The door opened, and an ‘only me’ came down the hall. Leo, my brother, had come to stay over for the new year. He would be here for a few days, and I had made up the spare room for him. Tonight, he said, he was taking us out to treat us to a curry. I put down my cloth, dried my hands, and hurried out of the kitchen to greet him.
“Leo, gosh, you look well,” I said as I swept him into my arms and squeezed him tight.
“Bloody hell, Sis, your boobs are nearly poking out of my back.”
I relaxed my grip and stepped back, and took a good look at him. He was looking good. He was six minutes younger than me; to me, that was nothing, a mere moment, but to Leo, it made all the difference. I was the firstborn, and not him. It didn’t bother me a jot that I was firstborn; as far as I was concerned, we were twins, end of.
We are, obviously, not identical twins, but we do look alike, both blond and with the same lineage. I was not still living at home; I had been in no hurry to leave and have my own place. Mum and Dad gave me the space I needed; if I wanted someone to stay, then someone stayed. However, an opportunity arose for a place that was close to work and affordable, so I decided to move out.
Leo was still at home with our parents, and so I think that coming to stay with me for a few days was a bit of an escape for him.
“So, where’s good for a curry?” he said as he dropped the handle on his rolling suitcase.
“I have booked us into LaLa; it is one of the better ones, certainly the most consistent. It’ll be a taxi or an Uber there and back; I am not driving, and I don’t expect you want to, either. You get the meal, and I’ll get the taxis.”
“Okay. Right, I’ll go up and just have a quick wash and dump my bag, and I’ll be back down; I assume that you have a bottle of wine ready?”
“Chateau Neuf, as you would expect,” I replied.
I had been in Asda just before Christmas, and they had a special on French wine. Châteauneuf-du-Pape, usually north of £27 a bottle, was only £10.00. It was French and the genuine article, so I bought half a case. We would probably get through a fair bit whilst Leo was staying. I opened a bottle to let it breathe, put two crystal glasses next to it, and finished my tidying. Leo could pour when he came downstairs.
He wasn’t long. He breezed into the kitchen wearing a loose white linen shirt and a pair of chinos. I pointed to the wine, and he picked the bottle up, examined the label, and poured two generous glasses.
“Looks the genuine article, sis,” he said as he took a sniff.
“Well, I hope it tastes okay, because that is all I have got. I might have a bottle of Côtes du Rhône kicking around somewhere, but that is what we have.”
He took a sip, swirled it around his mouth, and swallowed, nodding his head.
“Yup, that is fine. Not the fullest I have had, but certainly better than the South American rubbish some supermarkets pass off as Châteauneuf-du-Pape.”
“Why are we talking in the kitchen?” I asked, “And not drinking?”
He laughed, and we went and sat in the lounge. I had the blinds set so that no one would be able to see in, and we sat down onto the sofa. Leo had the wine bottle by his side, ready for refills.
“So,” I said by way of starting things off, “Girlfriend?”
“No, not currently. I ended one a couple of weeks ago; she was just looking to build a nest, and I was just looking for some fun.”
“Ha. By fun, you mean sex.”
“Well, yeah, sex is fun.”
“And, before you sent her packing, was she delivering said fun?”
“Well, sort of, yes, but she was never free and easy with it, you know?”
“Well, no, I don’t know.”
“Oh, come on, Meesh, she would shag, yeah, but that was about it; she wasn’t keen or even willing in any other area.”
“Oh, she wouldn’t give you a blow job then?”
“No, not even a hand job, and as for anal, well, anyone would have thought I had suggested shagging her firstborn. Jesus.”
“Lighten up, Leo; not everyone likes everything.”
“I bet you do.”
“Well, we are two peas from the same pod, and I am pretty sure that you hear Mum and Dad shagging, so the pod is still active. Not everyone is. Now, my glass is empty. What are you going to do about that, wine hog?”
He filled my glass, and I threw another mouthful down my neck. As we drank, I could not help but notice the bulge in his chinos – more of a tent pole, really. I wondered what had caused that stimulation, but then again, he was a male, and males don’t really need much to get them going. It had been a long time since I had seen my brother naked, and so I didn’t really have much idea of what he had down there. It didn’t really matter much; it wasn’t my concern.
We managed to finish the bottle and then went up to get ready. I had a Chinese silk dress that I wanted to wear, and it was very unforgiving of underwear, and my plan was simple: nipple pasties and hold-up stockings to go with my Louboutin heels. It was unlikely that I would be in a position where anyone would see up my dress, and if they did, so what? It would just be a naked fanny.
The Uber arrived on time, and we clambered in. Leo didn’t even open and hold the door for me; it seems he was no gentleman where his sister was concerned. It took about half an hour through the traffic before we got to the restaurant. Leo spoke to the greeter, and we were shown to a table near a window. We could see out, should we wish. It was relatively dark inside and getting very dark outside. Night was almost here, and the only light was the amber glow from the street lighting.
The curry was excellent, the bottles of Indian beer went down well, and soon we were getting in our Uber for the return home. I was, I must confess, a little the worse for wear. Perhaps beer and wine are not the best of bedfellows; I was somewhat tipsy.
Back at home, the front door locked and secure behind us, I put the kettle on; I had some vague idea of making us a coffee to end the night. As I turned around from the kettle, I found myself nose to nose with Leo. Our eyes locked onto each other; there was a moment where neither of us moved, and then Leo had his arms around me and his lips pressed against mine.
In my alcoholic haze, I gave no thought to the fact that I was kissing my brother. His lips slid across mine, and his tongue pressed, seeking entrance to my mouth. His hands were around my waist and slipped lower, pressing between my buttocks. His fingers started inching up my dress, and then I felt his fingers on my bare skin, slipping between my buttocks.
“Naughty girl,” he said into my mouth, “no knickers.”
I said nothing; trying to explain visible panty lines would just be above his head and beyond my ability to explain. I felt his dick pressing hard into my crease through his chinos. A finger went down and down, sliding underneath me, pressing at my fourchette. I realised I was gasping, knowing his intention—my body was too ready to accommodate. His fingers pulled away, and my dress was pulled up to my waist.
I felt his fingers working at his trousers, and I heard his zip as it undid. He held me under my buttocks and lifted me up, and as he lowered me again, my fanny entrance parted, and I slipped onto his dick.
“Oh, shit, Mica,” he gasped as he penetrated me, my buttocks pressed painfully against the edge of the work surface. I was snapped back into the present by the sound of the kettle clicking off as it came to the boil.
“Not here,” I managed as I pushed him away, my fanny still impaled on his dick.
He lifted me up, and his dick slipped from me with a quiet gurgle. “Where then?”
I smoothed my dress back down; silk creases so easily, and I led us out of the kitchen and upstairs. In my bedroom, I pulled back the quilt and put my small bedside light on. With the main bedroom light off, there was more than enough light for us. I pulled my dress up and over my head and hung it on a hanger. I peeled the nipple pasties off and put them on my dresser.
Leo was naked, his clothes in a pile on the floor. I walked past him, giving his hard dick a tug as I did, and I got onto the bed, lying down, watching Leo’s dick bounce as he walked to the bed. He got on and immediately bent to my crotch, his breath hot on my crease. A frisson of excitement shot through me, turning to a river of pleasure as his tongue slipped between my lips and slid through my folds.
I gasped, and my back tightened, my legs parting to ease his access. More rivers of pleasure began flowing as his fingers began drawing circles around my entrance. I was rocking in anticipation, not knowing what he would do next, his movements unfamiliar. I knew the endgame, but not how we would get there.
Leo turned around, his chin now on my nubbin, his dick above my face. I reached up and gripped his dick and pushed his foreskin back; his glans was purple and red and shiny. I ran a fingernail around the underside of his rim, Leo gasping as his pleasures flowed. His tongue was sliding along my valley, my folds slipping past, and his fingers began pressing, dipping in, and passing my entrance, seeking my opening.
I lifted my head, opened my mouth, and sucked his dick into it, his meat pressing my tongue against the floor of my mouth as he pushed down. He passed my tonsils and filled my throat, pushing deeper, my breath momentarily blocked as his dick was fully home, his balls resting on my nose, my eyes full of the crinkle of his arse, many wrinkles all joining in a central point. I pressed at it with my finger; Leo gasped loudly, and his crinkle seemed to wink.
He began to move his fingers inside me, stroking my fanny walls, his fingernails gently running over my bumps and ridges, his tongue working my nubbin. He began to move his pelvis, his dick shagging my throat, his balls bouncing off my nose. He began to go faster and press harder, and then suddenly he stopped, and his dick slid completely out of my mouth. He moved away, his mouth leaving my fanny, leaving a feeling of cold down there without his attention.
He rolled me over onto my stomach and then pushed my legs so that I was kneeling, my bum in the air. I felt him move behind me, and then I felt his dick in the crease of my backside, sliding up and down. I felt the bed move a little more, and his dick slid past my crinkle, along my perineum, pressed my fourchette, and was at my entrance.
“Oh, ah, God,” I gasped as his dick widened my entrance, pushed through my opening, and slowly entered my fanny. I could feel his foreskin as it rolled, his rim stretching my walls apart as his dick filled me.
I let out an ‘oof’ as he reached my depth, his dick a little longer than my fanny. His balls rocked between my thighs; his hands rested on my shoulders. I felt every ridge inside my fanny as he rocked his dick back and forth, each one sending streams of pleasure around my body. His arms went around me; he was effectively close, cuddling me. He started to flex his hips, his dick moving in and out without the usual slapping against my buttocks.
I had never been shagged like that; it was intensely intimate. Our bodies seemed to merge into one. His arms squashed my boobs as his dick moved within me. It was a very odd feeling, his dick sliding in and out, filling me, voiding me, but no other bits moving; even his balls seemed to bounce around less.
The pleasures were as intense as ever. I could feel the rim of his dick sliding inside me, gliding over the ridges in my fanny walls. Each ridge sent a wave of pleasures through me; each bump touched made my pressures grow. We may not have been shagging in the usual way, but the sensations were just as real, just as intense.
Leo squeezed me tighter, his arms feeling like those of a Russian wrestler as he squeezed my breasts tight, and then he grunted, and his dick stopped moving. As he pressed at my depth, I felt his ejaculations flood my fanny with his spunk, and I went over the edge. I gasped, and then I shrieked, I screamed, and I began bucking.
Leo was still holding tight, and my movements bucked us both; we were rocking about on the bed with screams still escaping my mouth. I began to gasp instead, my fanny clamping hard, his dick still feeling hard within me. Leo relaxed his arms, and my breasts fell free and drooped. He eased back, and my clamping fanny muscles pushed his dick out of me.
Leo rolled over onto his back, his chest rising and falling as he gulped in air. I looked down at his face, my lungs still too empty for me to speak words. I was spent, I was complete, I was done.
