Watching My Brother
The summer before my twin brother and I started at university, we went on a last summer seaside holiday with our parents. We went to a lovely village on the North Devon coast where we'd been a few times before, but since it was probably going to be our last proper "family holiday", our parents up-graded us and booked into a rather swish hotel right on the cliffs, with its own private steps leading straight down to a little beach.
We'd always looked enviously at its tennis court and manicured lawns. Every year we'd trudge past it on our way back to our holiday apartment, and my dad would say, "Next year, we're going to stay there, then I won't have to lug these effing surf-boards up the effing hill every day." Of course we never did (it was way too expensive), but since this year we'd finished A-Levels and effectively left school, they managed to get a booking well before the official school holidays started. That meant it was both quite a lot cheaper, and not so busy.
The first night, in the lounge after dinner, we'd met up with a woman, Abi, and her daughter Sally, who were doing the same as us. Sally was the same age as Matt and me, and she and my brother seemed to get on pretty well from the start, which was unusual for him. Mind you, her big tits, which she seemed happy to show off in little bikinis, might have had something to do with it. Abi was nice too: friendly and easy to talk to. Her husband was coming down later to join them (I think there was some problem at work which he needed to sort out), but for the time being it was just the two of them, so I think she was glad of some other people to talk to.
One day, my Mum and Dad had gone down to the village to get some postcards, Matt had gone off with Sally somewhere, and I'd been down on the beach, having a swim. After a while, I'd had enough, and came back to the hotel with the plan of grabbing a sun-lounger by the pool. But they all seemed to be taken, so I wandered down to the storeroom in the far corner of the grounds to see if there were any spare ones hanging around down there.
The storeroom was part of a wooden building made up of a few rooms which were basically used as storage for gardening and other maintenance equipment, although guests were allowed to use one of the rooms to stow surfboards and other beach stuff that they didn't want to take up to their rooms every day. There were a few sun-loungers in the corner, so I was about to get one when I heard through the window what sounded like my brother's voice from outside. I went over and looked out, and sure enough there he was, lying on the grass with Sally: she in her bikini, him in his swim shorts. I smiled; he was kissing her on the mouth, and she seemed to be reciprocating eagerly. Good old Matt, he hadn't wasted any time there.
I was just about to open the window and shout something rude at them when something made me pause. I suddenly saw that Matt's hand was actually down inside one of the cups of Sally's bikini top, and as I watched he pulled it down and her large boob just popped out. Oh my god, I hadn't expected that - he was a fast mover! Even from here, I could see her dark nipple standing up all stiff and aroused. He stroked the smooth curve of the bare breast, swirling his finger over the nipple. It crossed my mind that he knew just what to do to arouse a girl - where had he learnt that, I wonder? Not just off the internet, surely.
Their mouths were still pressed together, kissing hard. Then Sally wriggled herself up, put her hands behind her and undid the tie on her bikini top. She pulled it right off, letting both of her big boobs swing loose - she wasn't hanging back either! Matt leant over her and began to kiss all over them. Sally obviously loved this: her head was thrown back, her long hair swishing backwards and forwards, her toes curling into the grass.
A slightly weird feeling of jealousy came over me: I wished it was me getting my nipples sucked like that. Or (just as good) me doing the sucking. I knew it was wrong of me to spy on them, but I couldn't stop myself. Almost without thinking, I slipped my right hand down the front of my bikini bottoms and began to stroke my clitoris, sometimes letting my finger slide lower along the line of my slit. Pushing softly between my lips, I felt how very lubricated I already was. I bet Sally was just as wet.
Suddenly I heard a slight noise just behind me. Quick as a flash, I pulled out my hand, and turned my head. Oh crumbs, it was Sally's mum, in her swimsuit, holding her towel. She'd come in so quietly. Had she seen what I was doing?
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Annie," she said, "I didn't mean to startle you. You just seemed to be watching so carefully. Is there something on the lawn?"
I was blushing furiously with embarrassment.
"What's going on?" she continued, and went over to the window.
"Erm, nothing, Mrs - Abi," I stammered, but it was too late.
"Oh my goodness," she said. I really thought she would get embarrassed and leave, or go out and put a stop to things. But to my surprise she carried on watching. I suppose I could have taken this opportunity to disappear, but I didn't. I looked out of the window too.
During the minute while I had been distracted, things had gone a bit further. Sally had put her hand down the front of Matt's swim-shorts, and I saw her pull out his erect prick. It was big: really stiff. Her little hand only just went round it as she pumped it up and down, releasing his red cock-head from his foreskin.
I heard Abi chuckle. "Look at that," she said softly. "Sally's a lucky girl."
"Erm, yes, I guess so," I said, a bit embarrassed myself.
She smiled at me.
"Aren't old women like me allowed to admire a nice-looking cock?" she said. "You looked as if you were enjoying it when I came in."
I blushed even more.
She chuckled again.
"Don't worry, Annie," she said. "I'm not shocked, and I'm just sorry you heard me come in. I was going to go and leave you to it, but then you heard me."
Then it was her turn to blush, and she hesitated before she went on.
"Watching you touching yourself was nice. I was glad that you were enjoying yourself - even before I saw what you were watching. I don't blame you; it's such a turn-on watching people having sex. I know Sally's sexually active, and that's great. She's pretty sensible, so why shouldn't she enjoy herself?"
