My Brother’s Friend [MF] [Voy]

*Back in first year at University I had an early experience that started me thinking I may be somewhat voyeuristic. The thrill of being caught in a compromising situation started to grow in me and over the years I came to realise that I liked to be watched, or at least seen. This is the story of how I got my first taste of that rush.*

*One thing to point out is that when I started university, due to the timing of my birthday I was actually only seventeen which means that some of the earlier experiences I’d love to share with you, I am regrettably unable to. The story below happened during my return to my parent’s home for the Christmas break in first year, which was shortly after my eighteenth birthday.*

I was ready to go to University, and I think my parents agreed despite my relatively young age. The early weeks were a mixed experience with my lack of ID meaning that I wasn’t able to join my new growing group of friends in all the activities of fresher’s week. The halls of residence that I was staying in were vibrant and I was happy with my choice both of university and where to stay. By around the midway point through the first semester I had finally turned eighteen and things began to change. I was studying Mechanical Engineering and this was building on a strength I had shown for sciences and maths at school; I am still a STEM girl at heart! One of the nice things about my choice of course, not that this was a factor in the decision, was that the ratio of boys to girls definitively worked in my favour. I am bisexual, but in those early days of university that was something I was just starting to explore, so the distractions in the lecture halls in my first year came from the boys rather than the girls. I was eighteen, I was living away from home for the first time, and I was an attractive adventurous young woman; I could see no reason why I wasn’t going to have a lot of fun!

As the first semester ended, staying in the halls of residence meant we weren’t allowed to remain over the holiday period. So, like most of my new friends I headed back to my parents for the break. My brother Rob, who was also at university was coming home although being a couple of years older than me he could have stayed if he had wanted. I think it is most likely Mum and Dad could see that the opportunities for us to all be together were going to become fewer, so probably asked him to come back. My brother and I got on well, and still do. He never complained about his little sister tagging along when he went out with his mates, and I loved to tease them which often got my brother wound up. Conversely when he tagged along with my friends, they’d flirt with him and I know that at least two of them had made out with him at parties we’d been to.

It was a few days after I had got back home before Rob was due to arrive, and this gave me time to catch up with Mum and Dad on the first few months of university life. They asked me about my course, my accommodation, the new friends I had made and “did I have a boyfriend?” (No I didn’t). It was lovely to just be alone with them for a while, but I was also looking forward to Rob returning as I missed him. As a result, when he arrived and announced that he was going straight out to a party at one of his old school friend’s places, I was disappointed. I think he must have been able to see this and perhaps out of guilt but also I hoped because he missed me just as much, he asked me if I wanted to come.

Not knowing what the break would bring, I had brought a lot of clothes home with me. Mum joked it was to get her to wash them, but in reality I just didn’t know how to travel light. I rushed up to my old bedroom and started to rifle through my bags for just the right thing to wear as Rob shouted after me “It is already late, so don’t take long!”. After a fair amount or rummaging I settled on a short black skirt which on the outside was covered in sequence making it sparkle in the indoor lighting, and on the inside was lined with a silky fabric that allowed it to slide nicely over the thin black tights I had chosen. I completed the bottom half with a pair of almost knee length black boots with a couple of inches of heel to boost my 5’4” stature. On my top half I wore a white vest top which was quite tight to emphasise my ample chest, and over that a short black jacket which just met the top of the skirt. All of this was covering a matching set of white cotton thong panties, and a simple smooth t-shirt bra. I did my makeup quickly and satisfied with the overall look headed downstairs.

It took us about 30 minutes to walk to the party, and I was starting to regret the boots. I loved them, they always made me feel sexy, but the heels were not my friend for that long a walk. This did allow me to catchup with Rob and get some alone time with him, and we walked along together with my arm linked through his chatting about university life. I knew he had a new girlfriend who sounded nice and he said that his course (Law) was also going well. The topic moved to me and he asked if I had a boy I was with, “or a girl” he said with a wink which made me blush slightly. At the time I thought he was trying to tease me but looking back now I suspect he always knew that I liked girls and with retrospect think he was being supportive. Most likely this was his way of letting me know it was fine with him either way.

Arriving at the party we let ourselves in as it was clear from the noise that nobody was going to be answering the door. We made our way through to the back of the house where the kitchen was and Rob unloaded the beers he had brought into the fridge, and took out the half full bottle of vodka he pinched from Mum and Dad’s drinks cabinet for me. He opened himself a can and took a swig before he set about rummaging the cupboards for a glass to make me a vodka and coke. I watched him as he opened and closed cupboards and thought to myself how much I loved him, and how lucky I was to have a brother that cared about me and didn’t just ditch me at the first opportunity. Drinks made, we wondered through the house to see who we could find.

In the dining room, the table and chairs had been moved to the side and someone had brought the biggest set of speakers I had ever seen at a house party. In front of this there was an area that was being used as a makeshift dance floor and a few girls I didn’t know were dancing and giggling with drinks in their hands. Moving through into the front room where the noise was a bit less there were groups of people standing around or sitting on chairs mostly trying to talk. There was a couple making out in the corner with the girl sitting across the guy’s lap as they kissed. I was pretty sure from the angle of his arm that it was up inside the front of her top. I recognised some of the people here as Rob’s friends and he wandered over to say hello to a couple of lads standing in the corner. He glanced back to me to see if I was coming but I nodded my head to the side indicating I was going to see who else was around. He called over “Try downstairs, there’s a pool table.” and smiled before turning back to his friends. I wandered back out into the hall and briefly glanced up the stairs to see what was happening. The staircase was mostly covered with people sitting or standing chatting, so I decided it would be too hard to get passed. Further down the hall there was a door open in the side of the staircase and I could see some light coming up, so I went down to explore.

The whole basement of the house opened up into one large room, which was clearly part way through being converted. Most of the walls had plasterboard on them but were not yet painted, there was a pool table as Rob had said at the far end with space around it to play, and at the top end closest to the stairs was an area of seats arranged around a TV. In behind the staircase there was more space which was empty, still I assumed waiting for a use to be identified. The lighting was dimmer than you’d expect with the overall effect being that the pool table end and the unused space were lit just enough to use, but the TV end was brighter from the upstairs light spilling down.

Playing pool were three boys who I knew from Rob’s class in school. Jake was about 6’ tall and the standout looker of the group. He had blonde hair and had I recalled been a bit of an athlete in school; it was obvious that he still looked after himself and I spent a moment or two admiring his muscular arms beneath his short sleeve shirt, and flat stomach which led down to the waistband of his jeans. As he bent over to play a shot I took in the view of his tight bum and for a moment imagined the muscles in his cheeks tensing as he thrust in and out of me. Snapping out of this momentary daydream I looked to the next person which was Max. Max I knew better as one of Rob’s closer friends. He was shorter at about 5’8” by my estimation which meant with my heels on he wasn’t much taller than me. He had dark short hair, cut in tight at the back. He was wearing a light blue shirt which was untucked at the waist and hung over a pair of dark trousers. He was cute but didn’t have the chiselled athletic features or body that the other two had. Finally, was Thomas who again I knew fairly well. He also had dark hair and a well built frame and was good friends with Jake from their days together playing rugby and athletics at school. Thomas wore a tight t-shirt which I suspected was intended to show off his fit body and also had a pair of tight jeans on. As I looked over I could see the beautiful brown eyes that had been an attraction to so many of the girls at school.

As I watched them play from the other side of the room, Thomas looked my direction and we made eye contact. He smiled at me and waved me to come join them which after a short moment of hesitation I did. “Hey guys, look it’s Sarah! Wow, not seen you in ages, how are you doing?” Thomas stepped around the table and gave me a big hug like we were old friends, and as he lent in to kiss me on the cheek I could smell the beer on his breath.

“Hi guys” I replied smiling at them in turn and accepting Thomas’s hug. As he broke away he wobbled slightly and I figured he’d been here a while. Both the other two each came over and gave me a hug and quick kiss before returning to their game. It appeared that it was Max that Jake was playing, so Thomas remained close to me while they played their next few shots. I was pretty sure I caught him trying to sneak a few looks at my chest as we made small talk watching the others play, which I was flattered by after all Thomas and Jake had been the crush of many of my friends only a few years ago.

The boys continued to play pool with me watching and they completed a couple of games. Jake beat Max, then Jake and Thomas played a close game with Jake just getting it at the end. I finished my drink and Jake got me another while he grabbed them all some more beers and Thomas and Max completed the round robin with Thomas winning. When he returned he handed me my drink and had two each for the rest of them. By this time it was pretty obvious that they’d all been at it a while and were each showing a bit of coordination issues missing what should have been quite easy shots. Max seemed to be the least affected which surprised me given the other two were the bigger lads.

Max asked me if I wanted to play which I did, and it wasn’t much of a challenge to beat him, I then played Thomas and lost. I wasn’t really in the mood to play pool though so I declined to play Jake and let the boys continue their games. Jake and Thomas lined up to play and I moved out of the way slightly into the vacant space around the back of the stairs with Matt to let the other two have enough room to move around the table. Matt and I started chatting. I had forgotten how charming and funny he was. Maybe it was the confidence that a few beers had given him, or the couple of vodkas I had consumed which was relaxing my inhibitions, but by the time he disappeared off to get himself another beer and me another vodka I was finding myself quite attracted to him. The guys asked him if he wanted a turn but he declined instead choosing to stay talking with me.

We were getting on really well, talking about my starting university and how he had gone into the family business – they owned a couple of small independent restaurants in town and he was learning the ropes as the assistant manager in one of them. We joked about old memories and reminisced about people from years gone by. I think he forgot that I had only left a year ago, but for him school was now over two years ago and most people had moved off to study or travel, or in a few cases joined the armed forces. As the conversation progressed our body language had changed and we were standing much closer together, we had also started to flirt with each other and finding myself liking him this included in my case some gentle touches here and there of his arm and holding his look just slightly longer than was comfortable. I was starting after my third drink to feel like I needed to sit down for a bit and take a load of the heels but looking around I couldn’t see any free seats.

“Do you mind if we move back a bit and lean against the wall, my feet are starting to get a bit tired?” I asked him. And with that we moved further into the disused space. I leant my back against the wall and lifted one of my feet up to place the sole on the wall giving it a rest, which caused my short skirt to ride up slightly. Matt came over and stood next to me, much closer this time, and leant sideways against the wall facing towards me. I definitely saw him look down at the extra thigh that was showing, and I felt a little tingle between my legs and my heart rate increase slightly as I realised he was checking me out. I was finished my drink now and momentarily bent over to place the glass on the floor before returning to my position again with my left leg raised, and Matt standing on my right. I turned to look him directly in the eyes and smiled, our faces maybe ten inches apart, and I held the gaze without saying anything. After a moment or two he took the hint and leaned in to kiss me gently on the lips. His lips were soft and wet and it sent a tingle through my body at that first touch. After a lingering moment I felt the gentle pressure of his tongue pushing through and I opened my mouth to lent him in. Our tongues gently flickered against each other and I massaged the sides of his with mine, then over the top. I brought my hands up from my side and putting my right around his lower back, my left came up to cup the side of his face. We kissed like this for a couple of minutes which was glorious, he was a very good kisser.

Matt broke off our kiss momentarily to get rid of his beer freeing up his hands and when he returned he placed himself directly in front of me, pressing himself against my chest and his groin coming into contact with my lower abdomen given the slight height difference. Again we locked into a passionate kiss this time with my arms both up around his neck and his right against the wall for support and left on my waist. His kisses were so soft and sensual, I could have stayed like that doing nothing but kiss him for the rest of the night. Most of the time my eyes were closed, but occasionally I would open them to take in the surroundings and not more than 15 feet away I could see the two boys playing pool and didn’t think they had noticed us. The rest of the room was broadly obscured from view by the stairs although I could see the shadows of people moving around.

After maybe 10 minutes of this kissing I felt the gentle slow progression of Matt’s left hand working from my waist up the side of my body. It took a couple of seconds for him to find my right breast and he gently cupped it, releasing a moan from me into his mouth in response to his touch. To start with he gently massaged the underside and round to the outside then occasionally alternating this with moving his hand further in to gently roll my now hard nipple between his fingers before returning to the gentle massaging action. I was in heaven and never wanted this to stop. I again opened my eyes slightly and this time I looked straight into the eyes of Thomas who was standing at the far end of the pool table. When our gaze connected I at first held my breath for a second, but when he didn’t turn away as I expected he would after being caught staring, I felt a fluttering in my vagina which I could tell was starting to get wet from Matt’s attention. Thomas simply smiled and kept watching. I closed my eyes again and carried on enjoying Matt’s tongue explore my mouth as his hand explored my breast turned on more by the moment shared with Thomas.

Perhaps sensing my additional arousal in my kissing or the relaxing of my body, Matt clearly took this as a sign that I was enjoying the moment, which I was. He was of course completely oblivious to us having been caught by his friend. His response to this was that I could now feel his very hard penis pressing against me through the thin fabric of his trousers. He shifted his weight slightly moving his feet closer to me, pressing himself into me but allowing him to move his right hand off the wall and slide it down my left side. He passed my collar bone trailing his fingers against it lightly and kept on going to my breast. He squeezed it gently for a moment, again feeling the stiffness in this nipple but this wasn’t what he was after and his hand continued its journey down passed my waist and round to squeeze my firm bum. Again I moaned into his touch as a sign of encouragement. I once again opened my eyes and Thomas was watching me, now joined by Jake who apparently had decided this was more intriguing than the game of pool. After a moment of eye contact with Thomas I moved and held Jake’s gaze for a few seconds before returning to Thomas again. This time I didn’t shut my eyes.

Matt was still caressing my right breast, but now the hand that was squeezing my bum was moving again. This time it slid down my bum as far as he could reach and I felt his fingers pull gently at the fabric of my skirt, drawing the hem upwards. I used my shoulders to push slightly against the wall to provide some space around my bum to allow the fabric to move and I felt as Matt got a hold of the bottom of it and then his hand made contact with my bum again. I could feel the warmth of his touch through the thin material of my tights. He squeezed gently before slowly starting to move his hand round towards my front and my now soaking pussy. As he did this, I continued to make eye contact with his two buddies each in turn, I also moved my hands down from being around his neck and slowly tucking them in through his arms felt for his erection through his trousers.

As Matt’s first finger found my slit through my tights and pants I moaned heavily into his mouth momentarily closing my eyes and reopening them. I had to steady myself by parting my feet into a wider than normal stance. This allowed him better access to me and also pushed my skirt slightly further up my bum. I broke away from the kiss and placed my head onto his shoulder allowing me to breath more freely with this new sensation. My feet were now comfortably outside Matt’s and Jake and Tomas would be in no doubt that I had just opened myself up for their old school friend’s fingers. My left hand was fondling Matt’s balls through his trousers and with my right I felt for and opened the fly of his trousers, reaching inside and through the opening of his boxer shorts to take a firm grip of his shaft holding it, feeling its stiffness. Matt moved his hand up to find the waistband of my tights and moved his hand back down inside both tights and knickers. As two of his fingers slipped inside me for the first time I started to gently pump his cock up and down. Still looking directly at Thomas I opened my mouth and let out a deep moan into Matt’s ear not so he’d know how turned on I was, but so that both Thomas and Jake would know he had just entered me.

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