Like Some Candy?
Daniel headed out with some mates to a bar. He said he was looking forward to getting tanked, before he left. They went to some bar in Hawthorn.
I spent the night at home on my own, writing. I like writing. I can spend my time writing. Chubby snored on the floor next to me.
Daniel bought some blond slapper home. They both crashed through the front door earlier than I expected him home, not long after midnight.
They both had that demented grin happening.
"This is... um? Is er..." Daniel was having trouble getting his eyes to work in unison. My brother's cute when he's a bit pissed, happy, smiling.
"Candy," she slurred.
"This is my bro." Daniel made some feeble hand gesture, as he looked at her and tried to focus. He looked back at me. "Candy."
"Josh," I said.
They'd eyed each other off across the bar. She'd bought him a drink as a dare from the two slapper girlfriends she was with. One of his mates slipped them both a pill.
Apparently, they fell out of the place completely unaware what time it was, not that they cared.
"Good night," slurred Daniel.
"Nice to..." she attempted to say something.
And then they were gone.
The rest of the night I heard bangs and crashes and whoops and Candy moaning as she was getting stooped by my hung big brother. It went on for hours.
I put some music on to drown them out.
Candy came out late, looking all bleary-eyed, blond hair messed up, makeup smudged, red lips that almost looked swollen, wearing Daniel's dressing gown, and his underwear as she would later show me and tell me. Slurring noticeably, she said never been fucked like that before, as she asked for a glass of water. I was writing on my lap-top in the lounge. I was really stoned, much more stoned than I had really intended to be. Oops. What can you do? Chuckle.
She sat with me, fidgety and asked me what I was doing, in that drugged out overly familiar way that drug-fucked people do.
"Writing."
"Writing what?"
"Just stuff."
“What kind of stuff?”
“What I like…”
“What you like?”
“Yes.”
“Really? What does that mean?”
“I write fiction, I like just writing, letting my imagination free and seeing where it goes?”
“I love that,” she said.
She told me she was at uni, doing second year medicine. "Isn't that a coincidence with Daniel being a doctor," she said amazed.
It's a coincidence, but not a very interesting one, I thought. “Yeah, sure. How about that?”
She said that she'd only ever, as was now apparent to her, fooled around with incompetent boys.
"I now know I've been dating genetic defectives all my life."
"Huh?"
"Now I know what a man is." She exhaled heavily. "Your brother..." She rubbed her forehead. "Jesus! Like fucking Jesus!"
I laughed. I'd heard other girls say the same thing, before, you know. Apparently, Daniel is good at making them, to put it very bluntly, cum. He has the ability to make girls orgasm, and girls seem to love him for it.
"Do you know how beautiful your brother's cock is?" she slurred.
"Yeah, I've played with it."
"What?" She sounded
I laughed. "I'm joking," I said as dead-pan as I could to make it sound.
"Are you gay?"
"Yep, as a goose."
"Geese are gay?"
I laughed again. "It’s an expression, I don’t know its origin."
She had Daniel's dressing gown loosely around her shoulders. He hair was completely messed up. Through a bush backwards, is that what they say? She sat droop-eyed with the glass of water in her hand.
I put dope and a cigarette into the mulli and ground up a mix. I licked the papers and stuck them together.
She finished her water. She held the glass out to me for it to be refilled.
"I guess, being his brother, your cock would be the same as his?"
"Huh?"
"Well, you must have seen it. Haven't you? Don't brothers?"
"What?"
"You know... I've heard."
"Yeah, all teenage boys are gay until they meet their first girl, then they revert." I rolled up the joint and licked the last paper. "They don't talk about it too much."
"Is that true?" she said wide-eyed.
"Yep."
"So, you must have?"
"Must have... what?"
"Played with your brother's... it's worth playing with."
I laughed. I lit the joint.
"Did you? You can tell me?... How often?"
She was asking so earnestly, so disarmingly, that she kind of lulled me into a certain sense of security. "Sure we jerked off when were teenagers” It just came out, like that. I said it, no filter. I was somewhat surprised with myself. "He used to come in to my room when he was horny and we’d jerk each other off."
She squirmed around in her seat. "That's hot," she said. "I wondered what boys did before they got... you know... a regular girl."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, they always want it, always want to fuck... always want to put it in." She made parenthesis in the air, I'm not sure why. "And they say teenage boys are full of hormones, so I just wondered... you know."
"I don't suppose he'd be too keen on me telling you..."
"Oh, it turns me on." She laughed. "If I wasn't so sore." She laughed again, as she rubbed her crotch absentmindedly. I could see, what looked like, Daniel's briefs. "Do you ever get drunk and fool around now?"
I laughed. "No. We were, you know, thirteen…"
"Pity."
"Chicks dig that stuff."
"Don't guys like girl on girl?"
"I guess."
I offered her the joint. She took it. She scowled as she dragged on it. She was quite beautiful really, I noticed for the first time. Blond hair, flawless skin. And, I guess, what I thought was stupidity initially was really just a twenty year old's innocence.
"Have you got his jocks on?"
"Yeah." She lifted the dressing gown and twirled her legs. "I love wearing my guys undies." Smoke billowed from her mouth as she spoke. "Especially after he's had them on."
"Your guy?"
"Oh." She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not some deranged stalker, or anything." She dragged hard on the joint again. "What I really meant is that I like wearing my boyfriend’s undies..." She took another drag. "No, I don't think Daniel is my man. Relax." She snorted through her nose as if the thought was ridiculous and more smoke billowed out again.
She handed me back the joint. She re-arranged the dressing gown, even though it didn't need it.
I puffed on the joint.
"I don't do this very often, you know." She seemed so fragile, all of a sudden.
"How often?" I just felt like pushing her on the point.
"Occasionally." She looked at me with big eyes. "Once, twice a year, depends." She shrugged. "I'm more your dating kind of girl."
"So why tonight? Why Daniel?"
"Oh." She paused in thought. "I think it was his smile. I think it was the way he put his big arm around me and hugged me tight. He seemed kind."
I laughed.
"You know, you just looked like him."
"Did I?"
"Yes, brothers, unmistakable. The same laugh."
"Really?"
"Has that been said before."
"Once or twice."
"You have his eyes, too."
"We'll have to get him a Labrador then."
"Huh?"
"I've got his eyes."
"Oh... yes."
"Different coloured hair, though."
"It doesn't make much of a difference."
“I always thought it did.”
“You are funny, I like that,” Candy said. “You are nice, like your brother, I reckon your mother was a good mother…”
“She’d agree.”
Candy laughed. “You mother has raised two lovely boys.”
I laughed. “She’d agree,”
“You’re nice.”
“You’re nice too.”
“Well, lovely Mr Josh,” Candy whispered, as though she was already in bedroom vocal mode. “Brother of Lovely Mr Daniel.” She wrapped her arm around herself as though she was gathering herself. “I must take myself back to bed.”
“Sweet dreams,’ I said.
“You too,” she whispered. She headed to the lounge room door, at which she turned and blew me kisses. Then she was gone.
I spent the night at home on my own, writing. I like writing. I can spend my time writing. Chubby snored on the floor next to me.
Daniel bought some blond slapper home. They both crashed through the front door earlier than I expected him home, not long after midnight.
They both had that demented grin happening.
"This is... um? Is er..." Daniel was having trouble getting his eyes to work in unison. My brother's cute when he's a bit pissed, happy, smiling.
"Candy," she slurred.
"This is my bro." Daniel made some feeble hand gesture, as he looked at her and tried to focus. He looked back at me. "Candy."
"Josh," I said.
They'd eyed each other off across the bar. She'd bought him a drink as a dare from the two slapper girlfriends she was with. One of his mates slipped them both a pill.
Apparently, they fell out of the place completely unaware what time it was, not that they cared.
"Good night," slurred Daniel.
"Nice to..." she attempted to say something.
And then they were gone.
The rest of the night I heard bangs and crashes and whoops and Candy moaning as she was getting stooped by my hung big brother. It went on for hours.
I put some music on to drown them out.
Candy came out late, looking all bleary-eyed, blond hair messed up, makeup smudged, red lips that almost looked swollen, wearing Daniel's dressing gown, and his underwear as she would later show me and tell me. Slurring noticeably, she said never been fucked like that before, as she asked for a glass of water. I was writing on my lap-top in the lounge. I was really stoned, much more stoned than I had really intended to be. Oops. What can you do? Chuckle.
She sat with me, fidgety and asked me what I was doing, in that drugged out overly familiar way that drug-fucked people do.
"Writing."
"Writing what?"
"Just stuff."
“What kind of stuff?”
“What I like…”
“What you like?”
“Yes.”
“Really? What does that mean?”
“I write fiction, I like just writing, letting my imagination free and seeing where it goes?”
“I love that,” she said.
She told me she was at uni, doing second year medicine. "Isn't that a coincidence with Daniel being a doctor," she said amazed.
It's a coincidence, but not a very interesting one, I thought. “Yeah, sure. How about that?”
She said that she'd only ever, as was now apparent to her, fooled around with incompetent boys.
"I now know I've been dating genetic defectives all my life."
"Huh?"
"Now I know what a man is." She exhaled heavily. "Your brother..." She rubbed her forehead. "Jesus! Like fucking Jesus!"
I laughed. I'd heard other girls say the same thing, before, you know. Apparently, Daniel is good at making them, to put it very bluntly, cum. He has the ability to make girls orgasm, and girls seem to love him for it.
"Do you know how beautiful your brother's cock is?" she slurred.
"Yeah, I've played with it."
"What?" She sounded
I laughed. "I'm joking," I said as dead-pan as I could to make it sound.
"Are you gay?"
"Yep, as a goose."
"Geese are gay?"
I laughed again. "It’s an expression, I don’t know its origin."
She had Daniel's dressing gown loosely around her shoulders. He hair was completely messed up. Through a bush backwards, is that what they say? She sat droop-eyed with the glass of water in her hand.
I put dope and a cigarette into the mulli and ground up a mix. I licked the papers and stuck them together.
She finished her water. She held the glass out to me for it to be refilled.
"I guess, being his brother, your cock would be the same as his?"
"Huh?"
"Well, you must have seen it. Haven't you? Don't brothers?"
"What?"
"You know... I've heard."
"Yeah, all teenage boys are gay until they meet their first girl, then they revert." I rolled up the joint and licked the last paper. "They don't talk about it too much."
"Is that true?" she said wide-eyed.
"Yep."
"So, you must have?"
"Must have... what?"
"Played with your brother's... it's worth playing with."
I laughed. I lit the joint.
"Did you? You can tell me?... How often?"
She was asking so earnestly, so disarmingly, that she kind of lulled me into a certain sense of security. "Sure we jerked off when were teenagers” It just came out, like that. I said it, no filter. I was somewhat surprised with myself. "He used to come in to my room when he was horny and we’d jerk each other off."
She squirmed around in her seat. "That's hot," she said. "I wondered what boys did before they got... you know... a regular girl."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, they always want it, always want to fuck... always want to put it in." She made parenthesis in the air, I'm not sure why. "And they say teenage boys are full of hormones, so I just wondered... you know."
"I don't suppose he'd be too keen on me telling you..."
"Oh, it turns me on." She laughed. "If I wasn't so sore." She laughed again, as she rubbed her crotch absentmindedly. I could see, what looked like, Daniel's briefs. "Do you ever get drunk and fool around now?"
I laughed. "No. We were, you know, thirteen…"
"Pity."
"Chicks dig that stuff."
"Don't guys like girl on girl?"
"I guess."
I offered her the joint. She took it. She scowled as she dragged on it. She was quite beautiful really, I noticed for the first time. Blond hair, flawless skin. And, I guess, what I thought was stupidity initially was really just a twenty year old's innocence.
"Have you got his jocks on?"
"Yeah." She lifted the dressing gown and twirled her legs. "I love wearing my guys undies." Smoke billowed from her mouth as she spoke. "Especially after he's had them on."
"Your guy?"
"Oh." She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not some deranged stalker, or anything." She dragged hard on the joint again. "What I really meant is that I like wearing my boyfriend’s undies..." She took another drag. "No, I don't think Daniel is my man. Relax." She snorted through her nose as if the thought was ridiculous and more smoke billowed out again.
She handed me back the joint. She re-arranged the dressing gown, even though it didn't need it.
I puffed on the joint.
"I don't do this very often, you know." She seemed so fragile, all of a sudden.
"How often?" I just felt like pushing her on the point.
"Occasionally." She looked at me with big eyes. "Once, twice a year, depends." She shrugged. "I'm more your dating kind of girl."
"So why tonight? Why Daniel?"
"Oh." She paused in thought. "I think it was his smile. I think it was the way he put his big arm around me and hugged me tight. He seemed kind."
I laughed.
"You know, you just looked like him."
"Did I?"
"Yes, brothers, unmistakable. The same laugh."
"Really?"
"Has that been said before."
"Once or twice."
"You have his eyes, too."
"We'll have to get him a Labrador then."
"Huh?"
"I've got his eyes."
"Oh... yes."
"Different coloured hair, though."
"It doesn't make much of a difference."
“I always thought it did.”
“You are funny, I like that,” Candy said. “You are nice, like your brother, I reckon your mother was a good mother…”
“She’d agree.”
Candy laughed. “You mother has raised two lovely boys.”
I laughed. “She’d agree,”
“You’re nice.”
“You’re nice too.”
“Well, lovely Mr Josh,” Candy whispered, as though she was already in bedroom vocal mode. “Brother of Lovely Mr Daniel.” She wrapped her arm around herself as though she was gathering herself. “I must take myself back to bed.”
“Sweet dreams,’ I said.
“You too,” she whispered. She headed to the lounge room door, at which she turned and blew me kisses. Then she was gone.
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