Chapter 1

“Oh god, yes ... fuck me, little bro!”

Randy just smiled that wide grin of his, and continued to pump in and out of my legs. It wasn’t long before I could feel his orgasm building, which almost immediately triggered my own. As we collapsed into a sweaty heap, holding each other, I hoped that my little brother Andy hadn’t heard anything.

Yeah ... having a lover with an incest fetish and a name only one letter off my brother’s name can definitely be confusing - and as you’ll see, it quickly led to problems - but at the time, I didn’t see any issue at all.

But I’m getting ahead of myself ... it all started a few weeks earlier, when I met Randy for the first time.

My name’s Fenella - I’m 19, a gymnast - pretty good at it, to be honest, though of course it doesn’t pay the bills - and my little brother is a genius and a creep, in that order. He’s eventually going to invent something that will save the world, but right now he seems more interested in creating something that will let him look down girl’s tops. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was working on some kind of X-ray goggles, so he could sit outside and look at naked girls without them even knowing.

I wandered into his room, to see if he was still making dinner (our parents are out most nights) but to my surprise he wasn’t there. Instead, there was a stranger - by far, the most attractive stranger I’d ever seen.

Now I’m not easy, but one look at this guy and my knees went weak. I blushed with instant embarrassment, and wondered why a hottie like this was hanging out in my dweeb brother’s bedroom.

“Hi,” I said, after an uncomfortably long silence. “I ... uh ... I’m Fenella.”

“It works!” the stranger exclaimed, and I giggled in response.

“What works?”

“Oh, I ... uh ... well, my efforts to get a cute piece of ass like you to talk to me.”

I almost swooned - this rough, manly, mysterious stranger ... thought I was hot? My blush somehow deepened, and I again lost the ability to speak.

“What’s your name?” I eventually said, after a far-too-long-pause.

“It’s, uh ... it’s ... R ... Randy.”

God, what a sexy name. I didn’t even notice, at the time, how similar it was to my brother’s name, but when he spoke I suddenly noticed that Randy was wearing one of Andy’s old tops. Of course, it looked much better on the stranger than it ever had on Andy...

“Where is Andy?”

A look of sexy worry appeared on Randy’s face, but it immediately passed, and he replied in a low tone that sent erotic chills up my spine.

“He’s gone out. He asked me to look after you while he was gone.”

Well, believe me, I wasn’t going to object to being “looked after” by this hunk of a man, and once more, I just giggled.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, hoping to impress the dark stranger. “I can cook something up, if you like...”

Randy agreed, and as we left for the kitchen, picked up one of my brother’s weird inventions and carried it with him. I didn’t know why, but somehow I knew better than to ask.

Dinner was magnificent, if I do say so myself - I pulled out all the stops; I was so determined to impress my brother’s friend. I wanted to ask how they knew each other - my brother’s pals are normally pasty-faced geeks like himself, but Randy ... it was like he’d stepped straight off the front cover of my favourite erotica novel.

Mom and Dad came home at one point; they took one look at the candle-lit dinner that Randy and I were sharing, and understood what was happening. Making noises about needing to sleep, they went straight to bed, and Mom even gave me a wink on the way up.

The conversation flowed so easily with the strange man - it was like we’d known each other all our lives. He understood what I liked, what I didn’t, and he wasn’t shy about teasing me. I hung on his every word, laughing whenever he made even a slightly humorous comment, and spent the evening unable to believe how comfortable I felt with him.

When we finished eating, neither of us said a word - he just stared at me with those deep, beautiful eyes of his, and we silently agreed to move up toward my bedroom.

I don’t want you to think I’m a slut, or anything like that - this guy just got me, and (if I’m being honest) got my juices flowing as soon as I met him. He was so unbelievably sexy, I knew I had to have him.

And have him I did. We made love all night - I came more than I knew was even possible - and after a night of passion, we just held each other and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to find Randy gone. And even worse, my brat brother was standing over me, a huge, smug grin on his face.

“I really enjoyed last night...” Andy said with a leer, as I pulled the covers up to make sure that he couldn’t see anything.

“That’s good to hear,” I snapped, looking around to see if Randy had left me a note. I hadn’t even gotten his number, I suddenly realized ... or even his last name! “What did you get up to - pull yourself off thinking about computer parts?”

A strange look of panic crossed Andy’s face, and he reached out to grab the invention that Randy had insisted on bringing up to the room with us. He paused in thought, and after a few seconds of processing, his stupid cocky grin came back.

“Nah,” he said, “nothing interesting. Hey, did you meet my mate ... Randy?”

I just nodded, and I think my eyes must have gone out of focus for a few seconds. Randy! My heart yearned for him, and so did my loins. Last night had been the best sex I’d ever had, and I knew - I just knew - that we had to do it again.

Andy was my only link to the mysterious stranger who had rocked my world, and so I suddenly smiled at him.

“I did. I ... I really like him. Do you reckon I could get his number?”

“He doesn’t have a phone,” Andy said casually as he left the room. “He says it makes him more enigmatic...”

I would have scoffed, except ... he was totally right.

I didn’t see Randy again for another week. I thought about him every day, wondering if it was forever destined to be a one night thing, or if our paths would cross again ... To my surprise, Mom seemed just as obsessed. That next morning, she came and asked me all manner of questions about him - who he was, how we’d met ... she even wanted to hear details about our night together, which had always firmly fallen into the category of “stuff she definitely doesn’t want to hear about.”

I told her that he was a mate of Andy’s, and I overheard her cross-examining my brother about the stranger more than once.

One day, I was passing Andy’s room, and I instinctively looked in. At first glance I thought it was just my brother, sitting at his computer, but I did a double-take and realized that it was Randy! They had a very similar haircut (which, of course, looked infinitely better on Randy) and they must have shopped at the same store, because they wore all the same clothes.