Cocksucker: Candy's Story Ch. 01

The two parts to this story do, just about, stand on their own. However, they are intended to provide a back story to an episode written earlier, 'Cocksucker'.

Possibly, you will get the most out of this tale if you read that story first.

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Candy was nervous. She didn't really understand why – she was only meeting her brother.

Mind you, she hadn't seen him for over two years, and although they had spoken on the phone it had been difficult to talk about anything in depth. Especially after the way they had parted.

She checked her appearance in the mirror once more. She had dressed in a more feminine way than usual, and certainly differently than she did for work. Her summer dress fitted her figure perfectly, and the light and flimsy material accentuated the curves of her body.

Quite why this was important, Candy wasn't exactly admitting to herself. There was a lot that she hadn't been open about recently.

She had wanted to meet him at the airport but he had insisted on coming to her flat himself. He had always had an independent streak and his back-packing and travelling adventures seemed to have made it stronger.

He had also always been a stickler for punctuality though, so she wasn't surprised when the doorbell rang at exactly 7.30 pm – just at the time he said he would arrive.

Candy opened the door. She couldn't help but look him up and down – immediately she realised that when they had said goodbye he was still a boy – he had returned very much a man. She noticed that he was appraising her as she was looking at him. 'Candy', he said, and smiled. 'You look gorgeous!.'

His smile was infectious. She managed not to say, 'So do you' but the thought lingered in her mind. She was pleased with hid comment and smiled right back. 'Hello', she said. 'Hello, Frances'.

Everyone else called him Frank but she was the only one, including their parents, who still called him by the name he was Christened with.

They hugged. It was the first time she had touched his body for two years and he was bigger than she remembered. There was a muscular hardness about him that she guessed must have come from his travels.

'My God, look at you' she said. He was tanned. He was good looking – well he had always been good looking, but now he seemed to have the confidence to go with it. He was not the same little brother who had left to go on his travels – he was more her equal than he had been before. That was both interesting and a little worrying to her.

In an attempt to reassert her control of him, and the situation, she insisted that he dump his bag as quickly as possible and that they go for a drink in a nearby bar. Frances seemed happy with her suggestion.

Several drinks later and despite the loud music they had got all the small talk out of the way. He had made her laugh at his tales, and wonder at some of the sights he had seen. Candy had to admit that he was more mature, a more rounded man – and a damned attractive one at that.

She watched him now as he weaved to the front of the bar, chatting to one person, charming another. On the way back he was waylaid by one of the regulars and began dancing with her. He moved well, with an easy grace and sexual confidence.

Two years ago she had very definitely been his older sister, more experienced, more the one in charge. Now she wasn't so sure. The travelling that Frances had done seemed to have given him a new assurance and certainty in his manner. He was charming, more urbane, and his body movement definitely had the air of a predator about it.

Candy found, to her shock, that she was a little jealous that others were taking an interest in him, and that he could show such easy interest in them. She didn't have to look far for the reason though, and cast her mind back to the events just before Frances had started his trip.

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Back then, Candy had just started working as a secretary and Frances had just completed his exams and was awaiting his results before departing on his trip. This meant that he was hanging around their home all day with not a lot to do, while Candy was up early getting into her working day.

Even then Frances was a good-looking boy, but he remained largely unaware of his effect on the opposite sex. To Candy, he had until that summer been nothing more than her innocent kid brother.

That all changed when she started work. She had always been a late riser – it had been Frances who was in the habit of getting up early. The change in her routine meant that they were bumping into each other in the mornings much more often, particularly around the bathroom, which separated their two bedrooms, and the pool at the back of their parents house; they both had a love of swimming, and brother and sister had got into the habit of sharing a morning dip.

On one of these mornings Candy discovered that there was something else that Frances liked to do in the morning as well.

The pool had a changing area and a shower so that you could rinse off after a swim; nothing too grand just big enough to ensure that water from the pool wasn't walked all over the house after someone had been swimming. As a result of their new routine Candy and Frances had an unspoken arrangement that she would use their shared bathroom first, as she had to get to work – her brother would swim for a little longer after she had gone.

It was a gloriously sunny day and Candy had returned to their bathroom to find that the only towels were the ones that they had used at the pool – so she went back in through the rear entrance, where the towels were kept, expecting to see Frances doing some laps.

Instead, she found him under the pool shower, rinsing himself off. He was completely naked. It was the first time that the sister had seen the brother that way in years.

Candy nearly spoke, but there was something about the scene in front of her that made her voice catch in her throat.

The sun was shining in through the glass doors that opened out on to the garden. Frances was illuminated by the bright light, which outlined his body with a warm glow. The water from the shower made it seem as if his skin was glistening.

For Candy, it was as if she was seeing him for the first time. He really had a good body - a taut, lean, musculature enhanced by the swimming that he had been doing. With sun and water playing over his skin, she suddenly became aware of her brother in a completely new, and forbidden, way.

Candy found herself paralysed by a sudden stab of lust for the young man. Her guts churned with a sick forbidden sensation. She should have turned away, returned to her room, left him alone.

Instead, Candy couldn't help but wonder what else she might see and, instead of leaving, slipped into the shadow where she was hidden, but where she still had a good view of her suddenly sexy brother.

It was hot watching him - and not because of the sun. She knew she was breaking some dark taboo; she was thinking of him, for the first time, sexually, but she convinced herself that if she just looked, it couldn't hurt, could it?

Her breath may had been taken away by the sight of him; at the same time, her blood had begun to pound around her body and an unfamiliar excited feeling, fluttered in her stomach.

She pressed herself back into the shadows, praying that he had not heard her. Yet she could not leave yet.

Frances slowly turned under the water, allowing rivulets to fall from his head to his body. Up until now Candy had been looking at his muscled back and the firm cheeks of his backside. His legs looked strong.

As he turned her eyes were drawn to his flat stomach and then, with haste, to his crotch.

She put her hand to her mouth to silence herself. She hadn't been prepared for the sight of his naked cock and balls. His cock looked long and dangerous, as if it was beginning to get hard. His balls looked full. In her experience the whole package looked rather beautiful.

'Oh God', she thought. 'My brother really – is - hot'.

Under the water, lost in the beat of the power shower, and the sensual caress of the sun, Frances began to stroke his skin, and before long his hands had travelled to his stiffening length of flesh between his legs.

Candy realised that this must be his morning habit – a leisurely masturbatory session under the shower when he thought he was alone.

Frances stroked himself slowly and firmly, then changed the rhythm. Her brother gently caressed more length and girth out of the moment, teasing his cockhead, teasing himself. Unwittingly, he was teasing his sister Candy as well.

She could not believe how beautiful it was to watch him playing with his own hard-on. As he turned under the water and began to pump himself in earnest, she felt warmth and moistness between her own legs - his arousal feeding her own.

His dick was gorgeous; big and straight; easily the best she had seen, and the way that he used it, the way that he used his hands on it, were enough to make her pussy lips moisten and swell.

'Christ', she thought, 'This is just…..Oh God…..I have to get out of here.'

It was getting too confusing; too dangerous; Candy had to leave; she had to get to work, she had to leave him.

Mostly though, she had to escape from the feelings that were engulfing her.

She grabbed a towel, and left him, as quietly as she could. A last backward glance revealed his one hand vigorously stroking his length, the other tweaking and teasing his own nipple. She realised he was watching himself in one of the mirrors.

Back upstairs in her own shower, as she prepared for work, she could not help but re-live the images in her mind once more. Quickly, because time was short, she let her fingers and her own mind run free.

It was the thought of watching her brother again, of watching Frances come, of being there with him, which brought horny little whimpers from her mouth.

Her fingers worked her pussy, as she wondered whether even now he might be jetting his brotherly spunk from that glorious cock, it was enough to take her, his lust filled, voyeuristic sister, over the edge.

As a result she really was late for work and when she got there, she couldn't concentrate; Candy couldn't free herself from what she had seen and felt, and although she almost could not bear the thought, she knew that she would try and watch him tomorrow, and again the next day.

The mere thought was enough to bring a flush to her cheeks, and force her to clamp her thighs together, in anticipation.

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Back in the bar, in the real world, Candy found that these memories were making her clamp her thighs together once more. It had been two years, and yet her sexual fascination with her brother still had the power to overwhelm her.

He was talking now to Debbie, one of the other secretaries, and one of her friends, from her own company. The bar was near to both her home and her work. Every now and then he would look across to her. There was something about the way that he looked at her that made her sure that the conversation concerned her.

Debbie was a good-looking girl – different from Candy – shorter and more buxom, with dark, gothic looks. For a moment Candy had a jealous pang at the thought of Frances and Debbie together. She wondered just what it was they were discussing.

It couldn't be her biggest secret though. She had told no-one, and she and Frances had never discussed it together. It was a secret burned into her very being. Still she had been unprepared for the way that his reappearance had brought the memories back to life.

As she watched them her gaze lost focus and once again her mind filled with pictures from the past.

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After that day in the pool, Candy made a habit of sneaking back, whenever she could, to watch her brother's after swim activity. She was never sure if Frances ever knew of the changed rhythm that had now entered their life, but took every precaution to prevent him becoming aware of his sister's presence.

Sometimes there was nothing to see, but often she was rewarded with the sight of his nakedness, of his hand on his stiff cock, and, most thrillingly of all, the sounds he made as he became more and more involved in his own pleasure.

Once, with a jolt, she could have sworn that she heard him mutter her name.

The shocking thought that it was her, and her body, that had driven him to this had not occurred to her before; now that it had, a new darker element entered her fevered imaginings.

She had become addicted to the hollow, naughty feeling in the pit of her stomach, and closely associated it with the arousal that inevitably followed.

She could never bring herself to stay to watch him come though. That was just too dangerous. It was a matter of self-control. She was sure that she would lose it if she saw him orgasm; although she often imagined just how it would flow from his swollen cockhead.

The thought of it, the imagining of it, filled her mind, and fuelled her desire.

During their swimming sessions she took to wearing skimpier costumes - bikinis that were not really designed for swimming. She was not sure why – only that perhaps it would get a reaction. Deep down she knew that she was teasing him, wanting more from their forbidden liaison.

Candy started bending to pick up her towel and goggles more provocatively than before. She would sit so that her breasts were more invitingly displayed. Occasionally, she would slowly part her legs in his full view. Each action gave her an illicit thrill.

She liked to give him the best possible view of her body; and she could see him watching. His eyes would flick at her, drinking her in, then though, her brother would turn away and swim again.

Apart from these stolen glances Frances showed an iron will and appeared otherwise unmoved while his sister was there; but she believed he was clearly thinking differently when he thought he was on his own.

Candy never tired of these secret pleasures. Teasing him, then watching him became the necessary prelude to her masturbatory sessions in the shower afterwards, which had taken on an intense fervour.

Each time, part of her tried not to think of her brother's body, of his aroused cock, and each time she failed. Every failure meant that it was the thought of that body, that hardness, the bigness of his erection, which made her come. She knew it was wrong, but it was too tempting to resist.

Summer slipped by; Candy's fingers slipped often, far too often, into her own pussy, and she made jokes to herself about the amount of body fluid she and her brother were washing away, each under their separate showers.

It was with a certain panicked realisation that she remembered one day that Frances would soon be going away, and that their new morning ritual would come to an end. In a way she was glad – her obsession with him was, she knew, bordering on the unhealthy.

However, the feelings that she had, meant that she could not just leave things at that, and yet, she tormented herself with the thought of what she could actually do?

The week before Frances was due to leave became one of almost exquisite torture to her. Finally she resolved that she must take some sort of action.

The morning swim that day was poignant for both of them. For different reasons they had come to enjoy this new element in their relationship, and they were both aware that it would soon come to an end.

This morning, Candy's costume was a two-piece that left little to the imagination, tied at the sides with bows. It was tight and suited her body – the swimming had brought her to a new level of fitness too – and the cleavage it created would, she believed, tempt most men.

They had swum as usual, and had some horseplay as well, splashing each other and diving just a little too close as the other came past, but Candy was resolved that to start with, at least, the swim should be as normal as possible.

Consequently, she left, as usual, if she was going to get ready for work. She gave Frances enough time to be sure that she was gone, and then once more, heart beating, slipped back into the pool room.

Her brother had just slipped off his trunks, ready for his shower. She could tell that his cock was a little pumped, ready for his magical hands.

She hid for a moment – the secret pleasure of watching him too much to resist. Now was the moment though, so, taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the shadow and into the sunlight of the room.

At first he didn't hear her. When he turned, and faced her, and saw her, Frances moved to cover himself.

Candy put a finger to her lips. She held his eyes with her gaze. 'Never hide yourself from me, Frances', she said. 'You are beautiful. Your cock is beautiful.'

Frances stood in front of her, naked, his eyes travelled over her body.

No stolen glances this time, but lingering interest. His eyes filled with what she recognised as open desire.

She had on only her bikini. Standing only a yard from him, fingers nervous, she pulled at the bows holding her costume together and the two pieces fell to the floor.

Now she was as naked as he was.

In the sudden stillness, her nipples began to tighten, and swell. Her lips parted, breath became harder to take.

Her voice was choked, but she was able to get out the words that she had rehearsed in her head. 'I wanted to give you something more to remember me by, before you go'.

Candy stepped forward, aware of his eyes raking up and down her naked body. She was aware also of her nipples, stiffening still, the familiar churning sex feeling in her stomach and the warm ache between her lags. She had thought often about this moment. Now it was here, it was sweet.

She put her hands on her brother's chest, looking him in the eye all the time. Of course she had touched him before, but this was different. Her touch was softer, more intimate. Her fingers lingered on his flesh.

Her lips parted again. She licked her lips. Candy trailed one hand down to his flat stomach, and finally, down to his warm cock.

'Don't worry', she said, smiling up at him. 'I've been watching you. I know how you like it'. To prove the point she teased his cockhead, her fingers moving just as she had seen his do.

His cock was swelling, growing, filling with blood. It was heavier than she had thought it would be, and she was pleased as she felt it stiffening under her touch.

She broke their gaze first, and knelt in front of him. When she was on her knees she flicked out her tongue, licking the head.

He sighed.

Then she gently placed the whole of her brother's cock inside her willing, wet, mouth. A shiver of desire rippled through both their bodies as he gasped at her moist touch. She knew then that this was a first for him.

'Candy' he protested. 'You're my sis…,' but her teasing tongue silenced him.

Candy felt him growing bigger inside her mouth. God, that was a sexy feeling. Knowing that it was her lips, her tongue and her body, having this electric effect.

His hard erection was filling her mouth, she could feel his skin stretching, tightening, as his cock grew, inside her. She realised it was terribly exciting to know your power over a man.

As he became too big to hold in her mouth she began to bob her head gently up and down, flicking him with her tongue, tasting his skin. She engulfed him with her willing mouth, grazed him gently with her teeth.

Frances moaned. He moaned her name. In response, her fingernailss scraped his backside. She wanted to mark him.

Close up, his full cock really was everything that she had imagined. The feel of his tightened skin on her tongue, his warmth and his strength, was exquisite in her mouth.

When he moaned again she felt sure that she could feel the sound vibrating through his manhood onto her own parted lips. She couldn't stop herself beginning to touch her own body with her free hand. First her breasts, then her nipples, squeezing them and teasing them.