The Man Who Would Pay - 5
Alcohol and talking to my younger, sex-starved brother about what I was doing wasn't the best mix. It was Friday. The end of the week and the two of us were relaxing in the living room while Mum and Dad were out with friends. They wouldn't be back until late and we had the house to ourselves.
Pizza, a bottle of wine and my story of sucking Lawrence's cock that first time had a tent in Daniels's jogging bottoms. He didn't even try to hide it.
"So you didn't even get a shag?"
I laughed.
"No. Nothing. I put so much effort into sucking him off and got dismissed.
I was so horny I had to stop on the way home and take care of business in a lay-by."
I giggled manically.
"And this is a guy you work with?"
"Yeah. You wouldn't have a clue to look at him. He's gorgeous. But only fucks prostitutes."
"Or not."
I laughed again before downing the last of the wine. My head was swimming and I wasn't thinking so straight.
"Fucks like Superman when he does do it though. That was the second time. Goes like an Ariston."
"A what?"
"Washing machines. Years ago, before you and me, they had an ad. 'Ariston. Goes on and on' or something like that. I only know coz Dad used to say it about me when I was little and talked too much.
Well, that's what Lawrence was like. He went on and on and on.
I'm still sure he'd taken something."
"I'm beginning to see why you like this life."
I stared into my wine. It reflected my thoughts along with the light from the table lamp.
"I feel a fake though. Sometimes. I'm not a fucking supermodel or Margot Robbie. I mean, am I really worth paying for it? Small tits, big arse. Sometimes I think it's me who should be paying them. I don't think I'm that great."
I was conscious of Daniels's pause. And of the softness in his voice when he finally answered.
"I think you are."
"Why thank you, little brother."
"I meant what I said. I would do you."
I turned my eyes toward him sharply, seeing the glint in his. I reacted to the sudden seriousness in his voice. The only way I knew how.
"Now that's fucking weird."
He swirled his drink and stared into it. I don't suppose it was a surprise. He didn't have another outlet. And now I was telling him all the juicy details after each encounter, it must be driving his cock crazy.
"It's not unknown for siblings." He said without looking up.
"Christ Daniel, you're my brother."
That wasn't the no it had supposed to have been.
"I'll use a condom."
I looked at the boner pushing his joggers up. So fucking obvious. Anyone else would have moved and hidden it.
"No. It's wrong."
I shook my head even as a tingle raced up my spine. No, I shouldn't have drunk so much wine while talking about having a guy pound me.
"So you'll suck off a complete stranger, but not me?"
"Daniel. That's sick. You're flesh and blood family."
"And horny."
"Yeah. I can see that."
I felt sorry for him. I knew what it was like to be overcome with need and not have someone. We all did at some point.
Daniel didn't let it go.
"Think of the thrill. Doing something illicit. Pushing the barriers. You said you liked taboo.
What's more taboo than brother and sister?"
I put my hand up.
"No. Just no. Okay.
I'm going to my room. And you... stop drinking. Otherwise, you won't be able to get it up even on your own."
I put my feet on the floor and headed for the stairs.
"Jerk off if you have to, but do it quietly."
Jesus fuck. My brother had just made a pass at me.
Sleep didn't come to me when I lay in bed. Christ, I was horny. Daniel and his fucking talk of incest had done that to me. Now I had to hump my pillow knowing he was in the next room listening. Probably jerking off.
"For fucks sake."
I rolled onto my back and stared up at the shadows playing on the ceiling. I hadn't taken a client in over a week. A forced break I couldn't avoid once a month. Things were back to normal now and I needed it. Couldn't exactly pick a client and say I'd be there in thirty minutes, so it was going to be the lonesome way.
My hand went beneath my bed shirt to find my warm, wet place. A moment later, I was kicking the bed sheets away.
"Hmmm."
I shuddered as my fingers slipped under the hem of my panties and began an idle play with the soft folds of flesh sitting between my thighs. The heat rose rapidly. I rolled my eyes up and swallowed.
"Oh, Jesus."
If I wanted to sleep, I'd have to cum. Either I fingered myself or rode my pillow.
Or, I could just let Daniel. He was a good-looking lad and he hadn't inherited the ginger gene so that would make it seem less ... I lay in shock at my thoughts. Some fantasies weren't to be had. And that was one of them.
I pressed my thighs together tightly as another wave of demand came from downstairs. For a few minutes, I lay there refusing to let my mind talk. To do so would be dangerous given the effect of the copious amounts of alcohol in my veins.
Then I got up.
I pushed the door to Daniel's bedroom and let it glide open silently. There he was, lying on top of his bed with his phone in his hand. He knew I was there, but he just carried on scrolling. I'd have laid money on it being Pornhub or Hamster. I stood in his doorway just staring at him in his joggers. He still had a hard-on. I could see it pressing against the material. That just made me hornier. My hand went back to my pussy without a thought of him seeing me play with myself.
"What would you want to do?"
Christ. I sounded like I was asking one of my clients. He looked up at me with the same seriousness I was regarding him.
"Nothing crazy.
A blow job and a fuck?"
I let my tee shirt fall back and crossed my arms as I thought about it. Christ almighty. Why was I even considering this?
"I can't look at you while you're doing it," I said matter of factly.
"I'll do it from behind."
