Linda realises where she needs to be: with Andy.
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I had Andy in my room, in my bed, and I was just the happiest girl in the world; right now, we had the house to ourselves; Miss Langley, our bitter depressive of a housekeeper, had gone away to make her own relatives miserable for two weeks, and Freddy was hiding under a rock somewhere far, far away, so Andy and I had that whole big house to ourselves for a whole two weeks.
I knew what I wanted; I wanted my sexy big brother to fuck me relentlessly, to break that bed, with me under him when he did it; I wanted large helpings of ‘Yee-haarr!’ stirred in and seasoned with big smoochie-smoochie , and, lucky me, so did he.
When we arrived home, the house was deserted; good, that meant the harridan had departed for the lesser circle of Hell she brooded in, so Andy and I could spend all day, every day, naked if the mood took us, and I intended to see it did, often.
From the look in his eyes, Andy was up for it as well, but first, I had needs that I’d been tamping down all through that endless drive down the M5. Now, at last, we had the room and the opportunity to do something about it.
The house itself is a little way outside Bath, built of that lovely mellow sandstone, like so much of Bath, and stands in six acres of grounds, so no neighbours to hear the various noises I intended to make when my Andy did things to me that needed expressing!
First off, though, I needed a shower, so, while Andy took our various cases and bags into the dressing room, I stripped off and slipped into my en suite bathroom, and stepped under the lovely hot water.
I was in a world of my own, pleasurable thoughts of Andy and me playing and being together running through my mind, when a pair of big, warm hands slipped around my waist and cupped my boobs, squeezing the girls while a pair of hot lips grazed along my shoulder and up my neck, making me squirm as goosebumps prickled all over me.
“Hello Lindy-girl!” he growled softly in my ear, lightly pinching my nipples at the same time, making me gasp and buck against him, my body thrilling with the sudden spike of pleasure that shot through me.
“Hello big brother!” I husked back at him, grinding my bottom against that club-like penis of his now pressing against me. “Are you going to do my back?” I asked him softly, wriggling against him and feeling him grind back against me.
“I’m going to do all of you; just give me time!” he murmured as he nibbled my ear, making me sag against him as the pleasure darted through me again, grounding in my pussy, making it twitch and buzz gently . He reached up and flicked the shower off, then turned his attention back to gently squeezing and fondling my breasts, my nipples zinging happily every time he brushed or gently squeezed them.
Now his hand slipped down, circling and rubbing the flat of my tummy, and down some more, until he was sliding his finger gently against my labia, fireworks going off in my peripheral vision as he played and teased, and all the while his lips and tongue worked against my shoulder, my neck, and my ears.
His other hand squeezed and gently tugged my nipples, slowly but surely driving me out of my mind as he kissed, teased and frigged me all at once.
I could feel my pussy warming and swelling, making ready for him; recent virgin or not, I was ready for a hammering session, and so was he, judging by the burning heat of that thing wedged between my cheeks. As he kissed my neck and tortured and teased my clitoris, he slowly leaned on me, until I was leaning against the shower wall, only the flat of my hands holding me upright.
His hands slid down to part my legs, and suddenly I realised what he wanted to do; he was going to have me here, now, in my shower; God that was so hot, and so naughty!
I gasped as he probed between my thighs, sticking my bottom out to help him, then his hands were on my bum, pulling my cheeks gently apart, and his stiff cock bumped against me, then rubbed along my perineum and against my labia, setting off another shower of sparks in my head.
“Like that, Lindy, like that…!” he muttered, and suddenly he was sliding into me, pushing my labia apart and making me cry out as he once more stretched me, but in another way entirely this time, and nice, oh, so nice!
I pushed back against him as he pushed forward, filling me completely, and as he began sliding out again, his soft fingers once more found my clitoris, and began to gently rub and tease me as he slid in and out of me again and again, faster and more urgent, but gently, lovingly.
My mind was in a whirl; I’d never dreamed sex could be this good, this gentle, this exciting, the thousand things I was feeling at once all melding together into my perfect moment with Andy, and as I felt that happen inside me, so I climaxed in a sudden rush of pleasure, like pure, golden heat blasting through me, huge and unstoppable. I screamed as the whole world dissolved around me, my body shivering and quivering with the force of my release.
As I came, so did he, groaning as he held me tightly against him, his cock threshing inside me like a live thing as it throbbed and spat the last of his sperm into me; we’d made love three times that morning, plus I’d made him fill my mouth, so I wasn’t sure he’d have anything left, but dry or not, his orgasm was as intense as mine, to judge by his stiff immobility as his cock pulsed and twitched inside me.
His arms relaxed and once more hugged me, instead of holding me immobile, and his lips once more played along my shoulders and the nape of my neck as he slowly slid from me, the sensation exquisite. I could feel his heart thudding against mine, my heart hammering madly as the aftershocks rippled through me.
He turned me around and kissed me gently, soft, affectionate pecks on my cheek, my lips, my neck, all the while holding me against him by the cheeks of my bum as I shuddered and twitched, and now I fully understood what had just happened here: we’d made love, not had sex, not fucked; we’d made love, and it had affected him as deeply as it had me.
“I love you, Lindy!” he whispered into my neck, grazing lightly as he held me, his lips moving up to once more capture mine, and kiss me like a whirlwind, like a madman, like a man in love.
I kissed him back no less wildly, trying to pull him into me, to cover my body with his and be part of him forever.
“I love you too, Andy, always!” I whispered, melting as he grinned at me, pulling me closer for yet another heart-stopping kiss; then, with a wry grin, he flicked the shower back on so we could continue what he’d so wonderfully interrupted.
I insisted on helping him dry off, taking my time to handle that lovely, muscular body of his, and he did the same for me; I’m sure he wasn’t trying to heat me up, but he did, and I almost needed another shower, a cold one, this time! Once were dried off, and in my case, cooled-off, we slipped on a couple of robes and went downstairs to the pantry to find something to eat.
Of course, Miss Langley being the vindictive old rat-bag that she was, and knowing full well we were coming home, had cleared all the food out of the fridge, and either shoved it in the freezer, or thrown it away, before buggering-off to inflict herself on her family. With nothing to eat in the house, there was only one thing for it.
“Chinese, Indian, Pizza, or do you want to find a restaurant somewhere?” Andy grinned ruefully. A restaurant sounded good to me, so without further discussion we got dressed and jumped in the car to find somewhere in town we could park the car; luckily it was a weeknight; weekends are impossible to find a parking spot or somewhere to eat in Bath, and Andy didn’t fancy driving all the way into Bristol just for a meal.
We eventually found a nice restaurant, serving traditional English food, which was becoming a rarity in Bath, what with all the French, Italian, Tapas, Mongolian, Korean, Sushi bars and Thai restaurants springing-up left, right, and centre.
After an old-fashioned, satisfying roast-beef dinner, with all the trimmings, such as we never got at school, and hardly ever got at home, either, I wanted to get Andy home and curl-up with him; right now I was in the mood for a soft sofa, a couple of bottles of good Medoc or Daddy’s excellent Tokay, a nice long talk, and Andy in my bed when I woke up in the morning, and I could feel the same need in him.
We had two weeks to play, hump ourselves giddy, and generally explore every nook, cranny, crevice, and ticklish-spot, so I was in no rush; Andy was a banquet for me, not a burger and fries, and I intended to take full advantage of this opportunity to see what made him gasp.
The parents were off in some trendy hot-spot, no doubt experimenting with the local talent; mother and Daddy would both have their hands full with whatever post-teenage playmates they’d scored, so they wouldn’t be back for weeks, not even for Cowes Week coming up in a few days, one of the annual society hot-spots.