My Sister's Other Friend

Jane was one of my Sister's oldest friends. All the way through Primary and Secondary school, surviving the common splitting of the ways that university can bring and as they settled into early adult life, Jane and my sis were closer than ever.

I remember seeing Jane for the first time when we moved to England - she was 2 years above me in Primary School and even at that early pre-pubescent age I knew I liked her. Our families were close, albeit being the youngest of 6 she didn't have any siblings that I could befriend, thus cutting down my access to her - relying on my sister to have her over from time to time.

Nothing ever happened between us all the was through school, being 2 years younger I stood no chance - Jane was a beautiful and popular girl and had a line of guys from her year, and the ones above.

Despite all of this, Jane and I was always friendly - she took a keen interest in me, always including me in their activities, but always with a "younger brother" vibe that frustrated the hell out of me.

Fast forward a few years and that changed. A lot.

By now, I have been through Uni, moved into my own place and was finding my way into adult life - the banality of work, bills and no money, but enjoying the independence. One day after work, I rode the local tram back to my flat. The tram was busy, but almost immediately I spotted Jane standing in front of me - we hadn't seen each other for a couple of years I guess, but she looked amazing - dark bobbed hair, olive skin and that beautiful face of hers. Not to mention her small, pert breasts that screamed at me from underneath her tight sweater. Jane had spotted me from further down the carriage and immediately came to see me and catch up, albeit briefly as I was 2 stops from home.

A couple of weeks later, my sister visited (she had moved out of the region by now) and I mentioned bumping into Jane. My sister already knew, as they'd both been speaking in the week and Jane had mentioned how good I looked and that I had grown from when she last saw me. I remarked that it was a nice thing for Jane to say, then my Sister said something that stopped me in my tracks and changed EVERYTHING

"Well.....you know what Jane is like about you. She's always had a....."

Then she stopped, realising she had said too much.

At this point, I should say that Jane had met a guy at Uni and they had married a couple of years earlier. My sister probably didn't want to encourage anything on my behalf as a result.

I said nothing, but stored it in the memory banks, knowing I was likely to see Jane that weekend as my Sister's gang were all getting together at our family home - taking advantage of my parents being out of the country.

The weekend rolled around, I ventured home to catch up with my sister, but they had plans to go drinking in the next town over - being quite poor in those days, I declined the invitation to join then, but hoped they'd end up back at our parents' house at some point.

My Saturday evening was uneventful, but around 1030pm, the front door opened and My Sister and her crowd spilled through the door - my sister was very drunk, and the rest of them had tagged along to ensure she got home. There was my sister's girlfriend, Jane and her husband and 2 other couples. Jane's husband was also very drunk, swaying around, generally being an arsehole and (most annoyingly for me) overtly feeling up his wife in front of us all.

I dealt with my Sister, putting her to bed in her old room and putting a bucket next to her bed. The rest of the gang were sat out in the garden, taking on a few extra drinks. When I went downstairs, I found Jane trying to wake her husband who had collapsed in a heap on the sofa, refusing to move.

"Just leave him. You guys can crash here. It won't be a problem" I told Jane.

She gratefully accepted, realising there was no chance of moving him (I feel like this was maybe a regular occurrence) and I beckoned her upstairs to get some pillows and blankets.

Instead of going back downstairs, she followed me into my old room - looking around at my old teenage room with posters and sports memorabilia on the walls.

"It's great to see you doing so well for yourself. Vic told me you have your own place and work is going ok?" Jane said.

"I guess" I replied "It's hard, it doesn't pay much so my old social life is pretty much nil"

"You must have a girl on the scene though?" Jane said softly, moving closer into me

"Not really. You know I split with my girlfriend. It's been a tough few months"

Jane had moved in super close to me now, almost whispering as she reassured me things would work out.

"You're a handsome guy, and a really nice guy. You''' be fine...."

There was suddenly a silence, but not an awkward silence between us. I looked Jane in the eye, and it was almost as if we immediately knew what the other was thinking. She stroked my face, then leant in a kissed me softly on the lips. I leant back in, and this time it was a more passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, with our hands on each other's head/neck.

"But what about......" I stammered

"He's asleep. Don't worry" Jane whispered as you pulled me back in for our next embrace, this time her hands on my arse, pushing me into her.

"I can feel that" Jane whispered in my ear. I felt her hot breath against my neck, causing me to shiver.

She moved her hand off my bum, and onto my crotch, lightly caressing my rock hard through my trousers.

Jane continued to rub me gently, as I found the clasp of her bra from underneath her top, unsnapping it before moving my hands round to find her beautiful tits that I had dreamed about so many times.

"I think you better close that door" Jane said, motioning towards the open bedroom door.

I did as instructed. Unbeknownst to me, Jane had followed me across the room and pushed me up against the now closed door, kissing me passionately as I struggled to remove her top.

Jane broke our embrace and pulled off her top and bra, leaving her topless in front of me. I barely had time to take in the view before she grabbed my belt buckle and said "I think we need to take these off, don't you?"

Never one to argue, I let Jane unbuckle my belt then slowly pull my zip down, the back of her index finger tracing every inch of my now throbbing cock with every movement.

My trousers fell to my ankles and she gripped my cock through my boxers shorts, slowly jerking me as I moaned in pleasure. I kissed her neck and fondled her tits as she pulled the waistband of my boxers down, exposing me fully in front of her. After taking a minute to glance down at what her friend's little brother was packing, she resumed jerking me, this time with more urgency as I felt the intimacy of skin on skin.

"Is that nice?" Jane asked. I could only moan in reply as the waves of pleasure flooded over me, feeling her hand expertly jerking me off. I could feel my knees trembling as my orgasm started to rise, pre-cum leaking out of my cock and all over her hand.

"Come for me. I want to feel you come for me"

I couldn't take any more, I moaned aloud as my cock exploded all over her hand and her navel. She milked my throbbing cock until every ounce of me was done.

I kissed her hard, feeling her tits up against my chest, her soaking hand pressed against me.

"That was amazing" I stammered. "I can't believe that just happened".

"Me either. I've wanted to do that for a LONG time" Jane said, breathily. "Maybe next time, we can BOTH have some fun"

With that, Jane scooted off to the bathroom to clean up as I slumped on my bed, taking in what had just happened. 

A few seconds later, I heard a noise as Jane's husband appeared on the stairs, haven woken from his drunken stupor"

Jane appeared from the bathroom, took her husband's hand and led him out the house...

Jane and her husband are still together, they have 3 grown-up kids and seem to be pretty happy. I DO wonder if she ever thinks about that night, I know I do......