We had traded small gifts in the morning before heading off to our respective colleges for classes, so I thoroughly expected that the evening would simply be about us dressing nicer than usual and going out to dinner at a nicer restaurant than usual.
When I returned from my classes on Valentine's Day, the house was empty. I knew that my big brother and Master would return about an hour behind me due to his class schedule, so I went into action to surprise my forbidden lover.
I knew that I did not have the time to fully shower and wash my hair and paint my nails. I had at least painted my nails the previous evening, so that part was completed. But I did do something which I knew would truly shock my big brother, for it also surprised me.
For the first time since I could remember, I went to my bedroom closet, and actually selected a dress -- specifically, the dark purple velvet dress which clasped my body so firmly that it was truly a second skin.
Granted, I would almost always wear a skirt when working at the video store, and would sometimes wear a skirt to class. While I owned heels, I rarely ever wore them. This time, in addition to the velvet dress, I selected a pair of shiny black heels.
In short, I would truly look stereotypically feminine.
I knew that my big brother would have his hands on me all evening, which was exactly what I wanted! Even as I prepared for the evening, I kept caressing the soft velvet myself, enjoying its sensual feel and admiring how well it showed off my graceful curves.
Eventually, I was ready. I sat on the sofa, my legs crossed in ladylike fashion for once, the heels somewhat uncomfortable due to the lack of wear yet confining my feet in a way which made me think of being hindered, being restricted, being bound. As I watched the local news, my hands kept caressing the velvet, especially the velvet covering my breasts, causing the crotch of my thong to dampen and add my natural scent to the hint of perfume I had added to each wrist. My mind wandered, and I imagined my red-painted lips and my red-tipped fingers wrapping around the forbidden phallus as was fed an eternal love...
I could well have showered and washed my hair, for my big brother was over an hour late coming home, but when he did finally arrive, he was beaming, even before his eyes befell me.
"Oh my...!" he exclaimed, clearly stunned to see me in a dress, and in the velvet dress in particular. "Vicki, you're so elegant!"
I simply could not be mad at him, even though he was so late without explanation. I stood and approached him, feeling slightly wobbly due to the heels, and his arms wrapped around me so tightly that I knew he would be touching me all evening long. His desire was evident, solidifying and lengthening between us as his hands roamed my back, and our lips fused together.
When we at last stepped back from each other, I was breathless, heady with love, my heartbeat definitely accelerated. The embrace had affected my big brother as well, his nostrils flaring slightly in his quest for oxygen.
"Come," he finally said, taking me by the hand and leading me to the front porch.
Parked on the street in front of the house was a Mitsubishi Eclipse. It was pristine, the glow of the nearby streetlamps reflecting perfectly off the polished silver.
"It has all of fifteen miles on it," he proclaimed, "and it's now ours."
