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.