Under Your Skin

Title: Under Your Skin
E-mail: rustycretin@hotmail.com
Author: Cretin
Fandom: Neighbours.
Summary: When Julie Martin leaves Ramsay Street her brother, Paul Robinson, steps in to fill the void in Phil Martin's life.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. They belong to Grundy and Fremantlemedia. If they were mine they'd be doing this sort ouff uff onscreen. And probably therefore not be on BBC.
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content.
Notes: This is set in 1993 when Julie left to find out about her real dad. This presumes Paul returns home earlier than he did. Which he did! It's obvious he and Phil got it on. Isn't it? Indulge me here! The italics denote Phil's thoughts.

"Hello?" Paul walked into the living room of 32 and stared at his brother-in-law who was sprawled across the sofa. "Phil, are you ok?"

Phil didn't shift his gaze from the blaring television, despite Paul's presence casting an unnerving dark shadow on the wall behind him as he blocked the flashes of light emitting from the set.

"Phil, come on," muttered Paul, kneeling in front of his brother-in-law.

"What?" Phil snapped. "Come to sack me, have you? Annoyed because I've left your precious business in the hands of my PA?"

Paul looked at the ceiling and sighed. He certainly hadn't been impressed when Gaby had called him. She'd gloated, naturally. He couldn't blame her, considering the tension between her and Phil in the office. It's the sort of thing he'd do himself. He'd always held much more respect for Gaby than Phil business wise, even though Phil had been an expert in the field for more years than he had himself. Paul just felt more of an affinity with Gaby than with Phil. But Phil was family. It made a difference. However much he liked Gaby, it didn't mean he had to agree with her sentiments that Phil was losing it. He looked at his brother-in-law, his face drawn and gaunt, the strain of Julie's departure obviously taking its toll. "I haven't come all this way to sack you."

"So what have you come for? Check the accounts? To see what a terrible job I've been doing running the place?"

"This isn't about work," Paul said. "This is family."

Phil choked back a bitter laugh. "Lose one, gain one, eh?"

"Where's Hannah?"

"Bed," he replied. "Debbie too. Makes a change. Any other time she's out all hours causing havoc with Rick."

"Has Julie called?" Paul enquired.

"No. She left for Queensland two days ago, I've had nothing since." Phil lifted his head slightly, attempting to prevent any brimming tears from escaping. "I've called and there's no answer, I've left messages and they don't get picked up, I, I can't do anymore."

Paul raised himself from his squatting position and slumped onto the sofa next to Phil. "She'll come back," he said.

"She doesn't even want to know me," Phil spat. "I love her, Paul. I'm her husband, I'm her family. She doesn't care about that. Oh no, she's all obsessed with finding the perfect father in this Roger creature."

"I can't believe she's forgotten Dad so easily," Paul mused.

"You know what Julie's like," Phil wearily replied. "She has to sample everything that's new. Has to taste the forbidden fruit."

The two sat in silence, watching the figures on the screen dart about with merry abandon, neither of them really taking notice of their movements, each too wrapped up in their own thoughts to care.

Paul slid his hand over to Phil's trouser covered knee.

Phil could feel the warmth emitting from Paul's hand, fingers resting lightly on his kneecap.

To Paul's surprise, he didn't remove it. Didn't say anything. Didn't even look at him. Phil just rested his head back and closed his eyes.

Testing the waters, Paul trailed his fingers up the grey cloth and let his hand rest at the top of Phil's thigh. When Phil didn't object, he scooted his hand over to Phil's crotch.

It's Julie, Phil thought, eyes pressed firmly shut. Julie's home and everything's going to be ok.

Paul started to massage Phil's penis through the cloth.

Julie pressed her lips to Phil's temple as she stroked his crotch. She slid her lips down to his ear where she started to lick at his lobe, nibbling softly across his face.

Phil felt himself responding to human touch as his cock lurched into action. He shifted his weight slightly, leaning back into the sofa for more comfort whilst knowing that the new position of his legs gave far more room for manoeuvre.

Julie unzipped Phil's trousers and pushed aside his boxers, allowing her to reach inside and fondle her husband's throbbing penis. Wrapping her warm fingers tightly around it until it was firmly encased in her grip, she started to caress the skin, moving deftly up and down its thick length.

Paul worked back the foreskin and swiftly rubbed his thumb over the tip before leaning down to kiss his brother in law on the lips, softly at first and slowly becoming more insistent. Phil didn't resist.

Julie trailed the fingers on her freehand across Phil's face. Down his neck. Across his closed top and down to the opening at his waistband. She slid her other hand in and pulled his penis out from its cloth confines.

He sighed, feeling the cool air of the room hit against his throbbing cock. Almost instantly Paul dropped his head and encircled Phil's penis with his mouth, trailing soft kisses up and down the shaft.

Julie licked her way along Phil's cock, hand firmly grasping his balls, fondling them in short bursts as she plotted her next assault on his rigid member. She dropped her mouth onto the tip and started to engulf him.

Unable to contain himself, Phil bucked as Paul's mouth covered his cock, deep throating him. Gently at first, Phil began to push backwards and forwards. Sensing no resistance, he started to thrust.

As he reached the throes of orgasm, Julie pulled her mouth off his penis and returned her attention to his face, kissing him passionately across the whole of his face. Dainty soft kisses across his eyes and down the bridge of his nose; furious french kisses when reaching his mouth, forcing entrance with her powerful tongue.

Phil groaned as he felt wetness coat the trousers of his suit. He opened his eyes as he felt Paul's lips press against his own, firm and insistent, tongue swirling across his mouth. As his stubble brushed against Phil's own five o'clock shadow, Phil jerked backwards, the fantasy displaced.

Paul got off the sofa and before leaving, turned and smiled. He nodded to Phil's trousers. "They'll need dry cleaning before work on Monday. Make sure you get them done."

Phil sat, unmoving, shell shocked, on the sofa.

"That's the problem with us Robinsons," Paul grinned. "You get involved with one, you get involved with us all. We get under your skin."