Chilly weather: Temperature dropping to 02 degrees.
"Hope you got a kick out of my story, complainers please use real emails. If you have something worth saying, say it, and let me answer back. Relish it, xx Mica.
Dad had escaped to Murdoch Station to examine ice samples, thus granting me some well-deserved solitude, meaning I could parade naked through my room with no judgment. Even though I could do this with my dad around, a deserted place offers a sense of harmony.
I treated myself to a 10-minute-long shower. Normally we're confined to 5 minutes each, but this room can accommodate two, so I took the showers of two. Rebellious. I cleaned every nook, cranny, and wrinkle of my body with the utmost care, including the insides and outsides, locked away all the grease and oil I'd attracted in the workshop. I even did my hair, such a delicacy! Considering the hours I spend covered in protective gear, it's a small wonder petroleum products managed to find their way into hidden spaces.
Feeling spotless, for the first time in weeks, I sat on my bed, sans clothes, and basked in my blissful solitude, my eyes fluttering shut.
Knock, knock. Who could this be? I hastily donned my robe.
"Give me a second," I called out, slightly flustered.
I opened the door to find my brother, Leo. "Hello, Sis."
"Wow, Leo, glad to see you. Heard you were stuck on the Canadian ice roads? And now you're here?"
"Indeed. You see, the ice roads melted, either because of global warming or just because it was summer. I ended up on a military transport plane, six hours each way. Believe me, that's no fun."
"So, what brings you to me?"
"I'm staying here for the next two nights. Bill apparently told me this bed was free. I'm led to believe your father's away for two nights with no other options. So."
"You're planning to stay here?"
"Yep, got to wait for a repaired truck before heading to Murdoch."
"But who told you this place had an available bed?"
"Some guy named Bill, apparently."
I immediately plotted to kill Bill, slowly and painfully.
"And what happens after these two nights?"
"Head to Murdoch, then."
"So I'm set to repair a broken drive shaft without any prior notification?"
"Yep, just found out. Have I landed in a minefield?"
"Uh, you could say that. This shall be a thrilling experience. We better get on it!"
I showered my brother with my most menacing glare, but he didn't wither on the spot. A broken drive shaft,? A simple repair if it's a welding job, a replacement using spare parts if we have any, or a new one if we have the proper round stock. Simple enough, I wondered how fast I could complete this task and get him out of my hair.
It's not that I don't adore my brother, Leo, but his constant groping wears me out. Unlike my father, who saves the touching for the bedroom, Leo's hands are always on me, annoying and unsettling.
"I'll just go inspect that drive shaft damage. Feel free to drop your bag and get food at the café, I'll need some time to dress up."
"I'll assist you with dressing, Sis."
"Hell no! Get yourself out of my room, I need to get dressed."
He carelessly dropped his bag by the bed and left. If this were a movie, he would've followed his nose to the café.
With a heavy sigh, I slipped on my coveralls, ready to face a repairs session with my brother in the workshop."
While wearing gloves and a protective creeper, I slid beneath the machinery to examine the damage. It wasn't difficult to pinpoint the issue; the second rear axle's drive shaft had snapped. To remedy this, I'd need to remove the wheel on that axle, dismantle the hub, and extract the half shaft. This process would be simple if the bearings were still in good condition and we had the right hub seals in stock. No time like the present to get started.
I wedged the vehicle's wheels, loosened the wheel nuts with an air gun, and jacked the wheel off the ground, supporting its weight with blocks beneath the suspension then lowered the jack. Once the wheel was airborne, it was safe.
Next, I struck the wheel rim repeatedly with a sledgehammer, eventually causing it to succumb and freeing it from its former position. Now, with the hub disassembled, it took numerous cans of loosening oil and plenty of airhammer to remove the broken shaft. The racket within the workshop was quite considerable.
I gathered the two fractured pieces of the drive shaft and headed to the workbench. I smoothed the jagged breaks on each piece and aligned them together. Luckily, the shaft exhibited no bends, so I was able to weld it.
Using a handheld grinder, I ground away at the seam to ensure the weld would penetrate fully. After tacking the pieces together, I rolled the shaft several times to confirm it had been correctly joined. Once convinced, I performed a full weld around the shaft's perimeter. When it had cooled, it was time to install it back under the vehicle.
I cleaned up my workspace and trudged back to the apartment feeling weary and hunger pangs gnawing at me.
"Hey sis, how's it going?" my sister greeted me.
"Mended, duh. I'll put it all back together in the morning, and you can hit the road then."
"Glad to hear that. By the way, the hub's been buzzing; they're curious if I'm boinking dad or if he's my dad boinking someone else."
I forced a chuckle, "Oh, you know how it is."
This led my brother to express his doubt, "I mean, you're gay. I'm sure you're not down there with him."
"Cheers, bro."
"Just trying to be supportive."
Insisting on privacy, I asserted, "I'm going for a shower. Alone. Just me. Don't try to butt in."
"Awh, alright."
"I'm not in a chatty mood. Too tired and hungry."
After disposing of my dirty clothes in the hamper, I hopped in the shower, relishing the warm water and using my allotted five minutes wisely.
I emerged with fresh attire - a top and shorts - in the bathroom, closing the door behind me protectively. I removed the rest of my garments, shoved my dirty ones into the washing hamper, and turned on the shower. The feeling of the warm wateratus brought me a sense of relief and relaxation. Stepping out, I dried off and got dressed.
My sister inquired, "Want me to join you in the dining room?"
"Sure, I might get some fruit if there's any left."
"I might check out your clothes," she teased.
"What the hell? Clean stuff is for the living quarters, not out in the open."
"I just thought it was odd, you seem like a newcomer."
"Right, well, when you live with a huge difference between outdoors and indoors, shorts and a top seem most appropriate."
"Makes sense."
We ate briskly in the café while watching Aussie Rules football, as the living space generally favored sports enthusiasts. I savored a slice of lasagne and garlic bread, while Leo munched on two ripe pears, presumably imported from Australia.
We resumed our seating in the television room, where various matches played on the large screen. I was merely amused by the fit athletes and sports was merely a degree alteration of the landscape.
One of our newfound acquaintances inquired, "Dad's going to Murdoch, should have given you free time."
Lost in thought, I recounted, "Definitely. I even planned on having a couple days to primp and get pampered, but nope, he brings his little buddy home. Damn it."
My brother insinuated, "The ground's fertile, I'm sure you could mingle with some suitors on the base."
"Ugh, you really don't understand, do you?"
"What? It's not like they're vampires or something. So what if they can see you in your birthday suit."
"It's different. I just wish I could have that alone time."
In the café, we attracted stares and giggles, but I paid no mind; this kind of thing likely happened before, I simply hadn't noticed earlier. Feeling satisfied, I dug into my lasagne and garlic bread, while Leo enjoyed his fruit.
In the TV room, we engaged in idle chatter during an Aussie Rules game. As I listened to our companion discuss his father being away, I recalled the look in his eyes as we talked about me being naked; it almost seemed like he was perving on me as I shared my predicament.
"Haven't had much luck on base?" the man bluntly asked.
I shrugged, "Not really; it's not like they're evil monsters who'd judge me."
"Okay."
It seemed he still hadn't fully grasped my apprehension toward being so open.
"So you're, y'know... single? Available?" he inquired, complete with a wink.
I laughed, "Um, yeah? In case you couldn't tell."
"Alright, okay, enjoy to yourself. Didn't mean to rub your nose in it."
I gave him a beaming smile in response.
"Oh my goodness, I've been so busy in the workshop since I arrived. Between that and some pretty good-looking people here, I haven't had a chance to think about anything else." I kept my cards close to my chest, not giving away any preferences in the dating game.
"If you feel like taking a little stroll around the hub with some company and grabbing a beer at the bar, let me know. I'd be delighted to join you."
He was definitely flirting with me.
"Sure, nice to meet you. My name's Mica. And this fellow here is my brother Leo, he's leaving tomorrow."
"Nice to meet you too. My name's Les."
"Cheers Les." I glanced over at Leo, "I'm headed back now. I want to get a head start on your drive shaft. You can stay here if you want."
"Nah, I'll come back with you. I'm pretty beat anyway."
I said goodbye to Les and made my way back.
"How is this going to work?" Leo inquired, "I mean...sleeping arrangements and all that."
"We head into the bathroom separately, take care of our personal hygiene, then come back out. You wear pants, and I'll be in my knickers. We'll go to bed that way."
"Got it."
"Got it."
I entered the bathroom, using a few flushable wipes to refresh my body. Afterwards, I brushed my teeth, used the bathroom, and put on a pair of knickers. I returned to the room. I knew Leo wouldn't say anything, so I slid back into bed, pulling the quilt over myself as it acted as a shield while my eyes closed.
I woke up in the middle of the night and something was touching me on the side and my breast. I peeled his arm away and got out of bed to head to the bathroom. There, I sat down again and had a quick pee. Afterwards, I used a couple of wipes to clean myself up before heading back to bed. My dreams were filled with my father having sex with me, Les kissing and feeling me up, and Leo doing the same.
Okay, so my brain has a very active imagination. I slipped my knickers off and brought them back to the bed before climbing back in. I held the sheets back in anticipation of his joining me. I snuggled up to him, wrapping my arms around him. To my surprise, he wasn't wearing any pants.
I had my hand over his chest, gently massaging, and moved it down to his nipples. Then, my fingers moved down to his crotch, but I didn't quite touch him there. He murmured something, feigning sleep, but I knew he was awake. I started kissing his shoulder and caressed my way down his chest. My tongue snaked around his belly button, then darted inside, making my way towards his genitals.
As I reached his cock, I took hold of it, started stroking, and ran my tongue along the length. "Oh yeah, sis," he muttered in his half-asleep state, spreading his legs wide. I moved down and started sucking on his testicles, using my tongue to move them around within their sac.
I moved my hand away from his dick and brought it back up, squeezing as hard as I could while stroking. His dick head bounced off my mouth as I continued to stroke him. I stopped stroking and retracted my mouth from his shaft, pulling back upwards to take in a breath while I hummed with satisfaction. Then, I descended back onto his shaft, my nose against his pubic hair, my mouth swallowing him whole as the tip of his penis slid past my tonsils.
He began to flex his hips, pumping his shaft in my throat. His hands gripped my back, guiding me further down. I began to swallow him whole, deeper and deeper, until I reached his balls. Pushing my way back up, I gasped for air, my breaths filling my lungs before sinking down again, taking him inside my mouth once more.
I asked him, "Do you want me?"
He didn't explicitly answer with words. Instead, he got up, positioning himself on his knees between my legs. He held me down by my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. He didn't seem ready to penetrate me just yet, to fill me with his cock. He leaned down, his breath hot against my crotch. His tongue tickled my pussy, making it tingle. A finger, possibly two, traced circles around my entrance, causing my excitement to rise. He then pushed a knuckle or two into my forbidden hole, teasing me with a slight breach.
I was getting ready to shove him away when it suddenly disappeared, leaving only a recollection and a rapidly shutting door behind. And there he was back inside me, using two fingers to spread me apart, preparing me for his size.
His fingers began to play inside me while his tongue worked outside, gently rolling its tip over my clitoris, sending jolts of unadulterated joy coursing through my body, making me inhale rather than exhale. My moans echoed around the room, surely making it apparent to anyone who cared to listen.
His fingers eventually left me, my fanny feeling empty, narrowing, but quickly contracting again, hiding my opening within myself, his lips brushed against my clitoris before he pulled away and shifted above me. My lower region felt the might of his tool as he pressed it against my entrance, Leo pushed his hips forward and slid inside me, his torso bathed in the dim light.
His arms were stretched out, supporting his weight, his back curved, his pelvis grinding against mine. He gradually withdrew, creating a vacuum inside me where his dick had been, then thrust forward once more, sending the slap of his abdomen against my stomach and my gasps bouncing around the room.
I sensed his foreskin moving at first, and then he increased his speed, and the motions became a frenzy of activity, with the only sensation I knew was the dense, throbbing pressure of his dick within me and the slap of his pelvis against my stomach. He let out grunts while having sex, speeding up even more, a furious mix of force and speed, my clitoris celebrating, getting edged, sensations whipping around my body uncontrollably with no air coming in or out.
My spine bent, and my back started to arch, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, feeling like they were being lifted by invisible strings, my fingers sinking into the bed, my toes bending and cracking. I let out a scream, the noise amplified by my captured breath and the cascades of pleasure and pain coursing through me as my orgasm burst forth. As I flopped back on the mattress, I felt Leo ejaculate, his liquid filling me.
I lay down, Leo half on top of me, his still-erect dick burrowed within me, leaking his semen. In the night, he simply looked like his father.
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