“Come in to my parlor said the spider to the fly,” was how Billy greeted his sister Christy. She shrugged sullenly past him and he shut the door behind her and turned the lock.
Billy could get their parents to do anything. He was in his early twenties and still living at home and still being treated like a baby by mom and dad. That’s why Christy had asked him to cover for her that Saturday night so that she could sneak away and spend all night with her boy friend. Now she had come to his room to pay the price that her spoiled brother asked for his agreement to help her.
Christy was eighteen, was tall and well built, with slender hips, a tight ass, full C cup and long blonde hair that swerved down past her shoulders. She also knew how to dress, always with designer jeans and spangles that increased her level of sexiness. She walked with a seductive sway in her hips and wore nice smelling perfume. Today a mid rift top adorned her and provided a good view of her navel. She was chewing gum but this gave her a sassy look that added to her allure. She knew she was sexy and was proud of it and wanted to accentuate the advantage as much as possible.
She basically could not stand her older brother, and at times found herself hating him, but she guessed this was a pretty normal feeling for ones older brother, especially one with the lack of social skills and the physical shape of Billy. Billy was a loner and always had been which caused Christy no end of embarrassment since she was considered to be inside the in crowd at her high school. Billy was also fat. He was a big guy of about six four, but weighed well over two hundred and fifty.
Christy stood before Billy and looked up at his disheveled appearance and wondered for the millionth time if this was worth it. Billy was licking his lips and leering down at her with eyes grown big from anticipation as he took in her tight jeans. Christy never felt very self-conscious, but standing in her brother’s room in front of him at that moment made her very self-conscious.
“What,” she demanded in a haughty tone as she looked up at his stubble of beard.
“I’m trying to think what I want to do first,” he told her.
She batted her eyes up in the air thinking he was impossible. He came straight up to her and put his large hands out onto her shoulders. She could smell cheap cologne he was wearing. He kissed her on the forehead briefly and she could smell a breath mint that had been in his mouth. He had obviously been preparing for the coupling.
He flopped down on the bed in front of her and stared at her body some more. “Take off your clothes, sis,” he commanded. “I’ve been dying to see you naked for years now and I’m going to enjoy this little strip show.”
She hesitated only a moment but decided it was too late to back out, and anyway she had already told her boyfriend she could get her brothers help to distract her parents and get away for Saturday night to be with him.
She brought up her half top and pulled it off over her head. She was wearing a white lace bra beneath. Billy was on her in a second. He leaped up from the bed and took her C cups in each of his hands and began feeling them beneath the material of the bra. He was rough and careless with his grip and Christy winced slightly and pushed him back down to the bed.
Next she kicked off her sandals and unsnapped her designer jeans. Then she quickly and efficiently ran the zipper down. She wiggled her hips once to loosen the tight fitting jeans. She slid them down past her hips, bent her knees and stepped out of them. She neatly folded the jeans and sat them on a chair next to where her top had been thrown. She felt a little cold walking across her brother’s room in her bra and panties, and the eyes of Billy trailed her as she moved.
Billy was back on her again before she could even turn around to him. He was holding her from behind and running his big paws up and down her flat stomach. Soon his hands explored over her crouch and the cotton of her underwear and were running up and down her nicely tanned thighs. He had his crotch poked into her behind and she could feel a hard muscle from under his jeans throbbing against the crack of her butt.
She struggled to turn around to him and when she was facing him his hands found their tight purchase on her breasts again. His head was buried in her chest, and the stubble of his beard tickled the cleavage left exposed by the lace bra. She couldn’t help but put her arms around him and hold him as he manhandled her through the bra. Finally she was becoming sore with the squeezing and pushing and was worried that he was going to rip the expensive bra.
She pulled his head up from her chest and looked at him. He was panting and short of breath already. “Wait a sec, Bill,” she told him as she reached behind her back and unfastened the bra. It fell away from her chest and her breasts fell into the air for the first time. They were firm and stuck out proudly. The nipples were big and brown, and quite erect at the moment from the pawing that they had just received and the sudden exposure to the air.
Billy took one of the nipples in his mouth and sucked and bit on it. He squeezed the other breast in his palm. Christy braced herself. It sort of hurt, but she had had boyfriends who had been rougher than this with her so she could stand it. She patted and smoothed his hair as he went to town on her breasts. After awhile she had to stop him because his biting was getting deeper and she was afraid he was going to draw blood.
