Stacy's Story - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Story - Part 2

... remembering the safeness I had felt in my brothers arms last night I knew that he would look after me. Mum was surprised too, I could see it in her face and raised eyebrows, but considering Paul had never asked me to go anywhere with him I understood the shock value. “That’s that then,” Paul said standing up, mum stood too finishing her coffee as she did, which reminded me that I’d forgot mine. “Paul, are you ready yet?” dad shouted from the other room. “Yeah, just got to put my shoes on,” Paul replied. “Where are you going?” I asked, sounding more disappointed that I intended. “To the scrap yard to find some parts for the car we’ve been working on, don’t you remember us talking about it?” “No, when are you coming back?” I asked, still sounding like a jealous girlfriend rather than a sister. “Be a few hours,” He said. “After we’ve been there we’ll need to go down to the garages and stuff, and that should be it,” he sounded disappointed too. “No,” dad corrected him. “We need to pick up the engine pieces from the shop in town; they’ll have it at about three o’clock so it’ll probably be getting on for about six o’clock when we get back.” I suddenly disliked my father. “Oh yeah I forgot,” said Paul. Then he turned to me and said, “Don’t worry, when I get back there will be plenty of time for me to get something to eat and get ready to go out tonight.” “Ok,” I said, still disappointed, but also very excited about the prospect of a night out with my brother. Mum and dad walked ...

... out of the back door and outside towards the car, when they were out of sight my brother turned around to look at me. Then he leaned down and planted his lips on mine, parting my lips with his tongue. I felt his hand run up and under my top and take hold of my left breast, giving it a little squeeze which made me tingle all over, we pulled apart with a smooching sound and he quickly checked we wasn’t being watched then turned back to me. “We will go to a club tonight,” he said with his hand still on my breast. “And we’ll have plenty of fun.” He checked over his shoulder once more, and turned back to me again letting go of my breast, but he wasn’t done yet. His hand slithered down to the top of my shorts, I gasped as I realized what he was about to do, then he did it. His hand went down the front of my shorts and he inserted a finger into my pussy, the amount of wetness down there made it easy for him, so easy that he decided to slip two in, without thinking I lifted my rear up off the seat to allow him better access. Here I was, sat at the dinner table with my brother’s forefinger and middle finger inside my pussy and his tongue in my mouth when our parents could come in at any moment. And then… “Paul!” it was dads voice. We almost jumped out of our skins, Paul pulled his fingers out of me and stood upright, with my juices still coating his fingers and I turned around and stood up beside him. “Paul, are you coming or what?” he was still outside! Oh the relief! “Yes dad I’m…” a ...