Busty tease breaks down Kev's inhibition
All characters in this work of fiction are over 18.
She had big boobs. That was my first impression of Kim. Not sloppy big, but full and generous; each breast looked to be bigger than half of a large grapefruit, but not so big as cantaloupe. I was mesmerized.
And cleavage. She was in a form fitting light green dress that hugged every curve, but also displayed her boobs in the deep V of the dress.
As I approached her chest (well, that's where my full attention was!), I belatedly realized that she had spotted me (and spotted me staring at her boobs), and as she rose to greet me, I was at least briefly drawn to her perfect face, a broad welcoming smile beaming at me, and stunning blonde hair done up in a "do" that seems to be the thing at weddings.
"Hi, you must be Kevin," she gushed, when we were close enough to hear each other above the din. I held out my hand to her, but she ignored that and moved in for a hug. A big, full-on boob hug, nothing held back. The feel of her tits on my chest in that first hug was a felling I'll never forget. I tried to pull my hips back so that she wouldn't feel my growing boner, but she just pulled me in tighter, with her left hand nearly on my rear end. When I felt my prick finally push into her thigh, she rotated her torso a bit, which served to both rub her amazing tits into my chest as well as to give her a chance to be sure of what she was feeling down below.
Then she whispered in my ear, "And a warm welcome to the family, Kev, I think I'm going to enjoy having you for a brother."
That's right -- I was now officially her brother. My plane had been delayed, so when her dad and my mom were getting hitched, I was just getting my bag at the airport. Rather than miss the reception altogether, I just walked straight in from the taxi to meet my new dad -- and my amazing new sister!
As she pulled away, I could see that her nipples had stiffened inside her dress. I was desperately embarrassed by my boner and quickly moved to my spot at the head table. She, apparently, could have cared less that her nipples were so clearly tenting the fabric of her dress.
The rest of the evening was a blur. My mind was more than rattled to know that I would be spending the summer in the same house as this ravishing temptress. Sure, I'm a handsome (or so I've been told) red-blooded 20-year-old male, but my mom had raised me with a very strict sense of right and wrong, and right meant no sex before marriage.
I had dated some pretty girls in college, but when they learned about my convictions, extending even to hand jobs, 69, finger fucking, etc., we always drifted apart before long. There were a few girls who managed to "accidentally" let me see their braless boobs, and one time I even stroked a naked nipple, but that just led to me coming in my pants, and that was followed by a huge sense of guilt for yielding to the temptations of the flesh. While I often masturbated to the memory of that nipple touch, I knew that I was too weak to keep seeing her.
And now, there was going to be Kim in my life for the end of her school year and for my whole summer. Kim, who rubbed her amazing boobs into my chest when we danced. Kim, who took my arm wherever we walked, rubbing one tit or the other into my arm. Kim, who, despite the AC, claimed, "It's
hot
in here," as she turned to me while taking hold of the edge of her dress to fan her braless boobs. I got more than a few good looks at her stiff nipples during that little pantomime.
And Kim, who reached under the table cloth to rub my thigh much, much too high. "I'm not that kind of guy," I tried to tell her, but when she reached my very rigid dick, she just whispered sexily in my ear, "Well, I have hard evidence that says the contrary is true!" I grabbed my napkin to cover my predicament and dashed for the rest room, where I quickly jerked myself off. It helped for about an hour, but it was a "long" night. A very long night!
When we finally got to my new home, I collapsed in the bed. Unpacking (all of my boxes from Mom's old house were in the basement) could wait until another day.
Fortunately, Kim had to go to high school the next day (she still had a few weeks left before graduation), so I was free to get my room set up without her tempting boobs and nipples distracting me. Although the view of her naked nipple when she was fanning herself did keep coming back to me. Her very stiff, very naked nipple. But I had a job to do, so I tried my best to keep her boobs from breaking my concentration. I succeeded. At least part of the time. God, I love stiff nipples!
As I prepared to move my things into my new closet, I found that there was a rack of some (maybe for shoes?) mounted against the back wall. It was in the way, so I took it out, including the wall anchor. When I took it out, though, I realized that I'd made a hole in the wall -- a wall that also served as the back wall to Kim's closet. Since I was alone at the time, I went to check out the damage on her side. As it turns out, the hole was just below her lowest shelf and was pretty much in the shadows.
Her laundry basket was near the hole, helping to keep the hole hidden. Since I was right there, I couldn't resist looking for one of her dirty bras -- 36 DD! I puffed out the flimsy cups, imagining that I could see her succulent tits through the sheer material, her big nipples tenting the fabric. Now, I may have taken a vow to wait for marriage before having sex, but I was definitely not above a little voyeurism! This could get interesting.
For the next few days, Kim and I never really had time to talk about all that had gone on on the day of the wedding. But when she was around, she always had on tight T shirts and bras that allowed her boobs to sway a bit whenever she walked. But more to the points, her nipples seemed to be poking through nearly all of the time!
When we finally did get a chance to talk, just the two of us, I explained my position on premarital sex. At first, she asked if I was joking, but after some more questions, she reluctantly admitted that she understood. Or, she at least acknowledged my position, although she did not really understand why I clung to it.
By way of explaining her behavior at the wedding, Kim explained that she had a steady guy, a year older, attending a local college, and that they had been having sex since she had turned 18. She hoped that they would get engaged in the fall, but in the meantime, with him now on the other coast, she was really missing sex. She explained that she found me incredibly attractive, and that she'd been hoping we might be siblings with benefits. After all, it's not like we were blood relatives! She suggested that I might want to join the rest of the world in the 21
