by Mary Jaine
She seemed to sense my scrutiny, after just a moment her eyes flickered open, and she smiled sleepily at me.
"Hello baby!" she murmured, her hand sliding up my chest to cup my chin and brush my lips with her fingertips. I responded by sliding back down into the bed and hugging her to me, feeling her warmth as she draped her leg over my hip and rubbed her foot up and down my leg.
"Mmm, this feels nice!" she smiled, "You're so nice and warm, Bobby, I could lie here like this all day! Come closer baby, warm me up some more!"
She turned and spooned against me, while my arm went around her to cup her soft, firm stomach, holding her gently as she snuggled back against me. It felt so wonderful to lie there like that, no pressure, no need to do anything except enjoy the comforting warmth and drift slowly into a light, relaxed, almost trance state, truly at peace for perhaps the first time in my life.
Shari's breathing slowed and deepened, telling me she was asleep again, and I smiled happily as I reflected on how much she'd turned my life around, in just a few days yanking me back from that edge I had been looking over and waiting for the right time to jump, and transforming me from a bitter, uncaring loner to someone who was, at last, more concerned about other people than himself. She'd saved me from myself, a cliché, I know, but true all the same.
I must have finally fallen asleep again, only waking up when my erection finally prodded me awake, the urge to wake Shari and explore some more fighting with the need to relieve a bladder that felt swollen beyond belief; the call of nature won, and I slid carefully out of bed and into the small bathroom in the main bedroom via the connecting door.
When I returned, Shari was awake, her eyes still blurred with sleep, but her smile sweet and welcoming.
"Come back to bed, Bobby, you're lovely and warm, much better than a hot-water bottle, and I don't want to get up just yet!" she grinned, and I smiled back, sliding in next to her. As I did, her arms wrapped around me, warm and inviting, warming me up from my brief exposure to the morning chill. Once again, she snuggled up against me, her lips soft on my neck and the base of my throat. I was still having trouble taking in what had happened; three days ago I'd never seen or heard of this girl, then all of a sudden she's my sister, and now she's my bed-mate, and it made no sense; but then, I didn't care; she was frankly gorgeous, she was obviously into me, and she actually seemed to like me for myself, as though she could see or sense a part of me that made her feel I was worth her time and effort, a part of me that was still locked away from me.
While I was thinking about her, a detached part of me had been running its hands over her smooth, soft skin and revelling in the feel of her warm femininity, the rustle of her hair, the warmth of her breath, and the feel of her smooth stomach pressed against mine as she hugged me close. I could feel myself getting hard again, obviously she could as well, as she gave a little wriggle, rubbing her damp labia against me, her nipples stiffening as they poked into my bare chest like two little baby fingertips.
"Bobby...!" she murmured, and as I wrenched myself back to reality, her lips found mine, and we stayed that way for what felt like hours, her lips moving with mine as our tongues rubbed, fenced and tasted each other. As we kissed her hands began to work on me, just the touch of her fingers enough to draw me up to full mast, aching, pulsing with the need for her.
"Make love to me, baby, let me hold you this time!" she whispered.
She lay back and pulled me to her, her lips drawing me in, and before I knew it, I was kissing her while I squeezed and massaged her breasts, enjoying the feel of her nipples between my fingertips, and the way her hand squeezed and pumped me. With a little assistance from her, I managed to find and lightly rub her clitoris, feeling the little pearl grow and stiffen as I, somewhat hesitantly, frigged her, enjoying the little sounds she made as I did something she especially liked.
We kept on like this for a while, both of us exploring and learning what the other liked, until Shari let go of me and pulled me completely on top of her. As I did so, she opened her legs so I was lying between her thighs, our kiss unbroken. Instinct now took over, with me raising up on my elbows as Shari reached under to take hold of me and rub my sensitive head a few times against her wet gash, making me groan with the feel of her wetness and heat against my already overheated cock-head.
"Now, Bobby, please...!" she murmured, her eyes closed and her lovely rosebud lips parted as I slowly pushed forward, instinct again showing me what to do. Shari hissed in satisfaction as I slid into her, the sensation of her hot tightness surrounding me almost knocking me out as my brain tried to overload.
"That's it Bobby, yesss, like that, ooohhh, yesss!" she breathed lifting up her hips as I slid back out then pushed into her again, instinct pushing and priming me, showing me what to do. The sensations I was getting were out of this world, plus the visual stimulus of Shari, her beautiful eyes fixed on me as she urged me on, her parted lips an incitement to kiss and taste, her breasts dancing as I thrust into her with ever-increasing force as my confidence in what I was doing grew. Added to this the feeling as Shari rhythmically clenched and relaxed her pussy as I thrust into her, alternately squeezing and releasing me, and I was fast approaching orgasm.
Shari could feel it too, and her thrusting against me became firmer, faster, her pussy tightening more and more around me, and her eyes shutting as she clamped her lip between her teeth. We continued like this, pumping together faster and faster, my head nearly exploding with all the new and wonderful things I was feeling, until at last I couldn't take any more.
"Shari...I'm...Oh God!" I gasped as I came, spunk hosing out of me in what felt like an endless torrent, long pulses that went on and on. Shari screamed into my shoulder, her pussy clamping down tightly on me, causing me to ejaculate even more as I realised that she was orgasming too, that I'd made her come. We strained against each other as our mutual orgasms flared and peaked, then slowly died back, finally slumping down to lie together, drained, sweaty, but very, very happy!
Shari finally stirred, kissing the base of my throat and then reaching up to pull me down for a very hot, sexy, and invigorating kiss.
"Thank you, Bobby, that was incredible, that's why I'm keeping you!" she smiled, stroking my hair as my hands once more explored and touched her, enjoying all over again the silky, satiny feel of her skin, her warmth, and the firm plumpness of her sexy little bottom, each cheek a perfect handful for me.
"Like those, don't you!" she grinned, "All in good time, baby, all in good time!" a statement that puzzled me somewhat, meaning nothing to me just then, but I ignored it as I concentrated on fondling, squeezing and touching this beautiful, exotic, ivory-skinned goddess who'd decided to share my bed.
Shari was doing a little exploring of her own, her hands coming back to my cock and balls again and again, holding, gently rubbing, squeezing lightly, all the while kissing me.
Of course, with all this stimulation, the inevitable happened; I grew hard again, Shari wrapping her hand around me and pumping gently while she kissed me hotly, then moving down my neck to my chest, then kissing further down my stomach until her lips brushed the head of my cock. I stared in disbelief; was she really going to...?
Shari kissed up and down my by now pounding erection, then looked directly at me, and, with a slinky, cat-like smile, slid her lips over the end of my throbbing cock. I groaned as the sensation of her hot wet mouth and her probing tongue once again nearly overwhelmed me, my eyes squeezed tight shut in ecstasy as she licked and sucked me, everything she was doing rushing me to orgasm again; I gritted my teeth and held back as best I could; I wanted to enjoy this! Shari obviously sensed, or felt, some of the struggle in me, and began to suck in earnest, her cheeks hollowing as she suctioned me, but when she squeezed my balls and jammed her tongue into the furrow in the tip of my cock, I lost it completely, once again a torrent of spunk bursting out of me and into her avidly sucking mouth. Shari swallowed every drop, sucking as I filled her mouth with pulse after pulse of spunk, dra
ining me, until I had no more left. She sucked the last drops out of me, then polished the tip with her tongue, cleaning off every last trace of the deluge of sperm I'd pumped into her mouth, before finally licking her lips and smiling at me.
"That was lovely, Bobby, you taste delicious; I'm definitely doing that again soon!" she smiled, sliding back up to hug me, her lithe, warm body once more plastered against mine. I was starting to blur-out; two intense orgasms had wiped me out, but there was something I had to know.
"Shari, that was...incredible, I never thought I'd...thank you, that was just amazing!"
She grinned at me.
"Anything for my Bobby, anything at all, and I mean that!"
With that, she draped her leg over me, holding herself closely against me as she rubbed my chest lightly, a soothing, calming feeling.
"Shari, do you love me? Like Yaz loves Rick?" I asked her, and Shari looked up at me again, a mischievous little smile on her lips.
"Now how could I, Bobby, you're my brother, the very idea!" she smiled, and my heart sank a little, but rose again when she leaned up and nipped me gently on the lip.
"My Bobby!" she whispered with a little smile, licked my lips, then cuddled back down against me, her arm curled possessively around me. I pulled the bedclothes back up over us, and the last thing I remember before I fell asleep again was her voice whispering in my ear.
"You're mine, Bobby, only mine!"
*
When I awoke, a couple of hours had gone by. Shari was still cuddled up tightly against me, and I was holding one of her lovely springy little buttocks in each hand. Shari stirred and her eyes flicked open, her tongue immediately flicking out to lick my lips again before she smiled at me.
"Hello baby, had a nice snooze? It's mid-morning, and I'm hungry, would you like some breakfast?"
I nodded, too wrapped-up in her eyes, and the feel of her bum to even think about conversing with her; all I wanted to do was drink her in and fondle her!
"You really like them, don't you!" she grinned, "we shall have to do something about that!" she grinned, once again whatever she was saying going completely over my head.
"You go and have a shower, baby, I'll start breakfast; bacon and eggs OK? When you get out, give Ricky and Yaz a call as well, they must be famished too after last night!"
When I came out from my shower, the house smelled absolutely delicious, and my stomach rumbled painfully. I threw my clothes on and knocked on Yaz' door.
"Yaz, Rick, breakfast!" and grinned at the flurry of sounds coming from inside; apparently my younger brother and sister had seized the opportunity for a little lie-in as well...
I'd just sat at the kitchen table when Yaz and Ricky clattered in and sat down, looking bright-eyed and tousled, and Shari started dishing-up breakfast; she'd done bacon, poached eggs, mushrooms, grilled tomatoes, hash-browns and fried bread, and made a pot of coffee. When she passed me, she trailed her fingers across my cheek, and I couldn't help myself; I caught her hand and kissed her palm. She giggled and smoothed my hair back out of my eyes, and I looked up to see Yaz and Rick staring at us. Shari burst out laughing, kissed the top of my head and went to get some milk from the fridge, while Yaz smiled knowingly at me and Rick winked and gave me a thumbs-up.
Once we'd finished, we all cleared up, and then Shari asked us all to sit back down, as we had some decisions to make. Rick and Yaz seemed to know exactly what she meant, but I was completely in the dark, so I just took a seat. Shari started the ball rolling.
"Bobby, as you know, when mummy died, she left her business, all her assets, and her house, to Yaz, Ricky and me. We sold everything, you know we had to leave London, so we got rid of everything. What we ended up with is a lot of money, a very large amount of money, and now we had the problem of what to do with it. On the way up here, Ricky, Yaz and I discussed what we'd eventually do, and we've been talking about it since we got here, and we've come to a decision; Yaz and I know the property world well; we worked with mummy, we know what to look for, and Yaz is really good at assessing markets, while I'm more experienced in assessing properties, whether as living accommodation or commercial premises. Ricky's a talented handyman, a very talented one, he understands all about renovations and upgrading, and spent an awful long time arguing with Borough Surveyors and Planning people at the council offices, he did all that for mummy, and he did it really well, so we decided to go back into that world again, only up here this time, a long way away from London and Robert's old cronies."
She paused to take my hand between hers.
"Bobby, this is going to be a family business, and all the family should be a part of it, so we want you to quit your job with the Council and come work with us, doing whatever part of it appeals to you most. You can work with Yaz, I know she'd love to show you all she knows, or Ricky, he could always use the help, or with me, I'd love to show you the ropes..."
Rick snickered at that, then jumped as Yaz kicked him on the ankle. Shari just looked at him until he grinned apologetically, then continued speaking.
"Bobby, we want you to be part of this; you're our brother, and seeing you slowly wearing yourself away at that job is heartbreaking; please say you'll join us, I know you'll be happier working with us!"
Rick grinned and piped up.
"What say, Bobby, you wanna work with me? There's always room for someone with a strong back and a weak mind!"
Yaz stood up and walked around the table to me, punching Rick on the arm as she passed him. When she came to me, she put her arms around mine and kissed the top of my head.
"Ignore him, baby! I'd love you to work with me, or Shari, or even Ricky, just so long as you come in with us; I really want my big brother to share something with me, with all of us, how about it Bobby, are you in?"
I looked at Shari, who smiled and nodded almost imperceptibly, so I grinned and reached behind me to pull Yaz into my side.
"When you ask so nicely, baby-sister, how can I refuse? Yes, I'm in!"
Shari stood up and also came over to hug me, nibbling my neck as she whispered "later!" into my ear. In response I slipped my hand down to cup her delectable little bottom and give it a squeeze to let her know I was up for it.
Shari sat down and waited for the conversation to slow a little before bringing up something else.
"Bobby, Ricky, I know how much you've been hurt by our father, how betrayed you feel, but there's someone else who needs you, and perhaps you need to speak to her too. Ricky told me your mother, Barbara, is buried not far from here; I think you need to go and clear the air with her, and maybe tell her a few things, am I right?"
I caught Rick's eye, and he stared at me for a long moment, then slowly nodded, Yaz's hand sliding over his where it lay on the table. I looked at Shari, seeing only sympathy in her eyes, and nodded too. I had to think for a moment before I spoke.
"We've never been back there since...since the burial; the local church wouldn't even let her have a funeral because she was a...a suicide, we had to get a Baptist minister to say the words at the graveside..."
This was hard for me to go back to, even harder to say; during the short graveside service, Rick and I had spent most of the time grinning at each other, making faces, and just generally being disrespectful, and of course our father had done nothing to stop it; as far as he was concerned he'd followed form, she was being properly buried, end of story; that it was Barbara made no real difference to us, it wasn't like she was anything to do with us...
The cemetery was only a short way away from the house, Stanwix, a communal cemetery rather than a denominational one, and I tried to remember where the grave was; all I could remember was that it had a large, black granite headstone carved with ornate scrolls and cherubs, with an inscription carved in Serif and filled in gold, a long flowery inscription that I could remember grinning at while thinking "Yeah, right!", all about how much he loved her etc. etc.
We hunted high and low for the headstone, but nothing, and had just about given up
when Shari called me over, pointing at a small, new-looking, white marble headstone. Cut into it was "Barbara Davies, beloved mother, taken too soon. I love you, Mum". I was astonished; I didn't recognise this at all, neither did Rick, then suddenly it hit me. Nicky! Nicky had been here, sometime in the last four years, quite recently, judging by the headstone, he'd replaced that black monstrosity with one that meant something to him; he was alive!
It took me a few moments to remember why I was there, the sudden jolt of guilt at the realisation my big brother was still out there somewhere tempered by the remorse and sorrow that welled up as I finally spoke to my mother. Shari stood with me, her hand in mine as she stood close to me to shelter from the frigid wind. Rick stood with his head bowed as his lips moved, Yaz periodically thumbing his eyes and wiping off his cheeks as he too talked to our mother. I don't know what he said, but I asked her to consider forgiving me one day, I told her that I hadn't earned her forgiveness yet, but that I would try, and I apologised for being what I'd always been. When I finished Shari hugged me, wiping her own eyes against the front of my jacket.
"I'll bring some flowers up here tomorrow, Bobby, there's a holder there, someone must have...!" she trailed off as she bent down and picked up one of the withered brown flowers from the little vase, showing it to me.
"Look Bobby, someone put flowers here..."
She bent the stem, but instead of snapping, it was pliable, still fresh inside. Her eyes darted to mine as she saw that.
"Bobby, these were only put here a few days ago, maybe a week; Nicky was here, just a few days ago; he was here, he's still alive!"
It felt good to have the space and freedom to consider what to do with my life, and to throw my lot in with my family (and now it didn't feel so strange to say that word...).
I think I'd finally started to become a better person; of course, the new me was still a lot like the old me; these things take time, there was a lot of garbage still stirring around inside me that I had to unlearn, and there were still social graces and nuances of interacting with other people that I just didn't get at all.