Gerry excused himself, saying he had to get dressed, which caused a wash of disappointment in me; I liked looking at him, he was like the model of the perfect male, and he made my mouth water, too!
He came back out again shortly, dressed this time in a black suit, snowy white dress shirt and a Cambridge Blue tie with his college crest on it. He looked delicious; the black suit fitted him perfectly, and coupled with that chiselled profile and wave of bright flaxen hair flopping down over one eye, it made him look young, strikingly handsome, and completely edible.
“We have to leave now, Lorna, I have to pick up my robe, they’re using the refectory as a robing room this year, so let’s go.”
As we left, it seemed natural for me to slip my arm through his, and we strolled that way across the quadrangle from his rooms to the refectory, where the robes were ranged along tables to the rear, neatly folded and tagged for each graduate. Gerry was handed a black robe with a white tippet, and I helped him dress among a gaggle of his friends who’d descended upon us. He appeared to be a popular man, and I was honestly glad for him; I’d been so afraid he was an isolated loner, but he’d surprised me and come out of his shell.
He was graduating with a Double-First, from Cambridge, and I was completely awestruck. In his four years here, he had achieved a Double-First Class Honours degree; I just couldn’t get my head around that. He’d be in good company; Francis Bacon, Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin, Lord Kelvin, and Crick and Watson, the Nobel Prize-winning discoverers of the DNA helix, and of course, the great Stephen Hawking; all Cambridge Alumni. My little brother was in some awesome company, and I was nearly bursting with pride!
When the Master of The College called him to collect his diploma I was in tears. I’d neglected him shamefully for far too long, punishing him out of all proportion for such a minor perceived transgression, a boyhood act, and now here he was, graduating from the most prestigious university in the world. After the ceremony, I tried to congratulate him, but I was too choked-up with pride, regret, and shame for leaving him out for so long. Gerry understood, crushing me to him as I hugged him tightly, my heart thudding as I held this gorgeous specimen as long as I could.
After the ritual of meeting and greeting the Master of The College, and The Chancellor, there was a formal dinner, and once that was done, there was a series of parties to choose from, all of which Gerry was invited to. We went to one at Girton, the Women’s college, where every graduating female in Cambridge seemed to want to dance with him. I had a fair few offers myself, and I’d danced with a few of the more attractive (and sober) boys, but my attention was riveted on Gerry, and when he was slow-dancing with some girl, there was definitely a twinge, or several twinges, of jealousy. I was so preoccupied with him that I hardly noticed the amateurish efforts to seduce or grope me by the more ambitious, or drunk, graduates, almost absent-mindedly fending them off. As the evening wore on, Gerry finally noticed I wasn’t really having a good time, so he asked me to dance, after having just had a stunningly beautiful oriental girl rubbing herself all over him.
As we danced, I leaned against him, feeling how firm and reassuring his chest was, his heartbeat slow and regular, and a bulge in the area of his groin that definitely needed thinking about; it felt like someone had shoved a lead bar down there, a very thick lead bar…
I rubbed against it unthinkingly, pressing my mound against him, and Gerry pulled back slightly, obviously taken aback.
“Sorry about that Lorna, I can’t help it; Jenna Kwai-Lam may be a theoretical physicist, but she’s a stunner, and we kind of… thing is, she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Sorry Sis.”
So, he’d been doing… things, with that lovely girl, eh? Interesting. Now my interest in him notched-up another level. I actually simpered at him; God, I was obvious, back then…
“It’s quite alright, Gerry, no harm done; actually, it felt quite nice…!”
He pulled away again, looking at me in something akin to shock, his fabulous blue eyes sharp and penetrating behind his sexy spider-frame glasses. As he processed what I’d said, or hinted, he slowly flushed, grinned a ‘naughty-boy’ grin, and stepped back into me. I took the opportunity to press myself into him and grind against him even more, feeling out the size and heft of that thing he had packed away down there, my head crowding with thoughts of where this evening might end.
As I danced with him, my evening began to feel better, and a wicked, dirty, and downright illegal plan began to formulate itself in my head; Gerry was gorgeous, I was horny, he was packing some serious poundage down there, Christ, it was a situation made in crazy-fuck heaven! My mind was made up; I was going to strip him, suck him, and fuck his brains out, brother or not, and the law could go piss on itself for all I cared. All I knew was that he was going to be subjected to the full Monty; every move and sluttish little trick I’d learned, he was going to get the benefit, lucky boy, and I was determined to get that large lump of man-meat shoved in me if I had to get him to do it at gunpoint!
We continued dancing together the rest of the evening, Gerry staring down into my eyes as I stared up into his, naked lust glinting between us like knife blades as we held each other close and ground ourselves together. At last, we silently came to a mutual decision; this evening needed to end, we had other, better things to do…
Once the decision was made, getting out of there was almost childishly simple.
“Gerry,” I whispered, “let’s go now, we need to go back to your place…!”
As I said that I slid a hand between us and gave his bedroom trophy a healthy squeeze, letting him know just what exactly I was talking about. He bundled me out of there with almost indecent haste (well, considering what was brewing between us, what word would YOU use?), and we virtually sprinted back to his digs. Luckily he lived in one of the quads at Kings, so we didn’t have to trail across town to get home quickly. I kept a hand on his firm muscular bum the whole journey back to his place, keeping him constantly reminded why I needed to get him indoors and in private.
Once indoors we charged into the bedroom, unzipping, unbuttoning, and sliding-off our clothes in a frenzy of stripping; I was agog to see Gerry’s package; that thing had been rubbing against my weeping slit all night, and I wanted to see what it was that had made me so horny. I wasn’t disappointed.
Gerry was down to just his briefs, and there was the thickest, most intimidating bulge behind that tight-stretched material. I was still in my bra, panties, and stockings, and apparently he liked the view, from the way his cock lurched inside its prison. I have size 36C breasts, and my nipples were sticking out like chapel hat-pegs, giving him a shot I hope is imprinted in his memory forever after, amen! I only buy my lingerie from the ‘Agent Provocateur’ range, and the miniscule high-sided ‘Juniper’ mesh thong panties and matching bra was definitely ticking the ‘Like’ box with him. Good…
I had to see that thing in the flesh, so to speak, and stepped up to him, intending to help him release the beast, but Gerry pulled me close and dipped down to kiss me, the first actual moment of real intimacy between us. As our lips met, an airburst went off in my head; I actually sagged against him as a strange sensation coursed through me, and the need to hold and kiss him almost overwhelmed me. My hands came up and locked around his neck as I kissed him back wildly, bruisingly, unable to get enough of his suddenly unbearably sexy mouth.
Gerry’s hands slid down my back, holding me against him by the small of my back as he ground his crotch against mine, before slipping them into my panties and cupping my bum, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he kissed me. My bum is one of my best features, and he was obviously enjoying what he found down there! My hands explored him as I writhed against him, my fingers finding his body a mass of solid, smooth muscle, hard and firm against my questing fingers, rippling enticingly as he moved against me.
I surfaced from that kiss gasping at the need for air and at the huge rush his kiss was sending around my body, and as his fingers slipped into the waistband of my thong, I reached behind me to unclip my bra and pull it away. My panties slipped free, and now I was naked in front of my spectacularly gorgeous baby brother, his figure like some sculptural masterpiece from one of the masters of old, and the products of arousal already seeping from between my bare lips and wetting my inner thighs.
I slid to my knees and once again massaged and squeezed that big bulge inside that flimsy cloth restraint, until I could take the suspense no longer, and pulled down his shorts, letting his member spring free, almost slapping me in the face.
I stared in awe; his cock wasn’t as long as Charlie’s, being about seven and a half inches or so, but it was incredibly thick. It looked like an aerosol spray can sticking out of a nest of tight golden curls, and I just wanted to lick, suck, and fondle that thick column of meat.
I dipped my head forward and licked the tip lightly, tasting him, a drizzle of clear lubricant oozing from the head as it crowned through his foreskin. He tasted tangy, salty-sweet and delicious, and I slid the skin back to expose the purple swollen head fully. I slipped my lips over him, licking and rubbing my tongue over him as I slid my mouth fully over him. There was no way I could fit that thing down my throat; my mouth was fully stretched open, and he filled it completely. I put my hands on his stomach to stop him pumping into my mouth; I didn’t have enough room in there for him to fuck my mouth like that. No matter what, though, I still intended to fellate him properly and suck the spunk right out of that bar of hot man-flesh my lips were stretched around so obscenely.