The relentless pounding of his cock into my anus was having its effect on me; mini-orgasms chased and spun through me, making my belly quiver and my nipples tingle as one after another raced through me. Gerry was feeling it too, and he suddenly pulled me upright, his hands clasping my breasts tightly as he continued to piston his cock into me. The different angle, the feel of his warm hands rubbing and squeezing my nipples, and the whole incredibly filthy, erotic, hyper-sexual scenario we were playing-out here exploded in my mind. I came in a truly shattering wash of pulsating orgasmic shock, an earthquake of pleasure that had me shrieking out as I came like a feight-train, an orgasm no man had ever given me, not even my darling Charlie, inventively dirty-minded sex-god that he was!
As I came my anus tightened as my pussy convulsed and squirted my juices in a spray over the bedcovers, and that tipped Gerry over the edge; I felt his cock swell and stiffen even further, wedging in my tight hole as he spurted what felt like a gallon of hot spunk deep into my bowels, bathing my insides with his delicious cock-cream. Jet after jet of it rammed inside me, his thick cock plugging me so fully that not a drop flowed out, all of it was injected into the place that needed it most; my tight bumhole. As he filled me he continued to ram into me and the sensation of his spunk spraying inside me, his cock continually hammering me, his fingers rubbing and squeezing my tender nipples all combined into one long pulse beat of orgasms, one after another flaring through me, making me gasp and sob in fulfilment.
At last it was over, and I sagged against him, only holding myself upright by reaching behind him and locking my hands behind his neck. Gerry kissed me softly on the base of my neck, and slid his hands down from my breasts to cup my stomach and my pussy, holding me against him as I quivered and twitched in aftershock. He slowly released his grip on me, allowing me to disengage from that columnar cock still jammed in my arse and slide to the bed, so fucking sated it was untrue; I had literally been fucked to a standstill, me, Lorna Boscombe, voracious man-eater, Queen of Kink, and sexually inventive fuck-bunny par excellence, fucked almost senseless by my baby brother; how would I ever live it down!
I was utterly shagged-out; after climbing to that peak of sexual climax, all I wanted to do was sled down the gentle slope on the other side into sleep. Gerry seemed to understand this, and after pulling the soaked bedcovers off the bed and throwing a thick continental quilt from the closet over me, he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me as I spooned against him. The warmth of his body, the decadently thick softness of the quilt, and the reassuring feel of him pressed against me almost immediately sent me into the sleep of the truly jungle-fucked.
I awoke in the morning in a strange room, mildly disorientated for a few seconds, then memory of the previous day, and the hot, semen-soaked night came flooding back, and I turned to look at Gerry, my little brother, asleep naked in bed with me. I tried to work out what I was feeling. I tried to make myself feel revulsion for what I’d, we’d done, or anger at him for what he’d let me do with him, or disgust with myself for instigating the whole thing in the first place, but none of those things happened. Instead, all I could feel for him was complete adoration. I loved him, I loved his body, his sweet face, his soft gentle hands, his deep, soft voice, and most of all, his instant, unquestioning acceptance of me back into his life with no recriminations. I loved him for that and I suddenly realised something else; I loved him because I was in love with him. He’d finally reached that place in me that no-one else had, not even my darling Soldier-Boy, Charlie Manville.
I studied him carefully, noting the line of his jaw, the shape of his nose and chin, the errant wave of bright golden hair falling over one eye even in his sleep, and most of all that smooth, tanned, wonderfully sculpted body of his. In repose he looked young, sweet, and innocent, a little boy again, except no little boy could have a magnificent body like that! No wonder all those girls last night had been throwing themselves at him while I fumed in a corner. Now he was here, with me, and I almost wrung my hands in exultation at the thought; all that was mine, all mine!
But, and this was a big but, he was still my little brother; how did I get past that, and was I actually in love with him, or just deeply in lust? He’d given me a night of sexual pleasure I had never experienced before, with anyone, was I just reacting to that? I needed to get my head around this and sort myself out.
More to the point, how did Gerry feel about this turn of events? He was obviously sexually experienced, so was I just another notch on his belt-buckle, or did he share that connection I was feeling so strongly? I knew that having had this once, I would want it again, and soon. Would we just become fuck-buddies, screwing each other when the opportunity arose while we waited for the ‘right’ one to come along? I felt a definite unease at that thought; something deep inside me wanted him to be so much more than that, to anchor him more tightly to me than that, but I couldn’t ask him; he’d have to tell me himself.
I was studying his features raptly, comparing those features to mine when his eyes fluttered open, to look directly into mine.
“Hello, beautiful!” he murmured, reaching out to touch my lip gently, smiling as I smiled back at him, then his smile disappeared, to be replaced by a look of real concern as two big tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Hey, no, Lor, please, don’t do that, please!” he said, reaching for me. “What brought that on, Sis?” he murmured as he cradled me close, his chest broad and firm and reassuring as he held me tightly.
“Please, Lor, tell me what I did, I promise I won’t do it again, I swear, baby, don’t cry, darling, please!” he whispered as he rocked me gently, holding me tightly and so obviously scared he’d crush me, darling boy that was!
At last I stopped crying, memories of him calling me ‘darling’ and ‘baby’ coming to the fore. Was that really how he thought of me, or was he just being comforting? I had to know.
“Gerry,” I started, my previous resolve so shaken that I felt I needed to ask him about us “I need to know something. I need you to do something for me; I need you to be honest with me. Will you do that? Please?”
He looked at me in puzzlement, but his big soft hands kept brushing my hair back from my forehead, and his arms around me never relaxed for one second.
“Of course, Lor, anything for you; I would never lie to you or deceive you!”
I heard the ring of truth and sincerity in his voice, and my heart rose.
“Gerry, I want, I need you to be honest with me right now. I want you to tell me what you think of me, what you want from me, and how you feel about me. I have to know, especially after last night!”
Gerry smoothed my hair one last time, and looked directly into my eyes.
“Lor, I kind of worked out that you’d been with a few guys, or maybe not so few, before last night. I don’t care about that, truly. I’ve been with a few girls as well, so I’m hardly likely to take the moral high ground in that kind of dispute!” He grinned fleetingly.
“What I’m trying to say is that you may have had a few blokes before me, but I don’t think you understand us as well as you think you do. Some of us, maybe more of us than you think, never forget their first love, even if she doesn’t know that’s what she was. We go through life falling in love, or not, but always remembering and pining, even a little bit way down inside, for that very first girl, the one who got away. I feel a little silly confessing this now; you were the one that got away from me, but you didn’t know it.”
“I’ve been in love with you since I was 12, Lorna, but you were never bothered with me. But that’s okay; I guess I was kind of an annoying little tick, but even after everything that happened I never gave you up. I couldn’t, you were always my picture of perfection, and I saw you in my mind’s eye every single day. No-one ever came close enough to even start to eclipse you; well, maybe one.” He looked pensive for a moment.
“I always compared girls I met, or fancied, or got to know, to you, and none of them ever matched up to you. You were the impossible dream!” He grinned at the corny phrase.
“When I saw you yesterday my heart nearly stopped; you were beautiful when you were young, but now you’re absolutely stunning! Last night was the best night of my life, like all my Christmases and birthdays had come at once; I finally had you, you were mine, and you wanted me. I almost had to pinch myself to see if I’d wake up. I was actually afraid to go to sleep last night in case I woke up and it had all just been Gerry losing his mind and lucid dreaming about something that could never happen. But here you are, and there it is. I have always loved you, Lorna, I love you now, and I will always love you!”
I sat, open-mouthed in astonishment at him confessing how he felt about me. I’d asked him baldly to tell me what last night had meant to him, and he’d told me, and it was everything I wanted to hear, and more. I thrilled inside as I heard what he said. This was what I had hoped so desperately he would say, and my mind was whirling as my feelings crowded together in my heart, which burst and overflowed.
I launched myself at him, pushing him over onto his back as I landed on top of him, holding his face with both hands as I kissed him madly, wildly, laughing and crying in between deep, heartfelt kisses. Gerry grinned against my lips and held me tight, waiting for the storm to die down while kissing me back as enthusiastically as I was kissing him.
At last we surfaced for air, and Gerry held me up so he could look into my eyes.
“Apparently I said the right thing, Lor! You asked me, I said what I wanted to say, what I never thought I’d ever have the chance to say, and I take you’re pleased with what I had to say. I had the chance to tell you, so I took it. Does this mean we’re a couple now?”
I grinned at him through my tears.
“Gerald Boscombe, the only thing I want to say is, ‘Miss Barkis is willing’, always, everywhere, and in any way. I love you too Gerry. I was agonising about this earlier, but you decided me. Now we only have to find a way to make it work!”
Grinning like a pumpkin, Gerry pulled me back down to him.
“Less talk, then, and more play; we have all day to talk, let’s fool around for a while!”
That sounded like a good idea; in fact, it sounded like a great idea!
We were just getting interested in some serious mutual groping when there came a hurried knock on the front door. Gerry sat up, looking puzzled.
“Who the hell could that be this early? Everyone I know should be comatose by now! Wait there, sweetie, I’ll get rid of them!”
With that, he pulled on a pair of jeans and padded over to the front door.