Well, it was finally here. The big day. I was actually turning 18! As a bonus, my parents were going out of town for the weekend and, as a birthday present to me, had agreed to me having my first no-adult party. My brother Bobby was left as a pseudo-supervisor, but it was cool. He had just recently turned 21 himself and had promised to go snag me some drinks for the party.
I went to school as usual that Friday, not only to make sure that all my friends were going to show up that night, but also because there were cheerleader try-outs last period that I couldn't miss!
As soon as try-outs were over I rushed out of the gym and headed home to prepare for the party. I was so excited I didn't bother to change out of my "barely there" uniform and ran most of the way to the house.
Now, if you've ever been to Texas in May, you know just how hot and humid it gets. By the time I got home my white t-shirt and cotton panties were soaked through and I couldn't wait to get that damn wool skirt off!
I walked in the door, dropped the skirt on the entry-way floor on the way in and headed to the kitchen for a drink.
As I bent over to grab a bottle of water, I felt a slap on my ass!
"Hey sis! You know, you should watch out. When you bend over like that you can tell you're legal now. Is that what you're wearing to the party? Hahahaha."
"Oh you jerk," I yelled, and hit Bobby in the shoulder. "You should be nice to me you know. It's my birthday."
"Yeah yeah, I know. Damn sis, you look hot," he replied.
"I am. It's like 100 degrees out there," I said.
"No, I mean you look HOT," Bobby stressed.
Huh? I looked down at myself and got a little embarrassed. My 5'9, 130 pound frame was barely covered by my nearly see-through t-shirt and white cotton panties. You could see my 36 D's clearly outlined through my shirt and the dark crevice of my cunt was visible through my panties.
I blushed and looked up at him, only to realize my brother was checking me out!
"Oh you perv," I cried and punched him again in the shoulder. "Quit looking at me like I'm your damn present to open Bobby!"
He laughed and danced back a few steps grabbing his shoulder. "Alright, alright! But I DO have a present for you."
"What is it?! Give it here," I eagerly cried.
"No way," he responded. "Not until later."
"Whatever. You suck. I'm going to go get ready," I said and walked away, never imagining what he had in mind for that "present."
The party went great. A bunch of my friends from school came over and we all got a little tipsy. I made out with Steven Holmes out by the pool and let him play with my tits a little. He tried to play with my pussy, but all I would allow was a little rubbing through my cotton panties. It was enough to get me really hot though.
When I came back in from telling Steven bye, nearly everyone had left. I was walking a little wobbly and everything was a little blurry, but I could see Bobby talking to a girl in the corner. She was up against the wall and his 6'3 200 pound body was pressed close to her. He was looking down in her face and whispering while he rubbed one of her arms with a free hand. That bothered me for some reason. I quickly stumbled over.
"Bobby! Come on," I laughingly yelled, grabbing his arm and dragging him away. "We have got to get the rest of these people out of here so we can clean. Mom and Dad are going to kill us if they come home and the house looks like this."
Unfortunately, I fell down just then. Too much Crown and Coke I guess. I just laid back and laughed.
Bobby got rid of the few stragglers remaining and came and laid by me on the floor.
"Happy birthday Brit," he said, leaning up on one arm to look down at me. "I can't believe you're 18 already. That's a trip."
"What? Come on," I said. "I don't feel much different from 13. Hahahaha."
"Well, you definitely look different from 13," he said.
Just the way he was talking I looked up at him and he was staring down my body, his eyes raking over my tight t-shirt and short cotton skirt. I was pretty drunk, so I thought I must be mistaken. My brother wasn't looking at me the way that Steven did earlier, was he? No way. But if he was... It was making me a little hot.
I giggled nervously and kind of put my arm over my chest.
Bobby sighed and put his hand on my arm and lifted it. "Don't tell me you're getting shy with me? I'm your brother for goodness sakes. I've seen you run around butt naked for years."
He put my arm down by my side and then placed his hand on my stomach. He was staring me in the eyes and I was blearily looking back. I knew my nipples were getting hard and I knew that you could see them through my shirt, but I couldn't do anything but stare back at him.
His gaze was so piercing it was making my mouth dry, so I flicked my tongue out to wet my lips and his eyes moved to my mouth.
"Oh, Brit," he breathed, as his head lowered, "watching you these past few years has been torture."
Then his mouth captured mine. I was shocked, but it was so erotic I couldn't help but move my lips against his. His tongue dipped into my mouth and rolled around mine and I raised my hand to his hair and pulled him further into me.
He raised his head enough to suck on my lower lip as his hand slid up my body to my breasts. He began softly kneading one through my shirt till my nipple was standing taught against the fabric. He then pinched it and rolled it between his fingers.
I moaned into his mouth and gasped his name. He growled and rolled over fully on top of me and started ravaging my mouth. Plunging his tongue in and out and licking my lips. His hips ground softly into me as he pushed my legs open with his knees. He raised himself enough to tear off first his own shirt and then to pull mine over my head.
