"Why? Does all this turn you on? Did I turn you on?"
On the defensive, it never occurred to him that his sister was violating her one question limit. "Duh," he said, as though it was obvious. "I'm a guy, any talk about anything sexual is going to flip that switch."
Nora laughed at his response. She opened her mouth but he caught up to her and held his hand up.
"Uh uh, you got your one question in, now shoot," he said, pointing at the table.
Nora pouted but turned around, bending over in an exaggerated fashion so that her ass stuck out towards him while she aimed down her pool stick. She even wiggled it a little bit, then glanced back to catch him staring.
Nora grinned and said softly, "it's okay, Robbie."
Blushing, his eyes rocketed up to hers. "What's okay?" he asked weakly, hoping she did not mean that he was checking out his sister's ass. What she said ended up being even more damning.
"It's okay if you think about me while you...you know, beat off."
"Jesus Nora!" He said, pretending to be disgusted. He did a bad job though, and suspected from both the growing lump in his pants and how much he liked that thought in spite of himself that she knew better.
"No, really, I think it'd be cool to know that you were fantasizing about me while you sprayed burst after burst of hot and sticky c-"
"Okay, that's enough... take your shot already," Robbie interrupted her forcefully, his face burning red from her suggestion.
She smiled and turned back to the table, giving her ass one more wiggle then dropping the four ball in the pocket. She stuck her tongue out at Robbie and then looked around at the table. She had inadvertently lined up the five ball perfectly, and short slide down the rail dropped it into the corner pocket.
"Hey, you didn't say truth or dare," Robbie said, coming out of the fog she had put him in.
"Oops," Nora said. "Guess you get to pick then." The six ball dropped into the next pocket right after that, making Robbie think that his sister might have been hustling him after all. The seven went nowhere productive for her though, so she hopped up on the edge of the pool table, again supporting her arms with her pool stick, and smiled at him.
"What's it gonna be, tiger?"
Robbie looked at her and wondered just what he was going to do. He had a hunch that he could get away with just about anything... and by anything he meant her definition of it, not his! It made his palms sweaty and his heart race as he tried to figure something out.
For some reason the vision of the red panties came into his mind again. He tried to get them out of his head so he could think of something else, but he was fixated on them now. In frustration he asked, "truth. Are you wearing something like those red panties tonight?"
Nora smiled happily. He had no idea what that was about, but it was obvious that his question pleased her, for whatever reason she might have had. "No, I'm not."
He frowned. "But I don't see any panty lines on your hips..."
"You been checking my ass out?" Nora asked innocently. She knew better, but she was determined to give him a hard time.
"Well, you made it hard not to," Robbie muttered, opening the final beer and taking a much needed drink from it.
"It's okay, it makes me feel good to know you're doing it," she said, turning around and arching her back so her ass stuck out. She ran her hand over her hip and then smacked her ass.
Robbie blushed anew as his eyes followed her hand and stared greedily at her butt. He took another quick drink to distract himself and then looked at the pool table, moving up to see about sinking the seven ball. He had already forgotten about both his question and her answer, so disruptive had her movement been on him.
He pulled back to shoot the ball, a fairly easy shot that required only a slight angle, when he sensed Nora near him. He just barely felt her breath on his ear as she whispered, "by the way, the reason you don't see any panty lines is because I'm not wearing any."
The cue ball not only missed the seven, but he jumped it off the table and made it bounce on the floor and into a wall. Nora laughed triumphantly while Robbie cursed and blushed.
"I think I should get to do that again," he muttered, heading over to pick up the scratched ball.
"Aww, poor baby," she said, teasing him.
"It ain't fair, pulling that shit. I don't believe you!" He said, shaking his head. His eyes kept going to her waist, searching for signs of panty lines in spite of her claim.
"You don't believe me? You want me to prove it?" Nora asked, her hands sliding down and her thumbs hooking in the waistband of her sweatpants. The weight of her hands pulled them down a little over an inch, showing off a creamy expanse of smooth skin and the wonderful curves of her hip bones.
"No... I... um... I meant that, uh," Robbie stared at her lower abdomen, his mouth suddenly dry and his thoughts hard to assemble. "I meant I don't believe you did that, you know... pulled that trick on me. Distraction, I mean, that you distracted me like that."
Nora laughed, amused at his fumbled speech. "So you do believe I'm not wearing any panties? That there's only this flimsy old pair of thin cotton sweatpants between me and the world? Between my ass and my pussy and... you? I don't have to prove it after all?"
"What?" Robbie said, having trouble understanding her words. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, we're being totally honest with each other, so yeah, I believe you."
Nora pouted a little, then winked at him and nudged the waistband down another full inch or so before slipping her hands up and out of it. It slid back up a little around her hips, but still left her pants riding lower on her hips and showed off a tantalizing amount of flesh. She turned around towards the table and bent over again, her pants low enough now that Robbie found his eyes burying themselves in the top of the cleft between her cheeks.
She aimed at the seven, taking a long time and adjusting her stance repeatedly, much to Robbie's enjoyment. It was also to his discomfort as his jeans were mercilessly tight on him.
"Truth, Robbie," she said with another shake of her ass. She shot the ball and the seven went in, leaving a long shot at the eight ball, which was on the opposite side near the rail between side and corner pocket. She frowned and looked back at him, noting that he was still staring at her ass.
She slid towards the table, letting the pool table grab the fabric and pull it down a little more. It barely budged, especially when she straightened and walked around to the new position the cue ball was in. She shot the ball, trying to angle the eight across the table into the opposite corner. It failed to find the pocket.
"Your shot, big guy," she said softly. She turned and walked over to a recliner in the corner and sat down in it, legs spread. She watched him and smiled, sliding back in the chair so that her pants slid down her thighs another half an inch or more. "You've got to ask me a question first though."
"Do you do that often?" Robbie asked her, clutching his beer can for dear life. His hand was actually shaking a little so worked up was he.
"Do what?" She asked, uncertain.
"Not wear panties."
"Oh, sometimes when I'm just lounging around. Being comfy, ya know. Kind of like not wearing a bra when I'm relaxing at home," she said.
Robbie's eyes rocketed upwards to her chest at those words, staring at hers and finding almost instantly the twin bumps on her white t-shirt from her nipples. He gasped a little and felt a twinge of pain as his cock tried to stiffen again in its cramped environment.
"Yeah, like now," she said, her eyes following his. She reached up to her chest and, in front of him, started to rub her right nipple through her shirt. He watched as, a moment later when she moved her hand to the other side, the bump was more prominent.
"You gonna shoot?" She asked him innocently.
"Huh? Oh, yeah," Robbie said, turning back to the table and trying not to think about the possible double meaning of her question.
He moved to the far side of the table from her, which meant that lifting his gaze only a couple of degrees from the table and he was looking at her. She rose from the chair and he felt his breath catch in his throat at what he saw. Not only were her hard nipples jutting into the worn thin fabric of her t-shirt, but her sweatpants were even lower now than they had been before. So low that he was certain he should have seen more than a little hair peaking out from under the waistband, yet he saw nothing. That merely sent his mind to racing even more, of course.
The shot at the eight ball was a miserable failure.
"Robbie, what happened? You used to be good at pool?" Nora asked innocently.
He shrugged. "Guess I'm just distracted tonight."
She grinned. "Must be... so, you never told me if you wanted a truth or dare... guess I get to pick."
"What? No, wait, I..." he stammered, his stomach lurching. He had no idea if it was fear or excitement that caused the butterflies, however.
"I pick a dare for you," she said, winking at him.
Robbie swallowed nervously, then looked at her, forcing his eyes away from the teasing flesh she displayed at her waist. "What, um, do you have in mind?"
"Don't worry, this won't hurt... I just dare you to watch me," she said, walking with a very pronounced, and sensuous, sway to her hips toward him.
"Just watch?" He asked nervously.
"Uh huh," she said, smiling. "No touching," she added, sliding between him and the pool table.
"Or at least, I'm the only one allowed to do the touching," she added mysteriously.
Robbie wanted to ask her what the hell she meant, but before he could get around to it he saw her hop up and sit on the edge of the pool table. She glanced back at it, seeing both the eight and the nine ball were near the far edge of the table, and slid her butt back onto the green felt.
Robbie watched, eyes wide, as the felt grabbed her sweatpants and pulled them down her ass. From his angle, beside her, he could see all of her hip and the graceful arch of her lower back into her buttocks, but only from the side. Her sweatpants stayed up in the front, preventing him from further glimpses. She smiled at him and laid down on the table, her shoulder blades touching the felt but her back arched so that her breasts strained towards the sky.
"You can watch from anywhere you like," Nora said, raising her legs and hooking her heels under the edge of the rails of the table so that her knees were bent and spread open.
"What am I watching?" Robbie asked, his voice a throaty whisper so strangled was his breathing.
"Thissssss," she hissed, sliding one hand along her stomach and across her exposed skin, then under the lowered waistband of her pants at the union of her thighs. Robbie gaped as he saw the cotton fabric at her crotch moved by the undulations of her fingers as they did what he could only assume they were doing.
Nora's satisfied moan gave further credence to what she was doing. Robbie nearly stumbled, so rooted to the spot had his feet become when he tried to move so that he could stare at her from between her legs. Nora's eyes followed him, a lazy smile on her face. Once he was there her other hand slid across her stomach and up under her t-shirt, raising it so that he could see the tantalizing underside of her left breast while her hand enveloped the right one and teased it directly.
Robbie fulfilled his dare, watching his sister as she pleasured herself and stared at him. After a few moments her breathing had quickened to the point where instead of moaning and groaning she was whimpering. Her eyes closed for a long moment and then she shuddered on the table, her back arching even more. Hey eyes opened and locked with Robbie's, who suddenly found himself drawn to her gaze instead of the show she was putting on beneath her clothes. Her chest drawing up higher in the air, she yanked her hand out from beneath her shirt and threw it to the side to support herself. Her right nipple was exposed to the air and half of her left breast was likewise free for his ravaging eyes to devour.
She grunted as her breath exploded out of her. Her body collapsed back to the table, her muscles no longer able to support her. She smiled lazily at Robbie and he was convinced he had never seen anything more erotic or more beautiful than his sister at that moment. Her nostrils were flaring with each breath and he could only stare in worship of her sexuality. He could also feel the growing wet spot in his pants from the fluids that had leaked out of his tortured cock.
"That's to help you out later," Nora said, smiling. She glanced down at herself and saw her partial chest exposure, then looked at Robbie, making sure that he knew she knew he could see her.
Nora pulled her hand out of her pants, wiggling a little as she did so, and took care to keep her hand from touching anything. Robbie felt his eyes drawn to it, as though he expected to see something magical in her hand. All he could see was that it glistened a little with wetness. Without realizing he was doing it, he licked his lips.
Nora sat up, her shirt falling back down to cover her chest and belly, and slid to the edge of the pool table. She stood up and Robbie realized she was less than a foot from him. His entire body was shaking with need and desire, but he knew he should not -- could not -- touch her. Nora raised her hand up between them and slowly slid her fingers into her mouth, taking care to let them rub against her pursed lips as she sucked them clean of her juices.
Robbie groaned and felt a spasm pass through him. His cock actually hurt, he was so hard and so confined. He was terrified of touching it or thinking about it though; afraid he might cum in his pants right then and there. The moment passed and he stared down at Nora, breathing in the scent of her, a mixture of soap, shampoo, sweat, and sex. He wanted to grab her and devour her, and his arms started to raise a little because of it, but he forced them back to his sides with a grunt.
"That was beautiful," he whispered, then cleared his throat and grinned. "You're trouble... a lot of trouble."
Nora grinned at him and walked away, her hand going back to her sweatpants and lowering the waistband so that the top half of her ass was exposed to him. She grabbed her stick and spun around, walking back towards him. He saw that still there was no hair poking out even though her pants were practically ready to fall off of her, so low were they riding. And of course they still hid her sex from his view, the one thing he burned with desire to see, whereas a few hours earlier he might have passed out at the mere mention of.
"Looks like you're the one in trouble," Nora said, looking directly at his pants.
Robbie risked a glance at himself and felt his eyes bulge. There was indeed a wet spot at the end of his dick, which in itself was an obvious bulge against his jeans. The wet spot was the size of a half dollar and he was more than a little amazed by it.
"You're a bad influence," he mumbled, shrugging helplessly.
Nora laughed and licked her lips. "I've got more ideas... I hope you keep missing," she said.
Robbie shook his head, blushing a little. He grabbed his beer from where he had set it down and took a healthy drink of it, then frowned when it ran empty. "It's your shot," he pointed out.
Nora glanced at the table, then looked back at him. "Want some more beer?"
Robbie shrugged. He barely felt a buzz, and he wondered if more beer would help him or not considering the unbelievable events that were unfolding. Before he could answer Nora grinned and leaned her stick against the table, then sauntered over to the stairs deliciously and headed up them.
When she returned she was carrying three more beers and a bottle of chilled water cradled against her chest. "Water?" Robbie asked, confused.
"It's for me, I don't feel like drinking right now," she told him, bending over the end table and setting the beverages on it.
Robbie admired the view as she placed them there, with her sweatpants still hanging dangerously low on her ass. Still, even seeing as much of her rear cleavage as he did, it only ignited a desire in him to see more of it. Or to see her cheeks spread wide so that he could watch her...
Robbie shook his head and looked away. That was his sister! What the hell was wrong with him? He glanced back at her as she turned to face him, her shirt damp from the condensation on the drinks and clinging to her curves suggestively. He let loose a sigh and remember that she kept insisting he treat her as just a girl, not as his sister. He knew he was going to Hell at that point, but he really did not care.
She handed him a beer and reached up to take a drink of her water. "Thanks," Robbie said, opening the beer and taking a healthy drink of it.
She nodded as she drank, water spilling around the corner of her lips and running down her chin. It was absorbed by her shirt, making the material stick to her skin even more. Robbie stared at her shirt, wishing she would spill more of it. A lot more.
"Now it's my shot," Nora said, setting the water on the edge of the table and bending over it slowly to line up her shot.
Robbie watched with a critical eye, judging her form as she prepared the shot. Right before she shot he remembered and said, "wait! Truth or dare?"
She looked back at him and winked. "You pick," she said, and shot the cue ball without even looking.
Robbie was amazed. In spite of the blind shot, the cue ball hit the eight and sent it amazingly close to the corner pocket. It bounced off and ended up at the end of the table between the two corner pockets.
"Alright," Robbie said, growing bold. "I dare you to spill more water on your shirt."
Nora looked at him and grinned. "Wow, Robbie, I'm impressed!"
Robbie blinked. "You are?"
"Yeah," she said, reaching for her water. "I figured I was going to have to pretend being clumsy every time I did it!"
Robbie laughed and refused to let himself wonder what he was getting himself into. Nora raised her water up and opened her mouth. It seemed normal enough, except that the mouth of the water bottle was a couple of inches away from her lips. Her eyes were on Robbie as she tilted the bottle more and more, until the first of the stream of water escaped it and fell towards her mouth.
Nora's tongue was extended, a sensual invitation if Robbie had ever seen one. The water hit the tip of her tongue and slid down it into her mouth, followed by more and more as the angle of the bottle increased. Her mouth filled and instead of swallowing it she let it overflow her lips, running down her cheeks. The bottle was upside down now, burbling as air was forced in between spurts of falling water.
Then the water ceased flowing, reduced to a trickle and stopping as she tilted the bottle back down with only a third of it remaining. Robbie stared at his grinning sister, his eyes homing in on how the worn thin t-shirt now clung to her curves like a second skin. Not only that, but the water induced a translucency to it that made the dark pink tips of her breasts obvious through the shirt. Her nipples, hard from her earlier exploits now jutted out as though they ached for someone to soothe and warm them with their lips and tongue.
"Wow," Robbie whispered, staring nearly dumbstruck at her.
Nora grinned, ignoring the cold and made sure her chest was thrust out as far as possible. Her sweatpants had gotten wet as well, for a liter of water was too much for the shirt to absorb on its own. Unfortunately they simply got heavier with the added water, instead of letting her brother have a glimpse of what lay beneath them. The added weight did, however, make them sag a little lower on her hips.