2: Coming Out, Coming In

Dad wasn't as fast as he could have been. He put a carrier bag of bottles on the floor then kicked off any mud from his boots before stepping inside. I was able to turn away and get my pants on. I sat on the couch opposite Nic and sprawled nonchalantly. He closed the door and turned toward us. We were both naked from the waist-up. I looked at Nic. There was still some spunk under his chin. I absently brushed my neck and he got the message. He passed his hand over his throat as Dad took his coat off.

He glanced at us and smiled. "Stuffy in here! You know you can open the windows." He looked up at the skylight and unfastened it. It was July and it wasn't cold outside, so the van must have been warm. We hadn't noticed because we'd been the ones making it hot and steamy.

"Open the other one as well, Nick," he said, pointing at the yellowed plastic dome above the table area. I got up and did so. "Whew! It's boiling. You didn't put the heat on did you?" He looked around for appliances running. "Oh! The fridge! Of course - it runs on propane. Cool on the inside but it gives off a lot of heat. There should be a vent. Maybe it's obstructed?"

He went outside to look. While he was out Nic lifted up his shirt, gesturing with a questioning look. I shook my head. Dad had already seen us shirtless and not been fazed by it. We were just lads in a hot van - shirts were optional. We heard and felt Dad doing something with the side of the van.

When he came back in, he was shaking his head. "The vent cover was flattened on one side. I had to pry it out, but I wouldn't have thought it would make that much difference."

"It's gas-powered? How does that work?" I asked.

"I don't know. Something to do with heating ammonia, then using it to cool inside the fridge as it condenses again."

I knew nothing about how a fridge worked, so I accepted that as a perfectly good alternative reason for why we were sweaty and flushed... instead of the real one - that we'd just been engaging in hot, wild, gay sex. He put the bottles in the fridge.

"You didn't drink the cans," he noted.

"No. We were just talking."

"About girls, I suppose," he joked, taking out a can himself. He got a glass and asked me to make a space. I hopped over to the other couch and sat next to Nic.

"Oh, I didn't tell you: Sarah dumped me last night."

"Well, you were shitfaced," he said, "Pardon my French." He glanced at Nic and realised that the cliché excuse for bad language wouldn't work in this instance. "Uh... forget that."

I laughed. "Yeah, I was." My parents had been at the party, at least to start with, so he probably knew better than I did how it had all gone down, considering I was drunk inside thirty minutes. They paid for the venue and the drinks, so they chaperoned. "You probably saw. What happened?"

"I wasn't paying attention. I think you got in a shouting match with her and she left with that lad with the long, curly hair - who used to go out with your sister."

"I remember that much. He's an arsehole. They're made for each other. He had an argument with Alex once, over at our house, and punched the kitchen door."

"He's the one who did that?" Dad said, aghast. He shook his head. "Then he wasn't right for her in the first place - anyone with a temper shouldn't ever spend time with Alex. She could drive a saint into a fury!"

He had that right! My sister was only a few weeks older than me, which - in itself - was never easy to explain without admitting that I was adopted. My parents had lost a son to a stillbirth and had put in for an adoption. They had completed all the paperwork, but the first candidate had fallen through - his mam changed her mind. At the last minute, a newborn had been offered to them - me - even though my mum had already just given birth. There were more kids up for adoption in the sixties than there were parents to take them, so they pleaded on my behalf since I'd just been born to a single girl of nineteen - and was her second child. She couldn't possibly keep me. It was my parents or state care.

We were raised exactly as if we were twins even though we looked nothing alike: fraternal twins, in other words. I was big with light brown hair and hazel eyes. Alex was tiny with black hair and brown eyes, and we bore little resemblance, facially. The schools and teachers knew we were adopted - and so did we from a young age - but they put us in different classes so we wouldn't draw as many side-by-side comparisons. Of course, that never fooled anyone, but it did tend to reduce the number of people who thought to ask. Or, at least, I suppose it did. There was no way to know for sure.

We had separate social circles, and tried to stay apart at school because we weren't super-close as siblings. Sarah had been a friend of Alex's that she'd fixed me up with. I owed her that, and it had been decent while it lasted. Now all that was done. Alex was heading off to Durham for college: actually a very good university, and she didn't let me forget that I was heading off to 'Shitfield' Poly while she went to the third oldest University in England. Yeah, she'd done much better than I had in school.

"She's not the easiest girl to get along with," I said with a hefty dose of understatement.

He laughed and took a drink. "You should know. What about you, Nic? Girlfriend?"

Nic got up and looked in the fridge. "No. I broke up with my last girl a couple of months ago. Can I try one of these bottles?" He looked at the label. "'Old Speckled Hen'? What's this?"

"Good stuff. I tried it at the pub. Named for a car, I think," Dad replied. "Any plans then - for your next excursions into the fray?... Meaning relationships, of course."

I smirked and accepted a bottle from Nic. It was a big bottle, about the same size as a Broon Ale - by which, I mean Newcastle Brown Ale, though that stuff always made me fart terribly. "Actually, Nic and I were thinking of just giving up girls altogether and having a gay relationship instead."

Dad laughed. Nic turned bright red and his eyes went wide with horror. He turned to find a bottle opener and made a point of laughing as well. "I dunno," I said more seriously. "Where are you going to for college, Nic?"

He sat down after opening his bottle and passed me the opener. "Newcastle Uni," he answered, then took a slurp of the beer. "I don't feel like a long-distance thing, Nick, so don't take it personally if I pass on the offer."

"Well, you have a couple of months," Dad said, dragging the joke out a bit more. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunities in college to sow your wild oats."

We chatted a little longer, until the beers were done. Dad considered us heathens for drinking beer from the bottle, and lectured us at length about how it had to breathe, like wine. We didn't care about the respiration of beverages. The six-point-five percent ABV was all I needed from a drink, I told him. Phillistines we were - barbarians, indeed. We laughed at his jokes and faux-outrage until the ales had been transformed into empties. We took the carrier bag with the dead-ducks to the shower block when we went to have a late night shower before bed.

The night air was much cooler than the van. We just had our pyjama-bottoms on and trainers, with towels over our shoulders. It was eleven when we left for the showers and there were no more than about three or four other vans at the site. We tipped the bag out into the bin there and Nic had an idea.

"You want to go into the woods and get dirty before we have a shower?"

I had to admit, I'd been thinking something similar. "Yeah, OK. Lets leave the stuff in here and take a walk."

There was a long bench in the shower block, so we put our toothbrushes, toothpaste, towels and soap on there and went out again to find the path we'd walked along in the light. We detoured off the path to a grassy area by a big rock. To keep them clean, we put our pyjamas in the bag (turned inside-out so we wouldn't get beer-drips on them), with our shoes on top of it. Nic went and leaned against the rock. The moon was out, but not full. It was clear enough that we could see ourselves, pale in the moonlight.

I leaned up against him, letting my knob rub against his. I kissed him and held him about the waist. He put his arms around my neck and returned the kiss. We let our bodies caress one another's skin, exploring butts, backs, chests, and stomachs with our hands.

"Would you fuck me?" Nic asked softly.

"In the bum?" I said, stupidly.

"Well, I don't have a cunt, do I?" He said chuckling. "I've put things in my arse before. I think I can take it."

"Like what?" I said, with an indecent grin.

"Bananas - though they split..." I laughed at the idea of a banana-split in that context. He saw the funny side, too. "But also courgettes. My mam buys them and wonders why some go missing. It takes some spit, though." He nodded earnestly. "I can get you wet if... you'd like to get me wet as well."

I smiled. "So, you're saying you want me to eat your arsehole and then fuck you in it?"

He gulped and nodded. "If it's not too much to..."

"Fuck, yeah!" I said. I'd licked butt before. Sarah had been quite partial to it, but had never expressed an interest in letting me bumfuck her.

He turned around and I got on my knees. I parted his bum cheeks and then licked between them. He tasted sweaty and bitter, but I let the saliva flow as I dropped down lower to lick his anus. He had a small, tight butthole and I licked it, slipping my tongue in. He uttered little 'ooh's as I penetrated him with my tongue, getting him wet inside and all around. When he was dripping and I was hard as the rock he was leaning against, he turned and sucked me. I felt the drool running down my cock and dripping from my balls. When he turned back, I sidled up and held him by the buttocks, splaying them wide.

"You just push until it goes in. It'll hurt me initially, but I'm ready for that. Don't worry about me," he instructed.

I lined myself up and added a bit more spit with my hand, then placed my tip against his anus. I felt the weirdest thing. He started pushing out like he was going to shit. "Now!" He grunted.

I thrust into him and he let out a gasping, pained groan. "Keep on!" He managed to hiss. I pushed and felt a 'pop' as my cock slid in. There was a gripping sensation inside his anus, just as my tip penetrated him, but I pushed further. It passed and moved down my knob as I entered him. His innards were soft and warm - just like a girl's pussy. I began to shaft him.

He started pulling his own arse-cheeks apart, trying to get his anus comfortable - or something close to it. I applied more spit for him and he seemed to relax after a minute of struggling.

"Oh, my fucking God, it's in! You're fucking my arse!" He said. "Ohh, fuck me, Nick."

I did. I tried to get a rhythm going, but he felt so different than a pussy. He was extremely tight around the shaft of my cock, but there was little sensation on my bell-end. I tried going deeper and finally found something inside him to rub against. It was smooth and soft. I wondered if it was shit, but he said it was something inside called his prostate.

"It's good when you do it. Keep going."

I fucked him in the moonlight against a rock in the forest. It sounded very romantic, but we were more focused on what was happening in his bum. I pumped his arse and he pushed back against me. His expressions of discomfort gradually gave way to moans of pleasure. He told me over and over how good it was, and I started wondering if I should try it as well. He'd said he had practiced, though. I hadn't. If he was feeling as much pain as he had after already preparing for it, I doubted I'd have the same pleasant experience that he was finally having.

Eventually I remembered myself, and felt around him for his cock. I was the one having all the fun, so he deserved a wank, at least. I discovered, to my surprise, that he was already seeping fluid. His cock was wet.

"Are you cumming?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. The prostate produces stuff, so maybe it's kind of like pre-cum."

"You can cum from having it in your bum?"

"Yes!" He assured me. "Oh!" He started shaking and I suddenly felt him squeezing me. He started leaking juices onto my hand. He kept cumming, though. It wasn't like a normal cum, it seemed to go on, and on. Slowly, his orgasm subsided. He'd gone through a lot of muscle spasms - at least double what I usually felt. Maybe there was something to it, after all? I slowly let my cock slip out of him and he leaned against the rock.

"I'd heard that it happens. This kid told me he'd done it with his finger, so I tried, but couldn't get there. The vegetables almost did it, but they were rough. Yes... you just made me cum."

That was a stunning revelation! You could cum from anal sex? "Do girls cum that way, too?"

He laughed. "They don't have prostates." Duh! I knew that. I felt foolish. "Did you cum?"

"Uh... no. I wasn't thinking about it."

He turned and got on his knees to suck me. "Wait - are you sure you want to? That's been in your arse."

"So's your tongue. I owe you this."

He sucked me and moved his mouth on my knob. With his fingers, he caressed the underside of my scrotum and then went further back to stroke my ring. He paused for a moment to drool saliva on his finger, then resumed sucking and fingering my anus. I gasped as he slid his wet, slippery finger into my arsehole. I felt him wiggling around inside me, feeling for something, then it started feeling good as he probed and rhythmically pressed on an unknown part within. I didn't understand what I was feeling, but it was relaxing and pleasant. I felt tender all over and his sucking felt even better than before. I could feel his tongue under my penis. He had more room to move, this time, so his strokes on my shaft were longer and more intense.

I stood there, amazed at the range of sensations. There was the strange, unfamiliar, but intensely pleasurable one inside my arsehole and also the wet, delightful one on my cock. The fact we were naked in a glade, with nature and the night all around us - with only the moon as our witness - felt otherworldly and surreal. I couldn't talk, only breathe and gasp as my jaw hung loose. I stroked his hair and caressed his shoulders as the combined sensations built to an undeniable need to cum.

I didn't feel like I had to warn him. He wasn't going to jump away like Sarah. I just let him do his thing. As my breathing quickened, so did his movements. "You suck cock so well," I whispered. He hummed a 'thank you' and - at that - I came in his mouth. He moaned as I squirted into him, but I didn't get to see it this time. I didn't consider that a loss. I just let him slow at his own pace as my wonderful, involuntary spasms slowed as they stretched out to several seconds apart and then repeated no more. He finished me with a kiss and a lick on my knob, removing his finger from my arse, then stood up.

He held my cheeks and kissed me. I tasted the cum in his mouth and played with it on my tongue. We shared the spunk in his mouth. My cum tasted every bit as good as his had. When there was nothing left bit spit to swap, we picked up our things, put them on and went for a shower... in a shared stall.

We soaped and rinsed each other until we were squeaky-clean. When we left the curtained stall to dry off, we didn't care that we were standing naked together. It was no more unusual than the locker rooms at school - though we'd been to different schools. Of course, at school we hadn't kissed naked boys as we got dry.

The rest of the night was calmer, and the next day we packed, hitched the van and drove back. Dad dropped us at the house before heading off to putter around in the van at the storage compound up in Delaval. He always had his after-camp routine of maintenance and preparation for the next outing. He'd be gone a couple of hours.

I thought of inviting Nic in, but he said he wanted to get home and then check on some things. Before he left, we agreed to go out the following night - in Newcastle. I'd not been out on the town, in the town itself - except to this rock dive that Alex liked, and that was pretty horrendous. An actual, flashy nightclub? The prospect was quite thrilling.

"Don't the Metros stop at like ten-thirty?"

"We can walk. I'm not living at home when I go to college. My parents got me a flat in Jesmond. It's been unfurnished up till now, but they were supposed to deliver some things yesterday. I'm kind of eager to get up there and check it out." He grinned as he told me. I'd forgotten that his family had money. A shag-base was a real bonus. "That way, if we get some girls, we'll have somewhere to fuck them."

"You want to pick up girls? I thought...?"

"I didn't say I didn't like girls. You're good-looking, but you're not pretty. You like girls, right?" I nodded emphatically. "See? There's a term for it: we're not gay, we're 'bisexual'." He laughed. "But if we get some guys, that's also good. We're flexible."

I had to remember that. I let him go, resisting the urge to give him a kiss because neighbours might be watching, or - worse still - my mam. He winked at me as he left.

I went in the house and looked around. Mam was out. I knew because her purse was not in its 'purse-goes-here' location (Mam was obsessively tidy and organised). I also saw that the dogs were out in the utility room, which usually only happened when she was out, so it was a pretty safe bet she wasn't home. I felt like a normal shower, so I headed upstairs to unpack and change.

No sooner had I made it to my room than Alex strode in. "What the hell did you do? Sarah was calling me all fucking day, yesterday!" The fact she was shouting the F-word with abandon assured me that Mam was elsewhere.

I was standing in my underpants in the middle of taking off my jeans so they could go in the wash. I pulled them the rest of the way off, hoping that she'd leave me alone. She didn't budge. I dropped the jeans and turned to face her. "We had an argument at my birthday do. You were there weren't you?"

I watched her eyes. She didn't glance down. "Yes, until I came home with Mam in the taxi. Dad stayed, but we didn't. Last I saw, you were coming out of the toilets with puke on your shirt," she laughed cynically. "Really stylish! I think that was about nine-thirty." She rolled her eyes.

I shook my head, not recalling it. "Er... Sarah left with that boy you used to go out with - the one with the big, curly hair - after spending an hour talking and snogging with him."

"Stephen?" She said, with a querulous look.

That was the twat's name! "Yes, him! She dumped me and spent the night sucking his face off. Then there was a screaming match... which I might have started - I dunno - but she went off with him after that. Bloody good riddance!"

"She tells it differently. She says you dumped her - saying you were going to college and that meant you'd never last together, so it was best to end it amicably - though you couldn't actually say the word 'amicably' by that point." She placed her hands on her hips in her usual confrontational stance. She would have looked a lot sexier if she'd tried a contrapposto (about the only thing I'd learned in a year of 'A'-Level Art), but she didn't look bad no matter how she stood.

I shrugged. I didn't remember any details of the argument - only snippets. I was getting tired of the conversation, no matter the fact that she was in my room and I had my pants off. I'd always kind of 'appreciated' her looks, but - sadly - there was nothing to be done there... since we were siblings. I turned, took my shirt off and dropped it with the jeans.

I turned back to her. "I'd already had that conversation with her last week. If I said all that, it was just a reiteration. Nothing new! If she's still whining about it, she needs to go get a fucking life."

She stared at me, sneering. "Are you just going to keep taking clothes off in the hope that I'll leave the room, because... you don't have much left to remove." She shook her head. "Well - she says you're an arsehole one minute, then is begging me to let her know when you get back the next because she wants to make up. What the hell do I say? Are you two still together or not? I don't like this piggy-in-the-middle shit!"

She was flustered. Alex was a very annoying person at times, but it was mostly because she was smart and didn't suffer fools gladly. Admittedly, I liked my sister, even though she had the most acerbic, grating personality that drove you up the wall. She put everyone down as a matter of course. If you couldn't keep up with her, you were an idiot and deserved her sarcasm and all the casually-insulting, snide remarks she could winkle into the conversation. 'Arrogant' was the best word for her. Nevertheless, I tolerated her and even found her witty - when her scathing tongue wasn't aimed at me.

"No. I've moved on," I said, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my underpants. "You want me to keep going?"

She turned and closed the door... with her on the inside, then sat on the bed and pointed at the space next to her. "Sit!" She ordered. I obeyed.

"What do you mean 'moved on'? How can you move on when there's nothing to move on to? You're just a useless prat who thinks he can dump his girlfriend of almost two years just because he expects to get swamped with hot girls the second he arrives amid the slag-heaps of the South Yorkshire coalfields! It's not happening! They'll take one look at your weedy little frame and run a mile - after throwing up! Unless it's slag you're looking for."

"That's all you've got? Personal insults? My 'weedy little frame' works perfectly well, and has never made anyone vomit."

"I'm pretty close right now!" She said, curling her lip.

"Like hell, you are!" I laughed. "I bet there'll be a wet patch on the bed when you stand up."

"You're repulsive!" She snarled and stood up. We both looked at the bed, but she tried to make it seem like she was looking elsewhere. I smirked at her.

I lounged back. It was my bed, after all.

"Why are you so cocky?" She asked. I thought it was an interesting choice of words. Perhaps she had been stealing glances after all?

"Look, Sarah's nice. I like Sarah, but she's never really lit my fuse, as it were. Anyway, I have alternatives."

She sat back down, suddenly interested. "Have you been fucking around behind her back?" She asked, hoping - perhaps - for a little secret drama reveal?

"Nope," I said. "She went off with Stephen, so I'm free to shop around. It's not cheating if we're over."

She narrowed her eyes and started nodding. "So, you did get some, didn't you? Who was it? A girl at the campsite you were just at, or someone from the party?" She shook her head. "No... you'd have been too smashed to get it up."

"Know all about brewers' droop do you? Stephen have that problem?"

She shook her head. "No, never," she admitted with a sly smile. "As I'm sure Sarah could tell you." She squinted. "Unless he did, and now she wants to hop back onto the mainline train? That might explain it."

Well, there went the notion of my innocent sister being a virgin - unless she was lying. She was probably lying, just to needle me. I liked her typification of me as the 'mainline train'. That was almost grudgingly complimentary.

"Doesn't matter to me," I said, coolly. "She can do whoever she wants, whenever she wants it."

Alex got back up and sighed. "All right. You can call her, though. I'm not your go-between. Just make sure she's clear on everything." She went to the door and put her hand on it. Oh! Now she was using the asymmetrical stance that sculptors and painters adored: with her weight on her left foot and her left shoulder lowered in a sexy pose. I noted her shapely bottom in those tight jeans she wore. "Seriously - who was it?"

Ah! The walk-out routine was just a feint. She was offering to leave, but the price of her remaining was some titillating dirt. She was gauging if I wanted her to go, or if I preferred her to stay.

I kind of wanted her to stay. I winked at her. "You know... them." I was reluctant to let it all slip, but I decided that my desire to brag outweighed any risks involved with telling her that I'd had sex with another boy. She was many things, but she wasn't a gossip. I'd told her stuff in the past and it had never got out. Annoying, she might have been, but she was also trustworthy. Besides... I really wanted to tell someone.

"'Them'?" She asked loudly, noticing my pause. "Not 'her'? Did you..." She paused and lowered her voice, even though nobody else was home. "You didn't have sex with a bloke, did you?"

I smiled, licked my lower lip, then nodded. "I'm branching out," I said. "It was incredible! I love girls, but... I've expanded my range of options."

"Who? I know him?" She asked, craning forwards, attentively. She hadn't seen Nic before he left. I decided to keep her guessing. "At the party? Or was it afterwards? I thought you were drunk, though."

"Don't have to be sober to suck a dick."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, that's true. So you...?" She made a hand-wank motion to her mouth while poking her cheek with her tongue: the universal gesture for 'blowjob'.

I nodded.

She gasped a deep breath and locked the door, then stepped back from it. She walked back over to the bed and thought for a second before lying down on it next to me. That... was not typical for her. She laid on her side, facing me. I rolled to face her and propped my head up on a hand as she was doing.

"You're serious? You sucked a guy off?" She blinked a few times while I just smiled. I tasted my lips, recalling the memory of Nic's knob. "Did he cum in your mouth?"

"Yes - to both questions. And I swallowed it. It was good: spicy, smooth, just gooey enough to feel, and that flavour... totally unique. I don't know why girls are so shy about it."

"I was never shy," she said, defensively. "I just... didn't do it. I wasn't 'shy' though. I just said there's no fucking way you're spouting that goo in my mouth and left it at that." She shrugged. "Not shy at all." She tried to keep a straight face, but let a laugh slip. "OK, then... who was it? I've got to know. Stop being suck a fucking tease!"

"Nic, down the road."

She blinked at me. "Oh. I guess I should have seen that coming - pun intended. Yeah, he's gay. You know Charlotte, with the scary-long hair and hygiene issues?" I nodded - one of Alex's friends, but I hadn't noted anything about her being smelly or dirty. I thought she was quite pretty, actually. "She went out with him for a couple of months, I think. Anyway, he broke up with her and told her he wanted a friend of his - another boy. That turned her right off him on the spot. I thought he was kidding, but I saw him in the village one time after that and asked him..."

Charlotte had been the girl he just dumped recently! Aha! Things were coming together.

"You had a crush on him once, didn't you?" I asked, interrupting her.

"Yeah, like when I was thirteen or something. Lost interest in him long ago. Anyway, he said what Charlotte had told me was true." She thought about Nic. "I've not seen him in a while. Is he... cute now? Do you fancy him?"

"No, I don't fancy him. He's a friend. We both still like girls, but we just have sex together when we want it. We're bisexual."

"Biisexual?" She looked doubtful. "Isn't that a contradiction? Don't people just like one or the other?"

"It's not an off-on proposition. I like both," I told her.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Wait! You just dumped Sarah because you're having sex with a boy. How does that mean you like both? If you did, wouldn't you still be doing Sarah and Nic at the same time?"

"Actually, that sounds kinda hot - both at the same time. Maybe I should call her?"

She swatted me on the shoulder. It stung, because I didn't have a shirt on. "That's NOT what I meant, you sicko, twisted, piece-of-shit pervert! A threeway orgy? Fuck no! I meant... concurrently, not simultaneously."

"I'm not sure there's a difference, sis. Yeah, well, that would be cheating. If I'm going to shag someone, then I don't need to be duplicitous about it. Both together would be lovely, but one at a time is good enough. They'd both have to know about each other, though."

"So it's better to dump her and then cheat, than cheat and still go out with her?" She seemed not to be taking my side in this. She stood up - she liked dramatic changes of position, it seemed. "I don't believe you actually find girls pretty any more. You're gay, and that's it! You're just making this shit up to kid yourself that you're not a puff. 'Oh, I still like girls, I just fuck boys all the time'... That's gay. There's no such thing as a best-of-both-worlds 'bisexual' excuse. What a load of bollocks! Just admit it."

"I think you're hot," I told her.

She had on a sleeveless, cutoff band tee-shirt that showed a strip of skin at her midriff above her tight, sexy jeans. It was a Black Sabbath shirt. She liked them, but apparently not enough to let the band's name remain on her shirt - it was cut off just below the face of the guy in the sci-fi pilot's helmet... about three inches below her red satin bra. Obviously, I could glimpse it peeping out as she moved around.

She pointed at my groin. "That... says otherwise." Oh, good. She was looking at my dick at last. Yes, it was relaxed and quiescent. It didn't have to be hard to show I was enjoying what I was seeing.

She reached behind her back and did something I couldn't see, then I saw her bra straps hang down. She took off the shoulder straps on either side, stretching her shirt a little to do so, then pulled her bra out from under her shirt. She dropped it on the floor. "There! I just took my bra off... and you're still nowhere near interested. Face it! Your dick doesn't work for girls any more."

"I was enjoying your bra. Taking it off just makes it less apparent where your tits start," I said. I smirked at her. I was liking this 'proof' method.

She scowled at me. She undid her belt and unfastened her jeans, then worked them down over her hips. As she did so, she ended up pulling down her red, satiny underwear with them. She noticed and pulled the front of them up - but not before I caught a glimpse of her abdomen. I raised my eyebrows. Her panties had gone down far enough that I should have been seeing her pubes but, of pubic hairs... there was no sign. She tugged the panties up and I saw the thin, string-sides. That got me a little hot. I smiled as she worked her jeans down to her knees then took them the rest of the way off.

"That's sexy," I told her. "One of the things that always turns me off - especially when performing oral sex on a girl - is pubic hairs." She grimaced and feigned a gag. "I don't like the way they get in my throat. I don't get that with a knob. The pubes are all well out of the way." As I talked, she became more receptive. "But... it looked for a second there like you've taken care of that problem. Have you?"

She smiled in a way I'd not actually seen her smile in a long time. It wasn't her usual sardonic sneer or a condescending, saccharin grin... she actually smiled at me as if I was her friend rather than a rival. Then her smile became even more disconcerting. It went from friendly to alluring, by way of a saucy pout.

"I'm very glad you noticed," she said. "You are, in fact, the ONLY one who's noticed - mainly because at my birthday party, three weeks ago, not ONE stupid guy came on to me and got my knickers off... which, I might add, I was perfectly willing to relinquish. I even wore a skirt - which I never do - just so someone could take me in the bogs and shag my brains out. But... nothing!"

She stepped over and plumped her bum on the bed beside me again. I noticed the satin back of her panties as she sat - the way it crept into her bumcrack, allowing the edges to cross over her buttocks on each side. She had a delightful bum - rounded and shapely, but tapered in at the sides to give her a pear-shape that promised a juicy, delicious mouthful.

"And I am not too proud to say," she continued, "That it was torment getting a bikini wax. I hated it! You can not believe how furious I was that not one knob even pointed at me, after all the pain I went through to make sure that they'd have a smooth, fuzz-free welcome." She rolled her eyes. "I didn't even know that I had pubic hairs in some of the areas they waxed, but when they ripped them out... I was undeniably aware that they'd existed."

"You waxed for the party and nobody knew!" I shook my head. "That's... tragic! But... why are you telling me, sister-dear?"

"Because you just confirmed you broke up with Sarah." She laid back with a thud, allowing her shirt to ride up. I caught a glimpse of the undersides of her breasts. "For the last two years, I've watched you idiots fawning over each other like simpletons. I swear, your IQs drop twenty points when you're around each other, which doesn't do Sarah any favours because I'm not even sure she was in triple-digits to begin with."

"Meow! Catty!"

She flounced, horizontally. "Why do men say that? Girls are 'bitchy' or 'catty', like we're animals. Can't we just be arseholes like guys?"

"Well... 'catty' is probably referring..."

"... To the fact I have a pussy. Yes! I get that. Duh! I wasn't born yesterday." She turned her head to me. "What do you care that I've got a pussy, anyway. You're gay apparently." She sighed. "Two years!" She reiterated. "That's how long I've had to watch you with that babbling gnome, just because you were getting some attention - and don't even tell me it was all about the sex, because I'm lying down and I'll choke on my own vomit if I have to think about you porking that flabby nitwit."

"Why does that bother you?" I asked.

"God! You're so stupid!" She snarled with evident frustration. "I'm lying here on a bed with you. My tits are hanging out. I just told you I had a bikini wax. I'm wearing sexy, tiny panties... and you're still just thinking about the last cock you sucked, aren't you?"

"No!" I really wasn't. I was thinking about her tummy and abdomen and her just-peeking boobs.

"Prove it!" She said.

I leaned over and kissed her. My sister! OK, not really, but... effectively... for all intents and purposes. She'd been just my sister to me all my life. Admittedly, I'd liked her, and - lately - found her attractive, especially since she'd finally decided to grow some boobs, though that had taken her a while. She'd just been a kid my whole life, and then - in the last year or so - had started becoming a hot girl. She had a way to go still. Sarah had been a thirty-four B-cup, and Alex would have rattled around in one of her bras. Well... not 'rattled'. Maybe not even 'jiggled'. Alex's tiny bra didn't exactly provide a lot of support, just... warmth, I assumed. Still, she was very cute, shapely, and quite out of my range.

But now I was kissing her.

And she was kissing me back! Her lips were soft, but intensely animated. She wasn't just kissing like a sister kisses her brother - a little peck - she was snogging. When I felt her tongue I reciprocated and touched hers with mine. She drew in a sharp breath when our tongues touched. That was the moment she knew that I knew what she wanted. I was dense! She'd even told me that she'd been waiting for me to break up with Sarah. The minute I'd said it, she wasn't just delivering a message, she had her own agenda.

But of course! She hadn't been playing message-girl to appease her friend. She wanted to know if it was true, and I was available. If I'd only known that she wanted me, I might have ditched Sarah sooner, but that was a moot point. This was now, and it was real.

I snogged her and put my hand on her tummy. I slid it up, under her shirt and found her gorgeous breasts. She had small, shapely, soft, conical boobs with puffy, tender nipples. Oh, but she was sly, too. As I fondled her tit with one hand, I felt her hand slide into my underpants. I felt her smile as we kissed.

"Ooh, you are interested, aren't you?" She said as she stroked her fingertips down my knob. "Maybe there's something to this 'bisexual' thing after all. It'd be nice if there was, because I..." She let it trail off without finishing her thought.

"Oh?" I said, between kisses. "What's this? You, er, intrigued by the idea of bisexuality?"

She stroked my pubic patch, playing with the short-trimmed hairs. She took one between her fingernail and thumb and tugged it out. I winced. It rather hurt! "Now imagine that times about fifty, and do it again and again until your bikini line, balls, arsehole, and groin are all completely red and stinging like you just hosted a swarm of angry bees in your underpants... and you'll know what I went through, but what you may not appreciate is WHO I went through it for. Don't even question my sexuality, boy!"

I hadn't even thought that she was considering it herself, but her vehement rejection of the concept - which hadn't actually included anything about only wanting boys - made me believe that perhaps her denial was more like an admission. I had actually been thinking that she might have been aroused by the idea of me and Nic together.

"Honestly, I was thinking of offering you a sandwich," I said.

She furrowed her brow. "What?"

"You know... with you as the meat and me and Nic as the bread," I said with a lopsided grin.

Her quizzical expression softened and she smiled all the way to her eyes. "Ohh, I see. Sorry. I thought you were suggesting that I wanted to eat at the 'Y'. No - I'm not going there. Like I said - some girls have hygiene issues."

That flipped a memory-switch in my brain. "You've tried it, haven't you? With Charlotte, right? That's what you meant when you said she had problems with hygiene. I've been around her - she's not nasty or smelly... unless you were smelling a part of her I never got anywhere close to."

She grinned wickedly. "I bet you wanted to get near her, didn't you! Pale skin like a porcelain doll; big titties; skinny waist; long, wavy, blonde hair down to her pert bum-cheeks; wispy blonde pubes above her endearing pink vulva, with those tiny little inner labia you can tickle with your tongue on your way to her plump, engorged clitoris that's only just covered by that minuscule hood... Oh, yeah! I bet you were dying to get between her legs and hear her whimper your name in that fake, high voice she uses when she wants to sound so-o-o cute."

As she said it, she took my knob out of my underwear and started wanking me. I liked her description. I nodded. "I could do that!" I said.

"Well... it's not worth it. She needs to learn about washing first. I 'bout threw up when I ate her out. Didn't stop me from doing the job right, though. Only girl I ever made cum, and she didn't even manage to do it for me. We sixty-nined at her house when her parents weren't there, but she was so nervous that she just didn't get her tongue in."

I was stunned by the revelation. She HAD tried sex with a girl - with Charlotte, in fact. I was a hundred-percent right. She wasn't giving me a hard time about being bisexual because she disbelieved me - she'd just wanted me to defend the position, because she needed reassurance. Alex was also bi!

I moved my hand down her body to her panties and put my hand on them, feeling her smooth pussy through the sheer satin. She smiled and opened her legs.

"You have no idea how long I've longed for you to put your hand there," she said softly. "Charlotte was the first person ever to do it. She's not bi, gay or straight, she'll take anyone with a pulse. It's actually kind of sad that she usually gets overlooked. You could fuck her in a heartbeat."

"What about you?" I asked. Sure, I'd happily do Charlotte, but Alex was just as cute and she was with me right then and there.

"Two heartbeats. I want you to eat me first." She chuckled. "You remember how a girl's body works, don't you? Or has sucking dick erased that from your mind?" I liked a girl who told me what she wanted!

I put my head down and lifted her shirt with my nose. Her delightful nipples awoke with the touch of cool air. I placed my lips on her right nipple and kissed it. I then wrapped her nipple in my lips and sucked it into my mouth, tickling the end of it with my tongue and nibbling her gently with my teeth. She gave a coo of joy before I started sucking more aggressively and nibbling a little harder as I gauged her tolerance for it.

"Oh, that's right. Just like that!" She told me. Good - that was the kind of biofeedback I needed. I pleasured her that way for a minute then swapped to her other nipple. As I suckled on her, I made circles with my fingertips on the apex of her pubic mound, above her clitoris. She uttered little squeaks of enjoyment, then, as I slid my hand inside her panties to feel the silky softness within, she sighed. "You've not forgotten, at all," she said, and wanked me a little faster as a reward for being a good boy.

I kissed down her tummy, glancing back at her to see her reaction. She was smiling very prettily. I had to take a detour to kiss her. I loved my sister in the normal brotherly way, but I liked these kinds of feelings for her much better. After years of coldness and terse remarks, it was lovely to see her wear an expression that was something other than impatience. Was I finally on her good side, at last? It would be a major achievement.

I went back to her tummy and dwelt on her bellybutton, licking inside the hollow of it, where she was smooth and uncrinkled. She had a little lip at the top - just thin skin - that I hooked my tongue under. After giving it a little lick, I said, "You could do a tummy ring right here." I licked again.

"You know, I've thought about that. Not sure what Mam would say."

"You're eighteen. Do what you want," I reminded her. "I think it'd look really hot."

"You'd like it?" She asked hopefully. That was different - seeking my approval for something.

"So hot!" I reiterated, nodding. I moved my hand from her panties and kissed her abdomen down to where the red satin started. It was too awkward for her to keep her hand on me so she let me leave with a little bye-bye tap on my willy. She was so sweet when she wanted to be.

I moved down to the floor and got between her legs, stroking her thighs to open them. I could see the shape of her under her thin, seamless knickers. I admired the way her panties clung to her all the way down over her succulent labia, hinting at the small inner lips between them, and vanishing into the cleft between her bum-cheeks to complete the lovely wedgie I'd appreciated earlier.

She pulled her shirt up, over her head to afford me a view of the twin bumps of her breasts, like small, pointy hillocks with pink, erect cairns of soft flesh to crown them. She played with her nipples as I watched, smiling at me with her tongue on her lower lip in anticipation. I noticed that it was a thing we both did - maybe we were more brother-and-sister than I thought. The idea actually turned me on more.

I placed my mouth on her mound and kissed her. She pouted at me. I licked at her through her lingerie, feeling the rise of her mound and detecting where her clitoral hood was, nestled between the plumpness either side of it. I yearned to feel the touch of her beneath my tongue without her underwear.

Taking the thin strands of rolled fabric at her hips, I drew down along her thighs. Gradually, I saw the heavenly beauty of her mound as it revealed itself to me from behind its red, satin veil.

"Oh! My! God! Alex... that is the loveliest pussy I have ever seen!" I told her as I beheld her magnificence. She put her legs together slightly to let me remove her panties entirely, then opened wide once I had them off. The gorgeous, hairless, moist vulva that resided at the apex of her graceful, sweeping thighs had me captivated with its enchanting perfection.

"You've only seen Sarah's," she said with a chuckle. "Unless you've been wanking off to naughty mags." Thanks, sis! Way to kill the mood!

"I have, but yours is even better. Try to accept a compliment once in a while," I chided her, though not seriously.

"I would if I believ... O-o-o-ohh! That's so good!" She said as I interrupted her mealy-mouthing with a long, deep lick.

I repeated the lick then tongued and sucked on her outer lips in turn. I dived between them to suck her little inner ones into my mouth together, licking them and then putting my tongue between them to brush them aside gently as I probed to find the opening of her vagina. She moaned and grasped her nipples hard as I licked into her, plunging my tongue into her vagina and swirling it around. I felt the crinkly textures inside her and searched upward in the hope of encountering a possible G-spot. Sarah's had been out of reach to my tongue - I had to assume - but different girls had different anatomy. I listened and watched as best I could for her reactions. I dug into her with my tongue and licked the upper face of her vagina. She tossed her head back and felt her buttocks tense up. Had I found it? Was it that close to the opening?

I pressed into her hard with the tip of my tongue and saw her chest rise and fall. It was definitely having an effect, and I hadn't even touched her clit, yet. I saw her roll her head from side-to-side as I tongued her sensitive inner tissues. She groaned and then whimpered as I changed movements.

"I dunno what you're doing, but... just do more of it!" She gasped, panting.

OK. That was a good place to lick. I stayed there for a few minutes until she seemed to get used to it and the time was ripe for a change. I licked farther afield, widening my circle of attention to include her lips again, then I sank down to the lower rim of her vulva and licked her perineum.

She giggled at that. "That's tickly," she said. I went down lower and lifted her legs. "What are you doing? Are you going to...?" She didn't finish. It was as if even asking it would be too much to hope for.

I licked down to her anus, circling the lovely, pink ring with my tongue. She sighed and relaxed as I proceeded to eat her arsehole. I licked it with wide, flat strokes. I encircled it with the tip of my tongue, and then I probed it - pushing my tongue into her.

"Oooh! You're so dirty! I love that! Eat my ass!"

I thought the Americanism was very cute. 'Ass'? She watched a lot of movies it seemed. I did as she asked, now that she knew she could ask anything of me. I licked inside her, thrusting into her with my tongue.

"You're tongue-fucking me in the butt. Shit! That's so fucking filthy, it's amazing." She laughed to herself. "Never would have thought I could say that - 'My brother tongue-fucked my ass yesterday'. Fuck! Charlotte would orgasm on the spot if I said that to her."

I withdrew and licked her a few more times before saying, "Alex, I wish you could say that every day! If you want, I will happily lick your 'ass' any time you want me to. Bums are my favourite thing, and yours is beautiful!"

I moved up and finally arrived at her clit, licking my way up there as I went. Her bum had been perfectly clean and spotless, and I hadn't even tasted anything other than the slightly salty residue of sweat she had all over her body. Now I wanted to taste her clitoris. I put my mouth on her mound, appreciating the pubeless smoothness of her and ate her out vigorously. She let out a yelp of delight as I feasted on something I'd only ever fantasised about.

Her cunt was so soft and lovely, and her clit swelled ever-so-slightly with my lingual ministrations. I licked her up-and-down, side-to-side, around in tightening circles, and then applied a trick I'd read about in one of the girly-mags: I spelled out letters of the alphabet on her clit... A, B, C, a backwards C, D, E, and so on. The variation in pressure, speed and scope kept things interesting and sometimes I did repetitions just to get a rhythm going. She was gasping and writhing as I ate her.

I brought a hand up and slid a couple of fingers into her vagina. I fucked her a little, then sought the magical spot I'd possibly found earlier. She moaned as I started to finger her G-spot, confirming for me that there really was something there. When she was well underway to an orgasm, I called on my reserves.

I always kept my nails short, and my left hand had a perfectly-positioned thumb. I penetrated her butthole and, finding it wet and yielding to my touch, went into her to the second knuckle. She groaned loudly as I filled her with digits.

"Oh shit! It's so much! It's almost too much... but don't stop. This is great!" She panted and I saw the muscles in her tummy tensing and relaxing. She really was incredibly sexy! "You are so fucking hot, Nick!"

We kept it up for a few more minutes. I finger-fucked her, ate her clit, and thumbed her anus. She gripped the sheets on my bed with white knuckles as she approached her climax. Her hips rose, then suddenly fell in a spasm of joy. She bucked beneath me but I kept my mouth planted. I felt her vagina and anus contract is waves of orgasmic pressure as she came. Reflexively, I counted the spasms. They came fast and hard to begin with, softening and resuming with each extra little move I made. She passed twelve before she relaxed, after which there was a last little thirteen to finish the set. She pushed and I took my thumb slowly out of her bottom. She gave a sigh as it came out.

I took my fingers out of her and gave her a last kiss on the clitoris. I got up between her legs and pulled my undies the rest of the way down. She scooted back on the bed to allow me space for my knees, but kept her legs invitingly wide.

"Do you want to fuck me now? Put your big, hard cock in your sister's aching little pussy and fuck her brains out, like the bad brother you always wanted to be? Will you, please? Will you make me your dirty little fuck-slut? I'm always yours - you know that - I'll never stop being your sis, and that means I'll always want your cock in me. So... please fuck me hard."

Put that way... how could I refuse? I laid down on her and kissed her. My knob slipped easily into her vagina and she let out her breath across my face as we snogged. I got my hands under her and felt her butt. It was plump and squishable in my hands.

We fucked and writhed together. She had her calves on my butt and her nails in my back. Her kisses were frantic and passionate as I thumped into her. Her little titties wobbled against my chest, tickling my nipples with hers. I smiled a lot as I kissed her, and she was happy, too.

I had a good ryhthm going and we shagged like... people who'd waited eighteen years to fuck and finally had the nerve and the opportunity to do so. Her neck and chest were flushed and dewy with a sheen of sweat. She gazed into my eyes, her pupils wide as we copulated. Her lips quivered when they weren't kissing and an urgency crossed her face after about ten minutes of good, solid, hard fucking.

"I think I'm going to cum again!" She said, almost worriedly. "If that happens, this'll be the best sex I've ever had." She smiled and laughed. "It already is the best, but... it'll be even best-er. Like... fucking legendary!"

I loved the idea of legendary sex! That was worth holding on for. I could have gone any time, but I wanted to keep the feeling going. Suddenly, she opened her eyes really wide and started gasping in short, sharp pants. Her mouth went round and she blinked. When I felt the first quivers in her hips and the bucking started, I let it go. I came in my sister's pussy. My spunk must have shot out with such vigour that she uttered a cry: "I feel it! I feel you cumming in me! Oh, thank you! I've been dying to feel you cum in my cunt!"

We shared the sensation of pelvic spasms together, with our lips locked and out tongues thrusting into each other's mouths, trying to snare the last few iotas of joy from one another. As we relaxed, our kisses became less intense, but remained passionate.

Her breath, and mine, slowed and became deeper. We exchanged air through our mouths, probably getting a little buzz from oxygen deprivation or carbon-dioxide narcosis, or something horribly dangerous like those... but we didn't care, because it felt really fucking good.

We laid together, sweaty and slippery-chested. I kissed her neck and she stroked my back, soothing the nail-imprints.

"Ooh, Nick. I'm sorry I scratched you. You were so lovely and gentle, and I was a rough meanie. I'll not do that again." She kissed me several times.

"Yes, you will because you liked it and I liked it, too, so - please... scratch, dig your nails in, bite me, do everything you want. I just want you to enjoy it. You're my one-and-only sister and I want to be the best you ever have, because you deserve it."

She held me tight and whispered - wordlessly mouthing little things that I wasn't intended to hear, but the way she squeezed me communicated what I thought they meant... what I hoped she was saying. She kissed me again, so tenderly and softly that I thought I could just stay in her arms forever.

We rolled onto our sides and her expression changed from doe-eyed affection to one of lustful scheming. "So, you like a bit of ouchy in sex?" She asked, smiling at me. I smiled back and pursed my lips, nodding. I could go for that. "If you do," she went on, "Then maybe we could try that sometime. You think-ee kinky?"

"Yeah... I'd like that," I told her, grinning widely. I adopted a more solemn demeanour. "But, I want you to know one very important thing about me, Alex, when it comes to sex..." Her face became more serious as she waited to hear what I had to say. "I will do... ANYTHING you want. You just have to have the guts to ask me."

"Oh, goody." She grinned, then took a thoughtful breath and cleared her throat. "So... what were you saying about... a 'sandwich'?"