It's been two years since I've seen my dad and his side of the family. Now I have just gotten finished with my Freshman year at SIUC and summer is upon us. I step out the door in my pink, black and white knee-long dress with my suitcase in hand. I turn around and lock the door behind me and then watch as my dad pulls up in his old, beaten up, red station wagon. I set down my suitcase and smile as I run up to my dad, giving him a huge hug and kiss on the cheek. Then I hurry to the other side of the car, greeting both my step-mom and her son, Dan. Dan helps me get my things into the trunk and we all get into the car to start the 45 minute drive home.
Dan gaped at my body, staring me down head to toe and back again. I'm not the 'cute' little sister I used to be. I used to be pretty short with small 'B' cups and no real figure, but now I have voluptuous 'C's and a beautiful curve to match. Rather than calling him out on it, which I was very tempted to do, I was flattered and let him stare as I gazed out the window, continuing conversation with the parents. I turned towards Dan and he quickly averted his gaze. We begin conversation about life and for the rest of the car ride just caught up with the times.
After the long car ride, we all went into the house and ate dinner. As the conversation died down we cleaned up and I hurried to Dan's room to take over his XBOX 360 before he could and he just hopped onto his computer playing other games. After a couple hours of mindless games I put Finding Nemo into the disk drive and within 15 minutes I was out like a light, passed out on Dan's bed.
It had just been getting dark when I fell asleep and when I awoke it was pitch black, probably around 2am. I simply closed my eyes again to fall back asleep when I felt a slight touch on my thigh. I froze in place, wondering what the touch was. It slid to my inner thigh and moved upward, pushing my dress upward.
I repositioned myself, trying to discourage the intruder, all the while pretending I'm still asleep. The touch disappears, but soon comes back, but this time on my upper chest, just above where my dress sits. With every breath I take, the hand slips underneath my dress further and further, I open my eyes just enough to glance at Dan with his hand softly sliding further into my dress, onto my breast.
I shifted my position again, but for some reason I opened myself up more to being touched rather than as I had discouraged it before. Dan's hand jumped away at first, but then returned to the thigh of my leg that was hanging off of the bed now, making my cunt so much more easily accessible. I can feel my pussy lips pulse as his hand slides further and further up my leg.
Why was I thrilled by this? I knew it was Dan, my step-brother standing over me, and I knew it was his hand creeping its way up my leg. Why was I so enthralled by it? I hold back the urge to bite my lip as I think of all the possibilities of what could happen.
His hand gets closer and closer to my pulsing, hot, wet pussy and I feel his fingers brush on the edge of my panties. Oh how I wish I wasn't wearing any right now. As his fingers dance at the edge of my panties trying to maneuver under them, I desperately resist the urge to move so I don't stop him.