My brother had come to visit for the weekend. After our meal, he squeezed onto the small couch between my flatmate and me, with his arm around her. She was subtly flirting back.
Us ladies shared a bedroom, and later that evening, he would be sleeping on an inflatable mattress between our single beds. Ryan and Fiona weren’t a couple, but they’d had sex a few times. I'd already said I didn't mind them doing whatever they wanted, even if I was in the same room; in fact, they knew I’d planned to masturbate that night.
'Why have we never invited you into our group?' she asked, 'with Steven and Thomas and all that?'
None of them knew about our sibling sex life, of course, but it was hard to hide how open we were with each other. 'No,' I said. ‘Ryan’s asked so many times, but it's not right.'
‘It's not like you're doing stuff together,’ said Fiona. ‘You've got Samantha and Jack as well, they're sister and brother.'
'That's exactly my point,’ said Ryan.
'No, just no. It's different here because you know how close we are, but it's hard to... the rest of the group just wouldn't understand that.'
'Of course, they would,' said Fiona, picking up her phone. 'I'm going to ask them.'
'No, you're not.'
She didn't listen to me and instead typed a message into our group chat. I reached for my phone and told them to ignore Fiona’s words, but they ignored me instead.
'So who's in your group?' asked Ryan.
She showed him the phone. 'There's Steven and Thomas, they're our boyfriends, both of them, and they're also boyfriends with each other. Then there's Tiff and Samantha, they're a couple, but Tiff swings both ways.’
‘Wait, I remember Tiff.’ He turned to me. ‘She used to come round and see you all the time.’
‘You wouldn’t recognise her now.’ I had a recent picture to hand, and I showed him my screen.
‘Wow, she’s changed a lot. She’s shaved off all her hair.’
‘And Jack,’ continued Fiona, ‘I've never met. He was put out of the group before I joined it and he's only just been allowed back in.'
'What did he do?'
'Many things,' I said, ‘but mostly, him and Steven used to be a couple, then out of the blue, Jack broke up with him before college,'
'Everyone's in favour so far,' said Fiona. ‘Question from Thomas: are you gay or bisexual?'
'No,' he replied quickly.
Fiona spoke as she typed the reply. 'One... hundred percent... loves the... ladies. And sent. You like them older as well, don't you?'
He didn't know how to answer.
'Cheryl was twenty-two,' I said. 'His ex.'
An in-joke had developed earlier in the evening, where us ladies were calling him Young Man Aged Eighteen to Twenty-Four.
'Really? You're a darker horse than I thought, but still in Young Man Aged Eighteen to Twenty-Four territory.'
'STOP that.'
Fiona read her phone again. 'Thomas is disappointed, but Tiff is very much looking forward to seeing you again. Says she remembers you when you were little, and wants to know how big you are now – in all departments.'
'That's private,' said Ryan. 'Don't tell her that.'
'You'll be getting it out in front of her anyway.’
'Right,' I interrupted, ‘there's no way he's joining us.'
'Well, everyone else is keen. That's Samantha saying yes as well. Only Stephen seems a bit hesitant about new members.’
'Good,' I repeated. 'Tell him I agree.'
Fiona typed as she talked again. 'No... he's lovely... and he has a...' she felt his erection through his clothes, 'substantial... package.'
'Fiona!' we said, almost in unison.
'Is that not the truth? Oh, now Jack's getting annoyed. He thinks what Steven said about new members was aimed at him.'
I grabbed my phone again and said there was no way Ryan was joining the group. The rest of them, except Steven, disagreed immediately.
'It looks like you and Steven are outvoted,' said Fiona. 'Welcome to our group, Young Man Aged Eighteen to Twenty-Four.' She finally put her arm around him and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't even complain about his nickname that time.
'I'm still not happy about this,' I said. Their kiss on the cheek had triggered off kissing on the lips, and they carried on as I spoke. 'We need to talk before anything happens.' I counted out the points on my fingers. ‘How to behave, getting STI tests, where your spunk goes, everything.'
Fiona broke the kiss to take off his top. She then arched her back and turned away from him. ‘You can unhook me.’ He immediately responded, but as if only just realising what she'd said, she turned to me, 'You really don't mind, don't you?'
I shrugged as her boobs were set free. ‘I’ve literally watched you having sex before.'
'With our boyfriends. Not… your brother.'
'Like I always say, we all have needs.'
Even I felt the sexual tension, and I followed in taking off my top. I turned my back to him. 'And me.' In private, he would unhook me in a heartbeat, but he hesitated with company. 'Come on. I'm not asking you to touch me up, just give a girl a hand.' He loosened my bra and I shook it off.
Fiona started kissing Ryan again, and it didn’t take long before she whispered, ‘Let’s masturbate,’ and led him to the bedroom, pushing him gently onto the inflatable mattress.
Within a minute or two, Fiona and I were naked in our separate beds, both on top of the blankets with our vibrators inside us: me on my back, and her face-down. Ryan’s hand was inside his boxer shorts, but he hadn't taken off any more clothes.
'Why aren’t you undressed?’ I asked. ‘She wants to watch you. Forget I’m here.'
He hesitated, then removed the rest of his clothes, letting his erection pop out. He turned his head towards Fiona. She watched him back as he placed his hand on his foreskin and began his familiar up-and-down motion, and I heard her increasing the speed of her vibrator.