Chapter 1: He Likes Me?
Isabella is Sam's sweet and shy older sister. She is 27 and has been living on her own for a few years now. Sam is 23 and is fresh out of college. Since he doesn't quite have the income for a place of his own, living with his older sister is the obvious option.
Today is the first day they'll be living together, and Isabella forgot about it completely. She was in her room trying on a maid outfit she bought online. Being the sweet, innocent, and responsible older sister meant there wasn't a lot of room for her to explore her sexuality.
She was standing in front of the big mirror in her room, a sexy maid outfit on. It was short, barely covering her ass and thighs. The neckline is off the shoulders, showing off her cleavage. Her dark, straight hair cascades down her back and over her shoulder. She's lost in thought. The way she looks in this outfit makes her horny, so horny. She wants someone to fuck her brains out in this outfit. As if on cue, her bedroom door swings open and, through the mirror, she can see Sam standing by the door frame.
"Sam! What are you doing here?" Isabella asks, alarmed, trying to pull down her skirt to cover herself, not realizing that the more she pulls down her skirt, the more her boobs threaten to pop out and her ass is in full view in the mirror behind her. Sam can't help but admire his sister's body. His old crush on her is coming back in full swing and going straight to his cock.
"Today is Tuesday the 18th? My first day here? Does that ring a bell?" he asks in a teasing tone. His eyes can't help but stare at her boobs and how good they look in that outfit.
"Oh... oh my god... I completely forgot!" Isabella blushes, realizing that she didn't bother locking the door, thinking she had the apartment to herself as usual.
"What's this?" Sam asks with a smirk on his face, motioning to the maid outfit.
"Maid outfit?" Isabella blushes even harder now. "I was just trying it out. I thought it looked... nice," she says softly. The feeling of embarrassment is overwhelming. She never thought her little brother, out of everyone, would see her like this, wearing such a lewd outfit.
"It does," Sam says matter-of-factly. "It looks really nice," he adds in a husky tone.
Isabella looks at Sam, surprised. "You think so?" she asks with a sweet smile as she turns back to the mirror. Her back is straight now with a bit more confidence. She no longer feels as embarrassed. Sam doesn't seem to judge her in any way for wearing something like this.
"Yeah, very nice," Sam says, biting his lip.
His eyes take in this new air of confidence around her as she fixes her hair in the mirror, her back to him. The view is delicious. The back of the dress dips a bit to show her back, although right now it's getting covered by her long, straight hair. The hem of the skirt ends right below her ass cheeks, showing off her beautiful legs. He feels his cock throb inside his jeans.
Without thinking twice, he closes the space between them and hugs Isabella from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. His hands drop down to her thighs, caressing the soft skin, raising her skirt just slightly.
"You look really good in this," Sam whispers against Isabella's ear, his voice husky and dripping with desire.
Isabella freezes when he touches her thighs and whispers, "Sam, what are you doing?"
She feels a little uncomfortable but doesn't say anything. She tries to ignore Sam and continues to fix her hair. Isabella doesn't want to admit that she's getting turned on. It's her little brother for God's sake. She can't like him like this.
"I can't help it. You look too good in this," Sam purrs in her ear.
Her resolve crumbling with each word. Sam kisses her exposed shoulder, moaning at the feel of her soft skin on his lips. Isabella gets a bit startled by the kiss. She was lost in thought and the kiss brought her right back. She can't move away. She doesn't want to move away even if she knows it's wrong.
"Why did you do that?" Isabella asks softly, looking down at Sam's hands on her thighs. Her cheeks sport a dark blush.
"I told you. I can't help myself. You look delicious in this sis." Sam explains. "Is... is that bad?" he asks hesitantly.
He never thought he would have the opportunity to act on his feelings. He could care less about societal norms. He only cared about what she thought. He only cared about whether she wanted him too or not.
"Yes?... No?..." Isabella sighs. "I don't know... but I really like it." She finally admits it to herself and to Sam.
Sam kisses her neck softly and she moves her head to give him more access.
"Can I do more?" Sam asks letting his lips brush against the sensitive skin of her neck as he speaks.
"What do you have in mind?" Isabella asks while nodding. Her voice comes out breathy.
"Let me show you," he whispers.
Sam's hands begin to caress her thighs again but this time they're inching closer to her inner thighs. His fingers lightly gracing the sensitive skin causing Isabella to gasp and push her hips back. Her ass is now pressed against Sam's very hard cock. Both Isabella and Sam moan at the feeling. Sam's hands on her thighs tighten keeping her ass pressed against his now throbbing cock.