Tell Laura Chapter 10
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Tommy
I don’t know what had come over me. All I was going to do was ask if Laura how long she would be. When I saw her leaning over the sink in just her knickers, something clicked in my head; taking me back to the conversation we were having before the furniture was delivered. That seemed like an age ago now. Even then it had just been my intent to wind Laura up a little, but she just seemed to hand all control to me. Then the penny dropped and the stress ball I was fiddling with flew across the room.
“Fucking bastard!” I shouted. “Laura, get in here, now!”
Next thing Laura scampered in, still in just her knickers. She stopped in front of me and when I looked up, she was standing with her head bowed. The same as this morning, except not holding the hairbrush this time.
“Sit,” I said, standing and pointing to the bed.
“How often did your ex hit you?”
“Twice, you saw one and the night mum and dad died.”
“He never hit you before, not even spanking you?”
Laura screwed up her face and looked at me, then down at her feet, “Look at me, while we’re talking. I told you there is no shame, but I think I understand something.”
She looked up at me and answered quietly, “When he shared me, he would spank me and encourage his friends to as well.”
“Did this make it easier?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, I just found if I was spanked, I let myself go.”
“Did you have to be spanked or would you comply to strict instructions?”
“Ha! If you call strict instructions; him yelling at me and making me do things or twisting my head so I felt guilty every time I said no to him. Then, yes. But it was never like you just called me then.”
I sat on the bed, with my back against the headboard and told Laura to join me. Instead of sitting next to me, she pushed my legs apart and sat back against me and pulled my arms around her.
“What happened in the bathroom?” When her chin went down, I lifted and whispered, “No, shame.”
“I’m not sure. Well, I know what happened. Fuck! It was a pretty decent orgasm, especially considering the amount of fondling. But what was going on in my head, I’m not sure.
“I do know I felt absolutely safe, I knew that I could stop at any time, even when you had me pinned with your body. I trusted that you, I knew you wouldn’t…” she paused, seemingly lost for words.
“Hurt you?” I asked
“No, that’s not it. You wouldn’t do something that wasn’t what I needed or wanted. I was prepared for you to hurt me. I thought when you smacked my bum it would hurt.”
She turned and knelt looking at me, “I think I was hoping you would smack my bum. But the most important thing for me was to let you look after me. Not always, I’m not thinking that now, not wanting to be a kept woman, so to speak. In that moment, I wanted you to look after me. To know what my needs were and fulfil them. Does that make sense?”
I nodded, then opened my arms for a hug and she half fell, half lay against me. “Your head was still in that place when I called you wasn’t it?”
“What makes you think that?”
“The way you came running in. Other times, you would have told me to wait or even to piss off for speaking to you like that.”
“So, what are you thinking?”
When I paused, she pushed, “Come on, communication is the key to a successful relationship. I told you my thoughts.”
I laughed a little, “That’s where the confusion is. I think you have a little bit of a submissive streak. But it’s not your whole personality. When it’s tapped it appears to be quite the potent sexual force in you, but you need to be in that headspace. You’re also not a complete submissive. Outside of the space, you’re capable of directing and leading. I’ve heard stories of CEOs of massive companies going home at weekends and spending their entire time submitting to their partners, almost like handing over all stress and worries for a time.
“I think that cunt tapped into it too, but rather than nurture it, he abused you. Where the patterns of your ‘entertaining’ always the same?”
“Yes, alcohol, dancing, he would, then his friend would, and it would vary from there sometimes both, sometimes alternate, often sending me to bed with them.”
“Guilt trips in with the alcohol?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder if the guilt trips were part of a longer plan or just him trying to get you fully compliant to the extent of pushing us all away.”
Laura snorted, “If someone said about you having a three or four-year game plane like that, I could believe it. He was not only not patient enough, that’s why he hated every visit of yours. All the time he was trying to draw tighter around me, but when you came up again, I just shed part of him like an old overcoat.”
“Have you read the fable of the sun and the wind?”
“No.”
“Look it up. Not only patient enough?”
“He wasn’t intelligent enough. Oh, he was clever, but he didn’t have the emotional intelligence that you have. When he did what he did I complied out of fear, what would the repercussion be? When you did that in the bathroom, I almost didn’t comply out of fear.”
She smiled at my reaction.
“In that instant, I was scared for us, for our relationship. Then when I looked in your eyes, all my fears dissolved, shit! Hold that thought. Anyway, you always knew what was best and we are back to where we started. I knew I was safe letting you lead, this time. Back in a sec.”
Laura got up and went into the bathroom, I could hear some noise from her room and then she returned. She opened the drawer in the bedside table and put some items in there and then turned to me with her phone.
“I want you to listen to the lyrics of this song, I think it was written for us, about me. I think most of her songs touch on us in one way or other.”
Laura
I held him in my arms while we listened to ‘Push’ by Sarah McLaughlin, feeling his tears spilling onto my chest. It sent my mind back to what I had thought about his reaction to me telling him to kiss my bum. I don’t think he was submissive, but he was comfortable with me, without judgement or question. I was like a safe zone for him; we were for each other. It made me wonder about this whole submissive thing, I think he was right about me, yet having dominated me in the bathroom, he was now giving himself over to my protection.
When it finished, he sat up a looked at me, “Fuck!”
“Please,” I thought. What I said was, “I know. If you carry on listening, the next track is you.”
He saw it coming and gathered me to him; holding me tight as the dam burst and I sobbed. While I did, the next track started.
“Why couldn’t I see it, Tommy? Why couldn’t I see you were my answer?”
“Is it a Chinese proverb, when the student is ready, the teacher will appear?”
“But you were always there.”
“And when you were ready, you saw me as the teacher. That part of me appeared to you. We are struggling like fuck with this whole situation. Mum and dad, wank-in-law, us and that is when we seemed to have naturally moved to each other. Can you imagine how either of us would have reacted before? All that was the fire and flames that softened and shaped us into what we are now. Are we the finished product? I doubt it. I do know that I will always love and protect you, as you will me.”
I turned my face to look at him and he lowered his to meet me, kissing me. Our tongues touched as our lips did, they didn’t dance around each other or push and probe, they just touched as we kissed. I could feel his smile spread as we did and was sure he would feel mine. At that moment, the world just melted away. Nothing else existed, no laws of nature or man, it was only us. I lay back and pulled him on top of me. There was still only a gentle love in our kiss, no real hard passion. I knew we were going no further tonight. Even so, I ran my fingers down his back, over his naked bum, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer.
When the kiss finished, he lifted himself away from me, apparently with just the muscles in his back, and he put both his hands around my face. We were still not there; I could see the turmoil in his eyes, a reflection of the fears and concerns I had earlier. I could see his unflinching, unconditional love. The love he had always had for me. The love that that shithead I had married made me lock away and hide from the world.
“Hold me again Tommy, like you did the first night you brought me home. Like you have every night since then.”
As I turned, he twisted away from me, I guessed to turn out the lights. I pushed my knickers down and dropped them off my foot out of the bed. He noticed as soon as he cuddled up to me.
“Where’d they go?” he asked, patting my bum again.
I reached behind and patted his hip, my arms weren’t long enough to reach his bum, “Same place as yours. The same underwear we wore on my first night.”
It was inevitable really and I knew a part of my subconscious had been planning it. I woke up with his morning gift, pressing against my leg.
“Tommy,” I whispered, “Tommy.”
There was no response, so I reached into the bedside table and retrieved one of the items I had put there the night before. I tucked it under my pillow, then wiggled my bum back against Tommy. I had been careful not to let his gift stop pressing against me. Otherwise, it would have taken all sorts of manoeuvring to accidentally get it where I wanted. I lifted my leg a little and twisted my hips.
“Ooh,” I let out a little moan as I felt him slap against my pussy.
I was biting my lip as I closed my legs and moved down the bed a little. When he was hard against me, I pushed back again. Feeling him push along my pussy again, the heat from his cock warming me. I was where I knew I should be. He still had an arm around me. I intertwined my fingers with his and lifted it onto my tit. This is how we should sleep. I moved my head back over my pillow until I could feel his breath and then I relaxed and went back to sleep.
It was a lie, I kidded myself that I was going back to sleep. I did try, but it felt like my body was awake and ready to go. I reached between my legs and held him against me as I started to move back and forth. I moved my fingers along the underside of his cock, making sure the pressure was under where my pussy was. It had not occurred to me the feeling this would give him. This was a selfish act and I knew it. I was using him again; he had not complained before or tried to stop me. He even said he might not worry about it happening again. Well dear brother, it was happening.
I did try to bite my lip, but it was no good, I let out a couple of moans. I put my other hand on my free tit and started to play with the nipple, pulling it, twisting it. Feeling the pleasure run to my pussy as both my nipples were tweaked. I continued to grind, harder now, I needed something in me. I slid all the way forward and stopped, reaching under the pillow, I pulled out my little friend and started to run him along my pussy, twisting him, smiling when I felt he had bumped into Tommy. The tweaking on my nipples was getting more intense, fingers twirling around and around, before gripping and pulling, twisting before letting go. Then starting to claw across my tits, not painfully, like a hard scratch, less than living with an exposed underwire.
When I felt he was ready, I lifted a leg over Tommy, careful to keep my hips forward, but then accidents do happen. I hesitated. Then quickly, with an audible, “Oh, fuck!” I slid him into me. As I started to move him in an out of me, I took hold of Tommy’s shaft and stroked slowly back and forth. Then the penny dropped, I had both hands between my legs working both the dildo and Tommy, but both my tits were also being played with. I slowly turned my head and was kissed on the side of my neck.
“Morning beautiful.”
“Oh god!” Was my only response.
I’ve never had an orgasm start in my neck before, but it was like his kiss triggered a wave that ran down over my tits and was focused by my belly as all my stomach muscles tensed and quivered, the full force of the wave crashing over my pussy. I thrust backwards with my hips, my back curving out and my head going back over Tommy’s shoulder. He kissed my throat, the realisation I had exposed myself to him triggered a second orgasm.
“You’re not getting away with being the only one,” he whispered to me and rolled me onto my front.
As I lay there, still slowly moving the dildo in and out, I raised my hips to allow the movement. I didn’t look back, Tommy was going to do what he needed and it was what I needed too. He pulled my cheeks apart and then I heard him spit and felt his hand running back and forth along my bum.
“Take that out,” I did.
He pushed my legs apart and lifted me onto all fours and started to rub his cock against my pussy, from one direction then the next.
“Put it back in,” I was in a bit of a daze. I dropped the dildo and started to grope for his cock. He took hold of my hand, put the dildo back in it and guided me back into myself.
“Have you ever had both holes filled at once?”
“No,” I gasped, “no one’s been there.”
“Hmmm,” was all I heard.
Tommy pulled my cheeks apart again and then I felt the pressure on my bum. I tried to relax and felt him slide over the top. He let go of my cheeks and started to slide back and forth. He put a hand on my back, holding me steady then his other hand took hold of mine, helping me work the dildo at the same pace as him. After several minutes of this, my legs were giving in and shaking. Tommy started to move faster, my legs gave way, he dropped with me finding his pace again, then he stiffened. As he did, he pushed my hand in as far as it would go. I clenched my legs holding his, my pussy held my dildo in place and my bum clenched around him as he came. He grunted and I felt his heat hit my back.
“Fuck!” was all he said. I smiled too but kept my smart arsed comment to myself.
Then he surprised me, he lay on my back, he was not worried about his cum. His arms curled underneath mine, hugging me as best he could. He kissed my shoulder and sniffed.
“Thank you, Tommy.” I reached over and put my hand on his head.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Never better. You?”
“Yes. Yes, the best I’ve been for a long, long time. Now I’m going to get up, don’t move.”
He pushed the covers back and got up. He went into the bathroom and returned with a flannel and washed my back. Another first, even my best boyfriend had left me to get cleaned up by myself. The ex-toe-rag was more likely to push me out of the bed to do it.
“Bloody messy business this isn’t it?” He laughed.
He threw the flannel toward the bathroom and cuddled up next to me pulling me over so he could spoon around me again. He was still semi-erect, so I just lifted my leg a little to allow him between them and then held him between my thighs.
“I wasn’t going anywhere it’s ok,” he chuckled.
“Not till I tell you, at least,” I replied.
Tommy
It was noon when I woke up again and that was my excuse for not having the morning glory. Laura was gone, so I got up, splashed my face and put on my robe before going downstairs.
“Oh look, my lazy arse brother finally arises. Breakfast?”
“Thank you, Miss Sweetness and Light.”
I put the TV on to catch the news and then set the table up for the two of us. As Laura set the plates on the table my phone pinged, several times. As I looked and put it down, Laura raised an eyebrow at me.
“Just some texts.”
“From?”
“Nosey.”
“No secrets, remember?”
I had to laugh, hoisted by my own words, “Bev, Diane and Kazumi.”
“And?”
“No, just the three of them.”
“No, dipshit, what did they say?”
“I didn’t read them, we’re eating.”
Laura took another bite but kept looking at me. I had to smile; I had an image of mum, clipping us both as we had our staring match. Laura put down her knife and fork when she finished.
“We are not eating any more, you are. And what are you smirking about?”
“Still not reading them,” I stuck my tongue out at her.
“Did you ever grow up?”
I couldn’t help myself, I started laughing when she said that and started choking and coughing. Being the caring sister that she was, Laura just sat, laughing at me.
“No, I’m okay, don’t worry your pretty head,” I said as I stopped coughing and took a sip of my coffee. Laura just raised an eyebrow again.
“I was smirking because of comments like that, that’s something mum would have said, and she would have clipped us both around the ear for the stubborn staring match we just had.”
“Oh Tommy, what would she, they think about this morning?”
“Hopefully, that we are looking after and looking out for each other. At the very least, we are making the best of the worst possible situation.”
Before she slipped further into her maudlin thoughts, I said, “Okay, texts.
“Bev writes, ‘Hope you’re both doing ok and had a great time last night. Let me know if you need anything’. That’s nice of her.
“Kazumi is asking how everything is going and hopes we’re settling in okay.
“Diane’s is interesting, ‘Sorry, my brain never lets me rest. What nationality were your parents and grandparents? Text me back and I’ll call tomorrow.’ Sounds like she never stops.”
“What do you think she wants to know for?” I shrugged while I typed.
‘Father and his parents all British, Mum and her mum, both Spanish and her dad was Italian.’ Send.
“We’re a mishmash, aren’t we?”
“We are a bit of a mess. Don’t forget as well, Gramps was Irish.”
“But Northern Ireland, so British, despite what he called Granny.”
Ping ‘Excellent, call you tomorrow!’ I read this to Laura and we both shrugged.
“Oh, when you thank Kazumi, tell her she needs to come to dinner sometime, we’ve been putting it off too long.”
I did as instructed and thanked Bev too, ensuring her we had had a good evening. After breakfast we got showered and dressed and then decided to take a walk. We saw several of the people that had been at Bev and John’s the night before. We went in the opposite direction this time and found a wonderful park. There was a car park which appeared about half-full. To one side there were woods and a sign directed to a lake. To the other end was a small hill, in the middle, there was an open area with people playing football, flying kites and other activities. We walked the perimeter, starting at the woods and ending at the top of the hill. The view was fantastic. I estimated we could see for a dozen miles.
We had held hands all through the walk, but as we stood looking out from the hill, Laura leant against me. With my arms over her shoulders, Laura held my hands again and rested her head back against me.
“Tommy?”
“Laura?”
“How are we?”
“I’m good. You?” She kicked back into my shin enough to say, ‘don’t mess about’.
“We, we’re here. We’re together. We’re talking and walking and holding hands.”
“You don’t think I’m a slut or hate me?”
“Laura, I think you are a slut and I hate you in exactly the same way as I did yesterday. What we did was a fulfilment of needs and greater than that, an expression of our love for each other. Within it, though I think we also told each other how comfortable we are together. To be completely honest with you, I think it was probably inevitable.”
Laura didn’t say anything for a while, just held my arms around her.
“Do me a favour Tommy?” she asked.
“If I can, anything.”
“Don’t let me do it again, at least not until we talk more.” She spun in my arms and reached up and held my face before continuing, “Please don’t think of me as a cock tease, I love you and I loved what happened. I loved what happened in the bathroom last night and I love it standing here with you just holding me. If we weren’t brother and sister, I think I would be fucking your soul out of the end of your cock as we speak. They would find our skeletons intertwined in years to come.”
And then she paused and turned around, holding my arms still as she looked over to the reddening horizon. I felt there was more to come, so just held her.
“But we are brother and sister and despite what you have said, and I feel, despite what Tina and Diane nearly said, there are twenty-seven years of indoctrination swirling around in my head. It’s like a tempest in there.
“On the one hand, my mind is telling me that I would not wish any companion in the world but you. Nor can I imagine any besides yourself.
“On the other, it is screaming that hell is empty and all the devils are here,” she finished with her hand over her heart.
I thought for a moment, there could only be one response, but it was a case of how to word it.
“Laura, first and foremost we are brother and sister. We were both shattered by what happened last year and all the pieces got mixed together. That’s why we’re closer now. I will respect your request. How could I not? We will always have that connection and we will always have this morning.
“If it means never to love again to preserve all that, it is what I am prepared to do. I will love you and support you in nearly anything you do. The two things I will never make the mistake of doing again is letting anyone hurt you or letting you push us apart, whether you can see it or like it at the time.”
“Thank you, Tommy,” she almost whispered.
“And don’t think I’m not a mess of unanswered questions too.”
Laura
I don’t know how I felt about Tommy’s acquiescence. Part of me wanted him to put his foot down and demand that I be his. Part was thankful that he was caring and loving enough not to think I was leading him along. We found a little coffee shop on the way home and stopped there for some dinner. We ate outside in relative silence, both wrapped up in our different thoughts. As we finished and paid, the conversation started to return to some semblance of normality.
“That was a great find, I enjoyed that,” he said.
“Me too and perfect timing, we can just settle down and watch TV now.”
“What plans do you have for tomorrow?”
“I’ve got to call the agency and let them know I need your name added to the hotel list and the extra charges to be taken from my fee. Then I’ll need to get the itinerary and brief so I can start a little storyboarding. You?”
“I’ll be going into the office to check on how things are progressing, we should get our first batch of coding outlines this week. There’s also Diane that wants to speak to us. So, I’ll call her and see what she has to say.”
“Ooh and don’t forget to invite Kazumi for dinner sometime. Anytime this week is fine, just give me a day’s notice. And does she like this Nyo-whats-it that you mentioned, I’ll see if I can find some.”
“I don’t know, maybe you could ask her and do something another time.” Tommy started coughing as he finished saying this.
That night was more like the early days. We got ready for bed separately and then had a couple of beers while watching a film. I had the best seat in the house, Tommy’s lap. I had to pay a high price for the privilege; I got the second beers from the fridge. After the film we didn’t go through the old production of going to separate rooms; instead just going to, I suppose, our room. We climbed into opposite sides and moved across and kept moving across, this bed was huge. At one point I looked over my shoulder to make sure I hadn’t passed Tommy as I shuffled back. I found out that we had climbed into bed, but only I had moved, Tommy just lay grinning at me.
“One day, brat!”
“One day, what, my beautiful, charming sister?”
“There is an outside chance, however remote, that you may, perhaps, grow up, even if it is just a tiny little bit.”
We both giggled and I moulded my body to his and he wrapped his arms around me. Safe once more, under his protection, we fell asleep.
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