Free Georgia's English Rose by JT Harding Page B

ones you
mean?” she asked.
    Michael laughed. “What, are you going to put
in for a transfer?”
    “No,” Georgia said. “I’ve already found the
girl I want.”
    Michael looked from her to me and smiled. He
thumbed a cigarette from his pack, struck a match. “Good for you.
I’m happy for you both. Do you feel the same way about Georgia,
sis?”
    I nodded, my anger washed away completely by
the words Georgia had spoken.
    “Good,” he said, and I don’t think I ever
loved my brother more than at that moment.
    “What about you, Mike?” Georgia asked. “Do
you like boys or girls.”
    “What do you think, Georgia?” he smiled.
    “Girls, I think.”
    He nodded. “Girls. Right on the button.”
    “I’m sorry I teased you, Mike,” Georgia
said. “I know I wasn’t being fair acting the way I did when there
was no payoff coming.”
    “No problem. In fact I rather enjoyed
myself. I knew you were only play acting. I guessed as much last
night. Confirmed my suspicions when I saw you two at the
river.”
    “The river?” I said.
    Michael nodded, suppressing a grin.
    “What do you mean?” Georgia said.
    “You think I didn’t see what you were
stuffing in the bottom of that picnic bag, sis?”
    My face flushed bright red. I glanced across
at Georgia but she sat calmly watching Michael.
    “I guess we need to be more careful,” she
said.
    Michael grinned and stubbed his cigarette
out. “Don’t worry on my behalf. Well, I’d better get up to bed.
Early start in the morning. Don’t want to keep Mr Hitler waiting. I
expect you two are tired as well.”
    When he was gone Georgia turned and hugged
me against her, held my face and kissed me.
    “You okay he knows about us, Lil?”
    I nodded.
    “Good. Then let’s go up to bed before my
pussy melts completely. I need you to give me some urgent
attention, honey.”
    I nodded and bit my lip. “Yes please,
Georgia.”
    We didn’t bother brushing our teeth or
washing or making a pretense at putting our nightclothes on. I
closed the door and flicked the inside lock across, reached back
and slid down the zipper on my dress, unclipped my bra but made no
move to undress further. Georgia opened the curtain so moonlight
filled the room. She came to me and pulled my dress over my
shoulders where it hung loose. My bra was somewhere around my waist
and she smiled and let it drop onto the floor, then went on her
knees and drew my panties down until they pooled around my ankles
and I stepped from them. She stayed on her knees once I was naked,
leaned in and kissed my hip, her lips brushing against me. Then she
moved and kissed my belly, kissed my patch of pubic hair before
standing.
    She waited while I removed her clothes and
then we lay on top of the bed. My hands found her breasts and
played with them. My lips found her nipples and tugged on them.
Georgia fought back, pushing me away so she could kiss my breasts,
kiss my mouth.
    “I was planning to make you come by the
river,” she said.
    “I was hoping you were.” I laughed softly.
“I wanted to make you come too.” How I had changed in so short a
time! The words we used between us, the actions we performed, all
seemed so natural and comfortable now. We had no secrets, no part
of our bodies so private they could not be shared.
    “I’ve been horny for so long I thought I
might go mad,” she said, rolling onto her back. “You wanna do me,
Lil?” She stared into my eyes.
    “More than anything in the world,” I
said.
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah,” I answered, but the word didn’t
sound anything like the same coming from my lips instead of
Georgia’s.
    “Like you nearly did by the river?” she
said, and realization washed through me she knew completely what I
had wanted to do, wanted me to. Relief filled me.
    “You really want me to do that,
Georgia?”
    “More than anything in the world,” she said,
handing my own words back.
    I kissed her mouth, her chin, her neck. I
pushed my fingers through her thick hair and