Diana is 21 years old. She's the middle child of my girlfriend. She stands 5'7" tall; is all of 115 pounds; has dark, medium-length brown hair with the cutest bangs that hover over her large, yet sophisticated glasses; has the cheekbones and face of a runway model; long, thin arms; toned legs; beautiful olive skin; a v-shaped back with an extremely thin waste that tapers down to an ass ANY man would feel an immediate tingle in their cock for; and while extremely bright and bubbly, she also has a "dark side" to her (I suspected at first, then found out later it was true - thus this story).
I first met Diana about 2 years ago. She had most everything described above then, but without the years that have gone by since. Diana "blossomed" more and more over the years, and I couldn't help but notice her maturity as a person and as a young woman.
Once we were all living together under the same roof, Diana would come out of her room wearing little to nothing once she got home from school. She preferred Joe Boxer pajama bottoms that really highlighted her ass, as well as low-cut camisoles that revealed much of her B-cup breasts. As she got older, she began showing more and more when she came out to the kitchen to take her turn at doing the dishes when I was around. She LOVED to bend over when I was behind her, and especially when I was in front of her so I could literally see her bra-less, supple titties as she bent over to put dishes into the lower rack of the dishwasher. After a few repetitive evenings of her playful "show & tell," I felt she was doing this on purpose as it became somewhat flagrant. So flagrant, that her mother noticed and told her NOT to wear camisoles in the kitchen anymore when I, or any man, was around. Diana obeyed her mother - well, at least when mom was around.
Shortly after Diana turned 21 in January, her mother, brother, and sister went to a party that one of her mother's friends was having some 30 miles away. I never went to these parties as they weren't my style or type, but "mom" liked going to them just to get out of the house and have fun with her friends. Diana usually accompanied her mom and siblings to these parties, but this time she time she chose to stay home stating that she did not feel so well, and would rather stay home. So, after we all ate dinner together and the majority of the family left the house, Diana and I were now "home alone."
Approximately thirty minutes after everyone but Diana and I had departed, Diana came out to the kitchen from her bedroom to do dishes. I was in the living room watching ESPN wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts when she arrived to the sink. She looked over the breakfast bar and asked me a question about whether or not a certain dish was dishwasher safe. I proceeded to the kitchen beside her. Diana was wearing an older pink camisole that drooped well below her cleavage line, and matching pink shorts that barely covered her upper thighs. This was the first time I had seen Diana's almost-full legs in a long time. I knew she had beautiful legs, but she never showed them off like this before! After looking her over, I completely forgot her question or why I was even there, but the view made my dick get hard immediately! I "woke up" and answered her question, but decided to "hang out" in the kitchen and help her do the dishes. My hard cock was evident with what I was wearing. Diana got busy putting dishes in their places, but I noticed her sly glances at my groin area on a few occasions. Her apparent interest made me even harder! Then I saw obvious fingernail scratches about eight inches long that seemed to start from each shoulder blade and led downward toward her spine. I wondered about this, but did not say anything to her.
Dishes were done. Usually, Diana goes back to her room and either watches TV or gets on her computer. I pre-empted her exit from the kitchen and asked her if she would like to rent a movie on pay-per-view. She said, "Ok." I let her pick the movie, but figured she would just go to her room and watch it there. Instead, she sat down near me on the couch, and after 15 minutes of flipping through movies, she chose one.
Diana loved "thriller" movies. Not necessarily "scary" movies, but something with a good plot and a thrilling, suspenseful story (murder mysteries, etc). The movie started out by showing a couple fucking in their European hotel room. At first, I thought I should be covering Diana's eyes with my hands like I would do for my own younger children during a scene like that, but I noticed Diana was intensely focused on the scene and it did not seem to bother her. The next scene was the couple in the shower where the woman was obviously giving head to her partner as he grabbed ahold of the shower head and leaned back in ecstasy. He then bent forward toward his partner, reached down toward the woman's spine with his hands, and proceeded to dig his nails into her back as he rose up and moaned out loud as he obviously climaxed. This made me wonder about the scratches on Diana's back, but again, I did not say anything to her. The movie then went into its story-line, but I watched Diana during that scene, and it appeared as though she was making "mental notes" as she watched closely!
I asked Diana if she would like some popcorn.
"Yes! With lotsa butter!"
As I got up from the couch, my hard-on was even more pronounced having watched Diana's reaction to all the scenes we had just witnessed as well as my now-burning desire to see what she was hiding under her scant clothing!
Diana asked as I got up from the couch, "Do you like the movie so far?"
I replied, "Yep! Are you sure you want popcorn with extra butter? I thought you weren't feeling well."
"I'm fine. I just said that to mom cause I didn't feel like going anywhere tonight."
I said, "You mean you lied to your mother?"
"Well, it was a white lie, but she's not used to leaving me at home, so I had to have a good excuse, ya know."
"Well," I said, "you shouldn't lie to your mother. She would be pissed if she knew the truth, but I am glad you stayed home."
"Why are you glad I stayed home?"
I responded, "Well, it gives us a chance to bond I think. Not that we have ever had any problems before, but it's all good as far as I can see."
Diana replied, "Yea, you know mom gets mad at me when I come out of my room in my usual bedtime clothes. She says my clothes are not appropriate with an older man around. I understand, but it's just me being me. What do YOU think?"
"Think about what - what your mom thinks or about your clothes?"
"Both," she replied.
As the popcorn is done and I am pouring it into a bowl we both could share, I replied, "Well, you should respect your mother's wishes. However, you're a teenage woman who seems to have a bit of rebellion in her for whatever reason. I understand your dilemma. As far as your choice of clothing goes, I honestly have to say that I like it! You are an attractive woman and you should be proud of who you are and what you have!"
"Hmm. So what do you think of what I am wearing now?"
