Sometimes, family loyalty just has to go on a back burner.
My big brother Dan’s just started living at home again, to be near his new job. For two years I had Mum and Dad and the house to myself, and now Dan and his horrible habits have returned: his jacket on my hook, his trainers stinking out the house. It’s all just like it used to be, except there’s an extra annoyance – his girlfriend. None of us have actually met the mysterious Eliana, but we hear about her all the time. She works in a pottery, has the longest legs ever, is cute and funny and smart and my brother is in lurve. He’s cleaning the entire house (Dan of the pongy trainers!) because Eliana’s coming for Sunday lunch. The whole big ‘meet the family’ deal.
I’m annoying Dan by lounging on the sofa, wearing my oldest trackie bottoms and a grungy T-shirt – I have no intention of getting changed for her. When she arrives, she’s slim and dark like Salma Hayek, great teeth, and the kind of eyelashes most women would die for. I hate her. Dan’s right about the legs, too; they are long and slender and she’s wearing chunky boots that make them look even longer. Now I wish I’d put on something more stylish.
Lunch isn’t for an hour, and Dan clearly intends to take Eliana up to his room and get those long legs wrapped around his waist, but girlfriend is snapping her fingers and suggesting a walk. Mum insists I be polite and go too, so I trail out behind them, watching as Dan grabs her hand and swings it to and fro like a lovesick idiot. Eliana turns her head and smiles at me, and the smile is faintly embarrassed, as it should be. I give her a stony look and drop back so I’m walking three paces behind them down the lane.
On the green, about a dozen of Dan’s mates are chucking a cricket ball about. They yell at him to join in and he hesitates, but Eliana pushes him forward. “Go on,” she says. “It’ll give me a chance to chat to Courtney.” She turns to me. “Shall we walk round the green?”
I shrug. We walk. On the other side of the green is a waste ground of brambles and hawthorn bushes. “What’s back there?” girlfriend asks, looking at it.
“Nothing.”
“Let’s go and see anyway,” she says. I look at the boots and smirk. OK, if she wants to ruin her shoes. I stride off into the wilderness, my trainers making short work of the long grass and thorny brambles.
“Ouch!” says Eliana. I turn. She’s hooked up on a bramble, round her thighs and up her back. I can’t see how she managed it, but I walk back and begin to help her escape. We’re nose to nose, she smells of patchouli and her body is hot, although it’s not that warm a day. As I try to tug the bramble from her back, I reach round her and she leans forward so her breasts press against mine. I jump like the thorns are in me, not her, but her face in close-up is wearing a repressed laugh. I look away. Then her hips bump up against me and her right arm goes round my waist, as if to steady herself.
“Oops!” she says. I grin weakly, but she doesn’t let go. Instead, her hand slides up my back, between my shoulders, under my T-shirt. Under my T-shirt.
“I’m glad to have this chance to get to know you better,” girlfriend says, her mouth against my ear, and then she kisses the side of my neck. WTF? My brother’s girlfriend. Dan’s beloved. And she’s nibbling along the tendon in my neck in a way that makes my knees go weak. I let go of the bramble and put my hand on her arse instead, and she squirms around like an eel in a bucket of KY jelly and we’re groin-to-groin, with her thigh between my legs.
Well, it feels very good. I’ve never realised that a woman has a much better idea about that kind of thing than a man, but I’m realising it now, as Eliana grabs my hips and pulls me down hard on her leg so that I’m grinding against her thighbone. Her mouth fastens on mine – she tastes of liquorice – and her tongue is agile. I begin to work my fingers, lifting her tight black skirt until my hands rest on her bare buttocks. Not quite bare, I locate a thong, disappearing into her cleft, and slide a fingertip under it, but I have to stop my explorations and just clench my hands as there is no doubt that I am going to come.
I do. I’ve never done that before, or not like that, anyway, and I’m quite shaky afterwards. It’s a double first; no, a treble: I’ve never come with my clothes on, I’ve never had sex with another girl and I’ve never before got off with my brother’s girlfriend.
Eliana’s hands grab my shoulders and I’m staring into her face. She’s laughing again. “First time like that?” I nod. “Great, isn’t it?” I nod again, totally speechless. “Good, I like to surprise people.”
She’s done that all right. “Does Dan know…? I mean…”
She shakes her head. “Your brother’s very sweet but he’s hardly imaginative. Great for a fling, but …”
For the first time I can remember, I feel slightly sorry for Dan, but it doesn’t last, because Eliana’s kissing me again, and this time I’m ready. I let my hands rise to her breasts, which are soft and large for such a slender girl and I think I’m doing pretty well until her fingers snake into my tracksuit bottoms, straight past my underwear, and dive for my c**t like homing missiles. The explosion is instantaneous – she opens me up and at the same time finds my clit with her thumb and I come again, hanging off her hand and bleating into her mouth. Not elegant. Doesn’t matter.
It seems like time to reciprocate, so once I’m able to function again, I lift her skirt and pull the thong aside. It’s amazingly easy, as she’s already shown me, to bring another woman off. I find her clit straight away and begin to rub it with my index finger. She’s nearly as wet as me, and it’s not easy to stay on target, but the more I rub, the more she pushes her hips forwards, presenting the target to me. Her breathing gets faster when I’m doing things right, and her fingers dig into my upper arms, tighter and tighter until she comes too.
We walk back to the green slowly, gather up Dan and head home. Eliana never speaks to me, or even looks at me, but as she leaves she half turns and says, “You know where I work, don’t you Courtney? Call in, I’ll show you how to make pots.”
I will. Once Dan gets over her dumping him, which will inevitably happen. I’m not going to warn him – after all, I’m not my brother’s keeper.
