Stephanie stood at the full-length mirror on her closet door, admiring her eighteen year old body. Slowly, sensuously, she unbuttoned her blouse, one deliberate button at a time. Finally, it hung open, revealing her full, but not overly large, breasts encased in a white, very utilitarian bra. She frowned a little at that, but it was the first thing she'd grabbed that morning, since she overslept and had to rush to get to school on time. The objectionable bra came off quickly, and so Steph stood there in her almost too-tight jeans, and nothing else.
Her fingers caressed the underside of her just-right breasts, before circling the areola, with their quickly hardening nipples. She was really proud of her nipples, because when she got really aroused, they were nearly rock-hard and about the size of the tip of her little finger. They were well on their way to full hardness as she circled them with her fingers and lightly pinched them while she played. Caressing as she went, she took a tit in each hand and savored the feel of her perfect-handful breasts, then gave them a little squeeze.
Stephanie loved the feel of her tits in her hands; the silky skin, their weight, and especially the fact that just touching them like this could get her so horny. It could sometimes be kind of embarrassing to get so worked up by touching her breasts, especially showering after gym class, but she loved the sensation so much she didn't let "inappropriate" times keep her from enjoying herself.
From caressing her whole breast, Steph pulled her hands slowly outward, keeping her fingers in contact with her tits, until only two fingers of each hand remained, enclosing each nipple. A slight gasp escaped her mouth as she played with her nipples a little, then suddenly, she clamped down, hard.
A cry of pain, surprise and, most of all, arousal echoed off the walls of her room as she pinched her nipples with all her might. Her pussy moistened at the sensation, and the harder she bore down, the wetter it got. It took a monumental effort not to release them and spare herself the pain, but the delicious feeling that accompanied the pain wouldn't be denied. Suddenly, she let up on the pressure her fingers created, and moaned at the feeling of the blood rushing back into the nips, then without giving herself time to get used to the feeling, squeezed again as hard as she could.
She was moaning openly now. She knew her brother would be home soon, but she wanted this to last. Besides, it wasn't like she didn't know her brother had seen her play with herself before, in fact, she'd actually made sure a few times that he had something to look at.
Letting go of her nipples, she lightly ran her hands down her belly to the top of her blue jeans. Sensuously, she unbuttoned each button on the fly, then wriggled them off her hips and down her legs and off. Again, for the same reason as the bra, her underwear was screamingly dull. Making a face, she whisked off the boring panties and turned to the mirror.
Now, totally nude, she could really get into enjoying herself. She diddled her fingers around in her pubic bush, tugging on them a little, feeling how thick it was. She knew there were boys, and probably a few girls (at least those that weren't in her gym classes), who wondered if she was a blond all over. Well, they'd know if they could see her now. The hair at her pussy was as light colored as the hair on her head. She knew what a rarity that was, and thought it made her just that much more special.
Running one hand down her thigh (the other had made its way back to her breasts), she lightly ran her fingernails all the way up the inside of her thigh until they reached her thick-furred cunt. Once there, her fingers went to work.
Avoiding her clit right away, her fingers played all around her pussylips, just touching the skin, making her shudder with delight. They then went to the lips themselves, pulling on them and caressing them, before pushing a finger up inside her cunt.
Steph loved playing with herself. She had to, since even though there were any number of boys at school who'd love to get into her panties, she still hadn't had the nerve to actually go all the way. A couple of times she'd gotten close to losing her cherry, but at the last minute, she chickened out, and thank god the boys had satisfied themselves with getting a blow job. Stephanie loved sex, she knew how good it could make her feel, and she really enjoyed dressing in sexy underwear, but she still didn't know if she could get herself to let a guy fuck her.
Anyway, while she was fingering her pussy hole, Steph reached out her thumb and gave her clit a good rub. At that, she jumped a little, and let out a long, low moan. Once she started working on her clit, Stephanie almost never let go, until she had two or three crashing orgasms. This time, however, she was on her way to a night out with some friends, and had to get dressed.
She sighed, then went to her dresser and got some underwear. This time, however, she picked it more carefully than she had this morning.
Steph put on her bra, a lacy little thing that only just barely covered her tits, and was sheer enough that you could practically see right through it. Next, she started to put on a garter belt that matched the bra, then rolled stockings up her legs and attached them. She stood before the mirror and admired how well the black lace of the garter belt framed her blond pussy mound. Giving her clit another quick rub, she reached back and got her panties and put them on. These were a really lacy number with a thong back and they hid virtually nothing. As underwear, they were worthless, but as something that could make a girl feel really sexy and good about herself, they were great.
Just as she was ready to open the closet and start looking for the right dress to wear with something like this, Stephanie heard a sound outside her door. She turned to see that it was partly open, and saw her twin brother, Reggie, through the crack.
Suddenly, she didn't feel like giving him a show. Before he could have a chance to run away, she dashed to the door and flung it open, knocking Reg onto his ass on the hallway floor. His pants were around his knees and his hard-on stuck out from between his shirt tails. After a few moments staring up at Stephanie with a shocked look on his face, he realized his state, and reached down to try to arrange himself.
"Stop right there, asshole," Stephanie ordered. Reggie hesitated at the words and tone of voice she used. He'd never heard his sister talk to him like that. But his sense of propriety once more took over, and he tried to cover up his teenaged woody; he was starting to get a little embarrassed.
"Drop your hands."
Stunned, he complied.
"Sit up."
Once again, he followed the order.
"Unbutton your shirt."
Partly scared at the situation, Reggie popped open the front of his shirt until it hung loose. A distant part of him wondered why he hadn't gone soft, yet.
"Remove your shirt and pants."
