6 comments/ 85975 views/ 14 favorites Stacy's Story By: paradisetitty (This is my first ever submission! Hope you enjoy it!) My name is Stacy and this is my story. A few weeks ago I turned 25. I've been told I'm beautiful many times through my life, yet I was still a virgin. It was certain not through a lack of offers, men of all ages threw themselves at me. Men, and women, would pretend to be my friend and then suddenly they would be asking personal and sexual questions about me! I'm not a prude or anything; I just didn't want to throw away my virginity. At least that was the case when I had been younger. Now I was slightly ashamed of my virginity, people would say it was admirable but I felt like something was wrong with me as the offers of sex had dried up. As I looked in the mirror the morning after my birthday I knew it certainly wasn't my body that put people off. I'm around the 5 foot 9 inches mark, not tiny and not tall. My best feature, so I'm told is my long and shapely legs. I am slender, not so slender as to be confused with a skeleton like some models, but certainly not chubby by any stretch of the imagination. My firm calf muscles and thighs are very well toned considering how much exercise I've never done, I've always wanted an ass like J-Lo but instead it is small, compared to the excellent rear of the singer. Sitting atop my strong looking and firm legs and my 'tight' (according to an ex boyfriend) ass are my small hips and small waist, I also have quite small breasts. I'm not flat chested or anything, my breasts are still a good handful. It was unusual for me to look at myself for so long but I wanted to confirm in my own mind that I wasn't off putting. I sighed and forced a smile as I sat on the edge of my bed to pull my knickers up to cover my newly shaved pussy. The reason I kept it shaved was simple, on almost every porn film I watched, the girls always had either trimmed or totally shaved vaginas. I selected some unflattering track suit bottoms and a long white t-shirt that came down past my slender waist. I tied a ponytail into my longish blonde hair (my second best feature) My hair grows very fast until it gets to just below my shoulder blades where it seems to lose energy and stop, at the time it had been cut a little shorter so it was about an inch above my shoulders. That night while my parents watched TV downstairs I chatted to some friends online, I don't really go out much and, to be honest, I don't have many friends. I could have a full messenger list except to keep some people happy I'd have to lose some clothing (and some self-respect). This night I was depressed, I felt like I was the only person who was alone, certainly the only person who was a virgin. I made excuses and turned off the messenger. As so many nights before this one I sunk back into my bed and cried. I was sat on my bed, I had pushed my computer table back against the wall, when I go on the P.C I pull the table towards my bed, then prop myself up with pillows so my back isn't always strained, I have a small bedroom so I need to get creative. It only contains my single bed, computer, single wardrobe and TV. When I push the computer table back it makes my room look a bit bigger and enables me to lie back on my bed and see the TV. Tonight though the TV was off, I sat at the head of my bed with my head back on the pillow; I was deep in thought when a knock at my door startled me. I must've jumped a mile! "Come in" I said, trying to sound less upset than I felt, although my voice cracked and betrayed me. My brother walked into the room and looked towards the computer, evidently expecting me to be using it. "Hey Stacy, I wondered if I could....." his voice trailed off as he looked at me "are you ok?" his voice softer now "Yea, fine, what were you after?" "You sure?" "Yes I'm ok I'm just...."my lip quivered slightly and my eyes dampened "I'm..." my voice cracked again. "Oh come here" he said, despite the invitation he came to me and hugged me tight, I brought my head up straight so my knees were close to my chest, his arms wrapping around the tops of my knees around to my back, I suddenly felt tiny. "What's wrong?" he asked, still holding me and stroking my hair. "I....I don't know", I lied, "Just feel a bit down tonight", he was still hugging me and I was enjoying the closeness. We haven't always been so close, but as we grew older we became more aware of each others feelings, of course there was the normal sibling arguments and name calling, some very nasty arguments, but as we aged, I don't know...things just got nicer. He's 2 years younger than me although he's a bit taller. He has thicker skin than me, to be honest it looks like, out of the two of us, that he's a few years my senior. As he grew past he started becoming more protective and I started feeling more and more secure when we were together. Safe. That's it. It felt safe. Despite the way I was feeling that night the 'safeness' gradually broke down my barriers and I felt like I could be honest, just so long as he held me. "Well...I guess I do know, it's silly really, I'm just feeling a bit.....well a bit lonely, not like I'm alone obviously, I know you and them..."(parents)"are here but I mean like the kind of alone where....like...." "You want a boyfriend?" He summed up what I'd been trying to blurt out with ease. "Yea, I guess, it's been a long time and I miss....." His grip had loosened around me so I tugged at his arm, I needed the safety. "I miss, the closeness", I continued "You know what I mean?" he held me close again to my relief. "Yea I know what you mean, I haven't had a girlfriend in like 2 years!" he's trying to make me feel better, I could tell "I miss the closeness as well, is there nobody you're interested in?" "No-one I like, usually they want to see me naked and that's it", I felt him shift his position "makes me feel like they're only after one thing" "Do you want that 'one thing' too?" I was a little shocked at how intimate our conversation was getting. "I don't know, I mean I....I guess so but I don't feel....attractive sometimes" That was it! The source of the bad feeling! I needed to be assured that I looked good, no; more like assured I look 'sexy'. I was suddenly aware that I wanted that assurance from my brother of all people! He had released his grip on me, my legs had straightened and he sat beside me, we faced each-other and his hands were over mine on my lap. "Stacy you are an attractive person, really you are. I know I don't usually talk like this but you are an attractive person" he looked at me and smiled. "It's just...." I began before being cut off. "Honestly Stacy, if you weren't my sister I'd totally go with you". My heart skipped a beat "I mean, well you know, you're an attractive woman". Jeez, I thought, if you back pedal any quicker you'll trip over. His hand moved to my cheek and for a split second our eyes met. It seemed to last a lifetime but in that fleeting moment I knew we had both considered the same thought: Sex with each-other! I felt a slight twinge beneath my track suit bottoms. A sharp bang broke the silence and we both jumped. It was the sound of our parents' bedroom door opening. "We're off to bed now", mums voice "see you in the morning" "G'night", we said in unison. Our glance returned to one another, we both smiled as our heartbeats got back to normal. He let his hand fall from my face and down my arm, I took a silent sharp breathe as he pulled it across my waist and onto my knee. "I'm going to get to bed", he said "are you going to be ok?" "I'll be fine", I heard myself say. He stood up and quickly turned around, his back to me; it looked like he was re-arranging himself. Was he turned on? Had I given my little brother a hard-on? He faced me again. "I'll see you in the morning then, if you need to talk or anything", (or anything!?) "Just say, ok?" "Ok" I stood up and put my arms round his neck and moved in close for a hug. Then I felt it. A bit of movement through his jeans up against the top of my thigh. 'My god' I thought, 'what does this mean? What do I do?' My mind was screaming at me and then it was over, he stepped back and stroked the hair that had fallen in front of my face back behind my ear. He gave me one last smile and then he was gone and my door was closed, but in my mind, a door swung wide open. When my bedroom door closed I sat back down on my bed, breathless. I was suddenly very hot but the heat seemed to becoming from inside me, I stood up again and hooked my thumbs inside my track suit bottoms and let them fall past my knees to the floor in a heap around my ankles. My T-shirt draped down past my waist like a short skirt or a petite dress, I ran my hands down to the hem of the shirt and hooked my hands under to touch my bare stomach, I trailed my fingers down to the top of my panties. Almost without realizing what I was doing I pushed the knickers down so they too lay at my feet, as soon as I did I felt the air touch the wetness between my legs and a shudder passed through me. I left my shirt on (I liked pretending it was a mini-dress) and lowered myself onto the bed. I leant back with my legs parting as I did. I touched myself there, as I had done so many times before, but this time was different, it felt like my juice were leaking out of my pussy, my wet fingers proved the feeling right. I examined my glistening fingers on my right hand while my left fell down in its place to my damp folds. My eyes closed and my lips parted as my breathing became shallower while my hands got busy. My fingers slid up and down my lubricated slit, I used a little more pressure and my finger ran up the inside, parting the lips as they did. I brought my left hand up from my sex and sucked the moisture off them. The familiar taste filling my mouth, relishing it, before allowing it to trickle down my throat. I continued licking and sucking my fingers for a moment, then drawing them out, my saliva coating mostly my forefinger and middle finger. My hand fell back between my legs where my other hand was delicately stroking the top of my clit. I brought my legs up so that the two soles of my feet were parallel to each other with a few inches between, my wet fingers slipped down and slowly pressed against my most private opening. My brain went into overdrive while I felt first one then the other finger I'd lubricated slipped inside myself, my right hand was stroking my clit harder now and I could feel my body aching for attention. My fingers working faster and faster as I finger fucked myself towards orgasm, imagining my brother was here......I stopped what I was doing. I took both hands off my pussy and brought them to my face; I intended to cover my eyes but thought better of it. That one thought, the thought of my brother screwing me had knocked the wind out of me. I felt disgusting, my sex juice was still dripping off my fingers but where before I had longed to taste myself, now it repulsed me, I stood up and wiped myself dry on a towel that was in my wardrobe. I felt like everyone, mum, dad and Jake knew what I just did. What had I done? I asked myself, it was just a fantasy, I wasn't hurting anyone. The wrongness of it had turned me on but, oh god, I wondered if my brother had gone from my room because he though I was teasing him. I didn't mean to, I felt him against me though, I pressed into him because I wanted to feel his hardness, and I had. I was filled with the desire to see him, to apologise. So forgetting my appearance and lack of underwear I left my room and walked down the hall towards his room, I was about to knock when I realised his door was ajar, I had a side view of his bed and could see him, he had his headphones on, connected to the TV, on the TV was a couple having very graphic sex and my brother was laid there, completely naked with his hand gripping his erect cock! So I had turned him on, here was the proof! I know the porn was on but his eyes were closed. His headphones must have been drowning out every other sound because he didn't realise the door had creaked open. Seeing this sight sort of flicked a switch in my mind, because my brother was doing it, it meant that it's ok to do it, I can do it! This realisation in me sparked some dramatic changes in my body, my heart skipped a beat and my pussy was very moist, much more so than before. I couldn't move, my arms and feet didn't move, I just stared. I stared at my sibling, totally naked, cock in hand. I stared at his TV, some leggy blonde getting her pussy devoured by a red haired girl. His eyes were still closed, oblivious to the scene on the screen, hearing only the sounds of sex while he (I'm certain) fantasized about me, his sister. He stopped stroking himself for a moment and brought his hand to his mouth, he allowed a string of saliva to gather in his palm the rubbed the wetness over his circumcised head and shaft, allowing his hand to slide up and down easier. I could feel a cold sensation on my thigh that snapped me into action, I looked down and saw a bead of my juice running down my leg, I scooped up the droplet in my finger, moving it further up the inside of my thigh until I reached my soaking wet pussy. As soon as I touched that special place my knees buckled and I fought to keep my balance, eventually I decided to squat in the doorway with my shirt bunched up around me waist with my pussy in full view, I could still see him easily, I swung open my knees and with one hand on the door frame to hold me steady my other stroked my soft, wet bulging pussy lips. I had never been this wet before, briefly I brought my hand away and up to my face, I stuck out my tongue and licked the palm of my hand, my sweet nectar was in my mouth and over my lips and chin, urgently my hand went back down to my pussy. Still crouched, with my mouth full of my juice, my scent filling my senses, I darted two fingers inside me. I couldn't believe this was happening; I was crouched down watching my younger brother jerk off on his bed while fucking myself with my hand. I stared at his cock and my pussy ached to be filled, 3 fingers were fucking me now. I risked letting go of the door frame and leant against it instead freeing my other hand, I was close, very close. While 3 fingers were buried inside me my other hand went to my clit, I rubbed it hard and felt myself moving against my hand, trying to get further inside myself. His pace had quickened too, his hand was a blur and he leant forward tensing his muscles, this was it, I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, their work done fore now, and crammed then into my mouth, my other hand rubbing my clit hard. Then it happened, the sight of the milky liquid splashing out of his cock all over his stomach sent me over the edge, my hand stifled the scream as I felt my body take on a life of its own, I fell back on my ass as my pussy felt like it was exploding sending waves of pure pleasure out along my body. Ill never forget the feeling, my juices in my mouth, my hand on my clit, the sight of my brothers orgasm, the complete and utter 'wrongness' of it all, it all added to the feeling of intense pleasure. I had to move. I stood and moved away from his room, my T-shirt soaking wet with sweat and my juices clung to my body; I walked away then looked back at the puddle I'd left. "Shit" I dived into my room and got the towel I used earlier, I wiped all over myself to get rid of the moisture and sweat, I pulled my shirt up over my head almost squealing as the fabric grazed across my sensitive and erect nipples. Then more drying and wiping. Then I threw on a set of pyjamas, grabbed the towel and went back to the scene of the crime, I hunched over and scrubbed away when I saw my mother walk across the landing to the bathroom. "You ok down there?" She asked looking puzzled "Yea fine, I just....spilled something here" I replied, then stood up and went back to my room saying goodnight as I went. After I had a chance to clean my self up properly I got in my bed, rampant thoughts surged through my mind, relentless images of what I'd seen until I finally fell asleep About an hour later I was awoken to a quiet tapping on my door. "Stacy...." came the whispered voice of my brother, "are you asleep?" I smiled... "I'm awake....." Stacy's Story Ch. 02 [I hope you enjoy this second instalment!!!] My first story ended with my brother entering my room. My name is Stacy and this is my second story. I slept for around an hour after my climaxes that night. Until my brother woke me by gently tapping on the door and asking if I was awake. "I'm awake" I said with a smile, hidden in the darkness of my room. He came in, closing the door behind him, the only illumination coming from the stars and moon outside my open window. My legs were under the covers, I was a little cold from the breeze coming through the window but if I had closed it I would become uncomfortably hot immediately. I sat up as he came towards me. He sat on the edge of my bed next to me. "Stacy I..." his voice trailed off for a moment, he bowed his head as if he was ashamed. He raised his head slowly, to look me in the eye. "Earlier...what I said about you, when I said if you were anyone but my sister I'd...'go' with you" "Yea, I remember" I said "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was thinking about it earlier and realised I might have upset you, you were already upset about stuff and I just wanted you to realise how special you are." "I know what you meant" I said "it's ok, and for what it's worth, I would 'go' with you too" I giggled as if to make light of our conversation. He smiled looking genuinely relieved and began to rise, ready to leave the room. "I just wanted to clear things up that's all" he took a step back from me, but he didn't turn away. There and then I saw it in his eyes, through the starlight I saw that my brother, my younger brother, had lust in his eyes, not just lust, there was a yearning a craving in his expression. He looked at me like someone on a diet may look at a huge feast and in that fraction of time my course of action, in the darkness of night, was clear as day. I succumbed to my, to our desire and acted. My pyjamas consisted of a button down shirt with hearts on it and a pair of matching shorts that came to mid thigh on me. I swung my legs out from under the covers and stood in front of my brother, I briefly looked into his eyes, before planting my lips on his mouth, my arms wrapped around his back as I pressed into his body. He jerked back, breaking the kiss but my arms held him tight. He opened his mouth to speak, maybe to protest, but nothing was stopping me now, I knew his lust was there, I had seen it in his eyes, I had felt it in his jeans earlier that night and in the brief moment when his lips parted to speak I brought my mouth to his and slid my tongue in the open gap. Tasting my brother, his head had tried to move back but then, as if accepting this was going to happen, he put his arms around me and started his own exploration of my, of his sister's mouth. Our tongues entwined, I felt his shoulders relax as if a great deal of tension had been released from him. I wondered how long he had thought of me in this way; before this night had he fantasized about me? The times when he saw me in just my panties, had he been turned on? My mind raced as it had done earlier tonight. But then, a calm washed over me, I stopped thinking about those things and returned to the moment. My hands trailed up and down his back, up to his neck and back down to the top of his jeans. His hands were also exploring, his hands moved up to my hair and he began to run his fingers through it. The feeling of being touched as a woman was good enough, but knowing that the hands caressing me, the hands bringing me this electrifying feeling belonged to my own sibling, my own flesh and blood, the feeling was beyond words, it was ecstasy. We broke off the kiss and stood back; my hands travelled down his arms and held his. "Stacy I...are you sure?" he said while looking into my eyes. (I wondered if I should ask him the same, but didn't, in case I didn't like the answer) "I think so, I never realised, I never dreamed of this. I love you" my voice began to tremble. "I love you, but there's something else. I feel like I....." I was getting frustrated with myself; I knew what I wanted to say but I was afraid to, but then he said them for me. "I need you" he said, "Stacy I...I want you" and that was it, the confirmation, the last barrier. He brought his right hand to my face and cupped my cheek. Earlier this night he had wrapped this hand around his cock, he had drooled on this hand and slid it up and down his shaft until he could stand it no more. I wondered if he had washed it since, it was turning me on more and more. He brought his face to mine and we shared a soft kiss, much more controlled than last time. His taste was so familiar, it felt strange, like kissing myself. It was slightly different to mine but similar enough to feel...to feel right. Like this meant we were compatible, as if all siblings should make love to each other. My heart started beating faster as his kiss stopped, his head lowered and I felt his lips kiss me down my jaw, my chin, then down my neck. His hand lowered from my hair and went down my back like before, but this time it dipped under my pyjama top and ran up my bare back. My top had five buttons of which only one was fastened because of the heat in the room that night (or maybe the heat was mine). It was the one near the top directly over my breasts so as his hand lifted the back of my top up, the front of it opened up showing my midriff right from the top of my shorts to just below my breasts. As my top moved with the motion of his hand the soft fabric was pulled across my nipples which were now standing to attention. I leant my head back and closed my eyes when he started licking as well as kissing down my neck. His hot tongue ran down over my throat right to the cleft between my small breasts. I had to catch my breath with every movement he made, the pleasure was boundless and for the second time this night my virgin pussy became slick beneath my shorts. He stood up again and looked at me and said "Stacy I've wanted this for so long, I've dreamt about this so many nights" The feeling of being wanted, of being craved washed over me. I felt so sexy! It was an amazing feeling and I didn't care that it was my brother. I simply smiled at him. No words were needed anymore. I sat down on my bed then swung my legs up so I was lying on my back. My pyjama top was almost wide open, I had lain with the shirt stretched behind me so now the button was straining, trying to hold the fabric over my soft, and previously unseen by any lover, breasts. I looked up at him and he smiled at me. What he did next took my breath away. He took hold of the hem of his T-Shirt and lifted it up over his head and dropped it to the floor, then unbuttoned his jeans. I held my breath as I watched my little 23 year old brother pull down his jeans and shorts down, leaving him standing there totally naked in front of me. He was going to get on the bed but I held up my hand to stop him. "Turn the light on" I said breathlessly "I want to see you." Obeying me immediately, as if I was in authority, or maybe because his big sister had asked him to do something, the light flicked on. My vision was blurred and as it slowly cleared my brother's figure came into focus, this was the first time anyone other than myself had been naked in my bedroom. When my vision did clear the person I was looking at was more than a man, more than a brother. The love I felt was so strong, even overwhelming. He was smiling at me, most likely because I was staring at him. His erect penis stood out in front of him, the end was glistening with pre-cum. My mouth was dry and I was shaking and I knew why. It was going to happen, no doubt but a wave of doubts came over me, not about the 'rightness' of this act, we were way beyond that, but doubts of whether I could satisfy a man. After all this was the first time I had been even this far. I had masturbated and watched porn on the internet of course, I had used a 4 inch dildo once (I regretted it when the dildo broke through my hymen, I thought that the fleshy barrier was further up than that, and was a hell of a lot more painful than I was led to believe!) At least I didn't have to worry about that, and looking at my brother's erection even if I hadn't torn through it that night it would definitely have not survived tonight's encounter. Still the feelings of inadequacy persisted, I mean what does the woman actually do? I know what the man does thanks to the internet but would he expect me to do stuff like suck his dick and let him cum on my face? I didn't like the idea of that and what if... "Are you alright?" My brother's voice brought me out of the trance and again I focused on his body, his chest was pretty broad, there was no hair on it save for a few wisps around his nipples, certainly wasn't built like a bodybuilder but he was skinny either. His legs were pretty hairy below his knees, though he didn't have much pubic hair, I wondered if he cut it like I do. Of course what grabbed my attention most was the proud erection. It wasn't overly long but it was quite thick and I hoped it wouldn't hurt too bad, even if it did I wouldn't care; I'd take it for the love of my brother. (Never thought I'd think that) "I'm ok" I lied "I'm just a bit worried," he smiled at me and said "It's ok, no need to worry, I'll take care of you" the feeling of love resurfaced in me again, filling me with emotion, also filling me with lust as my nipples strained against the fabric of my top. He sat beside me like he had done earlier, except this time his erection was in the open and standing to attention. He let his hand trail down the side of my face, past my throat, finally settling over my chest, he gently unbuttoned my top and I, (and probably he) inwardly gasped as the top sprang open and suddenly my bare breast were on display, he smiled again and stroked my boobs one at a time, fondling the base then gently squeezing them, his fingers teased around the pink part of my nipple until finally playing with the hard nubs. I was unbelievably aroused, more than I had ever been by myself. My eyes kept closing but I forced them to stay open because I needed to see, I needed to watch him, just to see him, as if closing my eyes would make him vanish and wake me from a dream. I was certain he could feel my heart beating, maybe even hear it, I could barely hear anything else. I had felt self conscious at first but again the calmness swept over me, he was being so gentle and I knew he wouldn't hurt me. "Do you like this?" he asked "you're so beautiful" "I love it and thanks so are you" we both giggled. While he was still fondling my breasts I began to feel a little selfish, I wanted to touch him and make him feel as good as he had to me. My hand was shaking as I stroked up his thigh towards his penis, so much so it was like I was gently slapping his skin. He put his hand over mine and guided it for me, as if he was taking me on a tour of his body, I sat up slightly so I could reach without straining and then I touched it, he had been circumcised at an early age, and for the first time in my life I was holding a cock. The end was quite large and the skin there was soft, further down the shaft it was rock hard, the veins were sticking out so much I wondered if they would burst. "See, it's nothing to be worried about" he said gently "it's just a part of my body, nothing to be scared of." I felt instantly reassured, while doing this he had been twirling his fingers on his other hand around my nipple. "Just try to relax; I'm not going to do anything you wont like, trust me" He moved a little further down the bed letting my hand fall away from him. He had stopped massaging my breasts and instead he leant over my chest. I felt his tongue trace a path around the outside of my nipple making me groan slightly, which surprised me; I always thought the women in the movies over-did it. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over my body as he took my nipple and a large portion on my breast in is mouth, gently drawing on it and making the end feel harder than I had ever made it. He did the same thing to its twin and fondled the bullet hard nipple between his fingers again. After he was done he kissed all around them, finally kissing both nipples gently. I was breathing deeper now and he moved further downwards, he kissed down past my breasts and over my stomach, briefly pausing at my bellybutton. "Y'know," he said looking up at me and smiling "when you used to wear crop tops, it made me go crazy, I wanted to run up to you and put my tongue in your bellybutton!" We both giggled at the thought of him running up to me and licking it in plain view, bellybutton rape? That's a new one "Well there's nothing stopping you now, now you can do it whenever you want." With that I felt his tongue dive in there briefly and after a quick kiss he continued on his journey down my body, kissing down from my navel to the top of my shorts. I held my breath when I felt him hook his fingers around the waistband and pull them down past my knees and ankles and off. I was naked now, my pussy sopping wet and totally aroused as my little brother continued to pleasure his big sister. I was still holding my breath, and did so until my chest hurt; I felt the cool air over my wetness, then my brother's lips at the top of my slit. I was already close to orgasm, after the treatment my breasts had been given I was right on the edge, I offered up my pussy to him, as if begging him to take me over the edge. Then a thought hit me. "Jake, hold on a sec" I began to stand and my brother suddenly looked very worried. "What's wrong? Did I upset you?" "Of course not, I just need to do something" I opened my wardrobe and bent down to pick up the towel I had shoved in there, it had seen plenty of use this night, realising I was giving Jake a full on view I stayed in the position a little bit longer than I needed to. Then with towel in hand I walked around my brother and knelt by the door, I shoved the towel into the gap below the doors as far as I could until I was satisfied the door couldn't be opened, at least not easily, by anyone from the other side. "Just in case" I said walking back around, I was intending to lie back down in the same position but instead my brother stopped me. I was standing directly in front of him and he was still sat on the bed. "What's up? Apart from you" I giggled "Nothing, I just want to look at you for a minute" he was making me feel so sexy, like how I had longed to feel for so long. He reached out to take hold of my hips but I stepped back. "Ah ah, look with your eyes not your hands" we both giggled then I moved back within his reach. His hands fell down to my legs. "Your legs are so gorgeous, I can't remember how many times I've wanted to touch them, I even wanted to do it while you were asleep but I never got the courage" again we shared smiles and it felt like we had become so much closer, like it had become the perfect relationship. It made me wonder why sex between siblings was so taboo, even illegal. Most would say it's because there's the chance of having a disabled child or something but that wouldn't be an issue for me, for us I mean. When I was 17 I lost the ability to conceive, I had contracted a virus through a blood transfusion after a car accident, I had been in a friends car and she had been going to fast and I think she was slightly drunk, it was after the accident that we, my brother and I, had become closer and stopped the petty arguing. The virus had eaten away at my womb but rather than remove it the doctors had said that after the virus had been killed off they would simply sterilize me, there was no point removing the womb as it wasn't hurting me or dangerous. It used to bother me knowing I would never give birth but here on this night I didn't mind so much. He was caressing my thigh with his right hand, but then he dropped it to the hollow behind my knee and lifted my leg so my knee was over his shoulder. I balanced on my other foot and put a hand on his other shoulder to steady myself. He looked into my pussy for a second; the anticipation was amazing, until he moved his face into my groin. I felt his tongue around my wet folds and then, ever so slightly, he dipped it in between my lips. My other knee became weak and I sagged down at the truly unbelievable feeling of his tongue licking up and down my slit. My brother tasting me, feeling my wetness over his face, I then felt his tongue on the special part of my pussy which sent me over the edge at last. I gripped his shoulder with one hand while the other was on the back of his head almost pushing him further inside me; I felt my hips buck involuntarily against his face, my juices running down his cheeks. He left his tongue inside me while my pussy exploded with pleasure, then he was flicking it over my clitoris sending me further into ecstasy. Even the sheer thought of what was happening was adding to my delirium, my brother was fucking me with his tongue after all. That feeling of wrongness was there again as it had been hours ago when I had reached my first climax of the night, but even that just added fuel to the fire burning inside me. My brother had to help me lie down properly after my earth shattering orgasm, he leant over me and we kissed again, softly like before. My pussy still throbbed and the feeling was just incredible. We weren't finished though, and the thought of what was to come got me feeling hot again. He climbed fully onto the bed and laid beside me, still kissing each other, tasting my juices in his mouth. I was infinitely more relaxed now than I had been before; all the tension had left my body. At least it had done for now. He broke off the kiss and looked me in the eyes, our love for each other blossoming again. "You want to keep going?" he asked cautiously "Yes, of course" I responded, which made him smile and move his body closer to mine. I felt him in between my thighs, his hand guiding his shaft to my soft pussy and virgin hole. I wasn't worried about the pain, like I mentioned before I had masturbated before with an admittedly small dildo, though I still felt nervous about it, going this last step, her transition into womanhood being completed. I felt the head of his penis at the entrance to my body then, my brother gently pressed into me making my pussy stretch to accommodate his member. The head eventually popped into my hole, needing little in the way of lubrication with my pussy juices still making my internal folds slick. It made me gasp as he continued to push into me, he would put it in a bit, then bring it out, then go in again a little further, I couldn't help thinking of the old nursery rhyme, (put the cock in, take the cock out, in, out, in, out in out and shake it all about . My mind was racing and still he pushed further in, filling my slick tunnel completely until eventually he was totally inside me, we looked into each others eyes, man to woman, brother to sister, lover to lover. My heart picked up its high rhythm again as he slowly withdrew his cock only to plunge back inside me. I felt the pain but the pleasure was far outweighing it. Not just the pleasure from the feeling of their sex, but from the feeling that I was giving my brother what he'd wanted all this time. I gave myself to him, my body and mind. My entire self was one with him. His pace quickened and I felt myself getting close to another climax. I threw my leg over his which allowed him to go even further inside me. "I love you" he said, making me tingle inside, my emotion rising with my arousal. "I love you too, little brother" I added a wicked grin to the end of the sentenced and it had the desired effect, for both of us. He thrust deep inside of me and his entire body went rigid, his eyes rolled back into his skull and then closed. I watched my little brothers face as his orgasm took over him. That sight, coupled with the feeling of my brother's hot cum shooting deep inside me, his big sister, sent me over the edge again, my pussy tightened around his cock, then after it passed my body fell forward into his arms. We hugged and kissed and exchanged 'I love yous' for what seemed like hours although in reality it was only about 10 minutes. Stacy's Story Ch. 02 We cleaned ourselves up and he helped me change the bedding so I didn't have to sleep on a giant wet patch. I really wanted him to stay with me, but I knew we couldn't risk being caught by our parents. Finding their two children naked and snuggled up together would require too much explaining. I put some fresh shorts on with a t-shirt as the air had turned a little chilly and my brother grabbed his boxers. Before leaving me for the night though he came and sat next to me again, he folded his arms around me and I felt the safeness again. Never before had I felt so loved by anyone. Deep down I knew that what we had done was wrong, but if it's wrong to feel this good, to feel this much love, then I don't care much for rightness. [I may continue the series sometime in the future, but only if this one is well received but I won't rush into it as I'm sure people will prefer a good story rather than a rushed attempt! Thank you for reading] Stacy's Story Ch. 03 [The last story ended when my brother left the room after our passionate love making session ended, the love we felt for each other was flourishing. I recommend reading the previous chapters before you read this one so it makes more sense to you!] My name is Stacy, and this is my story At around 7am in the morning my eyes opened, after a couple of seconds I got a huge rush, right up through my stomach and into my head and I smiled. I was remembering the night before. The night my brother had taken my virginity. I felt like a real woman, as if the shackles of being just a girl had been shaken off and now I was a true and real woman. It was such a rush of realization and confidence. My smile continued to broaden as I remembered how I had been 'de-flowered' and my pussy grew warm and my nipples stood to attention, as if saluting me on a job well done. I could hear noises coming from downstairs, voices of my parents and my brother, oh my brother or my lover? I didn't know. I had an overwhelming urge to see him, as today was a Saturday he wouldn't be working. I slipped out from the bedcovers, my smooth legs swinging over the edge of my bed first, sitting up I stretched my arms in the air, feeling my still hard nipples push against the fabric of my pyjamas. I opened my door and made my way to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and relieved myself on the toilet. Looking at myself in the mirror, unable to stop smiling, I brushed my blonde hair back behind my ears and allowing a few stray hairs to fall either side of my face. Still unable to stop smiling I went back into my room. It was a hot day, even in my pyjama top and shorts I was pretty warm so I unbuttoned my top and tossed it into my wardrobe, and picked out a long vest top. It was the kind with no sleeves and the hemline ended about mid thigh. It covered up the shorts underneath so it looked like I had this red shirt on and nothing else, but I wasn't going to put jeans on in this weather and after all I was around my family, not like anyone was going to be eyeing me up! (With a smile I knew, of course, the real reason why I'd chosen such a revealing set of clothes, to give my brother an erection!) I started giggling again as that thought went through my mind. I composed myself and headed out my bedroom door and towards the stairs barefoot. I made my way downstairs and saw my mother, father and brother sat at the dinner table, the table was fairly large with room for two people on either side. My mother and father sat on one side and my brother was on the other by himself. No one was eating; they were just enjoying morning coffee and conversation. "Hey look who's up early," my mother said. "You want some coffee?" "Yeah please," I said, smiling back at her as she stood up and turned her back my father got up and walked towards the sitting room with his paper, smiling at me as he went. Then my brother turned around and saw me coming towards him and I swear his eyes doubled in size! He was looking me up and down and I loved it, then we remembered we were in the company of our parents who may not understand, or like, their two offspring undressing each other with their eyes. I slid my legs under the table and sat down next to Jake. "Good morning, dear brother," I said trying not to giggle, and failing. "Ah good morning dear sister," he said in a very posh, almost royal voice which made us both start giggling with each other. Mum turned around with 3 cups of coffee, 2 in one hand and one in the other, and then set them down on the table, she looked at us with a confused smile, I knew that she was surprised that Jake and I were suddenly the best of friends, but then what mother wouldn't smile at that? She turned around to pick up dads cup, when she did I felt a hand on my upper thigh. I jumped a little and felt like my body temperature had shot up through the roof. My brother was feeling me up at the breakfast table! Mum turned around and the hand withdrew, as she walked past with dad's cup Jake half stood up, I thought he was leaving the table but then I saw what he was doing. With mums back turned he was rearranging himself, his erection was clear as day, like a tent pole inside his sweat pants. He reached down into his trousers and straightened his cock so it was pointing straight up, in line with his stomach, and then sat back down with relief etched on his face, while mum and dad were talking in the living room, the breakfast table is in the kitchen and there's a big open archway that leads to the living room, he leaned close and whispered into my ear, "I've had that since I saw you come in the room," he said with a smile. "And I've been waiting for ages to sort it out, I thought it was gonna tear through my trousers!" We both started laughing and in my I was imagining him sat there with everyone around and a big hole in his trousers where his cock had torn through, thanks to his sexy older sister. We stopped laughing and mum came back to the table and sat opposite us, our hands kept to ourselves. "What are you doing today?" mum asked me. "Oh, I don't know," I said truthfully. "I might go and have a mess around on the PC or something, or phone Kerry for a bit." (Kerry was a friend I met online, we weren't close and we'd never met in person but I was grateful for a friend to chat to.) "How about you?" she said turning to Jake. "Are you still going out tonight?" "Yeah," he said smiling. "More than likely, I fancy a night out." My heart sank, what if he met a girl? Or what if a girl came on to him? What if he found someone there that he liked and what would that mean for... "Why don't you come with me Stace?" He said, knocking me out of that sequence of thought, "it'll be a laugh." I thought about it for a moment. "Ok why not?" I said, suddenly nervous and excited at the thought of us being out together, as I said before I was never a 'going out' type of person, but remembering the safeness I had felt in my brothers arms I knew that he would look after me. Mum was surprised too, I could see it in her face and raised eyebrows, but considering Jake had never asked me to go anywhere with him I understood the shock value. "That's that then," Jake said standing up, mum stood too finishing her coffee as she did, which reminded me that I'd forgot mine. "Jake, are you ready yet?" dad shouted from the other room. "Yeah, just got to put my shoes on," Jake replied. "Where are you going?" I asked, sounding more disappointed that I intended. "To the scrap yard to find some parts for the car we've been working on, don't you remember us talking about it?" I shook my head no. "When are you coming back?" I asked, still sounding like a girlfriend rather than a sister. "Be a few hours," He said. "After we've bin there we'll need to go down to the garages and stuff, and that should be it," he sounded disappointed too. "No," dad corrected him. "We need to pick up the engine piece from the shop in Leeds, they'll have it at 3'o'clock, it'll be getting on about 6ish when we get back." I suddenly disliked my father. "Oh yeah I forgot," Jake said. Then he turned to me and said, "Don't worry, when I get back there will be plenty of time for me to get something to eat and get ready." "Ok," I said, still disappointed, but also very excited about the prospect of a night out with my brother. Mum and dad walked towards the back door and outside towards the car, when they were out of sight my brother turned around to look at me. Then he leaned down and planted his lips on mine, parting my lips with his tongue. I felt his hand run up under my top and take hold of my left breast, giving it a little squeeze that made me tingle all over, we pulled apart with a smooching sound and he quickly checked we wasn't being watched then turned back to me. "We will go to a club tonight," he said with his hand still on my breast and my pussy was starting to get wet, "and we'll have plenty of fun." He checked over his shoulder once more, and turned back to me again letting go of my breast, but he wasn't done yet. His hand slithered down to the top of my shorts, I gasped as I realized what he was about to do, then he did it. His hand went down the front of my shorts and he inserted a finger into my pussy, the amount of wetness down there made it easy for him, so easy that he decided to slip two in. Here I was, sat at the dinner table with my brothers' forefinger and middle finger inside my pussy and his tongue in my mouth. Our parents could come in at any moment, then... "Jake!" it was dads voice. We almost jumped out of our skins, Jake pulled his fingers out of me and stood upright, my juices on his fingers and I turned around and stood up beside him. "Jake, are you coming or what?" he was still outside! Oh the relief! "Yes dad I'm..." a giggle, "I'm coming!" he shouted back, then turned back to me. "I almost already have cum," he said to me, we both laughed and he brought his hand up to his lips, he looked at me and sucked my juice off his middle finger. Then he offered me his forefinger which I gratefully took in my mouth, licking my moisture off his fingers, we looked into each others eyes and shared a quick kiss. "See you later," he said, my love for him again surfaced, so much so I was holding tears back. "I love you," I said "I love you too," and with that he turned and walked through the door, I rushed upstairs to change my clothes and begin the long process of picking an outfit! It was now around 5.30pm and, predictably, I was no closer to choosing an outfit. I was searching through the closet looking at jeans, t-shirts, dresses, skirts, gowns and God knows what else! I hadn't worn most of these things, some of them I'd worn around the house, but as for going out in I usually limited myself to sweatpants and baggy t-shirts. Tonight though was different. I was out to impress. If you had told me a few days ago that I'd be looking for something to impress my brother I would've thought you were insane. But there I was, equally excited and nervous and as time got closer to the promised 6pm, much more nervous. I noticed a dress hanging up in the back of my closet; the silvery colour caught my eye. It was the dress that had been given to me about 3 years ago by an aunt. It was a backless silver dress, it was tied at the neck so you couldn't wear a bra with it and the hem line was just above the knee. I thought what the hell and decided to try it on. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs and off. (I had removed the shorts I was wearing considering how wet they were after this morning.) Then I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it on top of my jeans on the floor. Now standing in just my small pink panties I stepped into the dress. Now I don't know if I had grown or the dress had shrunk but when I pulled it up to wear it needed to be to fasten properly the hem of the dress had travelled up past my knees and stopped daringly close to my upper thighs. I fastened the collar part at the top and smoothed the dress down. I turned around to look in the full length mirror and nearly passed out with embarrassment, even though I was the only person in the room. The hemline did indeed stop around my thighs, the dress wasn't flimsy, it would keep its shape in a breeze but it wasn't skin tight either, it hung around my thighs giving me room to move my legs and, much more importantly, it wouldn't cut into me when sitting down and leave impression lines. The backless part of the dress was low cut to about an inch above my rear. The front section, when I had tied it up around my neck presented a small problem. Of course I already knew my back would be bare but if I bent down you'd be able to see the sides of my breasts! My fear was short lived however when I discovered a small lace that ran from one side of the front and hooked around the other side tightening it up. Normally at this point I would have stripped off again and found something much less revealing but I couldn't deny the simple fact that I looked very, very sexy. I had never dressed this way before and looking at myself now I couldn't understand why. My legs looked great and the hemline wasn't so bad. Mum and dad would probably have a heart attack when they saw me in this and hopefully my brother would too. I was starting to get turned on from looking at myself like this and on any other night I would have happily laid on my bed and masturbated for the rest of the evening but right now I needed to go in the shower and pick out what to wear on my feet. I undid the straps, shook the dress off and laid it out on the bed, the silver material reflecting the light. I couldn't believe how confident I was. Maybe it was losing my virginity but more likely it was because I would be with my brother. He would keep me safe and, with him, I could do anything. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my once again wet panties I pulled them down and threw them onto the washing pile. Amazing the women don't run out of moisture if they did I would surely have dried up after the last 24 hours' exploits! Naked again I walked to the top of the stairs and shouted down that I was going in the shower, mum shouted OK back to me, I always shout first before getting in the shower so if anyone needs to use the toilet they have a chance to do so before I get in so I'm not disturbed. Once the door of the shower is closed you can only see a vague shape through the translucent glass but still I didn't want people coming in and sitting on the toilet while I'm all naked and soapy! I went back to my room to grab my bathrobe, no need to put it on yet so I strode across the landing to the bathroom in the nude. It was a good job my mother was downstairs, the sight of her daughter naked, shaved pussy and all, would be very awkward. I closed the door behind me and hung my robe on the hook on the back of the door then got a towel out of the linen cupboard. I laid it on the floor in front of the shower door ready for me to step on afterwards to stop the floor getting wet. I leaned in to the cubicle and switched on the water, then held my hand under the spray until it got warm enough and stepped in. I love taking showers, the hot water sprayed on to the back of my neck instantly relaxing me; I closed my eyes and thought about what the night ahead might bring, me in my sexy silver dress dancing with my little brother. I ought to have be ashamed of myself, but considering that in the last 24 hours I had stroked myself to orgasm while secretly watching him watch porn and masturbate, and later that night had lost my virginity to him, if all that hadn't made me ashamed then a bit of fantasizing in the shower wasn't going to do much! I ran my fingers through my wet hair then began rubbing my neck and shoulders, feeling my muscles loosen. My mind began to drift back to last night, how it felt to have a penis inside me, thrusting into my virgin pussy until I had felt my brothers cum filling the inside of my pussy. My hands dropped to my breasts, unconsciously rubbing and pinching my nipples, making them stand out straight. I still had my eyes closed, dreamily remembering the feelings of the orgasms, how it had felt like my pussy was on fire and tasting my sweet juices on my brothers tongue. I heard a bang outside that startled me, bringing me out of the erotic paradise that was my fantasy; I heard voices outside as well. After a moment I realized that my dad and brother had returned from where ever they had been all day. A pang of excitement ran through my like a little electric shock. Then I noticed that while I had been in my dreamlike state, my hands had found their way to my pussy and my fingers had been stroking my slit unconsciously for a few minutes, which explained my current arousal. I grabbed the shampoo off the little shelf in the shower cubicle and rubbed it into my hair, massaging my scalp before rinsing it out. I had my eyes closed tight so no shampoo found its way into them and I stood directly under the shower so all the water was directed onto my head. When I stepped away from the spray I could here voices again, I heard someone coming up the stairs then heard my mother shouting up after them, telling them that I was in the shower. The footsteps went back down the stairs and out of earshot. I got the shower gel off the shelf and squeezed some into my hand and began rubbing myself all over. I kept telling myself that I was just cleaning myself, but really most of the rubbing was about feeling dirtier! As good an excuse as any, my hands were now soapy and they glided over my body, over my breasts and over my stomach, then down over my thighs and calf muscles, back up the backs of my legs to my ass. I kneaded the flesh on my ass then brought my hands back to my pussy, my finger teasingly sliding up and down my slit, each time pushing a little further in. My breathing became shallow when my finger ran over my clit, making my legs spread a little wider opening up my little pink hole until it was aching to be filled by a few fingers. I was still stroking my clit while I used my fingers on my other hand to gently tease my pussy. I dipped a finger just barely inside, I loved teasing myself to the point or orgasm then pulling back slightly, to make the feeling last and to see how long I could stay at that climactic point until I couldn't wait any longer, when I reached that point my senses would go numb and my entire body would become super sensitive, at that point any touch would send me cascading of the edge into a mind blowing orgasm. I still hand my hands between my legs, building up the heat inside me, I had turned around to face the jets of water so they were spurting water directly onto my breasts, the warm water flowed down my slim body to where my hands were teasing my pussy, like a waterfall over my body, as if the water knew what I wanted and it was eagerly seeking out the points to hit in order to send me over that edge once again. My mind was again replaying the events of my incest fuelled night of passion with my sibling. I was close, so close, my body was tense and my mind felt numb, my hands were working my pussy on their own, as if they had a mind all of their own, one hand dedicated to my clit, the other rhythmically fucking my hole, now three fingers steadily entered me, faster, faster, my lips parted as my breathing became more intense and my eyes squeezed shut. There would be no teasing or teetering on the edge this time. I intended to skip the formalities and dive straight to main event, my heart hammered against my chest, my breasts now impossibly sensitive and my nipples even more so, the feeling of the water being shot at my nipples when they were this sensitive was amazing, that feeling alone was enough to send my crazy with pure, unbridled lust. I thought I heard a knock on the door but I was too far gone, nothing was going to stall my climax. "Stacy?" It was my brother's voice, and that was the last straw. My orgasm ripped through my body, sending shock waves from my pussy and nipples through my chest and stomach, down my legs right to my toes. The bathroom door opened. The waves of pleasure still rocked my body, the mind blowing climax made my legs quiver at the knees until I had to kneel on the floor of the shower cubicle. "You Ok in there?" My senses were slowly returning, a warm feeling filled my body, as if the hot water had gotten into my blood stream, making my temperature rise. The shower cubicle door opened and I saw my brothers face appear through the steam, he looked down at me, sat on the cubicle floor now with one leg stretched out in front of me and the other leg bent with my knee under my chin and both hands between my legs, he looked me up and down a few times, scanning and savouring my body, and he smiled almost from ear to ear at me. Stacy's Story Ch. 03 "Wow, now I know why you took so long to answer," he said still smiling broadly. "Yeah," I said breathlessly, smiling back at him, "I've been a very busy girl." I had wanted to pull my brother under the water with me and act out the fantasies that just moments ago had sent me into a mind blowing orgasm, but with our parents in the house moving around is was too dangerous. So, somewhat reluctantly, Jake had left the bathroom and I set about finishing off in the shower. When I had rinsed myself off I switched the water and stepped onto the towel I'd left there. After my feet were dry I stepped off the towel and began drying myself off. The soft towel great against my still sensitive skin, I rubbed it over my shins and dragged it up over and around my thighs. The towel inevitably found itself in-between my legs as I ran it over my bare pussy and around my backside. I lightly dried of my stomach and breasts, I gasped a little when the towel passed over my nipples, I was starting to get hot again but there was no time for that. I got my robe off the door and slid it on, the robe tied around the middle and stopped around my thighs. I overlapped the front rather than tying it and brought the towel up to my hair and gently rubbed the surface moisture away, I decided to blow dry it so it didn't look frayed tonight, with the towel draped around my shoulders I left the bathroom and walked into my bedroom Jake's door was closed so I assumed he was in there getting ready, so I dropped the towel on my bed and went to ask him when we would be leaving, I glanced at the clock and saw it was just about 6.10pm. With my robe still overlapped at the front I knocked lightly on his bedroom door. "Jake it's me," I called softly. "When do you want to leave? In fact, where are we going and how are we getting there?" "Come on in sis," he replied. "You don't have to knock when you want to talk to me!" As I turned the handled I glanced down at the spot where, last night, I had secretly watched my own brother masturbate to orgasm. My cheeks flushed red for a moment as I remembered how I had felt when I was crouched down there, spying on my brother and finger fucking myself to my own orgasm. It had felt so wrong at first but afterwards it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Besides anything that gives you an orgasm like the one I had that night can't be wrong! Pushing those thoughts aside for now I opened my brother's door and stepped into his room, once inside I closed the door behind me. Jake had changed out of his dirty clothes and had put on a pair of clean black jeans, he had his back to me looking in his wardrobe, I assumed he was looking for a shirt to wear and some shoes as he was barefoot and topless. He turned around at the sound of the door closing and faced me. For what seemed like ages he stared at his sexy sister, the thought of my younger sibling eyeing me up was very erotic, with more than a hint of naughtiness to boot. "Hi," he said after clearing his throat, he was staring at the hemline of my robe around my sweet, shapely thighs. "Hi yourself," I said, smiling widely as I watched him watching me. I decided to play with him a little bit. I ran my fingers through my damp hair, then trailed my hands down my cheeks, my neck, and down the front of my robe, I opened it very slightly showing a little of my chest just above my breasts. I trailed a single finger down the newly exposed flesh, opening the robe a little further. "Wanna touch?" I asked provocatively, giving him as seductive a look as I could manage. After my little show he was clearly turned on. "Yeah, I do," he answered. He walked up to me, stopping at arms length; he manoeuvred his hands inside my robe, reached around to my bare back and pulled me towards him. As he did my robe fell completely open and my breast pressed against his bare chest as we kissed deeply and passionately. While we were softly kissing his hands ran up and down my back, down to the soft skin of my backside the all the way up to the nape of my neck, as his hands travelled up my body the robe, with nothing to keep it fastened, fell off my shoulders and down my arms, leaving me totally naked in his embrace. I tried to kiss him more passionately but he stopped me and stepped back slightly, his arms still around my naked body. "We can't Stacy, not yet," he said softly. "We'll have to wait until mum and dad are in bed or until we're alone tonight." I knew he was right, and I agreed with him, but the way he had stepped away from me when I tried to take it further had hurt a little, it must have shown in my face because he lifted his hands to my face and lightly stroked my cheek. "It's OK, you didn't do anything wrong, but I don't fancy explaining why my sexy sister is naked and impaled on my dick to our parents," he said softly, and we both started to giggle at the thought of it. I reached down and picked up my robe, putting it on and tying it up this time, we shared another soft kiss then we started talking about our night ahead. "Have you decided what to wear?" He asked, returning to his search in the closet. "Yeah," I replied. "What is it?" "A surprise," I smiled, imagining the look on his face after I was dressed up. "No clues?" He asked, smiling playfully. "No, you'll have to wait, so where are we going?" "There's a few places I know around town, but I think it'll be best if we go somewhere no one knows us," he said. "I thought your friends would be with us?" I asked. "No, it's best we go by ourselves, and then we can get close without anyone knowing we are related." "Good point," I said. "They would think we're crazy" "I don't care what they think," he said with a firmness that made me smile, "but I don't want one of them spreading news that a brother and sister were dancing up close and personal with each other, we could do without that kind of attention." I nodded in agreement, "So where then?" "There's a new club on the other side of town called Rapture, apparently it's usually pretty crowded but we should be able to get in, so even if someone is there that we know they won't see anything we do anyway." "Oh? What exactly wouldn't they see us doing?" I said, smiling again. "It's a surprise." "No clues?" "No chance." We both started giggling again. Then mum knocked on the door and came in, I was suddenly very glad that we had controlled ourselves earlier but still felt as if we'd been caught doing something wrong. Mum smiled at us both and asked when we would be leaving. "About a half hour or so, that OK with you Stace?" Jake said looking at me. "Yeah I guess so; I'll start getting ready in a minute." "Ok, how are you getting there?" Mum continued, "I'm assuming you won't be driving if you'll be drinking." "No, of course not," Jake assured her. "I thought we'd go there on the bus then get a taxi home, that'll be Ok won't it?" He asked looking at me. "Erm...yeah I guess so," I wasn't sure I fancied riding a bus in the outfit I had picked. "Alright then" mum said, satisfied with our answers "any idea when you'll be back?" "No idea," Jake said. "It depends how we feel." "OK, well if you're coming home late don't forget to take your keys with you to let yourselves in, and try not to make too much noise," she said, being motherly. "We will," I said. "Ok then, well have a good time and be careful." "Don't worry mum," Jake said. "We'll be fine, promise." "Ok, see you both later," with that she left us and closed the door behind her. "Bless her," Jake said smiling. "Yeah," I said. I was nervous about the bus ride but I figured I'd be OK, besides it wasn't like I'd be on my own. I kissed my brother goodbye on the lips and went back to my room to begin getting ready for our night out. This was my last chance to back out, to either call the whole night off or swap my dress for a pair of sensible trousers. I had looked in the closet and picked out some black trousers and a nice top, I'd look OK in them I thought. The thing that made me throw them back in the closet was the memory of this morning, when I'd had entered the room wearing the long t-shirt and shorts, I remembered how my brother had stared at my legs, from calves to knees to thighs, I also remembered the reaction I caused in his trousers. Besides I wasn't going out because I wanted to show off my body for a crowd of people, I wanted to dress up for one special person; I wanted to make him desire me, to be turned on by the sight of me. Of course I knew I could wear a bin bag with thick pink overalls and he'd still desire me. I just wanted him to see how much confidence he had given me, and I loved him enough to wear these things for no other reason than to make him that little bit happier. With that decided I sat on the edge of my bed and began brushing my hair while blow drying it. After drying it off I brushed it straight back behind my ears, at its current length, just above my shoulders, there wasn't much I could do with it, I had decided to just let it hang naturally around my neck rather than mess around for ages with it. I got some conditioner cream and squeezed some into my hand, rubbed my hand together and stroked through my hair making it shine a little and adding a sweet perfumed scent to it. Now for make-up, I chose a light pink colour for my lips, it was the kind that made my lips look moist and, according to the label, would smear on anything, such as drinking glasses and other peoples' lips. I had thought about blusher and eyeliner but looking at myself, after putting on the seductive lipstick and taking in to account the way I'd be dressing, I decided to just add a minimal amount of eyeliner and leave the make-up there; I didn't want to look like a whore after all. This way I'd look nice, there would be no point in going for the full works because it would simply make me uncomfortable and I'd have to keep touching it up all night. Happy with my solution I turned around, dropped my robe around my feet and moved on to the clothes. I decided that my panties needed to be sexy ones, after all if the evening went like I hoped; my brother would be seeing them, with that in mind I picked out a pink thong. Normally I don't wear them, which is why it was still in the packaging it was bought in, they always seemed uncomfortable, but tonight was different, tonight *I* was different. I slid into the thong, shuddering slightly as the thin back part settled in between my buttocks, I then paced around slightly and the feeling wasn't as unpleasant as I remembered, I felt like I had more freedom of movement, and when I caught sight of myself in the mirror I was surprised how confident the sexy underwear made me feel. Satisfied with the chosen underwear I walked to my bed and picked up the dress again, after holding it up in front of me and taking a deep breath I stepped into the short, silver garment and pulled it right up over my breasts and fastened it around my neck, then reaching around I pulled the lace across my back hooking it in place so the dress was pulled tighter across my small boobs, looking in the mirror I happily noticed that the dress made my boobs seem a little larger, which added even more confidence, at least until looked in the mirror and at the amount of leg showing. Pulling the dress down, the hemline hung lazily around my upper thighs. This would easily be the most revealing outfit I had ever worn outside the house. My heart jumped as I continued looking at myself, I considered wearing some thin leggings under the dress for trip there and taking them off at the club. Again though, my thoughts returned to this morning and once again it convinced to choose the more daring option. Out of the bottom of my closet I retrieved my shoes; this was an easy decision since I only have one pair of 'going out' shoes. They were black and comfortably fitted over my smallish feet; the heel was quite thick and not very long, no more than 2 inches in height, so I would have no trouble walking to the bus stop or dancing at the club. They fit snugly, like slippers, and still looked nice, much nicer than trainers anyway. With that I was just about ready; I picked up my coat and looked at myself one last time, my lips glistening pink, my blonde hair hanging down around neck, my small waist and my beautifully shaped legs, from my thighs down to the tops of my shoes. I smiled at my reflection then turned to the door and confidently stepped out. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where mum was busy doing a bit of washing up. She turned around and the look on her face was one of total surprise, no doubt she never realized her little girl could look so glamorous. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "you're going to attract a lot of attention dressed like that!" I must have been blushing because she quickly added, "But you look lovely hunny, really you do." "Thanks mum," I replied. "I was a bit nervous but I never really let my hair down and I thought it might be fun to dress up a bit." We both smiled, only women can really appreciate the need to dress up every now and then. Mum turned back to her washing up and I sat down on one of the chairs by the dining table. To ensure my brother got an eyeful I turned the chair to face the kitchen door and sat slightly slouched so my legs stuck out further and crossed them. Eventually the door opened and my brother strode in, he opened his mouth to speak but then he stopped in his tracks, like a cat caught in the headlights of a speeding car. For what seemed like an age he stared at me, he stared at my legs mostly, I turned them slightly so a generous amount of thigh was showing. As I was slightly slouched the hemline of my dress had crept up and now almost my entire lower body was bare for him to drink in. Eventually he found his voice; "Wow Stacy, you look really se... I mean really nice." I beamed at him, smiling widely and giggled, knowing he had almost referred to his older sister as sexy in front of our mother! "Are you ready to go?" he asked. "If we get going now we might catch the 7.15 bus into town." He sounded anxious, like he couldn't wait to be alone with me. "Yeah I'm ready," I said, standing up and arranging my dress again. "How long is it going to take on the bus?" "Shouldn't be too long, no more than 20 minutes," he said with his eyes on my legs again. It was hard to suppress a smile. "Ok then, you look nice as well," I said truthfully. He was wearing a pair of black jeans with black shoes and a nice button up long sleeved shirt, also in black, "Very smart." "Thanks," he said, obviously happy that I approved of his dress sense, no doubt he had gone for those clothes to impress me in much the same way I had dressed to impress him. I picked up my coat and slipped it on, it's a nice black coat that comes down to my backside and has buttons up the front instead of a zip, and walked towards the door with my almost drooling brother following me. "Have a good time you two," mum called after us. "We will," I said looking back and smiling at my brother. "I'm sure we will." With that we opened the front door and stepped out into the night. As soon as we were out of sight, around the corner beside a garage, my brother stopped and pinned me against the brick wall and kissed me with such passion it startled me for a second. His hands were in my hair to start with but soon enough they dropped down and settled on my slender hips. "Sorry about that," he said standing back, "but I couldn't wait another second, you look stunning." I couldn't stop smiling, my whole reason for making such an effort was to illicit just this kind of response, his reaction satisfied me that my effort, and bravery, were much appreciated. "It's ok," I said, still smiling, "you like your sexy sister?" "I love her," was his answer along with another, softer kiss. With our lips pressed together his hands fell down to the hemline of my short dress." I really love her." We broke apart and stepped away from the wall of the garage; I straightened out my dress and pulled my coat closed to guard against the cool breeze. Then, hand in hand, we walked towards the bus stop. "I still can't believe it," I confessed, "how is it that we've gone all our lives without realizing the potential for a real relationship with each other?" "Well who would realize it?" He replied, "I doubt many people would look to their own flesh and blood for that kind of relationship, even if they did I doubt many of them would have the courage to try it. I mean imagine if I had tried it on with you and you had thought of me as disgusting. That kind of rejection would be impossible to get over. That's why I never asked you about it." I felt his grip on my hand tighten slightly. "How long have you felt this way?" I asked. "A very long time, maybe about 4 years." "Seriously?" "Yeah." "Wow, I had no idea," I said regretfully, although the thought of my little brother wanting me for all that time was more than a little exciting. How many fantasies had I starred in? How many litres of cum had he let loose while thinking about me? "Well you've got me now," I said, squeezing his hand, "and we can do anything we want together." "Plus if we got married," he said smiling, "you wouldn't have to change your last name!" That started us both laughing. "So, now you've got me, what are you going to do with me?" I said with a flirty smile. "I'm sure I'll think of something," he said. The bus shelter was empty when we arrived so we sat beside each other on the small bench inside and waited for the bus. Jake glanced at his watch and informed me the bus should be here in around 5 minutes. While we sat and chatted to each other I felt his hand on my leg just south of the edge of my dress. He casually stroked it, working his way from my thigh to my knee and back again. As his hand glided up towards my thigh again a small shudder ran through me, we had stopped talking now, as if the act of touching, and being touched, needed quiet concentration. "Your skin feels so soft," he said, almost in a whisper. "You're so beautiful Stacy." With that he leant in close to me and we kissed again. Our tongues met and softly ran over one another, as if they were locked in a slow, intimate dance. He continued to stroke my thigh and still, little by little, worked his hand further up until it disappeared under my dress. I let out another shudder, partly because of the erotic feeling that was flowing through me and partly because his hand felt cold against the warm flesh of my inner thigh. I decided that I should do some exploring of my own and allowed my hand to drop down his body, feeling my way down his chest, stomach, waist, right down to the top of his own thigh and between his legs where I could feel something very stiff encased in his jeans. I felt him hold his breath slightly while I gently dragged my fingers along the length of his penis, then it was my turn to gasp because his fingers had found their way to the front of my underwear. He pressed lightly against the thin, silky material, only this small barrier stood between my brother's fingertips and my most intimate area. My breathing became shallower and my legs began to part, allowing him better access, but then his hand was gone and our lips were parted. "The bus is here," he said while rising from the bench. I stood up quickly and composed myself as best I could in the few seconds before the bus stopped. We were both breathless and I felt pretty embarrassed, although I was certain no one had seen our sordid display. The bus stopped by the shelter and Jake led the way through the opening doors. My brother paid the fare for us both and we walked down the aisle of the bus. There was an old couple sitting at the back, apart from them the bus was empty, this is only the second stop on the bus route so it was unsurprising to see the lack of people. We sat on the 3rd row of the bus with Jake against the window and me on the aisle side of our seat. Taking advantage of the lack of people around us my brother's hand, once again, was in between my legs cupping the inside of my left thigh with his right hand. He turned to me and a mischievous grin appeared on his lips. Touching and kissing outside when nobody was about was one thing, but doing it on a public bus where anyone might see us was quite different. I put my hand on his and gently eased it away from my damp underwear. Stacy's Story Ch. 03 "We can't," I said, quickly turning my head to make sure the old couple hadn't realized my brothers hand was under my dress, if they had seen anything they weren't showing it. "It's ok," he said, still with a lustful look in his eyes, "no one can see." "But if someone gets on..." "Ok, let's change places, that way no one will be able to see you because I'll be in the way." I thought for a moment, I was turned on, very turned on, and I wanted to feel his hands on me again but I was also terrified of being caught which, if I'm honest, turned me on more. "Ok," I heard myself say. With that decided he stood up and I slid in behind him, next to the window, and he sat where I had been. My heart was racing; it was exciting enough just having my brother touch me, but having it done on a public bus was on another level entirely. Just as we settled into our new positions, with Jake's left hand now resting on my right leg, the doors closed and the bus pulled away. I settled back into the seat and tried to relax, my legs were slightly apart, normally they'd be crossed but I didn't want to hinder my brother's exploration. I stared towards the front of the bus in almost a dream-like state, concentrating on the feeling of the warm hand sliding under my little silver dress. Jake shifted his position so his left arm ran along the back of the seat, behind my head, and he turned slightly towards me. Now, with his right hand, he continued to touch up his older sister. Now he was more comfortable he could easily access my whole body and I was at his mercy. He started back down at my knee and slid his hand right up my leg; the tension was building inside me, my heart still pounding. The bus, the driver, the old couple, everything just melted away and all that existed was the feeling. His hand was under my dress again and this time he wasn't stopping, his fingertips reached my sexy underwear and then, with a gentleness that almost made me cry out, he moved the silky barrier to one side and touched the moist skin beneath. I was close to a massive orgasm already, not quite at the brink yet but the pressure was building steadily. His fingers delicately slide over the lips of my pussy, rubbing a finger up and down the length of my slit, at one point he grazed my clitoris which sent a shiver through my entire body. He wasn't going to slow down now, he must have know that he had me totally under his spell, my body reacting to every touch of my little brother. His fingers were slick with my juices now, his hand gliding over me and moving closer to my sweet opening. Sensing his intent, I raised my left leg slightly to open myself up, ready to accept him into my body. Even though I was expecting it, it still made me gasp when his index finger entered me, the wetness around his hand made it easy to slide in and out of me, so easy in fact that I soon felt a second finger inside me. The feeling of my brother slowly fucking me with his fingers, coupled with the location of our encounter, sent me to the very brink of my orgasm. My body was tense and it felt like my pussy was leaking all around my brother's hand. I was so close, so very close, then the bus stopped, when it did we lurched forward which drove his two fingers right up inside me, further than before. The feeling was exquisite and all I needed was a final thrust, one last touch, but it wasn't to be, my brother's hand had left my body and the doors to the bus had opened. I sat back again, still on the very brink of a massive orgasm, and tried to look composed as a torrent of people began pouring onto the bus. The bus was almost full now and there were people sat in front and behind us, there were two last passengers, teenage girls on a night out, and the door closed and we began to move. I was still excruciatingly close to my orgasm, even with all these people, but then I was forced to put the feeling to one side as one of the teenage girls seemed to recognise my brother. "Hiya Jake!" she said smiling, "I thought it was you!" "Oh, hi Samantha," Jake responded. "How are you?" "I'm great thanks, just on a girls night with Jenny." She gestured towards the other young looking girl she had got on board with, "there's a new club that just opened in town, we're gonna see who we can find to buy us drinks and dance with us!" She laughed and then stepped back a bit and looked towards me and I got a proper look at her. She was stunning, no other word for it. She looked young, not much over 16; although I was sure she was over 18. She was wearing a thin white coat that was hanging open showing off her body. She had a red bikini-like top on that looked like a bra except in between her moderately sized breasts there was a red bow which made it look like the top had been tied up there, under her bra, her midriff was totally bear, from where the top ended over her breasts right down to the top of her pleated red satin mini skirt, the skirt's hemline finished what could only be a few inches below her pussy. She looked like an advertisement for sex, her curly long blonde hair that fell in a cascade around her face and down to the middle of her back made me more than a little envious. "Is this your date for the night?" Samantha asked, smiling brightly at me. "Yeah," he said. "This is Stacy, Stacy this is Samantha, I knew her brother at college." "Nice to meet you," I lied. "You look lovely." "Aw thank you, you look beautiful; I wish my legs were that long!" Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. We exchanged smiles and then the bus began to pull away so she said goodbye to us both and went to sit with her friend. I realized then that Jake hadn't referred to me as his sister. "She seems nice," I said. "Did you...go with her?" I regretted asking that question straight away but I couldn't stop myself. "No," he said laughing. "I'm not her type, believe me." "What do you mean?" I asked. "She's a lesbian; didn't you notice how she was checking you out?" A wave of relief washed over me. "No, I had no idea," I said smiling. Then I turned around to where she was sitting and saw her smiling at me; I smiled back and turned around again. My brother touched me on my thigh again and suddenly I realized that my body was still incredibly sensitive, so much so that his touch made me gasp in surprise. His right hand was under my dress again. "Now, where were we?" He asked with a wicked smile returning to his lips. Oh god he wanted to finish me off, right here in the middle of a packed bus. "We can't," I gasped worriedly. But I needed to orgasm, I ached for it. "I know," he said. "But we will." With that he planted a kiss on my lips and his hand returned to my aching pussy. I was wet again and he slid two fingers deep inside me. "Ohhh...god..." I whispered. Then it happened. On the crowded bus with, my brother's fingers inside me, my orgasm powered through my body, my soaked pussy tightened around its invaders as my body tensed up. My backside left my seat slightly, my body acting without any instruction from me. I wanted to scream, oh god I wanted to cry out at the top of my voice but I knew I had to stay quiet. Then it was over. The waves of pleasure eventually subsided and all the tension left my body. I felt like I was glowing, I let loose a sigh of contentment and my head lolled against my brother's shoulder. His left arm was around my shoulders and for the rest of the journey he held me close. As time went on I began to recover my strength, the realization of what I had just done, climaxed on a crowded pubic bus with my siblings hand between my legs, swept through me. I should have been ashamed at such an act, exhibitionism and incest, but in truth it served only to excite me more. I sat up straight under my own power at last and arranged my clothes, frequently with both of us breaking into fits of giggles. A few moments later we had arrived at our stop. We stood up and waited in the aisle for the bus to come to a halt, I was behind my brother holding on to the back of a chair for support. When the bus did stop and the doors opened we began walking to the front and just as I stepped off the bus I felt a hand sneak up the back of my dress and squeeze a buttock. At first I thought it was Jake but then I realized it couldn't have been him as he was still in front of me. I turned around and there behind me was Samantha grinning widely! "Was real nice meeting you," she said. "Have a good night," and before I could say a word she turned and linked arms with her friend, Jenny, and disappeared around the corner. All I could do was smile after her; she glanced back around the corner briefly and saw me smiling which made her grin once more and wink at me. Then she was gone. Hand in hand we walked towards Rapture, the new club my brother was taking me to, and I noticed how dark it was, it was only around 8.30 but the darkness made it feel like it was much later. When we arrived I was relived to see that there wasn't a queue outside like I had seen outside some of the other clubs, I guess because it wasn't as well known yet. The numbness from my climax had only just started to give way and I noticed a chill in the air, another reason to be glad of the quick entry into the club. The first thing I noticed as we entered was the heat, it washed over my body and made me feel slightly faint, but I soon became acclimatised to the temperature. We walked in to a huge open area; there was a large wooden dance floor that took up about 70% of the floor space on which there must have been more than 150 people dancing to the loud music. They were playing something with a heavy beat which vibrated through the floor and up my body. The remaining space was taken up with a large carpeted area that was like a long strip along the side of the dancing area, on this strip was the bar which ran almost the length of the room and a large amount of tables and chairs and, up against the remaining wall space there was a long bench with padded seats and a cushiony back rest. Right at the back of the room there was a corridor on which there were signs indicating that the restrooms were at the end of the passageway. We made our way towards the bar and Jake ordered each of us a bottle of some foreign lager-type drink. We took our drinks and went to sit down on the padded bench next to each other, there was a small table there, which we set our drinks on and swung our legs under. For a while we sat there watching the people dance and slowly drank our beverages. It tasted nice enough, although I doubt people buy the drink for the taste as much as the alcohol content. "What do you think?" Jake shouted to me, his voice barely audible over the noise of the music and the other noise of people laughing, shouting and dancing. "It's ok," I shouted back. "It's really hard to hear you though!" Jake smiled and for a while we made small talk and finished our drinks. "Shall we have a go at dancing?" Jake asked. "I don't know," I responded. "I don't know how! I've never danced in a place like this; shall we have another drink first?" I was trying to do two things, firstly I wanted to stall the embarrassment of trying to dance and, secondly, I felt that if I *was* going to be on the dance floor then I needed some more courage, in liquid form. With a smile Jake agreed and quickly we were both working on our second bottle. Ashamedly, by the time I had finished my second bottle, I was feeling rather tipsy. I had barely eaten all day and the alcohol had obviously found its way to my head. Feeling slightly intoxicated my inhibitions subsided and I at last agreed to accompany my brother to the dance floor. I took comfort in the fact that as there were so many people around us it was less likely anyone would take any notice of us. We draped our coats over our table and we walked towards the wooden section of the floor. We walked onto the dancing area and quickly we were swallowed up by the crowd. I mimicked the actions of the other girls around me with my arms in the air and trying desperately to move my feet in a way that might be considered rhythmic. I felt incredibly foolish but I was happy to see that my brother was also struggling with the dance moves. We ended up in fits of laughter and all we managed was a 'bopping' action which, although helped us blend in, was nonetheless ridiculous looking, and the realization of that sent us into even more laughter. Then the music changed and the lighting became low, the club was shrouded in soft, dark colours. Reds, blues, greens and purples fell over the dancers and a slow song began playing. The mood of the place changed entirely and those around us stopped their manic dancing and instead used soft and slow movements. My brother and I stopped laughing and moved in to each others arms. My head rested on his shoulder and his hands ran over my bare back. For what felt like a long time we slowly moved with the music, it was a beautiful, perfect moment. I raised my head off his shoulder and looked deep into my sibling's eyes. I could see his passion, his love for me in those dark eyes, I moved in closer to him and that safeness, the kind I had felt one night ago when he had sat on my bed with his arms around me, came flooding back. Our lips were mere centimetres apart from each other and after I could wait no more I leant in and we shared the most passionate, beautiful kiss. As they had earlier tonight, our tongues met, but this time it was much slower, earlier it had been about lust, this time it was pure love. Nothing in the world mattered more than our dance, our purest expression yet of our love, of what we were and what we always intended to be, as if the kiss was our solemn promise to be with each other, like this, forever, and with that affirmation we danced on. After a few more minutes the lights lifted and the crowd burst into applause, we joined in the clapping too and then made our way back to our table with a quick stop at the bar. "That was great," I said to him. The word 'great' was an understatement but it was the best I could come up with on the spot. "Yeah it was," he agreed. For the next half hour we indulged in more small talk, and drinking, until I began to feel the need to go to the bathroom. "I'm going to the toilet," I said standing up. "Yeah me too," Jake responded. We walked together down the long corridor and went into our separate restrooms. I glanced at a clock on the wall and realized we had been in the club longer that I thought; it was now almost 9.45. Along one wall of the bathroom was on long mirror with five separate sinks set into the large marble table below it. On the other wall were seven cubicles, I went to the first cubicle and locked the door behind me. While I was in there I heard the door open and close a couple of times and I heard some the voices of girls, some of which had slurred speech indicating they had drunk a little too much. I was feeling tipsier now after my third drink of the evening, not roaring drunk by any means. I felt warm and my senses were pleasantly numbed. As I sat in my cubicle my thoughts returned to earlier that night on the bus. I smiled dreamily as I remembered the feelings that had surged through me, how my orgasm had torn through my slender body in full view of a bus full of strangers. I wondered if anyone had seen us and, predictably, that thought turned me on. I had never thought of myself as any kind of exhibitionist, indeed before the events of the last days I had been decidedly an introvert. This was totally out of character for me, but here on this night, with my brother, my *lover*, I was a different person. Bold, daring, sexy and, of course, totally in love. I cleaned myself up and flushed the toilet but instead of leaving the cubicle I lowered the lid of the toilet and sat back down, I wanted to stay for a moment longer and continue my train of thought. I could feel myself getting turned on again just thinking about the nights events. I realized that my hand had found its way to my right breast and was gently stroking the thin, silvery material that covered it. I wanted to unhook the lace that ran around my back so I could slip my hand under my dress to fondle the flesh of my breast but instead I stood up. I couldn't do this here and now, besides my brother might be waiting for me outside. Just as I was about to unlock my door I heard voices from the corridor outside the bathroom. It sounded like Jake and a female voice, though I couldn't be sure. I heard the door open again and someone walked past my cubicle and into one of the others. I heard the click of the lock on the other door just as I opened my door and stepped out into the now deserted bathroom. I walked across to the sinks and checked my reflection in the long wall mirror while I washed my hands. I combed my wet hands through my hair to lay it down flat; the heat in the club had caused it to fray slightly and stand out a bit. Still with my eyes on my reflection I checked out my appearance, my dress still was as it should be although the pressure on my breasts had begun to make them ache slightly. As I was alone here I quickly unhooked the lace at the back of my dress. The relief was surprising; I hadn't realized how restrictive the dress had been over my chest. With my hands still damp I slipped them, one on each side, into the gap between my skin and the dress which had opened up as a result of untying the lace. I lightly caressed my smallish breasts trying to relive the ache further. I noticed that my nipples were now erect, no doubt from my thoughts earlier as well as the soft touch from my moist hands. While I gently rubbed them I also noticed that my pussy was becoming wet again. I was turning myself on right here in the public bathroom. Anyone could have walked in and caught me fondling my breasts and yet I didn't stop. Maybe the drink was having more effect on me than I thought but it felt so good that I didn't want to stop. My breath came in a series of shallow gasps through my slightly parted lips. Every touch on my sensitive breasts and nipple sent shivers of pleasure through me and again I reverted to a dream like state. Then a loud noise startled me, after a second or two I realized it was the sound of a toilet flushing followed by the click of a lock. My hands were still on my bare breasts, under my dress and just as the door opened I turned back to face the sink and brought my hands out. There wasn't time to do up the lace again before the girl came out. I knew she was out of the cubicle now, I had heard the door open just as I had turned around. Now footsteps came up behind me then stopped. Was she staring at me? "Well hello there Stacy," came a voice I immediately recognised. To confirm it I turned around and, sure enough, Samantha looked into my eyes with a huge smile on her lips. This was going to be interesting to say the least! "Samantha! What are you doing here?" I blurted out "Don't you remember?" She asked. "I told you I was going to a new club." Of course! I should've picked up on that when she said it on the bus, but then again, I was in the middle of being fingered to a massive climax by my younger brother. "Yeah I remember now," I said. "I didn't realize you meant *this* club." Samantha was no longer wearing the coat she had on the bus, she looked just as sexy as I remembered in her tiny red skirt and skimpy top, I was looking her up and down unconsciously and had to stop myself, focusing on her pretty face and smile it seemed obvious that not only had she noticed me staring but that she was loving it. She stepped towards me, quickly closing the gap between us, my god she was going to kiss me! This young, beautiful girl wanted to kiss me. Her arm was outstretched and she placed her hand on waist, she was close to me now. Her lips, still smiling, were inches away from my own. I could smell her perfume, an intoxicating sense that was a million times more effective than the alcohol I had consumed. I wanted to kiss her, oh god I *ached* to feel her soft lips on mine, but then I thought of my brother, I couldn't do this, it would be a betrayal, I couldn't do it to him, I loved him too much. Her lips were centimetres away from my own but at the last moment I backed away.