Chapter 4: Brothers in Arms

THE HANDSOME teenager pressed his eye cautiously to the keyhole of the door. He held his breath, watching the eighteen-year old girl in the room.

Humming to herself, Shirlyn selected a cassette and popped it into the stereo deck. She adjusted the controls and a popular number began playing, with a steady, insistent beat. Snapping her fingers, mouthing the words, jigging in tune to the music, she crossed to the bank of closets. The youth’s view was obscured by the open leaf. She closed it, her arms full of clothes and dumped them on the bed at the far end of the room, directly opposite the door. She flipped open a box of chocolates from the bedside table and popped one into her mouth.

There was a dressing table with a full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. She stood in front of it and quickly unbuttoned her long black kurta, pulled it off her head. The youth gasped behind the door. He could see hear naked back, the black bra straps. She tugged at the drawcord of her churidar and it rustled to her feet. Her panties were very small, lacy, black, sexy, narrow at the back, giving him an unimpeded view of her lovely, firm, curved buttocks with the enticing dark cleft between them. She paused, her back to him and ran her hands down her flanks, squeezed her buttocks. Humming, she turned sideways, looking at herself in the mirror, and then turned around, facing them, looking over her shoulder in the mirror at her buttocks. Now he had a glimpse of her full frontal. His penis bounced erect.

She had a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. Her face was small and delicate, that, from some angles, it looked like her cheeks were plump, but even that was really cute. Her cheekbones were high. Her eyes were lovely, large, brown, full of magic. Her lips were light and full and her teeth were white and strong and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an attractive irregularity.

Her skin was like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a grape. Her hair was dark and tumbled about her shoulders or flounced in a sexy pony tail or was coiled up neatly high on the back of her head. Her neck was superb, an exceptionally long, slender, graceful column under her firm, pointed chin. Her arms and legs were nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. Her breasts jutted out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly was firm and flat.

Her brassiere was very pretty, with thin straps and tiny cups that only just covered her nipples, leaving most of the luscious globes bare. He could see the points of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles through the fine material. Her panties were so small that they barely covered her slit, and tiny dark hair crept from either side of the V. The youth groaned as he watched her.

She paused and reached behind her with both hands to unhook her bra. Her chest thrust outward and her breasts strained at the confines for a second, and then she slipped the straps off her rounded shoulders and her breasts bounced free. She tossed the bra into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and then, hooking her hands in her panties, rolled them down and kicked them aside. The youth stared at her naked body in mounting desire. The dark triangle of her cunt mesmerised him. As he watched, she bent to pick up the discarded clothes and carried them to the laundry basket in the corner. She dumped them in it and strolled back. The youth watched her breasts bouncing.

She stopped before the mirror, right in front of him. He could see her front in the reflection quite clearly. Reaching up, she coiled her hair into a knot high on the back of her head, accentuating the sweep of her neck. The gold chain glistened on her flesh. Then she paused and smiled at her reflection. She looked at her teeth, grimacing, turning her head this way and that. Then she stopped, and he saw her eyes sparkling with mischief. She held her palms between her breasts, the outside edges touching, palm to the tip of her little finger and slowly weighed and lifted her breasts. Gently, she began to thumb her nipples. Moistening her finger with her tongue, she rubbed her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened and she pinched them gently, tweaking and twirling the hard stubs. The youth saw her breathing get shallower and more rapid, the tensing of her body, the parting of her lips, the flaring of her nostrils, all the unmistakable signs of sexual arousal. She squeezed her breasts in her hands, the flesh squeezing between her fingertips and arched her head, her tongue arching lasciviously over her upper lip. Outside, watching her, the youth groaned and pulled his erect cock out of his jeans and began to masturbate slowly. He pressed his eye to the keyhole again. She was still fondling her beautiful breasts.

Shirlyn knew Jerry was watching her. He had been doing this for some weeks now; she had led him to it, satisfied when she saw the dark eye glittering at the keyhole. It was the next step. She made sure he didn’t see with Kenny or Shankar, though; it wouldn’t do to give him too much of a lead.

Jerry was tall and dark and muscular, with a finely chiseled face and strong features. His eyes were deep-set and dark, his nose fine and straight, his mouth lean and wide. His shoulders were broad, his chest cleaved and muscular and hard and his belly was firm and flat. His waist was narrow, his hips were high and buttocks taut. His arms and legs bore thick bunches of musculature. She knew his body was lean and tough, his torso smoothly hairless. She had often watched him as he came out of his bath in his shorts and nothing else, towelling his thick, tousled hair. His nipples were small and dark and pulled low and wide on either side of his heavy pectorals. All said and done, Jerry was one sexy hunk, as good as Kenny or Harry.

Over the past week or so, Jerry’s lust for her body had become overpowering, and he could not take his eyes off her. He watched as she continued to fondle herself, squeezing and massaging her gorgeous, full breasts. How he wanted to feel them, take them in his hands, sense their weight and fullness, feel the stiffness of her nipples in his fingers, watch her pleasure as his hands, not hers, moved over her irresistible flesh.

He gasped softly. In the room, Shirlyn smiled wantonly at her reflection and slid a hand down to her crotch. Jerry watched her face crease in pleasure as she teased her cunt-lips open and rubbed her finger along the slit. She gasped and her hips lurched, her buttocks writhing and twitching. Her mouth fluttered open and, slowly, she slid a finger into her cunt. Gently, she masturbated before the mirror, moving her finger in and out of her slit, twisting it round and round, while her other hand fondled her visibly swollen breasts. She gasped softly and her hand moved faster in her crotch, her wrist pumping back and forth. Her hips twitched and lurched, rocking and jerking back and forth, and her fingers were frenzied on her breasts. Jerry groaned in despair. She deserved better than her fingers; she deserved a cock, a big, thick cock in her cunt; a cock like his.

Shirlyn kept masturbating and, as he watched, leaned forward on an outstretched arm, her hand on the dresser counter and spread her feet wide. Her buttocks splayed open and Jerry had an unobstructed view of her puckered anus and her unfurled cunt-lips with her slender, shapely, elegant finger arched into it, rocking in and out, in and out. In the mirror, her upturned face was a vision of lust, her mouth a wide ‘O’. Jerry pumped his cock eagerly, moaning and gasping. In the room, Shirlyn’s body rocked back and forth and he saw her pendulous breasts jiggling and bouncing, saw, too, the expression of delight on her face and her finger, wet and sticky, darting in and out of her tender cunt.

Abruptly, she stopped and rummaged in a drawer in her cupboard and pulled out something. Jerry gasped when he saw that it was a dandiya, one of the pair of sticks used in the annual, traditional raas-garba dances. He expected her to use it as a dildo, but she surprised him yet again. Her chest heaving with excitement, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, Shirlyn moved away from the mirror.

The bed had a carved wooden head-board and a matching, slightly lower foot-board. There was a decorative mirror above the bed, too. The ends of the foot-board bore carved wooden knobs, raised high, just below groin-level. Jerry watched pop-eyed as she mounted the knob, spreading her legs on either side of it, one foot on the bed with her knee deeply bent, the other on the floor, her back to him. Slowly, she eased her cunt down onto it, and in the mirror, her face spasmed with lust and her head arched back and her mouth jerked wide open as she sank her cunt onto the knob. He watched her moan, heard her voice, soft and husky and sexily sibilant and she gripped the woodwork and forced her cunt deeper onto the pillar. It disappeared into her flesh, the entire knob and part of the supporting cylindrical shaft. Whimpering, she rocked slowly back and forth, her cunt impaled on the wood. Moaning, she leaned forward and gripped the carved fretwork. Jerry saw her buttocks flex tight, open, flex again and then she was fucking herself slowly and heavily on the bedstead, her buttocks writhing, swaying, rocking back and forth, up and down. Her face turned, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open sensuously and her tongue swirled in an erotic arc over her upper lip. How he longed to fuck her mouth, feel her suck and lick his raging erection. His fingers were sticky with gunk.

On the bed’s foot-board, Shirlyn gasped and moaned, rocking her body back and forth. The knob and shaft glistened with cunt-juice. Her cunt ran up and down the shaft, and her hips swirled, her cunt churning itself with the knob. She caressed her swinging, pendulous breasts sexily. The gold chain around her neck rocked back and forth. Groaning, she fumbled for the dandiya. Slowing her motions, she paused to uncap a jar of cream and dipped the narrower end of the dandiya into it. Pulling it out, she smeared it slowly and then her hand went between her buttocks and Jerry saw her anoint her anus and understood what she was going to do and his jaw dropped in shock and astonishment.

Moaning, Shirlyn leaned forward again and shuffled her feet further apart. Holding the bed-stand with one hand, the dandiya in the other, she stretched a hand behind her buttocks and pressed the lubricated tip of the rod to her anus. He saw her pause and then her arm flexed and she pushed the dandiya into her asshole. Her head snapped up and he heard her cry.

“OHHHHHHHHHH ma unhhhhh OHHHHHHH!”

Her fingers tensed on the fretwork. Her face convulsed and spasmed in a truisms of excitement. Her buttocks lurched and writhed and sank deeper onto the upright pole and knob. The hand behind her began to move slowly, rocking back and forth, pushing the tip of the dandiya in and out of her anus. At the same time, her cunt slid up and down the bedpost. Faster and faster she went, moaning, gasping, rocking and lurching. Her breasts jiggled and bounced and he saw that her nipples were nut-hard. Her hand rocked behind her back, moving the dandiya in and out of her anus faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The gold chain around her neck looked sexy, slithering on her tawny breasts.

With a shuddering gasp, she orgasmed, her back bowing inward, her face jerking up and contorting with lust, the hand behind her back tensing, pressing the dandiya deep into her anus while her cunt sank deeply onto the bedpost. On and on it went, and she moaned, gasped, her chest heaving till it gradually ebbed.

Slowly, she slid the dandiya out of her anus and gingerly lifted her cunt off the bedpost with a shaking moan. She flopped on the bed and lay across it, her hips at the edge, her feet on the floor, her chest heaving. He could see her cunt-flesh clearly, for her thighs were spread wide. Moaning, she caressed her breasts again, and her hand slid down her body to her cunt and she slid her finger sensuously up and down the wet slit. Jerry thought the sight of her dark, wet cunt against her slender, bejewelled finger was incredibly erotic.

At last she rose and smiled to herself. It was a satisfied, sensual, wanton look, her eyes glittering with pleasure. Jerry saw that she was sweating, beads of perspiration dotting her upper lip and coursing between her breasts. She went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. Her breasts bounced as she walked.

The bathroom was positioned so that her every move was reflected in the mirror above the bed outside, or the one above the dressing table and so fully visible to Jerry at the keyhole. He watched her on the toilet, douching herself carefully and then she went into the shower, humming to herself. Jerry watched as she bathed and shampooed. When she soaped herself, her hands roaming her breasts and buttocks and thighs, lathering her crotch, Jerry saw her smile again in pleasure. She plucked the hand shower from its bracket in the wall and adjusted the spray to a hard, drumming, spurt. She ran it over her breasts and he saw her nipples harden. Then she spread her legs and, arching her head, directed the jet into her slit. Jerry watched her move it closer to her cunt-lips. Finally, she had it jammed to her cunt-lips and with her other hand she turned the tap up full. The water pressure must have been terrific gauging from her reaction for she gasped and her hips lurched and her head snapped back and she moaned wantonly. Again she squeezed her breasts in excitement as the water drummed and hammered into her cunt. Her hips twitched and jerked back and forth. She clenched the shower-rod and gasped and her face contorted in a rictus of pleasure, her head arching back, falling forward, rolling from side to side as she moved the water-jet around in her groin.

A few minutes later, she emerged from the bath with a towel wrapped around her waist, her torso bare. Her body glistened with water. Absurdly, there was a big, long carrot on her desk. Taking it, she turned and advanced to the door. Jerry froze, terrified that she might fling it open and catch him. Instead, she stopped and slowly dropped her towel. Her cunt was inches from his eye, just on the other side of the door. His vision filled with it. He stared at it greedily, longing to plunge his now throbbing penis into it again and again, to feel its heat and wetness and tightness.

On the other side of the door, Shirlyn parted her cunt-lips and he saw clearly the tender bright cunt-flesh, the hard stub of her clitoris and he longed to suck it, nibble it, taste the juice that seemed to flow still for the flesh was wet.

She lay on the floor on her back and spread her legs wide, lifting her feet to the wall on either side of the door beyond which Jerry knelt, gasping and gaping. Now she was right in front of him and he was looking between her split legs, straight down at her unfurled cunt. Shirlyn smiled wantonly at the door, and, holding the carrot, inserted it slowly into her cunt. Her arms were stretched and her breasts bunched between them. Jerry gasped. Slowly, she began to masturbate, moving the carrot in and out of her cunt. He watched it grow wet and shiny with her cunt-juices. She murmured in pleasure and her hips lurched and rocked and her body rocked gently back and forth. She moved the carrot in and out of her cunt, round and round. Licking a fingertip, she moistened her aureoles and caressed her breasts sensuously while her other hand kept working between her legs. On and on she went and finally exploded, gasping and mewing, her hips arching and lurching upward. Slowly, she slid the carrot out of her slit and, with a lascivious grin, began to nibble on it.

All this time, her eyes were on the door and it seemed as if she knew he was there and wanted him to be. Fuck me, she seemed to say. I want you. It was what he desired more than anything else in the world and, on the other side of the door, so did she. Groaning, Jerry exploded, flooding his hand with jizz.

And then she got up and hung her towel over the doorknob, covering the keyhole and eclipsing his pleasure.

“COME ON, JERRY ... lick my slit ... fuck me with your tongue!” The teenager’s voice was husky and sibilant, deeply erotic.

The darkly handsome, hard-bodied youth smiled down at his lovely, fair-skinned, eighteen-year old cousin sprawled wantonly before him. Her body was luscious, already ripened into womanhood, with large breasts and flared hips. Her belly was firm and flat, her arms and legs smooth and slender. Her face was delicate, with a fine nose, flared nostrils, a lovely, sexy mouth meant for sucking and kissing and fucking. Her eyes were large and brown rimmed with kajal, and her hair was silky and dark with auburn highlights, twisted into a braid.

The young man smiled and thrust his face into her crotch. Shirlyn gasped softly and arched her back in pleasure. His tongue rippled down her sodden cunt-lips and through moist flesh within. It felt wonderful. Shirlyn spread her legs still wider and, gripped his head in her crotch, her hips raised high. His tongue swirled through her cunt-flesh and flickered against her gorged clitoris.

“Ohhhh uhh yeh ... ohh god Jerry yeh!” she moaned softly.

He slid his hands up to her turgid breasts and squeezed them, pinching her rigid nipples. Shirlyn sighed in pleasure, writhing on the bed. His tongue jabbed into her cunt and she gasped loudly, arching her back.

“Ohh! OH! Oh yes! Yes! Ohh! Unhhh! Ohhhh!”

Her face flipped languorously from side to side, her lips parted in a gentle ‘O’ of pleasure. Her body jerked back and forth on the bed as though she was being fucked, and her full, ripe breasts jiggled erotically. She squeezed them in rising excitement, moaning with pleasure.

They first fucked a few days earlier. Shirlyn was feeling sexy and she was alone -- neither Kenny or Shankar were there today, and the doctor, Arun was out of town. She lay in bed, masturbating gently and unhurriedly with a large, long white radish. She slid the vegetable gently in and out of her cunt and ached to have a real penis in her flesh. If only there was a man available...

The realisation hit her suddenly and she stopped. Jerry. Of course. Jerry was available. He was in the house, and they were alone, and she had been tormenting him long enough. It was time to act. Shirlyn’s pulse quickened.

Abandoning the radish, her heart racing with excitement, Shirlyn got up. She knotted her hair quickly behind her head and, for a second, debated what to wear. Looking around, she spotted her tennis gear, and grinned in delight. If it worked for Kenny, it would work for Jerry. Quickly, she slipped into her white cotton T-shirt and short tennis skirt, deliberately abjuring all underwear. She braided her hair and, holding her shoes in one hand, her racquet in the other, she twirled before her full-length mirror. The T-shirt was translucent and her breasts and nipples and aureoles were clearly visible. Her breasts bounced as she moved and she thought it very erotic. Bending over, she smiled at her reflection as she saw her skirt slide up her thighs and reveal her buttocks and naked cunt beneath. Perfect. Jerry would not be able to resist.

He was in the hall, sprawled on the floor reading a computer manual when she entered and dumped her sports bag on the sofa seat. For a moment, she looked at him with a rush of pleasure. He wore a tight white vest and skimpy shorts and his body looked gorgeous. He looked up at her and she saw the swift intake of breath.

“I’m going to the club. Tennis,” she murmured, eyeing him lasciviously.

He stared at her and nodded slowly. She turned her back and bent forward at the waist over the back of the couch to pick up her bag, her feet spread apart. Her skirt slid up, high over her hips and she heard him gasp when he saw her naked buttocks and thighs, the puckered darkness of her anus, the bewitching fuzz of her cunt. With her legs spread, her cunt-lips opened slightly and he could even see the tender flesh within. She paused for the merest fraction of a second, letting him have a good look. There was no sound, utter silence. The book’s pages fluttered in the breeze from the fan. Shirlyn didn’t move.

Suddenly, she gasped. Jerry’s hands slid up her legs and over her buttocks. She wanted to turn and look at him, but held herself back. A soft rustle, a snap and then she bit her lower lip and felt dizzy with excitement. His cock, thick, long, hard, throbbing, pressed between her buttocks and thighs, moving to her cunt. Shirlyn tensed, trying to gauge its size. The heat was intense and overpowering. It pressed to her cunt-lips. His hands pushed her T-shirt up under her arms and roved over her breasts. They were hard and swollen with excitement, her nipples erect. She held still.

And then the heat of his cock burst into her cunt and she cried out, her head snapping up, her face contorting in an explosion of pleasure. His penis surged powerfully into her flesh and his fingers crushed her breasts. Shirlyn dug her fingers into the upholstery and moaned, her head jerking up, her mouth opening in a wide ‘O’ of lust. She felt a rush of joy ... she had him now! The young man flexed his buttocks and his hot, hard penis drove deeper into her cunt. Shirlyn gasped and cried out, her cunt contracting and convulsing frantically on his penis. Jerry groaned in excitement.

“Ohhhh fuck yes!” he gasped softly. “Ohhhhh yes! Ohhh god yes!”

The youth fucked her hungrily, rapidly, hard. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt and then began to rock his hips swiftly, running it greedily in and out of her flesh. Shirlyn gasped and cried out, rocking back and forth under him. His cock felt wonderful, better than she had hoped. It was hot and hard and it mashed her gorged clitoris in its passage. Faster and faster he went, plunging into her sodden cunt-flesh. Shirlyn began to orgasm helplessly. Jerry gasped, flinging his head back, holding her hips and jerking her cunt up and down on his shaft, squeezing her swinging, swollen breasts feverishly. His cries rang in her ears, obscene, guttural.

“Ohhh uhhh yes uhhhh ohhh uhh yes ... uhhh ... c’mon baby ... c’mon Shir c’mon take it ... take my cock ... c’mon ... Ohhhh uhhh yes!”