A sister's sexy party dress turns her brother on, until she tries to understand his urges, his needs, leading to their mutual pleasure
Sister Brother Sister/Brother Incest Family Sex Humping Dry Humping
Eric: It was an absolutely ordinary Saturday evening in my first year of college. Living at home, no girlfriend, avoiding my buddies with the lie that I was actually out on a date. Late, parents already in bed, and not all that interested in the movie I was watching. Envying my younger sister who did have a date. I hadn't seen her leave with her date earlier, but it was approaching her curfew, midnight, so I assumed she'd be coming home soon.
Jenny: This was my second date with Colin; our first date went really well (a movie) and was a lot of fun. This time it was a party so I'd dressed up…well, in a party mode. I knew the dress, a green satin one, was pretty sexy; sleeveless, ended mid-thigh, and, yup, clung to every curve. I know I'm not, let's say, overly well endowed, but I've got a pretty good set and I'm happy with my breasts. 34C, if you're counting. Anyway, most of the party was fun. Lots of our classmates, some booze, obviously, although I stayed pretty sober, and lots of dancing.
But later the music slowed down for slow dancing. I'm fine with that and was happy to slow dance with Colin, but maybe he'd had more to drink than I had, and maybe the fabric of my dress was pretty slippery, but his hands kept 'sliding' down my back, resting at first on my rear and then beginning to squeeze my buns. Yes, a lot of other guys were doing it with their dates and, yes, a lot of the girls seemed ok with it, but this was only my second date. Just in time I reminded Colin that I had to get home before midnight. He laughed and asked "what, do you turn into a pumpkin if you're late?" But he was good enough to drive me home.
Eric: I heard the car drive up and assumed it was Jenny and her date. I wasn't really paying a lot of attention, watching the movie, but after about ten minutes I realized she still hadn't come in. I went to the window and saw that the car windows seemed pretty steamed up, but I figured things were ok and, if she was late, it was Jen's problem, not mine.
Jenny: The date had been ok, as I said, even if Colin had got a little handsy toward the end. To be honest, even though I was discouraging his slow dance squeezes, they kind of turned me on. I was happy to give him a goodnight kiss and happy for that to turn into a few more kisses, and then a few more. They got pretty hot, yes, but I liked that part. And contrary to my dance inhibitions I didn't stop Colin when those same hands were reactivated in his car. Even if he was going places he really shouldn't go on a second date he was, well, gentle and if I thought he was entering forbidden territory a gentle push from my hand was enough to dissuade him. But I was ok, well, a lot more than ok, when he found my 34Cs. He was gentle, slow, and I knew my nipples were hard in 20 or 30 seconds. It was obvious, their presence announced by their protrusions in the satin of my dress. I finally realized that it was a few minutes to midnight so with one last quick kiss I left Colin's car and ran to our front door.
Eric: Jenny came in and I glanced up as she was hanging her coat and was, well, stunned. That green satin dress was like a second, shiny skin, begging to be touched, to have fingers sliding along, cruising her curves that it hugged. I was quite literally speechless. I'd never seen my sister in anything like that. I'd never seen her looking so damned hot. It was like something had just torn scales from my eyes and I was seeing her, this younger sister that I'd known all her life, that had lived in the same house as me for 18 years, as an incredibly sexy young woman. Even her skin seemed to glow as she walked between me and the TV, her hips and perfect, satin-covered rear right at eye level, four or five feet in front of me. I was honestly speechless. Any words I tried to speak would have sounded like grunting, I'm sure. She walked another step to clear my view of the TV, watched it a few seconds, hands on hips, and then decided to watch the movie with me.
Jenny: When I got to the door I had to stop and cool down. Ten minutes of serious…"goodbyes" had left me pretty damned hot. Tingling in new places, moist there too. This was kind of new to me. After I went in and took my coat off I had cooled down a bit, but I could still kind of feel Colin's touches, his squeezes. My breasts, to be honest, seemed to have their own memory and were still sending pleasure currents to the rest of my body. And I knew my nipples were as proud and hard as ever. But I couldn't stand in our foyer all night; I knew someone was watching TV in the living room. I wished no one was still up when I got home, but I was glad it was my brother Eric watching TV and not my parents. I tried to be casual but my body was feeling anything but casual. I stood for a second checking out the movie, then sat on the couch, joining Eric, crossing my legs and then my arms, hoping that Eric hadn't noticed my nipple give away.
Eric: She sat on the couch and crossed her legs. I know, it's a cliche, but she pretty much blew my mind when she did that. I don't think she had any idea of her effect on me; why would she? I'm her brother, for crying out loud. And I don't know if she had a clue how hot she looked. When she crossed her legs the hem on that green satin dress crept up her thighs and my senses were suddenly totally crossed over; my vision sense became my tactile sense. It was like it was my fingertips gliding up those thighs. And she crossed her arms; what was up with that? It was like she was sitting in judgment on the show or something.
Jenny: I was hoping we could both just watch the TV, but having left one guy in an aroused state my spidey sense was pretty acute and I was beginning to feel it in our own living room. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I could see Eric…checking me out. My brother checking me out? How screwed up was that?