My plan for the summer, such as it was, now revolved around hauling him into my bedroom when we got home and keeping him chained in bed with me, but first things first; I wanted to see my darling twin brother one last time, because I wanted to hold him by the scruff of his neck so I could kick him so hard up the arse his nose bled; when I told Andy he laughed.
“You’ll have to get in line, you bloodthirsty little menace; you know Jack Cameron has a younger sister?”
I did, but I’d never met her. Andy grinned as he told me.
“Jack’s sister is half-Japanese, her name’s Teruko, and she’s beautiful; she looks like a model, you have to see her to understand just how exquisite she is. Jack put the voodoo word out on her; touch my kid sister and you die, painfully.”
He grinned at the memory.
“Freddy obviously felt it didn’t apply to him, and went sniffing around her; she objected, told her mother, who told Jack, who’s now looking for Freddy. In deference to me, he waited until after I left and went to uni, as he wasn’t going to pound on my kid brother while I was around, but I gave him permission to flay the little kerb-sniffer alive if he ever surfaces again.”
I asked him why Jack was so fiercely protective over his little sister, not that there was anything wrong with that. Andy gave a small indulgent smile.
“Because he’s crazy about her; Jack’s been in love with Teruko since the day he met her, although you couldn’t get him to admit it under torture; everyone else knows, though, and no-one cares, but that’s why no-one has ever seriously made a pass at her; that, and because Jack will kill them if they do. Good luck to both of them, I say!”
I grinned at that; it looked like Freddy was going to be too busy ducking and weaving to trouble us. Andy continued.
“You have to understand the difference between Freddy and Slimy Fineman, Lin; Freddy’s not wicked, he’s not even bad, he’s just young and stupid; too stupid to be a real bad-guy, no matter that he thinks he is, and just stupid enough to do bloody stupid things and think he can get away with them, but that’s all. He’ll grow out of it one day, when he works out who he is, then you’ll see the real Freddy.”
Andy looked pensive, his eyes far away.
“I know I said I was okay with Big Jack giving him a good tanning, but that was just me being dramatic; Freddy’s a cocky twerp, but he’s still my kid brother, and I won’t let anyone hurt him, not that Jack would; he’s not a bully, and I know even you’ll forgive him eventually; in the meantime, let him think he’s on the run, it’ll be good for him!”
He sighed, and turned to face me.
“Jack Fineman, though, he’s a real low-class piece of work; he goes out of his way to be a prick, and I don’t know why; he’s been like that since we were preps, and he’s never going to change, not until someone beats the stuffing out of him. If I catch him, after today’s little escapade, I’ll gladly do it; some lessons need to be learned the hard way.”
He sighed again.
“It’s his family I feel for; his father was my Classics Master and Housemaster, he’s a good man, his mother is a really nice lady, his sister’s a great girl, they’re all good people, so I don’t know how or why he turned out that way.”
A sudden thought struck me, hard on the heels of what he’d said about Freddy, and I turned to Andy in consternation. His attention switched to me immediately.
“What, what’s the matter, Lin, what happened?”
My lip trembled as I tried to say what I wanted to say, what I’d just realised.
“Andy, I’m sorry, I never even asked you, I just jumped on you, oh God, oh God, what was I thinking, I’m sorry, I did what Freddy did, I never even asked you…!”
Andy pulled me close, hugging me as I cried against him; how could I have been so stupid? My own brother! What kind of screw-up was I? Of all the available boys in the whole bloody world, I had to go and throw myself at my own brother… and now, now, we’d done the unthinkable!! Oh Fucking Christ, how did I manage to bugger things up so completely?
Andy soothed me the way he’d done when I was young, rubbing my back while rocking me gently, calming me, whispering to me.
“Ssshh, calm down, it’s alright, you only did what I wanted to do! I’ve been thinking about you for so long, Sis, if I knew you wanted me like that I’d have come and taken you away long ago! If we did anything wrong, then we’re both to blame, but I don’t care, Lin, long as I have you! Stop crying, Lindy, please!”
As his words percolated through the fog of guilt and remorse I perked-up; he was saying what I’d been feeling; he wasn’t angry, or guilty, or ashamed; he wanted me, he still wanted me!
Andy passed me his shirt so I could wipe my eyes (and have a crafty wipe of my nose as well…) then his hands slipped down to once more cup my bottom as he pulled me close.
“You’re mine now, so no more tears, from now on, you’ve got me, and I’ve got you, so no more of this.. this guilt stuff. What we do now is for us, no-one else. I love you, Lin, and I have since we were kids, so now we can do this, if it’s what you really want. I also don’t think the ‘rents will give two shits what we do, so this is what we’ll do; we’ve got all summer to work this out, and you can make up your mind what you want; either way, I won’t pressure you. If you want to back away and stay in uni in London, fair enough, I’ll respect your decision; you’re still my little sister, after all! If, on the other hand, you can’t do the whole ‘uni’ thing, and you want to be with me, call me and I’ll come and get you like a flash. Think about it, Lindy.”
I didn’t have to; a whole summer with him? Lead me to it! I did have one thing to say, though.
“Andy, I really want you, but I want to go to university, too; can I at least try the first year? If I can’t bear to be without you, maybe I can transfer to Edinburgh…”
Andy squeezed and jiggled my bottom, making me squirm as he pulled my cheeks apart.
“Baby, if that’s what you want to do, then that’s fine with me; just give it a fair chance first, that’s all I ask; be true to yourself, Lin. I can and will wait, I promise!”
That was really what I wanted to hear, and it made me feel warm and safe all over again; Andy, my Andy loved me the way I loved him, and he’d promised to wait for me; right then I was the happiest girl on the planet. As I settled against him, he once again pulled the covers up over me; the warmth of his body tingling through me as I spooned against him, and his reassuring arm around me was all I needed to send me off into a deep and satisfied sleep.
*
I woke with the bright morning sun in my eyes. Andy was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear the shower in the en-suite, and as I came fully awake, he walked out, a towel around his waist, towelling his hair vigorously. I stared at him again, admiring his body. He grinned at me and cocked an eyebrow quizzically.
“What, did I miss something?” he grinned, and I smiled back, drinking in the sight of my perfect man.
“What time is it, big man?” I asked, and he pointed to the clock on the bedside.
“Right next to you, sleepyhead. Time you were up, we have things to do!”
It was 8:30, what could I possibly have to do at that time of the morning? The match Andy was playing in kicked-off at 1:30 p. m., so I had five hours to laze, and revel in him.
“Come on you, get showered, we have an appointment at Rackham’s at 9:00, get moving slowcoach!”
Rackham’s is the department store in Shrewsbury High Street, just a short walk from the hotel.
“Why are we going to Rackham’s, Andy?” I enquired, and he grinned.
“Unless you plan on walking around all day in yesterday’s clothes and underwear, we’re going shopping. I already called ahead and opened an account for you, so you can shop yourself out; now get a move on!”
I looked at him pityingly.
“Andrew, I have to wear yesterday’s knickers, I don’t have any others! Unless… wait a minute; you want me to go traipsing around Shrewsbury town centre in a short summer dress with no panties on? I don’t bloody think so!”
Andy sat on the bed and pulled me closer and slipped his hand under the bedclothes to squeeze my bottom as he licked my lips.
“It’s just a short walk, sis, come on, give the locals a cheap thrill, it’ll be fun!”
I snorted.
“For you, maybe, you pervert! If I’d known you were such a deviant I’d have never let you near my lady-garden! You just want me to walk around while you get a secret, unhallowed thrill out of knowing all my lady-bits are getting an airing!”
He grinned and nodded in defeat, and tugged me out of bed to have a shower. Once I was all nice and clean, I realised he was right; I’d worn my panties all day and half the night, I really didn’t want to put them on again, so I didn’t, instead slipping my sundress on when his back was turned, and stuffing my panties into my bag. Once my hair was properly dried, we set off to do some shopping.
At Rackham’s, we stopped at the Customer Service desk to pick up my store card, took a few moments to goggle at my spending limit, courtesy of Andy and his own trust-fund, then I showed him how to indulge in intense retail therapy; first to the underwear section, where I couldn’t decide between the La Perla and the ‘Agent Provocateur’ ranges, so he made me take both, ranging from ‘demure, girly-girly English country-house virgin’ to ‘raunchy Parisian Bondage Slut’, so I rewarded him by quickly flipping up the hem of my dress and showing him what was under there.