She was showing off the new dress she had bought for the graduation dance. He was her step-brother back from college. He had been her confidant since she was eight. Now he watched as she showed how pretty the dress made her feel. He had always loved her as his sister. Now he felt new stirrings for her as a woman.
She turned, looking into the full-length mirror, which gave him a profile of her bosom. When had her breasts grown so full and beautiful? He caught himself staring at the two perfect globes of soft white skin. He looked up and saw her watching, watching him stare. She smiled, wagged her shoulders, blushed, then looked away, embarrassed.
When she looked back, his eyes met hers and locked. They both felt their hearts beat faster as they knew it was a longer look than normal. She swung her head away and turned her back to him as she looked at herself in the mirror. Now, from behind, his eyes drifted down her back, noticing the curve of her chest, the thinning of her waist, then the spread of her thighs and buttocks.
The dress revealed the cleft at the top of her butt, as he looked down to where he imagined her legs must split. As his eyes took in the soft rounded curves, he realized that he didn't see any thong lines over her hips.
She glanced back, caught him staring at her butt. Her face turned bright red, but she smiled, turned away, lifted her head, shook her curly red hair until it swayed loose, and arched her back, making her butt stick out towards him. Then she gave her hips a wag, swinging her butt as if to flick some hidden tail.
She may not have known what she was doing, but his erection was instinctual. His heart beating faster to match his breathing, he took a tentative step. Then, as his conviction grew, he took a couple more steps towards her. She turned, facing him, took a step away and found herself backed against the wall. He took another step, now close enough to touch her. She avoided his eyes, looking down, and saw the bulge in his pants. Her heart began to gallop.
Part of her wanted to run, but another part kept her frozen. She felt the heat of his body... so close. She felt herself weaken, begin to shake. Her knees became rubbery. Her breath quickened.
He took one more step forward, his body now brushing hers, a foot sliding between her feet. Before she knew what she was doing, her knees twitched apart at the touch of his incoming knee. Her widened stance let his knee in further. She felt him slide between her inner thighs. Her heart was pounding. She tried to calm her breathing. He leaned into her.
"I love your dress," he whispered as his hand reached down and took the hem between his fingers. His knuckles brushed her knee as he rolled the material. He let go, and with his fingertips, he traced the edge of the dress against her thigh. She moved her leg away, spreading her thighs further apart. She felt like she couldn't breath. She felt so vulnerable. She didn't know what to do.
When she was younger, how many times had she asked him to tickle her, enjoying his strong but gentle touch. Now, as his fingers brushed her leg, it wasn't to tickle. Her head was swimming as new feelings ran up and down her body. Part of her didn't want him to stop and was enjoying the new sensations, including the growing moisture in her crotch.
She looked up at his face. He bent forward, watching her lips. As he moved closer, she felt her lips swell. She let them open slightly in anticipation of his kiss. She melted into his body as he leaned into her breasts, then into her lips.
He pressed his lips to hers, then let his lips slip open. She followed and opened her mouth. He answered her invitation with his tongue, wet and slippery. While he explored her mouth, his fingers slid under her dress on to her leg. She felt a burst of heat flash from her legs to her lips, then back down to her crotch, where it triggered a gush of more slippery fluid.
Light-headed and dizzy, she felt like she was in a dream and she didn't want it to end. She relaxed her leg and let it swing open from the gentle pressure of his hand climbing her inner thigh.
As her tongue danced with his, she felt his hand reach her crotch. His fingers paused and she imagined his surprise at finding nothing baring his way. He pressed his mouth against hers and lifted his fingers to slide them over her sopping wet, swollen vulva lips. She groaned, the sound vibrating into his mouth. More of her lubricating juice seeped out and she felt elated at the way her new woman's body reacted to his touch.
He pressed into her mouth, probing deeply with his tongue as his fingers slid easily into her. He pressed his thumb down and grazed her clitoris. She gasped, her knees giving out beneath her. She pressed her hips against him to steady herself. His thumb moved down, then up, as it entered her. He pressed in and she gasped, breaking her kiss, arching her head into the wall. He slid his thumb down and up at the edge of her pussy.
She put her arms around his neck and lifted herself. He slipped his arm under her butt, supporting her. She lifted one, then the other leg, locking them around his legs. As she tried to lift herself higher, her weight invited him to lay her down. He pressed her against the wall and carefully sank to the floor. He could smell her sweet pussy as her hot wet crotch pressed against the bulge in his pants.
He eased her to the floor, on her back, her legs clasped around his hips. Her dress had crept up above her waist and her breasts were exploding over the top of her bra, bulging with each breath she took.
He kissed her lips, then moved down to her neck. He continued going down, giving the top of each swollen breast a lick with his tongue and a nip with his teeth. He didn't stop but kept going down. As he passed her belly button, he stuck his tongue in and licked, putting his hands at her sides and tickling. He looked up and they both smiled.
He slid his hands down to her knees where he gently pressed and she responded by letting her legs fall open. He leaned his face into her crotch and smelled her anticipation. She felt the hair on his head climb the inside of her thighs. She jerked as he bumped then rubbed the tip of his nose against her clit. She moaned and let her head fall back, hitting the floor with a thunk, a groan of pleasure and pain coming from deep in her throat.
He kissed her sweet pussy lips then nipped and tugged at her clitoris. She jerked with every sensation, grabbing then pressing his head into her. He rolled his tongue around and around her pleasure button. She buried her fingers in his hair, then clenched them into fists. This was the first time she had ever had a man between her legs. The intensity of his touch made her hips buck. Then her back arched and she cried out with an orgasm. Her spasms washed his face with more of her fluids. As she continued to shake from her contractions, he softened his tongue's attack until he was barely touching her and she relaxed.
