Lust Or Love 5

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

All email comments good or critical welcomed. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

When I got home from Lola's I dived in the shower, it had been a very sexual night and morning and I had been soaked more than once. Lola, it turns out, is a bit of a gusher. Nothing wrong with that, and I did use her shower, and that turned into another gush fest, and I decided to give up and shower at home.

After a thorough sluicing, washing everywhere inside and out, I went downstairs naked and put some bacon under the grill. As I was spreading lard on some crusty sourdough my phone went, a facetime from Petra.

"Hello," she greeted.

"Hello, are we still on for tonight?" I asked.

"Yes. Pan down."

"What do you mean pan down?"

"Pan the camera down, I want to see you."

"I am naked, I have just got out of the shower."

"Exactly, show me what I am missing."

I panned the camera down, and my dick, realising it was becoming the centre of attention, firmed up and began to point forwards rather than hang down."

"Closer," Petra said, and so I held my phone closer to my now fully engorged dick.

"Wank it for me, I'm not there to do it."

"No," I said and brought the phone back up to my face. "No, if you want that, you need to be here in person, you are not wanking me by proxy."

"Spoilsport," she said.

"Well, I don't suppose you want to finger yourself for me on facetime, so it's the same."

"I would, if you asked."

"Well, okay, go on then, show me."

The phone image rocked a bit and then settled. She had rested it somewhere that gave me a view of her knickers. Her hands appeared, her bum lifted and her knickers came down revealing her cleanly shaven fanny in all its glory. I watched as her finger slipped in between her plump outer fanny lips, easing them apart.

Her inner fanny was revealed in all its glory, her red valley floor surrounded by her grey inner lips, her entrance and her clit, small and proud at the top end of her valley. Her finger began circling her clit, and as she moved her fingers I could see her entrance pulse, almost as if it were breathing, opening and closing, ready for action.

Her finger began to move faster and I could see that as well as circling, she was also pressing, as if pushing her clit back into a box. I could hear her gasping, gulping in air as her finger worked her pleasure button.

"Oh fuck," she gasped and rotated her finger faster and faster and then simply pressed, her hole opening and closing like the mouth of a goldfish. I could hear her breath as she gulped in air, heavy breathing as she came down from her high.

"There, see, told you I would." She said between gasps of breath.

"Indeed, you did, do you know where we are going tonight?"

"Centre of town, probably Sunbridge."

"Okay. And you are picking me up, or shall I make my own way?"

"We'll pick you up by taxi, we may let you make your own way home if that's okay?

"Yes fine, no worries."

The call ended and I made my bacon sandwich, I didn't mind that the bacon was now cold. I added it to the crusty sourdough and with lashings of brown sauce, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went and sat in front of the TV, watching the sports scores as they updated. I had the sound down, I didn't need the over excited rantings of once famous sports stars now eking out a living as commentators.

The bacon was good, and should keep me going until later, I was pretty sure we would grab a burger or pizza or maybe a kebab whilst we were out. After I had cleared away and tidied the kitchen, all the soiled plates and grill pan in the dishwasher, I went up to get ready.

Blue silk boxers first, and then grey socks. Shirt was a double cuff pale green oxford with Emerald cufflinks, trousers were a bottle green slack, and a tan brown belt, shoes would be brown tan to match the belt. I had a light grey jacket to complete. Fully dressed and pockets containing the necessary, I went downstairs and watched tail end of the sports results before it was time to go outside and wait for the taxi.

There was a light drizzle falling, so I stayed in my porch as I waited for the taxi, which arrived only a minute late, not bad. I hurried to the car and as I approached a back door opened and I scooted inside.

"Okay driver, thank you," Petra said, no one else was in the car.

"It would have been a squeeze with all of us in this car, so Michael and his sister Sandra went in a separate Taxi and will meet us there. I assume that's okay?"

"Absolutely," I said settling back into the seat. Petra turned and kissed me, her hand on my upper thigh, almost touching, but not quite, my now hardening dick. I returned the favour with a hand up her dress.

"Oh, you naughty girl," I said as I encountered bare flesh, no knickers.

She just laughed. It didn't take too long to get into the centre of town. The taxi dropped us near to Sunbridge, and we walked the few yards to the entrance. Petra walked up to Michael and embraced him, next to him stood a blond woman, presumably his sister.

"Hello," I said, "you must be Sandra, I am Paul, Petra's brother"

"Hello Paul, yes."

"Come on," I said putting my arm through hers, "let's leave these lovebirds to wallow in each other's arms and head off." I turned to Petra and Michael, "we're off to Wallers," I said, "see you in there, or not, your call." I laughed and Sandra chuckled as he headed into Sunbridge Wells, Bradfords underground night time resort.

"So, Sandra, Sandy, or something else?" I asked.

"Sandy usually, but Sandra works too. Mum always calls me Sandra, Dad always uses Sandy, so either is easy."

"Excellent, I may chop and change between the two, not because I am forgetful, or even inconsistent, but because depending on the situation and conversation at the time, one may fit better than the other."

"I guess that you are Paul, I am assuming there is no nick name that I should know about."

"You are right, I am simply Paul. Not much that you can abbreviate it to. Right then, what would you like to drink?

"Glass of white please."

I left her sat at a table and went to the bar and ordered two glasses of white wine, we may get a bottle, we may not, it would depend on whether the wine was any good and also whether Sandy wanted to stay here or not.

We were halfway down out wine before Petra and Michael put in an appearance. There wasn't really room at our table for four, so they adopted a table just a little way over. Goodness only knows what they had been doing before they followed us in, and it didn't really matter to be honest.

"Are you in your own place, sharing, or what?" I asked.

"I have my own two bed place out in Heaton," she said. "It's not brilliant but it is mine and the banks, so I am quite happy. What about you?"

"I have a place not far away in Cottingley."

"Ah yes, just down the road really. What do you do or are you a man of means?"

"I wish! I am self-employed; I provide consultancy to large firms and government agencies, working mostly from home, rarely in their office, they do so seem to struggle to find desk space these days. Zoom works well too."

"How exciting, I work at an estate agents, I do lettings and some showings. Very boring. I am doing a day release course in Property Management at Shipley college."

"Cool, funded by your employer?"

"Yes, thankfully."

We chatted back and forth and as we were laughing at some odd office behaviour that we had both seen, Petra came over.

"We're moving on," she said, "what about you?"

I looked across at Sandy, "fancy moving or are you happy staying here?"

"Let's stay for a while, at least we have a table here," she said.

"Good point well made. We're staying put sis. Text you later no doubt."

Petra gave me an odd look and went back to Michael, and with a wave and a smile they left to go else where.

"They do burgers and stuff if you fancy some food," I said to Sandy.

"Yeah, a burger would be cool, nothing fancy, I am easily pleased."

I went up and ordered a couple of cheese burgers and fries and also a bottle of the house white that we had been drinking. I went back with the wine and told Sandy that the burgers would be about fifteen minutes.

"Easily pleased you say? What makes you say that?" I asked her.

"Well, I can eat almost anything, although I find Thai a little too spicy, but take me anywhere, sit me down, and I can pretty much find something on a menu to eat."

"You see, for me, there is a difference between eat and enjoy. What do you enjoy the most?"

"Oh I see what you mean. Chinese I think. When I am given a choice I almost always opt for Chinese, or a Sunday Roast, I love a roast on a Sunday."

"Perhaps we should have gone for a Chinese rather than a burger then." I smiled at her.

The evening went on, we didn't see Petra or Michael and then it was time to put Sandy in a taxi and for me to head home. We parted with hugs and a peck on the cheek and when the Uber dropped me off at home I simply stripped and got into bed and the world faded to grey and then black and then it was morning.

Bacon under the grill, beans grinding in the espresso machine, the aromas in the kitchen were simply delightful. The door banged and the bell rang. I looked through the spyhole, Petra. I opened the door and let her in.

"I hope there is enough of that for me," she said looking at my dick; I hadn't bothered dressing yet, the plan had been to take a bacon sandwich and a coffee back to bed and have a lazy morning.

"I hadn't been expecting company," I said giving her a kiss, "but I was planning on taking a bacon sandwich and a coffee back to bed. You are welcome to join me, I can put more bacon under the grill."

"Yes, do. So, what did you think of Sandy? Did you fuck her?"

"I like her, but not really my type I don't think, and no, I put her in a taxi at about eleven I think it was."

"Wow, I bet you could have you know, if you'd wanted to."

"Maybe I could have, but I enjoyed her company, and I would see her again if she wanted, but actually, the thought of shagging her never occurred, isn't that odd. Perhaps Lola is having an effect on me."

I made a second coffee for Petra and then cut four slices of crusty white, spread lard on them and added the bacon. I waved the brown sauce bottle at Petra who nodded, I added brown sauce over the bacon, put the lids on and cut each sandwich in half. I handed a sandwich and a coffee to Petra.

"Right, I am going back to bed," I said and headed out of the kitchen back upstairs to my room. I had just settled when Petra came in. She put her coffee and sandwich on the bedside table and stripped and got in next to me.

"Sandwich first?" She asked.

"Hell yes," I answered, "Sunday mornings are primarily for bacon and coffee."

"See, I thought it was for shagging."

"That too."

"But bacon first?"

"Bacon first." I savoured my bacon sandwich, slowly chewing each mouthful wand washing it down with a coffee. When all was done, I lay back and let out a contended sigh.

"Perfect," I said, "and now ten minutes relaxation and then the second priority for Sunday mornings."

"Shagging?"

"Shagging."

My phone rang, it was a facetime from Lola, I ignored it, how could I explain my naked sister in my bed? Answer, I couldn't. I lay back thinking of Sandy last night, the thought of trying to get her into bed, hers or mine, just hadn't occurred. I suspected I was preoccupied with Lola, although Lola and I were still early days.

My ten minutes had passed. I flung the quilt back and turned and planted a kiss on Petra's navel. She giggled, it seemed I was tickling, and I moved south, my tongue initially ignoring her clit, I slid down her crease, her inner lips folding around my tongue. I dabbed at her hole, pressing slightly in, before pulling her legs back upwards, revealing her perineum and sphincter.

I kissed along her perineum and then her anus, pressing my tongue hard against her, kissing her and attempting to penetrate her most reserved place. I rotated on the bed so that my dick was at Petra's face and my face at her fanny. I eased her plump outer fanny lips apart and kissed her fanny as it opened, my tongue delving inside.

She tasted divine, a sweetness and an edge of umami and a back note of sour, her fanny wet and red, had she shagged Michael before coming here I wondered, it didn't matter to me if she had, I was still going to suck and fuck her, that is what brothers do. I felt her breath on my dick and my foreskin being pulled down. Her tongue on my rim was electrifying, and my balls tightened in anticipation.

I blew into her fanny as if I were pumping up a balloon, and as I eased my mouth away, her fanny released the air in a long reverberating fart, I smiled, I knew she hated when I did that. I kissed her fanny, my tongue pressing passed her entrance and deep inside her opening, shagging her with my tongue as my finger slowly circulated on her clitoris, dabbing as I moved.

Petra sucked my dick into her mouth, her fingers holding my foreskin back beyond my rim, her teeth nibbling at my glans, and then holding my foreskin back as her tongue lapped across my glans, pressing at my pee hole, my dick throbbing at the attention it was receiving.

Petra began moving her mouth up and down my dick, shagging me with her mouth as I licked her fanny, tasting her, pressing my tongue inside her.

"Jeez, enough," she gasped pushing me away from her fanny. I turned around on the bed and covered her, my dick pressing at her entrance, hovering, ready. I pressed forward and my dick forced her petals apart and made its way through her entrance, Petra gasping as I widened and penetrated her fanny.

Slowly I pushed in, feeling her bumps and ripples as her fanny wrapped itself around my dick, her muscles squeezing my dick as I plumbed her depth. She gasped as I reached bottom, my glans pressing against her depth, her fingers digging into my shoulder blades. I eased back slowly, feeling my foreskin unravel and cover my glans once more.

I hovered at her entrance, my dick almost out, not quite in, her petals fluttering as they tried to suck my dick back inside her body. I thrust, my pubis slapping hard against her mons, my balls rattling on her thighs, Petra gasping, her feet pressing into my buttocks as I shagged into her.

I pulled back and then thrust in, faster and faster, harder, my foreskin sliding up and down my shaft, my glans revealing and hiding, my balls twitching, Petra gasping, clinging to me, and then her fanny clamped hard, squeezing my very essence. My balls pinched and I spurted deep inside her fanny as she gasped and dug her nails into my back.

I had a shower after Petra left and I was sitting downstairs in my robe when Lola facetimed me.

"Hi. I tried earlier but no answer." I knew that; I had ignored her because my sister had been naked in my bed, and it would have been difficult to explain.

"Oh, sorry," I answered, "I may have been in the shower."

"How was your date last night?"

"Oh it was okay, my sister has chastised me for not trying to shag her brother's sister and for sending her safely home in a taxi."

"Ah, I see, was she ugly?"

"Gosh no, it just didn't occur to me, I had a pleasant evening, full stop, the end."

"Right then." She said, her face one of amusement.

"Right then, so, how is your day looking?" I asked her.

"Kind of blank at the moment," she said, with a smile in her voice.

"Would you like to come here and be slightly less blank?"

"Well, I would, but I don't know where you live."

"That's true."

"Yes."

"Well, I suppose I could tell you, and then, you know, you could put it into your satnav and kind of find your way here, you know, if you fancied."

"Yes, you could tell me. Is that the kind of thing that you feel that you could share?"

Enough of the banter. I gave her my address and we ended the call. I ran up to my room and quickly stripped the bed, it showed evidence of my sister having been here, and I remade the bed with clean bedding, and then I got dressed ready for her arrival. Before I left my bedroom I shucked the covers back to make it look as if I had simply got out of the bed.

She arrived about ten minutes after I had got back downstairs and was just putting fresh beans into the coffee maker. I opened the door and as she came in, I hugged her and kissed her. She felt really good in my arms. My dick of course wanted to say hello also and pressed forwards.

"Well then," she said when we disentangled, "this is chez vous?"

"Indeed, yes, this is my humble abode. May I offer you a coffee?"

"Yes please."

I made the coffees and suggested we sit in the conservatory to drink them, the sun was shining and it was pleasantly warm. She took her coffee and followed me out to the conservatory, and sat next to me on the sofa, coffee to the side table and turned to face me.

"Well." She said.

"Well indeed," I answered as she turned to kiss me. I put my hands on her face and kissed her, my tongue probing as I held her.

She murmured approval into my kiss and held my upper arms. I gently pulled back and released her, breaking our kiss and leaning back. I wondered where this was going, it felt more than a prelude to sex.

"I am uncertain," she said, her eyes fixing mine in her glaze.

"How do you mean?" I answered.

"Well, this feels more than just a roll in bed, I am not sure, and I don't want to get hurt."

"Okay, well, as you know, I went out with another woman last night, and it did not occur to me to try and get into her knickers. Apparently, she is feeling insecure this morning as I did not try and shag her. All I thought about was you, not her."

"Yes, I see, so where does that leave us?"

I thought long and hard before replying. "It's early days. This feels more than simply a hook up for sex. I am a little nervous as I wasn't expecting this. I am happy that I feel like this, I simply didn't expect it."

She leant in and kissed me again, her hands holding my arms again. "Can we go upstairs," she asked, "only I need you to undress me."

At this point all I could think of was the relief at having changed the bedding and tidied the room. I stood up and held her hand, helping her to her feet, our coffee lay untouched on the side tables. Somethings, it seems, are more important than coffee.

"This way," I said, "and please excuse the room, I wasn't expecting a visitor."

"I shall mark your room out of ten and I may even sniff your bedding," she laughed as she followed me. Perhaps I should have sprayed some of my cologne on the bed, I hoped that she was joking about sniffing my sheets.

"Oh gosh, I am already feeling concerned," I said as I lead the way into my bedroom.

Lola looked around my room, no dirty laundry and an unmade bed. I hoped it fit in with what she expected, but I didn't want her sniffing my bed, I needed to distract her. I took her in my arms and pulled her shirt up over her head and along her arms, dropping it onto my bedroom chair.

Her bra was a pale blue, lacy, quite sheer and minimalist, considering the weight it had to bear. Her bust was not insubstantial. I wondered if knickers matched. I undid the button on her skirt waist and then lowered the zip, her skirt fell to the floor in a puddle, Lola stepped out of it. Her knickers were boy short style and coordinated with her bra perfectly. I knelt before her and rolled her stocking down her left leg, pulling it over her foot as she raised it, and then repeated with her right. I leant forward and kissed her knickers over where her clitoris should be, Lola gasped.