My Brother's Bi Girlfriend

My Brother's Bi Girlfriend - Part 3

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading this series. I never intended it to go beyond the first chapter, but I've had so many requests to continue Tara's story, I felt I had to. Plus, I wanted to provide some insight into Tara's insatiable sexuality seen in Shy Bunny Bella.

So, spoiler alert: Tara from this story is the same Tara from Shy Bunny Bella.

Enjoy.

All characters depicted in this story are over 18.

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I walked down the jetway to the airport terminal, my stomach churning with arousal, anxiety, and excitement. Part of it was the excitement at seeing my brother - Steve - and Shannon - his fiancée, and part of it was the arousal of wearing a daring set of underwear - matching bra and panties in cobalt blue - under my simple black blouse and jeans, but the anxiety was knowing that tonight... my brother would take my virginity.

"Do you trust me?" Shannon had asked once I told Steve I wanted him to be my first. I said that I did, and she told us her plan. It was simple and, best of all, my parents would never suspect. Never even know.

The plan was basically to tell my parents I was thinking about going to the same college as Steve and Shannon and arranging a campus visit for prospective freshmen. Shannon had told my parents she could arrange it and that I could stay with her, a very sensible idea since Shannon was a "good girl" and would keep me safe from hordes of college boys on the prowl.

Little did they know what I actually planned.

I waved to Steve and Shannon as I exited the jetway, catching their attention. It was the days before 9/11 and visitors could pick up their arriving friends and family at the terminal instead of at baggage claim or the curb.

Heedless of the amount of people around us, Shannon engulfed me in a passionate embrace with plenty of our body parts connecting and kissed me on the lips. She looked stunning in her denim skirt and button-down shirt which draped beautifully over the shape of her perfect breasts, and I was tempted to just reach under it and feel those magnificent orbs for myself.

Somehow, I restrained myself and broke our kiss panting with hunger and need. Then, realizing we were in a highly public place, retreated back into my nervousness and fear. This was more than just the fear of what was planned later for me, but for the fact that public displays of lesbianism were completely unheard of at this time. I looked around hoping no one was about to lambast us for such improper affection, but in this bustling terminal, no one seemed to notice or care.

Steve just laughed, bent down, and stole a kiss of his own, gentle and tender, as I knew he would be later when he took me for the first time. Even though we were never close, we had grown to love each other over that Spring Break weekend, much more than brother and sister.

"Your first time is probably going to be a mess," Shannon had explained. "Not because you'll have cum dripping from your pussy, but simply because you're going to be so riled up with tension that you won't be able to enjoy it. I mean, I guess some people could, but you and I had been taught our whole lives that sex is a sin. Seriously, I had one youth advisor tell me thatallsex was a sin, even sex within marriage. Who does that to people? But, once you get over that stigma by actuallyhavingsex, you just want to enjoy it. That's why you need a whole weekend. So, you can have your first time, then a few other times to really learn just how much fucking fun fucking can be."

That was the reason that Steve did not take my virginity during that weekend. Neither he nor Shannon wanted it to be a "one and done" thing... and I didn't either. With our parents just upstairs, we wouldn't have been able to make a whole night of it, as Shannon suggested.

Shannon's proposal was not only practical, but sensible. Away from the stigma and oppression of a conservative household, we could all just let go and enjoy.

Of course, Shannon had the whole weekend planned. That's just who she was, and Steve let her run the show.

"I'm just happy to be with two sexy ladies for the entire weekend," he said on the drive back to his apartment.

Because it was a "campus visit," our parents were willing to pay for the airfare, though they ostensibly thought I was staying at Shannon's apartment, and they said I had to pay for my food while I was here, a "good learning experience for me."

I'm sure I will learn a lot this weekend,I thought to myself.God, I hope so.

We arrived at Steve's apartment just as his roommate was leaving, heading home for the weekend. Since he only lived a couple hours away, he usually went home on weekends for free meals and free laundry.

That left the three of us.

My heart started pounding in my chest the moment I crossed his threshold. My stomach clenched, and I fidgeted with my hands and clothes in my nervousness.

Shannon did her best to calm me down, and in the best way possible. Once we were alone, she kissed me. Oh my God, how she kissed me. I didn't want it to end. She touched all the right nerves, all the right spots, though never touching my breasts or my pussy. She just knew how to relax my body and my mind, by taking my mind off of my anxiety and getting ready for the passion which was right around the corner.

Of course, I had told her I wanted her there when Steve took my virginity. I needed her support, her comfort, and her love. Not that I was expecting a huge production number... okay, I guess Iwasexpecting a huge production number, but the fact that I didn't know what that all entailed, I wanted someone I trusted right there with me.

So, I had two people I trusted: ShannonandSteve.

I guess I expected Steve's place to be some sort of retro bachelor pad complete with shag carpet, lava lamps, and funky jazz music playing in the background, so I was completely taken aback by the normalcy of the apartment. A kitchen and dining area, a couch with TV, two bedrooms, a shared bathroom, and the distinct odor of male.

It made me smile. Everything was just... comfortable. From the worn-out, second-hand sofa, to the battered dining table, to the pink porcelain sink and toilet in the bathroom. Yes, actually pink. It's like the apartment was furnished in the 60's and hadn't been changed since.

I don't know why, but I loved it.

"So... what do you want to do first?" I asked nervously, my voice catching in my throat.

Shannon laughed. "Well, why don't we go get something to eat? My treat. There's a great pizza place just off campus that is just fun. Bring a pen, so you can write your name on the walls. Everyone does it. It's a rite of passage, almost."

Less than half an hour later, we were sitting in a cramped booth in a dimly lit pizza parlor with grunge music playing over the loudspeakers, a huge step away from funky jazz and lava lamps, and the atmosphere just relaxed me.

The place was packed with students, a few of which Shannon and Steve knew. They introduced me as their friend back home, not Steve's sister, which I found interesting.

"People know us here," Steve explained. "And they know how Shannon is. If you're not my sister, thenthisis okay." He leaned across the table and kissed me, letting it linger and build as his fiancée watched and giggled.

"Okay, that's enough you two," she said, pulling Steve away from me and placing her head on his shoulder. "Save it for later, right?"

Steve and I laughed shyly, as anticipation danced in our eyes.

Our pizza arrived and we ate, the two of them filling me in on campus life, classes, the general vibe of the school, and the prospects for parties, dating, and sex.

"Don't let the location of the school fool you," Steve said. "We might be in the heartland of religious oppression, but this is as much a party school as any other. Most people here have very different opinions about sins and morals. Look around."

The room was filled with a myriad of people, all styles, shapes, and sizes. There was a black football player at one table with two cheerleaders decked out in full cheer regalia on either side of him engaged in a three-way make out session as they waited for their food. Another booth held two men sitting side by side and holding hands and, as Shannon said, writing their name on the wall with a marker. Another table held a foursome of girls in short skirts and see-through tops making eyes at each other and several other men in the shop.

This was all new to me. The brazen openness, the overt displays of sexuality, the diversity of ideas, cultures, and desires. My small town did not contain such a display of sensuality, or if it did, it hid it very well. I gazed wide-eyed at the clusters of people, read their desires in their faces, sensing their needs, and relished in the hormoned-up excitement of it all.

I smiled and knew I belonged here. If not belonged, would be accepted. And foreseeing the rejection and lectures on evil that probably awaited me at home, I felt completely comfortable among this group of young adult hedonists.

There is nothing inherently sexy about pizza, but I felt my body warm and tingle as the evening wore on. The decadent energy that flowed in this small, underground, pizza joint just hummed with carnality. Sex hung in the air like a smoky haze. Not that people were going to tear off their clothes and start doing it there on the tables, but the need, the hunger, the desire just permeated the atmosphere. Couples on dates, people just hanging out, groups of friends enjoying pizza and beer, but underneath it all was the hope of getting laid later, either to someone they were with, or someone they hoped to meet later.

I fucking loved it, and I got wet just thinking about it. Any of the people here, whether that football player with the cheerleaders, those two gay men, or the short-skirted girls on the lookout... I could meet... I could have... I could fuck... could fuck me. I knew that, felt it in my bones, felt it in my soaked pussy. I gave Steve a yearning look, and we packed up our leftovers to head back to his place.

Shannon was right. I was riled up with tension. Nervous, scared, horny as fuck, I couldn't think straight as all these conflicting emotions and desires warred inside my gut.

Shannon laughed as she pulled my hands away from where they were nervously fidgeting with the buttons on my shirt. Steve opened the passenger door for her, but Shannon guided me into the backseat, pulled me on top of her, and enveloped me in her arms as we engaged in a searing kiss.

My need overpowering my fear, I returned Shannon's kiss with a matching intensity. I needed this, I needed her. Most of all, I needed the release of all this pent-up anxiety, and Shannon knew that the best way to help overcome such negative energy was to have a screaming orgasm right there in the back seat of the car.

Steve made a few grumbling noises that neither of us paid attention to, but we did notice and laugh when he adjusted his rear-view mirror to watch us as he drove.

Shannon made sure we gave him a show. Before I knew what was happening, she had my shirt open and bra pulled up as she teased my breasts and tweaked my nipples. I didn't mind one bit. Her hands felt so good, and I had waited so long for her to touch me. Weeks since I had seen her last, hours since she picked me up from the airport, and all that time craving her touch, her mouth, her pussy.

I slid my hand between her legs and up her denim skirt, only to find her wet pussy greeting my fingers. Of course, she wasn't wearing panties, and she giggled as I made this realization.

I dove, lifting the hem of Shannon's skirt so I could plunge my tongue deep into her perfect folds. She giggled in delight as I lapped up her essence and sucked her clit, grabbing the sides of my head as she ground her pussy against my face. Finally giving into the desire I felt the moment I saw her in the airport, I lifted her shirt and slid one hand under her bra to fondle her heavy breast, pinching the nipple and squeezing the soft flesh of her perfect orb.

She climaxed, and I felt her juices pour into my mouth. I slurped them up and continued to lick and suck at her pussy.

The louder Shannon moaned, the faster Steve drove, and I smiled at his eagerness to take this to the next level... to takemeto the next level.

And I was so ready. My cunt gushed into my already soaked panties and my whole womanhood tingled with anticipation. We couldn't get back to the apartment soon enough.

I did, however, manage to bring Shannon to one more screaming and squirting orgasm just as we were pulling into the parking lot. I felt pretty good about that, and the accomplishment calmed my nerves a bit.

Until Steve opened the door for us. His jeans bulged with the size of his dick hiding behind the tight confines of his zipper, and I felt my mouth water. I didn't even know that was possible, to be hungry to suck on a man's cock, but there I was, staring at the enormous shape in my brother's pants, and almost drooling with the need to touch, to taste, to suck.

I staggered out of the back seat, straightened my shirt, and together, we walked quickly to the apartment. Steve, in his cocky excitement, displayed his bulging pants as he followed us, sauntering slowly.

Shannon pressed me into the wall, kissing me and ravaging my tits as Steve took his time unlocking and opening the door. I'm glad he was enjoying himself, but I needed to cum so badly right then.

Having perceived my need, Shannon plunged her fingers down my pants and into my drenched snatch, fingering me mercilessly, and I screamed in climax right there on my brother's doorstep.

The prick finally opened the door, the three of us laughing. I looked between the two of them, panting and giggling, trying to catch my breath. Realization swept over me, and I knew it was time.

Steve stopped laughing and just smiled at me with appreciation, need, and love brewing in his eyes. He knew what came next, and he was prepared. He stepped towards me and pulled me into a tight embrace as he stared into my eyes. No words passed between us, but they didn't need to. Desire, longing, and love sparked between our gazes and we knew... this would be the best night of my life.

I was no longer nervous. I was no longer scared. I was loved, protected, wanted, and needed. By both my brother and his fiancée. By both Steve and Shannon, which is how I regarded them from that moment, and how I would continue to regard them for the rest of my life. Not my brother and his wife, or some indescribable coincidence of relation that could never describe the depth of our connection, but Steve... and everything that meant in my heart. And Shannon, her love and patience and guidance to help me grow and understand who I was... and all that entailed.

I loved them both for who they were, and as many times as we would repeat this moment, I always looked on them asmySteve and Shannon, my friends, my first lovers, and my continuous lovers throughout my life.

But that is another story for another time.

Tonight was the beginning, the real beginning of my sexual journey. Those times with Shannon and Steve over Spring Break were just windows into what lay ahead, like movie trailers before the feature show. This was my feature show, my Steve was the feature.

Shannon led us to the bedroom, stood behind me and began unbuttoning my blouse revealing the blue bra she had bought for and sent me in preparation for this weekend. Steve took off his own shirt, then sat back on the bed to admire me.

To admiremybody. I felt so sexy and so vulnerable at the same time. I was getting naked in front of a man. I was getting naked to have sex with a man for the first time. Shannon wasn't kidding about being a bundle of nerves. I trembled as I felt both Shannon's hands and Steve's gaze on my body.

She continued undressing me by sliding down my jeans to show Steve the matching pair of high-cut panties underneath. Steve smiled and I swear I saw the bulge in his jeans get bigger.

Because of me. This was so hot.

Not only had Shannon sent me sexy underwear for tonight, but she had also given me instructions on how to shave my kitty, explaining that hair can get in the way and irritate the sensitive parts. "Best to have it right out of the way," she said and told me how to trim then use a razor to leave me smooth.

She even went so far as to time the visit just after the last day of my period, reducing the risk of me getting pregnant. Of course, there was still a risk, but we were young and impetuous and didn't always think aboutallthe consequences.

The last time Steve saw me, I was wearing my industrial-strength, utilitarian bra and white, cotton granny-panties with a hairy bush and pubes protrude from the hem of the underwear. Tonight, I was dressed as a woman, a sexy woman that he desired, that he craved, that he wanted... to fuck.

I was that woman, and the way he looked at me with pure hunger, made me feel... pretty.

Finally, he stood up and started undoing the buttons on his jeans. Slowly and deliberately, he slid them down, pulling his rigid cock down with them so it sprang up the moment it was released, flipping a strand of precum from the tip. It landed across my upper thigh, and I almost orgasmed just from the sensation of his hot fluid on my skin.

I gasped and then lunged, tackling him to the bed, and kissing him with such an urgent need I never knew I could feel. I heard Shannon laugh from the doorway, and she helped Steve extricate his legs from his pants. In my haste, I hadn't even let him finish undressing.

I just started laughing. I couldn't help it. All the anxiety, all the build-up, all the tension just released itself in the comic display of me pouncing on Steve, his legs tangled up in his pants, and Shannon trying to pull them off while he struggled to get out of them on his own.

This comedy of errors was just what we needed to break the tension, and the three of us laughed on the bed, Shannon joining us and embracing us both as we lay piled and giggling.

I looked at Shannon, leaned forward and silenced her laughter with a tender kiss. "Thank you," I whispered.

Then, I looked down at Steve who grinned back up at me, love and acceptance written all over his face. I kissed him... and kept on kissing him.

My whole life, I had built up this moment in my mind. Whether it was my wedding night, or some night after a dance in the back seat of some boy's car, or even in college when the right guy came along, losing my virginity was supposed to be the pinnacle of my young adult life, the high-dive into the pool of adulthood, and I realized then how I wanted sex and intimacy and relationships to be: effortless and fun.

Sure, the buildup and presentation were part of it, but an underlying sense of playful energy should pervade under the passion. Sex should be fun, intimacy should make us laugh sometimes, and relationships, if right, don't need huge productions to be successful.

I've never extended any effort to building a relationship with Steve, and yet here he was, the first man I had ever loved, and the man I would give myself to tonight, willingly and gladly accepting me... for me.

Shannon simply, and almost literally, fell into my life and helped me come out of my shell. She was the first to open me up and give me pleasure and joy. That didn't require any effort either, it just happened.

And now, these two were, and would be considered among my best friends and lovers for the rest of my life. Effortless and fun.

We all stopped laughing, but didn't stop smiling, as the mood shifted back to desire and lust. We were young. Any moment could shift to desire and lust in an instant. And this one, even with the epiphany of love and relationships, reverted back to primal need, this time without the nervous anxiety.