This story is based partially on actual events.
My name is Mitch, and I had no idea what was in store when Craig invited me over to his house for dinner. Craig and I are both seniors at the same high school, and both just turned 18. When I arrived, Craig's two older sisters were there, and their parents were not. Apparently, they were on an overnight trip and left the kids in charge.
I was actually thrilled as both Craig's sisters are hot! Christy, the oldest, is 22. She's a little shorter than me, maybe 5'7" and slim. She has an olive complexion which adds to her mystery. She has small pert breasts, long dark hair halfway down her back and olive eyes.
Cindy, her younger sister, is 20. Both girls are attending college in a neighboring town and share an apartment. Cindy is slightly shorter than Christy and has hair cut in an A-line style, longer towards the front and shorter in the back. Other than that, they could be twins.
I secretly had a crush on them, but never let on to Craig.
Christy and Cindy were off on winter break from school and made us a spaghetti feast. While Craig and I cleaned up the dishes (not my favorite thing to do), the sisters said they were preparing a surprise for us.
We were told to sit on the couch in the family room and wait. After a while, music started up, a sort of soft jazz sensuous tune with plenty of saxophone.
Christy and Cindy emerged from the hall wearing matching very short, very tight skirts and clingy tops that outlined their small breasts perfectly, a little too perfectly! My dick almost instantly started to respond.
The pair began a very seductive dance routine, hips gyrating in unison to the music, arms waving in sync and heads tossing hair back and forth. I was a bit dumbfounded. I'd been around this family for a number of years and nothing like this had ever happened. Not that I minded. I didn't mind one little bit, and neither did my hardening dick.
The girls continued their dance, and to my amazement began shedding clothes! It started with their high heeled shoes, which they flipped off simultaneously. They turned their backs to us and while sticking our their butts, removed their black tights. Their skirts were so short that bending over like that revealed ass cheeks only somewhat covered by black panties.
"Shit!" I said. "What's going on here?"
"Shhh!" Christy said. "Just enjoy the show!"
Next came their clingy tops which, when discarded, revealed matching black bras that left little to the imagination. Their nipples showed through the sheer fabric and I had to shift my position a bit to make room for a growing erection. I hoped the girls didn't notice, or maybe I wanted them to!
Finally they undid their skirts and shimmied out of them, leaving the pair wearing only bras and panties. They continued their dance until the music ended. As the room fell silent the two gathered up their clothes and ran back down the hallway without saying a word.
"What the fuck was that?" I said to Craig, who looked as confused as I was.
"You got me!" he said.
I wasn't sure if seeing his sisters in their underwear had grossed him out or aroused him.
Eventually Christy and Cindy came back into the living room, fully clothed once again. They fell into easy chairs across the room and smiled broadly.
"What'd you think?" Christy asked.
"Did we do good?" Cindy added.
"Uh, yeah!" I said. "But... what was that?"
The pair laughed and looked at each other as if deciding what story to tell.
"Truth is," Cindy began, "we've been throwing the idea around of trying out for some dance routines and wanted to practice on someone."
"And the strip-tease?" I said.
"That was Christy's idea," Cindy said, motioning to her sister.
Christy had a sly smile on her face. "I just wanted to spice things up a bit. Did it work?"
Oh it worked all right, I thought to myself. A bit too well. I still had a rock hard erection that I was afraid was pretty noticeable through my running shorts. I crossed my legs to hide it a bit.
"It was pretty sexy!" I replied. "But why'd you stop?"
"Oh, that's as far as you get, Mitch," Christy said, laughing again.
It was a pretty quiet evening after their little show. We watched a movie, but I was eyeing the two of them as much watching the flick. When it came time to crash we said our good-nights and the girls headed off to the room they shared.
Craig and I were in his room, Craig on his bed and me in a sleeping bag on a mat on the floor. I dozed off, dreaming about that strip-tease.
A couple of hours later I woke up, needing to use the bathroom. I got up, trying not to disturb Craig and ventured out into the hallway. There were a couple of night lights that helped illuminate the passageway and I had no problem finding the bathroom.
After I finished, I opened the bathroom door very softly and noticed a shadow in the hall that hadn't been there before. As I emerged, I looked up and saw that the shadow cast by the night light was Christy, coming out of her room across the hall.
Even in the dim light I could see she was wearing a very sheer nightgown. Without a bra, I could see her tits pushing against the fabric. She was a bit backlit as well. A small triangle of light shone from the rear, revealing the outline of her crotch perfectly.
"Sorry!" I whispered, trying not to stare. "I didn't see you there."
She took a step closer, putting that gorgeous body only inches away.
Christy didn't say a word but lifted up her chin and planted a gentle kiss right on my lips!
She touched my arm as she kissed me.
"No problem," she whispered in my ear. "Maybe we can meet again like this over at my apartment sometime."
Before I could answer she dropped her arm and grazed it across my waist, lowering just slightly to slide her fingers over my fully erect dick that was sticking straight out from my pajamas. Oh fuck, I had a hard on!
Christy continued on into the bathroom and closed the door.
I practically came right there and rushed back into Craig's room, totally embarrassed.
No one had ever touched my dick like that. Yes, I was a virgin and I was a little embarrassed by that too. I know a lot of guys my age were already experienced in bed. There wasn't any particular reason why I was still a virgin. It just hadn't happened for me yet.
I was so close to an orgasm that I had to quietly take out a t-shirt from my bag and jerk off into it. It took only a couple of strokes on my dick before a load of cum shot into the shirt. It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had, up to that point.
I got back into my sleeping bag, but had a really hard time falling back to sleep, as visions of Christy's kiss, her touch, and her invitation kept flooding my mind.
The next morning Christy acted as if nothing had happened. Had I dreamt all of it? No, I still had a cum-soaked t-shirt. I know that I had been fully awake for our middle-of-the-night rendezvous. But was her touch on my cock an accident or on purpose?
The parents were arriving back that morning so Christy and Cindy packed up after breakfast and got ready to go back to their apartment.
As they were leaving, Christy stopped at the front door and faced me.
"Hey Mitch," she said, hefting a gym bag. "Craig says you're good with computers, right?"
"Uh, yeah. I set up the network in your house here, remember?"
"Right," she said. "That's right. Anyway, I'm having some problems with my desktop. Would you mind stopping by sometime, maybe even tonight, to take a look?"
It seemed like such an innocent request. I'd hoped there was more to it but also knew Christy was way beyond my reach and four years older than me.
"Sure," I said. "Tonight's fine. 6?"
"Thanks!" she said, turning and walking out the door, closing it behind her.
I was pretty nervous as I drove to Christy and Cindy's apartment. I had no idea whether I was coming to fix a computer or... something more?
I arrived right on time and knocked on their door.
Christy answered and motioned me inside. She was wearing a white chiffon blouse that was just slightly sheer, revealing a white bra underneath. Short shorts completed the outfit. She was also barefoot.
"Hey, thanks for coming over, especially on such short notice," Christy said. "The computer's over there," she said, motioning to a desk in their dining room.
"Sure," I said, walking over and sitting in front of the computer. "What's the problem?"
