Chapitre 549: GWP-2
my sister Laura and I continued to enjoy our 'close' relationship in our parents house. If we were on the couch watching TV and I slipped my hand into her pants, she more often than not would unsnap or unzip herself for me, open her legs and settle onto my hand. Conversely, there were occasional mornings when I woke to her wet mouth on my cock as she would drink me dry and then lean up to kiss me saying, "I needed a little Vitamin E this morning." I still loved her perfect butt best of all though, and there were many mornings when she would stand casually in her robe in the kitchen talking away, with her backside just inches from me as I sat at the table and 'explore' that perfect little ass beneath her robe with my fingers. It was our hermetically sealed little world.
But there was something Laura did not know. To fulfill a requirement for my degree I had taken a poetry class, and in the course of small group assignments, various discussions and mainly because of the seating assignment, I met Chrissy. Chrissy was almost the opposite of my sister (why was I always comparing women to my own sister now?). She had dark shiny hair, olive skin, full lips, perfectly coifed and she was sensual and relaxed in her movement and manner. She was a foreign student from Brazil and her father paid for her schooling, everything. She was also very self confident and for whatever reason she had taken to me right away. We went for coffees after class, then before class and it grew into lunch several times before progressing to walks and finally we found any pretense of meeting during the days; but I avoided a 'date.' Why?
Chrissy would press up against me now on our walks and lay her head on my shoulder when we sat. She did not speak the best English, but we really connected and I loved her relaxed and sensual nature. Several times during the week we would find little out of the way corners and make out. She had the most amazing kiss. Soft, enveloping me with her lips, like we had all the time in the world. I was already horny as hell, partly because of the 'games' Laura and I played, but also because for all the sex 'play,' there remained a sort of unspoken barrier of going-all-the- way between us. The end result was that I had had no hard core sex for almost a year now - and suddenly here is Chrissy purring in my ear in a hidden corner of the campus letting me slip my fingers lightly under her blouse as we made out.
The date issue became moot one day when Chrissy arrived in class, sat down next to me with her books, and shifting sideways in her chair (the way she did) said, "I have reserved for us a restaurant near my place I know. It would be so nice. Yes? We can go dancing after."
I blinked, "Ok, that sounds good."
Well the evening went better than I could have imagined. We talked nonstop, drank wine, danced afterward, and then she invited me into her apartment. We had shared a whole bottle of wine between us, which was another thing that never really happened between Laura and I. For all our craziness, we didn't drink. Therefore, it did not take much to feel pretty buzzed. "I'm a cheap drunk." I said as we were walking, her body leaned against mine.
"You are not cheap," She purred in my ear, "You are dear."
I ended up staying the night! I left a single call on our voice message at home, "Uh, Laura, I'm out with some friends tonight. I might be pretty late before I get home." That was it, and I hung up the phone.
I undressed Chrissy on her beautiful velvet sofa, which substituted as a bed and was almost the only piece of furniture in her one room efficiency. We kissed and touched and petted as I undressed her, with movements that were so lithe and slow, graceful - like a cat. But god I was so ready for a good fuck. It all felt so different than . . . *home* none of the trembling and fear, but not so hungry and passionate. Chrissy was all dark, dark hair, dark full lips, rich shining hair around my face as she lay on me, skin to skin. Her breasts were full, curves and flesh. She climbed on top and my cock lay between her legs. She shifted slightly and then rolled onto her back. I ran my hand through her center, down along her stomach and gliding my fingers into her bush, just looking at her full wide hips. She had a wonderful dark downy trail that extended to her navel. Her knees were bent slightly and she looked at me as I paused at the top of her puss.
"Go on. I won't hurt you," She said.
I wrapped my hand around her puss front to back, the whole surface was wet and hot. I insinuated my fingers inside, split her open. "My little flower," I said. It was a flower, and I was thinking with Laura it is more like fruit.
She said, "flor."
"What" I looked into her eyes.
"Flor - flower. It's Portugese. My bichano." She was pushing my hand into her puss as she said this.
I repeated, "bichano."
"Pussy."
I rolled onto her, letting my legs extend between hers. We started kissing endlessly again. I held her breast in my hand, "and this?" I asked.
"My teta," she whispered with a satisfied smile.
I couldn't stand it anymore.
"How do you say fuck?"
"Foda, or we say fuck. The same."
She was opening her legs wider, and I settled my cock between her legs and slid along the length of her bichano. I held my shaft at her open center, and said "and this, what is this?" as I looked down at my cock.
"That's your penis."
I laughed, "Universal language."
I pushed softly and felt that heavenly pressure as I slid inside and was enveloped by her flesh. I pushed deep into her and rose and fell on her soft body, pressed into her hips. She pressed her cunny tightly against the base of my penis and tipped her hips so that I could feel her clit rub into me. She looked up at me with glassy eyes. I sucked her nipples
"Boca,." she called them and continued, "Suck me harder, I love the way that feels."
I just kept saying "my little flower, I'm going to fill you. Oh God I love the way you feel."
It was all so different. The smell, the touch, the feel. In the back of my mind I couldn't get Laura out of my mind, and wondered - what it would feel like. I kept wondering and in a strange way it make me wilder and wilder.
"You are hungry belo menino," she purred. I slid my length in her with her looking up at me, and she repeated, "my beautiful boy."
She said 'boy,' I thought. I just said, "It's been a long time."
"Really? I will reacquaint you."
We lay wrapped around each other, her soft full lips finding mine, her dark hair spread out around the pillow, and we made love in the dark room, pressing into one another, touching our tongues. I could feel myself beginning to come, she tipped her hip up into me and pulled me hard against her.
"I'm going to come," I breathed out as I felt myself release fully into her, pressing my face into her neck and feeling the warm skin all around me. She continued rub her 'bichano' hard against me as I remained completely hard and I held on. Faster she pressed, wrapping her arms around my neck. I just held still above her. She was turning her head and saying "me vinda" and "oh god, me vinda." She was whimpering and shuddering beneath me.
I fell to her side and she wrapped her arms around me, settled her cheek on my chest, and we fell asleep.
Once during the night I got hard, and sidled up behind Chrissy and let my cock slide between her legs, she just lifted her ass to me and I slid inside.
"Oh," she said, "It has been a long time for you. Fuck me then belo, I'm tired. I will sleep."
So I silently fucked her as she lay there in the dark pre-dawn and filled her with my cum.
In the morning though I felt a sort of anxiety, not quite panic, and I slipped out of bed early. She opened her eyes as I slipped my pants on.
"Uh, I've got to get back home. I didn't exactly let my sister know where I was last night. She'll worry."
Chrissy straightened on the bed letting me see her breasts, "I think she'll have some idea. You talk so much about your sister - Laura."
"I do?"
"Last night at the restaurant. You must be close?"
"We are," I said as I kissed her good morning, and left.
My Secret Revealed
I slipped into the house as quietly as I could. I don't even know why. But Laura was already up and in the kitchen.
"Where were you?" she said sounding curious, but somewhat strained.
"Uh, out with some friends."
"Friends or FRIEND?" She asked. "I know you met someone in one of your classes. How come you haven't said anything."
"I was waiting for the right time."
"We tell each other everything."
"I know."
"Did you fuck her?"
I sat silent blinking up at her. She looked tired, her blonde hair was falling in strands, head tilting. I sort of reached for the hem of her robe. She stepped back.
"Did you fuck her?"
I said, "Yes."
She looked at me, leaning against the door frame.
"What? Are you mad?"
She was silent. "It's only just that."
She paused, before silently opening her robe. Oh my God! She was wearing the little red see through lingerie top with red furry collar and the red garters I had helped her pick out at the store, no panties. Her blonde pussy had that perfect tuft of hair at the bottom. The red gauze fabrics on her soft cream white skin and blonde hair. So perfect, with her narrow hips. I could see her small breasts through the sheer fabric.
She had removed the black nylons and so the nylon straps on the garter hung loose around her thighs, "I wanted to surprise you last night."
She let go the edges of her robe, but it continued to hang open. Her face looked downward and then back up at me. She was sad right now. I got up from the chair, and started to walk over to her, I wanted to hold her.
Her eyes widened a bit and she stepped forward, but then stopping she said, "Don't you fuckin touch me. Not now. I got to go now anyway." While pointing back at the table she added, "get back in that chair." I must have had a sort of mortified, busted look on my face which she noticed, and was sort of making fun now as I sat back down easing the tension by saying, "and hands on the table. . . spread those legs."
I laughed, and with hands on the table put my head down and then looked up at her with an attempt at puppy dog eyes, "you usually spread them for me."
"Maybe that's the problem." She pulled her robe around herself and then walked over to the table, and pulled back her robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood 'modeling' the outfit for me. "I've wanted to show it to you. I bought it for - you, I know you wanted to see it before. Well, What do you think?"
"Your beautiful. My little girl."
Her blonde bush was right in my face now, her breasts hanging just above me. I was looking up at her, started to lift my hands from the table to just hold her. She sternly said, "get those hands back down. Don't you MOVE." Then she turned herself around so that her perfect ass was right in front of me, she held her arms out. I could see the place where her ass parted, and the swells of her perfect pussy lips peeking between her legs. She was spreading her legs for me.
"Don't even think about moving."
I stayed still, but leaned in toward her warmth and smell and gave her this perfect little kiss on the small of her back.
There was a moment where I felt her melt and lean against me before, "Hey, you."
She walked away and then over to her robe and put it back on, and she walked out of the room.
Well that went pretty well I reasoned in my muddled little brain.
Chrissy Has a Secret Too
Next morning, I was still feeling bad, and I got up real early and fixed some nice coffee, got some toast and orange juice - the paper. I crept into Laura's room set up the food and crawled quietly into bed with her, slid to the center of the bed where she lay on her stomach asleep, and started to rub her back. She didn't move but I heard a nice soft moan.
She opened her eyes at me, smiled, "It's ok you know. It just surprised me. You didn't TELL me anything."
I let my hand run lower and slid my fingers between her legs, she slid her thighs wide. "She's really great, she's from brazil."
"Is she pretty," Laura cooed as her hips rose and fell with my fingers running between her legs. "She's beautiful. Doesn't speak English too good."
"Figures," she laughed, and turned herself around as the cover slipped down so she was sitting naked on the bed with her legs open to me. "You like blondes or brunettes better?"
"I think I'm still a blonde man."
"Right answer. Give the boy a prize." She said, and scootched her puss toward me.
I leaned forward and began to lick her. She just lay back against the headboard and moved herself along my tongue. "You better fuckin make me cum, you owe me."
"I'll do anything," I said between my sucking.
She started to push my head down, and I was slipping my fingers inside of her. She was working fast against my mouth, her cunny sliding along my tongue, as I slipped my finger inside her and stroked her steadily until she started to whimper and let out her short little moans, but still talking with me. She would alternately talk about the color of her hair. What her mouth was like. And between my sucking I kept telling her.
Just as I knew she was about to come, she asked again, "So you fucked her? Your cock was insider her? Was she on top?"
I answered all the questions.
And then, "Did you think about me at all."
"Almost the whole time," I answered truthfully.
And she came all at once in a wonderful wave as she crumpled onto the bed and slid herself down and I crawled up her body and wrapped around her.
We spent the rest of the morning reading the paper, kissing, and touching before driving to school.
While in the car Laura said, "I'd like to meet her."
When I got to class, Chrissy was right at my side as I sat down. She grabbed my hand and played with my fingers. Then she said, "cut class with me. Come with me, I want to take you home."
I looked at her. We got up and surreptitiously walked from the room. It was about 1:45 PM as we walked into her room, and true to her word she had her little red dress down around her waist, no bra and I began to nibble on her oh so sensitive nipples. She let me take the rest of her clothes off and then undressed me. She sure knew what she wanted. It was so different than Laura.
She lay me on the bed and then crawled toward me like some kind of cat and began to suck my cock, really to get it nice and stiff - which means it was not for very long. She lifted her sensual body over me, letting her breasts drop right over my eyes and settled herself down, rising and falling on my shaft as it slid along the outside of her pink slit. Two shags in two days I thought to myself, unbelievable. I was still a little bit sore at the base of my cock from how hard she rode me, and I mentioned the same.
"You are sore? You may be sore very much then, in the future." She cooed at me.
I rolled on top of her again, and we fucked with such abandon. So natural and free, unselfconscious. And we came in a wonderful arched back wave before I dropped beside her, my cock still hard inside her. It all felt a little faster than the other day, but an afternoon delight - that is what they are like after all. I lay there next to her, a tangled mass of skin and hair. She kept kissing me with her wonderful full lips and looking into my eyes, but after awhile also at the clock. I noticed.
"Do you have to be somewhere" I asked. It was about 2:40 PM
"No, its only just that. . ." She paused and sat up on the bed while I reclined looking at her, "my fiancé is supposed come here at three."
"What! Your . . ." And I started to get out of bed. I am a lot of things, and I have been in some pretty weird shit, but I never wanted to be in a situation where someone would beat the shit out of me. And that was all I could think about.
She continued, "His name is Todd. I hope you are not angry." She sat now looking forlornly at me with her perfect breasts and little triangle black bush all akimbo as I was getting dressed.
This is fucking weird. I was pulling my shirt on and continued with my internal train of thought. "I got to get out of here." I even think I said, "this is fucking weird."
As I was slipping out I could here her, "I will see you tomorrow, yes?"
When I got home and told my story, Laura couldn't stop laughing. "My poor little brother."
I can't say I was that upset. I hadn't really known her long enough, and the whole relationship still had that sort of superficial sheen to it that doesn't let it hurt that much. Besides, we hadn't exactly broken up either, had we? I was confused.
"I can't believe the weird relationships I get myself into." I confided.
Laura came over to me and gave me a nice soft kiss (so different than Chrissy), and said, "tell me about it."
I just wrapped my arms around her, "I still have you." She looked at me but didn't answer.
My Turn (and Laura's Too)
I felt really tired that night, completely exhausted and I think I even went to be around 9 PM. It was a dark evening, very quiet. I was feeling pretty depressed. But the house was nice and cool, with only the hum of air conditioning and I was tired. I was out like a light . . . .
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"You are getting sleepy. You are getting sleepy. I am going to count backward from ten, at the end you will be completely in my control."
I could hear a soft, quavering voice in the dark, and realized immediately 'My god Laura was in my room, she was going to hypnotize me!'
She was leaning in so close to my side, almost touching my cheeks with her lips. I could feel her warm breath on my ear and neck.
"In two hours, you are going to get up and go to the bathroom. But when you go back, you are going to 'accidentally' go to my bedroom instead and get in my bed, instead of yours and fall to sleep. Understand?"
I waited just a breath, "Yes." I whispered.
"Before you leave your room you will take off your pyjamas. You won't remember anything, and when I tell you to you will go back to your room."
"Yes."
She was gone.
I turned on a small light. My heart was pounding in my ears. It was our game - hypnotized, from when we were kids. We would slip into each others room and tell each other to do silly little things the next day that was our secret. How could I wait two hours?
Part of it was actually spent pacing. After one hour I carefully removed my pyjamas and sat at the edge of the bed with the stiffest cock I had ever had. I would set and look down at it like it was some kind of foreign object. I wanted to masturbate so bad, but knew better. Self control. Slow wins the race.
The two hours finally passed and I left my room. I went to the bathroom only because I knew she would be able to hear the door. There was no way I had to go to the bathroom. I stood inside a beat and then left again and headed for Laura's door.
I lay beside her and could feel her warmth beneath the covers. As I settled in, and lay silently I felt a small hand on my hip. She turned herself toward me and slowly shifted so that her head lay on my chest, wrapping her arms softly around my waist. She started to kiss my chest and down my stomach, further, nibbling and kissing her way under the covers. She took my cock in her mouth and softly chewed and sucked. Then back up to my chest, past my chest and to my face. She held my face between her hands and started kissing me softly. I let my lips part and she was biting my lower lip, running her tongue across my teeth, I felt her leg wrap up over my thigh and right on top of my hard cock. I lifted my arms and also held her waist (she too was naked) behind her back and pressed her down to me.
We kissed and touched like this forever. Our hands running along the entire length of our bodies as we softly pressed into each other. I let my hand wander lower from behind and reached around the curve of her ass and curled my fingers into her puss. No sounds but our breathing.
She slid further on top of me, opening her legs and positioning her pink center along the shaft of my penis, and then sliding along its full length. Up then down, covering me with her wetness. Reaching down I could feel her grasp and guided my shaft to her opening. She slid it along the length of her pussy. Back and back, I could feel her opening up around my tip and the closing pressure around the tip of my cock head then cock, as I pressed my hips upward. Then she let me slip out of her, and then pressing downward once more I could feel her - kissing me with her pussy. Then, soundlessly she let herself settle all the way down as I slid inside.
Simultaneously, we let out this soft low moan, "oh, oh my god." She lifted upward so slowly my entire length and then let herself down all the way again. Time slowed, we had to move slow to allow every nerve to feel every pulse. I was deep inside of her. Could feel her pussy hairs brushing against me and her legs spread on each side. Her hair was fallen all around my face as she looked down at me, biting her lip.
I whispered into her ear as I reached up and pulled her down onto me, "You're the one being naughty now little girl."
She stopped sliding on me a moment, pushed herself upright and in the soft glow of her room was just sitting right on the base of my cock, legs open dripping wet, completely open to me.
She looked down at me, "maybe just a little." Then continued with, "but it feels so good, sweet jesus, you feel so good." And then, "What are you gonna do with your bad little girl then."
"I'm gonna have to spank you."
"On my bottom?" She pushed down on me as she said that.
"Yes," as I lifted her up on my shaft and then down again, up then down. Pressing hard into her each time, feeling her bounce against me, "Like this."
"Oh, I won't be bad anymore." she said and pressing her cunt into me leaned her head to my ear, "Promise."
"You're still going to get a really good spanking, for being such a bad little girl."
I pressed her hips back as she slid on me so that I could feel her clit rub the entire length of my penis. She straightened her legs out along mine. We just moved in this rhythm with each other, she let herself sink down so her breasts were on my chest and she kissed me so that her tongue was touching mine. I also reached back and pressed my finger deep into her ass and stroked her there, while pulling and pushing her against my shaft.
As I pressed my fingers into her ass she said, "you bad boy."
I responded, "just seeing how many ways I can enter you."
"Oh, so many ways. So many. Enter all of them," she cooed.
Rocking her hips onto me, laying her hands on my chest and sliding her cunt back and forth hard at the base of my cock. Harder and Harder. I could hear her breathing get heavier and heavier. She had a sort of whimper, that would intersperse with "are you spanking me? Is this my spanking."
I would say, "yes. I need to spank you real hard. Spank your Cunt."
"You're fucking me. Say it."
"I'm fucking you."
"Fuck me! I'm going to come."
She had let loose these plaintive screams, crying out now and holding and rolling on top of me. I could feel her tightening and contracting on me. Felt her dropping onto my chest and rising up again. Her nails were digging into me. She was getting pretty loud.
"Fuck," she said twice, and then a mad thrash on top of me, and she just dropped onto my chest. Her hair sprawling across my face was wet, she was disheveled. The smell of sex was all around us, wet and warm. She looked up at me. I took my hand and wiped the corner of her mouth, her forehead was wet. She just looked at me, put her head on my cheek, turned it up and so softly kissed me. Her mouth was cool and she bit down on my tongue.
She wrinkled her nose, "YOU haven't come yet have you?" She asked.
I kissed her.
She continued, "Get on top. Fuck me. Do as I say, you are still under my control."
I laughed, "Your wish is my command."
"This always was your favorite game."
I stayed inside her as I held her tight against me and then rolled, she fell onto her back, her eyes wide. I rolled right on top.
She was laughing too now, "I liked that." She let her legs go wide, and whispered, "stay inside me forever. Cum in me."
I started to move inside her, could feel her muscles tighten and contract. She was so wet now so open.
"I like my little peach, can I eat a little peach from my little girl? I'm still hungry."
"Yes, your bad little girl!"
I let myself enter her with my entire length. Kissed her, felt her tongue cool now in my mouth. She let her hands curl around my back let them rest down by my butt. I fucked her, harder and harder, until I could feel her press down into the bed on each thrust, she had her legs up at my sides and her hips were pushing up in rhythm and I could feel the cum rise in me.
I looked at her, watched her beautiful eyes, and said, "I'm going to cum."
"Go on. Yes. Go on. Cum in me, cum in my pussy. You like my pussy?"
She started to sink her nails into my back, down lower and scratch. It really set me off, I had a low groan and could feel the incredible wave. There were flashes of light and my brain reeled like a fire running through me. Time disappeared. I vanished. She vanished, the moment - the little death. And I literally was growling as I pushed into her, cuming in wave upon wave. Emptying myself completely before dropping beside her on the bed.
"So goooood." I said in such a low voice, bringing my lips to hers, kissing her mouth and hair that was draped over her cheek.
Sweat, cum, pussy, skin, hair everywhere. We kissed and fell asleep in each others arms, legs wrapped in a mass of tangled parts. We were in pieces! Laughing together silently before we drifted off.
Morning
About 7:00 a.m. I woke slightly, sun was just coming up. There was a thump somewhere in the house. I stirred lightly, let my hand drift to a little puss that was nearby. Blonde. Laura opened her eyes sleepily.
"Hey you," she said.
We heard another thump - a garage door.
Then her eyes widened, she whispered furtively, "Shit. Their home. Ok. Back to your room!"
You could hear another door - our parents were in the house!
Now I was up! I started to get out of bed, I was naked! What the hell, how do I get back to my room.
"My robe, grab my robe."
It was laying at the foot of the bed. I put it on, it did not fit, but it closed ok. I kind of walked back and forth in the room, then headed for the door, started to open it.
"And you won't remember anything," my sister laughed.
"Yeah right,"
I left. About a minute later you could hear from the first floor as they were coming up the stairs and saw me, "Up already dear. Did we wake you!"
"Uh, I was just in the bathroom mom."
"That robe does not fit you anymore dear. We'll have to get you a new one."
Do you want to go shopping with me?"
Laura was standing in the doorway, wearing a yellow half top and a white skirt which hung loose about her narrow hips. Her blonde hair was straight and hung down around her face. She had never asked me this before.
"Where?" I asked.
"I just want to go to the Enclosed Mall. I want company."
I wasn't doing anything, and we were spending more and more time together. In fact a person watching us today from eight months earlier would not see the same two people occupying this space. We shared the bathroom now in the morning. It was her standing at the mirror scrubbing and exfoliating, wearing only her panties while I readied for the shower. Some mornings we shared the shower, "to save water." Weekends I would take the morning papers, sneak into her room and climb under her covers and gently caress her soft skin until she woke, kiss her on the nose and feed her coffee as she read the paper. She kissed my neck now in greeting in the kitchen. The house was ours, mom and dad had been in Florida all winter, then somewhere in California during the spring, and most recently, for the hell of it, decided to take a cruise to watch whales somewhere.
She was still in the doorway blinking her eyes at me, smiling.
"Uh, yeah sure, just a second." I was without shirt, just jeans and no shoes.
She drove, we had the radio playing in the background. "Thanks. I really need a Man's advice on some outfits."
I said, "I'm your brother."
She looked over at me, and I realized. "Well, I am," I continued.
She changed the subject, "Do you think I'm sexy?"
"Uh, Yeah, sure I think your s-sexy."
She looked at me.
"You certainly have an effect on me. That's the best kind of sexy," I added as I kissed her cheek then neck. She smiled.
"Well, I want to look sexy this summer. Will you help? I was thinking of starting at Victoria Secrets, we'll work from the inside out."
Interesting, I thought.
When we arrived, the Victoria Secret store was right at the entrance. We went inside and I casually looked around to see if we might know someone. I was very nervous about that for some reason.
"It might be a little odd if someone sees me here with you in this underwear store," I said.
"It's lingerie," she corrected, but otherwise ignored me.
The place is a veritable paradise for a guy. Who cares that it's a bunch of foam models showing off the underwear (lingerie), just the shape of a fine foam ass modeling thong panties can solidly get a guy off, especially one my age. I loved looking around at the women shopping, imagining what they would look like in whatever it was they were perusing or holding. I loved touching the cotton, muslin, lace, silk. . . .
"Get over here, I wanted your help."
She started at the bras. She was touching and alternately holding onto various bras, holding some against her chest, checking tags.
I said, "I would go for saucy wench."
Without stopping her search she said, "you're on the right track."
And so, I helped. I picked out tiger print panties, and pointed out the special padded bras which the ads said would push the breasts together 'saucy wench style.' Then I picked up some thong bikinis and held them out to her. "Have you tried these?" Her eyes got wide. No she never had. So I grabbed several of those. I didn't realize it but she had wandered off.
When she next appeared she said, "How about this?"
She held up a red lace see through nightshirt with a fluffy collar, and then the sheerest matching panties. She also had a pack of black stockings, and a red crotchless garter to hold them up with. "Uh, Yeah, that could do some serious damage." She literally clicked her heels together.
"There, that should be enough. I want to try some of this stuff on."
We immediately realized the logistical problem. She couldn't model anything out in the open for me from what we had picked out. She went to the helper person at the back and talked out of my hearing. I saw her point at me, and I waved.
She came back, "You can come in with me."
I looked around, "What? They let you do that."
"She said so," took my hand and pulled me inside the little dressing room. Locked the door.
The rooms were large and had mirrors on all three walls, with a smaller fourth mirror on the door. There was a little chair in the corner for someone just like me. I sat there and watched as my sister lifted her half top up over her head, unclasped her bra and let it fall in front of her.
"This bra is terrible," she said.
"Glad you got it off then," I contributed.
She was standing so naturally in front of me without any top, just like in the bathroom in the morning, but we were out and about now. Plus with the mirrors it was like there were ten of her, along with twenty swelling breasts and each bearing a lovely little nipple. I was surrounded.
"I'll help you all day like this." I chirped.
Next she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt, letting it slide to the floor. She was wearing no panties! I said the same, and she just giggled.
"If only you'd known, right?" She fluttered her eyelids at me, "There's a lot of things about me you don't know."
Now I had her in this enclosed space at a shopping mall completely nude in front of me. How could I resist? I reached out my hand, "Come here." I took her hand and she walked up in front of me, I wrapped my arms around her butt and nuzzled my face into her tummy right at the navel. "Mmm, you smell nice." I paused, her warmth rising up over me and I added, " I smell sex."
"You just wait! Here." She jumped back away from me.
She slipped on the thong panties first, leopard print. Stood facing me with the smallest of triangle patches covering her blonde puss.
"It does feel good." She cooed.
"I thought you couldn't try those on."
" I told the lady that I would buy them for sure, said I wanted you to see." And she wrinkled her eyes in a smile. Then she turned her back to me, and there before me was just her butt enveloping the string - her most perfect feature.
"Oh my god. I can't believe it. They look Great!"
She came over and leaned down so her breasts were dangling in front of me like fruit. "I'll have one of these," I said as I reached out to her. She kissed me soft on the lips.
Then she tried on the bra, clasped it at the back saying, "This one had the padding," as she lifted the straps over her shoulders and adjusted her hair. And true to form it pressed her lovely orbs together. Definitely the saucy little wench look. It too was the leopard print design same as the thongs.
"You are my little tiger," I said.
"Your leopard." she corrected.
I was randomly reaching out my hand when her back was to me now, and settled my fingers nicely between her legs. She was parting her legs now, giving me full access and without acknowledging my intrusion said, "do you like the way this one looks on me?"
My mind was muddled barely heard her in fact as I had one finger sliding now the length of her little pink slit. It was soaking wet, she took in some deep breaths, pressed her ass back toward me. I drew a small circle at her clit.
"You think it's sexy?" she asked again.
I just said, "yes."
"Next." And she walked just outside my reach carefully removing her *little* outfit for the next one. This one was the sheerest white fabric, so that you could see her soft cream colored skin underneath, even the soft brown of her nipples through the bra. The panty was a bikini 'brief' this time, but left nothing to the imagination.
"Um, I like the way that one wraps around your, um, mound," I said thoughtfully, seriously.
She laughed, "my mound."
"Well what would you like your brother to call it."
"Pussy." She mouthed at me.
In a moment of play, she came over and sat on my lap so that my cock pushed right up against her bottom through my shorts and she wriggled her hips down on me wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Here she sat in the sheerest pair of panties and bra I had ever seen, and she tilted her head to me, fluttered her lashes. We were eye to eye, her mouth inches from mine.
"Mmm, there's something there. That for me?" And she looked down at my lap.
"Maybe someday," I answered.
She wriggled some more, and then wrinkled her nose at me, leaned in and kissed me soft on the mouth. I involuntarily pressed my hips up into her, could feel the center of her pussy. I reached down and unzipped my shorts, and let my little (not so little) guy free. His blue little head popped out. She shifted slightly to let my hand in but then sat down right where she was before. There was only the thin fabric she was wearing between us. I could feel her wet little puss on the head of my cock, and that wonderful feeling of pressure pressing down on my cockhead. She moved her hips in a forward and back motion. Between us we had so wetted the fabric that I slid freely between her legs.
She put her mouth right at my ear, "mmm, my bad little boy. I guess he should get some reward for helping me do all this boring shopping."
I couldn't even talk, could feel my cum rising. I grabbed her hips and started sliding her, guiding her back and forth on my lap.
"Oh, god, do you know what you're doing to me?" I breathed quietly as I looked up into her eyes.
"I have some idea. You must like this one."
"It's perfect, really per - "
"mmm, you like how my pussy feels in this fabric? You like my pussy? Say it."
"I like, your pussy."
She added in a quiet whisper, "You want to fuck this little pussy? Huh. You want to Fuck me?"
I stammered, "yes, oh fuck, yes."
And just hearing those words I started to cum, I was pressing my hips up, holding her against me as I was straightening my knees and started to ride up the mirror. She was wrapped around me, holding onto my neck, and I looked up and could see ten of us in the mirror extending back as far as the eyes could see. Her ass and legs wrapping around me, the sheer panties showing her cream skin through. Her blonde hair falling down along her back and around her shoulders, her head thrown back and then forward again. I sprayed so much cum, and because my cock was sliding upward and basically pointing at me, it sprayed up the entire front of my shirt. I was lost in a reverie, we could have been anywhere.
As I settled down and we started to gain our senses again, she climbed down off of me, stood on unsteady legs and looked at me, "Oh my God. Look at you!" And she started laughing.
I had enormous wet spots covering the front of my shirt. Plus, great long lines of cum still sticking to me, soaking my front. I was in a panic. "What are we going to do?"
There were no answers. We could sit here for ANOTHER half hour more waiting for it to dry.
My sister said, "no one will notice." I looked at her with my mouth open. She kissed me, "Just believe it and it will be true." Then she added, "And . . . I guess I will have to model this one another time."
She held up the sheer red nightshirt with fluffy collar, the matching garters, and the black nylons. Fuck, that was the one I so wanted to see her in!
She mused, "I'm going to buy it anyway. You never know when you might really need to look - Sexy."
She left the sheer panties and bra on, I could see that her panties were wet through as well. She just put her skirt and top back on, then her shoes.
She took my hand, my sorry wet self, pulling me out of my seat and we worked our way to the cash register. I was beet red, following her closely trying to hide my front and trying not to garner any attention, which was not working as all the various women were turning their heads and following me as we moved through the length of the store. It was so obvious.
Laura went up to the counter. All confidence, " I want these, and I decided to just wear the cream bra and panty. Here are their tags." They rang everything up, bagged the goods. The cash register girls kept looking at me and smiling, looking at each other, then turning and looking my way again. Laura also glanced back at me with a sideways glance, smiling the whole time - the proud owner of a cum soaked, disheveled, bad little boy.
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