Greta’s revenge tasted very, very sweet.
I was taking a year out from Brighton uni while my boyfriend, Mark, carried on with his course. I was living and working in London, and to save money I stayed with Mark’s mum. It could have been difficult, but actually she was cool, and Mark’s younger brother, Luke, was cute as hell. We ended up spending a lot of time together and there was a definite sexual frisson, but at first nothing happened. I had no intention of cheating on Mark. Then.
But things changed quite considerably after one weekend down in Brighton. We were eating out with mates, when someone let slip what extracurricular activities Mark had been up to that term. With some of my female friends. On several occasions. It was just one comment, and as soon as the unlucky blabber saw my face she shut up and went red. Mark was away from the table and hadn’t heard.
I was devastated. I didn’t even stay to tell Mark where to shove it. I knew he’d find out what had happened and I wanted to leave him in suspense.
Back in London, Luke was in and at a loose end. We did the usual, which was to get in pizza and beers and watch a few films. I had a few more to drink than I usually would and ended up spilling out the whole story to Luke, who, I have to say, didn’t really make much effort to defend his brother.
“So that’s it?” he said, when I’d poured out the sorry tale. “So you’re definitely never going to go out with my brother again?”
I know it’s a cliché, but his eyes <were> really blue, and they did seem to be boring into my very soul. Well, that’s my excuse, OK?
In a second we were kissing, tongues crushing together, and it was something I’d been wanting to do for such a long time that it felt amazing. We were already sitting on the bed and he pushed me roughly back and was grinding on top of me, his erection pressing through his jeans. I knew if I stopped to think my conscience would take over, so I didn’t. I yanked at his buttons and freed his cock, which I noticed was much thicker than his brother’s. It was also gloriously hard.
I sat back up and pushed him back on the bed, looking deep into his eyes and then, snaking my way down his body, kissing his well-muscled chest and lightly-furred, flat stomach, before taking his whole cock into my mouth with one swift movement. He groaned, and I knew he was thinking, “My brother’s girlfriend is sucking my cock!”
It seemed to fit just right in my mouth, and I slipped back and forth with ease, taking it as deep as I could one minute and teasing it, licking at the tip, the next. His groans grew louder, which was delightful as his brother was usually very quiet. His hands were on the back of my head, caressing my hair. As he reached a climax he yelled out loud and the warm liquid hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, licking my lips. It tasted wonderful, faintly salty but not too much.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” he said, pulling me back up to his side to kiss me and taste himself on my lips. I couldn’t help but purr with satisfaction as he moved to return the favour.
After that night I went back to my parents for a few weeks, prior to returning to uni. And unfortunately, it turned out that I did get back with Mark, and I had to pretty much blackmail Luke into not telling his brother what had happened. However, he never did spill (as it were), and when Mark and I split up three years later, Luke was more than happy to carry on where we’d left off.
