I never married for love but for security and status. When my brother and I were at school, he would sort out any boys that laughed at me because I was a midget. He would wait for them at the school gates and give them a hiding. I rather liked watching him.
Andrew was my rock in more ways than one. Sometimes at my husband's suggestion, I would sit on our Alsation dog and have a trip around the extensive grounds of the house. I had to wear a loose-fitting dress on such occasions it was the only way that I could ride the dog astride.
My performance was clearly popular with our buyers for reasons best known to themselves. Our business was doing well we had so many orders that we had to outsource. During August of that year, my husband needed to go into hospital for a small procedure. Being the dutiful wife, I went to collect him late evening only to be told that they were keeping him in overnight as a precaution.
I wore a smart trouser suit, black shoes, with a matching black shoulder bag and I was gawped at by staff and visitors alike as if I were a freak. I had my own car and there were several conversions because of my size. On the way home, I stopped by a phone box and called my brother. He was very pleased to hear from me. We hadn't met in about three months.
I wanted to see him so I drove the six miles to his flat. On arrival, he was standing outside which I thought was a little bit odd. He got in my car, kissed me on my cheek, and whispered, "Just drive, sis." I had a pretty good idea where he wanted me to drive to. We had the chance of spending quality time together which did not happen very much since my marriage.
We soon arrived at a place which we knew rather well. I parked my little car under a weeping willow. Hand in hand we walked the short distance to what we called our field. in our haste to be naked we almost tore each other's clothes off. Being naked together outside at night was something that we both liked. We never really had much interest in foreplay, only basic shagging, and that night was no different.
I had almost forgotten just how good he was. I called him my stallion. I exploded three times in a torrent of warm juice before he spurted a heavy stream of his milky spunk deep into my willing gaping slit. As he correctly pointed out, I had received from him over a period of time, far more of his spunk than all the women he had known put together. And rightly so. We could see nothing at all wrong with a brother and sister fucking in a field at night.
The following morning, I went back to the hospital to collect my husband. He was waiting for me in the discharge room. I had become immune to the gawps and whispers. Peter was keen to launch himself back into our business but I was having none of that. I confined him to his bed for three days. I ran our business and I took all the phone calls.
I was pleasantly surprised by how nice the callers were in response to my little girly voice. Mrs Jennings phoned in to talk to Peter and was surprised and pleased to hear my voice
She even inquired as to what uniform I was wearing. I told her it was my Alice in Wonderland one. (I was actually wearing just my dressing gown). After just two days, Peter was up and about. He had a stack of phone calls to return.