My brother, Ashley, or Bash to his friends and relatives, decided to take a year out before he went to University and travel Africa, Asia and Eastern Europe. It took three years which explains his lackadaisical attitude towards everything. Heading to college, he was a scrawny, mouthy hippie type with a love for anything that blurred reality. He was very intelligent, which made it all the more frustrating that he had decided that all he wanted to be was a crease in the shirt that the world wears. I worried every day while he was away thinking that he would end up as some messed up rent boy who would sleep with anything for a shot of Heroin. He wasn't a junkie when he left but he was travelling to so many places where it was even more accessible than in England and it would be just like him to "give it a try." Thankfully, he proved me wrong.
I had picked him up at Manchester airport and to my surprise; he had turned into a real man. He had grown in every way imaginable. He was 6'2" and, although no 'Arnie' he had filled out well, very well indeed and every muscle, - not that I saw at the airport - in his body was toned to perfection. He had worked pretty much constantly through his travels and while in Thailand began training as a Muay Thai Boxer. He met a beautiful girl, so to speak, and lived with her for almost two years.
When he left, my friends breathed a sigh of relief. He was forever trying to woo them but he was too much of a moron for any of them to even consider considering it. Things had changed in a big way though. I threw a welcome home barbecue party for him and all of my friends turned up. He sipped one bottle of beer and insisted on greeting everyone at the door before he started drinking "properly." I was impressed and very proud of him. He pecked each of them on the cheek, gave them a non-perverse hug and apologised for how he acted toward them when he was younger.
Kenzie had been his biggest crush before he left. He used to stroke her hair, touch any skin she had on show, take photographs of her at any possible chance, begged and pleaded for her to go out with him and shamelessly, with good reason, exposing himself to her several times. It was wrong but I couldn't blame him one bit, she was an absolute stunner. I had even fantasised about her while in my big double bed all alone and that wasn't for me at all to be honest, but I'm pretty sure that every man and woman has a crush on someone of the same sex at some point in their lives.
His surprise barbecue party which his friend, Adam, had let slip while talking to him on the phone, had been a real hoot. Most of my friends who had been repulsed by him when he was younger turned up and several of his stoner friends who he seemed to have lost quite a bit of interest in. Of course he treated them as normal but he didn't sit around with them while they hit bongs, shottys and waterfalls. He did have the odd joint, but then most of us did. The highlight, for me at least, was when my friend Jenny turned up after work. She was now a Police officer and was dropped off in her uniform. At first Bash thought she was a strippogram until realising who she was. She managed to stay dead pan as she arrested him for blowing Marijuana smoke in her face. We all watched on with smiles and smirks accept for Kenzie. She was jealous at Jenny's obvious touching up as opposed to searching.
The party had finished two and half hours ago and I was lying in bed listening to him making a mess of poor Kenzie. She was quite shy even around me. When it came to sex talk, she would shut up and turn a lovely shade of red. Now, however, as I tried to go to sleep all I could hear was her screaming out my brother's name while he treated her to what was evidently fantastic sex.
They stopped, but they had stopped earlier too, so I waited for the screaming to come again at any moment but Kenzie spoke and I was relieved to know that I could sleep.
Wrong!
"No Bash, no more please." She begged. I could hear the exhaustion in her voice. "I can't, I can't do it any more. No Bash ple... Oh, oh, oh my fucking..." She obviously exploded with pleasure again.
I covered my ears with my pillow mumbling curses in regards to them. I heard no more words but Kenzie definitely had another orgasm. I know that much for sure as she was being very vocal.
Ten minutes or so passed and I heard Bash's door open and another minute or so later a tapping on my door.
"What?" I snapped. I get very grumpy when I'm tired.
The door opened slowly and Kenzie peered in from behind it wrapped in a towel. "Janie can I come sleep in here please? He won't leave me alone." Her voice was trembling.
I immediately thought the worse of him. "'Course you can Kenz. Are you okay?" I moved over and lifted the quilt tapping the space beside me.
"Not really." She half giggled stepping into my room tenderly her legs bent slightly at the knee. She slowly sat on the bed and moved, with moans and groans, to lie down.
The smell of sex hit me hard. "What's he done to you?" I asked.
"Everything, at least twice." She said with humour trying to show its face. "I just want to go to sleep, Janie."
"Poor girl." I moved to stroke her for friendly support...
"Don't touch me!" She ordered.
"Sorry. Oh babe you're trembling are you sure you're okay?" I felt for her I truly did, both sympathy and envy.
"He made me squirt and my legs just won't..." She giggled feebly again. "... my legs won't stop: I'm so weak and so, so hot."
"Do you want to swap that towel for a nightie?"
"Please, but nothing that feels sexy!"
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I fetched an old cotton nightie that my Grandmother had brought for me when I was at school, over a decade ago. I kept it mostly for sentimental value as it was the last thing she had gifted me. I occasionally wore it now when doing my house work. I was still the same size as I was at school, could fit in my uniform if I still had it, and Kenzie was exactly the same size, except her larger bust.
I had to help her out of the towel and into the nightie without trying to touch her. As I pulled it down the back of my fingers brushed her side and she shivered with a whine.
"Please don't touch me." She repeated vibrato.
"I didn't mean to." I replied apologetically. It was difficult not to want to touch her. For fear of sounding my own trumpet she did have a great body. Her skin was pale and almost flawless. Only a splash of freckles on her breasts and a tiny mole to the left of her right nipple. I imagined her shaven pussy not looking as smooth after Bash's pounding I envied her breasts mostly, two cups larger than mine. I wanted to touch them, wanted to touch her everywhere my brother had minutes ago but I put that down to just wanting to please and be pleased after listening to their romping, of course my few and far between fantasies of trying Lesbian sex with her were ripe in my mind.
I climbed back in bed and lay on my back staring at the ceiling. Her scent was overwhelming and it was getting to me. I could feel my arousal between my legs and my erect nipples were being softly teased by my silken pyjama top every time I moved. I listened as Kenzie's breathing slowed and evened out. Within five minutes, I could hear her gentle snores, the type that sounded like opening flat pop, a small click and a smidgen of pressure escaping.
"Do you need a drink?" I asked barely louder than a whisper. She didn't reply. I asked again slightly louder but still she slept on. I closed my eyes to sleep but only received visions of Bash and Kenzie entwined in raucous sex. The vision turned me on wildly and although I had no intentions of doing such things with my friend beside me my hand slipped beneath my pyjama shorts to toy with my jealous, needy pussy.
* * * * *
I woke bleary eyed and slightly hung over to Kenzie still snoring away. I couldn't help but smile. She hadn't moved an inch by the look of her position and she still smelt of their passionate few hours.
I moved slowly out of bed so as not to disturb her and made my way down into the aftermath of the celebrations. The kitchen greeted me with the stench of stale beer and marijuana smoke. There were cans, some crushed and bottles with bits of spoilt beer in them. There was wasted, half eaten food. The patio doors were still wide open and from the kitchen window I could see the Garden was even more of a state. The morning sun was being reflected off glass, aluminium and tin making it almost a pretty mess.
While the kettle boiled I grabbed a recycling bin and started to fill it with the bottles. The cans could wait until the noise of crushing them wouldn't bother either of the sleeping beauties. I liked the morning to myself especially feeling how I did.
I moved into the front room which had supposed to have been out of bounds but there were still several bottles and cans, torn Rizla packets, bits of the two demon weeds scattered on the coffee table. I shook my head, turned the TV on, the volume down low and sat amid the mild mess holding my coffee as if the world depended on it. My world certainly needed it.
