My story continues a few years later. After my one oral attention to Richard and apparently crude suggestion to him, we went our separate ways, little knowing that our next meeting would change both our lives permanently.
Chapter 3: Richard returns
My course was a three-year one, at the end of which I was appointed to a primary school in Aldershot. In that time I had a succession of boyfriends, and probably more sex than the rest of the teachers added together! Two of my flings became serious enough affairs to enable us to live together, if only for a short time, but I soon began to realise that I was much too fond of sex too hold down a serious relationship for more than a few weeks.
On school breaks I would go home to Reigate to see my parents and on rare occasions Richard was there too. He had grown more confident and, although we didn't discuss our sex lives in detail, he informed me that at last he had a girlfriend and that things were progressing for him in the bedroom. For a reason I was to find out later, he refused to tell me who she was. Despite my own current relationship I still fancied him, and at those rare family gatherings I would have dropped my pants in a flash at his word, in private of course!
A year into my job in Hampshire I met a hunk of a soldier called James. We fell in love, made love and conceived a child, all on the first date in the back seat of his car at the rear of the local football club. The child I miscarried after four months, and Jim I lost to a Taliban bullet two years later. He never forgave me for smoking while I was pregnant and, apart from a few happy months shacked up in his barracks, we never really hit it off after that. Shell-shocked at losing him, I remained teaching at the same school, gaining a little promotion in the process. I had also bought my own little terraced house in a secluded lane in a village outside nearby Woking. Disillusioned, I entered a two-year spell of self-imposed celibacy.
Three months ago my brother at last met the girl of his dreams, and was engaged to get married to Clare in July. I first met her at Easter and was immediately convinced that she was not the right woman for him. She confided in me that Richard was still rather shy in the bedroom department, which for her, and just like me, was a quite a priority. She admittedly had the looks, he had been transferred north to a shore position at Rosyth in Scotland and was earning extremely good money, and I suspected she was along for the ride. He however was besotted with her, so I felt it wrong for me to interfere. All the same, I would have been surprised at the time if the marriage lasted a complete year. As it happens it didn't even get as far as the church.
A furious banging on my front door caused me to stagger sleepily to the window. It was my brother, looking very distraught and soaked to the skin. The sun had barely risen, partly hidden behind leaden July clouds.
"Don't you keep your bloody phone on at night?" Richard knew only my mobile number.
I unlocked the ancient oak door, "Why, whatever's wrong Rich?"
I took his wet coat, he had had a long walk, my lane is too narrow for cars and it had been pouring cats and dogs all night.
"Sit down while I make some coffee." He sank wearily into the nearest chair.
"Nice place you have Sue." He hadn't been here before. "Clare and I could have had a place like this."
As I filled the coffee maker I reacted to the tone in his voice, "What do you mean by could have?"
"We just broke up, wedding cancelled."
A cup slipped from my grasp, bouncing unbroken on the wooden floor, "Oh fuck, what's happened?"
I sat down beside him and placed my arm around his shoulders, trying to feign a respectable amount of surprise. It was never going to be a marriage made in heaven, or in the bed for that matter. Even so, two week's notice was shabby to the extreme.
For a moment he was silent, lost in his thoughts, then he turned to me with tears in his eyes.
"We both went to a party on Thursday and while I was talking to an old friend she was seen going into the garden hand-in-hand with some bloke."
"Shit! The bitch!"
"When someone eventually told me, I took a look for myself, but they had gone."
I kissed his hair. "Poor Rich. What did you do?"
He sighed deeply, "I went home, tried her mobile but that was on divert. I was worried she had been abducted or something, especially when her sister rang asking for her too. When I described the man that had been seen with her, she blurted out that it must have been her ex-boyfriend."
He looked sadly into my eyes, "She's gone back to him Sue."
"How can you be so sure?"
"All the time we were together, she never stopped talking about him, comparing me with him, and not only in the bedroom. I guess I should have known."
Perhaps size isn't everything after all, I thought to myself. Rather selfishly I sat opposite him with fond memories of that nine-inch cock. Here was I, next to naked in the flimsiest of dressing gowns, alone with my brother for the first time in seven years, and he was once again unattached. Suddenly I had a yearning to hold a nice stiff cock again, and preferably the one within arm's length!
I stand corrected. Size does matter! Particularly his size. Suddenly I wanted to do all those naughty things we did together back at home. In the years since those horny times I had regularly got myself off to that memorable vision of him shooting his cum on to my pussy and breasts. But now was not the time to get horny with my brother. Step-brother, I kept on reminding myself. As we sipped at our hot coffee I questioned him about his sexual relationship with Clare.
"I know you think I'm a bit backward in that department, but she wasn't my first proper girlfriend, Sue."
What I did know was, that at twenty-four years old, he had still been a virgin. And with that cock too! What a waste for us poor girls!
"I'm interested, tell me more."
"Umm, you know when I did that spell at sea?"
"After the academy you mean?"
"Yes. We had a stopover in Cape Town and I met a local girl, and we went to bed together, first date too."
"That's cool Rich, surprising for you."
He put down his cup and, with a concerned look, asked me if I was okay with him sharing this very private episode in his life. I leaned forward and took his hand and reminded him that I had once shared with him every detail of the night I lost my cherry to my first serious boyfriend David. Not forgetting all the times we had masturbated together watching porn. And of course that delicious first blowjob!
"So tell me about this girl, was she black?"
"Sort of olive really, she had a Dutch father and an African mother, huge breasts and long black hair. I met her in a bar and we got a little drunk, or rather I did. Then she put her hand down there," pointing to his groin.
"Wow, she was forward. Were you hard?" My head was swimming with fond memories of feeling that big cock for myself.
Richard, now 29, was still young enough to blush, "Bloody right I was, she was incredibly sexy and had been coming on to me all evening. I was still hesitant though, I was worried she might be on the game." That thought had already entered my suspicious mind.
"I don't think that would have mattered Rich, not for your first time, There's a teacher at the school where I work who goes with women like that. His wife's got a problem and can't fuck, so instead of having an affair, and nearly with me as it happens, he pays to get rid of his frustration."
"Well, I can tell you she wasn't like that. Apparently she had caught her fiancée screwing someone else and wanted revenge. Some coincidence huh?"
"It's a small world Rich. More coffee?"
"Can I get a shower first? I've been driving half the night and feel real scruffy. I brought you a pressie by the way."
