Me, My Brother, and Marie

Chapter 1

Since they retired a few years ago my parents have spent each summer at our house on the beach. This year I converted one of the guest rooms into a studio and joined them for the summer, spending my days painting, studying the water and the sky, working on endless studies of the light on the ocean. It was just me and my parents during the week, but David, my brother, took the train out from the city some weekends.

At the beginning of August my parents were heading to Italy for a couple of weeks to take a trip with some old friends. So on a Friday afternoon I drove them to the airport. David met us at the airport to see them off. "Be good while we're away," my mother said, the same thing she has been saying to us since they first left us alone at home when I was thirteen and David seventeen.

"Do you intend to be good?" I asked David as I drove with him back to the beach.

"There's not very much to get up to out here," he said.

"I'm not so sure of that," I replied. "But I'll probably end up being good anyway. That's how boring I've become."

He smiled at me. "You're just in a bit of a rut. You need some adventure rather than spending each day painting."

"Maybe you can put your clever mind to it for me," I said, returning his smile.

I'd always been in awe at how clever he was. He sailed through high school, college, law school, and was now a lawyer at a big firm in the city. The thing was though -- and he would never admit it -- he had become more conservative in his dress, outlook, everything. But this summer he had met a girl who seemed to be good for him. It was just a summer fling, he said. She was French, working in the city for a couple of months, but he seemed more energized, more alive.

We stopped at the town a few miles from the beach to buy some groceries. Then we sat at a cafe on the boardwalk enjoying each other's company.

"So tell me about the sexy Marie," I said. "How's it going with her."

"It's great," he said. "She's so much fun. It's such a drag she's going back to Europe in a couple of weeks."

"Maybe that's why it's so exciting," I suggested. "Knowing it's going to end soon."

"Sweetie, is that why you get bored with your boyfriends after three months? That's your attention span?"

"No. I get bored with them because I should never have gone out with them in the first place."

"So instead you're not going to go out with anyone?"

"No. I'm going to focus on my painting and forget entirely about boys."

"And at what age are you going to leave this convent of yours?"

"When the world recognizes me for the great artist I am and I earn vast sums of money and can afford whatever toy boys I want."

"Good luck sweetie."

"Thanks bro," I replied. "You've always supported my ambitions." I put my tongue out at him. He returned the gesture.

"I'm so glad we're going to spend the weekend alone at the house," I said. "It'll be wonderful to be able to hang out together without mom and dad around."

"Well, actually," he said, looking a bit embarrassed, "I asked Marie to come out for the weekend. I didn't think you'd mind."

"You rat!" I said. "So you're going to spend the weekend canoodling with your French floozie while I'm moping around trying to ignore the moans coming from your bedroom?"

"Sweetie, I'm not a rat and she's not a floozie. You'll like her. She's very sweet."

"I see you're not denying the moaning," I said.

"I'll keep it down," he said.

"Yeah, right, like when you've been having phone sex with her the other weekends you've been out here."

"You were listening? What did you hear?" he asked anxiously.

"Nothing," I said, lying. I had the room next to him, and the walls were very thin, and I had heard a lot. That's how I knew he was perhaps not really as conservative as he gave the appearance of being.

"I can cancel her if you'd like," he said.

"No. I'm sure we'll have fun," I said, not convinced at all that we would.

I got up from the table. "I want to go to a store just down the street. You'll be good while I'm gone?"

"I'll be good. But hurry back. I'm eager to get to the house."

"Ok. But I need some money. Do you have some?"

He took out his wallet. "I have about $100. How much do you need?"

"I'll take it," I said. "I'll give you the change."

"What are you buying?" he asked.

"A birthday present."

"Who for?"

"For me. From you."

"Ah, yes. Sorry about that. The pressure of work, I forgot . . ."

"Did the pressure of work make you forget to fuck your French sweetheart?"

"I'm sorry sweetie. And I never know what to get you. So cash is the best gift anyway, isn't it."

"Don't try to snivel out of it, you rat." I made a rat face at him, baring my teeth.

"Happy birthday Ricki!" he shouted after me as I walked down the boardwalk to the store.

Half an hour later we were back in the car and driving to the beach. "So what did I get you?" he asked.

"It's on the back seat," I said. He reached around from where he was sitting in the passenger seat and took the bag. He opened it and took out the black bikini I had bought.

"Thanks bro," I said. "And you'll have the pleasure of being the first person to see me in it."

He held it up to look more closely at it. "It's very tiny, isn't it?"

"The tiniest I could find," I said. "It barely covers my boobs. And there's nothing at all on my ass."

He looked at the thong string.

"I bought this for you? I mean, you bought this for you. Isn't it a bit . . . a bit, you know, intimate for me to buy something like this for you?"

I glanced across at him. "But, sweetie," I said, "we're brother and sister, remember. By definition we're intimate."

"Not like that. I mean . . ."

"You mean sexually?"

He blushed, as I knew he would. It was so easy.

"Yes, if you want to put it like that," he said.

"But we are sexually intimate, dearest brother," I said.

"No, we're not," he said.

"You mean that me sucking your cock didn't make us sexually intimate?" I asked.

"You did it once. Years ago. And I didn't want to do it anyway."

He was right that it had only been once. And that I had to persuade him to let me do it. But it was my birthday and I had never sucked a cock before and I thought I should learn how to do it. So I asked if I could practice on him. After weeks of persuading he came with me to the tree house in the woods behind the beach and undressed for me. He came as soon as I put my lips on his cock and as much cum ended up on my face and chin as in my mouth. I insisted that he stay with me that night in the tree house and let me do it again but he refused and left. I undressed and wiped his cum over my breasts and masturbated as I imagined how I should have held him down when he undressed and made him put his cock in my pussy instead.

We turned off the main road and headed down the track toward the beach. After a half a mile the track comes to a locked gate. David got out and unlocked it and locked it again after I drove through. From here, it was a few hundred yards to the beach through fields and on a track across the salt marsh. Our house was at the end of the track. We unloaded the groceries and David went to his room to change.

"I'm going to swim before it gets too dark," he shouted out to me. "You coming?"

"Only if I can wear my birthday present."

"Come on then, be quick. Anyway, it's probably too dark for me to see your body."

We changed and ran down the deserted beach to the water, hand in hand as we had done since we were little. I felt nearly naked, feeling the warm air on my ass. We waded in, and David tried to tackle me, as he always did. I avoided his attempts, and then jumped on his back and brought us both crashing into the waves. We lay side by side in the shallows hand in hand, feeling the waves break gently over us, looking up at the first stars of the night. "I love this place," David said. "There's nowhere I'm so happy as here. And with you." We lay silently next to each other until we got too cold. David pulled me to my feet and we walked up the beach back to the house, his arm over my shoulders.

"So you want to see the full effect," I asked him, and walked a few steps ahead.

"That's amazing," he said. "You have a beautiful ass."

I turned around and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for my present," I said. "And you still owe me fifty bucks."

"What? That little amount of material cost $150 bucks! That's crazy," he said.

"Don't be so cheap," I said. "You make more money than you can spend. And $150 bucks to make me happy is not much, is it? You'd spend that much on your French floozie in an instant."

"Please Ricki, stop calling her a floozie," he pleaded.

"Ok, ok," I said. "When is Mademoiselle Marie arriving, anyway?"

"I'm picking her up at the station at ten tomorrow morning."

"And how long is she staying?"

"Til Sunday. We'll take the six pm train to the city. You will drive us, won't you?"

"Depends if I manage to sleep Saturday night with all the canoodling."

"We'll be very quiet."

"Don't worry. I'm going to lock myself up in my studio and put on my headphones."

David put his arm around my waist and we walked the rest of the way to the house.

Chapter 2

I was at work in my studio early next morning. David came in about nine carrying some coffee and sat down on the couch. "What have you been working on this week?" he asked. I pointed to a couple of large canvasses. "They're very pretty," he said.

There were times when I despaired of becoming an artist and thought about settling for being a cartoonist. My sketch book was full of different cartoon characters and their antics and before this year I often spent days on end constructing their stories, ignoring my painting. But this coming year was my final year at art school and if I couldn't prove to myself and others that I had the eye and the technique to become an artist then there was no point in continuing to paint. So I had locked myself up here for the summer, working long hours on studies of light and color. David's description of my paintings as pretty used to annoy me. I wasn't striving for prettiness. But I've accepted that for all his intelligence, art is his blind spot.

He left for the train station a few minutes before ten. I made an attempt to work on one of my paintings, but without any conviction, so gave up, knowing from experience that a lack of concentration can ruin a picture in a few minutes.

He arrived back half an hour later. "Ricki," he shouted as he came through the door. "Come meet Marie." I walked out from my studio to say hello. She was wearing a short black skirt, very tight, and black stockings. Her silk blouse was set off by an expensive scarf around her neck, and her shoes were more appropriate for a city sidewalk than a beach. I cringed inwardly in my paint-splattered cut-off jean shorts and t-shirt ending a few inches above where my shorts began.

"Hello Ricki," she said. "I'm so glad to meet you." And at that point I was lost. Her accent was so soft, she was caressing the sounds rather than speaking them, and her smile was so broad that it seemed to take over her entire face. I was captivated. My brother is fucking this gorgeous creature? I thought. How is that possible? I looked at him standing beside her with a nervous grin on his face as though she were a prize he had won by cheating.

"Hi Marie," I said. "I'm so glad you could come out. I've so much wanted to meet you." I reached to shake her hand. She took it, then leaned forward to kiss my cheek. I panicked, not remembering the custom. Do I kiss her on the other cheek, or what? I ended up kissing her ear. I laughed a little nervously. "Come in," I said, a bit too loudly. "Make yourself at home."

Her enthusiasm was childlike. She loved the house, the deck, the view. "So beautiful!" she exclaimed a number of times. "Can we go on the beach, David?" she asked, stretching out his name to "Daveeed." "Yes, let's change," he said, leading her to him room.

Ok, I thought, I won't see them again for a while, but they returned a few minutes later. David had on the same baggy swim suit as he wore last night. She had on a gold bikini, the panties cut very high at the hips to show off her long tanned legs and the top cut low to display the tops of her boobs. The gold accentuated her blond hair and her tan. David followed her out the door to the deck and down to the beach like a besotted puppy. Have a nice sweeem Daveeed and Marieee, I thought to myself, and then laughed at my childishness and returned to my studio.

They were on the beach for an hour or so, then returned to the house laughing and giggling. They went back to David's room and I imagined them undressing each other from their wet clothes and falling into bed together. I put some music on my iPod and turned it up loud enough to drown any sounds from that direction.

David reappeared mid-afternoon. "You want to come swimming?" he asked. "Sure," I said. "But," he added, "maybe you shouldn't wear your new bikini." I didn't.

We had dinner together, and I went to bed early. I lay on my bed listening to them make love, my fingers playing with my pussy.

Next morning, Marie was up early and joined me in my studio. She looked at my paintings. "They are very good," she said.

"You really think so?" I asked, happy at her compliment.

"Yes, I do," she said, and we spoke for a while about art and painting.

I didn't see them much of the rest of the day. Marie's comments about my paintings inspired me to work and I stayed in my studio until four. I was exhausted. I changed into my new bikini and went for a swim. Marie was sitting on the porch watching me as I walked back up to the house.

I drove them to the station in the evening. "I'm so happy to have met David's little sister," Marie said, kissing me on the cheek. I drove back to the house. On my work desk I found a note from Marie with her email address and phone number. "In case you want to talk about painting. Or anything else," she had written. I took off my clothes and lay in David's bed and imagined him and Marie making love on the same sheets.

Chapter 3

On Monday and Tuesday I worked hard and productively. On Tuesday night as I was falling asleep I got a call from a friend asking me if I wanted to meet him in the city on Wednesday night. I said yes. I took the train to the city Wednesday evening, and returned to the house Thursday afternoon.

I picked David and Marie up at the station about eight Friday evening. We had dinner and they headed to his bedroom soon afterwards. I didn't have the energy to listen to their love making so I retreated to my studio and slept on the day bed. I was still dozing when Marie came in the next morning. "I didn't wake you, did I?" she asked.

She sat on the chair by my work table and I looked at her from where I was lying. She was wearing one of David's white shirts and pair of white panties. Her long tanned legs were bare.

"How was your week?" she asked. "Did you make progress?"

I told her about my frenzy of activity in the first half of the week. She looked at the canvasses I had been working on. "Yes, something different," she said. "Where did these ideas come from?" I started telling her how my conversation with her last weekend had made me think more clearly about what I was trying to do, and my joy at finding someone who understood painting.

She smiled her broad smile. "I'm so glad," she said. "And the second half of the week? What did you do?"

"I got distracted," I said.

"By what?"

"I got a call from an old friend who was in the city for the night, so I went in and spent the night with him."

"Sounds mysterious! Tell me more," she said.

"His name is Stefan. I met him five years ago. He lives in LA and comes to the city on business now and again. He calls me up and we have dinner and then spend the night together in his swanky hotel room. Or sometimes we skip dinner. Depends how horny were are."

"And did you have dinner Wednesday?" she asked, laughing.

"Room service. I haven't had sex the whole summer. I'm a big fan of masturbation but sometimes I need someone else's touch."

"Was it good?"

"It always is with Stefan."

"When did you get back here?"

"Thursday. Stefan left for the airport very early in the morning. I fell back to sleep when he left. I woke up a couple of hours later and lay in bed thinking about what I could do before I had to check out."

"You should have called me," Marie said. "I would have loved to come to see you."

"I thought about calling you. The thing was though, I was still horny, so I called another friend of mine in the city to see if he wanted to come over. If he hadn't answered, I was going to call you to see if you wanted to come over." I felt myself start to blush at my choice of words. "For breakfast or something, you know."

She laughed. "I would have loved to come over for breakfast or something! But your friend beat me to it. So who is this friend?"

"He's a boy I knew growing up. One of David's friends, in fact." I paused. "Actually, David's best friend."

"Jason?" Marie asked. "The boy with the long blond hair and the great body? I've met him. He's very cute."

"Yes, Jason. He is cute. We see each other occasionally. But please don't tell David."

"I won't breath a word, sweetie. It's wonderful to have a friend like that to turn to."

"Yes. It is. Casual sex between close friends. But David would be all shocked and protective."

"Yes, he is easily shocked, isn't he," she said. "But I like to think I'm changing him a little."

"That's good," I said. "I'm so glad for him. Otherwise he's going to too set in his ways to change."

"You were listening last weekend when made love," she said. It wasn't a question, just a statement.

"It sounded like great sex," I said.

"It was nice. David can be very passionate when he's properly aroused."

We heard David's door open and a few seconds later he came into the studio wearing just a towel around his waist. "What are you girls talking about?" he asked.

"Cocks, David," I said. "What do girls ever talk about?"

"Oh," he said, "I thought you might still be talking about painting."

He left for the shower and I rolled my eyes. Marie laughed. "Your brother has a very nice body," she said.

"Yes, but we've got to get him some better swimwear," I said.

She laughed again. "Something sexy like yours?"

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"It was stunning," she said. "It showed off your cute body beautifully."

I began to blush. To hide my embarrassment I got off the couch and walked into the kitchen. "Anyone want coffee?" I asked. "Yes, sweetie, I would like some," Marie said.

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There was a storm midday. I stood on the deck watching the light change and the colors become more intense as the thunderclouds approached, then the soft blue sky that trailed the storm. I spent a couple of hours in my studio working with watercolors trying to quickly capture what I had seen. About four o'clock Marie joined me. She looked at my sketches.

"When you work quickly you bring out the intensity of what you're seeing," she said. "Maybe there is more energy in these sketches than your canvasses?" She was right. But I had always differentiated my sketches from what I thought of as my real art. But I was tired and didn't want to think about painting any more. Marie sensed my tiredness. "Sweetie, she said, "let's go for a swim. You need to relax a bit."

"You're right," I said.

"So let's go," she said. "And I have a surprise for David. A bikini like yours."

"A thong?"

She nodded. "I didn't bring it last weekend because I thought it might not be appropriate on the beach. Americans can be rather prudish at times I think," she said. "But when I saw you I thought I also would like to show off my ass."