A Hero's Welcome Ch. 04 Pt. 01

The relentless pounding of his cock into my anus was having its effect on me; mini-orgasms chased and spun through me, making my belly quiver and my nipples tingle as one after another raced through me. Gerry was feeling it too, and he suddenly pulled me upright, his hands clasping my breasts tightly as he continued to piston his cock into me. The different angle, the feel of his warm hands rubbing and squeezing my nipples, and the whole incredibly filthy, erotic, hyper-sexual scenario we were playing-out here exploded in my mind. I came in a truly shattering wash of pulsating orgasmic shock, an earthquake of pleasure that had me shrieking out as I came like a feight-train, an orgasm no man had ever given me, not even my darling Charlie, inventively dirty-minded sex-god that he was!

As I came my anus tightened as my pussy convulsed and squirted my juices in a spray over the bedcovers, and that tipped Gerry over the edge; I felt his cock swell and stiffen even further, wedging in my tight hole as he spurted what felt like a gallon of hot spunk deep into my bowels, bathing my insides with his delicious cock-cream. Jet after jet of it rammed inside me, his thick cock plugging me so fully that not a drop flowed out, all of it was injected into the place that needed it most; my tight bumhole. As he filled me he continued to ram into me and the sensation of his spunk spraying inside me, his cock continually hammering me, his fingers rubbing and squeezing my tender nipples all combined into one long pulse beat of orgasms, one after another flaring through me, making me gasp and sob in fulfilment.

At last it was over, and I sagged against him, only holding myself upright by reaching behind him and locking my hands behind his neck. Gerry kissed me softly on the base of my neck, and slid his hands down from my breasts to cup my stomach and my pussy, holding me against him as I quivered and twitched in aftershock. He slowly released his grip on me, allowing me to disengage from that columnar cock still jammed in my arse and slide to the bed, so fucking sated it was untrue; I had literally been fucked to a standstill, me, Lorna Boscombe, voracious man-eater, Queen of Kink, and sexually inventive fuck-bunny par excellence, fucked almost senseless by my baby brother; how would I ever live it down!

I was utterly shagged-out; after climbing to that peak of sexual climax, all I wanted to do was sled down the gentle slope on the other side into sleep. Gerry seemed to understand this, and after pulling the soaked bedcovers off the bed and throwing a thick continental quilt from the closet over me, he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me as I spooned against him. The warmth of his body, the decadently thick softness of the quilt, and the reassuring feel of him pressed against me almost immediately sent me into the sleep of the truly jungle-fucked.

I awoke in the morning in a strange room, mildly disorientated for a few seconds, then memory of the previous day, and the hot, semen-soaked night came flooding back, and I turned to look at Gerry, my little brother, asleep naked in bed with me. I tried to work out what I was feeling. I tried to make myself feel revulsion for what I'd, we'd done, or anger at him for what he'd let me do with him, or disgust with myself for instigating the whole thing in the first place, but none of those things happened. Instead, all I could feel for him was complete adoration. I loved him, I loved his body, his sweet face, his soft gentle hands, his deep, soft voice, and most of all, his instant, unquestioning acceptance of me back into his life with no recriminations. I loved him for that and I suddenly realised something else; I loved him because I was in love with him. He'd finally reached that place in me that no-one else had, not even my darling Soldier-Boy, Charlie Manville.

I studied him carefully, noting the line of his jaw, the shape of his nose and chin, the errant wave of bright golden hair falling over one eye even in his sleep, and most of all that smooth, tanned, wonderfully sculpted body of his. In repose he looked young, sweet, and innocent, a little boy again, except no little boy could have a magnificent body like that! No wonder all those girls last night had been throwing themselves at him while I fumed in a corner. Now he was here, with me, and I almost wrung my hands in exultation at the thought; all that was mine, all mine!

But, and this was a big but, he was still my little brother; how did I get past that, and was I actually in love with him, or just deeply in lust? He'd given me a night of sexual pleasure I had never experienced before, with anyone, was I just reacting to that? I needed to get my head around this and sort myself out.

More to the point, how did Gerry feel about this turn of events? He was obviously sexually experienced, so was I just another notch on his belt-buckle, or did he share that connection I was feeling so strongly? I knew that having had this once, I would want it again, and soon. Would we just become fuck-buddies, screwing each other when the opportunity arose while we waited for the 'right' one to come along? I felt a definite unease at that thought; something deep inside me wanted him to be so much more than that, to anchor him more tightly to me than that, but I couldn't ask him; he'd have to tell me himself.

I was studying his features raptly, comparing those features to mine when his eyes fluttered open, to look directly into mine.

"Hello, beautiful!" he murmured, reaching out to touch my lip gently, smiling as I smiled back at him, then his smile disappeared, to be replaced by a look of real concern as two big tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Hey, no, Lor, please, don't do that, please!" he said, reaching for me. "What brought that on, Sis?" he murmured as he cradled me close, his chest broad and firm and reassuring as he held me tightly.

"Please, Lor, tell me what I did, I promise I won't do it again, I swear, baby, don't cry, darling, please!" he whispered as he rocked me gently, holding me tightly and so obviously scared he'd crush me, darling boy that was!

At last I stopped crying, memories of him calling me 'darling' and 'baby' coming to the fore. Was that really how he thought of me, or was he just being comforting? I had to know.

"Gerry," I started, my previous resolve so shaken that I felt I needed to ask him about us "I need to know something. I need you to do something for me; I need you to be honest with me. Will you do that? Please?"

He looked at me in puzzlement, but his big soft hands kept brushing my hair back from my forehead, and his arms around me never relaxed for one second.

"Of course, Lor, anything for you; I would never lie to you or deceive you!"

I heard the ring of truth and sincerity in his voice, and my heart rose.

"Gerry, I want, I need you to be honest with me right now. I want you to tell me what you think of me, what you want from me, and how you feel about me. I have to know, especially after last night!"

Gerry smoothed my hair one last time, and looked directly into my eyes.

"Lor, I kind of worked out that you'd been with a few guys, or maybe not so few, before last night. I don't care about that, truly. I've been with a few girls as well, so I'm hardly likely to take the moral high ground in that kind of dispute!" He grinned fleetingly.

"What I'm trying to say is that you may have had a few blokes before me, but I don't think you understand us as well as you think you do. Some of us, maybe more of us than you think, never forget their first love, even if she doesn't know that's what she was. We go through life falling in love, or not, but always remembering and pining, even a little bit way down inside, for that very first girl, the one who got away. I feel a little silly confessing this now; you were the one that got away from me, but you didn't know it."

"I've been in love with you since I was 12, Lorna, but you were never bothered with me. But that's okay; I guess I was kind of an annoying little tick, but even after everything that happened I never gave you up. I couldn't, you were always my picture of perfection, and I saw you in my mind's eye every single day. No-one ever came close enough to even start to eclipse you; well, maybe one." He looked pensive for a moment.

"I always compared girls I met, or fancied, or got to know, to you, and none of them ever matched up to you. You were the impossible dream!" He grinned at the corny phrase.

"When I saw you yesterday my heart nearly stopped; you were beautiful when you were young, but now you're absolutely stunning! Last night was the best night of my life, like all my Christmases and birthdays had come at once; I finally had you, you were mine, and you wanted me. I almost had to pinch myself to see if I'd wake up. I was actually afraid to go to sleep last night in case I woke up and it had all just been Gerry losing his mind and lucid dreaming about something that could never happen. But here you are, and there it is. I have always loved you, Lorna, I love you now, and I will always love you!"

I sat, open-mouthed in astonishment at him confessing how he felt about me. I'd asked him baldly to tell me what last night had meant to him, and he'd told me, and it was everything I wanted to hear, and more. I thrilled inside as I heard what he said. This was what I had hoped so desperately he would say, and my mind was whirling as my feelings crowded together in my heart, which burst and overflowed.

I launched myself at him, pushing him over onto his back as I landed on top of him, holding his face with both hands as I kissed him madly, wildly, laughing and crying in between deep, heartfelt kisses. Gerry grinned against my lips and held me tight, waiting for the storm to die down while kissing me back as enthusiastically as I was kissing him.

At last we surfaced for air, and Gerry held me up so he could look into my eyes.

"Apparently I said the right thing, Lor! You asked me, I said what I wanted to say, what I never thought I'd ever have the chance to say, and I take you're pleased with what I had to say. I had the chance to tell you, so I took it. Does this mean we're a couple now?"

I grinned at him through my tears.

"Gerald Boscombe, the only thing I want to say is, 'Miss Barkis is willing', always, everywhere, and in any way. I love you too Gerry. I was agonising about this earlier, but you decided me. Now we only have to find a way to make it work!"

Grinning like a pumpkin, Gerry pulled me back down to him.

"Less talk, then, and more play; we have all day to talk, let's fool around for a while!"

That sounded like a good idea; in fact, it sounded like a great idea!

We were just getting interested in some serious mutual groping when there came a hurried knock on the front door. Gerry sat up, looking puzzled.

"Who the hell could that be this early? Everyone I know should be comatose by now! Wait there, sweetie, I'll get rid of them!"

With that, he pulled on a pair of jeans and padded over to the front door.

As he opened it, the lovely oriental girl from the party last night flung her arms around his neck and planted a passionate, lingering kiss right on his lips. All my 'keep away from my bone' instincts reared up followed by a feeling of intense curiosity; was this 'the one' he'd mentioned earlier?

Gerry pulled away from her, holding her by her shoulders.

"Uh Jenna, I'm not alone...!" indicating his bedroom with a nod. Jenna's gaze followed his glance, seeing me through the open door sitting up in bed with the quilt pulled up under my arms, obviously naked. She seemed completely unabashed, instead grinning, then kissing her fingertip and tipping it at me. I couldn't help but grin back; the girl had panache, I had to admit!

"So Gerry, darling, who's the babe?" she grinned, while Gerry just stared at her in confusion. Jenna came into the bedroom and sat on the bed. I took the opportunity to study her; she truly was gorgeous; large expressive almond eyes, a small snub nose, high cheekbones, and wide curving red lips, with a cap of jet black hair cut in a glossy bob surrounding and perfectly framing her heart-shaped face. For some reason she was wearing a tightly belted raincoat, an expensive Burberry by the look of it.

"Hi, I'm Jenna, one of Gerry's...friends. Are you a...friend too?" she grinned broadly, the cheeky innuendo in the question not lost on me, and I found myself warming to her even more.

"Hi, I'm Lorna, and I'm Gerry's...friend!" I smiled back, and that was that.

Gerry came back into the bedroom now that the introductions were done, sat next to me and briefly nuzzled my neck, making me giggle. Jenna grinned at that, and slapped him smartly on his thigh.

"Oww, I must remember not to do that!" she grinned, shaking her hand and winking broadly at me. "Leave the girl alone, Gerry, you'll have plenty of time for that later!"

Gerry smiled slowly at her.

"So what brings you round here at this ungodly hour, Jenna? From what I saw you drinking last night, you should still be sound asleep under someone or other!"

Jenna twinkled at him.

"I was, he rolled over, I got up, got dressed, and came to say goodbye!"

Gerry grinned, but looked puzzled.

"Where are you going Jenna, it's only seven in the morning?"

Jenna smirked and leaned back against the footboard of the bed.

"As of right now, I'm no longer Jenna Kwai Lam. My new legal identity is in place, I'm now Genevieve Cole, got the passport to prove it, and I'm on my way to a research post at Stanford. I wanted to tell you before anyone else. My parents have already decided that I'm getting married; they've basically auctioned me off to the highest bidder. That's where it all goes pear-shaped for them; I absolutely refuse to spend the rest of my life as the wrist ornament of some shrivelled billionaire businessman; do I look like a fucking Rolex, Darling?"

"Tsu Lien Lai has my old passport and name, my parents can try and pass her off as me for all I care, I'm going to California and do research, not rot away a million miles away from anywhere married to some repulsive, tedious old fuck with a teeny-weenie little peenie! No, I'm going to have fun, hopefully I'll find a big shaggy blonde surfer-boy with a cock hanging around his knees and do a little howling of my own!"

Gerry was looking at her in astonishment.

"Jenna, what exactly have you done?"

Jenna grinned broadly, her perfect white teeth flashing.

"Don't worry, Darling Boy, it's all legal! I changed my name a few weeks ago, the college accepted that, and graduated me in my new name. I sort of...forgot to tell the parents when Graduation was, I really didn't want them turning up and spoiling it all, so they're blissfully ignorant in Kuala Lumpur while I'm fucking-off to California with a new name, so all is well with the world! Lai will use my name and my credit card all over the place for a while to lay a false trail for me, then she's joining me in California by a roundabout route, and we'll have a fucking ball. She's also got a post at Stanford, so we can hit the men there in a two-pronged attack!"

Gerry was laughing in delight by the time she'd finished, and I was grinning as well; she'd certainly planned well, and it was so audacious yet simple it couldn't help but work. This approach was something I was going to remember when another situation came up a couple of years later, but more of that later...

Gerry was still looking a little concerned.

"Jenna...Genevieve...whatever, what about your parents? I don't want to piss in your plate, but isn't that kind of a drastic way of making yourself an orphan? You do sort of owe them for paying for all this, so..."

Jenna grinned.

"Nonsense, you gorgeous boy you, they brought this on themselves! I absolutely refuse to be sold off like a piece of meat so they can swan around in the matched Mercedes-Benz's they'll demand as part of the marriage contract! They have other daughters, in fact, if the rumours are true, my father has a whole other family my mother knows nothing about, so they can fucking sell one of them; me, I'm heading off to see if it's true what they say about California surfer boys!"

Gerry smiled sadly.

"So I guess this really is goodbye, then. I'll miss you, Jenna!"

Jenna leaned over and pecked his cheek.

"I'll miss you too, Darling Boy. I came over here for one last hurrah, but you're otherwise occupied, so I suppose I'm wasting my time...?" She asked hopefully, unbuckling and letting her raincoat swing open; she was naked underneath.

I was immediately fascinated, and not a little interested, either. Gerry was obviously interested, but he looked at me helplessly. I wanted to see this, I wanted to watch my boy in action, so I gave him the dirtiest grin I could dredge up, winked at Jenna, and sat back to watch the show.

Jenna grinned a big happy grin and dropped her raincoat to the floor. She really was stunning, a long, lithe body with sexy peach-pink skin, long slim legs, a tiny waist, and high small breasts tipped with dark coral-pink stiffly erect nipples. Her pubes were bare, and the sight of her naked pussy made me feel all warm and liquid inside.

Somehow I knew that I'd be sampling her soon, and the anticipation made my own pussy swell and gently throb. I was always up for a little girl-on-girl, I enjoyed the taste of a sweet succulent pussy as much as I loved the feel of a man inside me or the taste of his cock, and I was eager for my chance to play with this beautiful girl.

Jenna tugged at Gerry's waistband, popping the button on his jeans and grabbing the sizeable bulge pushing out the zipper region. She squeezed him, hard, making him groan as she nipped his chin.

"Is that a python in your pants or are you just pleased to see me, blondie?" she slurred, licking his chin, and slipping her hand inside his jeans, groping him as she writhed against him.

"Holy Buggery, Batman, what have you been feeding this thing? It's fucking huge! Is that all for me?" she teased, while beads of perspiration slowly formed on his forehead. With one quick move she yanked open his zipper and tugged his jeans down over his hips, letting that superb column of meat spring unfettered from his groin.

"Christ, every time I see this thing it looks better!" she groaned, "what are you waiting for, pretty-boy, fuck me!"

At that, Gerry pushed his jeans down all the way and kicked them off as he guided Jenna back to the bed. As he sat down, Jenna pushed him back to lie flat as her lips and tongue travelled down his sculpted torso to finally engulf his superb penis. The sight of this beautiful oriental girl cocksucking my brother was making my pussy itch and twitch, and when she lifted her head and grinned at me, I knew what to do next.

Jenna slid back up my baby brother's body, straddling him and slowly impaling herself on that thick pillar of meat. I shuffled forward until my knees were on each side of his head, my pussy right over his mouth.

Gerry pulled me down to him, his tongue spearing into me as I settled over his face, and almost immediately he found my engorged clitoris. As he licked and sucked my wet gash, Jenna lifted and slid back down on his cock, pleasuring herself as she rode him. Gerry was nibbling and sucking my clitoris like crazy, and I was holding myself back with all the willpower I had; I didn't want this to end just yet, not until I'd had a chance to taste Jenna properly. As we pounded away on top of Gerry, our lips met, and Jenna and I tongue-fenced as we pumped, pounded and ground away on top of him.

I came first, a volcanic eruption of pleasure, fed by the game we were playing here, and as I shook and shuddered, Jenna sucked my tongue as she squeezed and rubbed my nipples, rolling my orgasm on and on.