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Chapter 2: Girls

The afternoon in Bushy Park was the relaxing detachment Corey and I needed. A light breeze tussled the British park, and the bright son inevitably began to ebb away, forcing Corey to stick on his shirt and cover his upper body. No more showing off to girls, I thought. Ironically, the park began flooding the later and cooler it got. I guess us Brits weren't naturally programmed to deal with the heat.

We got to the train station ready to head to the underground when Corey had to go take a leak. I told him to go head whilst I waited, taking an opportunity to oversee the influx of gorgeous scenery; code for hot girls. And boy was it a portrait. Beautiful girls with shades and light skirts that caressed their thighs. Freshly painted toes in fashionable sandals - I couldn't get enough of the sight. If I wasn't waiting on my brother, I'd have tried my luck with a couple.

It had been a good half a year or more since I had my last lay. Morgana was a petit 17-year-old redhead who was fiery socially and extremely gentle and subdued in bed.

`Are you going to fuck my pussy, babe? You going to make me cum?' she'd whisper with urgency. It turned me on to no end knowing someone wanted me this badly. My 7 inch slightly thick uncut cock a dart aiming for her sopping wet mound that was it's target. But these moments were never straightforward, not since the first time.

It was last January. Morgana and I had just started seeing each other. Both still virgins and only committing to foreplay. When the parents weren't home, and she was over for "studying", she'd quickly unfasten my school trousers and stroke my stiff prick with a slow gentle rhythm.

`Ugh, go faster! Harder!' I'd huff, frustrated at the lack of grip and pace I was used to by my own hand.

`Ssshhh, relax. Let me handle it.' She giggled.

After that first time, we progressed to a common "study" ritual of me finger-banging her while she stroked me to eruption. Weeks of learning what made a girl feel good with just my hands. But that subsequently got boring and we went to the next phase. Blowies. Now, I admit, I didn't really have a leg to stand on complaining about what I was receiving considering this was the first girl to give me this experience, but I felt her BJ's lacked a finesse. Her teeth would graze my head occasionally and there would be so little suction, I thought she was just hovering. And I never ever came by her mouth. I just decided that blowjobs, however hyped they were by the guys at school, were just not for me. Enough was enough. I wasn't going to go backwards.

'Morg, I need to be in you so bad.' I breathed heavily while she cleaned my cum off her hand with a tissue.

'Hayes, I...ugh, can we just wait?'

'What for? It's been ages already.' I said as frustration crept in my tone.

'We've been seeing each other a few weeks and I've been making you cum every time we've been together alone. Whats the issue?'

'Ugh, I know, and it's fucking amazing. It's just, all the guys at school-'

'All those guys are man-whores with sluts for girls, Hayes!' She snapped back. I immediately tried calming her down, with my brother being in the next room.

'Look, if you really want to, I guess we could. But...'

'Yeah? What is it?' I asked, sympathy oozing from me.

'I don't just want to be a lay you talk about.' She looked up, her face red with emotion threatening to spill over.

'Aww babe, you're fine!' I consoled, pulling her into a hug. 'I'm not one to kiss and tell, and I'm not having you here just for pride-sake. I like you, seriously!'

I'd won her over, because the following week we scheduled alone time at mine, but with a completely empty house. Something we never had the privilege of before. We got undressed and completely nude, and straight down to foreplay. After enough stroking to get me solid, she started sucking, but it just wasn't happening. I couldn't wait any longer. I propped her in the missionary position, and draped her legs on my shoulder, her pussy and my aching cock destined for each other. I slowly pushed against her entrance and the enveloping heat and moist walls of her pussy already had my cock warning me of an imminant orgasm. I pushed in further and she yelped. Urging me to go slower. With enough back and forth and pressure applied, I broke through and had officially taken her virginity. I stayed locked in her walls. My cock on the edge of spewing. I wasn't about to end this so soon. I took a few breaths and pulled back until only the tip of my head was inside and then pushed forward, my body shuddering from the immense pleasure that I had only dreamt of experiencing for so long. But it was to end now. I realized I'd have plenty of experiences to follow up with so I would cum and wait for the next go. I thrust in and as soon as I was balls deep, the door crashed open.

My ultimate reaching point had arrived as I slammed into Morgana with all my might, having the best orgasm of my life up to that point, inside her. I turned at the very start of my orgasm to see a wide-eyed, open-mouthed 14-year old brother standing in my doorway, his boxer-shorts tented, his rigid dick threatening to spring free from the hole in the front.

'I-err-'

I grunted and shuddered, maintaining eye-contact with Corey as he watched me have the greatest orgasm of my life.

'Get the fuck out!' I screamed. Morgana screeched like a wild banshee kicking me off of her as I fell off the bed, my rigid cock, still leaking cum. Corey stared at me in horror, clearly frozen to the spot. I leapt at him, giving him one strong shove that landed him on his back in the hallway, and I shut the door with a force that reverberated through the top floor.

Corey and I made up a couple days later. Being brothers, we couldn't be mad at the other for long at all, but it took Morgana weeks after that to get over the embarrassment. First completely ignoring me, calling me a sick freak; accusing me of setting that interruption up. Then she started replying to my messages and eventually, started talking to me at school. Once we started making out again, I knew things would be okay. We got back to fucking at the house again, but by this time Corey knew the signal. If I left a sock on my doorknob, he was not to come near that area. The only issue is, it never was the same.

When we fucked, it would be all well and dandy, but when I felt myself getting close, Corey's face would pop into mind. His scrawny frame with tented boxers masking the experience I was having and then I'd cum. Each orgasm better than the last. I'd shake the thought out of my mind the moment I came down from the high and Morgana would kiss me, believing it to be all her. Thats what I felt. Thats what I needed to feel. But from that moment on, it would be suppressed and never gone.

Standing there in the station, I remembered the thought of my brother popping into my mind in those moments. I shook my head to get rid of it becoming some sick fond memory or something and concentrated on the people walking by. Cute girl. Lovely floral dress. Hot brunette. I bet she's au natural down below. Cute guy, probably has a nice ass. Great hai- wait what?!

I was slapped on the back, breaking me from my reverie. 'Lets go.' My brother chirped.

I shook my head and rubbed the back of my neck, as if it would rid me of that uncharacteristic mentality . Getting turned on by sensual shit like saggers was one thing, but ogling dudes in public places like I would with girls was a no-no. I needed a good fuck and soon. That had to be it. That was what was clouding my mind. All this shit that was occurring was just a by-product of not getting any. Guess I'd have to get back out there and get acquainted with the opposite sex again.

-

After drilling through emails and sorting business and bills out, Corey and I sat down for dinner. I turned on the television to Grand Designs. I wasn't really into architecture nor did I know anything about it, but I loved Kevin McCloud's unwavering passion for these incredible structures that were dreamt up by people from different walks of life. The only thing they needed to fuel that dream were deep pockets.

I took a slurp of spaghetti meatballs and was judging the foundation materials one couple were planning to use as the base to their home where out the corner of my eye Corey crossed his legs that stood stretched out on the coffee table in front of him. He still had the exact same clothes on from the park earlier, minus the shoes, so his bare legs and feet were on display. I looked back at the tv, but my mind stayed with Corey's smooth legs. I snuck a peak back, and he was staring at his phone with his empty plate in his lap. His perfect feet glaring at me as if they were personally inviting me to lick them. His legs trailed up to shorts that were the only barrier to whatever it was that had grown since a year and a half ago. All I knew was he was shaved bald, to the point that he looked naturally hairless. My cock gave an involuntary twitch, causing me to cough and break the silence.

'How's the meal?' Corey asked.

'Yeah, its pretty good actually. This a new sauce?'

'Nah, I've made it before, but it's too good not to try again.'

'Damn straight!' I choked a little and coughed a strand of spaghetti back up.

'Chill dude!' Corey laughed, 'You don't have to inhale it.'

'Haw haw' I mocked, a little embarrassed. 'It is good, though.'

'Glad you like it, bro.'

I continue eating but a flashback to the park where he pulled down his shorts hit me. I cringed while my dick twitched in approval. Right, things had to change.

'So, Cor...'

'Yeah?' Corey said still tapping away at his phone.

'Spot any cute girls about?' This got his attention. He eyed me with a lopsided smile.

'Errr, maybe one or two, why?'

'Oh nothing.' I tried to play it off like casual chatter. He wasn't having it.

'Oh come on, whats this now? You haven't asked me about my romantic interests in forever.'

'I know, I know, and I'm sorry. I've been a little preoccupied with shit and you know, haven't really been as attentive as I could be.'

Corey eyed me suspiciously with that grin plastered across his face.

'Whats this about?'

'Nothing!' I laughed, 'am I not allowed to make casual chit-chat?

'No, it's cool. It's just, you haven't showed an interest in this stuff, so it's kinda....weird.'

I was fidgeting at this point. 'Well...I care, you know. About you and all that. I don't want you to think I'm just keeping you along for company or something.'

'Oh, come off it, of course not! You're fine, bro!' He smacked my leg, sending a jolt through me.

'Anywho, so any girls on the side?' I tried to remain casual, but my face was hot and judging by the raised eyebrow and smirk Corey was giving me, I figured he knew something was amiss.

'Nah, just me, myself and I. Well, thats not true. It's me, myself and you.' he winked. Why did he wink? My face was burning now. I wonder how red I was.

'Dude...are you blushing?' He laughed as my head threatened to pop.

'Pfft, shut ya face!' I hit back, jokingly.

'Oh my gosh! Someones caught your eye! You have-'

'Nope!' I interjected, 'No one!' I quickly picked up the remote to turn the tv up, but he snatched it away from me, reducing the volume to near silence. He put his phone down, put his plate on the table and sat crossed legged on the one seat sofa facing me.

'Puh-leeease!' Came his sassy reply, his smirk gave the full impression he didn't believe a word. 'Who is this chick and what is it about her?'

I stared down at my unfinished plate, contemplating for a second what to say. He'd know if I was lying. He'd know if I just conjured up some girl, so what do I say? Another flash of him laying in the park with no shirt flew into my consciousness and I realized I had to give him a taste of the truth.

'Well...' He was almost bouncing with glee at the prospect of me spilling about my supposed love interest. '...I shouldn't really be thinking about this person in this way'

'What way? Why?' He rushed.

'Geez, whats with the third degree?'

'Sorry! This is what happens when we don't let each other into our lives. So much to catch up on!' His face lit up

'Well, I'm- I'm just not sure it's right, okay? Like, we have this bond thats beyond a relationship, let alone desire.'

'Whoa, pull the brakes, Mr.!' I was sweating bullets. I must have been blushing something fierce. 'So this person has a tight bond with you that would make you, basically drooling over them, wrong by social standards?'

'Ugh, forget it.'

'No! Please! You said you wanted chit-chat, this is it!'

He could be a real stubborn fucker when he wanted to.

'It's just, yeah, it's wrong by societies standards. You can't just...lust after them.'

`But whats so wrong about fancying a girl?'

`Well, she's kinda like a sister to me. And everyone knows that.'

`Hmmmm. So you're lusting after this person? Like, what does that mean?' He started to calm down, but his intrigue remained.

'Well, no, I wouldn't call it lust, but- ugh, it's just weird. I dunno.'

'For fucks sake, man! Spit it out!'

'I'm just getting these images of them in my head. Images of them in kinda...well, I guess hot situations? I haven't really made my mind up about it.'

'The fuck you haven't. The way you're a hot mess right now tells me you're about ready to bust.'

'I'm getting interrogated! What else do you expect?!' My temper started to flair and I let some of that edge spill out at Corey. He flinched, and quietened.

'Sorry.' He mumbled, his face dropping. My stomach sank. I didn't want this.

'No, it's not your fault, don't be daft. Come here.' I got up and sat with him in the one seater and hugged him. He rested his head on my shoulder, his nose near my chin.

'You know I love you, right?' I spoke softly.

'Of course, you tit.' He giggled. I sighed, not knowing what I had on my hands. This weight of secrecy was causing more problems than I needed at this point in my life. I had to be done with it.

'I need to get back out there. Find a girl.'

'Like Morg?'

'Nah,' I croaked back. 'Someone new. Someone to keep me on my toes.'

'Like me?' My throat went dry instantly. Fuck! He couldn't possibly know. What was he even saying?!

'What?' I replied with feigned confusion.

'You know, like how I keep you on your toes?' Fuck me! I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

'Yeah, dude' I chuckled, exhausted by the stress of it all. 'Like you.'