My wife, Cassie, and I went to visit her family in Arizona in order to celebrate her baby sisters' 18th birthday. Money was tight because we had just had a new baby, so we unhappily accepted her parents' offer to sleep in Cassie's old bedroom. The house was a large two story with 4 bedrooms. Cassie's old room was adjoined to her sisters' room by a bathroom with two doors, one opening directly into each girls' bedroom.
The birthday was a big event for the family. Alexa was Cassie's youngest sibling by nearly 15 years and their parents were excited to have all of their children grown and old enough to fend for themselves. Her parents had planned a cruise to Alaska leaving from a port in California a week after Alexa was to be settled in her college dorm that fall. I was very unenthused by the event. I had met Cassie in New York when she was in her 20s and had spent very little time with her family. I found it strange that I should have a sister-in-law who was starting elementary school when my wife and I were married and made little attempts at playing games with Alexa when we'd visit for holidays. Now, at 40 years old, I had no interest in wasting my week's vacation with my wife's family, eating cake and watching Alexa open up presents as trivial as make-up and jeans from Abercrombie and Fitch. But my wife won out, as she always did, insisting that now would be a great time to bring our son to see his extended family.
We arrived the day before the party and Alexa met us at the door, throwing her arms around her sister, cooing at our son, and commenting on how much like each of us he looked. She was bouncy and energetic—excited about our visit, her new nephew, and her upcoming summer break. When she hugged me, I felt one of her many earrings graze my jawline and an erotic jolt shot down to my groin. It was then that I realized how beautiful she was, how much she had grown into a woman, but how innocent and vulnerable she still was, as a young woman who had not yet been truly exposed to the ills of the world. She wore a light pink tank top, which brought out the pink in her creamy white cheeks and highlighted the lip gloss that glistened on her full lips. Her long blond hair was loose, in somewhat of a disarray from the light breeze of the day, and she tucked it behind her ears absentmindedly as she chatted about her girlfriends and the boys she liked at school. Her jeans were tight—the trendy kind with holes in all the right places—and they sat on the slight curve of her thin hips. I wondered how her low-waist jeans had stayed up before she developed that tiny curve of her thighs and ass that seemed to fill out the pants just enough to keep them from slipping down her skinny figure and landing on the floor. The glitter of a stone in her belly button ring taunted me, as her midriff was exposed occasionally in response to her excited movements and gestures while speaking to Cassie. Alexa's feet were bare, her chipped blue toe nail polish grabbing my attention. I had to work to keep myself from grabbing her foot and tickling her until I was on top of her. That really would not go over well.
At Alexa's party, the next night, I tried desperately to avoid her. Friends poured in through the open front door, young men and pretty girls; plenty of eye candy to keep me occupied. When it was time to open the presents, Alexa sat in her pink party dress , legs crossed Indian style on the floor, as mounds of pink wrapping formed a castle in front of her. I was reminded of how young she was, giggling with her friends and laughing giddily as she opened gifts of all shades and sizes. When she opened a box from Victoria's Secret—a gift from the boy whom she had spent most of the previous day gabbing to her sister about—Alexa blushed bright red and pulled out a sexy black lace camasol. Everyone at the party "oohed" nervously and a boy sitting on the couch over Alexa's right shoulder high-fived his buddy. I struggled in vain to keep myself from picturing Alexa, stripped naked in the camosal, panties already torn off of her body. I crossed my leg to keep my erection from becoming obvious to anyone but me.
My wife had gone upstairs after the party to put our son to sleep in her old bedroom. After sharing a cigar with her father on the patio, I met her in the bedroom. She was already asleep in the bed when I got to the room. I was disappointed that I wouldn't be able to release myself inside of her, but I knew it was for the better. I would only be thinking of her baby sister anyhow, and that was too wrong. I changed into a white cotton t-shirt and light cotton pajama bottoms, and slid into bed beside her, half hoping she would wake up horny and make my decision for me. But, she slept deeply and I closed my eyes in hopes of falling into a quick sleep as well.
In my minds' eye, I could only see Alexa, running around the house before the party this morning in a short yellow ruffled skirt and tight white t-shirt that pressed firmly against her breasts and allowed her hard little nipples to peek through the material. Even through the material of the shirt and her bra, I was certain I could make out some slight pink coloring. My mouth ached to nipple on those pink areolas, to squeeze her tits and watch her face light up into that giggley smile that she had worn throughout the entire birthday party. After 15 minutes, I gave up on sensibility, fished my porno magazine out of the bottom of my travel bag, and went to the bathroom to jack off.
When I turned on the light to the bathroom and locked the door to Cassie's room, I was startled to realize that Alexa had left the door to her bedroom open. I tiptoed towards it, hoping to close it without rousing her from her sleep. When I carefully wrapped my fingers around the doorknob, I stole a peek into Alexa's bedroom. She was asleep in her bed, curled towards me and laying on her side. She wore the light pink spandex tank top that she had worn when we first arrived. Blankets covered her from her waist down and I felt the inexplicable urge to know what she was wearing over her sweet ass. Without considering it, I tiptoed into her bedroom and stood over her. I was reminded of how small she was as I towered over her. So petite and fragile, almost like a doll. I looked at her peaceful face, imaging the childish thoughts running through her carefree mind, and I gently tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. The contact roused her slightly, and she murmured something into her pillow before returning to the deep breathing that characterized her peaceful sleep. I took my index finger and traced her body, starting at her bottom lip, down her chin and onto the slope of her right breast. Her body responded uncontrollably to my touch, and I noticed that her nipples had hardened against her tank top. I ran the back of my hand over her hard nipple and watched as Alexa mumbled again into her pillow but did not wake. Continuing to gently stroke her sleeping angels' body, I moved my fingers down her side and carefully drew the bunched blanket from under her left arm, sliding it down her hip and exposing her bare legs and thighs. Baby blue panties hugged her figure, lightly bunched between the external mounds of her pussy.
I watched her face as I lost all power of resistance and brought one finger to the line that ran between her mounds. I traced the soft cotton material, lightly running my fingers between the fatty mounds of the lips of her pussy. When I pressed the material deeper, I could feel her clitoris, erect despite the fact that she was still asleep. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined licking her clit, and when I opened my eyes, I nearly jumped to realize that her eyes were open too.
She stared up at me, half dreamily, and I waited for the situation to become clear to her and for her to respond. I braced myself for her scream, until I realized that she was rolling onto her back, kicking the covers entirely off of the bed, and spreading her legs for me. I saw the wanting in her eye, and the slight smile on her dry lips, and I leaned onto the bed, straddling her, looking into her eyes, and bringing my mouth to hers. She moaned gently, and responded to my kiss. I fed my tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it like it was candy. I ran my fingers through the tangles in her sprawled hair, and smelled her sweet scent of birthday cake frosting and sweat. As our kisses became more forceful, she raised her groin up to mine and she let out a moan when she felt my hard cock press between our bodies.
I pulled my mouth from hers and began to nibble my way down her neck. Her skin was soft, almost like a babies', and her moans were low and needy. Her fingers scratched gently at my shoulders and back, as my mouth enclosed her earlobe and my teeth tugged at her barbell rings. I lapped and sucked at the skin from her ear to her breasts, then looked up to meet her half-closed eyes, not asking for permission, but wanting to see that she wanted this as much as I did. She bit her lip, moaned lightly, and arched her body under the weight of mine, and I took that as the desperate cries of a woman who wanted to have her nipples sucked more than anything else in the world. I reached my hands between the straps of her tank top and yanked the stretchy material down so that her two small breasts were exposed. She gave out a sigh of relief, as though I had relieved some great pressure in her, and she tightened when I blew on one of her tight nipples. When I looked up to see her sweet face, she reached her hands down and clenched a two fistfuls of my hair, guiding my face into the depression between her tits. I licked her skin, and grabbed her tits- one in each hand—holding the nipples between my thumb and forefinger—and squished them against my cheeks. I put my mouth to her nipples and rolled them around with my tongue, gently nibbling on them and sucking like a baby reflexively begging for his mothers' milk.
I moved my mouth down the midline of her stomach, stopping at that belly ring that had taunted me the previous day and chewing gently on the metal, letting it clank around against my teeth as I breathed hot air onto Alexa's bare stomach and made her twitch in excited frustration. When I reached her panty-covered pussy, I lifted my head to admire the beauty of it. Juices drenched the baby blue cotton material, darkening her panties most noticeably in that groove between her pussy mounds and glazing her spread inner thighs. I watched her watching me, as I reached my tongue out as far as it could go and lapped at one moist thigh and then the other. She moaned, smiled that angelic smile, and stiffened her body all at the same time. Our eyes met as my fingers slipped under the sides of her panties and she said: "I've never." In a barely audible voice that was merely a statement and nothing more. She wanted me to go on and nothing could stop me now.