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I had no shortage of male admirers at school, but knowing how boys talked and how girls were branded, especially if they were prepared to go all the way, completely put me off engaging sexually with any of them. I know what they say about blowing your own trumpet but both boys and men found me attractive. The reason I knew this was because so many of them said so, even other girls said so. Being above average height, at 5' 10", with lovely well formed long legs and beautiful brunette hair, which was long and wavy, and having a 34D, 26, 35 body was probably enough to attract the attention of most men. When you add to this my large green eyes, full thick lips, high cheek bones and petite sculptured nose that flared ever so slightly at the end, then you even had girls admiring my body and looks.
The truth was that I was that at 19 I was more than ready to lose my virginity. In fact when home in bed, my fingers buried deep inside my pussy, it was all I could think about. I had become an expert in masturbation, after all practice makes perfect, and it was very rarely that I didn't finger myself to a climax. In fact most nights I would manage to make myself cum more than once and I soon discovered that I could bring myself off every time. I'd lie on top of my bed playing with my sex, finger fucking my cunny. It was as if my pussy had become programmed to get all wet and tingly the instant I was alone in my bedroom, as if telling me that it needed stimulation and satisfaction. I'd run my finger along the sensitive slit and outer labia, ever so slowly, teasing my pussy entry before gently pushing finger after finger deep inside the tight wet hole.
Fairly early own in my experimenting stage I had tasted myself and it had now become part of the modus operandi. Now, once my cunt became very wet, I would take my fingers out and taste myself, this always pleased me as it always tasted so sweet and I wondered if other girls sex tasted as sweet as mine. I would do this several times and of course this would make my pussy wetter than ever. I would then move my other hand down in between my legs and play with my clit. I'd start off slowly and build up speed until my hand would become almost a blur in a frenzy of movement and it was then I would climax.
During the whole masturbation process I would of course be fantasizing about a man, his big rampant raging cock and what he would be doing to me with it. Originally my fantasy seemed to be about a mystery guy but in recent times there had been no mystery guy only my brother Peter. At first this had disgusted me and I had tried to focus on someone else for my fantasy but as hard as I tried it always seemed that at the very last minute Peter would be on top of me driving his huge hard tool deep inside my deep tight wet and more than willing pussy.
My brother Peter, who was a bit older than me, was a really nice guy and very popular at college and never seemed short of girlfriends. He was easily over 6', with dark short curly hair and sky blue eyes that seemed fathomless. He was what you would say handsome and had a great physique as he loved sports and tried to participate in almost all of them. We had a fantastic relationship and I loved him. I think he was probably the reason I found it difficult to choose a boyfriend, none of the guys I knew measured up to Peter.
The thought came to me one night after I had satisfied my urges and was lying in bed thinking about my fantasy. It was blatantly obvious from my recurring fantasy that I was attracted to Peter sexually and had he not been my brother I would gladly have let him be my first. The more I thought about the situation the more convinced I became that Peter would be the ideal first lover. He was handsome, had a great body, big beautiful cock, this I knew having walked in on him in the shower a couple of times, and wouldn't be able to tell. So I decided there and then to set about seducing him.
I knew how guys liked nicely trimmed or even shaved pussy. I had heard this from girlfriends at school, who had apparently gone all the way. So the very next day, after my decision, I invested in a trimmer and the minute I got home locked myself in the bathroom and trimmed my pussy down to a number one in the shape of a P. In the next few days I dressed like a complete whore, even dad seemed to take notice, but since I only dressed like that in the house I think he found it a bit embarrassing to confront me about it. Mum on the other hand made a couple of comments but didn't push the matter too far probably thinking and no doubt praying that it was just one of those passing phase.
It was my parent's anniversary and dad had booked a surprise holiday for mum and himself to Las Vegas. The timing couldn't have been more perfect for me. The day they left I decided that Peter would fuck me the very next day.
Getting up in the morning I had a nice long bath and trimmed my pussy right down. I'd left the bathroom door ajar, hoping Peter might walk in and see me completely in the buff, sitting there legs wide apart pussy all wet and puffy while I trimmed it, but unfortunately that just didn't happen.
After my soak I choose my apparel carefully. A pair of very tiny, really flimsy and tight white knickers, folding the crutch I made sure that the rest of the material sunk deep into my slit, dividing my pussy into two halves. The friction of the knickers on my pussy as I moved around my room getting ready had my juices running in minutes and I was pleased that the knickers were soon drenched with my sexual sap. I found a pair of long white thigh high socks and put them on. I got out a dark green pleated school skirt, but didn't think it was short enough, so I rolled up the waist a couple of times until it was a couple of inches shorter than the socks and showed of the tops of my legs. Finally I put on a thin white nylon blouse ensuring that the first four buttons were undone as well as the last three and tied it just below my bosom leaving my tummy bare.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror. The outcome was excellent. My legs looked even longer with the full length socks and the skirt barely covered my pussy but with the socks drawn up only a small part of my bare thighs could be seen. On top, my full bosom strained at the material and my long hard dark rusty brown nipples were well defined and clearly visible as they tented the material in two perfect peaks. My tummy looked smooth and flat. I was very proud of my body. I took my time over the makeup and then sprayed myself with some really expensive perfume dad had bought me on one of his trips.
I went downstairs and was very pleased to see my brother was up. It was still pretty early in the morning for him, and although I had heard him shower, he was still only wearing his underpants, which wasn't at all unusual for him. He was splayed out on the couch and I could make out the outline of his placid cock and balls. He had had breakfast; the empty cereal bowl was on the coffee table as was his empty cup.
He turned and looked at me briefly then turned away for a brief instance then looked at me again only this time his deep blue piercing eyes seemed to scan me up and down.
"Hey sis you look really hot today, love the skirt." He said and then quickly looked away again.
I was thrilled, that small comment made my day, Peter found me sexy. I wanted to jump on him there and then and beg him to fuck me but I knew that I needed it to be his move. It was up to me to entice him into making it. I moved in front of him and deliberately bending down from the waist just in front of him made sure that he saw my tight arse and my flimsy knickers which dug deep inside my trimmed pussy, lingering in the position longer than I needed to in order to pick up the dishes from the coffee table. I heard him let out a deep sigh but that was it. I had hopped that the sight of my scantily clad quim would have given him all the enticement necessary to act and was disappointed when he didn't.
"I'm just going to have a tea in the kitchen, would you like one?" I asked.
"Yeah sis that be good."
"Come on then." I Said and started walking to the kitchen, pleased to note that he was up and following me.
We were in the kitchen now and I made the tea as promised. Setting it down in front of him I looked down at his cock, to my delight the bulge was much bigger than before. I moved to sit opposite him and ensuring he wasn't looking, tilted my cup slightly spilling some of the contents on the floor.
"Shit, I'll have to wipe that up now." I spoke loudly, as perhaps I would normally have done had the act not been deliberate.
I moved across the kitchen and got a big piece of kitchen roll moving back to the spill I got down on all fours knowing full well that the skirt would ride up and expose my scantily clad arse and most of my pussy. I could feel the wetness of my knickers as the crutch dug deeper into my slit and bent forward as much as possible to give him a good view.