I'd looked forward to it for weeks, a whole four days in a cosy hotel tucked away in the Lake District. It should have been magic - just me and James....alone all through Christmas..fine mulled wine, champagne, good food - and lots and lots of hot sex. 'Course his wife had to go and wreck it - didn't she. She'd arranged to go and stay with her parents but at the last minute had taken ill - or so she said - or so he said for that matter. Which ever way ... my parents had gone abroad, and I was now left with the prospect of a lonely Yuletide.
"You could always go on your own," James had said when I pointed out how much money we were about to forfeit. Big deal ! Drink and eat alone and then go and finger myself off, I suppose.
I sat by the front lounge window. It was raining.....why does it always rain at Christmas I mused watching people bustling by carrying last minute goodies and presents. It felt like the whole world was on its way to a party and I was the only one who hadn't been given an invite.....so what would I do these next few days ? the more I thought the more depressed I became, and now it was going dark on the worst Christmas eve ever.
I'd just poured a very large Scotch with a view to getting 'stoned' and sleeping my way through the festive season when the front door bell rang.
"Hell ! what are you doing here - and you're soaked through." It was my brother, "Mum and Dad's gone on holiday - you know - here's a towel..dry yourself....where's Susan?"
He sat down and I gave him one of dad's beers:
"Susan's with another guy! she's found herself another man.....I've seen photos of him...I've even seen photos of her in bed fucking him!" He broke down in tears and I, too shocked at first just sat there open mouthed. Susan, I thought.....definitely no 'oil painting'...in fact I could never understand what my brother Steve saw in her. Yet on the other hand, Steve was so good looking, worked out regularly at the Gym, had a good body - what the hell was she thinking of?
I told him my story and he told me his. I was about to say 'let's get blitzed on this bottle of Scotch' when I remembered the hotel in Ambleside....all nicely paid for.
We hardly spoke much on the two hour drive to Lakeland. His sorrow was so clearly apparent, he seemed to just stare into oblivion all the time.
"Any chance of a 'kiss and make up'?" I said cautiously, "you and Susan go back quite a few years." His eyes glared at me and I knew I'd said the wrong thing. As for me I knew my position, I was James's mistress - someone he fucked on the side... I was quite happy with that and had it not been Christmas the change of plan wouldn't have meant a thing - I'd just have gone and slept with another of my men friends. I thought about the situation.
"I was supposed to be with James," I told Steve, " so what do we do when we get to the hotel, 'cause there's only one room booked and that's a double room."
"What the hell!" he growled, "I'll sleep on the chair - or even the floor....I don't intend doin' much short of gettin' drunk." Thanks very much, I thought, better not show me up or get us thrown out.
We posed as man and wife at the hotel reception. Not difficult...our surnames were the same. Dinner was sumptuous and I began to feel glad we'd come after all. We polished off a couple of bottles of wine and now, with a distinct northerly wind blowing outside, the wine having gone to our heads we headed for our room. I undressed in the bathroom, put on a long flowing nightdress and headed for bed only to find Steve, fully dressed, already in there. Leave him, I thought and got into bed the other side.
I lay awake for a while thinking. We'd always been so close, Steve and myself. As children, when other brothers and sisters hated each other we were always for each other and looked after each other, so how could that cow Susan - ugly looking moron as she is - dare upset my loving brother? I must have dropped off to sleep only to be aroused by Steve's hand wandering across my breasts. My first instinct was to push him away and remind him to behave...but it felt so good. A moment and now he was touching my bare flesh...then he had my right breast, kneeding it and tweaking the nipple....should I stop this right now? no, no! it was much too nice, demonic and illegal but that just made it more exciting. I just lay there and let his warm, strong hand explore my body. His fingers found my belly-button, probed and then moved ever lower down my body, softly caressing my thighs and now my body and soul beyond caring I parted my legs, opening up and physically inviting him to do whatever he wanted. Deft warm fingers probed, ever so gently the lips of my vagina and now my chest heaving with desire he lifted away my nightdress, eased himself upon me and I could feel his manhood, stiff and desirable as any I'd ever known. A final pang of conscience....then, as his lovely hot cock eased its way inside me all feelings of wrongdoing evaporated, I threw my arms around his naked body and felt the thrill of his hard muscular body now gently thrusting back and forth, up and down my wet love tunnel. Instinctively my hands roamed finding his well rounded firm buttocks. I pulled him ever deeper into me and now we both rocked back and forth in the ecstasy of our own forbidden lust. It seemed to go on forever, and I wanted it to. Gripping his manhood with my strong vaginal muscles I imprisoned him within me holding his cock then releasing as if to command him as deeply inside me as possible. He loved it and I kissed his hot lips eagerly sucking his tongue into my mouth and swallowing his hot jagged breath.
Go on! ... fuck me hard! I couldn't resist calling out and now we thrust in unison with a rhythm so well synchronised as I've never known with others. Brazenly I called out undying love as my first climax swamped my soul and then sunk my teeth into his naked shoulder as the second orgasm sent me to paradise. A final ecstasy which seemed to go on and on and at once his body stiffened, I could feel his cock throbbing deep within me and now a deep grunt as he pumped home his sperm. I gloried in taking his every drop and felt it....twelve spurts in all, hot and deeply wet, as if it were soaking every part of my flesh and staining me with its forbidden outlandishment. Yet in spite of it all and knowing his seed would fly to my womb I felt no shame and when we fell apart I rolled over, took his still leaking cock in hand and licked away the remnants of his sated lust.
I woke up first the following morning. There was no feeling of disgust, no wretching of hands pleading what have I done - and I hoped he wouldn't wake up and beg forgiveness either, for in my heart I wanted it to happen again. For a while I questioned my own savage and carnel thoughts about my own brother - indeed, prior to last night would never have given it a moments credence....and whilst I knew he was good looking, Steve, until then had been just my elder sibling whom I'd secretly admired and loved ever since childhood.
I was naked when he opened his eyes - the nightdress no longer seeming to have any modesty value - he smiled....and seemed more his usual self.
"Don't say sorry...don't even think of it!" I said in an authoritative but welcoming voice.
"I hadn't any intention," he replied, "in fact to go one step further Shezanne, I've always lusted after you from the day you were ....well...when I saw you in the bathroom after you'd had a shower. You looked so good so - well last night, if you'd screamed, slapped my face, kicked me out...whatever it would have been worth the try." I was tempted to tell him that my feelings for him had been the same for as long as I could remember but instead decided discretion to be the better part of valour.
Instead, as if he were my latest conquest I'd picked up in a night-club I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his lips, gently at first then at once, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He responded, our saliva gushed and flowed between us, our tongues intertwined and the hot flush of impending need and lust started to flow through my whole body. My hand reached for his penis, that same little piece of white flesh dangling from his groin I remembered seeing when we were children had now become a raging swollen monster. I stroked it gently as once again his hand reached out and cupped my breast. We'd started something - something so big I think we both knew it was unstoppable. His lust was rising as I stroked his cock and now clear fluid emanated from its tip, running down and sticking to my fingers, making my hand slide ever easier over his purple glans. I opened up the little slit and looked deep within that tube still exuding his pre-cum and without any further thought licked away the translucent juice. "Breakfast is served!!" A sharp knock on the door brought us sharply out of ecstasy and back into the real world.
Breakfast was superb, the hotel dining room looked out onto the mountains and hillsides of the Lake District and I found it quite easy to pose as my brothers partner - at least I knew how many sugar cubes he had in his tea. The whole day - Christmas Day - was as if the depression of the day before had never been - for both of us. A long walk in the bracing air, a sumptuous Christmas dinner and a large bottle of cognac in our room topped the whole day and now it was evening, the cognac fast depleting and both our heads beginning to spin - we were contented and as one with each other. We spoke of, and discussed so many things we wouldn't have dreamed talking of prior to last night.
