and reassuring as he held me tightly.

"Please, Lor, tell me what I did, I promise I won't do it again, I swear, baby, don't cry, darling, please!" he whispered as he rocked me gently, holding me tightly and so obviously scared he'd crush me, darling boy that was!

At last I stopped crying, memories of him calling me 'darling' and 'baby' coming to the fore. Was that really how he thought of me, or was he just being comforting? I had to know.

"Gerry," I started, my previous resolve so shaken that I felt I needed to ask him about us "I need to know something. I need you to do something for me; I need you to be honest with me. Will you do that? Please?"

He looked at me in puzzlement, but his big soft hands kept brushing my hair back from my forehead, and his arms around me never relaxed for one second.

"Of course, Lor, anything for you; I would never lie to you or deceive you!"

I heard the ring of truth and sincerity in his voice, and my heart rose.

"Gerry, I want, I need you to be honest with me right now. I want you to tell me what you think of me, what you want from me, and how you feel about me. I have to know, especially after last night!"

Gerry smoothed my hair one last time, and looked directly into my eyes.

"Lor, I kind of worked out that you'd been with a few guys, or maybe not so few, before last night. I don't care about that, truly. I've been with a few girls as well, so I'm hardly likely to take the moral high ground in that kind of dispute!" He grinned fleetingly.

"What I'm trying to say is that you may have had a few blokes before me, but I don't think you understand us as well as you think you do. Some of us, maybe more of us than you think, never forget their first love, even if she doesn't know that's what she was. We go through life falling in love, or not, but always remembering and pining, even a little bit way down inside, for that very first girl, the one who got away. I feel a little silly confessing this now; you were the one that got away from me, but you didn't know it."

"I've been in love with you since I was 12, Lorna, but you were never bothered with me. But that's okay; I guess I was kind of an annoying little tick, but even after everything that happened I never gave you up. I couldn't, you were always my picture of perfection, and I saw you in my mind's eye every single day. No-one ever came close enough to even start to eclipse you; well, maybe one." He looked pensive for a moment.

"I always compared girls I met, or fancied, or got to know, to you, and none of them ever matched up to you. You were the impossible dream!" He grinned at the corny phrase.

"When I saw you yesterday my heart nearly stopped; you were beautiful when you were young, but now you're absolutely stunning! Last night was the best night of my life, like all my Christmases and birthdays had come at once; I finally had you, you were mine, and you wanted me. I almost had to pinch myself to see if I'd wake up. I was actually afraid to go to sleep last night in case I woke up and it had all just been Gerry losing his mind and lucid dreaming about something that could never happen. But here you are, and there it is. I have always loved you, Lorna, I love you now, and I will always love you!"

I sat, open-mouthed in astonishment at him confessing how he felt about me. I'd asked him baldly to tell me what last night had meant to him, and he'd told me, and it was everything I wanted to hear, and more. I thrilled inside as I heard what he said. This was what I had hoped so desperately he would say, and my mind was whirling as my feelings crowded together in my heart, which burst and overflowed.

I launched myself at him, pushing him over onto his back as I landed on top of him, holding his face with both hands as I kissed him madly, wildly, laughing and crying in between deep, heartfelt kisses. Gerry grinned against my lips and held me tight, waiting for the storm to die down while kissing me back as enthusiastically as I was kissing him.

At last we surfaced for air, and Gerry held me up so he could look into my eyes.

"Apparently I said the right thing, Lor! You asked me, I said what I wanted to say, what I never thought I'd ever have the chance to say, and I take you're pleased with what I had to say. I had the chance to tell you, so I took it. Does this mean we're a couple now?"

I grinned at him through my tears.

"Gerald Boscombe, the only thing I want to say is, 'Miss Barkis is willing', always, everywhere, and in any way. I love you too Gerry. I was agonising about this earlier, but you decided me. Now we only have to find a way to make it work!"

Grinning like a pumpkin, Gerry pulled me back down to him.

"Less talk, then, and more play; we have all day to talk, let's fool around for a while!"

That sounded like a good idea; in fact, it sounded like a great idea!

We were just getting interested in some serious mutual groping when there came a hurried knock on the front door. Gerry sat up, looking puzzled.

"Who the hell could that be this early? Everyone I know should be comatose by now! Wait there, sweetie, I'll get rid of them!"

With that, he pulled on a pair of jeans and padded over to the front door.

As he opened it, the lovely oriental girl from the party last night flung her arms around his neck and planted a passionate, lingering kiss right on his lips. All my 'keep away from my bone' instincts reared up followed by a feeling of intense curiosity; was this 'the one' he'd mentioned earlier?

Gerry pulled away from her, holding her by her shoulders.

"Uh Jenna, I'm not alone...!" indicating his bedroom with a nod. Jenna's gaze followed his glance, seeing me through the open door sitting up in bed with the quilt pulled up under my arms, obviously naked. She seemed completely unabashed, instead grinning, then kissing her fingertip and tipping it at me. I couldn't help but grin back; the girl had panache, I had to admit!

"So Gerry, darling, who's the babe?" she grinned, while Gerry just stared at her in confusion. Jenna came into the bedroom and sat on the bed. I took the opportunity to study her; she truly was gorgeous; large expressive almond eyes, a small snub nose, high cheekbones, and wide curving red lips, with a cap of jet black hair cut in a glossy bob surrounding and perfectly framing her heart-shaped face. For some reason she was wearing a tightly belted raincoat, an expensive Burberry by the look of it.

"Hi, I'm Jenna, one of Gerry's...friends. Are you a...friend too?" she grinned broadly, the cheeky innuendo in the question not lost on me, and I found myself warming to her even more.

"Hi, I'm Lorna, and I'm Gerry's...friend!" I smiled back, and that was that.

Gerry came back into the bedroom now that the introductions were done, sat next to me and briefly nuzzled my neck, making me giggle. Jenna grinned at that, and slapped him smartly on his thigh.

"Oww, I must remember not to do that!" she grinned, shaking her hand and winking broadly at me. "Leave the girl alone, Gerry, you'll have plenty of time for that later!"

Gerry smiled slowly at her.

"So what brings you round here at this ungodly hour, Jenna? From what I saw you drinking last night, you should still be sound asleep under someone or other!"

Jenna twinkled at him.

"I was, he rolled over, I got up, got dressed, and came to say goodbye!"

Gerry grinned, but looked puzzled.

"Where are you going Jenna, it's only seven in the morning?"

Jenna smirked and leaned back against the footboard of the bed.

"As of right now, I'm no longer Jenna Kwai Lam. My new legal identity is in place, I'm now Genevieve Cole, got the passport to prove it, and I'm on my way to a research post at Stanford. I wanted to tell you before anyone else. My parents have already decided that I'm getting married; they've basically auctioned me off to the highest bidder. That's where it all goes pear-shaped for them; I absolutely refuse to spend the rest of my life as the wrist ornament of some shrivelled billionaire businessman; do I look like a fucking Rolex, Darling?"

"Tsu Lien Lai has my old passport and name, my parents can try and pass her off as me for all I care, I'm going to California and do research, not rot away a million miles away from anywhere married to some repulsive, tedious old fuck with a teeny-weenie little peenie! No, I'm going to have fun, hopefully I'll find a big shaggy blonde surfer-boy with a cock hanging around his knees and do a little howling of my own!"

Gerry was looking at her in astonishment.

"Jenna, what exactly have you done?"

Jenna grinned broadly, her perfect white teeth flashing.

"Don't worry, Darling Boy, it's all legal! I changed my name a few weeks ago, the college accepted that, and graduated me in my new name. I sort of...forgot to tell the parents when Graduation was, I really didn't want them turning up and spoiling it all, so they're blissfully ignorant in Kuala Lumpur while I'm fucking-off to California with a new name, so all is well with the world! Lai will use my name and my credit card all over the place for a while to lay a false trail for me, then she's joining me in California by a roundabout route, and we'll have a fucking ball. She's also got a post at Stanford, so we can hit the men there in a two-pronged attack!"

Gerry was laughing in delight by the time she'd finished, and I was grinning as well; she'd certainly planned well, and it was so audacious yet simple it couldn't help but work. This approach was something I was going to remember when another situation came up a couple of years later, but more of that later...

Gerry was still looking a little concerned.

"Jenna...Genevieve...whatever, what about your parents? I don't want to piss in your plate, but isn't that kind of a drastic way of making yourself an orphan? You do sort of owe them for paying for all this, so..."

Jenna grinned.

"Nonsense, you gorgeous boy you, they brought this on themselves! I absolutely refuse to be sold off like a piece of meat so they can swan around in the matched Mercedes-Benz's they'll demand as part of the marriage contract! They have other daughters, in fact, if the rumours are true, my father has a whole other family my mother knows nothing about, so they can fucking sell one of them; me, I'm heading off to see if it's true what they say about California surfer boys!"

Gerry smiled sadly.

"So I guess this really is goodbye, then. I'll miss you, Jenna!"

Jenna leaned over and pecked his cheek.

"I'll miss you too, Darling Boy. I came over here for one last hurrah, but you're otherwise occupied, so I suppose I'm wasting my time...?" She asked hopefully, unbuckling and letting her raincoat swing open; she was naked underneath.

I was immediately fascinated, and not a little interested, either. Gerry was obviously interested, but he looked at me helplessly. I wanted to see this, I wanted to watch my boy in action, so I gave him the dirtiest grin I could dredge up, winked at Jenna, and sat back to watch the show.

Jenna grinned a big happy grin and dropped her raincoat to the floor. She really was stunning, a long, lithe body with sexy peach-pink skin, long slim legs, a tiny waist, and high small breasts tipped with dark coral-pink stiffly erect nipples. Her pubes were bare, and the sight of her naked pussy made me feel all warm and liquid inside.

Somehow I knew that I'd be sampling her soon, and the anticipation made my own pussy swell and gently throb. I was always up for a little girl-on-girl, I enjoyed the taste of a sweet succulent pussy as much as I loved the feel of a man inside me or the taste of his cock, and I was eager for my chance to play with this beautiful girl.

Jenna tugged at Gerry's waistband, popping the button on his jeans and grabbing the sizeable bulge pushing out the zipper region. She squeezed him, hard, making him groan as she nipped his chin.

"Is that a python in your pants or are you just pleased to see me, blondie?" she slurred, licking his chin, and slipping her hand inside his jeans, groping him as she writhed against him.

"Holy Buggery, Batman, what have you been feeding this thing? It's fucking huge! Is that all for me?" she teased, while beads of perspiration slowly formed on his forehead. With one quick move she yanked open his zipper and tugged his jeans down over his hips, letting that superb column of meat spring unfettered from his groin.

"Christ, every time I see this thing it looks better!" she groaned, "what are you waiting for, pretty-boy, fuck me!"

At that, Gerry pushed his jeans down all the way and kicked them off as he guided Jenna back to the bed. As he sat down, Jenna pushed him back to lie flat as her lips and tongue travelled down his sculpted torso to finally engulf his superb penis. The sight of this beautiful oriental girl cocksucking my brother was making my pussy itch and twitch, and when she lifted her head and grinned at me, I knew what to do next.

Jenna slid back up my baby brother's body, straddling him and slowly impaling herself on that thick pillar of meat. I shuffled forward until my knees were on each side of his head, my pussy right over his mouth.

Gerry pulled me down to him, his tongue spearing into me as I settled over his face, and almost immediately he found my engorged clitoris. As he licked and sucked my wet gash, Jenna lifted and slid back down on his cock, pleasuring herself as she rode him. Gerry was nibbling and sucking my clitoris like crazy, and I was holding myself back with all the willpower I had; I didn't want this to end just yet, not until I'd had a chance to taste Jenna properly. As we pounded away on top of Gerry, our lips met, and Jenna and I tongue-fenced as we pumped, pounded and ground away on top of him.

I came first, a volcanic eruption of pleasure, fed by the game we were playing here, and as I shook and shuddered, Jenna sucked my tongue as she squeezed and rubbed my nipples, rolling my orgasm on and on.
As I slumped back and off his face, Gerry pulled Jenna down to kiss her, and she responded by licking my juices of his face, before looking at me and smacking her lips. God she was sexy!

Jenna climbed off Gerry, and swapped ends, sliding her lips over his raging cock, kneeling so her lovely backside was high in the air. I took this as an invitation, taking hold of those delicious globes and kissing and licking between them, tasting her secret hole and making her mewl around the cock buried in her mouth. She pushed back against me, forcing my tongue deeper into her bum, and we stayed like that for the sweetest while, her mouth sucking on Gerry's cock while I rimmed and reamed out her bum hole with my tongue. I was eager to taste her pussy, so, reluctantly, I pulled away from her sweet back hole and licked the folded crease of her pussy, inhaling her scent as I lapped and licked her. Her pussy was sweet and tangy, so I bored in, teasing, tasting and probing, making her moan and gasp around the cock in her mouth.

I pulled her cheeks apart so I could get in closer, sliding a finger into her tight hole as I licked her succulent pussy in long strokes from her clitoris to her rosebud, making her jump and twitch as I lapped all her sweet spots.

Eventually, my teasing and licking was too much for her, and her pussy convulsed a she came in a series of waves, her tight little anus winking at me as her orgasm swept over her, making her groan out loud. This was too much for Gerry, and he came in a rush and flood of spunk, filling her mouth as I jammed my tongue in her arse, her orgasm flaring as Gerry pumped himself dry into her hungry mouth.

We all collapsed on the bed, our hearts racing with the force and depth of our sexual release, too drained to do anything except paw and stroke each other, maintaining connection after that shattering experience.

Jenna was the first to recover.

"If I'd known Gerry's sister could fuck like that I'd have come looking for you myself, Lorna. No wonder Gerry's keeping you to himself in here!"

I froze.

"You...You know? How?"

Jenna laughed, a light, amused tinkle.

"Lorna, I'm not completely dense, you know! From certain angles, you and he are almost identical; it wasn't hard to put two and two together!"

Now I was worried, but Jenna rolled over to me and slipped her tongue into my mouth as her hands slid down to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks, pulling my mound tight against hers.

"Relax, Lorna; if I had a brother half as hot as Gerry I'd have pounded his cock into oblivion fucking years ago!"

As she talked she rubbed her pussy lips against mine, the wet friction doing strange things to me. I arched my back to push my pussy harder into hers, and she leaned forward and sucked my nipples between her teeth, chewing softly on one then the other, sending bursts of pleasure shooting up and down my spine. I slid further down the bed, while Jenna slid further back, her leg pushing under me until I lifted my hips to allow her leg under me, and suddenly our pussies were locked lip to lip, our clitorises grinding against the other's cunt in a mind-blowing welter of wet succulence and arousing heat. So this was what 'scissor sisters' felt like! I rubbed and rode my pussy against hers, our juices mingling and lubricating us as we slid back and forth and gyrated our hips to plunge our pussies against each other.

Jenna was breathing harder and harder, her movements becoming jerkier as she approached her orgasm, and I knew I was getting there with her. She came with a hissing scream, her convulsing pussy jammed against mine, setting me off in an orgasmic whirl of my own, making me scream out in fulfilment. We lay locked together as our mutual orgasm died away, finally untwining ourselves from each other and sharing a long passionate kiss.

I looked up to see Gerry grinning at us.

"Fucking hell, Lor, that was the horniest thing I've ever seen, please promise me you'll do that again soon!" he smiled, and I had to grin; under all that adult male exterior, the horny teenager still lurked in waiting!

Jenna rolled over to run her fingers slowly over Gerry's jawline and lip.

"I'm going to miss you, Darling Boy!" she murmured, and I could see tears glimmering in her eyes.

Gerry, sweet boy that he was, he caught her and held her close as she lunged at him, her arms locking around his neck as she collapsed into his lap. She cried silently, knowing this was the last time she'd see him, and I didn't begrudge her one second of it; she had a history with him, and she deserved her goodbye, no matter what form it took.

"You don't have to go, Jen, really!" he whispered, stroking her hair as she cried against his shoulder, and I wanted to hold her too, and comfort her, and keep her here with us; I think I might even have begun to fall in love with her.

She leaned back to look at up at him through teary, reddened eyes.

"Yes I do, Gerry, you know I do; if I stay, my parents will find me, and I'll end up being press-ganged into marrying some creepy old fucker in Malaysia or Singapore or somewhere just as God-forsaken! I love you like crazy, but I have to run, best I make a break for it while I still can. You know what, though? I'll come back one day, I promise, and you, Lorna, and I can play some more, okay? Keep a candle in the window for me!"

Now I was in tears; I'd only just found her, and she was leaving us, leaving me. Gerry looked at me with sympathy and understanding in his eyes as Jenna belted her raincoat back on and slipped on her shoes.

"I really have to run, darlings, I'm sorry, I need to get my stuff, my flight is from Stanstead at one o'clock and it's already eight! Gerry, don't you dare forget me, remember, I had you first, and I do, do love you so, you'll always be my Darling Boy! Lorna, look after him for me, and I promise you, I'll come back as soon as I can, keep a space warm in the bed for me, darlings!"

With a flurry of hugs, and a long passionate kiss for me, she was gone. Gerry put his arm around me, and all the promises I'd made myself about being strong went out the window as I cried for her like my heart was breaking. The last time I cried like that was for Zoe Huxley, my beautiful, quiet, sexy little school crush, who'd seduced me on the school ski trip my last year and taught me just how beautiful it could be with another girl. When she left to go to university in Milan, I was inconsolable.

Gerry pulled me against him and rocked me as I cried, his arms strong, and firm, and comforting, but when I looked up at him, his cheeks were wet too.

I woke up several hours later still in his arms. He was fast asleep, with me still cradled in his lap, and I saw that he'd been crying in his sleep. Poor boy, Jenna leaving had affected him deeply, and I remembered what he'd said to me about first loves; she may not have been his first love, but she was obviously one of his best and truest, and my heart ached for the pain my boy was feeling. I had a momentary twinge of jealousy as I remembered she'd said she was his first, something I could never have, and it had to mean something to him, he was crying for her. I promised myself I would never leave him. I was his first love; he told me so. I would be the one who stayed this time, I would never desert him.

He must have sensed I was awake, his eyes fluttered open and he looked at me, the momentary flash of pain and loss in his eyes stabbing me as I realised he was looking for Jenna.

"Jenna...?" he murmured, obviously still confused, and I loved him even more at that moment. He had loved her, and he'd lost her, and my heart ached for him, that he could love me as he had said, but still feel the loss of his other love.

"No Gerry, just me!" I quavered, also missing her, and the darling boy gathered me even closer.

"It will never be 'just' you, Lor, never! I love Jenna, but I'm in love with you, I always have been, but Jenna was there for me when no-one else was, I just need time to let her go. Is that okay with you? I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to lose you, now that I've finally got you, but I..."

I understood what he was saying, and even though I was feeling her loss too, I was feeling even more than ever just how much I wanted this beautiful, sad, sweet, golden man-child here with me right now. I reached up to stroke his handsome, boyish face.

"It's okay, baby, I understand, take all the time you need; when you're ready, you'll find me there, don't worry; I miss her too, I've got to find a way to let her go too, maybe we can do it together?"

He looked down at me, and tried to smile, and that's when the tears spilled down his cheeks as he cried for her, unashamed in front of me, knowing I wasn't judging him, instead sharing his loss with an equal portion of my own. I had never seen Gerry cry. Even as a child he'd been solemn, controlled, closely shuttered, almost detached from his feelings. Now he was revealing to me his inner self, and it shook me, but left me feeling oddly privileged that he trusted me with his vulnerability. Now it was my turn to comfort him, to hold him close and murmur soothing words as I stroked his face, the back of his neck, his shoulders, maintaining contact with him, just letting him know I was still there.

I wanted to cry for him as well; our father had abandoned and ostracized him, then I'd done the same, and he'd grown up in the care of others, friends who'd cared more for him than we had. He'd had to make his way through life alone because neither dad nor I had cared enough about him to reach out and call him back. Of course he loved Jenna; she was one of those people who'd shown him true love and affection when he needed it most, maybe the only one, and yet he'd never let me go; with all my abandonment of him, he'd still held high that torch for me. I owed him for that, for never letting me go when I'd let him go years before. I owed him for believing, even in the face of all things to the contrary, that one day he'd be able to tell me what he felt for me. Who was the one here with the true depth of character and loyalty if not him? With that came the understanding that I loved Jenna not just for her, but because she'd loved Gerry well enough to keep his sweet self intact in spite of the way we'd abandoned him. She'd kept him safe and undamaged for me.

Eventually his tears stopped, and his composure began to return.

"Lor, I'm sorry about that, it's just, just... Jenna was always there for me, she was my first, I never thought I'd lose her, and now..." he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, and continued.

"I never seriously believed that one day you and I could be like this. Oh, I hoped, but it was always a fantasy. Jenna was real, she was almost you, and it was enough of my fantasy come true that I thought I might find with her what I couldn't have with you. It was only ever you, but she came so close. Now she's gone. I'm sorry Lor; I loved her so much, and now she's gone...!"

His voice broke and tears started in his eyes again, but he mastered himself, and smiled through the film of tears in his eyes.

"But I loved you more, and you're still here! You won't leave me alone again, will you Lor?"

I knelt up and held him as close as I could, my heart breaking for the loss and longing in his voice. I knew then that I loved him, not just in a physical way, not even in a spiritual way, but in a completely normal, uncomplicated human way, the way a woman should love her man. In my mind he'd stopped being my younger brother; that bond was gone, Jenna had taken that away with her, and freed me to love him the way I should. As I held him, I silently thanked her for giving him to me in such a pristine state, no anger or resentment or stored-up hatred in him; she'd managed to keep his gentle soul, his disarming honesty, and his sweet nature intact and I would always love her for that.

Gerry held me close as I hugged him, kissing his forehead lightly and listening to his ragged breathing harsh in his throat as he fought to not cry anymore, small sobs dying unborn as he forced himself to breathe deeply and evenly. His arms tightened around me as he kissed my shoulders and the hollow of my throat, little feather touches to tell me he was back in control and that his storm was over.

I relaxed my grip on him, sliding back down to sit on his lap once more and rest my head on his chest. His heartbeat was slow, regular, and strong, soothing and hypnotic. I found myself being lulled by it, and nestled down in the security of his arms around me, keeping me safe from the outside world.

I was falling asleep, and caught myself several times; each time I started awake again, I looked up, and there was Gerry, looking at me with those beautiful blue-violet eyes, smiling gently at me.

This would never do, I decided, so I sat up and clambered off his lap, to climb into the bed and pull the duvet up over me. I flipped back the corner of the duvet in invitation, and he grinned as he slid in next to me and wrapped his arms around me. Now THAT was better! I rolled over on my side, and Gerry immediately spooned me against him, pulling me in close against his warm chest and stomach and once again wrapping his arms around me. Feeling protected, warm, and at peace, I fell asleep, to dream of blue eyes, golden hair, almond eyes and red lips, and a deep well of sadness and regret they swirled and danced in.

I woke alone, refreshed and upbeat, loss transmuted into nostalgic regret, and warmth in my heart replacing the chill of loss. I briefly wondered where Gerry was, then I heard the bathroom door open, and seconds later there he was, with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet, with beaded droplets of water running down his chest, and he looked just delicious and ready to ravage.

"Hello Lor!" he grinned. "It's getting late; lunchtime came and went hours ago, so I think it's only fair I buy you dinner. Come on, up and at 'em!"

I fished out my watch from the pile of clothes I'd dumped the night before and gasped in shock – it was nearly 6:30! With that came the realisation that I was ravenous; feasting on Gerry would have to wait; right now I needed food, real food. Wait, what I really needed was a shower...

I dashed into the bathroom and had a short but luxurious hot shower, the hot needle-spray relaxing and invigorating me, recharging me for more all-in wrestling with that equally hot boy out there, after a good meal, of course!

Gerry took me to Alimentum on Hills Road for dinner in his dilapidated but still gorgeous Morgan 2+2 ("It's Cambridge, darling Girl, can't be seen in a Jap-Trap, don't y'know!" he grinned at me outrageously), and we dined on pan-fried wild salmon, exquisite little venison pies with pickled redcurrants, grilled fillet of beef glazed with blue cheese, and summer vegetables, and a warm fruit compote of raspberries, apricots, apple and lime in pastry shells glazed with honey and dressed with sliced figs. Gerry kept the wine coming all evening, and I found myself drinking more of the excellent house Cabernet Sauvignon than I normally would have, but it was a special occasion, and I was with the one man I knew wouldn't take advantage of me; besides, he'd already rammed that wonderful cock of his up my arse as hard as he could, what else could he possibly do to me?

All through the meal, the sight of Gerry and his bright golden hair in the soft light, his beautiful, classic features, that spectacular physique of his had been catching the eyes of every female in the room, patron and waitress alike, but he only had eyes for me. I was thrilling all evening with the thought I'd be leaving with this mouth-watering, eye-catching chunk of manly fuck-meat, and every woman in the place knew it.

I was in my element. I deliberately didn't make a fuss of him; I absolutely knew any woman or girl there would gladly drop to their knees without hesitation if he asked them; I could feel the sexual tension building in the air, the way the females in a pride of lions twitch their tails and flick their ears when the alpha male stalks through the pride. Every woman there was signalling, subtly, and some not so subtly, that they were interested in him, and so I went out of my way to not strip him with my eyes, to not lean into him every chance I got, to not stare at his lips and eyes raptly, signalling the other females there that I didn't need to attract him, he was already mine, and he was leaving with me.

Poor Gerry never picked up on this, of course; he was just a male, and like 99% of all males, female body language was a closed book to him; he truly didn't get that by walking into the place he'd suddenly become the alpha-male; instead the sweet boy spent his entire evening watching me raptly, attending to my every whim and request, gently stroking my hand on the table, flicking an errant wisp of hair out of my face, unconsciously priming me to fuck him like a sex-crazed baboon when we got out of there.

As we ate, we talked about what we'd been doing since we were last in the same room together, almost seven years ago now; Gerry was fascinated to learn I'd graduated from The Slade School with a degree in Fine Arts, and had my own Interior Decorating and Design business in Oxfordshire, not far from Henley-on-Thames. As I rambled on about my life, and what I'd been doing with it, I hadn't realised just how much the wine had loosened my tongue, and I quite naturally found myself telling him about Lucy...and my adventures with Charlie.

I suddenly realised what I was saying, and clammed-up, looking at him fearfully, searching for signs of disgust or rejection or distaste, but all I saw was lively interest. He picked-up on my sudden silence, grinning at me.

"Lor, it's okay, really; you and this guy Charlie were obviously having something special, just like Jenna and me. It's okay to have a past, it happened, and it's a part of you. I've got Jenna, and you've got Charlie, we've swapped our love stories, and now we have each other. I don't own you, you know; you're not my personal possession, and I'm not going kill any man who looks at you! Charlie's a part of your life, just like Jenna's a part of mine, we can't deny that, and it would be foolish to try, so tell me about him, please!"

I couldn't resist that frank gaze, and the whole story came spilling out, haltingly at first, but then more coherently as I told him about Charlie's urge to join the army from young, his years of training at Sandhurst, his imminent departure for Afghanistan, and my own secret fear; that there was a bullet or a bomb or a grenade waiting for him out there. I began to cry then, Gerry notwithstanding, and lovely, understanding man that he was, he dried my eyes as I shed some tears for my beautiful Boy Soldier.

When I'd finished telling him everything, Gerry looked wistfully at me.

"He sounds special; I wish I'd met him, even if it was just to say 'Thank You' for making you so happy! Maybe I will one day; he sounds like the kind of bloke I could get on with."

I felt a warm glow when my lovely brother said that; I could see he really did mean it. One thing I did know and remember about him was his almost complete inability to lie, or even prevaricate just a little; even 'little white lies' were alien to him. Gerry saw the world in black and white, no shades of grey, so when he said he wished he'd met Charlie, he truly meant it. I beamed at him, proud of the straight-shooting, unconfused moral code he'd developed; he really was a fine man.

"What about you, Gerry, what comes next for you, are you looking for a job? After all, you have a Double First from Cambridge, the world is pretty much your oyster now!"

He grinned sheepishly.

"I kind of thought I'd stay on and do either my Master's, or work toward a D.Phil, what do you think, Lor?" He asked shyly, as though he really need my opinion!
I thought about it for a second, but I guessed I knew which way he was thinking.

"Master's, unless you think you can hold out for a D.Phil. Won't that take another three years?" I asked him, "How will you support yourself? I assume all the grants have dried up now that you've graduated? If you need, I can help you there; I can afford it, Gerry, and I'd be glad to!"

Gerry grinned.

"That's the most wonderful thing anyone ever said to me, and I want to thank you, I know it came from the heart. It's not necessary, though; I've actually been offered a place at the Computer Sciences Lab, it's sponsored by various companies, most of whom are household names, I'd get a living allowance, a maintenance grant, and three years tuition. All I have to agree to is a two year internship at one or the other sponsors' location of choice once I'm awarded my M.Sci. That was the route I thought most appropriate, as it puts me on the fast-track into industry, rather than doing a D.Phil and spending the next 3 years as a Teaching Assistant."

He tipped his glass at me.

"And now I think I'd like to take you home, I have a couple of things I want to talk to you about!"

As he said it he winked, and suddenly I was finished and raring to go!

We hustled back to the flat, his flatmate wasn't back yet, and we began stripping off before we even reached the bedroom, Gerry's hands making short work of my slinky dress, leaving me standing in just a thong and stockings. I could see the gleam of interest in his eyes, especially as my nipples popped out at him as he stared at them. I grinned at him, deliberately pointing the girls directly at him.

"Feeling the need, Gerry Boscombe, get a move on!" I grinned, and so he did, unzipping and discarding his slacks in one move, toeing off his shoes and socks, and pulling his shirt over his head and hanging it neatly on the floor.

I leaped on him; there's no other way to describe it; I was nicely sozzled, he was delicious, we were both horny, so I prodded things along a little, sue me...

Gerry caught me up and crushed me against him as I kissed him like a mad thing, eager to get my lips on him again, and he obliged, kissing me back like a friendly vacuum cleaner, the feel of his lips on mine draining all rational thought away. We collapsed back onto the bed, his hands firmly clasped around my bum cheeks, already pulling them apart as we kissed and tongue-fenced. I could feel the bulk of his super-size man meat lying between us, and so I slid back and forth along it, just a few centimetres, not a lot, but enough to make him groan and clench my cheeks and pull them even further apart.

I was ready for him; my pussy had been sopping for the last half-hour, now I wanted something to fill that aching space, and Gerry had just the remedy. I wriggled and squirmed against him until I could feel the solid head of that amazing cock just poking against my slick labia, and with a heave I impaled myself on him, sliding him into me in one smooth motion, almost passing-out from the sensation.

It would be true to say I saw stars; ramming something like that into me should have been approached with a little finesse, but I wanted a hard, raw, fuck from my brother and his amazing meat-stick, and the feel of that ...thing jamming into my wet gash was almost beyond belief. I definitely had to keep this boy on a short leash; you don't let a wonder-cock like that out alone and unsupervised, God knows who might just trip over it. The thought of anyone else fucking him filled me with a deep determination to never let it happen; this dick belonged to me, alone, and the beautiful body attached was mine as well, so any girl who wanted to try him out could just go want, no-one was climbing all over him except me, period.

Gerry could have seen some of this in my eyes, because he craned his neck up and kissed my throat, an incredibly sexy gesture in my current highly aroused state.

"Only you, Lor, I only want you, only you!" he whispered urgently, making my gaping pussy twitch around his embedded cock as his hand rhythmically squeezed and pulled my cheeks apart. I wanted him to pound that thing into me, I wanted to lie there and be hammer-fucked by him, to feel his muscles rippling and tensing as he rammed that thing into me, so I rolled over, Gerry following me down so he was now on top of me, my hands on his solid muscular buttocks as I pulled and urged him closer.

He needed no further encouragement, and reared up on his hands to look down at me, writhing under him as his pulse beat inside me from his distended cock shoved so deeply into me. He smiled and began that slow in and out, the feel of it absolutely exquisite as his steel-hard ridged cock rubbed every single nerve-ending inside me, orgasms already chasing their tails up and down inside my body.

I pumped back against him, clenching and squeezing him (as much as I was able!) as he sped up, riving me with that fabulous implement of his, turning me into an hysterical, gabbling wreck as gigantic orgasms blazed and battered their way through me. I think I came at least 10 times as he hammered me, my world narrowed down to just his eyes boring into mine, and the feel of his beautiful cock battering my cervix endlessly. My sides were aching from the constant orgasms when he eventually began to show signs of peaking, and his battering cock inside me was speeding up; he was on his vinegar strokes, and I wanted to see this.

"Jeez, Lor, I can't...I'm going to...!" he gasped, and I slid off him (not without some regrets!), squirming down to take hold of his massive cock with both hands and squeeze with both hands as hard as I could, simultaneously pumping him as hard as I could.

Gerry groaned, more like a muted roar than a groan, and I felt his shaft grow even more rigid, if that was possible, and actually saw the head swell and darken as it engorged.

A massive bolt of spunk shot from the tip, almost catching me unawares, I was so engrossed in examining his cock head. It sprayed across my lips and chin, followed by another, equally large wad of spunk, this time splashing across my neck and chest. Five more of these jets shot from him, covering my chest, stomach, and face in a dripping layer of thick, creamy man-fat. I slipped his head into my mouth as the jets died down, sucking the remnants of his spunk as it bubbled and trickled from his cock, licking him clean as I ran my finger slowly though the delicious glaze he'd coated me with.

He slumped down next to me, his heart thudding in his chest, all his systems jacked-up as he crested through and came down from that enormous orgasm. I watched the pulse throbbing in the base of his throat, waiting for him to calm down enough for speech. As I waited, I pulled the pillow case off and mopped myself down, taking a moment to massage some of his creamy tribute into my nipples, watching him grin as I pushed my nipples up in offering to him. He took me up on my offer, licking, gently biting, and sucking my nipples, tasting himself as he feasted on me, before dropping his head back down with a contented sigh and pulling me close to him.

"Better get some rest, sweetie!"I whispered in his ear, "The night is young!"

I should have kept my mouth shut...

Gerry clamped his hands around my buttocks and pulled me closer to him, his lips feather-kissing mine as his hands roamed over me, his fingers rubbing, touching, and slipping inside me, plundering both my holes as his lips drove me wild. His cock reared up between us again, and all I could think of was how much I'd like that thing rammed up inside me as hard and as far a possible!

Gerry must have been reading my mind, because he suddenly spun me around to lie face down as he reared up over me. His hands slid under me to cup and squeeze my tits, and I was nearly split in half as he jammed that club of a cock of his up inside my unprepared rectum, making me scream out in mingled pain, surprise and absolute ecstasy. I gasped, groaned and sighed as he sawed that thing into me, ramming it in as far as it would go and withdrawing nearly all the way, making me push back against him to keep that marvellous cock buried in me where it belonged.

Gerry began to pump harder and faster; he was on his short strokes, whereas I'd been orgasming almost continuously since he started reaming me with that magnificent meat-hammer.

I felt him thrust especially hard, and the head of his cock swell as he blasted sperm into my depths, the heat of him bathing my insides as i collapsed in yet another sobbing orgasm, my hearing blanking out so all I heard was my own heart beating like a devil's drum kit as my anal muscles milked his cock of every drop of spunk. He finally collapsed, thankfully not on me, and rolled to one side, taking me with him, his lovely cock still firmly embedded in my tight hole (although maybe not so tight after the stretching he'd just given it!)

As we lay recovering our strength, I realised I could feel his pulse, his heart beating inside me, the beat of his pulse echoing through me from the engorged slab of boy-beef still tightly wedged in my arse. As I lay, starting to drift, his hands began roaming over me again, and I surrendered to the inevitable; my hot kid brother was insatiable, how fucking lucky can a girl get!

Four more times that boy showed me God; he rammed that thing in my mouth, in my arse, and in my cunt, flooding all three with his endless supply of creamy spunk. As an encore he sprayed my face with his juice, and the hot feeling I got from feeling his man-fat drip down my face and run in long sticky runnels down my tits to drip off my nipples was simply out of this world. I eventually fell asleep (or passed-out) in the wee small hours, to be woken at some ungodly hour by my 'phone going off. It was my assistant/PA wanting to know a) where he hell I was, b) what I thought I was doing, and c) did I know I had four important client meetings that day, the first one in just over three hours in Oxford, etc, etc.

Gerry was still fast asleep, so I carefully climbed out of bed and took the world's fastest shower, and tried to sneak back in to collect my clothes before he woke, but he was already awake, staring happily at my wet naked body. I could see the sheets rising and, after an agonised 3 second internal debate, decided that work and earning a living had to come before getting on my knees and taking a lick of the most talented cock in Christendom. I decided that, what I actually did was succumb to temptation and suck the marrow out of his bone one last time, promising myself I'd be back for more..

As I left, Gerry seeing me off, I had a long ponder as to what I was going to do next; the thought of not seeing him again for days or maybe weeks at a time made me feel weak and trembly; but I lived in Henley, at least a two-hour drive from Cambridge along the A1(M), the most annoying, unpredictable road in the world, so how could I see him daily?

The obvious answer was to ask him to move in with me, but again, that presented difficulties for him; it was still a long way from Henley to Cambridge, where he'd be working on his M.Sci. Then the answer struck me. My business was in Henley, but I didn't have to actually live there, what if I took a place midway between the two? That would put me inside commuting distance to the office, and a short-ish way from Cambridge for Gerry if he decided to move in with me. Definitely the way to go. Luckily, Lucy was an Estate Agent, she could find me a place that fitted the bill. All I had to do now was run it by him and hope he was up for it...


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