I stared at her, caught but confused, and Georgy nudged me, smiling that million-kilowatt smile of hers. As she slid closer to me I realised she was still naked, and my brain did a complete 360 and came in for a perfect three-point landing; if she wasn’t worried, did I need to be?
Obviously not, said my brain, which means you’re not going to die, not yet; yes, you’re naked, in bed, with your just as naked sister, and yet no-one’s trying to kill you, this is good, this is very good, this might turn out okay…
“Umm, yes?” I ventured, and was encouraged by once again that calm smile and reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“There you go, that’s better.” She murmured.
“So Will, you’re probably wondering why I’m not laying into you with a broom-handle, yes?” smiled Aunt Kay, and I nodded, because honestly that had been what I was waiting for.
“The thing is, Will, I knew this was going to happen eventually.” My ears pricked up as she continued.
“Georgy and I had this out a long time ago, just a few days after you left for Sandhurst. She talked to me because there was no way she could go to your mother or her poor father with it, so I was ‘it’. It has to do with you, Will, so please just listen, can you do that?”
I was puzzled and intrigued, so I just nodded so she would continue.
Will… Tyler, you love you sister, don’t you?” she asked me, making me blink at the sudden tangent she’d gone off on. I grinned, uncomfortably aware of just how naked said sister was right now, and how closely she was moulded to me.
“Aunt Kay, I love Georgy, and you, more than anything in the world, you know that.”
Aunt Kay smiled and patted my knee.
“I know, Willie, but when Georgy told me it was because she didn’t know where else to turn. I know you think you know how upset she was when you left, but it was more than that, much more.”
I cocked an eye at her, wondering what she was getting at. She gazed at me and sighed.
“Will, Georgy told me how she felt about… about you, how she’d always felt about you, and not just because you were her big brother, do you understand me Will?”
Suddenly I did, and I was absolutely floored. Georgy? Me? What?
Aunt Kay absently folded the sheets back over my shoulder as she talked.
“Now do you understand why I’m not beating seven-bells out of you? I told her back then that she was too young, that she would have to wait, and someday meet a nice boy, someone it was okay to have those feelings for, that things would take their course, and she’d settle down with someone who loved her and would look after her, the usual.”
She paused to once again tidy my bedcovers, like I was a little boy again and she was tucking me in…
“I told her all that, and I didn’t believe a word of it, because I knew along where it was going; I could see from the time she was small how her eyes would follow you, how her expression would change whenever you came in the room, how her eyes would literally light up every time you spoke to her, how delighted she was when you’d play with her, and how much she treasured her time with you. She was your baby sister, but you were always so much more than just her big brother.”
Her eyes were suddenly soft-focus, blurry, as recall hit her.
“When you went to Sandhurst it was a tough time for all of us; poor Georgy cried constantly, her best friend was gone, and she was alone here, and then her father’s passing, and you going off to that dreadful place, all the best and most dependable things in her life gone forever or in mortal danger. You’ll never know how she must have felt, watching the news reports, seeing those poor soldiers’ funeral corteges being driven through Wooten Basset every day and waiting to hear your name listed as one of the fallen. Your letters home were so heavily censored they were just “hello-goodbye”, everything else was taken out. Not knowing where or how you were, what you were doing, how much danger you were in, just the news reports on TV to let us know you weren’t dead, almost destroyed your mother and me, but it was worse for Georgy.”
A light suddenly went on in my head as all the little things over the years, the little touches, and smiles, and wistful little gestures came together, and there was Georgy in the centre of it all, every part of my life revolving around her, the one real constant in my life.
Georgy chose that moment to hug me tightly.
“She not lying, Ty; losing you for eight years, just the occasional weekend when I could have you back and pretend you were home with me, and then going off to that war; waiting every day for a Military Policeman to show up carrying that brown envelope almost killed me. Mummy had it worse; she knew that a Queen’s officer leads from the front, she knew that from daddy, from your daddy too, that you were always in the most danger.”
She wiped her eyes against my arm,
“We prayed and prayed to have you come home safe, but we knew, even if we didn’t dare say it out loud, that you were probably going to die because you were your men’s leader and you were always a target. Please don’t ever leave me again, or send me away, this is where I belong, and I can’t go through that again.”
I kissed her without even thinking, it just seemed so much the right thing to do just then because she was right, and I finally saw it; Georgy and I had been the most important things in each other’s lives our whole lives; I recalled how annoyed (no, Tyler, let’s face it, you were jealous, sick jealous, call a spade a spade, why don’t you?) I always seemed to get whenever I saw a boy trying to get with her, or make her notice him. Now I knew why; because she was mine, she’d always been mine; I just never put the pieces together. That realisation hit me like a hammer-blow, and with that came resolve; she was mine, she’d always been mine, and for the first time I could finally admit that to myself.
“Are you crazy?” I murmured, astonished at my finally-admitted need for her, “How could I ever do that? Now I know, how could I ever walk away from you? I don’t know how this is going to work, I don’t know how we’re going to get away with it, but I don’t care; I’m just glad I finally know, so we’ll do this, we’ll make it work and see what happens, agreed?”
Georgy gave me that smile that I suddenly realised had always been one of my most favorite things in the world, and I knew we were okay. Aunt Kay squeezed my shoulder and rose, smoothing down the covers as she did so.
“Breakfast in an hour, sweeties, don’t be late!” she tossed over her shoulder as she left the room, leaving Georgy and me staring at each other.
“So, Ty, what’s next?” grinned Georgy, her smile turning into a full-fledged dirty grin when I slid my hands down her smooth flanks and squeezed her lovely, squeezable bottom.
“Three guesses, Tinkerbell!” I leered, nibble-kissing her throat and neck and watching her nipples ‘pop’ out, so I thought I’d nibble on those, too.
“Oooh yesss… ” she murmured, squirming delightfully as I gently sucked and lashed those nubs with my tongue-tip, before sliding back up to kiss her properly while she fondled my ever-hardening erection.
We kissed and explored for a while, fondling and touching, rubbing and squeezing, ramping each other up and getting ready to go there again, until finally Georgy broke our kissing to grin naughtily at me.
“Last night we did it to make it easy on me, and it was nice, Willie, it was great, but now show me how naughty soldier-boys do it, Will; do naughty things to me, I dare you!” she murmured huskily.
To hear was to obey, especially as my cock was so hard you could cut teak with it; she definitely needed to feel the power of Tyler Wilmot in all its glory!
To watch her expression as I s-l-o-o-o-w-l-y eased inside her was almost more than I could bear, and she looked like what she was feeling was not pain, but what seemed like savage pleasure; the way her lip was caught between her teeth made me want to just plunge into her but I didn’t; this was Georgy, my Georgy, not some tart I’d picked up in a pub!
I tried easing into her, after all, this was still so new to her, but she was having none of it, and as I tried to make it slow, she slammed her hips up at me, taking me in all at once!
Her eyes bugged open, and her jaw dropped in a silent scream as once again I invaded her, but this time there was nothing tentative about it as I slid in to the hilt. I held her close as she went limp under me, wondering what was next, when her eyes opened and she grinned weakly at me.
“Daddy always said… the way to grasp the nettle… is firmly!” she gasped, before pulling me down so she could kiss me.
I waited until that ‘shocked’ look disappeared before moving, but even that small movement made her eyes fly open.
“Oh God yes, like that Willie, oh yess… oh yess!” she chanted, and as I slowly got into my stride, she moved against me, in time with me, obviously enjoying the whole experience.
“Never… never thought… it would… be like this,” she panted, instinctively bucking her hips up to meet me as I thrust into her, her movements building as she neared her climax. I was in no better state; I could feel myself approaching too, and there was no way I could hold it back.
When she came, it was with thunderbolt intensity; she simultaneously screamed out my name and bit my shoulder as her hot pussy clenched and rippled around me, squeezing me and setting me off. I lost it, a bolt of spunk rocketed out of me so hard it actually hurt, hosing inside her in what felt like endless torrents as I came, and came, the muscular ripples of her convulsing pussy milking every last drop out of me.
I slumped down, just enough presence of mind left to roll away from her so I didn’t crush her, to lie prone, exhausted next to her, my muscles trembling and fluttering in reaction as the last throes of my gigantic climax died away. Georgy was in no better shape, her perspiration drenched forehead and beaded upper lip, and her heaving chest and flushed complexion obvious outward signs of the strain and stress of our lovemaking.