Many things of a sexual nature start out innocent enough, then seem to take on a life of their own. It's human nature to want something for ourselves, something maybe even a little on the avant-garde side of life. With the unknowing help of my hot-bodied older sister, I was able to combine both of these notions. I had always found her entire body and well-manicured, long nails to be very touchable, but, outside of her allowing me to pay attention to her nails, I hadn't figured out how to touch, caress, or otherwise ravage her shapely figure. Denise was a free-spirited, open, sexual woman, and, likely wouldn't have minded being handled by her younger brother. I would soon stumble upon my window of opportunity.
Denise had an apartment within walking distance from my home, so, I visited her fairly often. One humid, muggy evening, we were talking in her apartment, normal visit stuff, just hanging out, when she got up and went into her kitchen. I noticed her crop-top was raising up a bit as she walked, and, due to my own mood that night, followed behind her. As she reached up into the cabinet to get a glass, I jokingly poked her sides, telling her that "the shirt doesn't cover your tummy, you know." Practically jumping through the ceiling, Denise exclaims "AHHAA, That tickles!" and asked me why I did that. "I dunno, D, Just seemed like the thing to do."
"Well," she says, still laughing a little, "I am very ticklish on my sides..Very sensitive." We both laugh it off, and sit back down again, thinking nothing of what just happened. Except, I filed it in my memory bank for future usage. A short time later, she got up to answer the phone, and I followed behind her again.
"Nooo," she directs in a kidding manner, "don't tickle me again," shaking her head. Upon finishing the phone call, Denise approached her double glass doors, drawing the hanging blinds closed. Since her back was facing me, I tiptoed over and again poked each side of her sexy waistline. "AHHAA!!" she exclaimed a little louder this time, "My, aren't we hands-on tonight!"
As she turned around to face me, I placed my hands on her exposed tummy, and, frozen in time, Denise and I just stood there, elapsing 2-3 minutes, almost as if she acknowledged my satisfaction of caressing her stomach and ribs. Maybe feeling the potential for something against the grain, taboo, or "nasty" entered her mind at that time, as she placed her long-nailed hands over mine, on her tummy, and stated "that's high up enough for now, Jay. We'd better sit and cool off, ok?" then removed my and her own hands from her sleek abdominal area. Striding back to the living room, we both took a seat on her couch, leaving less than an arm's length between us. Still feeling playful, I slid my right hand over, and gave her midsection another brief tickle.
"AEEEHAA!" Denise bellowed, telling me that her tummy was "my most ticklish area..Get me there, and I am dead!" Facing each other, my sister pointedly questioned me as to "So, what's with the tickling and molesting of me tonight, Jay?"
Our eyes met, and, there was nothing to do but be honest with her. "D," I said to her in a semi-low voice tone, "I gotta be honest with you. We've always gotten along really well, and, I just feel closer to you than I do to a lot of people. You've got a great body, too. When I first did this to you (poking her one side again), it was all in fun. Then, I realized it turned me on, and, maybe, you, too." Closing the gap between us, my sister moved towards me, placing her fingers on my leg. "And, what if it did turn me on? What could we do about it?" she said, acknowledging a hint of sympatico with me on this taboo topic. "I think I'd be too afraid to have sex with you, you know?" she added. Yet, we could feel the heat rising, and knew that this would take some work to happen. The tickling was a good start, and, something I'd continue to do to her, as it made her laugh.
Leaving it at that for the evening, I decided to go. During our usual good-bye hug, my sister gave me a brief, but enjoyable lip kiss, and said "Nobody knows about tonight, ok? Nobody knows I let you tickle me and put your hands up my shirt." Looking into her eyes with a deep seriousness (and, thoughts of what will be), I responded "Nobody will know, D..Only us..I won't share your tickleness with anyone else, believe me." We say our evening goodbyes, and I head downstairs from her apartment, knowing I'd see her the very next day at a family gathering. For the rest of that night, I plotted and planned the where's and how's I could get at her at the house we would be gathering at. My insides bristled with excitement, with the possibilities that the very next day held. This would be challenging, getting her in someone else's home and not her apartment. The thrill of the chase had full hold of me.
The party proceeds as they usually do, complete with people telling the same stories that have been told for years on end. Finally, my first chance came. Denise was asked to retrieve plastic plates from the basement, and, I got up to go to the bathroom (or so everyone thought). Since this was July, my sister wore a tasteful, but, sexy, short and half-shirt set that displayed much of her abs and a touch of her cute navel. The shorts ended just below her butt cheeks, so when she walked, ass-skin was evident. Entering the basement through separate doors than she had used, I waited for her downstairs.
Thinking she was alone, she shrieked loudly when I grasped her waist and tickled her from behind. "AHH!!HAAA!!!OH, STOP IT STOP J!" Going in for a little thigh tickle, Denise laughingly whispered "We're gonna get caught if you don't stop..Now, get your hands off of my crotch!" I let her obtain the plates, then stopped her in mid-step, bending down to razz her tummy. This really made her explode with severe laughter, her mouth wide-open and gasping for air. I couldn't resist: I had to plant one on her lips, even a fast one. After doing so, my sister gathered herself together, and directed me to not return outside for a few minutes. I complied, and, the party went on as planned.
Towards the early evening hours, Denise was feeling the effects of a few beers, and, two shots she had done with me earlier. With her now in this looser mood, I knew I had to strike again. I overheard her say that she needed to run out for more cigarettes, so, I offered to go for a ride with her. Again, nobody thought anything of it, so, I was in the clear. As we are in her car, she joked with me that "the worst thing I did was let you know how ticklish I am..Now I'll never get your paws off of me, right?"
"True, D, maybe true," I answered. The little store where she went for her cigs had a small parking lot out back, facing an alley. We go in, do our business, and head for the back door to the lot. On the way out, I tickled her sides, making her leap and scream with laughter "AHHAA!!NO, NOT HERE IT'S TOO DARK..AHHAAAHHAA!" As we approached the car, I lifted her up and placed her on the hood, tickling her with tremendous fervor. She took it for a few minutes, then suggested we get going. "Wait, D..I'm not DONE with you yet!" I implored her, then began tickling and playing with her boobs. "OHGODNOTTHAT!!! NOOOOO! STOPDAMMITAHHHAAAHHAA!!" I relented only after being assured she'd had enough, face beet red and almost dry-heaving from lack of moisture left in her mouth.
On the return trip, even though she was still laughing and a bit disheveled, my sister told me that "that was too much back there..I'm ok with you tickling me, but, don't be so rough with my body." I agreed, and, got her to admit that she was liking this newfound playing we were doing. Daring as I was, I even razzed her navel as we approached the door after parking in the driveway! If anyone had bothered to look, they'd have seen the outline of my mouth around her bellybutton. Lucky for me/us, nobody did. If I had had doubts the day before, none were present now. I knew that I could take this further with her, as we now had a trust, understanding, and unspoken agreement that Denise liked being tickled by me, and, I, most certainly, liked doing it to her.
Like a football coach who is always thinking 3 plays ahead, I started to mentally map out my next apartment experience with her. During a busy party moment, I leaned over and whispered "I want you in that pink bikini" to her. Biting her lower lip and chuckling, she nodded her head "yes." This particular suit exhibited more than half of her tits, and had a brief bottom that plunged downward into a "V" shape, which truly highlighted her curves. She had bought it for a vacation, but ended up not wearing it. I knew of it only due to catching her tanning in it one afternoon. Since then, the image of her in it, sunglasses on, long hair flowing over her shoulder, has been burned in my mind.
The gathering broke up, and, all dispersed to their respective residences. While saying our goodbyes (no liplocking or body handling this time), my sister and I agreed to meet at her apartment one night during the week "so I could help her move furniture." Undetected, unnoticed, it was a perfect excuse to go down there mid-week, and have some tickling fun. Returning home from work on Wednesday, there was a message on my answering machine, simply stating "It's me. Pink is on the menu. I'll be waiting." A quick-change later, and I was headed for her place, ready to tear into her body with severe tickling to the extent she'd beg me to stop. Scaling the steps to her apartment, I could feel the energy, the thrill, the anticipation of this. Denise answered the door in this hot little suit, and, I was hooked. Flashing her body, my sister asked "So, whaddya think?" turning around like a model. Instinctively, I grasped her body and pulled her in, giving her a slight tickle causing her to shriek with laughter. "Hey, now...Just cuz I let you tickle me doesn't mean you need to do it immediately!I gotta have some fun, too!" she says, now peaking my interest ever further. After stealing a few ass grabs and one long, detailed kiss, Denise informs me of a surprise: I was going to polish her nails for her, then she was going to do to me what I so lovingly do to her.
Happily stunned, I agreed, and chose the deepest, hottest red color polish I could find. My sister was quite the aficionado of these things, so, my choices were vast. I begin her left hand, interspersing my work with some tickle play on her, at one point laying on top of her and attacking her midsection. As I finished, she had to let her nails dry for a time before commencing with her own tickle torment of her horned-up younger brother. While they dried, however, I had free reign on her, and proceeded to remove her top with ease. Her bulbous, 38" breasts made me rock hard, and, being the tease she is, Denise had to feel it. "Hmm..Not bad, J...You're BIG down there!" Now juiced up beyond belief, I told her that "this will be your most intense tickling, sis...Every bit you do me, I will do you double!" With a sly, sexy, devilish look, Denise, my hot sister, this woman that I panted after for so long, responded "Only if we DO each other."
"D...You mean..You changed your mind about the sex thing? I asked her, now caressing her breasts and nibbling on her exposed neck. "I thought about it, and, figured, why not? I know you won't hurt me, and we'll stop when I want to, right? I say we fuck like animals, right here in my apartment!!" she said. Elated, aroused, and rock hard down below, I voiced my approval. With that, though, she began to turn the tables on me, running her long nails over my body and making ME laugh uncontrollably. "OHHAAHAAHH!" I exerted, as those refined finger ends traversed my upper and lower regions. "Now," she says, tugging at my shorts "I'm gonna lean you back..If you resist, you can kiss the bedroom action bye-bye." This was incredible: Whereas before, I had her in this mode, she now had ME in this mode! I complied, and my sister proceeded to tease and tickle every inch of my body, head to toe, including inserting her finger into my mouth, twirling it around like a snake. I lay there, on her floor, feeling such explosive excitement, but, was powerless to react until she said to do so. Leaning over and down, Denise rubbed her massive breasts along my face as she tickled me, taking in my intense reactions of pleasure and painful teasing. "How long have you wanted these, Jay?" she asks, knowing the answer. "Long as I can remember, D...OHHHAHHAAHH!!" I respond, with her body now wedged in between my legs and rock hard cock. This was getting to be too much to handle; I couldn't stay in control like this much longer.
It seemed as if my sister was in a trance-like sexual state, the way she spoke to me, things she did, fantasies she fulfilled. It was surreal, but, I was in no position to complain. Gently, I rose up, and toppled her, engaging us into an intense tickle fight. After rolling around on the floor for a few minutes, a lull in the action occurred. "Denise...I want you..NOW...God, how I want to fuck you tonight, all night" I said to her, gazing into her beautiful eyes. With one word, my sexual fantasies, dreams, and historical scheming had come to fruition: "C'mon," she said, and led me to her bedroom. Submitting total control to me, I laid her down, removed her thin panties, and let every wild, animal-like sexual urge loose, giving her the most physically satisfying 4 hours of fucking she'd ever, ever had. In the morning when we awoke, wrapped in each other's arms, I gazed at her body and sleepy face. She was even more gorgeous than ever. Over a quick breakfast, we agreed that this would continue, tickling and all.
Innocent enough, right?