Thoughts and small musings from the mind of Lara Elliot aged 19 (and a little bit).
So now I’ve finally got Finn exactly where I’ve wanted him for lo these many moons now; poor Finny, I had to lie and lie, and then lie some more to get him here, but he’s such a sweetie under all that stupid rugby-player stoic machismo, and I believe he was worth the wait. The look on his sweet face when I sauntered in dressed like the last slut in the box was priceless, as was that gigantic boner I saw sprout like magic down there!
When I backed into that thing and wedged it in the crack of my bum, it was the culmination of months of plotting how to get my hands on it (OK, but you know what I mean…), especially after I saw him hosing down after tossing himself off and calling my name. I suppose at that point I could have just dashed into his room bare-arse naked and climbed-on, and possibly saved a lot of time and effort and just plain arsing around, but I didn’t want to scare him off; for some reason, I seemed to make him jumpy, can’t think why…
To backtrack a little, it’s been a hot summer so far, and seeing him every day, casually lounging around in baggy sweatshirts and wearing tight sports shorts, with his solid, muscular bum, those long, he-man legs, and that thing of his jiggling around in there like a rabbit bungee-jumping in a pillowcase was almost too much to bear.
Finally, on one never to be forgotten day, my friends and I were lounging around watching TV and talking about boys, and sex, and the likelihood of getting any in a town where most of the boys seemed to be rejects from some secret genetic-engineering programme, and Finny walked into the room pulling off his sweatshirt and asking about mum; I don’t think he realised we were there, but when he pulled that thing off, the room went silent as six foot of bare-chested, sculpted, golden-brown beefcake wearing just tight rugby shorts hit centre-stage.
Poor Finny suddenly realised I wasn’t alone, with all those girls suddenly crossing their legs and staring puppy-eyed at him; he just reddened, poor lamb, he really was so embarrassed, and I couldn’t figure out why; after all, what’s so embarrassing about being ogled by a room full of pretty girls enveloped in a mist of Oestrogen and struck down with a sudden case of sticky knickers? He beat a hasty retreat, but not before I’d copped a proper eyeful of my very own household man-candy, and that was when I began plotting in earnest to get him all naked and sweaty.
My best friend Haley knew what I wanted and how I felt, and suggested I decoy him into the nearest patch of woodland, yank his pants down, and stretch my throat with that beautiful, manly piece of male architecture, but there were other parts of me I wanted stretched first. I wanted to look into his eyes and suck his tongue, and nibble his lips while he fed his pocket python into my juice-box, so that plan was nixed; it’s still a good idea, though; when we get home I shall definitely be decoying him into the woods to give it a try, suitably modified by whatever else I learn or come across this weekend, of course.
Poor Haley, she’s wanted so hard to sample Finn for so long; she’s petite, blonde, blue-eyed, sexy, and shapely, with an extravagant set of knockers; in fact she’s everything a guy’s supposed to want, and she worked it good. The girl was incorrigible; she’d sit there talking to me while Finny lounged in a chair reading, with her eyes fixed on his crotch.
Every time he looked up, she’d wink and lick her lips; she couldn’t have been more obvious if she stripped off and sat on his face during a lull in the conversation, and STILL Finny just looked right through her; cue one crushed blonde wannabe mattress-tester.
All my other mates also began relentlessly throwing themselves at him, to fall at the first fence, and then calling me a hateful bitch for poisoning his mind against them and keeping Mr. Incredible all to myself…
I, on the other hand, was beginning to think my beautiful brother was gay, or an android, or just cursed with a low (make that ‘subterranean’) sex-drive; he seemed to have no interest in girls, or sex, or me and my prominent nipples, just his studies and rugby, and I made increasingly bizarre and probably unworkable schemes to get my pussy in his face to see if he’d take a bite (or at least a tentative lick…)
Then one day I noticed him noticing me; Bingo! Finally all those subtle (and pretty bloody blatant!) flashes of my bum, and swanning around in skin-tight, nipple-enhancing slut-wear seemed to be paying-off. And still the silly bastard did nothing about it! Try as I might to get him steamed-up, the more I tried, the less he looked!
I honestly started to believe I was just kidding myself and reading more into it than was actually there; after all, he’s my big brother, maybe he actually took the “look but don’t touch” rule seriously, the silly arse, because I was practically blowing a trombone and waving a “Come And Get It” flag, which is definitely NOT like me at all; but then, this is Finny we’re talking about here; allowances must be made…
Anyway, long story short, while I’m not proud of the way I lied to him, and deceived him, and manipulated him to come here with me, I’m fucking ecstatic at the way it turned out; Finny, sweet, gorgeous, hottie man-tottie Finny turned out to have the sex-drive of a herd of prize goats; he was saving it all up for me, and exceeded all my expectations by giving me a seeing-to that should go down in the record books as a night to fucking remember, because I always will. It was a true Spunk-a-thon that almost left me permanently bow-legged, with my pussy irrevocably moulded into the shape of his cock!
Darling Finny’s promised to give my arse a good stretch, something else that’s making me sing and quiver inside; ever since I accidentally walked in on my roommate and her boyfriend with his knob rammed up her greasy bum I’ve wanted to try it (with Finn, of course, no-one else is going there, ever…) and tonight’s the night. I’m getting some shut-eye now; there’s this banquet thingy to attend tonight, and I have an outfit guaranteed to give a gatepost a hard-on. I only hope I last the night…
*****
THE FIRST NIGHT
The sound of a gentle, regular chiming dragged Finn back from a dream of Lara, in bed with him, her eyes tightly closed and her lips parted as he held her legs wide open and pounded his straining cock into her tight anus, her head whipping from side to side as he pummelled her. As he came awake, he saw that part of the dream, at least, was true; Lara was indeed in bed with him, fast asleep and delightfully naked, her leg thrown over his and her damp pussy lips rubbing tantalisingly against the slick, glossy head of his steel-hard erection, while her deliciously taut little nipples poked solidly into his chest.
She looked delicious, vulnerable, and devastatingly sexy; in fact, in the perfect position for a good, old-fashioned wake-up fuck! He grinned to himself as he gently squeezed and fondled her buttock, simultaneously licking her lips as he rubbed his chest against her nipples, hoping to make her push back against him in her sleep.
“Don’t start, Finny, the mixer and banquet’s in half an hour!” she yawned, pulling herself closer to him and kissing him lightly on the base of his throat.
“Shower time, Finn, and I mean just a shower, so put that thing away! You promised me a good seeing-to later, so whatever you’ve got cooking there, put it on the back burner, you’re going to need it! Come on, baby, do my back… and ONLY my back!”
Lara rolled away from him, and squeaked in surprise as he rolled her back and kissed her lustfully, her lips stiff against his for a couple of seconds before melting as she kissed him back. They kissed for a minute or so, tongues darting inside each other’s mouths, hands rubbing, touching, holding and squeezing, before Lara broke away with a giggle.
“That wasn’t fair, you caught me by surprise! Now, up, Finny, we’re guests here, and our hosts have asked us to attend; we have a duty to our hosts, it’s the least we can do, and that also includes not being late. Now come on!”
Finn grinned, and let her tug him off the bed and into the shower, where he scrupulously kept his hands to himself, except when doing her back, as she’d requested. However, Lara refused point-blank his offer to help her dry-off.
“It’s perfectly OK, Finny; I’ve been doing it since I was small, I know what to do!” she dimpled, smiling at his resigned look.
“Later, baby, I promise, let’s just get this mixer thing out of the way, then we can come back here and you can hump me bowlegged if you can manage it, but right now, we have a party to attend, so hurry up and dry yourself off, I have things I need to do!”
Finn had to give his erection a serious talking-to; Lara was just over there, she was jiggling and quivering most fetchingly, and right now Little-Head wanted her so badly it was almost a physical pain.