AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
| EDITOR's NOTE - Part one of this story can be found at: Part 1. |
I was sitting at my computer writing up a story sent to me by a reader. I've being getting a few of late; more would be nice. Anyhow, there I was when the front doorbell went. Shit, the last thing I needed tonight was company, I thought.
"Hi," said Ann standing on my doorstep, with her was another girl, "we thought we'll come over and keep you company."
"Yeah, come on in," I said trying to be cheerful.
"This is Trish, by the way," she introduced her friend, "she's at college with me."
"Hi Trish," I said giving her the once over.
Unlike Ann's generous figure, Trish was built on slimmer lines.
"I've told Trish all about you," Ann giggled and I could tell she had a few drinks before coming over.
"Oh yeah," I said, "and she still wants to meet me," I said with a smile.
"You may be a bit of a perv," Ann said, "but you're a good friend."
Well that depends on your definition of a friend. True I had spent some time between her shapely legs and have offered her money to help her out with her studies.
"Ann told me you write short stories," Trish said, her voice low and throaty.
"Yeah," I confirmed.
"Could I read any?" she asked.
"Sure," I said, "I'll boot up my computer and print off one or two. What sort do you like?"
"She's into incest," chirped in Ann, "got nailed by her brother when she was young."
"Hey," shouted Trish, "I told you that in the strictest confidence."
"Don't worry about him," she said nodding at me, "he'll use your story like he has one or two of mine."
"Incest," I muttered, "got one or two here you should like."
I pressed the key and the printer started to buzz away. I handed over the sheets and then offered the girls a drink. After we had all sat down, Trish started to read while I and Ann chatted about her day at college.
"God this is disgusting," murmured Trish.
"Yeah, good aren't they?" agreed Ann. "Which one's did you give her?"
"The first one is 'Young Sisters'," I said.
"Oh yeah I remember," she giggled. "That's a good one, got me all wet when I read it."
While Trish continued to read I started on Ann for I could see she was responsive to my advances. I put my arm around her and we kissed, my hand becoming full with her plump breasts.
"Let's go into the bedroom," I whispered.
"Mmm, okay," she whispered back and together we got up and left Trish reading on the sofa.
She wasn't wearing much -- jumper, skirt, bra and knickers -- and then she was naked. She was already wet so I plunged right into her, bringing a sigh from her lips.
"Yeah, give it to me," she whispered.
This was an unexpected pleasure and I was determined to make the most of it. Slowly, I thrust into her bringing her higher and higher until she at last froze and, with a grunt, she came. A slight noise caught my attention and I glanced at the door and there was Trish staring at us, her hand moving between her legs.
"Come in and join us," I offered to the big eyed Trish.
"Yeah Trish, don't be shy," said Ann from under me.
"No," she whispered and fled back into the lounge.
"Never mind," giggled Ann, "you can just fuck me again."
It was over an hour before we emerged from the bedroom, but in between bouts I had gotten up and printed off a couple more stories for Trish to read.
"Hi Trish, you okay?" Ann asked.
"Yeah sure," she said with a smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you guys."
"That's okay," said Ann, "you should have joined us. Then Jax here could have written it all up in one of his stories."
"These stories are a bit rude," she said with a red face.
"Yeah, good aren't they?" Ann said. "Makes me all wet when I read them."
"But they're not true, are they?" she asked.
"Some are," I said, "but most are the fantasies that people have written in to me at my website."
"Oh," Trish said.
"What about you?" I asked. "With you and your brother?"
Her head dropped and she said nothing for awhile.
"One thing I've noticed about writing up my own true stories and fantasies is that once they are written they stop being so important. I would recommend that anyone who has... say a reoccurring nightmare, is to write it down and I can guarantee it will stop."
"Oh," Trish said, her head still down, "I don't think I could talk about it."
"That's okay," I soothed, "come over anytime you want."
"Anyway, time we were going," said Ann.
"Yeah, thanks for having me," said Trish.
"But he didn't have you, you silly cow," giggled Ann.
Then they were gone, leaving me to my peace and quiet.
It took two days before she had enough courage to come back.
"Hi Trish," I said, "come on in and have a cup of tea."
"Could I have something stronger," she said with a smile, "I think I might need it."
"Sure," I said and poured her a glass of white wine.
"Can I talk to you about my problem?" she asked, her head down and not looking at me.
"Sure," I said, "you can talk to me about anything you want."
"Well, it's about my brother and me," she whispered. "I don't know what to do about it."
"Okay, start from the beginning, OK?" I said.
She took a big gulp of her wine and looked up at me for the first time.
"It was all my fault," she said, her eyes moist. "I used to walk about the house half dressed, didn't think about what my brother was thinking. Then one night our parents were out somewhere and he came into my room. I was asleep and suddenly I felt this weight on me, pushing me down. I panicked, then I felt this pain between my legs."
Her tears were streaming down her face now. I stayed silent waiting for her to find her voice. She took another big drink and looked up at me.
"I couldn't tell anyone, I felt so ashamed," she said.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," I said.
"Yes I do," she said, tears still streaming down her face. "You see, I look forward to him coming now. Once or twice a week, whenever he can, he sneaks into my room and does it to me and I like it."
I topped up her drink and sat down beside her, putting my arm around her shoulders.
"Look Trish," I said trying to sound knowledgeable, "you are a young and healthy girl. Your body is designed to have and enjoy sex. Then along comes a guy who you love, so it's not so surprising that you enjoy it. Now, as far as it goes, there is nothing wrong with having sex with your brother just as long as nobody gets hurt, you don't get pregnant and nobody knows, as technically, it's an offence and against the law."
"Yes I see," she said wiping her tears on the back of her hand.
"It would be better all around if you found yourself a boyfriend and tell your brother to stop coming to your room," I said.
"Yes I know," she sniffled, "but I really like it when he comes."
"Of course you do," I said, "but it's just as nice with some other good-looking bloke."
"Do you think so?" she asked.
"I know so," I confirmed.
She was silent for some time just taking small sips of wine.
"Could you...?" she faltered. "I mean will you?"
"Sure," I said pulling her towards me.
Slowly, I removed each article of clothing until she was naked. She was beautiful -- slim with a bigger bust than I thought and superb long legs. I slipped into her wet pussy, savouring every inch. Her hips were impatient to start moving and she nearly threw me off. Soon we were banging into each other like it was a race to see who would come first. She beat me by two seconds. We lay there still connected but slowly my cock shrank until it plopped out of her.
"Was that okay?" I asked.
Mmm," she sighed, stretching her arms above her head.
"So next time Ann and I invite you into our bed, will you accept?" I said.
"Mmm," she agreed, "but it's a bit purvey like one of your stories."
"If it was like one of my stories," I chuckled, "I'll have a line of well hung guys waiting to take their turn between your legs."
"God don't," she said, grabbing me and pulling me back on top.
THE END
