Stacy's Story - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Story - Part 2

... with his paper, smiling at me as he went. Then my brother turned around and saw me coming towards him and I swear his eyes doubled in size! He was looking me up and down and I loved it! Then, of course, we remembered we were in the company of our parents who may not understand, or like, their two offspring undressing each other with their eyes, much less our antics from the previous night. I sat down on the chair next to Paul and slid my legs under the table. “Good morning, dear brother,” I said trying not to giggle, and failing. “Ah good morning dear sister,” he said in a very posh, almost royal voice which made us both start giggling with each other. Mum turned around holding my cups of coffee set it down on the table in front of me, looking at us with a confused smile as she did so. I knew that she must have been surprised to see that Paul and I were suddenly the best of friends, but then, what mother wouldn’t smile at that? When she turned around again to get my dad’s cup I felt a hand on my upper thigh. I jumped a little and felt like my body temperature had shot up through the roof. My brother was feeling me up at the breakfast table! Mum turned around and the hand quickly withdrew, as she walked past with dad’s cup Paul half stood up, I thought he was leaving the table but then I saw what he was doing. With mums back turned he was rearranging himself, his erection was clear as day, like a tent pole inside his sweat pants. He reached down into his trousers and ...

... straightened his cock so it was pointing straight up, in line with his stomach, and then sat back down with relief etched on his face “I’ve had that since I saw you come in the room,” he whispered to me with a smile. “And I’ve been waiting for ages to sort it out, I thought it was gonna tear through my trousers!” We both started laughing and in my I was imagining him sat there with everyone around and a big hole in his trousers where his cock had torn through, thanks to his sexy older sister. We stopped laughing and mum came back to the table and sat opposite us, our hands kept to ourselves. “What are you doing today?” mum asked me. “Oh, I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “I might go and have a mess around on the PC or something, or phone Kerry for a bit.” (Kerry was a friend I met online, we weren’t close and we’d never met in person but I was grateful for a friend to chat to.) “How about you?” she said turning to Paul. “Are you still going out tonight?” “Yeah,” he said, smiling. “More than likely, I fancy a night out.” My heart sank what if he met a girl? Or what if a girl came on to him? What if he found someone there that he liked and what would that mean for…? “Why don’t you come with me Stace?” He said, knocking me out of that sequence of thought, “it’ll be a laugh.” I thought about it for a moment. “Ok why not?” I replied, suddenly nervous and excited at the thought of us being out together like an actual couple, as I said before I was never a ‘going out’ type of person, but ...