What with one thing and another, it was nearly 2pm before we finally wound our way home, Lorna driving as I’d had one glass too many, getting back just before the boys; they’d had a disappointing day at the cricket, rain had stopped play, so they found a pub and ogled local girls for a while before heading home.
We sat around chatting for a while, but I could see Gerry and Lorna exchanging sideways glances and smouldering looks when they thought they were unobserved, so I made an excuse about being tired, and Lor picked up on what I was telling her, using it as an excuse to hustle Gerry out of there, they had a reasonably long drive to Thame, and it looked like rain on the way, so they made their farewells and left, trying not to be too hasty!
“OK, that was weird!” grinned Charlie, “feel like telling me what just happened there, or do I have to start moving my stuff into the spare room?”
I thumped his chest and grinned at him. “You try that, Boy, and I’ll just move my stuff in there with you, got it?”
“OK, OK, just tell me what I just saw, because it looked like there was an awful lot of ‘non-verbal communication’ going on there; you and Lorna up to something again?”
Oops.
I hurriedly deflected that train of thought before it hit the buffers. “Gerry & Lorna had pretty much the same talk we did, and came to the same conclusions, so all is good there. Lorna’s decided she wants to be a mum, I suspect she’s in a rush to put Gerry through his paces!”
Charlie smiled that big beautiful smile of his. “”They’re coming to dinner Saturday; better get some steak in, Gerry’s going to need the protein!”
I laughed in genuine relief, I was so happy the boys had become such good friends, no awkwardness or distance between them.
“And now,” he grinned, “after I make you dinner, I think I’d like to get some practice in, if you don’t mind, sort of put me through my paces too!”
How can a girl resist an offer like that?
After dinner, we spent the evening cuddling, Charlie quiet and thoughtful, not even absent-mindedly groping me, as was his wont, so I asked him. “Penny for your thoughts, soldier-boy?”
“Eh?” said Charlie, obviously miles away, “Sorry Lu-Lu, I was just thinking about how best to work it so I can be with you. I think I’m going to have to resign my commission, apply for a job in the real world, perhaps there’s scope for someone with my background and qualifications. I was thinking of talking with my old Defence Studies mentor at Sandhurst, get some advice and direction. I’ve done over 2 years of operations now, so I’m entitled to resign my commission or request an honourable discharge.”
He looked so crestfallen, but I was thrilled that he was prepared to give up his beloved army, in spite of all the fear and dread, the terror for his life he’d had to contend with, and proud that he wanted to do this for me, because he knew I wanted him to be safe with me. However, I had to delay him making any kind of irrevocable decision, at least for a few days, until Lorna’s little scheme kicked in and we knew what was in store for him, so I hedged.
“Sweetheart, I know that’s not what you want, and I know I’ve been difficult about you and the army, and service in that terrible place, but please, don’t walk away until we’ve talked about this properly. You’ve only been home a week, let’s leave it for now, get your head around living with me for a while who knows, you might discover that, all the great sex apart, I’m such a miserable cow you’ll be happy to go back and continue doing your bit for Queen and Country! All that training and commitment from you, it would be for nothing if you just walked away. Please, don’t make any snap decisions, for my sake and yours!”
He looked sideways at me. “Are you telling me, after all the tears and guilty confessions, you now think I should stay in, that I should go back at the end of my leave? Because I don’t want to; I just want to be with you now, so, Big Sister, you’d better wind your neck back in and ask yourself what it is you really want. I want to have a proper home, and a real life, and a chance of a family, with you. I’m not sure what you’re playing at here, but OK, because you asked, I’ll give it another week, provided you agree to let up about it while I make sure of my decision, whatever it is. Agreed?”
“Agreed, baby boy, I’m glad you’re not rushing anything, I want you be absolutely sure before you jump.” I concurred. Now Lorna’s victim had to come through, so a few anxious days were probably ahead before I could relax.
We slept that night without making love, Charlie too preoccupied to make a grab for me, me wracked with guilt over letting him think I was putting him on the spot over his beloved army career, so I lay there sleepless most of the night, not even his deep breathing and warmth lulling me to sleep. When I did eventually fall asleep, the sky was already turning grey, and I fell asleep because I was exhausted, not relaxed.
When Charlie woke, he’d slipped out of bed and made coffee, leaving me to sleep, only waking with the sound of him putting a cup for me on the nightstand, seeing his lovely smile and gorgeous eyes.
“Hello Blondie, do I get a good morning kiss?” he grinned; for answer I pulled him to me, his hands sliding around my waist and pulling me in tight to him. It was a long, slow and very satisfying kiss, and I could feel him hardening against me, making me feel happy and horny.
Charlie pulled away from our clinch to look down at me, wink, and lick the end of my nose, telling me nothing had changed between us, and that our almost-argument last night had been forgotten, at least for now. I snuggled down into him, glad to be holding him, as his hands roamed over me, stroking rubbing, squeezing and gently pinching, making me sigh, making me giggle, making me hot. I kissed him as hard as I could, holding him to me as his fingers slid into me, making me gasp as he stroked and caressed particularly sensitive spots, my pussy feeling moist and hot as my labia began to engorge.
Now he dipped his head and began licking and sucking my nipples, flicking them into hard points, the sensation exquisite, making little bursts of pleasure run through my body, my pussy beginning to twitch as my labia swelled and opened. Charlie slid his hand down to my pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down my slit, sliding one and then two fingers inside me and gently pumping them, his thumb caressing and gently flicking my clit, making me groan softly as little hot waves of pleasure thrilled through me. I reciprocated, taking hold of his penis, pumping it gently, squeezing rhythmically as I pumped, making him groan in turn, his cock firming up even harder, and beginning to twitch. I could feel his pulse as his cock thrummed, and his lips found mine, kissing me gently but passionately. I let go of him as he moved over me, positioning himself between my thighs, kissing me with little pecks, licking my lips, smiling at me, his beautiful eyes dancing with anticipation. When I nodded that I was ready, he slowly thrust into me, one long smooth entry that nearly made me faint with the sensation of him suddenly filling me, my pussy stretching and enveloping him, the pleasure blasting through me in a tsunami of sensation, and as he began to slowly pump himself in and out, I nearly fainted with the all the things he was doing to me, my body enveloped in waves of pleasure emanating from our joined sexes.
I rose up, pumping against him, pushing up as he bore down, meeting him stroke for stroke, feeling every contour of this thing hammering into me, filling me up, giving me such intense pleasure. At last, my body took over from my rational self, and the waves of orgasm rippled and billowed through me, making me sigh and hiss with pleasure, the sensations in my pussy thrilling through me, each wave more pleasurable than the last. I screamed in release, or thought I did, my whole world consisting of the pleasure my big, hot little brother was giving me as he humped and hammered into me. My cunt clamped tightly around his shaft, and he roared like a bull as his cock lurched and twisted inside me, sperm shooting into me, spurt after spurt of his hot semen filling my most intimate parts with his potent seed, his eyes tight shut as the powerful muscles of his neck and shoulders writhed and stood out in high relief, reminding me again what a magnificent specimen of young manhood I had in him.
Charlie stopped pumping me, his climax peaked and now diminishing, and he slowly withdrew, again tails of orgasm flickering in me, making me gasp and clench, his sperm slowly trickling out of me, not the gushes of recent days, mute evidence of how I’d been wringing him dry! I’d have to give him a few days off, I realised, if I wanted him to return to full capacity!
He dropped next to me on the bed, gathering me into him, caught in the afterglow, both of us murmuring and sighing as we fitted into each other, tired, but in that good way that only comes from incredible sex, no post-coital tristesse here! My hands slid and smoothed over him, feeling the contours and warmth of his body, his hands gently rubbing and caressing me all over, keeping me in close contact with him, a powerful feeling of love and being loved surrounding me.
We lay like that for maybe an hour, waking gradually to the day, content to just remain locked together, arms holding each other, occasional kissing and caressing, mainly just enjoying the proximity of each other, the warmth and comfort we felt as we lay like this.