0 comments/ 153393 views/ 24 favorites Brandi By: Patrick It was almost a year since I’d seen my sister, Brandi, not since the last major summer College break, and boy, had she changed in that time! She seemed to have grown and matured in all the right places! Not that she was ever a slouch, she’d always been pretty and vivacious and eye catching, but now .. well, she was absolutely stunning! I remembered that last summer break so well, I had the usual cross break assignment to do for my Photography major, a process I always resented slightly, as I felt the summer break should have been for total relaxation. On this occasion the subject of the assignment had been Glam Photography, and I’d managed to persuade a few of my friends to pose for me in a variety of chic fashion outfits, even getting one of my ex girlfriends who worked at the local beauty salon to do some special Glam make up for people. I can recall being a little irritated when my little sister badgered me incessantly to be in the ‘shoot’. It wasn’t that she was that little, heck she was 19 at the time, but she was my sister, and sisters are always a pain in the butt – or always seemed to be to a young man trying hard to appear sophisticated! I mean, she knew all those grubby little childhood secrets and took great delight in parading them out at inappropriate moments! I remember catching her with a girl I was desperately trying to impress, showing her pictures of me as a snotty 5 year old, stark naked, throwing a tantrum … every time the girl looked at me after that she broke into hysterical laughter! I owed sis one for that! Anyway, more for the sake of a peaceful life, I’d agreed that she could be in the shoot, so imagine my surprise when her pictures turned out to be the stars of the whole folio! Back at College my classmates – and even my rather aging tutor – literally drooled over her pictures, demanding to know where I’d found this gorgeous, sexy creature! … sexy! damn, I nearly died laughing the first time one of them said that, and laughed even louder seeing the look of disbelief, and then jealousy, that came over their faces after I told them it was my kid sister. Eventually, however, the response was so overwhelming that I really had to sit back and take a fresh look at the pictures, trying to disassociate the word sister from the person modeling, and make a detached assessment. The end result just about blew my mind! I got THE most massive, throbbing erection I had ever known, one that refused to go down for hours afterwards! And even then only went down when I fisted it to a glorious, spurting climax all over one of her pictures! A picture of her half curled up on a number of floral cushions, dressed in a short, sleek, black number with a rainbow stripe just below her young, firm breasts. It seemed strategically placed to draw your attention to those breasts – and it certainly drew mine that day! Her shortish brown/blonde hair framed her beautiful face, which wore a slightly sultry expression – or was that just my suddenly over active imagination?. She was posed in a position that twisted her body slightly at the waist, her left leg crossed over her right, and bent slightly. Her left hand rested on her hip/upper thigh area, just where the material of the dress ended and her gorgeous legs began. It was just like she was drawing my eyes to the succulent expanse of flesh that was her tight, sexy ass! And I sat on my bed, half groaning as I stared fixedly at that ass and pumped my cock into volcanic eruptions! Lucky I could nip into the developing lab and whip up some more copies, because I totally ruined that one! I grinned to myself as I remembered also how much extra cash I’d made selling copies of some of her pictures to the drooling hoards on the campus! perhaps I’d paid her back for that incident with the prospective girlfriend by making her one of the hottest masturbation fantasies of the bulk of the male population of the college! All those thoughts flashed through my mind as I stood at the kitchen window nursing my cool drink and watching Brandi climb from the pool, her bikini clad body glistening provocatively in the sun. Well, I half chuckled, I guess you could call it a bikini! You could also call it a postage stamp, it was that small! barely covering those glorious high, tight breasts, and that equally glorious tight ass. I felt my cock jump and swell and reached down to brush my hand over it, fondling it momentarily before snatching my hand away as I heard mom come into the kitchen. Damn, I almost wished I had that same Glam photo assignment to do over again. Mmm, perhaps I could con Brandi into believing I had?No, I sighed, she was too damn smart for that. At that moment I could have throttled the tutor for giving me the assignment of ‘stark contrasts’! I was supposed to come up with a folio of pictures that clearly demonstrated ‘differences’, age differences, style differences, even ethnic or racial differences. He showed me pictures of two carpet cleaners, one old and bulky, the other modern and sleek as an example of what he required, and almost snarled as he said, “Let me see you make something sexy out of that!” – damn, I knew I shouldn’t have refused to sell him some of Brandi’s pictures! But hell, he was OLD, and the thought of him drooling over my sister was kind of sickening! so I was stuck with this particularly stupid assignment. My musing was interrupted as another figure emerged from the pool, and I grinned, Uncle David, good old Uncle David, the black sheep of the family, the man who never seemed to conform, the man who took off at a whim and rang weeks later from some remote part of the world, and then turned up weeks later with exotic gifts and a tan you would have died for! he’d been a bit of a financial whiz in his early years and had made a bundle on the stock market and ‘retired’ in his mid thirties to ‘live life to the full’, as he used to declare when ever mom and dad railed at him about being ‘responsible’, and settling down. He was very much a cult hero to us kids as we grew up, and even now, at 45, cut quite a dashing figure. I laughed as he chased Brandi around the pool, her screaming and pretending to be scared, but obviously loving it, and him doing all sorts of silly jigs and jumps as he strove valiantly NOT to catch her up! and I couldn’t blame him, as he ran a few yards behind her he was getting the most glorious view of her sweet ass and her bobbing breasts, and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. It was as Brandi made an inglorious dive into the pool with Uncle David close behind that the idea hit me! an idea so wild, but … wow! …if only. I could hardly contain my excitement as I worked things out in my mind. ‘Stark contrasts’ didn’t need to be as dull as the Tutor had tried to make it out to be! What was a bigger contrast than ‘youth’ and ‘age’? I could put Brandi and Uncle David together in all sorts of situations and create a whole folio based on their contrasts! .. wow… what a sensational idea! And it would mean I had a legitimate excuse to take some more pics of Brandi .. grin .. perhaps even a few of her in that ‘almost’ bikini, wow!, wouldn’t that blow some minds back at College! I rushed back to my room and put some ideas down on paper, trying to place them in situations where their age differences would contrast most vividly, after all, getting the idea was one thing, selling the both of them on it was another matter, Mmm, yes, it might be a little delicate approaching Uncle David and not offending him my making him think I saw him as really old or anything. I shrugged, well, all I could do was make it as businesslike as possible and hope it appealed to his sense of adventure. Somehow I didn’t think I’d have to talk Brandi into it too hard, she’d absolutely come alive in the photo session last year, couldn’t seem to get enough of the camera lens, oh no, sis lapped up that camera alright, which is probably why she came out looking so sexy, it was like she was flirting with it the whole time .. damn .. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about it again, I’d have to control that!! I pumped myself dry into a tissue once again! I was surprised how easy it was to put the whole thing together. As soon as I explained my assignment and the ‘age difference’ concept that I’d come up with, Brandi lit up like a Christmas tree, and seeing that, Uncle David just couldn’t refuse. He just grinned rather wryly and said “Oh yes, I think I’d make the perfect dissipated, aging lothario, after all, it’s what your mom and dad have been telling me I am for years! And as for Brandi, well, I haven’t seen anyone so young and beautiful in a long, long time” Yeah, Uncle David sure had a smooth tongue, and Brandi literally preened at the compliment, thrusting out her young breasts and blushing in pretend embarrassment. I’d worked out a few scenarios, and laid then out and asked for any other idea. Brandi actually came up with a couple of real good ones, one of Uncle David, dressed older as Santa, and Brandi dressed younger as a ‘child’ sitting on his knee that fired my imagination – and from the wide grin on his face, Uncle David’s too – there was something about the vision of Brandi dressed ‘young’ with her delightfully full grown body that set me alight. So much so, that I made it the first shot of the folio session. We hired a Santa costume, and Brandi went out and collected up an outfit to wear that she wouldn’t let us see until the actual shoot, which we scheduled for mid afternoon in the lounge room when we knew mom and dad would be well out of the way. Uncle David got dressed in his Santa gear, and re arranged a chair to look a little like a throne, set right against a Christmas tree that we rescued for the shed, then we waited for Brandi. When she made her grand entrance I don’t know who’s jaw hit the floor first, or who’s tongue jumped out the furthest, mine or uncle David’s! she had on a very short school dress and had her hair done up in pigtails, and she bounced in like a precocious school child .. but what child! It was immediately clear to both of us that she wasn’t wearing a bra! Her nipples were almost bursting through the slightly frayed, threadbare fabric of the dress/ She saw our stunned expression and thought she’d done something wrong, “Oh. Does it look terrible?” she asked, “I remembered I still had it from my early days and you did say you wanted me to look young, is it too much?” Well, it WAS too much, but not for the reason’s she thought!, she looked as hot and horny as any woman I had ever seen, she fairly sizzled! “No!” I finally managed to say in a strangled voice, “It’s absolutely perfect, isn’t it uncle?” Uncle David seemed incapable of speech, he just nodded mutely and grinned idiotically. Then she landed on his lap and squirmed around like all good children do, and I saw him turn bright red! the perfect red faced look that all Santa’s seem to have! I grabbed one of my camera’s and started to snap away like crazy, moving from side to side getting all sorts of angles, but it was Brandi that took charge, squirming this way and that, throwing her head back, nearly butting Uncle David in the face, twisting and turning, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and I knew damn well that some of these shots were going to show lots of underwear .. I groaned at the very thought, but kept on snapping. At one point she scolded Uncle David for not ‘holding’ her like a Santa did, and promptly wrapped one of his arms round her, his hand slipping under her raised arm and coming to rest on her left breast! I saw him try to draw it back quickly, but she seemed to clamp her arm down and trap it there, and he couldn't just flap it around, so with an audible groan that he tried to cover up with a falsely jovial “Ho, Ho, Ho”, he cupped his hand around her tight, firm breast. I could have sworn that Brandi grinned triumphantly, she certainly seemed to light up even more, and she continued to move, posing in this position and then that as I snapped away. Her constant movement had the effect of shifting Uncle David’s hand around on her left breasts, almost as if he was caressing it, and perhaps after a short while he was, because I noticed that when she lifted her arm above her head to really thrust her breasts forward – the same arm she’d used to trap his hand – he made no attempt to draw his hand away, in fact I was almost certain that I saw his fingers slide around her protruding nipple and rub it sensually. Damn but this was soo hot! Then Brandi jumped off Uncle David’s lap, grinning widely, “Well, is that enough?, did you get some good shots?” she exclaimed. I was so turned on, all I could do was grin back at her and nod, not trusting myself to speak. With a squeal she turned around and threw her arms around uncle David, “Oh thank you, that was super” she gushed … and I groaned … because as she bent over him, that threadbare school dress rode up and I found myself staring at an almost naked ass! She was wearing thongs instead of panties, and the thin strap had crept into her ass crack, giving the appearance of her having nothing on, damn, some of these pictures were going to be even hotter than I thought! She finally let a very red faced Uncle David go and bounced out of the room, stopping only once to bend down and pick up a discarded film packet that had fallen off my table, and I heard the deep groan come from Uncle David, and knew that he was getting that same glorious ass view that I’d had moments ago. When she’d finally disappeared, there was absolute silence, so much so that I could hear Uncle David’s rasping breathing, and it was obvious he was trying to bring himself back under control. “Damn!” he muttered finally in a strangled voice, “They sure didn’t have babe’s like that when I was at school” then he looked at me and burst out laughing, “Damned if I’m not going to do what your mom and dad have always said I should, settle down and get a real job .. uh .. where do I apply for Santa’s job?” he said I joined him laughing , almost crying, as we each released the tension that had built up. Brandi wanted to know what was so funny when she came back into the room, dressed normally again, I told her Uncle David was seriously thinking of settling down and becoming a regular Santa, and she laughed too, then walked over and leaned close to Uncle David and whispered in his ear. I’m not sure if I was intended to hear, but I did anyway, She whispered “If you really want to be a proper Santa, you’ll have to stop making your lap so lumpy and bumpy!”, then she scooted out of the door. I looked at Uncle David, expecting him to be angry or embarrassed, but he was neither, he grinned widely, “Damn little vixen! She’s too damn smart by half … and such a tease!” he said. Then he looked at me and a pensive expression came over his face, “This was fun, and I’m sure you got some great shots” he said, “But I can’t help thinking that it misses the real point of contrast between older people and younger people, I mean it’s a situation contrast, not a real one, the real one is in bodies that are young and bodies that are old. If you’d been to some of the remote villages that I’ve been to you’d understand, when you see people that have spent their lifetime in the sun and are all weather beaten, gnarled , and wrinkled and then see a child or a young boy or girl come up to them, that’s when you see the contrast, the real contrast” His words were incredibly evocative, and I understood completely what he was talking about, “Yeah” I said, “But there isn’t any such village hereabouts, and I sure as hell can’t afford to go to Africa or Asia” “Yeah, I know, I was just making a point” he said. “What point?” said Brandi, coming back in from the kitchen. I explained what Uncle David had said, and she nodded, “Mmmm, I see, but we don’t really need a village, do we?, I mean you have Uncle and you have me, oh, I’m not suggesting that you’re really old and wrinkled Uncle” she said, laughing, “But I think we’d make enough of a contrast, don’t you?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and neither, I think could Uncle David. He stared at her for a long, long moment, and I saw the tension come into his face, “Young lady” he said, almost sternly, “I was talking about the contrast between bodies, you’re not suggesting that we should pose naked for this young man, are you?”. I found myself holding my breath, staring wide eyed at Brandi. She seemed totally unfazed by Uncle David’s question, or the almost growling tone he’d asked it in. She smiled, “Well there’s always the forest up by the lake, we could set up a little camp and pretend to be these natives you talked about” she said. I thought Uncle David was going to explode, he got so red, “But … But…damn it!, in those villages they didn’t wear clothes!”, he almost shouted. She grinned, and nodded, “I Know” she responded, then turned to me, “Well, what do you think?, could we make it work out there?” I gaped, “You mean? .. you’d … go naked?” I stammered. Her grin widened, “Of course, it would need that wouldn’t it, and I’m not scared, I’m sure you and Uncle David would take good care of me” she said, then turned and grinned, “Wouldn’t you ,uncle David”” she asked. His answer was a low groan as his head fell into his hands, and she walked out of the room giggling. I still thought she was joking, kidding around, but later that day she came to me and asked when I’d want to do the session, as she had to organize her other activities around it. “Oh …Oh…Uh…how about tomorrow?” I said. She grinned, “Oh yeah, that would be perfect, don’t want to give uncle David time to get scared and disappear, do we?” she said, laughing, “I’ll be ready by nine … then she stared deep into my eyes … do you want me to bring my bikini so you can get some “Glam Nature” shots?, sort of ease into the nudity bit?” she asked, and I gulped, and nodded, her grin widened, “Mmmm, I thought you might, uh, but there’s just one condition on all this” I groaned, oh damn, here it comes, the pay off. She reached out and pinched my cheek and laughed, “If I’m going to be naked, you have to be naked too!!” she said, then rushed out of the room. Leaving me red faced, and with a massive erection yet again! Uncle David seemed subdued when I told him it was on for the following day, just looked pensive, nodded, then went out for a walk, I hoped he wouldn’t just up and disappear on us, suddenly the thought of what we were going to be doing was like a fire burning inside me! The next day came and we all met up at nine, each of us seeming a little nervous, but Uncle seemed to come good on the trip out to the lake, regaling us with tall stories of some of his adventures, and when we arrived, it was he that went out and found a suitable area, one with sufficient privacy, yet plenty of light for the pictures. He’d brought some bits and pieces with him and preceded to set the area up to look something like a native encampment. Brandi stood around watching, and a couple of times I caught her biting on her lips and I thought she was having second thoughts about the whole venture, but as soon as Uncle David said he was finished and quite satisfied with the effect, she turned to me with a half grin and said, “Ok, let’s do it!” ,and promptly stripped down to her very brief bikini. Two sharp intakes of breath sounded almost as one as we both gazed with awe at her lithe figure, then I shook myself out of it and started snapping away, Brandi again taking the lead, posing. walking, standing against a tree. lying over a fallen log, all the usual things you see in those men’s magazine, and I had to admit that she did it beautifully. I glanced at Uncle David from time to time, and he was watching Brandi carefully, a slight flush on his face. I stopped to change film in two of the camera’s, and heard Brandi say, “Come on Uncle David, it’s almost time for you now” She was standing a few feet from him, hands on hips, smiling radiantly, loving every minute of this posing. I saw Uncle David shrug, then slowly disrobe to his bathers, Brandi watching him like a hawk, “Mmmm, I’m not sure this will work entirely” she murmured, “You’re hardly old and wrinkled, in fact … you’re quite a hunk” she said, causing Uncle David to go totally red. Brandi Brandi Collins awoke from a long leisurely nap, her head throbbing a little less than it had earlier as the three Jim Beam and cokes had managed to finally wear themselves out of her system. Her bed was nice and warm, and the pillow was nice and soft. The alarm was blinking, so that must have meant that there was a power failure. Brandi lifted her head from the pillow and tried not to scream as her head talked back to her. She placed her hands down on the mattress, and tried to push herself up from the bed. It was then that she caught up with something that was decidedly different than what she thought it was. There was something soft and silky on the bed with her! Her fingers traced a line around a naked thigh, and Brandi found herself smiling. “Smiling?!” What the heck was going on here? The last thing that she realized was getting up to go to the bathroom in her home. “Good morning Brand…” The voice next to her sounded familiar, but as so far as she knew, she hadn’t had any lesbianistic tendencies that she knew of. “Um morning, how are you?” “You silly girl, as if you didn’t know.” The person next to her punched her lightly in the arm, “come on silly one, do you want something to eat, try and get rid of that hang over?’ Brandi tried to adjust her eyes; everything still was a little hazy. The woman next to her stood up, and Brandi could hear as her feet padded to the bathroom. How in the hell did everything get so messed up. This wasn’t something that she was prepared to handle, not in the least. She waited until the young woman had come back out of the bathroom, bringing the duvet of the blanket up to cover herself. “Who are you?” Brandi asked suspiciously. The woman laughed slightly, and deep inside of her, Brandi felt a longing like she had never known. “Oh Brandi you’re such a funny girl. I knew right away that you were the perfect one for me the instant that I saw you at the club. Would you care for a cigarette?” The woman walked over to Brandi’s easy chair, and Brandi could make out a coat and several other pieces of clothing including a bra slung over an arm. “You really don’t know who I am?” The woman asked Brandi. Brandi shook her head. “No I’m sorry that I don’t.” The woman laughed again. “You had no trouble remembering my name last night when I was doing such wonderful things to you.” The woman lit and then took a deep drag on her cigarette, and brandi swore that she remembered the French accent. The woman kept the lit cigarette in her moth as she walked over to Brandi, her legs swaying seductively as she walked, her naked, unfettered breasts matching the tempo slightly. Brandi could see a brown patch of pubic hair and she could almost feel her fingers caressing the womans furry outline. “Please, come here.” Brandi patted the bed, surprised at herself. “Why, what do you need?” The woman snapped at her suddenly, and Brandi felt hurt. “What did I do?” “I mean well,” Said the woman “If you can’t remember my name, nor the exquisite pleasure that I gave you last night, than why should I offer to bed you again?” The woman did have a point, and Brandi sunk inside of herself. Please forgive me. I’m sorry, can I make it up to you some how?” I suppose I can think of a way.” The woman sat down next to Brandi and crossed her legs, her back towards Brandi. Brandi studied her for a moment, and contemplated what to do next. She crawled towards her. “I’m so sorry…” a word popped into her head, and Brandi could not believe that she heard herself saying it, “Mistress.” “There we go, that’s a good girl Brandi, but you were bad for forgetting my name like that. You need to be punished. After all I am your mistress, and do I not treat you well?” “Yes, mistress very well.” “Did I not give you a good dinner last night, and very expensive wine?” “Yes mistress.” An image flashed inside of Brandi’s head of china plates, and glasses of the finest crystal filled deep to the brim with dark red liquor. “You humiliate me Brandi, by not remembering my name, and you deserve to be punished do you not?” Brandi nodded her head in shame; whatever she had done must have been horrible for Mistress to think of her so. “Yes mistress.” Mistress stood up, still naked and went over to an exquisite table. “I have something for you Brandi. It is a gift, but I think that it will serve better purpose now.” Mistress walked over to the table and handed Brandi a brightly wrapped box. “What’s this my mistress?” “Open it please. You’ve deserved this.” Brandi opened the box with child like intensity, throwing the paper and wrapping on the floor like a child. Inside of the box was a rich, darkened leather collar, almost black, and Brandi could see that a master had worked it so that the leather gleamed almost black in the light. “What is this?” She pulled out the collar and slipped it over her neck. It must have been some sort of gaudy necklace or something that Mistress wanted her to wear. “You look beautiful, Brandi, so beautiful, and you wear your collar like a good girl. Sit down please.” Brandi sat down on a chair, and was stunned as a whip crossed her bare body. “No, bad Brandi. I did not tell you that you could sit on the chair did I. That place must be earned.” Brandi drew back away from mistress, stunned and hurt at what had occurred. Perhaps, someday, the mistress would tell her what exactly had happened, and why, but not today. That was a tale for another time.” Brandi Brandi smiles and waves at me as I walk out of school. It's been at least six months since I've seen her. It was at the end of last year, our junior year that she dropped out and got her GED so she could, as she put it "stop all the high school bullshit and go to college." It was a community college, but the difference is negligible. I smile and wave back. When you're eighteen, six months can feel like forever. "Hi!" the words are out of her mouth and she's next to me, hugging me, telling me she's missed me since she dropped out. She hasn't changed at all, really. She lost the glasses in favor of contacts, drawing out her eyes more. Wow. Her eyes are beautiful. "Hey." I keep my cool. She isn't allowed to know about the thing I had for her through three years of high school together and how often I thought about asking her out. It was her big pouty lips and full figure that drove me so wild. Her ass remains to die for and her breasts still draw my eyes, regardless of what resistance I attempt. It's May, so the black tube top Brandi's wearing isn't unusual. She puts her hands on her hips and looks me up and down. "You look different." "Different good or bad?" "Good…very good." She smiles and hugs me again. "Hey, I'm not doing anything this afternoon, do you want to-" she cuts me off and finishes the thought. "Sure, we really need to catch up. It's been so long!" ------------------------------------------------ Starbucks is unusually empty and we both get coffees and head to some big comfortable looking chairs in the back. Turns out, they are. I sink into the chair and try to start the conversation, but Brandi beats me to it. "So how are things?" "Things are good." "Dating anyone?" I haven't dated anyone since high school started. Sure, I've fooled around with various girls, but no relationships. "No, not really." "Get laid yet?" I'm notorious for my unwilling virginity. "Sadly, no." She clicks her tongue at me. "James, you really need to do something about that." "I know, I know. Well, what about you? Are you dating anyone now?" "No, I actually just broke up with a guy. Total jerk. Made me pay for everything." "Oh, sorry." "I'm not. He was an asshole." She smiles at me. I smile back. Starbucks starts to fill up and I've finished my coffee. I notice Brandi has touched hers in the last twenty minutes of conversation, so I make a suggestion. "Hey, my apartment isn't far from here and my parents won't be home till tennish. Want to go there to talk? I mean, it's getting seriously crowded and gross here." "Sure." ------------------------------------------------ I put my keys in the lock and open the outer, then the inner door, letting Brandi in first. Shit, she's got a nice ass. I gesture to the couch. "Make yourself at home." She sits down. "Want a drink? We've got soda, water, lemonade…" "Got any wine?" Of course. My step dad drinks half a bottle a night. "Sure." I pour two glasses and sit down in the chair across from the sofa. I hand her the wine and set my own on the coffee table. She takes a few sips. "Do you have any idea how many couches I've messed around on, James?" I shake my head. I don't think she's hitting on me; we've been friends too long. For her, this is just typical conversation. "Way too many, that's for sure." Fifteen minutes of idle chitchat about life and the like goes by and she finishes her wine. I hand her my untouched glass. She doesn't seem to notice that I never took a sip. In five more minutes, she's finished that one, too. She gets up and walks over to me, sitting on my lap. I wonder if she notices the erection I just grew. She leans in and kisses me deeply. "I think I want to add your couch to my list." I gulp. She kisses me again and holds it this time. I slip my hand up one thigh and towards her chest. The other helps it take off her shirt. She's not wearing a bra. I kiss down her neck and reach her breasts, gently suckling each one and savoring the pop when my lips break free. She puts a finger on my lips when I'm about to ask what's next and she slithers to the floor, taking my pants and boxers with her. She smiles up at me from behind my stiff dick and licks her lips. I close my eyes and feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding my erection and I moan as her tongue flits across the head and her lips massage the shaft. She's good. Experienced. I'm on the brink when she stops and pulls her jeans down. She's not wearing panties, either. She stands up and tells me to do so and I do, dumbstruck. She sits down where I was and tells me to do down on her. I get on my knees and start. I separate the lips and lick the inner folds, slowly working my way in a circular motion towards the clit. Without warning, her shallow breaths turn to moans. I've found her g-spot and she knows it. I zero in and work her clit and spot, switching it up between my fingers and tongue. My face and hand become coated in her juices. She pulls me up and kisses me again. Brandi pulls me up and then pushes me into the chair, my erection coming out of my lap. She sits down on it and I feel her pussy clench around it, her body warm and tight against mine. She starts working it and my first time is amazing. My hands on her hips and I'm kissing the back of her neck, tasting her sweat. I feel myself about to come and she stands up, drops to her knees and puts me back in her mouth. With her tongue doing overtime and my hand holding her raven hair out of her face, I let loose into her mouth. She milks me dry and swallows the whole load. She lets my cock out with a pop and licks her lips, smiling. "That was nice." Brandi.... Well, Robbi Jo went off to college. It was time to find a new sitter for the kids. I searched around town, interviewing several applicants, when Brandi came to my door one day for a scheduled interview. Her voice sounded good on the phone, but one can never tell by voice. While I did have visions of what Brandi might look like prior to the interview, I had NO IDEA she would look like she did! I was wearing summer shorts and a large t-shirt. When I opened the door, Brandi was wearing a dark summer dress that fit her tight, petite, black body perfectly. I always had a passion for petite red-heads (Robbi), but I have an infatuation for petite black women more so. Brandi was no more than 5'4 and 105 pounds with a perfect "C" cup. YES! We introduced ourselves and Brandi came through the front door. As she walked past me, I saw her toned body, eye-catching breasts, and perfect round ass outlined by her summer dress. My summer shorts began to get tight as I hardened up immediately. She turned around as I closed the door and we began to discuss the basics of the position for which she was applying. Brandi was not from an agency (babysitting). She was an independent who applied on her own through separate advertising. Her questions to me were very similar to an agency's candidate as she obviously had done her homework on what to ask. As we talked, we began to feel comfortable with each other. I invited her to my living room where we both sat down on my comfy sectional sofa. She even commented how comfortable it was and how the entire home was comfortable with her. We began small talk at first, and as we talked, I could see she was getting more and more comfortable with me. She asked if the kids were here and I told her that if she made it to the next round of interviewing, she would meet the kids. She then sat back deeper into the sofa and hiked her summer dress to her toned black thighs. She noticed that I noticed that, and we shared a smile. However, she did not reposition her dress at all. I asked Brandi if she would like something to drink (water, juice, soda). She replied, "Sure. Do you have any wine?" I recollected her profile/resume which suggested she might be under age, but I didn't question her. I responded, "I have Cab, you ok with that?" "Absolutely! Cab is my favorite." I poured us each a glass of Clos Du Bois Cab and we sat, relaxed, and talked for at least an hour or so getting to know each other. During that hour, she finished off two glasses of wine to my one. The more we talked, the closer we got to each other on the sofa. We were laughing and began joking around about people in general (pet peeves, etc) when I noticed she was now starting to flirt with me. I asked her if she wanted more wine. She obliged, but also asked if I was trying to get her drunk. "Why would I want to get you drunk?" I asked. Brandi replied, "Because I do things I shouldn't do when I get drunk, that's all." And that was ALL I needed to know! Her statement led to a path of extremely sexual connotations and overtones in our conversation from then on. Before she even began to sip from her third glass of wine, she was touching my legs often and as time went on, left her hand on my legs for long periods of time. This girl was definitely getting aroused and I knew it. "What time do you need to get home, Brandi?" "I'm in no hurry. I live with roommates, so it's up to me now." I then asked, "Would you care to go out and have some dinner before it gets too late?" "Sounds great," she replied. We went to one of my favorite local Italian restaurants. Brandi ordered a glass of wine. The server asked her for her ID. She presented it, and he was satisfied. Of course, he did not ask me for MY ID! Then I began thinking she was older than I thought. She must be 21 at least! While waiting for dinner at a table in the corner sitting across from each other, I felt one of her feet on my right thigh. She giggled. Her foot began to crawl up my shorts with her toes feeling around for my crotch. She sunk down into her chair to dig her toes and foot in deeper. Her toes found my crotch, and then her entire left foot gently pushed down on my crotch! I smiled back at her and grabbed her leg underneath the table with my right hand to guide her in even better. I also rubbed her smooth leg and ran my hand up as far as I could reach before the table stopped me. We ate dinner while flirting with each other even more. Patrons at tables nearby were noticing our behavior and tried to ignore us. We ended up sharing a chocolate mousse dessert while feeding each other, then headed home in my car afterward. While driving home, Brandi reached over and grabbed my crotch. We were less than a mile from my home, so I raced to my house as fast as I could. Once inside my house, Brandi asked if we could talk a little more. So, we went back to the sofa and sat down. "I'm not 21," she said. I just turned 18 a few months ago." I responded, "I thought so as I remembered your profile. How did you get past the waiter at the restaurant?" "He knows me, duh!" I laughed. "So why did you tell me this?" I asked. "So that you knew it was at least legal for you to fuck me!" At that moment, I stood up, asked her for her hand, raised her up from the sofa, and escorted her to my bedroom. Of course, she went to the bathroom shortly thereafter, so I went to a second bathroom to brush my teeth and "get ready." I waited a few minutes on my bed with the television on when Brandi came into my room. "Do you have a long t-shirt I could wear to bed?" she asked. I hopped up and found one of my favorite long, orange-colored, cotton baseball jerseys for her in my closet. Brandi slipped her dress off, and with the just the light of the television, I could see her tight, toned, black body right out in front of me as she shyly teased me with her pajama request. Her breasts were definitely perky "C" cups that looked like two scoops of chocolate ice cream with Hershey Almond Kisses right on top! Her ass was the epitome of a perfectly- tight apple-bottom without any width! Her waist was narrow and it looked like I could touch my thumbs on the backside of it while all fingers could almost touch each other on the front side! Her tummy was flat and toned as were her legs! She was well-manicured! It looked like she had a narrow, golf-green-cut landing strip down under! Brandi removed the bed covers from one side of the bed and slipped inside. My cock was ragingly hard now! I moved into the other side and we met in the middle to an embrace. I asked her if she was okay with this, and she said she wanted me from the moment we first met! I told her I felt the same. We began to kiss and make out. I ran my hands up and down her body until I found a weak spot in her neck. She moaned. I then ran my right hand up her orange pajama top and gently held one of her breasts. She moved her left hand over on top of my right hand and helped me squeeze her breast. I pulled the jersey up near her neck and put my mouth and tongue to work on her tits. She writhed and quivered as I felt her pelvis moving closer to one of my legs. I reached down with my right hand to explore her nether region. I felt the landing strip which pointed my fingers into the right direction. She was sopping wet, and two of my fingers plunged inside to find her clit. I worked on her perfect tits with my mouth as long as I could while my fingers did the walking down below until I felt it was time to kiss and suck my way down her body to taste her once and for all. My tongue and cheeks dived as deep as they could go, and I gorged myself on her until she began to wriggle with excitement and bounce her tummy up and down. "Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhhhh.......fuck........oh that feels good! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmingg! AWHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Right before she came she turned over on her tummy. "Fuck me from behind, Gary! Fuck me hard!" I immediately plowed my cock into her black-covered pink pussy from behind HARD! I didn't want to cum too soon as I wanted this to last a long time. I put mind over body and fucked her for at least 10 minutes. Brandi was multiple and it was hard for me not to cum when she did the first, second, third, and fourth time, but I blocked her out so I could focus on my business! After 10 minutes of fucking Brandi's perfect apple-bottom, I EXPLODED inside her for what seemed like forever! Brandi stayed over that night, and we fucked the next morning in the bed and again in the shower. "No worries," Brandi said, "I am on birth control" Ouch! I cannot believe I didn't ask her beforehand! Whew! Apparently, she wasn't worried that morning or the night before. Should have guessed, I suppose. "Did I get the job?" she asked before leaving the next morning. "Absolutely," I told her. "See you bright and early tomorrow morning?" "What should I wear?"