11 comments/ 34828 views/ 55 favorites Monday Mayhem By: Monday Mayhem She gently turned the cold on and got in. The water felt strange on her body. Its skin was not nearly as soft and sensitive as she was used to. She grabbed her usual shampoo and soaped up, liking how easily Sean's hair was to wash. She took a look down at herself and wondered "How the hell can he not be good in bed? This body is so much nicer than Tony's or Henry's." She admired the hard chest and rippling stomach muscles, and she was much better hung than that premature ejaculating dickhead Tony, too. She flexed her arms and thought, "Ok, this is weird, I'm turned on by myself, and I look like my brother." She unthinkingly grabbed her girl's soap and washed quickly. She used the washcloth to wash her penis, and shivered at the feeling. It thickened and became semi-erect. "Damn, that thing is sensitive! How do they control this thing?" She wondered. Turning the water to cold shrank it back to normal. She dried off and wrapped the large towel around her chest and body. "Sean!" He walked in and smirked at the feminine look of the towel. Shannon realized and laughed, "Sorry, habit. Can you help me shave? I'm afraid I might cut your face." He agreed and sprayed some Edge on his hand, then rubbed it around as Shannon stood still with her eyes closed. He stepped closer and was a bit unnerved to feel the heat radiating from Shannon's chest through his own camisole, and his nipples reacted. "Get a grip," he thought to himself. He grabbed a new blade and started the hot water, then carefully grabbed his own body by the neck. "Hold still." He scraped the whiskers off carefully, not used to doing this backward. Finally done, he grabbed a hand towel and rubbed the remaining foam off as Shannon half smiled back at him. Sean curiously sniffed his own scent, but found it not as masculine as expected. "Why do I smell like strawberries?" Shannon finally realized her mistake with the soap, groaned and said, "Screw it, it's too late to take another shower." She felt weird looking at her own face in reverse, and noticed Sean looked really freaked out. "What's wrong?" "I don't know if I can do this." "What, take a shower?" "Yes, Christ, I don't want to see or touch any more of your body than I already have, you're my sister." "I agree, this is really frickin' awkward, you better keep your hands off me. Wait, I mean you!" "Every time you say something I feel like I just spoke out loud, this is driving me nuts." "Me, too. Here, use this." She handed him a big loofah. "Keep your eyes closed at all times, please! I can undress you and guide you into the shower if you need me to." "What?" The thought of his body in a towel touching her body while it was naked was making him squirm with discomfort and other inappropriate feelings, no matter whose mind was in whose body. Shannon didn't seem to find herself so sexual, but then again she was not a boy whose mind automatically went to sex every few seconds. "Hey, I see that body every day, its nothing special to me. You're just lucky I just finished my period 3 days ago. And I shaved my legs and stuff yesterday." "Thank God for that, it was hard enough just to go and pee in the other bathroom while you were in the shower. Do all girls trim down there like that?" "It's called a landing strip, and I have to keep it trimmed for dancing. I hope to God we get switched back before it needs another trim, or I'm going to die of embarrassment." "Yeah, I guess Erica was trimmed sort of like that... Oh shit, what am I, I mean you, going to do with Erica?" "Hey, you and she have been dating about a month, right? I'll just cool her down for a few days until we figure this out." Shannon panicked when she realized she was supposed to go for her third date with Adam that very night, but she didn't tell Sean yet, knowing he would shit a brick. This latest thought made her shudder again at the thought of the embarrassing trips to the can they would be taking if this situation did not resolve itself soon. Sean turned on the shower, then closed eyes and pulled off the camisole top. It caught on his unfamiliar breasts and he stumbled for a second, making Shannon laugh. He finally got the top off and slid the matching shorts and panties off together. Shannon was surprised to find herself admiring her own hotness from the male body she was in. "What is wrong with me?" she thought. She went off to throw on some of his clothes. His room was somewhat messy, but she found his usual jeans and t-shirt and button-down combo. She was surprised to realize that her penis had to be positioned to one side or the other of Sean's boxers, and let it hang to the right for now. She pulled the rest of his boring clothes on, thinking, "Ok, I'm no clothes horse, but he really needs to shop more." Sean felt his way into the shower with loofah in hand. Then he tried his best to wash without touching himself anywhere with his hands or opening his eyes. He successfully got his sister's body reasonably clean with the loofah and liquid soap, but then realized he had a long cascade of unwashed wet red hair going halfway down his back. "Why is your hair so damn long?" he called. "Shut up and deal, guys can have long hair too!" He grabbed the mass of curls and piled it on his head like a shampoo commercial, then opened his eyes and tried not to stare at his wet, perfect breasts while pouring 3 times his usual amount of shampoo in his soft palm. He closed his eyes again and worked the lather through, sighing silently at the pleasurable feeling. The warm rinse cascaded down his front and back, and for a moment he pictured himself in his own body, standing there slowly washing his sister's hair as she leaned that dancer's ass back against his erection. He felt his nipples contract and shivered at the strange daydream, accidentally knocking a bottle off the shelf. "Are you ok in there?" "Yeah, water turned cold for a sec, I'll be right out." Still with his eyes closed, he turned off the water and asked her for a towel. She handed him a large one and said "Careful, bro, and try to keep those eyes shut!" He dried as best he could while she went and got some panties and a bra. Unfortunately the towel did very little to prevent his feeling himself up. Shannon came back. "Step into these." He lifted one leg, felt the silkiness of the fabric caress one thigh, and then carefully lifted his other leg while Shannon knelt and slipped the other foot into the panties. Sean pulled the panties up, and he nearly shivered as the cool silk touched his labia. Shannon was confused. The act of handling her own panties and putting them on her own body was somehow giving her butterflies in her stomach. Apparently the body she was in had its own ideas about whether it was ok to be around her naked former self. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a centering breath. "Good. Ok, hold your arms out." She hooked the bra around his chest and positioned the cups. Sean squirmed yet again as the cups rubbed his nipples. "Ok, slide your arms into the straps carefully." "This feels weird." "All right, open your eyes." "But I'm still not dressed!" "Pretend I'm wearing a bikini like any other girl!" "I'm not sure that is going to help, we haven't gone swimming together since we were 13." "But you've been at my dance recitals since then! I wore tight revealing stuff there too." "Sorry, I have to admit I was on my phone and not paying much attention, sis." "Typical brother, feel the love! Look, we have 45 minutes to get you dressed and do your hair and get to school, so open your eyes!" Sean opened one eye slowly, then the other, and looked down. "Nuts!" he thought. She had put him in black lacy underwear, of all the humiliating things to dress a guy in! He glanced up in the mirror and gulped, "Umm..." "What's wrong?" Shannon asked. "My god she is hot!" he thought, marveling at the playboy centerfold starting back in the mirror, then shook his head and tried to banish the thought. "Couldn't you have grabbed a jog bra and some exercise shorts?" "Sorry, habit again, I didn't even consider that. We'll do that tomorrow, no time now." "Can I finish getting dressed first, this is making me a bit uncomfortable." "After we dry your hair a bit, otherwise you'll just soak your shirt. Close your eyes if you have to." Sean didn't want to tell her, but he could not have stopped staring if his life depended on it. He had been ignoring his sister for a while, not really seeing her behind her usual glasses. The large, tilted green eyes with gold flecks gazed back from the mirror, taking in high cheekbones and a few light freckles on otherwise finely textured skin like he had not had since he was 8 years old. The mouth had full lips and a delicate jawline. He turned his head slowly from side to side to see his new profile and nose that was shaped like his, but slightly smaller. He remembered that his grandmother had been a lovely redhead, still beautiful at 65 before she passed away, but he had never considered what Shannon would turn out to look like when they were younger. Shannon grabbed the hair dryer and went to work with the brush. It felt strange at first to be touching her own hair with someone else's hands, but she quickly got used to it and even joked in a French accent, "Does mademoiselle want a mani-pedi when Pierre is finished with ze hair?" "Very funny." Sean tried not to keep looking down at the gorgeous body barely concealed by the bra and panties. "How can any guys think she is a prude? I could dress this body in a potato sack and cover this face with dirt and it would still be hot!" he thought. "Tony and Henry must have been fucking morons to let this package go." Hair finally dry and styled in Shannon's usual tight bun, Sean grabbed her glasses and followed Shannon into her room. Shannon looked quickly into her closet. "Shit!" She exclaimed. "What?" "Well, I wanted to put you in jeans, you definitely don't want a long skirt, but I think Mom ignored the laundry in favor of packing this week." "So, I see several pair still hanging there." "These are all my real size." "What's wrong with that?" "They'll show my ass and legs. In case you haven't noticed, I don't do that at school these days." "Well, that's your thing, I don't understand it, but I'm not sure how to help. We need to get going soon." "I know, you can wear this pullover, its long enough to hang down and at least cover some of it." "Fine. I suppose I have to wear one of your hats, too" "Yes, I don't like those guys staring at my hair." "I'm going to die of heat stroke, wearing a hat when its 80 degrees out." "That body doesn't get hot like this one apparently does, you'll be fine." She quickly grabbed the items and he put them on and she helped tuck his hair up into the hat. "These jeans are snug." "They're from last year, so they should still fit pretty well, a bit too well, actually." They stood for a moment and looked at each other critically. "Are we good?" "God no, but this will have to do. Here, don't forget this," she handed him a pill. "What's this?" "My birth control, dummy. Gotta take them every morning." "How long have you had these?" "It's not a secret, mom thought I should have them as soon as I got old enough to possibly, you know." They each grabbed a cereal bar and rushed out of the house. "I'm driving, you drive too slowly," Sean claimed. Shannon shrugged, "Just don't get me a ticket, sir speedy." They discussed the history test along the way, but it would piece of cake for her because she had learned the information last semester in an AP class. "Is the fact that I'm right handed and you're left handed a problem?" Shannon asked. "I don't think so, we type so much of our work these days, just scribble anything else and tell them you sprained your wrist if someone asks." Sean said, thinking on his feet. Locker information traded, she reminded him she had gym class tomorrow, not today. "Wait, I might get to change in the girls' locker room? You just made my day!" "Hey, perv, calm down. Try not to get me a reputation as a lesbian, please!" She realized that Sean usually had practice later that day, too, and smirked as she thought, "Hey, two can play at that game, I might get to see Oliver in the locker room." Her damn penis twitched at the thought, and she again wondered how guys control these things. Erica came up from behind and hugged Shannon, who jumped. "Hey stud!" "Hi, you, I mean, uh, sweet thing." Shannon had heard Sean call her that before. Erica smiled, then she wrinkled her nose. "Why do you smell like strawberries?" "Sorry, got up late and grabbed the wrong shampoo this morning." "It does smell nice. Maybe you should ask your sister to let you keep using it!" Erica laughed. She paused expectantly. "Well?" "Well, what?" "Where is my kiss, dummy?" "Oh," Shannon cringed inwardly, but knowing that Adam was going to show up that evening and probably expect her brother to kiss him, she relented a bit on her plan to give Erica the temporary cold shoulder. Maybe she could even salvage some of Sean's rep. Shannon stepped close, raised her hands and gently took hold of Erica's neck, hands carefully caressing her hairline and erogenous zones around her ears. The delicacy of her touch was totally unlike anything Sean usually managed. Erica felt herself pulled into the kiss, which began with a light touch of the lips, then another, and then the tip of her boyfriend's tongue stroking along her lips. She opened her mouth and melted into his hard body as he dropped his left hand down her front, lightly skimming her breast as it came to rest on her hip. As the kiss deepened and their tongues met, Shannon moved the left hand around the girl's hip to the small of her back, spreading her new longer fingers to encompass part of her round ass and press the cheerleader's body even harder against her. It felt strange to be kissing from above, and to have her partner smell of feminine perfume. Erica felt her boyfriend's hands working gently along her skin in concert with his lips and tongue. Both his fingertips and lips seemed to be softer than usual due to the additional control Shannon was exercising. The brunette swayed a bit as the kiss continued and her knees weakened. "Wow!" she thought. "Has he been practicing? What has gotten into Mr. Couldn't-find-my-clit-with-a-flashlight? He is kissing like a pro." After about 30 seconds, Shannon stopped the kiss, which had become a bit too hot and heavy for school. "Do all girls kiss that well?" she wondered for a moment. Then she recovered, "I gotta run, got a history test to study for." "Ok, I'll talk to you at lunch. Get another one of these new kisses ready for me!" Erica was sincere about that for the first time since they had started dating. Adam walked along the hallway towards Shannon's locker. He saw her from a distance, and paused. Something was different. Were those new jeans? He walked closer, and saw the girl open the locker and reach up to the top with both hands for something. Her pullover lifted and a firm, finely shaped bottom was revealed. Adam whistled under his breath. Several other guys in the hall also automatically noticed the fine ass as they were ambling along, and a minor scrum ensued as three of them walked right into each other while not paying attention to where they had been going. Unaware of the commotion he was causing, Sean found the pen he was looking for and popped it into Shannon's book bag. "Damn lockers got taller since yesterday," he thought. Adam came up from behind Sean and put his left arm around the redhead's shoulders. Without thinking, Sean grabbed his index finger and twisted it quickly around while turning into the hold, and Adam found himself slammed face first against the wall with his left arm twisted up behind him. "Whoa, what the heck?" "Oh, dude, sorry about that!" Sean said as he released the much larger man. "Why are you calling me dude?" "Sorry, uh, Adam, bad habit from my brother I guess." "Did he teach you whatever-that-was, too? I heard he is into martial arts." "Yeah, I've picked up a few things. I'm a lethal weapon that way." Sean heard himself speak and thought "Jesus, I'm actually flirting, this seems kinda gay." Adam grinned at the girl before him, "I think you'd be lethal to guys even without the fighting moves, babe." Sean smiled up at Shannon's new boyfriend, but stepped back quickly to prevent having to kiss him. "Uh, I'm running late, we didn't get here until just now. See you!" Misty grabbed Sean right after he parted from Adam. "Hey, girl, what's shaking? Got your paper done, or were you up all night thinking about Adam and fingering yourself?" "Misty, gross! Of course my paper is done. I suppose yours is done, too, since you can't seem to find a boy of your own?" Sean hoped this sort of teasing was ok between girls. Apparently it was. "Hey, I'm just waiting for your brother to notice me, beyotch. You could be a friend and put in a good word for me next time he is between cheerleaders, you know." "Is she serious?" Sean thought. He looked the girl up and down: shorter than his usual type, but cute and voluptuous as well. "Dangerous curves," he thought, then said, "Hey, I guess I can't help you overcome your poor taste in men, so I'll be sure to mention you if I get a chance." Shannon passed the history test easily, but found it difficult to write legibly with her bad hand. She hoped Sean did not lose any points because the teacher could not read her answers. She also took note of the many girls who looked at her new features with varying expressions of speculation, pity, humor and just plain lust. She was forced to wonder whether her brother paid any attention at all to what was going on around him. Surely he had known something was up before she told him? Sean found it a bit more difficult to get through Shannon's classes. The teachers seemed to expect him to raise his hand and answer questions intelligently like his sister would, even calling on him a few times when no one else volunteered. In those cases, he answered wrongly or vaguely, which got him some strange looks. Misty's eyebrows were raised at times, something else for him to worry about. It got to the point where he was staring down at his desk and praying for the teacher to ignore him. Sean was able to relax a bit with Misty at lunch since Adam had not started sitting with Shannon yet, wanting to keep their relationship quiet due to Kristen's wrath. The mischievous blonde kept up her jokes and catty snarking the whole time, making him laugh. So far this was the only fun part of the entire day. He could see Shannon sitting nearby with at his usual table, making small talk with the guys. After school, Shannon walked to Sean's martial arts dojo while he took the car home. She had decided to maintain his routine as best she could. As she changed into a uniform in the locker room, Oliver came in smiling. "Sean, what's up?" Shannon's pulse increased a bit. She watched surreptitiously as he stripped off his shirt and pants, showing great six-pack abs and nice pecs with just a bit of dark hair on them. She got a glimpse of what seemed to be quite a bulge up front, but his boxers made it hard to tell more at a glance. She turned away as he finished dressing and headed out to train. "This is going to be a fiasco, but at least the calisthenics will be easy in this body," she thought. An hour later, Shannon was pleasantly surprised to find her body somehow remembered the correct strikes, blocks, and holds that the instructor was drilling them on. She could easily participate if she didn't think about it too much. Apparently this stuff was drilled down into Sean's body until it could never forget. She was thrilled at the speed and power of her new body, and felt a bit giddy after doing 40 pull-ups in a row without breathing hard. Monday Mayhem Afterwards, she and Oliver went back into the high-belt locker room together. They were the only ones finishing at that time, so the room was empty. She pulled off her uniform as Oliver stripped down. "Good workout, but you seemed a bit off your game today!" Oliver smiled and she shivered a bit with longing. She should have expected this, but she was surprised when he dropped his boxers while facing her. "Oh my god!" she thought. His penis hung down at least 5 inches, dangling thickly past a heavy scrotum. She found herself mesmerized for a few seconds in awe, totally violating men's locker room etiquette, before quickly turning away and dropping her own underwear. Oliver had never seen Sean react like this, and wondered what was going on. Oliver had fantasized quite a bit about him in a bicurious way. He couldn't decide between boys and girls yet, and hot guys like Sean definitely weren't helping him try to fit in the high school hetero mainstream. "Was Sean finally noticing him?" Oliver wondered. They headed into the showers together while Oliver tried not to stare at Sean's rippling back and buttocks. In the shower, it just got worse, each one trying not to get caught looking but unable to help it. Their usual banter had dried up to an uncomfortable, sexually charged silence. Shannon struggled between the urge to wash quickly and flee versus getting more glances at the body she had long fantasized about on sleepless nights. Finally Oliver was done and started toweling off. Shannon dressed in record time, trying to think of something to say to break the tension. "Did you watch the MMA fight last Tuesday?" Oliver grinned, "Yeah, Martinez really kicked ass. That was a great kick in the third round. Who were you rooting for?" Shannon realized she had no idea who actually fought, just that her brother had been camped on the couch yelling at the TV. "Martinez, I guess." Trying to retreat quickly and without thinking clearly, by habit she hugged Oliver goodbye like a girl and practically ran out the door. Oliver stared at his departing friend with confusion. Sean confronted Shannon as she strolled through the door. "How come you never told me Misty likes me?" "What? You're kidding! Or she is kidding." "I'm not sure. She brought it up at school earlier and on the ride home as well. Does she joke about guys a lot?" "Sometimes, but she hasn't gone out with anyone in quite a while, so I've been worried about her. If she does like you, that would explain a lot, except for her poor taste in guys." "Very funny." "Do you like her, too? I thought you and Erica were a hot item." "Erica is hot, cheerleaders do turn me on, but she can also be pretty bitchy and demanding. I've never really looked at Misty. She is very attractive, sure, but I didn't want to risk any problems with your best friend at our new school." "Aww, that's the sweetest thing you've said in a long time." "Yeah, well, we may not get along all the time, but I've always got your back. I've been wishing there was some way for me as a guy to take down Kristen so she'll stop tormenting you with the rest of the girls. I've had a few words with Tony, too, but I don't want to get suspended for ripping his head off." "Thanks for Tony, but with Kristen, I think your chivalry is a bit of a sham, bro, I know you still want to get in her pants, just like every other guy." Sean looked at the workout bag Shannon was carrying. "You went to my gym?" "Yeah, why?" "But you don't know the routines and moves, you could have gotten me hurt." "Funny enough, when I just let instinct take over, your body still knew what to do. It was pretty amazing." "But you didn't know that before you went, did you?" "Well, no, not so much." "Hey, wait a second, were you ogling Oliver in the locker room?" He watched his own face get a telltale blush, it was very strange. "Oliver is my friend, sis, it's not fair of you to spy on him without him knowing. And from my body, too, which kind of gay, you know." "I didn't spy on him," she lied. "If you really want to know, I literally bouncing off the walls after school and had to do something physical. Your body is addicted to endorphins even more than mine. And it's amazing. I can glide along effortlessly when I want to in my body, but in this one I feel like I'm walking on the moon." He grinned at the praise. "But you know, you could spend a bit less time at the gym. You might learn more about how to get a girl off if you did." "Whoa, harsh, sis." "Sorry, but it's the truth. Skills and consideration for your partner count for more in bed than what a body looks like, you know, something our brainwashing, hottie-obsessed consumer culture doesn't quite get." "How would you know?" "Yeah, screw you, I'm not very experienced, but I read, a lot." "Those sound like good books," he grinned. She changed topics before he ferreted out her taste for romance novels. "I hate to tell you this after you've been sweet to me, but here goes: I, or actually you, have a date with Adam tonight." "What, you're fucking kidding me? No way!" "You have to go!" "Why?" "The third date is critical, I can't break it on the same day, especially after you saw him in school!" "Ok, where are we going?" "We were going to see that new movie, Chloe, with Julianne Moore in it." "That did look interesting, I guess. Fine, I'll go." "Leave it to a guy to only care if the movie is good or not. Let's get me dressed." "Should I put your contacs in?" "Hmm, he hasn't seen me without my glasses yet. Sure, why not, and a little makeup? Also, I hate to tell you, but you're going to have to wear a dress." "No way in hell." "Please, think about it. Have you ever dated a girl who showed up in jeans on the third date?" "I've only been on two third dates, so it's not like I have much experience there, either." She pulled out her favorite green sundress that matched her eyes. It had never seen the light of day in their new town. "I look great in this." "Aw, man, that is not fair, it's not going to go past mid-thigh!" "Hmm, true. And the matching sandals have heels, too." "I can't walk in heels!" "They're not too high, just 2 inches. It's not that tough, just pretend you're walking on your toes. I know you can do this, I've felt how quickly this body rises to toes during round and back kicks in practice. You'll just need to practice a bit to get your hips moving right." "I'm so going to regret agreeing to this." "Ok, here's a crash course in how to wear a dress without flashing everyone: walk slowly, keep your arms fairly close and straight, don't flail them like a guy. If there is any wind blowing, your arms will help keep the skirt down. Bend from the knees and sit down slowly, don't just flop into a chair like guys do. Don't bend from the waist, ever, unless you're climbing into bed with a guy," she grinned. "Fat chance!" he smirked prettily with her face. "Don't bother crossing your legs with this dress; that takes skills that you don't have yet, you'll probably flash the world if you do. Just keep your thighs pressed together at all times when sitting and you should be fine." Sean slipped her nerd glasses off and put contacs in, just like he always wore. He took off the jeans and camisole, and carefully slid the sundress over his head. He buttoned the 3 buttons in the front, leaving entirely too much cleavage showing in his opinion. "What about the bra straps?" "Its ok, they're close enough in color to the dress to blend in." "But he'll know you're wearing black lingerie!" "Yeah," she grinned a bit in anticipation, then remembered she was not going on the date herself. "Can you just hug him and kiss him once or twice, smile and maybe tease him a bit? I really like this guy, so please don't blow it. Just act like Erica on your third date." He blinked at her poor choice of examples, remembering that Erica had gone down on him like a pro on that third date, and that he had tried to reciprocate less than successfully. Shannon let her body's hair down and styled it to look a bit untidy and sexy. The she applied makeup sparingly, a bit of eyeliner to make her eyes look huge, some blush and pale lipstick. Adam had never seen her like this before; he was going to blown away. She found herself again staring at her own body with longing and a thickening cock, and cleared her throat as she turned away shakily. Sean stood up and slipped the 2" heels on. "That's strange." "What?" "Why do these feel better than the, uh, flats I was wearing all day?" "That's my body talking to you. My feet are not used to flats. Aside from ballet class, female dancers practice a ton in heels. We dance on the ball of the foot, never the heel. Where do you think those calves come from?" "You're right, they're gorgeous." "Thanks! If you were really me, you could run and jump and spin in heels without too much problem. My feet are tougher than yours, actually." "You're right, this is not that bad." He turned and walked down the hall like he thought a girl should, until she started laughing. "Bro, you're not stalking an opponent, don't bend your legs so much!" She came up behind him and put her large hands on his hips. "Walk slow," she commanded as she pressed Sean's hips back and forth so they swayed naturally. He obeyed without thinking, and felt a bit flustered as she man-handled him with his own strong hands. "Did that feel better?" "I think so." "Now try alone." He walked some more. "Good, now you at least look like a girl when you walk, if not quite a dancer." "If I don't think about it, I think the dancer reflexes take over, or at least they help." "That worked for me at your practice, so I believe you." "You should have told me, I would be a lot more graceful if I wasn't trying to force it." Adam rang the doorbell. "Show time." "Damn, do I really have to do this?" "Yes, I'll be eternally grateful, I'll owe you big time! Just ask me anything!" He thought for a moment. "Can you tell me how to, um, make a girl feel good, uh, down there?" "What? That would be too weird." "I'm too embarrassed to ask anyone else, and you have to admit we're pretty damn intimate all of a sudden." "You're right. Ok, if you go out with Adam, I'll tell you how to get a girl off." "Thanks, Erica will be eternally grateful as well." Sean stepped very carefully out the door and greeted Adam with a quick peck on the cheek, thinking "Ew, beard burn on my lips, I'll never live this down." Adam was amazed to the point of confusion, was this his date? His mouth hung open as he stared at the gorgeous redhead: the hair, the breasts, the hips, and holy fuck, look at those legs! Unbeknownst to Shannon, Adam had picked her based on watching her and Misty interact as friends across the lunchroom. He thought she had a great laugh. Despite the social crap rained down on her from his former girlfriend for whatever reason, she and Misty seemed to laugh a lot, which made him smile as he watched frequently from his usual table. He didn't care about her reputation as an ice-queen, he had enough of the sex-bomb, entitled cheerleader type with Kristen to last him for a long while. He wanted a different sort of relationship, maybe take some time to get to know her. He also sort of suspected that underneath the jeans and hats this girl was somewhat cuter than anyone ever suspected. This was first time he had seen her in a dress with her hair down, and damn was it worth the wait. Sean had to reach out and snap his fingers at the running back. "Hey, earth to Adam?" He realized he was acting like a bumpkin and snapped his mouth closed. "This way, uh..." he made the mistake of looking at her green and gold eyes, uncovered by glasses for the first time, and totally lost the ability to speak. "Shannon?" "Yes, sorry." Sean managed to glide down the path in the damn heels by letting his sister's body do the walking. Shannon had listened and watched surreptitiously from behind the front door. She was ecstatic with Adam's reaction but devastated that it was not her in the car with that hunk. Life was so unfair! Her brother was going to fuck this up for sure, and she would never get a fourth date with this incredibly sweet guy. "We have to figure this out soon," she thought. Not long after they left, the doorbell rang. Shannon opened the door to find Erica waiting in a very short black skirt and mesh top that showed her black bra. "What a ho!" Shannon thought to herself snidely, could she be more obvious? But it was too late to blow her off now. She tried to appear eager instead of skeeved as she smiled and let Erica strut past her, stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood. The rear view was very nice as Erica's hips swiveled to place each foot in line, and Shannon's damn dick twitched again. Apparently it was still horny from seeing Oliver. Shannon tried to figure out how she could get through this with minimal contact, but came up blank. Erica sat on the loveseat, crossed her legs to flash a black thong, and smiled seductively. "Put some music on and get your fine ass over here. I didn't get my second kiss earlier, so I figured I'd stop by while your parents are gone." Shannon flipped the radio on and delayed, "Want a drink?" "Maybe later, still waiting over here." Shannon recalled that she was hoping to fix Sean's reputation, so she sucked it up and sat next to the beautiful brunette. Erica reached for Sean's body eagerly. "Stop!" Shannon said with authority, trying to take control of the situation. Erica's eyes widened as she started to object, but Shannon interrupted her, "We're taking this nice and slow, baby. Put your hands in your lap and close your eyes." Erica tilted her head for a moment and then she complied out of curiosity, figuring her near-virginal boy-toy couldn't really get her going anyway, despite his earlier hot kiss. Shannon reached out a heavily callused hand and gently stroked up the side of Erica's neck, then she took her other hand and lightly slid it down the mesh top, the barest caress on her breast, and finally rested the spread hand on her warm thigh and tight skirt. Erica breathed a little harder and shook her hair back and forth a bit. The mesh top buttoned all the way up the front in a faux modest way. Shannon gently undid the first four buttons to show the crossing of Erica's bra, which also fastened in front. "Keep your eyes closed," she reminded the girl. Then she gently spread the front of the shirt and leaned forward, blowing on Erica's chest with pursed lips. Erica started to breathe faster as the she could feel the air source getting closer and closer to her bare skin. She reached up with her own hands and undid the last five buttons, fully exposing her torso. Shannon grinned to herself at how easy it was to get the bitch revved up. Her penis had thickened a bit, too. She switched her mouth up near Erica's neck and lightly touched it with the tip of Sean's tongue. She sucked on the cheerleaders' neck while simultaneously moving her hands to push the shirt off Erica's shoulders. The brunette started to squirm, rubbing her thighs together to stimulate herself. Both bodies were breathing heavier now. Shannon caressed Erica's bra cups with her fingertips, feeling the nipples harden. Erica gasped as her boyfriend pinched one gently, with just the right amount of pressure. Shannon was far into the seduction at this point, forgetting the woman and feeling like she was directing a movie of a regular couple go at it. She brought her brother's right hand down to Erica's thigh while simultaneously kissing her neck. Erica sighed in pleasure as Sean's lips kissed their way towards her eager mouth while his tough hand gently slid the short distance from the edge of her skirt to the edge of her thong. Fingertips brushed silk at the same time as her tongue slowly parted Erica's lips. Shannon felt the silk getting wetter and worked her powerful fingers up and down over Erica's clitoris in exactly the same way that Shannon liked to rub herself. Erica moaned at the friction, and moaned again as Shannon's fingers slid the thong aside to expose her pussy to the air. It glistened wetly as Shannon made her brother's fingers circle the clit. His hand was large enough to let the middle finger slide lightly along the vaginal opening while her index finger continued to work above it. Shannon expertly varied the movements of her fingers in order to not overstimulate or irritate the clitoris like most guys will do. As the moisture increased, she increased the pressure and used her outside fingers to spread open Erica's lips and pull back the hood, allowing her middle finger to directly stimulate the entire clitoris. Erica was transfixed as the fingers masturbated her perfectly. Her body started to shake as she came frantically, plunging her tongue into Shannon's mouth. The long legs squeezed Shannon's hand as her hips jerked. Shannon was also very turned on at this point, her dick giving desperate signals. However, she was still somewhat rational, thinking "At least I didn't have to go down on her." Erica came down from orbit, amazed that her formerly inept lover had so easily took her there. She slid across the couch and pushed his body backwards, then lay backward on top and began to rub her ass up and down on the bulging crotch. Shannon's tool hardened even more. Erica brought Shannon's hands up to her breasts and they started caressing. She slid her ass up and down, up and down, until the short skirt was up around her waist and her buttocks surrounded her dick warmly through the fabric of the shorts Shannon was wearing. Erica unclasped her bra, letting each cup slide bit by bit out from under the large warm hands. Her nipples now rubbed against Sean's calluses as she squirmed back and forth. She slid her hands behind her to expertly unbutton the shorts and pull down Shannon's fly. Then she slid the boxers down to expose the diamond hard shaft before resuming rubbing it with her buttocks, just the thong string keeping the cock from actual penetration. Shannon was on autopilot, mesmerized by the nearly professional lapdance she was receiving. Her dick had taken over and was not taking orders from her any more. She thought about doing a lap dance like this to Oliver in her own body and groaned loudly. At the sound, Erica lifted off her, spun around and proceeded to deep-throat her entire 7.5" cock in one motion. Shannon was amazed. She had never thought a mouth could take something so large, where was the bitch putting it? The hot wet mouth on her cock made Shannon's vision blur. Her heart raced as Erica applied suction and grasped the base firmly, her other hand gently caressing Shannon's balls. For the first time, Shannon felt what a guy feels as he is worked towards orgasm. It was lesson from Erica that she would never forget. The brunette stroked up the shaft in concert with her mouth, up and down repeatedly, turning the hand from side to side as she went and pausing every third stroke to roll her tongue over the enlarged head when the foreskin was pulled down. Shannon's hips moved involuntarily in concert with Erica's motions. Her entire being focused on the thick base of her cock as waves of burning feeling shot inward, and she felt it begin to pulse heavily as semen shot through it. The male orgasm was very different from her usual ones. Time paused strangely as it occurred, and she could think of nothing but coming and the waves of feeling shooting along her shaft. Erica swallowed the large load greedily, and licked the sensitive head like an ice cream cone while Shannon's head stopped spinning.