Chapter 1

My brother Bradley and I were almost regarded as an item as we grew up in our neighbourhood.

Brad was just two years older than me, so when we ran wild on the street, he was my protector. In doors though we squabbled and wrestled over things, because there was something about Brad that affected me. Ours was a struggling white family, struggling for respectability, yet those were the best of times.

As we reached our teens, that sexual friction between us caused upsets, although I didn’t understand why. I did find Brad attractive and once or twice we came close to sex, but then suddenly at fifteen I blossomed; five-six high, with flaxen hair, a cute face and a slender body. I also had a butt the boys salivated for; according to some of the crude remarks thrown at me! Someone even scrawled on the wall: ‘Queue here to fuck Linda’s butt!’ But rather than disgust me, the idea of anal sex excited me.

And then I don’t remember how it happened, but suddenly I was James Chiverton’s girl?

He was one of the few decent guys at college and I guess it flattered me, being chosen by him; but I know Brad wasn’t pleased for me, and we were mostly apart after that.

My romantic phase with James was short lived though, because in less than a year I found I was pregnant! My parents were quite upset. My dad hit the bottle and I can’t remember him saying anything about it? It meant I’d got married young; because that’s what you did; and I was just seventeen when I became married to James and we moved into Navy married quarters.

You see, James’s father was a Navy man and he’d pressed his son into becoming one too! He believed it would make James a respectable man who was able to support his young wife and child. And sure enough, that’s just how it worked out. James diligently rose up the ladder and I became the wife of a navel officer.

James’ parents were thrilled that he had achieved officer status; and my parents also bathed in the limelight of having a daughter to be proud of.

My prim and proper years as an officer’s wife progressed, and there I was with my daughter Rachel celebrating her 14th birthday! My husband and I were equally proud of her and James had such ambitions for her.

It was shortly after Rachel’s birthday that James received an important promotion, but it required him to take-up a posting abroad. James decided Rachel’s education should not be disrupted by the posting; not when she looked so neat in the school’s uniform. He felt Rachel and I should stay put while he did his dutiful stint abroad. I could tell James was looking forward to it, as much as I was. It would be liberating! And so we would adjust to homelife without James and we weren’t complaining!

Although I hadn’t seen Bradley for some years since moving away, we’d remained fond of each other and kept in touch.

When Brad made one of his occasional phone calls, he sounded almost pleased at the news I gave him of James being abroad? He became interested in how I filled my time and what I did with myself weekends.

By the time our conversation had finished he’d said a meeting between us was long overdue!

He came up with the idea of us sharing a weekend break at a smart hotel which I found very appealing; and he made it sound so easy, like it was the most natural thing to do?

But first I would have to see if Rachel could get a stay- over with her friend at some stage.

Within a fortnight I was on a train taking me to meet up with Brad in Salisbury; which he’d described as a wonderful old town with a cathedral and medieval streets!...

... Meeting up with each other after so long proved emotional, with much hugging and kissing.

I was pretty proud of myself at 30, and Bradley’s extra years had added to his masculinity, and the attraction I’d had for him as a girl, returned simply being with him.

Upon checking into The Kings Alms Hotel, I found we were sharing a room, but undeterred we both got ourselves settled in and freshened up. Brad then suggested we take in some of the nearby sights before dinner, so arm in arm we set off.

The old attraction between us was evident; our eyes had sparkled as we spoke to each other while meandering around the peaceful narrow lanes of the old quarter.

Then he’d softly remarked that I’d become a very yummy mummy; and that merely walking arm in arm with me was enough to make his cock hard!

I had chuckled at him saying I didn’t believe him; but when we found ourselves in a lonely spot, he’d placed my hand on it!

I’d literally gasped at the size of his cock! But what he’d said next surprised me even more!

“That’s what I’d like to slide into your arse Linda” he murmured, “Take you from behind and make you the sweetest slut in the world.”

Just for a second I’d wondered how to react; but only for a second.

“Yea, a lot have wanted to do that Brad, but none have had the balls to do it.”

My reaction inflamed him and he’d pulled me into an alleyway!

We’d embraced passionately. Then frantically our first sordid sex act had taken place in that dim dirty alley! I’d hoisted my skirt round my waist and lent forward with my hands against those grimy bricks! I realised I’d always wanted my brother’s cock ; now the moment had come as I offered my butt to him.

Brad first fingered my juicy cunt; then my butt-hole; before I felt his slick helmet begin to penetrate me.