Life changed for me when I hit the age of thirteen. At the time when all my friends had already acquired breasts, curves and the interest of the boys, I was still flat-chested; a late developer.

To make matters worse, my parents were sending me to private schools and these typically changed from the junior to senior schools at the age of 13.

So there I was in a new school, a little girl lost in a sea of hormones. The trouble was they were not my hormones, they belonged to all the girls around me or perhaps I should say the young women who were making waves in that ocean of male hormones.

Yes that's right, all the girls had definitely got the attention of the boys at school, except me.

My first day didn't improve this any. The school admitted students on the basis of some entrance exams and my results were good; actually they were very good, which meant that I was put up a year, straight into year 4.

I would already have been one of the youngest in my normal year group, but now I was as much as 2 years younger that some of my class, who were already 15.

I suppose I did have one thing going for me in the form of my brother, Andy.

Andy was nearly 3 years older than me, with his September birthday just tipping him into year 5, he was already established and, with his sense of mischief and easy smile, he was well liked.

We had always got on very well and were affectionate with each other; as children we were very tactile and we simply never lost this closeness and, at the age of 13, I would think nothing of climbing onto his lap for a cuddle in front of the TV or because I was upset about something.

I think Andy enjoyed his role as his little sister's protector or comforter, a role he had adopted from our early childhood. And I was still small enough to get away with it.

In the early days and weeks of that term he helped me to settle in. He sought me out, let people know that I was his little sister and so I avoided any teasing. I quickly found my feet and made friends, many of whom were also Andy's friends.

****

Time and the terms passed.

It wasn't until nearly three years had passed that puberty hit and I started to grow in all directions – finally. Of course, Andy was totally oblivious to this momentous time in my life, with his time fully occupied with studying for his exams, sport and having the best time possible in his last months at school, so we hardly saw each other as the school year drew to a close.

That summer saw Andy complete his exams and get an offer for university, delayed so that he could take a gap year. And as soon as he finished his exams, he had a week of parties with his school friends before heading off with a friend to India where, at least for the start, they would be staying with his friend's uncle.

For the first time in my life, I didn't see my brother every day. And I missed him.

One more year, my last at school. By this time I had shot up to 5 ft 6 ins and had acquired the curves that I had longed for, having jealously realised that this is what the boys seemed to like in the other girls in my class. Although I didn't have a long term boyfriend, I found that I was regularly being asked out on dates, often with another friend and her boyfriend, sometimes alone and.......well, to be honest, I grew in confidence and in experience, a lot.

I had applied to Sheffield University mainly because I had liked the city when I went to look around on the university open day, but it was the same university that Andy was going to attend. I figured that it was a large university and city, and in any event we were doing different degrees, so we wouldn't end up living in each other's pockets.

Andy returned home only a week before university started, deeply-tanned and looking like a Greek god according to my friends.

As soon as he arrived I flung myself at him, my arms around his neck and gave him the biggest hug possible; I was so happy to see him back and quickly dragged him to the sofa in the lounge to quiz him on what he had been doing, where he had been....a regular interrogation during which I just cuddled up to him. My brother was home and I was so happy.

Andy was so pleased to see me too and told me that he couldn't get over how much I had changed since he had last seen me, how much I had grown up and that he would need to start going to the gym so that he could protect me from all the boys.

That was so sweet and unexpected from Andy. I knew that I had missed him for some reason!

****

And so, to university.

The first month was very full, meeting new friends, finding out the geography of the university, the best clubs and shops....and of course discovering deadlines for essays were tomorrow. Damn, where did the time go?

After that I began to pace myself a bit better. That didn't mean that I stopped having fun, only that fun tended to end a little earlier than before and took into account my increasing workload.

During this time I had barely seen Andy. Well, I had seen him around the university and at some of the pubs and clubs, but we didn't really seek each other out, but that started to change when I met a couple of my friends, Kim and Sarah, in the university refectory at lunch; they were talking excitedly about some hot guy they had bumped into with some of their other friends.

And that turned out to be Andy!

I did have some fun at their expense though, once I had realised who this guy was and they were still trying to find an excuse to talk to him, but still too scared to do so. I bet them that I could get his name and mobile number, while they watched from across the library.

Respect!

Or at least until they found out who he really was, my brother. After that Andy's group of friends and mine merged.

As the first year at university progressed, we all increasingly became more relaxed with each other, more confident with others and somewhat wilder at parties where people would simply crash out on the bedroom floors regardless of who else was in the room and what they were doing.

Of course with so many young people mixing so intimately and away from their parental homes, sex became a regular topic and activity. Needless to say, I was not entirely innocent.



In my second year at university, I had now turned 18 and was sharing a house with 3 other girls, Kim, Sarah and Helen, about 1 ½ miles from the university.

Anyone who has been to Sheffield will know that the city has a fantastic bus service that operates regularly throughout the day and evening; our house was just off one of the main routes so, despite the distance, it was very convenient for the university.

The house itself was fairly private because of the fence, some trees and a multitude of mainly ever-green bushes, which meant that no house overlooked ours. As a result, we were fairly relaxed about walking around the house in panties and a small top, or even topless if we had come down to find a top that had been washed but not put away. This was no big deal since we were all girls.

One Saturday in early November, we were wandering around our house in our normal state of undress, when Sarah came running downstairs to tell us that she could see one of our neighbours hiding, but clearly watching us through the window - the pervert!!

We all screamed, giggled and ran around a lot until someone (I think it was Helen) said that we could play a trick on him.

This meant that we would all continue to walk around with very little on, go topless for a bit and really just put on a show for him. But then, I would remain topless pretending to iron to keep him distracted while the others quickly got dressed and sneaked out into the garden so he couldn't see them, crept up to the fence to where he was and then jumped up to say "hello".

It scared the shit out of him and we couldn't stop laughing about it. Needless to say we didn't suffer from his prying eyes again, or at least he became much better at hiding!

We told our friends about it and I remember Andy giving me a funny look. It seemed to be more trying to picture the scene, rather than to be disapproving, and he did ask me to repeat the story several times when we were alone, quizzing me on what happened and what I was doing, how I was dressed.



I saw Andy a bit more after this because he had started going out with one of my friends, Kim and he would sometimes stay with Kim overnight. My bedroom was next to Kim's and the walls weren't very thick, so I could easily hear what was going on in her bed. The sound of two people making love virtually next to me was such a turn on, even though one of them was my brother.

But they were not the only one's who could play at that game! I had been going out with my boyfriend Pete since mid October and he would occasionally stay the night with me. We certainly "enjoyed each other's company" until the early hours, usually more than once and must have kept Kim awake!

After one such night, we were all talking in the kitchen about how noisy the house was at night, especially when Andy was staying.

Kim said "Come on, it's no quieter when Pete is around! We could hear you two going at it, right next to us. Mind you, I do find it so sexy"

"We were just trying to be helpful, know helping to get you into the mood" Pete chipped in

"Well it certainly helped; Andy got me to be quiet so that we could listen and after that, well.....let's just say that I want to know when you are planning to stay again" Kim laughed.

"You lot have no pity. I had to listen to that on my own." Sarah contributed, since her boyfriend hadn't been staying that night.

"If you'd only said something, perhaps we would have taken care of you" I said, which drew a laugh from everyone."

All through this Andy had been quiet and looking at me, with a secret smile on his face.



University life flowed on, lectures, assignments, tutorials and the Christmas break fast approached. We had all decided that we should have a Christmas party , possibly a rather grand title for what after all was going to be lots of fun and too much alcohol, and we had largely determine that it was gong to be at another friend's house, which was slightly outside the city and therefore we would go there by car.

So we all crammed into a friend's car - there were 8 of us in the car. Since Kim had been feeling very unwell so couldn't go to the party and Pete was going to meet me there, Andy sat in the front and I sat on his lap, while another 2 girls pretty much lay across the 3 guys in the back.

On the journey, there were lots of giggles and suggestive chatter from the back, with the girls clearly receiving a mild groping from the three guys. I kept on turning around to see what was happening behind and to join in their fun, so I must have been wiggling around on Andy's lap. After a while, I started to feel that Andy was getting hard under me and, because I had been drinking and thought of this as "joining in" with those in the back, I just wiggled even more. Poor Andy!

The party itself was loud, absolutely packed and flowing with drink. We were all having a fantastic time, moving between the rooms, dancing, talking, giggling; we had all had far too much to drink, Andy in particular, who had got all "tired and emotional".

This meant that he grabbed me, gave me a big hug during which he managed to brush my boobs and touched my bum several times, and tell me he really, really, really loved me and.......well the normal drunken babble.

I was fairly drunk too and hugged him back, but I could feel that he was hard.

"I see you're missing Kim then" I said and instead of backing off, I just pressed against him even more, before breaking off to find Pete in the other room.



Around this time, I had found a website that I enjoyed reading. It allowed people to share their stories, their thoughts and to reply to others on any topic they wished.

I confess that I was interested in the more adult stories and was amazed to find out how wide an age range this covered from 18 to 70+, and equally surprised to read some of the stories.

Some were clearly fantasy, but others did seem to be real, and I discovered the stories about couples who had or wanted to swap, about people who wanted threesomes and others that wanted to have or even had had sex with members of their own family. I was a little shocked at first, but I was fascinated and as I read more I found this whole thing a real a turn, although I wasn't really clear why.

Eventually and after several false starts, I decided to post this story about how my brother had seen me naked, although I changed the names:

"My brother saw me naked accidentally. It was at home when I was about 17 and I had had a shower and was holding a towel around myself, but I needed another towel to wrap around my head.

So I had gone to the linen cupboard where we kept all the clean towels. I was reaching up with one hand (the other still holding the towel around me), when the towels started to fall down from the shelf.

I quickly put my hands up to stop them and in the process let go of my towel....."Freddie" popped his head out of his room to see what the problem was and saw me.

I didn't see him and didn't realise that he was there until he had walked up to me (I was naked trying to push the towels back) and asked "could he help". That made me jump and grab my towel!"

Two days after posting the story, over 1,000 people had read this story, before the website decided to delete the grouping that I had entered the story into....along with my story.

But one guy (his screen name was "Fuxhunter") had actually sent me a message saying that a similar thing had happened to him and gradually we got into a slow motion conversation that spanned several days, largely because we were never on at the same time.

He had told me that he had found his sister's body so sexy and that he had had several erotic dreams featuring his sister. He asked me how I had felt and whether I had been turned on by my brother looking at me naked.

The truth was that I had just been surprised by the fact that my brother had appeared by my side so unexpectedly, rather than by the fact he had seen me naked, but I decided to play along with Fuxhunter to see where the discussion would go.

So I pretended that "Freddie" had looked at my naked body, that I had accidentally dropped my towel again and...well that I had been turned on by the episode and that I had started to flirt very subtly with my brother by leaving my bedroom door open as I was changing, wearing the towels much higher after a shower and sundry other ways of giving him a chance to see me.

****

Meanwhile, back in the real world, Christmas had passed. Once again we were back at University attending lectures, completing assignments, crashing out at parties – you know all the fun stuff.

At a number of the parties everyone just crashed on the floor wherever there was space and without regard to who or what was going on in the room. One time I realised that I was in the same room as Andy was when he was making out with Kim - mind you I was doing the same with Pete.

We weren't the only ones in the room, there was someone snoring, others just asleep and another couple that were whispering (I think he was trying to persuade her to do more).

It was dark, although there was still some light from the streetlamp outside, so we could see a bit and I looked over at Andy as he was doing his thing with Kim. And I was so turned on by that sight even though they were mostly covered. At one stage I saw him looking at Pete and I; again he wouldn't have seen much although he might have been able to see my boobs.

****

My slow motion conversation guy, continued to ask me questions and tell me about his experiences, but now he asked whether I had ever done anything with my brother or whether I had ever thought about it.

I hadn't, but because he was so good a telling his stories and I was getting really turned on by them, I continued to encourage him further. So I embellished some stories and added extra comments that implied that I had thought of such things.

This had the desired affect and he continued to tell me about his experiences and fantasies, some of which involved his sister and what he would like to do with her.

The act of telling my stories to Fuxhunter turned me on and I confess that, as I would write and "improve" my own stories, I found that I was thinking about Andy and how I would twist something that had really happened into something sexual.

So the innocent evenings at home when the two of us would be cuddled up on the sofa watching TV, became full of sexual arousal, although never anything more than the two of us being very aware of each other's bodies and touches.

I found that I was permanently turned on and ready for anything.

****

One night Pete who had been staying over more often was holding me from behind and giving me a nice cuddle in my single bed, which had always been a bit cramped.

Anyhow, I felt his cock get hard and it was pressing into my bum. At first he was only playing with my boobs and fingering me, while I was wiggling my bum so that it rubbed his cock.

This went on for some time, with both of us getting more and more turned on. And as I continued to wiggle my bum, the head of his cock started to press into my anus.

I had read about it on the website and I had heard about some of my friends who had done this and I found the idea very sexy, so I tried to push back to help, but it didn't really work. Eventually I whispered to him that it wasn't working and I needed some lubrication; luckily I had some baby oil which I got him to rub into my ass and on his cock.

That helped a lot. It was still painful and I needed to get him to keep stopping so my ass had time to adjust to his cock, but eventually it all went in.

He then started to move in and out of me and at the same time he was still fingering me and twisting me, so that he could suck my nipples. His pace quickened and he exploded into me.

The sense of being thoroughly wicked and depraved really turned me on and I think that we must have been quite loud, because the next day, we got teased again.

Later in University, Kim told me that they (she and Andy) could hear us very clearly and that they knew exactly what we were doing. She said that Andy in particular was really excited by it and she said that she might let him try it on her, although she wanted to know if it hurt.

So we had a long conversation about how much it had hurt, how it felt, whether I had enjoyed (I had once I had relaxed enough), what did Pete think (judging from Pete's frantic action the night before, he was definitely a fan) and.... we must have spent over an hour talking about this and sex in general. Both Pete and Andy were going to be in for a treat later!

****

That evening Pete had been unable to come around so I turned to Fuxhunter.

I had a bit of a shock at first when I realised that my laptop had retained my logon details so that when I opened the website my user name was sitting awaiting my password, so I spent a few moments working out how to delete this and made a mental note to remove this every time that I had been on that website.

As luck would have it he was on line at the time, so we had a real-time talk during which he asked me whether I have ever tried anal sex. He said he had a few times and loved it, and that he had wanted to do it with his sister.

I told him about the previous night and how, even though it hurt at first, I liked being taken and being under the control of my lover; and so our talk became more and more arousing.

Until finally our conversation boiled over into outright cybersex:

Fuxhunter: [10:11 PM] My cock : it is very hard

Me: [10:12 PM] Tell me. Describe it and what you are doing.
Fuxhunter: [10:14 PM] I'm playing with it as i'm reading your adventure :) it is thick one and i think 7" length, a little dark as it should be :p

Fuxhunter: [10:14 PM] Where r you now?? what do you were?

Me: [10:15 PM] Do you want me to touch it? I have my legs open and am rubbing my panties

Fuxhunter: [10:15 PM] i mean wear?

Fuxhunter: [10:16 PM] ooh.. yes please. do u like to suck?

Fuxhunter: [10:17 PM] do you like me to touch your pussy? or lick it?

Me: [10:18 PM] I'm just licking the end first. Now I am licking around your cock's head, before I open my mouth and take the tip inside my mouth and suck a little. I'm rubbing myself. Do you want to put your finger in me?

Me: [10:19 PM] Touch my pussy first and get me wet, while I am taking more of your cock in my mouth.

Fuxhunter: [10:20 PM] ooh yeah two fingers... the other hand want to rub your boobs

Me: [10:20 PM] Can you feel my mouth sucking your cock, taking it in and out?

Fuxhunter: [10:21 PM] I'm playing in your pussy, fingering

Fuxhunter: [10:22 PM] ooh yeah i feel your mouth...shall i lick ur nipples?

Me: [10:22 PM] I've undone my bra so that you can touch me and use your tongue. I can feel you licking my nipples and your fingers pushing into me

Fuxhunter: [10:23 PM] i want to touch your bum, it looks so sweet and big

Me: [10:24 PM] Can we move around so that you can lick my pussy while I suck your cock. You can see me and touch me easier too

Fuxhunter: [10:24 PM] shall we do 69, i want to lick your pussy while my fingers play on your anus

Me: [10:25 PM] lick my pussy and up to my ass. Now start to push a finger into my ass......gently.

Fuxhunter: [10:25 PM] yeah, i will push my cock in your mouth, and would play hard in ur ass

Me: [10:26 PM] I am trying to take as much of your cock into my mouth, but you're too big to get it all in. I like the feel of your tongue and fingers

Fuxhunter: [10:26 PM] yeah.. i do.....so sweet ass. Licking all so wet

Me: [10:27 PM] I am playing with your balls, trying to take one into my mouth and kiss all around your cock.

Fuxhunter: [10:27 PM] you are so wet, i love this pussy. i'm pushing my tongue in

Fuxhunter: [10:28 PM] can we get my sister and your brother in?

Me: [10:28 PM] I can feel you opening up my ass cheeks so that you can start to lick me there too. That's so nice

Fuxhunter: [10:29 PM] ooh yeah like the ass open

Fuxhunter: [10:30 PM] You are eating my cock while i'm there in the ass

Me: [10:30 PM] I'd love that. But you are doing such a good job on my ass, that I don't want to swap at the moment

Me: [10:32 PM] I can feel an orgasm building. Can we move around so that you can fuck me? How do you want to fuck me, my pussy or ass?

Fuxhunter: [10:32 PM] oh yeah... sweet ass. I'll put my hand on your boobs while my tongue playing on your pussy and the ass

Fuxhunter: [10:33 PM] i would love to start in the ass, doggy can u handle it?

Me: [10:33 PM] OK, I've now moved. I am on my knees, with my head on the floor. what are you going to do to me?

Me: [10:34 PM] Put on the Ky and start gently

Fuxhunter: [10:34 PM] i want u to suck the cock so it will go easy in your ass

Fuxhunter: [10:34 PM] move it in

Me: [10:35 PM] Ahhh. I'm so tight there. Can you feel it.

Fuxhunter: [10:36 PM] Oh yeah... i'm opening your ass to help

Me: [10:36 PM] I have pushed my hand between my legs to rub my clit and I can feel your hands on my hips as you are pushing into me

Fuxhunter: [10:36 PM] 'pushing more

Me: [10:37 PM] wait....let me relax a bit.....Ok now try a bit more

Fuxhunter: [10:38 PM] My hands pulling you hair...is it all in?

Me: [10:38 PM] Now it feels like you are completely in my ass and you're starting to move out again.....then in

Fuxhunter: [10:39 PM] woow so tight

Fuxhunter: [10:39 PM] out... in......ooh so sweet

Me: [10:40 PM] My head is lifting up because you are pulling my hair. Can you see my boobs now that I have raised up a bit. Can you reach them and pinch my nipples

Fuxhunter: [10:40 PM] i am moving faster

Me: [10:41 PM] I'm rubbing my pussy more now and I can feel you moving faster ....in and out,,,,,in and out

Fuxhunter: [10:41 PM] woow so sweet boobs, they are big. in ... out

Fuxhunter: [10:42 PM] i'm fucking you hard

Me: [10:43 PM] That's so nice. When I push my finger into my pussy, I can feel your cock in my ass moving. MMMMmm

Fuxhunter: [10:43 PM] oooh .. in and out so fast i can feel your pussy so wet

Me: [10:44 PM] Can you reach under me and rub my pussy?

Me: [10:45 PM] Are you going you finish in my ass or do you want to cum over me?

Fuxhunter: [10:45 PM] ooh yeah i feel you are so wet.. i'm rubbing your pussy

Fuxhunter: [10:46 PM] OOh in your ass please.. i'll cum

Me: [10:46 PM] Oh god! Oh! Oh!

Fuxhunter: [10:46 PM] in... and out.. i'm cumming in your ass

Me: [10:47 PM] I've just had orgasmed and it still feels great

Fuxhunter: [10:47 PM] wooooow... so sweet fuck, do you want to clean my cock?

Fuxhunter: [10:48 PM] i can feel your orgasm

Fuxhunter: [10:49 PM] i'm kissing you... shall we change now?

Me: [10:49 PM] Yes. You have pulled out and put you cock in my mouth. I am licking all your cum and sucking you again.

Me: [10:50 PM] You still feel quite hard. I hope you can recover quickly. I want you to fuck my pussy.

Fuxhunter: [10:51 PM] Yeah please suck it...

Fuxhunter: [10:52 PM] your mouth great it getting hard

Me: [10:52 PM] I am sucking you and I can feel you beginning to get hard again.

You are touching my boobs and playing with my nipples

Fuxhunter: [10:52 PM] how do you like me to fuck your pussy

Fuxhunter: [10:53 PM] i like this boobs, they make my hot

Me: [10:53 PM] I am starting to suck and masturbate you to get you fully hard again.

Me: [10:54 PM] I am now lying on my back, with my legs open for you. Tell me what you are going to do to me.

Fuxhunter: [10:55 PM] oh so great.. i'm playing in your nipples

Fuxhunter: [10:56 PM] I'll take your legs on my shoulders... i'll start moving my cock on your pussy.. my hand on your boobs

Me: [10:56 PM] I love that, especially since I can reach your cock to rub it up and down

Me: [10:57 PM] I can see your going into me

Fuxhunter: [10:57 PM] moving it in a little

Me: [10:58 PM] I am looking at your face as you are moving in and out of me; you are breathing heavily.

Fuxhunter: [10:58 PM] your helping my cock to go in by your hands

Fuxhunter: [10:59 PM] it is going in... and in. do you feel it

Me: [10:59 PM] I am trapped under you are you fuck me and I feel totally in your control

Me: [11:00 PM] I feel your cock sliding in and out. God, I'm so wet for you.

Fuxhunter: [11:01 PM] my hand on your mouth and one in your nipple. my cock going totally in

Fuxhunter: [11:02 PM] moving it out... then in

Fuxhunter: [11:02 PM] you are crying happily fuck me hard

Me: [11:03 PM] I have taken one of your fingers into my mouth and I am sucking it. I can feel your cock, it's so big....can you feel my pussy tightening as I clench my muscles there.

Me: [11:04 PM] yes, fuck me harder. Bite my nipples, pull them, pinch them. and bang your cock into me.

Fuxhunter: [11:04 PM] ooh yeah i feel it... i like it ... moving out and in

Fuxhunter: [11:05 PM] i'm fucking you hard

Fuxhunter: [11:06 PM] do you want to cum in there? or change position?

Me: [11:06 PM] You are moving me around so that you can do me from behind. I am still lying on the bed, but on my tummy, and I have raised my bum, so that you can still easily slide your cock in and out of my pussy.

Fuxhunter: [11:07 PM] woow.. so nice position, i can fuck you and play in your ass

Me: [11:07 PM] I can feel you weight on me; I can feel your breath on my neck as you kiss me there.

Fuxhunter: [11:07 PM] I'm sliding it in....in

Me: [11:08 PM] That's so nice. I can feel your finger pushing easily into my ass as you fuck my pussy. MMMmm

Fuxhunter: [11:08 PM] ooh what a nick.. ** help me in sliding it in

Me: [11:09 PM] I can feel another orgasm coming.....I want you to fuck me harder and cum in my pussy.

Fuxhunter: [11:09 PM] it is going in. my finger too

Me: [11:10 PM] I am pushing back against you in rhythm....matching your thrusts

Fuxhunter: [11:10 PM] ooh ... going hard. it is in and out faster

Fuxhunter: [11:11 PM] I'm cuming in

Fuxhunter: [11:11 PM] ooh ... ooh i filled your pussy

Me: [11:11 PM] I'm cuming too.

Fuxhunter: [11:12 PM] i can feel your orgsams

Me: [11:13 PM] I can feel your cum. It feels even wetter, but I like that your cock is still in me and that you are cuddling me

Fuxhunter: [11:13 PM] i'm kissing you all around

Me: [11:14 PM] We are both panting, trying to get our breaths back. and I can feel your cock getting smaller and begining to slip out of me

Me: [11:15 PM] I'm kissing you back. I like your arms around me, with you body still pressing on my bum. That's so lovely

Fuxhunter: [11:15 PM] ooh i can feel your pussy so wet

Fuxhunter: [11:16 PM] ooh you are so lovely and sweet... i'm kissing you more

Me: [11:18 PM] I like that and the fact that you've been playing then fucking me for an hour

Fuxhunter: [11:18 PM] i taken my cock out and moved around to face you and play with your boobs and kissing your face

Me: [11:19 PM] I'm kissing you back and just lying enjoying your touch, as I start to drift off to sleep

Fuxhunter: [11:20 PM] I love it.. this was great, i like it

Fuxhunter: [11:21 PM] i really came... :) very nice

We chatted for several more minutes in post-coital bliss and then ended our session for the night, although my heart was pounding with the thoughts of what we had just done.

****

I caught up with my friends, including Andy, the next day in the coffee bar, but I didn't tell them about the previous night. Partly because I wanted this to remain my illicit secret, but also because I felt a little uncertain how they would react; whether they would consider me a bit perverted.

I sat next to Andy and leant up against him as we continued to talk about mundane matters, looming deadlines and other fun stuff. After a while Andy put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side – a lovely hug that I would normally have just melted into, except that my mind kept reaching back to the previous night and about some of my invented fantasies about my brother.

For the first time, I was aware of where our bodies touched, how his arm wrapped around me, how his fingers brushed against me......OMG! I suddenly realised what I was thinking and made an excuse to go to get something, simply to get some distance from Andy.

The distance did help, but not enough. I was feeling too frisky, so I went to the Ladies toilets and took advantage of the privacy of the cubicles and started to play with myself. Gently rubbing the outside of my panties, before pushing my hand under the elastic and, realising that this was unnecessarily difficult, I slipped my panties down, so that I could open my legs wider.

I was already wet and very excited, courtesy of my feverish imagination; my fingers on my clit, rubbing and dipping down to spread my juice upwards; my hand reaching under my top, pushing my bra out of the way and teasing my nipples, massaging my boobs....I didn't take long before I reached an orgasm with an unfortunately loud moan.

I continued to rub myself, more gently again, and bit my lip in an effort to calm down my heavy breathing....aaah, that was good.

By the time I came back, a number of my friends had drifted off and others had arrived together with the story from one of the girls, that there was someone in the Ladies toilets who was clearly frigging herself rotten and obviously having a great time of it by the sounds of things.

Kim chirped up "that sounds just like you" looking directly at me, "you and Pete normally make such a noise, that it keeps us entertained for hours"

Everyone laughed.

"Don't you have anything better to do that to listen through the walls?" I replied "poor Andy will get a complex!"

"I'm not sure that it's called a "complex", more a raging hard-on" Kim fired back with a wicked smile on her face.

"Can you two leave my hard-on alone!" Andy said.

"We didn't realise that they were both touching it" John laughed, "but it would explain that smile you've got, you lucky sod!"

Happily the conversation had moved on from the girl in the Ladies and my potential embarrassment.

****

My slow motion conversations now began to take a different turn. Instead to telling stories about what had happened, we started to talk about what might happen - if, what we would like to happen – when, and of course all had that sexual tinge.

I think that it was me who first started the dare game. Ok it wasn't so much of a dare, rather encouragement that Fuxhunter should try something with his sister. Initially this was just a suggestion that he should give her a hug, but he wrote back that he had done that and allowed his hands to touch the top of her ass.

My first dare was simply to sit on Andy's lap and give him a hug. For me this was extremely mild, since I was something that I was very comfortable doing anyhow, but of

course, I had to describe the feeling, whether I had been turned on and whether I could feel Andy getting hard.

When I did sit on his lap in our regular meetings at the coffee bar with our crowd of friends, I found myself getting hyper-sensitive again about where our bodies, arms and legs touched, far from being a simple matter, I found that I was getting rather excited. Who knows whether I gave off a mass of pheromones, but Andy clearly responded too since I could detect a tell-tale bulge under my bum; but neither of us acknowledged it and we both continued our chats with our friends in an apparently relaxed manner.

Lucky Pete got the physical benefits of my constantly aroused state, while Fuxhunter got my thoughts; and I was honest about what had happened on my first dare.

When I described what had happened on line, it was like a constant set of small explosions going off between my legs with Fuxhunter's questions and comments just adding into the mix, or should that be bliss. By the time I was finished, I was just about ready for any dare that I was set and more than ready to assign a real challenge to Fuxhunter.

I relented slightly by suggesting that he should give his sister a gentle massage, initially little more than a shoulder rub but that he should "catch" his hands on her bra strap, so that he would encourage her to remove it and her top so that the massage could continue more easily.

****

The demands of University life with deadlines for essays, course reading and preparation for tutorials seemed to increase somewhat over the next few weeks, although in truth this was probably a result of my neglect, which meant that several late nights in the library or studying at home curtailed my socialising and even my on line intercourse.

And this did seem to affect most of my friends, who were clearly just as guilty of ignoring their studies. We did still meet up for coffee or lunch in the cafeteria during the day and still had time to chat, but I saw less of Andy during this time.

In part this was because Kim and Andy had had some sort of argument, though I have no idea what had caused it, though they were both a little down about it. This meant they saw less of each other and, since I lived with Kim, meant Andy was over at our house much less.

This also meant that they were both getting sexually frustrated – well certainly Kim was, as she repeated told us that she was "so horny, I could..." followed by a list of things that she could or possibly did do to ease her plight. Of course being such good friends, we added our own suggestions and warned her off tampering with a fruit and veg. Helen got the most laughter when she recommended that Kim should go and knock on our pervert neighbour's door, since he would clearly be happy to oblige her!

I did still see Andy though, after all he remained part of my group of friends and I still snuggled up to him for a hug, as I always had. And I did notice that Andy's eyes were more alive to the attractive female students passing by – yes, he too was affected by the argument.

****

During this time, I hadn't abandoned Fuxhunter, though we had been less active for those weeks. So I was excited to read that he had achieve completed his dare.

He told me that his sister had visited him over the last weekend and that something had clearly upset her, but she didn't really want to talk about it. He'd tried to distract her by taking her into town, but that hadn't been a great success.

Eventually he'd asked her if she'd like a gentle massage to relax her, not because of our dare game, but simply as a nice thing to do for his sister; and she had agreed.

At first he had rubbed her shoulders through her top, but she had found that a bit coarse, so she had taken her top off, but kept her bra on, so that the fabric didn't grate against her skin. As the massage progressed, Fuxhunter started to think about my dare and realised that this was the perfect opportunity.

He continued to knead her back, but gradually moved his hands to her lower back and softly pushed his fingers slightly under her trousers' waistband to search out the knots there. His sister was obviously enjoying it, I mean who wouldn't, and unwittingly encouraged him further, by reaching under her front to undo her trousers' button and zip, so that he could massage more easily.

As he returned to her upper back, he undid her bra strap and gave her a full massage.

He confessed that, as part of the massage, he had managed to push her trousers and pants so far down that he had uncovered most of her ass and that his fingers had reached down her side to touch the swell of her breasts.

He confessed that he had such an erection throughout all of this that he thought all the blood must have drained from his brain. He was almost glad when his sister reached behind herself to secure her bra and sat up saying that as a reward she would cook him a lovely meal; which was perhaps at the lower end of his fantasies, but probably more realistic.

We bounced questions and answers between us during which I asked him to describe her. His answer was typically male in that he was slightly vague about her hair length, colour or style, but he was clear about her body; she was about 5ft 5in, 36C bra (he had looked at the tag when he was massaging her), a small waist and a nice ass, which told me that she was roughly the same size as me, although I was slightly taller.

I asked him if he had found out what had upset her; but no, only that it was some boy problem.

Fuxhunter was obviously buoyed up by his easy success and so dared me show my boobs to my brother, which I accepted though fully expecting that I would need to invent a story telling of my success.

****

Things were not going wonderfully well for me either; Pete and I split up. To be honest we had been drifting apart since, other than sex, we didn't really have very much in common and I think it was a bit of a relief for both of us. This didn't stop me being sad, but nothing more.

As normal I sought comfort in Andy which took me to his room. He had chosen to stay in the Hall of Residence rather than to share a house with friends, something that was quite normal at Sheffield and I suspect appealed to my brother's easy-going nature.

Andy as always was wonderful. He listened and cuddled me, told me all sorts of rubbish about how all the men would flock to my side now that I was free and that I was beautiful; my brother really could be a charmer sometimes.

I was treated to dinner; Andy had never been the greatest cook in the world, so this was more a walk to the university cafeteria followed by a wander down to the university bar for a drink or two. Ok so perhaps it was a few more than that, but in any event I was ever so slightly tipsy and happy.
The evening had passed quickly and quietly by and it was now fairly late. Andy suggested that it would be safer to stay the night rather than face the journey home, something I agreed to readily enough.

Back at his room, I was given the bed and one of Andy's T-shirts that appeared to have a plunging neckline on me, while Andy pulled out his sleeping bag and unrolled it on the floor. We got ourselves ready for bed, but sat around talking for sometime with Andy sitting on the bed, while I sat at his feet, playing with my neck and hair.

After some time I realised that I was sitting in a way that allowed someone to see down my top and that Andy was that someone. Once I discovered this, I thought immediately about my dare and started to deliberately lean to create a bigger gap in my top so that it was easier to look down at my breasts and nipples, which had become hard at the thought.

Andy's concentration on my neck turning into a neck rub that allowed his fingers to regularly catch at the neckline of my top and which had the effect of widening the opening further and brushing the fabric against my nipples. But this didn't last for too long.

We swapped places and Andy got into his sleeping bag, while I applied some moisturiser to my face by looking in the mirror in his wet room. While there I decided to take my dare one step further, by removing my knickers so that now I was only wearing Andy's T-shirt which did come down to a few inches above my knees.

When I had finished, I deliberately walked slowly across the room so that I passed almost directly above Andy's head. I know that there was only his bedside light on, but it was enough to ensure that he had enough light to look directly up my top and see me naked.

I repeated the trip back to the wet room and across the room, before climbing into bed and I did sneak a look at Andy as I walked over him and could see he was definitely looking up.

Once in bed and with the light off, I reached over and touched Andy's arm to say thank you for being so kind to me.

Later the next day, when I was back at my own house, I placed my phone video-camera on the floor and walked over it wearing a loose fitting T-shirt so see what I could see and shocked myself to discover that Andy would have had a clear view of my pussy, my ass and the bottom of my breasts. With Kim and Andy still apart.....poor Andy!

****

I related this to my slow motion guy and was asked whether I had been tempted to take it further, how would I have reacted if my brother had tried to do something more and ..... Wow!

We batted our questions and comments back and forth, with the sexual tension building up in both of us, as we chatted about what he, Fuxhunter, would like to do to me and what would I like to do to him. By this stage I had my hand in my knickers and was stroking myself and dipping my fingers into my juices, before rubbing my clit; this was so good and I told him so.

Our combined fantasies with our respective siblings, or at least the versions that we sent to each other, were moving us further into our dare game, which was becoming more outrageous in turn.

So my next challenge for him was deliberately provocative, after all I had no idea whether he was telling me the truth or whether he was inventing and fabricating his stories to keep me hooked.

I dared him to invite his sister over to his house again, ostensibly to make sure that she was alright, but that he should take the massage one stage further, he should get her to have a scented bath and follow this up with a full body massage. Of course he would need to make sure that she was fully covered under towels initially so that she could agree to this, but then he could gradually remove everything with the objective of seeing if he could touch her pussy, even if his fingers only brushed it once.

He added that he could pretend that he was taking some masseur lessons and needed someone to practise on....I think we were heading for a plan.

****

The spring break was approaching and most of us would be heading back to our parental home, in part for the pleasure of seeing our parents, but for many the motivation was more financial. Quite simply we would be able to have a few cost free weeks. This latter was certainly true for me, although Andy, who had a part time job at University, chose to stay.

I think that this was in the hope that he would have a chance to make up with Kim during the break. Although Kim was going home for the first week, but she would be returning early for pretty much the same reason; she was hoping to make up with Andy.

In fact I was the last of my house to leave for home. Kim had gone a few days early, while Sarah and Helen had managed to catch a lift by car and I had had to finish off an assignment before I travelled home by train.

The train journey should not have been too long, but there had been an incident on the line that managed to add over an hour to my journey, which meant that I was able to take a sizeable chunk out of my book and to wonder whether Fuxhunter would really carry out his dare.

I wasn't able to spend too much time dwelling on his dare, since a twenty-something guy came across to chat me up. He was okay looking and he was fun to talk to, so we entertained each other until his station approached; he asked for my phone number, which I gave him and received his in return and gave me a peck on my cheek and then disembarked.

As the train pulled out of the station some minutes later, I could see a young woman with a young child, perhaps only 3 years old, and a baby greet him. I smiled and thought about the deceptions we all practise.

When I finally reached my station, I was so happy to see that my Mum was there to meet me because I really couldn't face the 40 minute bus ride with all my bags to get home. I rewarded Mum with a smile and the biggest embrace I could muster, we then proceeded to talk about everything and nothing, about University, Andy, my house-mates, Dad, just about everything we could.

Naturally I had to repeat this once I was home with Dad, and so followed the best part of two days catching up with home life and with some school friends who had also returned from their respective universities, during which time I didn't even switch on my computer.

So it had been about 4 days since I had looked in on Fuxhunter and I was looking forward to getting an update.

****

Fuxhunter had left me a message or rather several messages:

[Thurs 10:34 PM] My sister is coming over to me tomorrow evening! just the thought of what i want to do is getting me so turned on

[Thurs 10:57 PM] i wish you were on line so we could talk

[Sat 05:32 PM] I did it!!!! i've just dropped my sister off at train station and hve got to tell you. I didnt think it she'd go for it, but ... come on line.

[Sat 06:12 PM] i can't wait, i need to tell you what happened.

[Sat 06:34 PM] my sister came on friday and i collected her frm station about 5.30 pm. we went straight to get something to eat at restaurant, had some drinks and grabbed couple of bottles of wine to take home.

We drank wine at home, talked a bit and i asked whether things were ok now with her. Still not really sure what the prob is, but i think it might be something with her bf, and its still not fully solved.

during this i mentioned that i had started a masseur course, but not sure whether i was going to be any good, since everyone else could practise on someone except me. she said why don't i give her a massage as practise since i seemed ok last time.

i said i needed to do it properly, the whole thing, you know the scent bath and oils – she said ok.

i ran the bath, put the bubble-bath and scent in and told her to get in, then i would come in to do her back. so there i was 10 mins later with my sister naked in the bath covered only with bubble – but not too well in places – rubbing her bare back and arms with a loofer

[Sat 06:52 PM] when she got out, i told her to go to lie on her back on the towel on my bed and put two towels over her, one on bottom one on top and when she was ready I came in with the oils. the lights were already turned down

i started with her hands and arms, then her shoulders, but kept it clean!! she had her eyes closed all the time and she had a smile on her face. i then did her feet and lower legs and i managed to lift her legs up a bit so i could see up her legs, but nothing else.

then got her to turn over – i even held the towels like a pro so that she was covered as she turned. i put some oils on my hands and massaged her back. she even moaned once, so i said that it sounds like she was enjoying it.

she only had one towel on which i had pushed down to be across her ass, but her ass checks were almost totally exposed. i then switched to her feet again and worked up her legs. by the time i had reached her mid thighs, she had opened her legs a bit so I could massage easier.

we'd been talking through all of this and she told me that i was really good at this and that it was almost too nice, i said that i'd probably got the best person to practise on, or at least the prettiest and the one with the best ass – i thought i'd gone too far then – but she asked me if i really thought she had a nice ass

[Sat 07:13 PM] sorry – had to break off, i'm finding this too exciting just remembering it.

i answered her question by flipping up the towel and smacking her left check and saying – yes, i'm not sure i've seen a nicer one. i flipped the towel back quickly to before she could object and continued on her thighs.

The more i worked on her thighs, i noticed that her legs had become very wide and that i could easily get my hands further up – and then i felt my fingers brush something almost fluffy!!!! i'd touched her pussy!!!

i moved down immediately and massaged her thighs lower down, but she didn't say anything and she didn't move. so i tried higher up again and i looked at her face as i did it too. this time i brushed her twice before moving lower and i saw a smile.

so i got braver and this time i concentrated on her at the top of her thighs and my brushing became more regular until i realised that her breathing sounded a bit heavier, and thn i deliberately touched her and – oh god- she was so wet.

after that i almost gave up any pretence at massaging and i started to rub her ass and fingering her pussy for a good 10 minutes until she came. she then turned around, forgetting all about her towel and pulled me forward to give me a big hug and then burst into tears, telling me that she had really needed that and she had been so silly with her bf.

i've no idea about the bf bit, but i wanted to continue because i was rock hard at the time, but she said that she knew it wasn't fair, but we couldn't go any further.

but in the morning, she came into my room and got into bed with me and said she had been thinking about what we had done and she was ok with doing something for me, then she started rubbing my cock and she also let me touch her boobs.

when i came, it was all over her hand and boobs – god, i just exploded. i don't think i have ever been so turned on in my life.

she cleaned up and cuddled up to me for another half hour, told me not to tell anyone (well, you're not just anyone!) and could i give her a lift to the station later because she was going to see her bf.

I realised that I had been holding my breath as I read this story and I couldn't help let it all out with a moan. I didn't know whether this was true or if he had made it up.

Had he really masturbated his sister to an orgasm? Had she really done the same to him? Did they talk about what they had done? OMG!!! I fired off my questions, comments thoughts in a rush and settled back to re-read our whole correspondence, during which I started to play with myself and think about what he would ask me to do with my brother.

I didn't get any answer until a couple of hours later and I confess that I kept logging onto the website to see if he had answered me.

Eventually he did and we spent ages discussing everything, and describing in more detail what they had done and what he felt now and....what my dare would be....

It's difficult to describe how my permanently arouse state could possibly reach a higher level, but it did. I think I would have grabbed the Pope, if he had been the next male to walk into my reach, and had my way with him, so it was probably just as well that he wasn't visiting that evening!

So when Fuxhunter suggested that I should masturbate my brother, I was desperate to get started, though I hadn't even begun to think how I might achieve this or what the consequences might be.

****

I did go back to University a few days before the end of the break mainly because I could get a lift to the train station from my Dad; door-to-door service versus the somewhat irregular bus service was an easy choice.

I found that my house-mates had all returned earlier still and that Andy was there in our kitchen, obviously he and Kim had resolved their differences and my nights of silence would once more be broken by the noises though the wall. Oh well, at least they were both happy, but this was likely to leave me turned on and unsatisfied.

The first evening turned out to be rather pleasant with the five of us emptying about six bottles of wine as we caught up with events of the holiday break. Sarah had met some gorgeous hunk (her words) on the coach back and it turned out that he was also a student at the University; she was planning to see him the next evening and who knows....

Helen's break was less happy. Her Grandma had been ill for some time and she had recently got much worse so had been taken into hospital. The family had seen her regularly, but they were not really expecting her to recover.

I was a little coy about my break. I told them about catching up with some friends from school that only Andy might have known and about the guy chatting me up on the train before he met his wife; they laughed at that.

Life quickly returned to normal with lectures and essay deadlines, coffee with friends and alcohol in the student union bar and Andy and Kim almost living in each other's pockets. I still managed to snatch a few moments with Andy, but only enough for an occasional hug, before Kim would appear.

Don't get me wrong, I wanted to see Andy happy and I really liked Kim, but it wasn't doing much for my dare. So my progress reports to Fuxhunter were of little interest although our talks had long since descended below the belt, at it were.

Despite my reticence over meeting Fuxhunter, I was beginning to dream about just that possibility. I needed someone (I had the something) to take care of me and Pete was long since gone.

My opportunity came unexpectedly.

****

I described what had happened to Fuxhunter the following night, but in truth my words could only capture a small part of how I felt.

I had to stay late in the library to catch up with my work and the fast approaching deadline for an assignment that I had carefully ignored until the last possible moment. Since Andy was staying over at Kim's, I begged the use of his room in the Halls to save me the hassle of travelling.

I had made good progress and had finished earlier than I expected, so I changed my plans to meet up with some friends in the student union bar. I had already had 3 drinks when Andy appeared also drinking and clearly intending to continue.

"Andy, I thought you were staying with Kim tonight. What are you doing here?"

"Oh I was, but she discovered that she had missed an essay, I think they were given it just before the break, but she'd gone early so she didn't know about it until just now. Anyhow the deadline is tomorrow and so .....it seems I'm a distraction" Andy laughed.

"In that case you can join us. I'm sure you can distract us instead" Carol said "I think we're in for a long session".

Andy grinned, finished off his pint and went to get some more drinks for us. The night or at least the drinking part ended around 11pm with Carol heading off to her flat and Andy and I wandering back to his room with our arms around each other, giggling and weaving (slightly).

At his room, I again got one of Andy's T-shirts and we both got ready to sleep, but we were somewhat the worse for the alcohol and we were correspondingly chaotic. Eventually after strutting my ass over Andy's head as he lay in his sleeping bag on the floor, I climbed into bed.

"Andy?"

"Yes"

"Will you give me a cuddle, like you used to do when we were little?" I slurred

"OK – come here then" he replied

"No, you come here. It's more comfortable"

And he did.

At first he just lay down on his back and I melted into his side with my head on his shoulder and my face on his chest. My tummy traced the length of his body and my left leg rested ever so slightly on his leg, while my left arm lay across his stomach and chest.

His left arm encircled me to rest on my hips and his right arm across his chest, holding me tightly.

I started to draw circles on his chest and twizzled his hair, gradually increasing the radius until I found his nipple. A few more circles around that and then I slowly flicked it and brought my hand to rest on his chest.

Andy echoed this by stroking my hip, moving his hand only a few inches up and down.

I moved my left leg further across so that my knee must have been just below his groin and my feet had fallen into the space between his legs. My legs were slightly open, with my ass turned slightly upwards. I recommenced my circles and lowered this to his stomach.

Andy's hands had dropped further down. They were now smoothing my hip and my left cheek, but spending more time on my bottom. And his heart-beat had increased and was thumping under my head.

I reached up with my left hand stroked his ear and face, in doing so his hand was left lying across my side touching my breast through the T-shirt. I continued to run my fingers through his hair and onto his neck; I moved my face to gently kiss his chest.

The rise and fall of his chest seemed more deliberate, as though he was trying to keep his breathing under control, but somehow was fighting a losing battle. I think we both were and we both lost a little more as I moved my hand down further and across to his side; in doing so my fore-arm touched the tip of his cock.

Andy had an involuntary intake of breath and I felt him twitch under my fore-arm. His hand started to knead my bottom, while his other gently caressed the side of my breast.

We continued like this for several minutes, neither one wanting to break the spell and neither daring to go further. If Andy's heart was thumping mine must certainly have matched his.

Now Andy eased my body away from his chest so freeing up my boobs, allowing his fingers better access and so they were brushing my nipple, that had become harder that I could ever remember and that had become so sensitive. Each touch, each flick sent a cascade of please down my body; exciting me; preparing me.

In doing so, my arm had pulled back across his stomach and was now resting on his penis. As small movement on my part and I would have him in my hand. I could sense Andy willing me to make that movement, to take that extra step. So when at last I moved, I grasped him fully, traced my fingers from his engorged head down his length, feeling his pubic hair as I cupped his balls and returned my hand to his cock.

The ice had been broken. We had each received and given our permission. And our pace picked up.

We shifted. Andy's head dipped down to take my nipple in his mouth and, as I felt his tongue play, I trembled. I could feel my legs parting on their own, I knew that my juices were at flood, I rubbed his up and down his full length, up and down slowly, then building.
Andy's hand moved down my tummy, through the wisps of my pubic hair and searched for my opening with his fingers. One, two fingers bathed in my juice and moved to stroke my clit, circling and rubbing and Ohh!

I increased my pace, my fingers wrapped fully around his phallus and Andy increased his actions to match. I came to orgasm quickly, I think that must be due to my permanent arouse state over the last month or so, but I didn't want it to stop.

I sat up, pushing Andy backwards onto the bed and I climbed onto his body. I could feel is hardness pressing between my legs, his hands were on my ass, squeezing both cheeks and slightly opening me up. I shifted again and felt the tip of his penis at my vulva. Not quite in, but waiting on the promise of more.

I didn't wait, couldn't wait. I moved down as he moved up, and slowly I was impaled on my brother's cock. Allowing him to bury his full length in me, before beginning our inevitable motions.

I don't know how long we lasted, but I do know that I came twice more before my brother jerked, shooting his seed deep into me. And I do know that we indulged ourselves more times that night; from behind; Andy on top and my legs over my head – my brother fully in control.

I think that Fuxhunter must have been in shock when I finished writing and submitted my story.

"Wow" was his only comment for about 30 minutes, followed by another, equally informative, "Wow".

And then his questions came and our sexually charged conversation flowed.

****

The next day Andy and I talked about what we had done. There was no embarrassment, just a realisation that we couldn't ever let anyone know, that we couldn't really do this again and that we should go back to being a normal brother and sister.

We both agreed; but more, we agreed that this was the best sex and the most extreme orgasms either of us had ever had.

Our lives returned almost immediately to normal, Andy continued to go out with Kim, I had several dates, but Mr Right or even Mr Adequate didn't turn up, and I continued to have my conversations and sex sessions with Fuxhunter.

Less than two weeks later, Kim's brother came to visit her at University. He was a similar age to Andy and was at a different University, much closer to where their parents lived.

I rather fancied him. He had an easy laugh and a handsome face, who would find him attractive and he also hit it off almost immediately with Andy, with the two of them being similar height and build, they were like two peas in a pod.

While he was there he asked if he could borrow a computer, as he needed to check up on something. Kim was out and had taken her computer into town to get it repaired, so I offered him my laptop and he was only on for about 15 minutes.

As he was leaving later that day, we had decided that we would send him off in style or at least we would go out for a meal and some drinks, before depositing him at the train station. We said out farewells and I got a rather prolonged kiss from him which I returned in equal measure, with a look that said he'd like to see me again.

Later back at my house I decided to see if my slow motion guy had left any messages. I typed in the website address and called up the login screen.

And there, sitting in the login box was......."Fuxhunter".

My laptop had retained the login details.........