"Would you like to see some real bare boobs?" I asked him.
That question surprised him, but what surprised him even more was the sudden change in my voice. "If you want to see real boobs so badly, you can see mine," I informed him.
That remark hit him with a mixture of shock, fear, and excitement. I wanted nothing more than to see my younger brother naked, and for him to see me the same way. Instinctively, his eyes drifted over my body. I look pretty for twenty-five. My skin is tanned, and I have blue eyes and beautiful, long, blonde hair. I was wearing a short white skirt and a tight, black, sleeveless shirt with a high neck line which made my medium-sized breasts look larger.
As Greg stared at me, I tossed the magazine aside and started to remove my shirt and pull it over my head. Then I paused and said teasingly, "Well, you do want to see my bare breasts, don't you?"
"Y-yes," Greg stammered. "Please."
Without much waiting, I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my lacey red bra. I thought that my bra was a size too small, since my breasts were hardly contained by the measly cups. The sight of his half-naked sister had an immediate effect on Greg, and I saw his dick starting to get hard again. He was a bit embarrassed by the fact that his own sister could provoke such a response, and he crossed his legs and tried to hide his erection. I just smiled.
"Greg, honey, it doesn't matter," I said. "It's perfectly normal for a woman taking off her clothes to cause such a reaction in an eighteen-year-old boy."
Still smiling, I pulled my bra straps over my shoulders, reached behind me, and unclasped the bra, then shrugged the straps down my shoulders one by one and dropped the bit of red lace to the floor. Greg could now see my firm, naked breasts. It must have been a most beautiful sight, for my little brother was staring in wonder at my lovely globes of flesh topped by nice-sized nipples.
"You may touch them, if you want to," I told him.
I could see that he felt a bit ashamed, but apparently, I didn't have any qualms about him touching my breasts. I moved closer to my bed and sat next to him. Carefully, he placed a hand on one of my tits. As soon as the soft flesh touched his hand, he let go of all his inhibitions and surrendered to his lust. Enthusiastically, he started to rub my breasts and massage my nipples. I was enjoying this, and as my breathing was quickening, he got the courage to bend his head down and lick my breasts. When he sucked on my nipples, they came fully erect almost instantly.
After he had been fanatically playing with my breasts for a while, I motioned for him to stop. He let go of my tits as a baby would if changing nipples and gave me a questioning look. I didn't say anything, but I got up off the bed, untied my skirt, and pushed it down my legs. I did this slowly, as if I were trying to tease my audience. I turned to the side, imagining how a picture of such would look. I slowly and very carefully pushed my skirt down, sticking my ass out as the fabric slid over my full, round ass cheeks. I bent over so that I pushed my skirt all the way down to my ankles and stepped out of the pile of cloth slowly. I could see that Greg was now looking at me with the lusty eyes of a man trying to remember every inch of my smooth skin. All I was wearing now was a red pair of g-string knickers, and I sat back down on the bed next to him.
I looked at him and said, "Do you want to see everything?"
He couldn't utter a single word anymore; instead, he just nodded.
I lay back and I slid my hands down my curvaceous body to the top of my red g-string thong. They fit me perfectly, and the strings were nothing more than an eighth of an inch wide. The back came together in a small triangle that served to define the shape of my ass. I moved my thumbs between my strings and my hips and slowly pushed them down over my toned thighs, then wriggled then down over my bare feet. I threw my only remaining piece of clothing into the corner of my room and spread my legs wide, showing him my ripe pussy in all its glory.
"You are old enough to realize," I said, softly but sternly, "that no one must ever know what's happening here, right now – right?"
He nodded.
"Come on little brother, play with my pussy," I said.
He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He hesitated a little as he looked at his naked, incredibly hot sister, then dragged his body across the bed and lay next to me. I could feel my pussy was getting wet with aptipation. Greg began to plant soft kisses up each thigh. He then reached my moist pussy. He extended his tongue and it brushed against my swollen clit. I jerked with pleasure. Greg started licking the entire length of my slit, tasting my nectre with each lick.
"Oh, Greg. That's fucking increible," I said. It had been eight months since my last boyfriend, and having someone eating my pussy was sensation I had missed.
He continued licking me. With each lick, he stopped at my clit, giving it a little tickle with his tongue. After a dozen or so more licks, he rested his mouth on my pussy opening and began to dart his tongue in and out of my cunt, and his nose was now rubbing on my clit. It was driving me mad. I cupped his head in my hands and pulled him into my groin. My juices were really flowing now as I was now turned by this act my brother was giving me. His tongue was now rapidly darting in and out of pussy. After a few more minutes of this, it was too much for me to bear. My legs cramped up around his head, and my pussy erupted in an unbearbale orgasm.
