It was a very odd sort of day. You would imagine by now that I am used to visits from Brothers and would simply take it all in my stride- but actually that was not the case in this particular event at all. I suppose there's a sort of collective amnesia when it comes to the way we Brothers and Sisters operate. Whatever is going on with our partner or even other Brothers (or presumably Sisters) we seem to have the ability to set it all aside and throw ourselves body and soul into our current relationship- and it works.

The trouble is what happens when you get too close? I don't mean emotionally or physically close- I mean as friends. Over the past six months a rather unorthodox foursome has arisen: Terry, Lachlan, Heather and I. Unorthodox in that we are bound together by a slightly different bond than it might have first appeared. What began as two sexual affairs between Terry and Heather and Lachlan and me had morphed into a close, almost sibling quartet. I can't deny that I still fancied the pants off Lachlan and I am well aware that leave Terry and Heather on their own for long enough and you will have lift off. But together we become a sort of team. Lachlan feels like my brother (God, that sounds a bit creepy, doesn't it?) He teases me unmercifully and we argue like cat and dog but I would kill anyone who harmed a hair of his head. Terry seems very protective of Heather, as though she was his kid sister, and she really looks up to him - but she gives him a bollocking if he annoys me or gets too big for his boots. And he seems to take it from her, where he would give me a piece of his tongue (although some parts of his tongue I accept gratefully enough!!) for the same thing.

When the four of us are together we are a team- playful, mates, teasing- the whole thing. Two couples who hang together. Heather and I gossip and bitch about them- they whinge and put us down. We moan about having to do all the work; they rub up against us and tell us we are bloody lucky to have real men- now go and get the dinner started. It is fantastic and feels like we are a real family.

Last week was just like that. They came over for Valentine's weekend and so did Teener and Hando. What a revelation. You would search far and wide to find three more different men but we forgot the overriding factor that links them (apart from the obvious fact that they have impressive male genitalia, that is). The Aussie factor. I am convinced that it is genetic rather than cultural. Put three Aussie men in front of a TV, add a crate of VB and the Six Nations' Rugby and you will find that they are clones of each other. It is scary. I have never heard a better proof that men still need a few thousand years of civilisation and they might nearly get it right, as was proved that weekend.

We three girls sat and bitched. We sat and laughed. We threw cushions at them when one of them was particularly gross (which was fairly regularly).We wet ourselves when they played charades. We cooked dinner. We upset them when we discussed feminine problems (why are vaginal complaints unacceptable but farting is something to be boasted about?). We fetched beers. We complained about endless sport. We sat on their knees and cuddled up to watch the same matches. We slept late. We cooked breakfast. We gave them Valentine's cards and gifts and they pretended they had forgotten what we were here for. We kept each other awake at nights.

It was an absolute roaring success. 

Lachlan and Heather stayed on a couple of days when the other two buggered off somewhere. During the days, Terry was working while Lachlan had some course to attend at the aviation centre. Heather and I spent lazy days at the shops or decorating one of the remaining rooms which was still not finished. Evenings we had dinner together and sat around chatting late into the night. On Feb 18th, Lachlan and Heather checked out of Thorne Inn and went to a local hotel. That's when the weirdness began.

Come the next day, Terry picked Heather up and took her to Scotland on a long planned trip. Lachlan moved into my bed.

See what I mean- weird, hey?

Things were a bit awkward that evening as we sort of skirted the issue of what we were there for. Well, of course we weren't there for that- I mean, not unless we wanted it, you know? Did we want it? I don't think either of us was exactly sure. During the course of the evening we talked around the subject.

"What did Terry say?"

"'Bout what?"

"Ya know...Maxie's little rear guard action last month?"

"None of your business."

"Well, he gave me a bollocking."

"Did he? What did he say?" 

"None of your business."

We exchanged glances but neither of us was prepared to break the dead lock on that one.

And later:

"Where do you reckon they are now?"

"Scotland?"

"I know that, clever...where in Scotland- and do not say a bloody hotel...I mean...do you think they are....you know...?"

"Christ, Uma- do you have to spell everything out? How the fuck do I know?"

"Well, I only asked. I mean...they might be thinking the same about us..."

"I doubt it."

"Why? Why would they not be bothered?"

"I didn't say they wouldn't be bothered. I said they wouldn't be discussing it."

"Why not?"

"'Cos they don't have the same  fucking peculiar notion of what makes for interesting small talk as you do."

"Thanks a bloody lot...I was only saying..."

"I know."

"Well, I bet they've got adjoining rooms..."

"That's it. I'm going to bed."

Don't say it. I know I should have shut up- but I was curious. I wanted to try and see if he would admit that he was uneasy, that he wanted to sleep with me, that it was weird to be best mates one minute and then lovers the next. But he seemed unwilling to do that so I let him storm off. Looked very much like I was going to have to admit that he didn't feel the same way for me as I did for him. It's not a problem. I can live with it. I never expect any of the Brothers to feel like I'm anything more than their friend and their occasional partner in sin. Apart from Terry. Of course. And Maximus. In theory. And Lachlan...my unrequited passion?

I locked up and went to bed but couldn't sleep. I was thinking about the Game a lot and trying to get my head round where we all were at the moment. You know how things swirl around in your head at night and everything seems to take on a very different slant? I thought of the past and how things might be in the future. I thought of the present and the man in bed a floor below me. It was too much stimulation for me simply to switch off and go to sleep.

Finally I got up and went downstairs to make a cup of hot chocolate. Lachlan was sitting at the bottom of the stairs smoking in the dark; I almost tripped over him.

We sat together and talked for a while and we made a decision. There could not be four people in this relationship- there must only ever be two when it is our time alone. Suddenly it was clear to us both. He stood up, gave me his hand and pulled me in for a kiss. We walked up the stairs arm -in-arm.

It wasn't straight up and at each other. Lachlan and I rarely go about it like that. I sat on the bed while he unpacked and wandered around chatting; we just loosened up generally. A track was playing on the CD and was setting a nice lazy sort of mood. Lachlan stripped unselfconsciously and went through to shower; I wandered in and sat on the edge of the bath as he shaved and we got ready for bed.

"You don't usually shave at night," I observed.

He pulled a face to get round his chin. "Yeah well, you are the lucky one...you get me nice and smooth...see, like a baby's bum..." he wiped his face and rubbed his cheek on mine. Some of the foam on his neck rubbed off on me.

I grimaced. "Lachlan Curry, that was very thoughtful of you- unnecessary as I am a bristle perve- but nice all the same. And actually you don't need foam...I bring my own. I suddenly feel very creamy. Lucky, lucky you..."

"Oh, to be your knickers....." he groaned crudely, whilst making a grab for said underwear.

I said "OH!" as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pants and wandered down south.

"OH!" echoed Lachlan went his fingers slid along my wetness. He let out a soft sigh. "Betty Boop, I adore you... give me a cuddle. I want to touch you all over."

I squirmed under his exploring fingers and rolled in close. "Touch me wherever you like..." I whispered into his ear as his other hand found its way beneath my T-shirt to cup my breast. He played around while I kissed any part of him that I could reach. He suddenly broke away, picked me up and carried me through to the bed. I was well away as he knelt up, looking down on me boneless on the coverlet.

"I want to start with your hair," he muttered as he pulled it from its band. "It's so soft, longer than I remember it. He arranged it around my face and let it tumble onto my shoulders. "Then down your slender neck..." a gasp... "so beautiful..."

I writhed at his touch, willing him to feel me all over. "I love your big hands on me," I mumbled as he sank against me, his lips seeking mine and then moving down.

"I have to kiss you there, just under your ear and then ....just above where your pulse is beating..." He talked and then carried out his words; my flesh quivered at his gentle touch. "Then I slide my hands down to your breasts..." he moaned. "I promise, I will be gentle...I have to taste them. I have to..."

I gently pushed his head from me as he ravaged my clothes to get to my nipples. Kneeling up as he lay on his side, his right hand stroking my hip, I slowly removed my t-shirt and slipped down the straps of my bra until I was naked to the waist. His purr of approval made my body weak. Offering my breasts to his lips, I whispered "Kiss me."

Lachlan sucked in a deep breath. "Taste me." I urged him on.

He rubbed his face gently against my breasts. "You're beautiful." Licking the tip of one, he blew air over it. "I love to watch your nipples get hard." His words made me arch into him. "I want to suck..."

His words were stifled as he opened his mouth and took in as much of me as he could, his tongue flicking sensuously as he sucked and nibbled.

"Oh God! You feel so good."

Lachlan slid his hand down my belly to rub gently there while he made love to my breasts, his fingers edged towards my hair and I ground my hips against his hand to encourage him. Between my legs I felt like liquid. Molten and hot, itching and uncomfortable, desperate to feel him there.

His head moved to the other breast, a deep suck and kiss, the other nipple rolled in his fingers; he growled low and throaty, a sound I wondered if he was aware that he had made. He fondled my neck while his tongue licked a path from beneath my breast to my throat, up the side of my neck to my cheek and then claimed my mouth in an erotic kiss. I slid my arms round his neck wrapped my legs around his body and he rocked gently against me, the hard press of his shaft urgent against my belly.

"Do you want me?" he muttered into my ear.

"Always."

"What do you want me to do?" I groaned the response and I felt the immediate reaction- his cock seemed to jump and his breathing deepened. I shivered. He covered my face with butterfly kisses while he waited for my answer.

"I don't know...I want to feel you...I want to come ...I want to help you come..."

"I can make you come, love. Don't worry about me now. Let me take care of you."

"No!"

He pulled me tighter into him, kissed my neck more wildly than before, muttering vague strands of sentences... "Let me take you to your pleasure."

My hand slipped to cup his groin and squeeze tenderly. His deep moan was deliciously arousing. "Unnngh...lay down with me here."

With a few slick movements, he stripped off the rest of my clothes without teasing, gently but with intent. He parted my legs and looked as he stroked the swollen, wet folds. "I want to touch your naked body all over."

I lay down beside him, threw away his towel and stroke him, massaging the drip of his first juices into the hot velvet of his head. His hands mapped my breasts, my belly, between my legs and back up again, trailing moisture up over me and then suddenly dropping his head to lick it from me.

"So hard, Lach..." my fingers circled his girth and manipulated his warm cock; he grunted and moved my hand off as he obviously struggled to control his own urge.

Moving down my body, eyes closed, lips pressed to my belly, he whispered, "Want you so much."

"Come inside, Lach...let me feel you..." All the while, his open mouthed wet kisses ranged down my lower body, into my navel, between my legs. He seemed frantic and unrestrained. Suddenly he paused, parting my folds with careful precision "You want me here?" His finger pushed inside. I gasped and writhed, legs wide, wild myself now. "Oh my God...."

He removed it and licked it clean. Wetting his middle finger and inserting both, he pushed deep. "You want me here, sweet girl?"

"Oh...Lach....please..." I was almost sobbing, grasping his upper arms and forcing him deeper into me. But Lachlan was taking his time, pumping slowly, lazily, knowing it wasn't the rhythm I wanted, kissing my swollen lips, my clit but never hard enough to make me come.

"Please!...more...." I was begging for release. A hum rose from his throat as he rubbed his face against me, cheeks and chin wet with my juice, glorying in the scent and feel. "Mmmmmm."

His fingers became more purposeful as did his kissing, lashing me with his tongue, suddenly aggressive and demanding. "Come on, girl...fly with me."

I was beyond reason, all the musings of earlier in the day thrown to the winds, fucking myself on his fingers and moaning... beginning to tighten against him and lose the battle. I could feel his rocking motion as he rubbed his cock against the bed in time to the thrusts of his fingers and the sweet pulls of his mouth. I cried out.

"That's it, Betty, he gasped, his own excitement evident in the strangled tone of his voice. "Come on my mouth...come on my mouth!"

I screamed, swore profanely, felt his smile against my sex at that, still working me with his mouth and tongue. My thighs closed about him trapping his hands as he eased his face away. It was too good- pleasure wracked with pain, flesh tingling with sensitivity.

Lachlan chuckled; he was pleased at his performance, felt good to see the helpless state he had reduced me to. I caught his eyes, dark with pleasure and lust as he looked up to see my face. Our gazes met, wild and stormy "Please....please..." I entreated. He moved up over me, his cock leaving a wet trail as he slid up my body, kissing and nipping and then he pushed his two fingers, pungent with my come, into my mouth.

I panted nervously awaiting his onslaught.  "Suck them, taste how sweet you are... get them nice and wet."

I waited, obeyed him, tasted myself and then he pulled them out, wet with my saliva and slicked himself in the moisture, using my fingers, wrapped inside his palm to jerk himself, rubbing my slit with the tip slowly.

I whimpered softly. 

"Tell me it's ok...I don't want to put you in a difficult position....." His eyes had lost some of the wildness and were serious now. I suddenly realise that in this one moment, he was ready to stop if he needed to. He was giving me the choice to say no.

"You won't hurt me....please!" And he slid in slowly, so slowly, panting hard to control his desire to thrust deep. It felt sublime even though he remained shallow, holding back his full length as he slowly moved in a regular motion that must have stimulated his head strongly.

I mutter.  "Hard, wet, smooth, hot..." Inane, adjectives streaming from me as he thrust, his weight resting on his elbows and knees, kissing me and burying his face in my hair. "You smell so good...like a woman should...feel so good...tight and wet..."

I whisper "Fuck me, sweet, sweet man..."

...But he was far beyond words... "Unnngh...." beginning to move faster, pushing inside, grunting on each downward movement.

"Come on, Lachlan...it's ok... you are so... fucking ...beautiful...." He was. Utterly beautiful, strong virile young male in my arms. His body was writhing against me as if he wanted to use every inch of his flesh to caress me, cover me, absorb me into him. "So big, Lach, so hard..." My words seemed to drive him on although he didn't reply; his hand slipped between us, snaking down my belly, resting there one moment palm cupping, before moving lower to touch me. He flipped me over so that he was now on his back and adjusted me to sit on top of him.

"Christ...feel where we're joined..."he muttered.

"Takes...my ...breath...away..."

Lachlan lifted me away slightly  to watch himself enter me; our bodies moved together, his cock disappearing with an involuntary gasp from both of us and then reappeared to another sigh as our bodies moved  together.

"So beautiful, love...cock and cunt...Jesus...so beautiful... watch us....see how you take me in..."

I whimpered as I watched his shaft sliding in and out. "So erotic...let me kiss it...I want to taste us both..."

His eyes closed, the sight too erotic for him to bear as he withdrew and moved up my body offering his cock to my lips. "Taste us." I curled around him, a soft open mouth kiss to his dripping head and then sucked hard. He grunted hoarsely as it slipped deep into my throat. His fingers brushed my mouth and traced his girth as it stretched my lips. "So pretty...so..."  His head fell as his tip touched the back of my throat, the pungent aroma of sex in my mouth and my nostrils, making me moan like an animal as I pleasured him.

Meanwhile Lachlan pulled back, afraid of going too deep and choking me in this position, thrusting shallowly, fucking my mouth gently as my tongue flickered, cradling his balls in one hand and using the other to jerk the base. I knew he was close, struggling, wanting to make me come but too aroused to stop.

"Jesus... God...Uma... come to me..."

I pulled away slowly and saw his head fall forward; he was shaking, trying to breath through his desire to come.

"What do you want?"

"Come in me, Lach...please."

"Tell me...tell me..." he whispered over and over as he kissed me above my heart.

"Fill me up..."

"Are you sure you want this? You want me to come inside you now?"

"I can't help it...I want to make you happy... I want you too much to stop. I ache for you..."

But Lachlan smiled and kissed my neck. "It doesn't matter...I can come on your belly, bring you off with my mouth after if you want...better that way..."

"I don't know." As soon as I had said it, I knew he had sensed the hesitation that I had been feeling in view of everything. It was enough for him; he seemed to make a decision, one that could not have been easy in his state of arousal.

Moving up, he spread his legs over my hips, kneeling wide, his genitals displayed so erotically before me; cock erect and heavy balls hanging low, tight with desire. He caught my hand, kissed the palm, spat into it and then wrapped it around his cock, entwining our fingers. Pushing down my other hand, he grunted, "Touch yourself..." as we both masturbated him and his free hand stroked me

"Please....your finger...let me feel it..."

"That's it, love... God, you're so....."

"God...I love you... so....much..."

He pushed his fingers inside, curling them up to stroke as he knows I like.

"Love you too, sweet girl...come on my fingers...I want to feel you squeeze down hard..." It was enough. I came almost immediately, hard and powerful, saw his eyes flare as he felt it and my body bucked beneath him. Spontaneously his hand squeezed mine tight around his cock and his hips push forward as if into my body. This time he would come - and he splattered on my belly, a white warm shower. He groaned with each pump.

"Love you.... God.... oh fuck...." I stared at the sight of him so lost inside his orgasm; it was awesome to see the power it had over him and to watch is eyes close as he shook and strained. Unable to stay on his knees, his whole body trembling, he fell forward, catching himself on one hand to keep his weight off me and rolling onto his side, dragging me along too, searching for my lips to meet his in a deep kiss. Then he pulled away to look at me as he rubbed his come softly into the skin of my body.

The smell of sex was strong and I groaned, tugging against his arms to force him back into an embrace, unable to bear being separated from him even for a second at that moment. We lay side by side, caressing as I took his hand and licked the remnants of his come from his palm and fingers. He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed my fingertips. It was intensely intimate and widely erotic. I felt empowered by what had happened.

"Was that enough for you?" I asked, suddenly concerned. He shook his head in bemusement. "Just to be in the same room with you is enough, Betty. What we just shared is a treasure beyond imagination." He was languid, resting comfortably with me in his arms, giving me little kisses wherever he could: hands, face, arms. Tears ran down my cheek." Hey, hey.... what's this? Did I upset you? Go too far?"

I shook my head. "No... just hold me." He brushed away my tears with his thumbs. "You were wonderful...just wonderful..." He wrapped me tight in his arms. "Lach, I'm sleepy...hold me while I sleep?" I heard his tender chuckle as he nestled against me, my head tucked under his chin and the blanket pulled over, snuggling in close to me.

"Betty?"

"Hmmmm?"

"I'll always be here for you."

"I know."

I could feel sleep beckoning as I drifted in his arms and revelled in his strength He twined our fingers together and sighed softly.

"Go to sleep, love...I'll watch over you." I must have been almost off when I heard his deep voice enunciating quietly against my hair.

"Now I lay me down to sleep...'

It was utter peace. 

Weird, hey? Works for us. though. Lachlan and me- it's time to stop thinking and start being. Right or wrong? What place does that have in this case? We know our own hearts and we know where they lie. But in his arms those days together, I learnt something else about playing the Game. Sometimes it isn't meant to make sense. When did I ever think such a surreal existence should follow any pattern that was following the rules of normal logic? It has a logic all its own and sometimes I get a glimmer of truth from something that happens which floats somewhere just out of my grasp. I had that feeling with Lachlan that visit. There was something about it all that I wasn't quite seeing, although the signs were there- if I only had the brains to make sense of them all.

Let it go. Feel. Experience. Love. Laugh. Talk. Play. Stop thinking....