Brothers

We had so much fun at the party. I’d loved getting dressed up in my 6 strap garter belt and luxurious silky stockings, especially since those two pieces of underwear were the only ones I was wearing. Shaun had asked me to be naked underneath my dress, and feeling that was a fair request from my lover I enthusiastically agreed to it.

I remember him coming up the stairs behind me, commenting as he caught a glimpse of my freshly fucked pussy as I bent over to fix a strap on my heels. ‘Yum, your pussy looks so swollen and sexy with my cream pie load trickling out of it’! he told me huskily. I giggled as I straightened up, smoothing my dress down over my thighs. ‘You need to behave tonight baby’ I admonished him. ‘You know your brother is going to be there and I don’t want you being distracted and getting him offside again’.

Shaun and Damien were only a year apart in age but Damien was the black sheep of the family and had left home at 15, returning home only recently. I always felt on edge around him as he seemed very moody and angry and for whatever reason he seemed to resent me. He would often grab his gear and speed off on his motorbike when I called in at their house. If I slept over for the night he’d go out drinking with his buddies and come crashing home in the early hours of the morning. He had never grunted more than a word or two to me the whole time I had known him.

He’d completely freaked me out one night when I was staying at their house. Shaun was dead to the world but I couldn’t sleep and I got up and made myself a hot chocolate. I curled up in the living room and drank the delicious drink, watching the flickering embers of the fire in the grate. I rinsed my empty mug out and before snuggling back into bed I thought I’d better brush my teeth. There was only the one bathroom in the house and I always felt a little weird using it. Shaun’s mum was such a darling though and had made the boys clear a space for me in the medicine cabinet. I looked at myself in the cabinet’s mirrored doors and pulled a face as I saw my tangled bed hair. ‘Just lovely’ I groaned as I opened the doors to get out my toothbrush and toothpaste.

I’d just put the toothpaste on my brush, run it under the tap and started brushing my teeth when I heard the floorboards creak behind me. ‘Oh fantastic’ I thought as I tried to quickly spit out the minty foam. I’d woken Shaun up and he had to get up early for work. ‘Sorry babe’ I mumbled. ‘I couldn’t sleep and got up to have a drink and was just freshening up before I came back to bed’. He chuckled, his gorgeous deep voice triggering an instant response between my legs. I turned to embrace him but suddenly he grabbed my neck, splaying his big hand out, forcing my head down. His other hand cruelly gripped my hip, locking me into place. ‘Hey’ I cried as I started to try and wriggle free. His grip tightened and I felt my heart starting to pound with excitement.

Shaun was a generous and attentive lover, but sometimes he treated me as if I might break. I often hinted to him that I would love for him to be a bit more rough with me, but the thought of potentially hurting me seemed to really upset him. But now I could feel the tension in his strong hand and arms as he bent my body over. I continued to struggle though, feeling my flight or fight response flooding my body with endorphins. The more I fought though the stronger his grip became. ‘Shaun, you’re hurting me’ I whispered loudly, wanting him to let me go but not wanting to wake his mum up. ‘Mmm’ I heard him murmur and just then I felt his crotch grind into my arse.

I was only wearing a cami top and French knickers and the movement had scrunched my panties up, making his massive erection even more obvious as it pressed into my flesh. I was just about to cry out again in protest when he suddenly tugged my hair around his fist and yanked my head down and to the side. My neck was exposed and I gasped as I sensed him coming closer and then jumped as I felt his muscular tongue start licking me slowly, from my clavicle up to behind my ear. ‘Oh fuck’ I panted as I went weak at the knees. I must have been a little low on blood sugar as the erotic sensation of his tongue lathing my neck caused an autonomic response of dizziness and desire. The desire was intense but the dizziness was overwhelming. I slumped against the vanity unit and felt him move away from me and head back to bed.

‘Wow’ I thought to myself! ‘Something has got him in a red hot mess tonight’! I quickly put my toiletries back on the shelf and shut the cabinet door. I flicked off the light and using the moon rays filtering in through the hallway windows to navigate I made my way back to his bedroom. I was tingling all over with sexual tension. If that stunt he pulled in the bathroom was the appetiser then I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into the main course. His room was pitch black dark and I could just imagine him laying there, cheekily awaiting my return. He would have known exactly how turned on I was by his aggressive attack in the bathroom and no doubt would be stroking his gorgeous cock, keeping it rock hard for me.

I felt my way towards the bed, half expecting him to flick the bedside lamp on to surprise me. ‘Oh you’re bad’ I teasingly told him. ‘Acting like nothing happened’! Just as I was about to tell him exactly how I felt I recognised a sound which had been persistently tugging at my auditory senses since I walked back in. It was snoring. Loud, rhythmic, regular snoring. ‘What’! I cried out, flicking the bedside lamp switch. I could barely believe my eyes! He was laying in the exact same position as when I’d left the bedroom. He was totally out to it, in a very deep sleep.

My mind started tumbling over hundreds of scenarios to explain what had happened. He was fast asleep. He was snoring. It couldn’t have been him after all. But if it wasn’t him ….. who could it be? Oh god. Could it have been Shaun’s brother? His flesh and blood? Damien?

I had crawled back into bed with Shaun that night, my mind racing and my body raging with conflicting feelings. I replayed the scene over and over in my head, trying to come to term with the fact that my boyfriend’s brother may or may not have just assaulted me in the bathroom. Was assaulted the right word? If it had been Shaun then it would have just been as hot as fuck! Having my boyfriend grab me like that was one of my hottest fantasies. And that tongue slowly licking its way up my neck! My visceral response was undeniably directly related to the manhandling I craved. But then I thought about who it might have been. Damien. Shaun’s brother. His flesh and blood. I remember that I didn’t get much sleep that night at all. I hadn’t seen Damien for a few weeks after that incident, he’d suddenly decided to go away and chase some itinerant work over on the mainland. When he’d returned he was even more distant and rude to me and I’d just relegated the whole incident to the back of my mind.

Shaun and I were pretty happy. I adored his mum. His dad had cleared off when the boys were young and she did an amazing job bringing them up as a single mum. Both of the boys supported their mum financially and to be honest it wouldn’t surprise me if they never left home as they had it so good there! I loved staying there, well apart from the awkwardness that inevitably occurred when Damien was around. The brothers sparked each other off all the time which didn’t help. I know they loved each other deeply and would defend each other to the ends of the earth, but their brotherly banter and physicality sometimes just got too much. They seemed to always be trying to exert dominance over each other with a never ending routine of headlocks, arm wrestling, pranks and verbal slanging matches.

Shaun was the taller of the two and had the most amazing athletic physique. He took a lot of care of his body and health and it showed. He’d occasionally have a little jab at me about my own weight or lack of interest in exercise, but I tried not to let that get to me. He always dressed pretty damned sharp and liked me to dress up too. He had an absolutely charming personality and was very popular with my own family. Damien on the other hand, well, he was almost the complete opposite. He wasn’t as tall as Damien but he was much stockier in build. His arms and shoulders were incredible. I mean it’s not as if I was deliberately looking or anything, it was just difficult not to notice them when he wore his wife beater tops while he was doing jobs outside in the yard or working on his bike. He probably drank more than he should and he seemed to rock a 3 day growth on his face day in day out. I’d never seen him dressed in anything fancier than a set of leathers or his dirty blue jeans and a tshirt. I knew that his mum washed all of his clothes and even ironed them, god knows what he did to them. His arms and back were heavily tattooed and he made fun of Shaun going to the gym all the time. You could never call Damien’s personality charming. Disarming and unpredictable, yes.

So yes, I was nervous about going to the party that night as the brothers had just had a really big falling out in the last week or so. Who knows what it was really about, but Shaun had been staying at my place for a week and had told me I couldn’t go to the house while Damien was there. Apparently his brother was going through some sort of a meltdown. I assumed he might have been having women problems. I’d never actually seen him with a woman but I knew that he had plenty chasing after him. That was another constant source of irritation between the brothers. Shaun would always have girls asking him to put a good word in with his brother and he hated it. I knew it drove Shaun crazy when they went out as a family or just the two boys and girls would be all over Damien. He told me that his brother treated these women like shit and mocked them. That didn’t set well with Shaun, he was very ‘PC’.

When we had found out Damien was going as well I asked Shaun if he wanted to give it a miss. But he assured me it was ok. I guess being brothers they’d been having these ups and downs for years and although I couldn’t understand it, I trusted Shaun when he said it would be ok. I wanted tonight to be special so I’d paid extra attention to my hair and makeup and hadn’t even made it out of the house before he demonstrated his appreciation of my efforts. It had been nice. Not amazing, he’d been a bit cautious about messing up his outfit and my hair, but it had been pretty sexy all the same. He really got off on watching us fuck in the mirror. Sometimes I wondered if he liked checking himself out just as much as he liked watching me. I wasn’t really into the whole exhibitionist thing, preferring my sex to be raw and visceral. But if it made him happy to see my lips around his cock in the mirror then it was a small thing to do.

As we made our way towards the apartment you could hear the music thumping and shrieks of laughter. I could smell the yeasty odour of a freshly tapped keg of beer and I smiled to myself as I saw Shaun turn his nose up a little. He was a bit of a beer connoisseur. He appreciated craft beers, beers with strange and weird names and bizarre ingredients. I assumed that the beer in the keg was pretty standard local beer and could guarantee none of it would pass my boyfriend’s lips that night. He wasn’t drinking tonight anyway, he was on some sort of detox which was driving me crazy. I’d ordered pizza for dinner that night and the look he gave me! You would have thought I’d ordered poison. It was so hot and lush and cheesy and yeah, a couple of drops of grease might have dribbled down my chin but that’s how you eat pizza! I only got to eat one slice as he told me I wouldn’t be able to do up my dress if I ate more. I was starving now and hoped there was going to be some snacks around. I’d have to sneak them while Shaun was looking away.

My friend Vanja opened the door and squealed when she saw me! She launched herself at me and as we hugged our boobs squished together making us giggle. ‘Shaun’ she said curtly. Shaun nodded his head at her and pushed past into the living area. Vanja rolled her eyes at me and mouthed ‘dick’! ‘Now now Vanja’ I admonished, ‘he’s an amazing guy’. ‘Yeah yeah’ she grumbled, ‘amazing to look at but a total dick in every other way’. I laughed and punched her playfully on the arm. ‘Stop it you, I’m worried enough about tonight without you hanging shit on my boyfriend’! ‘Oh yes’ she nodded knowingly, ‘the brother’. ‘Yep, the brother’ I grimaced. ‘He’s here already by the way’ Vanja told me. ‘He’s taken charge of the keg, no-one else knew how to tap it and he just jumped right in’. My eyebrows raised ‘oh, he’s playing nice then. Good.’ ‘Oh I wouldn’t say that’ Vanja warned me. ‘He’s scared off most of the girls and seems to be winding up some of the guys too’. Great. Fabulous. Just what I needed. I kissed Vanja on the cheek and handed her the bottle of wine I’d bought for her earlier. ‘I’d better go and find Shaun then and make sure they’re behaving’.

I shuffled my way through the crowded room, saying hi to lots of familiar faces and enjoying a flirty exchange with a couple of people on the way. I came alive at parties and wish we went to more. Shaun always seemed to have to go to bed early or found the music too loud. But he had seemed very determined to come tonight. I felt so naughty knowing I wasn’t wearing any underwear, apart from my garter belt and stockings. I’m glad I’d worn my hair out though. Shaun liked it when I wore it up in a bun but my long auburn curls felt so sexy swaying against my bare back. I smiled as I saw one of the guys I worked with and went up to him and leant up on my heels to give him a smooch hello. Just as I did I felt someone roughly tug my garter belt and snap it hard back against my leg. ‘Hey’ I shouted, turning around. Vanja was there grinning mischievously at me. ‘You hussy’ she laughed. ‘When you stretched up guess what flashed at me’! ‘I couldn’t resist’. And that’s what I loved about Vanja! Cheeky bitch. I tugged my dress down again and blew a flirty kiss in the air to them as I continued across the room.

One of the downsides to being short is not being able to see where you’re going in a crowd. I’d been here so many times before so I had a pretty good idea where Vanja would have set up the keg. I just kept pushing past people, saying hi to friends and avoiding being splashed by drinks. The music changed and the throbbing sounds of Bad to the Bone filled the air. I loved it! I started gyrating my hips to the beat as I moved, happily singing along to the husky voice of George Thorogood. I was just mid grind when the crowd parted slightly in front of me and I saw this hot, hot guy standing there, his massive back muscles bulging under a gorgeous crisp white shirt. I bit my lip as my eyes wandered lower and widened as I saw the most sexy arse in gorgeous Levi 501s. ‘Yum’ I thought to myself. My cheeks flushed as I took in even more of his commanding physique. He’d obviously just had a haircut as above his shirt collar there was a paler line of skin where the crew cut fade started. As I was watching he lifted his arm up in the air and I felt my pussy muscles squeeze as I saw his biceps. He was reaching up to adjust the switch on a gas heater and I took that opportunity to drink in his elongated body, right down to his sexy boots peeking out underneath his jeans. I bit my lip as he reached his other arm up to steady the heater and his shirt became a little untucked from his jeans. Ohhhhh. ‘Fuck!’. Did I just moan out loud? I felt my décolletage starting to flush and glanced down to see what looked almost like a red rash had broken out on my chest. I raked it with my nails and gasped as the pressure left a trail of white scratch marks running over my rapidly warming chest. Phew! Talk about a visceral response to this gorgeous hunk of a man. I was just biting my lip even harder, when suddenly he dived to the side and grabbed a guy in a headlock. My guy. Shaun. Fuck! I locked eyes with Shaun and saw him watching me with a confused look on his face. I’d been sprung perving, my body’s response obvious to all who looked.

As the guy holding him in a headlock ruffled his hair in a weirdly affectionate manner, I jumped as I saw what I’d totally missed before. The crisp white shirt was rolled up a little, exposing tanned, muscly forearms. And there, unmistakably, on that sexy forearm, was an intricate tattoo. A tattoo I’d seen before. My heart thumped. Damien.

If I’d been flushed before I was positively nearly on fire now! I’d been caught, by my boyfriend, perving at another man. Not just any other man. His brother. A man who detested me and who quite honestly scared me. I was officially a class act! I quickly tried to compose myself and went over to the brothers. Their contrast was stark that night. I mean Shaun looked amazing, he always did. But Damien? Well, let’s just say he had made an effort and it was impressive. He just about radiated testosterone and looked so manly. Every single part of him seemed designed to entice and entrap women. His new hair style was banging. It looked as if he was channelling Ragnar Lothbrok with the whole sexy viking look. It was undercut at the back and then he had this boyish flop of hair over one side. He had grown his beard too. No more three day growth, this was a proper cared for and groomed viking beard. I felt as if I was seeing him for the first time.

I gulped and tried to act normal, greeting him as if he was a normal friend (instead of some angry brooding scary guy who lived in the same house as my boyfriend). I reached up to kiss him on the cheek and say hi, but just as I did he released Shaun from the brotherly headlock and that movement caused me to misjudge the distance. I ended up teetering forward and lunging towards his body. I was awkward at the best of times but wearing those high heels and being so flustered ended up a potent combination and within moments I found myself being gripped by arms of steel and pushed back upright. I braced myself on one of Damien’s arms and wow. It was as if we had just given each other an electric shock. I looked up and his eyes widened and then darkened, the familiar scowl creeping back onto his face. I bit my lip and mumbled my apologies, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. ‘Are you ok babe’ asked Shaun in a concerned voice. I’d forgotten all about my boyfriend! I turned to see him watching me with an anxious look on his face. ‘Oh fine, just fine’ I reassured him. I looked back at Damien who was now glaring at me and then followed his gaze as he looked down towards his biceps. ‘Oh god’ I cried as I jumped back. I’d been gripping his biceps, subconsciously loving the feel of my hand wrapped around his tensile muscles. But I’d forgotten to let go and had been caught hanging onto him like a creeper.

As I let go of his arm he ran his other hand over the place where I had released my death grip from. I’d never noticed his hands before, so big and wide and so masculine looking. He seemed to be rubbing his arm as if there was a possibility I could have hurt him with my grip. As if! It had felt like I was holding onto a chunk of living marble. I could see though that I had creased his gorgeous shirt which no doubt his mum had spent ages ironing for him. My eyes flicked from one brother to the other. One was shooting me death stares and the other one was looking confused and a little hurt. I was making a huge mess of the night already and my plans for a calm evening with the brothers seemed to be going out the window. Sometimes I felt like I should just stay at home as I seemed to have a knack for working myself up into a nervous wreck and getting myself into awkward situations. Thankfully, Shaun was the brother who was able to compose himself first and I was so grateful to him when he reached for my hand and kissed the back of it. He smiled at me reassuringly and I beamed up at him, grateful for his attention. ‘I did tell you though that those shoes were too high for your body shape’ he admonished. ‘There’s too much weight on them and that’s how you lost your balance sweetheart’ he added. My cheeks flamed even more and I snatched my hand back from him. I know he didn’t mean to be hurtful about my weight and I knew he loved me. It’s just that sometimes he had a way of saying things that cut me to my core.

‘Stop being a dick Shaun’ came Vanja’s familiar voice from behind. ‘You should fucking love her curves and celebrate them, not give her shit about them’. ‘Plus’, Vanja added, ‘I’ve seen those stick insect chicks you’ve been out with before and I bet they don’t feel as soft and lush in bed as she does’. ‘Vanja!’ I admonished. She was hopeless. She was my greatest fan and highly protective of me, but she struggled to keep her thoughts to herself and although I loved her dearly for it, sometimes I wish she would just leave things be. Right. Someone had to be the grownup here and get things back on track. I drew myself up to my full 5 feet 5 inches height (thanks to my 5 inch heels!) and looked Damien in the eye and said ‘sorry about that Damien, nice to see you’. I turned my back on him and grabbed Shaun’s hand ‘come on, let’s go and check out the view from the deck’. I cheekily waved goodbye to Vanja and laughed as she pulled a face at me in return. We walked out onto the deck and immediately I could feel the breeze lifting my auburn tresses in the air and felt instantly calmer. ‘Vanja is such a bitch’ Shaun complained to me. ‘She’s just protective’ I replied, ‘but I don’t want to worry about other people, I want to focus on us’. ‘Fair enough’ he reassured me, ‘let’s get a drink and then go and have a dance’. I grinned cheekily up at him and leaned up to whisper in his ear ‘na ah, I’ve got a better idea!’. I tugged him along the balcony over to the corner where there was an outdoor shower set up in a little ferny nook. There was a slatted cedar timber seat in there and I shoved him down onto it.

‘Babe’ he protested, ‘you can’t do anything here, we’ll get caught’. ‘So?’ I replied quizzically. ‘Isn’t that half the thrill’? His eyes were darting nervously towards the entrance and it was obvious he was way out of his comfort zone. ‘Give me your hand’ I whispered throatily. I took his hand in mine and while maintaining eye contact with him, I drew it in towards me, under my dress and towards my pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from my cunt already and I was desperate to have his fingers inside of me. ‘I’m so wet for you baby’ I added, tugging his fingers even closer to my throbbing clit. It was true, I could feel myself squelching as I walked and even mused to myself that it would start trickling down my inner thighs soon. ‘Nah baby’ he said, ‘I’ve got a much better idea’. He pulled his hand away and grabbed my shoulders and started forcing me to my knees in front of him. ‘Shaun’ I cried out as his actions took me by surprise. He started unbuckling his belt and pushed me towards his crotch. ‘That’s not exactly what I had in mind’ I protested, ‘trying to wriggle out from his grip’. ‘Come on baby, you know you love it’ he crooned. ‘Look how hard you’ve made me, you know you want it’. It was true, he was very hard, that was obvious due to the bulge in his tight fitting trousers. And I did want his cock. It was a beautiful cock. But sometimes it would be nice to switch things up a bit. ‘Let’s just relax a bit first’ I replied. ‘Slow things down a bit’. I licked my lips as I focused on his mouth. Leaning in to kiss him passionately. ‘Don’t waste those luscious lips baby’ he demanded, ‘get down and suck me off good’. He gripped me even harder and shoved my face towards his now open jeans. I could see cock clearly outlined under his bright red boxer shorts. It twitched as my breath drew closer and I could see he was very, very aroused.

‘Shaun’, I protested again, ‘you’re hurting me’. I struggled against his grip but his hours and hours of gym workouts each week had made him very strong and he just kept pushing me. My knees were on the tiled floor now and the hard surface was starting to hurt me. He had pushed me into an uncomfortable position and I couldn’t even get a good grip on the floor to push myself away from him. He yanked his cock out of his boxer shorts and slapped it against my face. He pushed it onto my lips and tried to force my mouth to open. ‘No’, I shouted. ‘Stop it Shaun, I don’t want to do this and you’re hurting me’. He just kept murmuring ‘come on baby, open up for me, you know you want it’. He moved his hand to my head and pushed me even closer. He knows I hate that more than anything, that feeling of being forced, and something in me just snapped. I reached up, pushing myself off balance and shoved hard at his legs. He just laughed and took advantage of my imbalance to drag me in closer. ‘We are doing this baby’ he growled, ‘whether you like it or not’. ‘And I know you like it’. ‘Shaun’ I cried out ‘stop it, get off me’. You’re scaring me’. I looked up into his face and could see that he was in a lust driven craze. All he could think of was my lips wrapped around his cock. As I watched him though his face changed, his eyes widening suddenly and he started to release pressure on me and amost cringe back into the wall. ‘You fucking cunt’ I heard a man’s voice yell. ‘I’m going to fucking kill you. Fucking stand up and fight like a man’. Horrified at being caught in this compromising position, but grateful for being saved, I scrambled to my feet and looked to see where the voice was coming from. God. It was Damien. He was standing at the corner of the shower and he was absolutely furious. His neck muscles were bulging, his eyes were glaring and his nostrils were flared. ‘You’ he yelled at me, ‘get the fuck out of here, now!’. A surge of adrenaline rushed through my body and I instinctively moved in front of my boyfriend, determined to stand my ground and not let them fight. ‘No’ I yelled back at him. ‘You can’t make me’. ‘Oh you just watch me little one’ he replied, lunging towards me.