by Mary Jaine
"Now do you understand why she needs Ricky? He's her safety and protection, things she needed to feel just as he came along. You'll come to mean that to her too, I promise; like I said, she likes and admires you, she just has to learn how to trust you, just as she did with Ricky."
I let it go; Yaz wasn't snubbing me, she had serious trust issues, and I couldn't blame her one iota, not after what I'd just heard. It occurred to me that I'd have to work to gain her trust; Shari would have to help me there. I grinned as I heard myself finally admitting that I needed the help of another person; perhaps I really was changing after all!
When we decided to go to bed, Rick and I walked the girls to their room, ensuring they knew where our rooms were in case they need us at all, and nothing would do but that I must check all their windows again thoroughly, just to make sure they were fully secure; after what I'd heard earlier, all kinds of protective instincts were bubbling up inside me, and that puzzled me, but in a good way.
I realised that I was beginning to care about someone else other than myself, and it didn't help that Shari's face intruded into my thoughts increasingly often; as I lay in bed that night, every time I paused to think about what we'd discussed, my thoughts wandered to images of her face, her eyes, her lips, the way she tossed her hair back over her shoulder, and the scent of her, that light, flowery fragrance that trailed her everywhere. It confused me that I couldn't shake the increasingly intrusive images of her from my thoughts, nor did I want to. I eventually fell asleep in the wee hours, too exhausted to think about her any longer.
The following day was organised chaos as the huge moving vans arrived early from London and disgorged all of the stuff Yaz and Shari had put into storage; beds, carpets and rugs, dressers, chairs, tables, wardrobes, couches, and armchairs, as well as crates of bed linens, blankets, quilts, curtains, the contents of what must have been a substantial house poured out of the vans, and the movers lugged it all around according to some pre-conceived plan that Shari and Yasmin had.
Rick and I made ourselves useful, but the real taskmaster was Shari, and she was obviously enjoying herself immensely as she directed the burly movers to put the furniture where she'd decided it was supposed to be. At last, by the end of the day, we had a furnished house again, and the place was looking almost as it had before everything was confiscated. There was enough to equip every bedroom with a bed, a dresser and a wardrobe, and the movers even took away the battered old beds Ricky and I were using when they put the new ones in our rooms; I'd elected to retain my little dressing room bedroom; it suited me and I was comfortable in there. The girls decided to unpack all their clothes and re-populate the wardrobes another day; we were exhausted, so after an order-in pizza dinner, we made for our respective bedrooms.
I was awakened in the early hours by Shari. I came awake as soon as she lightly tapped my shoulder, noting in passing that she was wearing just a short tee-shirt and light sleep shorts.
"Bobby, Yaz is missing, I can't find her anywhere! I woke up and she was gone! Bobby, help me find her, please, I don't where to start looking in this place, it's still so confusing in the dark!"
Of course I jumped out of bed to help, how could I not? I knew this place intimately; I knew I'd find her in double quick time, always supposing she was still in the house.
I picked up a torch and led the way; most of the light bulbs had blown and been scavenged from around the house, and we'd not replaced them yet, so most of the house was in complete darkness. With Shari holding my arm we began at the top of the house, opening door after door, flashing the beam around inside, then going on to the next.
There were a lot of rooms, spread over 3 floors; the family who'd originally built this place way back when must have been very wealthy, and had created a series of suites, presumably one for each member of the family and a guest suite, so there were six bedroom suites, as well as the attic rooms, which had originally been servant's quarters. Each bedroom had a private bathroom and a dressing room; as we searched from room to room, all I could think was it must have been hell for the servants to clean every day.
Finally we came to the first floor above the ground level, and started at the back of the house, where Rick had his bedroom. As we approached his room I could see soft golden light around his door, which I thought was odd; it was the middle of the night, so all should have been in darkness. As we approached the door we heard voices; Yaz and Rick, talking softly. I was about to knock when Shari put her hand on my arm and motioned me to silence; she appeared to be listening intently, then gasped softly and pressed closer to the door. As she touched the door it swung open silently just a couple of inches, but it was enough to see the occupants clearly. At first I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing, then suddenly it all swum into focus.
Yaz was on her knees, naked, her body bathed in the golden light of half a dozen flickering candles. Rick was lying on his back, and Yaz was sliding her lips over his thick erect penis, fondling his scrotum as she avidly sucked his cock. Rick in turn had his hand between her thighs, rubbing her and making her moan around the cock she had in her mouth. As I watched, they came to some sort of mutual agreement, and Yaz pulled him out of her mouth, smiling and sighing as Rick pulled her closer to dip his head down and suck her erect nipples. From their familiarity with each other's bodies, their murmured words and fond caresses, I knew this wasn't the first time they'd done this, and as Rick sucked her nipples, Yaz sat astride him, holding his face between her two hands,
"You know what I like, Ricky, do it now, baby!" she muttered, Rick's hands sliding around her waist to drop down and pull her buttocks apart. As Yaz slowly impaled herself on his cock with a groaning sigh, I saw Rick slide a finger into her tight, pink little anus. As I watched, Yaz leaned back, resting her hands on Rick's thighs and forcing his finger deeper inside herself as she pumped and ground against him, her eyes squeezed tight shut as she approached her orgasm.
When it came, she shuddered and quivered on top of him, Rick squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as Yaz ground against him. Eventually she slumped forward onto him, kissing him wildly, then pulling back to grin at him.
"Your turn, baby!" at which she slid off him and knelt on the bed. Rick knelt behind her, his hands slipping around her torso to hold and squeeze her lovely, brown-tipped little breasts, kissing her shoulders before he thrust into her, and again, his lean muscular body rippling with every thrust. Yaz exhaled sharply in time to his thrusts into her, all the time murmuring to him, words of love, of encouragement, telling him how much she loved him, how much she loved what he was doing to her.
Shari stood transfixed as her younger sister and brother fucked each other, their bodies slapping together as they pumped and pounded, now giving little cries as they moved together in perfect synchronisation.
Shari's eyes were fixed on the drama being enacted in front of her, as were mine, my thoughts full of how beautiful Yasmin was, how perfectly my younger siblings' bodies matched each other in their intensity and complete immersion in what they were doing. I was so transfixed, like Shari, that I didn't even notice when she moved up against me, never taking her eyes off Rick and Yaz as they fucked, completely oblivious to their surroundings and to their audience, until I realised she'd backed into me, and that I was solidly, painfully erect, my cock a lead bar in the confines of my shorts.
Shari began slowly undulating against me, never once taking her eyes off the two younger siblings as they pounded away together. I thought she was unaware what she was doing, until her hand slipped down to slowly trace the outline of my erection with her fingertips, feeling my size as she rubbed slowly, agonisingly against me. Her other hand slipped down to the waistband of her sleep shorts, then inside to begin rubbing herself as she watched her sister. Her movements were trance-like, almost done without conscious volition, an automatic and instinctive reaction to what was unfolding not ten feet in front of us, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she stared in rapt fascination.
In as much a trance state as her, my own hands came up and around her, to cup her breasts and feel the taut nubs of her stiff nipples as they strained against the material of her tee. As Rick and Yaz pounded, grunted, slapped and sighed together, Shari and I rubbed, squeezed and pressed, our hands moving automatically as our bodies responded to what was happening in front of us.
Rick began groaning as Yaz gave a high-pitched, sighing moan, and we watched in awestruck fascination as his flanks flexed and tightened as he emptied himself into her, his hands squeezing her nipples as he climaxed in response to her own orgasm. Shari in turn suddenly turned and pressed herself against me, her arms around me and the curve of her pubis pressed against my solid erection as she rubbed herself against me for all she was worth.
My hands dropped down to instinctively clutch and squeeze her soft, firm little buttocks, pulling her crotch tight against mine as our lips crushed together, and as we kissed so ravenously she climaxed, her body shaking and her breath softly hissing as she continued to rub and undulate against me, the hard little fingertip of her erect clitoris rubbing directly against my cock through the material of our sleep shorts. I couldn't help myself, it was too much for me, and I came like a geyser, spunk bursting out of my over-stimulated cock to drench the insides of my shorts, more than I think I had ever managed before when I'd masturbated. The force of my ejaculation was almost painful in its intensity, and I really think I would have buckled and fallen if Shari wasn't pressed against me, still shuddering in the throes of her own orgasm.
At long last my head stopped spinning, and I was able to breathe again, a long, shallow intake of breath that alerted Shari that I was back in control of myself again. She stepped away from me and took my hand, motioning me to silence as we softly padded away down the corridor and back to my room. As I opened the door to go in and clean myself up, a slight pressure on my arm made me turn back to her. As I did, she stretched up and kissed me once, softly, gently, on the corner of my mouth.
"Good night Bobby...and thank you!" she whispered, and then she was gone, back to her room to wait for Yaz, I supposed. I went into my room and cleaned myself up as best I could before flopping into bed; this had been one weird night, and I still wasn't sure I believed any of it, or understood what had just happened, but now I was too tired to care, and I had to get up in the morning for work.
I was up and out of the house before anyone else was stirring; I had to be at work for 7 a. m., so I had to leave before 6, as it was a long walk to the Street Sanitation depot where I was based. All day as I worked cleaning the streets of Carlisle I thought about the strange, almost surreal episode with Shari last night; I was having trouble defining what exactly we'd done, and why, and if it would happen again; had I had sex and not realised it, or was it just a...a...thing, something to pass over and forget, to get past and never think or talk about ever again?
I was like a zombie as these thoughts occupied my mind all day, my work routine almost completely mechanical, ingrained patterns and habits piloting me through the day while my mind was somewhere else entirely. As the day progressed I realised I wasn't exactly straining at the leash to get back and have to look Shari in the face again, or Rick and Yasmin, come to that; I had a suspicion, bordering on near certainty, that they'd take one look at my face and know that I'd been watching while they did something so very personal and private.
At last, I could stretch out my day no longer, and I had to go home; fortunately I had an hour's walk, so with any luck I'd be able to slip in while they were having dinner and go and have a shower before I could think of facing them; I didn't want them to see me anyway, I knew I must smell as bad as I looked and I really didn't need an audience.
Luckily I had some change on me, so I was able to buy a Cornish Pasty for my dinner, I'd eat in my room while I thought about how I was going to deal with what I'd seen, and what I'd done, and where I was supposed to fit Shari and Yaz into my world after what Rick and I had done with them; I may not have known much about life, but I did know that definitely wasn't the sort of thing you were supposed to get up to with your sisters!
By the time I got home I was just too dog-tired to really care anymore; I could hear the others talking in the dining room, so I went up and locked myself in the bathroom while I indulged in a long, hot, utterly luxurious shower, revelling in the feel of the hot water as it relaxed and calmed me. To lie on my bed afterwards and not have to think about or interact with the others for a while was as restful as it was going to get, but I knew I couldn't avoid them forever.
I think what was most confusing to me was where I fitted in all this; Shari had Yasmin, Yasmin had Rick, but I had no-one; I wasn't part of that particular equation, I was the nettle in their bunch of roses, and I felt like I had no place in their family dynamic. I sighed as I thought about how they'd become a family before they ever came here, and it was too late for me to fit into whatever they had going on here; I'd been alone for so long it had become my way of life, and I couldn't fit into theirs, I was sure of it; family really meant nothing to me anymore. Whatever had happened between Shari and me last night was almost certainly a one-off, there was no way it was going to happen again, and that thought inexplicably saddened me.
I was awakened by someone gently shaking my shoulder. As I came awake I saw it was Shari, and my first muzzy thought was that she wanted me to help her find Yaz again, before I came fully awake.
"What, what's the matter, is something wrong...?" I began, but she shook her head.
"Bobby, why didn't you come and eat with us tonight?" she asked softly, and I looked away. She looked at the nightstand and picked up the remnants of my pasty.
"Bobby, what's wrong, we cooked a nice dinner, all the family ate together, everyone except you. Why didn't you join us? Please tell me, we missed you, I missed you!"
I sighed and sat up, Shari immediately brushing my hair back out of my eyes. I gently shook her off; this was going to be hard enough without her touching me as well. Her eyes widened as she pulled her hand back, the look of concern in her eyes replaced by one of apprehension. I didn't beat about the bush.
"Shari...Shereen, I'm never going to be part of this family, not in the way you keep trying to make me. You, Yaz, Ricky, you were a family before you ever came here, and you can't shoe-horn me in somewhere and pretend we're a single unit, because it wouldn't be true. I don't belong with the three of you, and I don't know how I can ever be one of you. I don't have a role to fill; Yaz has her older brother and her older sister, both of you protect her, and she looks up to both of you, so you don't need me; all I'd ever be is an outsider, looking on and never really being a part of anything. What I said before still feels true to me; I have to go and find something of my own, what you've got now doesn't leave any room for me, and pushing my way into your family will eventually make you hate or resent me. I'm sorry, Shereen, you really have only one brother, and it's Ricky. Now please, I'm really tired and I have to be at work in a few hours..."
Shari looked at me with huge eyes, her lip quivering.
"But Bobby, last night...!" she began, but I cut her short.
"Last night was a mistake, can't you see that? You keep pushing this 'brother' thing on me, but brothers don't do that with their sisters, and if I'm not your brother it had even less meaning; it was just because I was there, not because it was me; it may mean nothing to you, but if I'm really your brother, then we did a really wrong thing and it can't happen again; that's why I have to leave."
Shari looked at me as two tears ran down her cheeks.
"Oh Bobby, last night was wonderful, and it was because of you! Don't leave us, you're our brother, you're my brother, and this is your home, we're your family and you're supposed to be with us, where you're safe. Until we came here, part of us was missing; that was you, we needed you to make us complete. Ricky told us all about you, how hard you worked, for so little, but still you never gave up, and Yaz and me, we both knew we needed to have you with us. We didn't come
here to show you how close Yaz and Ricky and I were; we came here to find our brother and put him back where he belongs; in the middle of his family, all of us together, not the three of us and you! We love you Bobby, when you can believe that, you'll find a place waiting for you, believe me! You've been alone and in need for too long Bobby, now you have all of us, and we have you. Don't leave us Bobby, we need you!"
She leaned over and hugged me, her cheek soft against mine, and her breath soft and warm in my ear. When she pulled away I felt the dampness on my cheek from her tears, and smiled at her as she wiped her eyes with the heels of her hands, then looked at me quizzically.
"What we did last night, didn't you like it, Bobby?" she asked me softly, catching me off-guard.
I had enjoyed it; it was the first encounter I'd ever had with a girl; the only thing that soured it for me was that the girl in question was my sister; other than that, it was just perfect. I looked away, unable to meet her gaze.
"Shari, I'd be lying if I said no, but you're my sister; brothers don't do things like that with their sisters...!"
Shari smiled at me.
"So what about Ricky and Yaz, then? What about what they were doing? Bobby, if you were hurting me, or I was hurting you, or one of us was forcing the other, then it would be wrong; but no-one did, we did what we did because it was what we wanted, and it felt good!"
Shari sat down next to me and slid her arm around my waist so she could rest her head on my chest. My arm came up instinctively around her shoulder, holding her against me. When she spoke again, it was softly, like she was saying something that she only wanted me to hear.
"Bobby, I liked having you make me feel good, I want you to keep making me feel good, and I'll make you feel the same. Why can't we keep making the people we love feel good? Yaz needs Ricky, and she needs me, but I need to have you there too; I felt it the very first time I saw you. I meant it when I said you were my brother, and I mean it now. Please don't leave me, not when I need you. Yaz was frightened, but she had me, and I made it alright for her, but I was frightened too, Bobby, I was frightened the whole time, and I had no-one; I need someone to make it alright for me; I need my big little brother to care about me and stop me being frightened too!"
