Many things of a sexual nature start out innocent enough, then seem to take on a life of their own. It's human nature to want something for ourselves, something maybe even a little on the avant-garde side of life. With the unknowing help of my hot-bodied older sister, I was able to combine both of these notions. I had always found her entire body and well-manicured, long nails to be very touchable, but, outside of her allowing me to pay attention to her nails, I hadn't figured out how to touch, caress, or otherwise ravage her shapely figure. Denise was a free-spirited, open, sexual woman, and, likely wouldn't have minded being handled by her younger brother. I would soon stumble upon my window of opportunity.
Denise had an apartment within walking distance from my home, so, I visited her fairly often. One humid, muggy evening, we were talking in her apartment, normal visit stuff, just hanging out, when she got up and went into her kitchen. I noticed her crop-top was raising up a bit as she walked, and, due to my own mood that night, followed behind her. As she reached up into the cabinet to get a glass, I jokingly poked her sides, telling her that "the shirt doesn't cover your tummy, you know." Practically jumping through the ceiling, Denise exclaims "AHHAA, That tickles!" and asked me why I did that. "I dunno, D, Just seemed like the thing to do."
"Well," she says, still laughing a little, "I am very ticklish on my sides..Very sensitive." We both laugh it off, and sit back down again, thinking nothing of what just happened. Except, I filed it in my memory bank for future usage. A short time later, she got up to answer the phone, and I followed behind her again.
"Nooo," she directs in a kidding manner, "don't tickle me again," shaking her head. Upon finishing the phone call, Denise approached her double glass doors, drawing the hanging blinds closed. Since her back was facing me, I tiptoed over and again poked each side of her sexy waistline. "AHHAA!!" she exclaimed a little louder this time, "My, aren't we hands-on tonight!"
As she turned around to face me, I placed my hands on her exposed tummy, and, frozen in time, Denise and I just stood there, elapsing 2-3 minutes, almost as if she acknowledged my satisfaction of caressing her stomach and ribs. Maybe feeling the potential for something against the grain, taboo, or "nasty" entered her mind at that time, as she placed her long-nailed hands over mine, on her tummy, and stated "that's high up enough for now, Jay. We'd better sit and cool off, ok?" then removed my and her own hands from her sleek abdominal area. Striding back to the living room, we both took a seat on her couch, leaving less than an arm's length between us. Still feeling playful, I slid my right hand over, and gave her midsection another brief tickle.
"AEEEHAA!" Denise bellowed, telling me that her tummy was "my most ticklish area..Get me there, and I am dead!" Facing each other, my sister pointedly questioned me as to "So, what's with the tickling and molesting of me tonight, Jay?"
Our eyes met, and, there was nothing to do but be honest with her. "D," I said to her in a semi-low voice tone, "I gotta be honest with you. We've always gotten along really well, and, I just feel closer to you than I do to a lot of people. You've got a great body, too. When I first did this to you (poking her one side again), it was all in fun. Then, I realized it turned me on, and, maybe, you, too." Closing the gap between us, my sister moved towards me, placing her fingers on my leg. "And, what if it did turn me on? What could we do about it?" she said, acknowledging a hint of sympatico with me on this taboo topic. "I think I'd be too afraid to have sex with you, you know?" she added. Yet, we could feel the heat rising, and knew that this would take some work to happen. The tickling was a good start, and, something I'd continue to do to her, as it made her laugh.
Leaving it at that for the evening, I decided to go. During our usual good-bye hug, my sister gave me a brief, but enjoyable lip kiss, and said "Nobody knows about tonight, ok? Nobody knows I let you tickle me and put your hands up my shirt." Looking into her eyes with a deep seriousness (and, thoughts of what will be), I responded "Nobody will know, D..Only us..I won't share your tickleness with anyone else, believe me." We say our evening goodbyes, and I head downstairs from her apartment, knowing I'd see her the very next day at a family gathering. For the rest of that night, I plotted and planned the where's and how's I could get at her at the house we would be gathering at. My insides bristled with excitement, with the possibilities that the very next day held. This would be challenging, getting her in someone else's home and not her apartment. The thrill of the chase had full hold of me.
The party proceeds as they usually do, complete with people telling the same stories that have been told for years on end. Finally, my first chance came. Denise was asked to retrieve plastic plates from the basement, and, I got up to go to the bathroom (or so everyone thought). Since this was July, my sister wore a tasteful, but, sexy, short and half-shirt set that displayed much of her abs and a touch of her cute navel. The shorts ended just below her butt cheeks, so when she walked, ass-skin was evident. Entering the basement through separate doors than she had used, I waited for her downstairs.
