** all characters in this story are 18 and up, please do leave comments if you enjoyed my story. This is my first erotic story that I've ever written and I would love some feedback. xoxo- The Virgin Goddess **
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I'd always wondered who would steal my innocence. To be honest, I've always waited for Tommy. At 18, with my curvy voluptuous figure, I stood 5 foot 9, with 40D breasts, black wavy hair that fell down my back and hot mocha flawless skin, and light brown eyes. I hadn't imagined that he'd be the one to take me.. little did I know he'd been planning his conquest all along.
I stared into my floor length mirror, admiring my freshly picked out outfit. I wore a light white cotton ruffled shirt, with a black cardigan on top, and shorts, with lace tights underneath, my feet were adorned with black moccasins and in my hair was a soft white bow. I smiled at my reflection, red lipstick upon my lips and my teeth a glistening white. Winking at myself, I skipped down the stairs where you were fixing breakfast.
"Morning, Tommy!" I sang.
He turned and smiled at me.
"Morning Elise, you hungry?" he grinned.
"Hell yeah I'm hungry, I had a long night," I giggled.
Tommy lifted his brow suspiciously and I winked at him conspicuously. I loved to get him all riled up. Tommy is like an older brother. Except, he's white and I'm black.. His family adopted me so that I wouldn't have to live with my abusive mother anymore and since then we've become very close and inseparable. He was always attractive in my eyes, His dusty blond hair and ice blue eyes , not to mention his tall hulking figure. He was 6 foot 5, and towered over my seemingly tall 5' 9" frame. With my porcelain mocha skin, and my light brown eyes I'd always thought that we'd be a cute couple.
I quickly scarfed down the eggs that he made me so that he could give me the 3rd degree.
"Oh yeah.. so what'd you do last night? and don't bother lying, you're a terrible liar," he glared at me.
I laughed. "Relax Tommy, it's not even that serious. I danced with a few guys, okay so we were bumping and grinding, no big deal."
Tommy turned red. "Bumping.. and grinding? That's it, you're grounded!" he yelled.
"Tommy," I ran around the table and threw my arms around him, " you know you're my guy," I teased.
Tommy laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"You may not be my biological sister, but I still love you and care about you as if you were, I don't want any douchebag taking advantage of you," he sighed.
I hugged myself closer to him and felt the bulge in his pants grow harder.