Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or critical welcomed. Please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. 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.
It was another early Friday finish and I was sat on the bus watching the snow as it fell, settling on the paths but the roads had been gritted by the council, so they were still slushy and snow free. Off the bus the paths were treacherous, and it was a slow very careful walk home. Once home I shook the snow from my Vivian Westwood coat and put it across a chair in front of the radiator to dry.
I couldn't be bothered to even think about dinner yet, and just flicked the kettle on to make a mug of tea, the door knocked. Looking though the spyhole I could see it was Simon my youngest brother, youngest, but still older than me, I was the actual youngest of the four siblings. I opened the door.
"Come on in, quick before you let all the heat out." I said almost dragging him inside.
"Hi Sis," he said, "sorry to intrude unannounced."
Intruding unannounced seemed to be the way forward at my house, last week it had been Dad because Mum had gone down to see Gran in Worcester.
"Not a problem Bro, what's up, or is this just a social?"
"I have split up with Sally, actually, she has split up with me and gone back to her parents."
"Oh, okay, I don't know what to say about that, how are you feeling?"
"Okay, we split because she wanted kids and I am not ready yet, so she said that was the end, packed her clothes and went. I couldn't talk to Gaz or Mike, they never liked Sally."
Gaz and Mike are my two other brothers, both married and both, as far as I know, still in the early flushes of marital bliss.
"I guess she decided her biological clock was ticking too fast. Shame, for you I mean."
"Well, I thought we were okay, I mean we never argued, Mum always said, never part on an argument, whether it is physical leaving or leaving by going to sleep, and I thought the easiest way to ensure that was simply not to argue. So I didn't."
God I would find that annoying if I was with someone and they refused to argue with me, sometimes you just have to clear the air, but well, I am not with anyone, so I have no one to argue with, except that blond in the bathroom mirror, and I always win against her.
"Okay Si, well, grab a seat, I am just making a mug of tea? D'ya want one?"
"Please, just milk."
I had to put a little more water in the kettle and reboil it, these days I tried to only heat what would be used at the time. If I am home for the day I often fill a thermos flask with hot water and use that to make tea, saves keep reboiling the kettle.
I made two teas and sat on my Sofa with Simon.
"So, what is next, does she have any equity in the flat?"
"No, I had bought that before we got together and she moved in, anyway, the mortgage company own nearly all of it, and it is only in my name. If she asks for anything, furniture wise, I would probably let her have it, just for a quiet life."
"It is sad, but that is a key thing for you guys to be at odds over, so, yeah, the split is probably for the best."
"I know, but I didn't want to be alone."
"So Bro, ask yourself this, are you sad because you miss her, or because you are alone. The answer to that will pretty much tell you everything you need to know."
"I know, you're right, but I am still sad, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"Do you wanna go out and eat? Sharesies?"
So, he isn't even going to buy his sister her tea, such a skinflint. "Yeah, there's an Indian and a Chinese nearby, I did the Indian last week, so would prefer the Chinese for a change, you know?"
"Cool, Chinese is fine by me. Walkable?"
"Yeah, fifteen minutes tops, it is on the High Street."
"Right, grab your coat and some boots, that snow was coming down thick, and was showing no signs of letting up."
I grabbed my winter boots from under the stairs and wrapped my Vivian Westwood around me, I was still in my work wear, and that was decent, and I really didn't want to dress up like I had done for Dad a week ago. I just didn't.
Simon put his coat on and we headed off, there was no point in taking an umbrella, not for snow, snow just lays on the umbrella and makes it heavy, and snow isn't wet the way rain is, so you can just keep brushing it off.
We set off through what was almost a blizzard, the snow was settling on the roads too now, the earlier grit no longer having an effect. There was over an inch on the footpaths and peoples drives and gardens, it looked as if were set for the night, Simon would do well to get home later.
The Chinese was virtually empty, I guessed only idiots were venturing out. We ordered some Chinese beers for whilst we were waiting and then we ordered chow mein, sweet and sour chicken, crispy chilli beef and Chinese chicken curry, and some prawn crackers, some fried rice and some plain rice. I also asked for a fork each, I am pretty useless with chop sticks.
I sat back in my chair and looked through the window at the outside. There were hardly any pedestrians, and only a few cars, I guessed people had heeded the severe weather warning and had decided to stay in. Everyone except us that is, but then it was walking distance back to my place, or, as it increasingly looked, trudging distance, call me Trapper Natalie, the snow was falling so heavily that you could hardly see the other side of the road.
We drank the beers, the waiter replaced them every time they were empty, which was often. The food went down, the talk got more intimate.
"Sally preferred it from behind," Simon said, "she said she loved the feel of it more that way, my dick fitted her better than if I lay on her," he said. "How do you prefer it Nat? On your knees or on your back, does it feel different to you?"
I was probably four or five beers in, any sense of propriety was long gone, "a good shag is a good shag, I don't mind, as long as it is in my fanny. Each feels different in a different nice way."
"You're a woman," he said, nice of him to notice, "how does it feel different, I mean a fanny is a fanny, a dick is a dick, how can it possibly feel different?"
The waiter brought more beer to the table and I waited until he had gone before I answered.
"If you go from in front you can rub against my clitoris as your dick is inside me, and it rubs against a different part of my fanny at the bottom. If you go from behind then my clit doesn't get rubbed and your dick would hit more against my womb and that is a different feeling, I love them both."
