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.