50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity – Part 4

Incest sex story 2017: 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity – Part 4

I woke up the next day mortified by my weakness.

What kind of girl watches her brother receiving oral sex?

What kind of girl gets all turned on watching her brother have sex?

I got up, took off my panties that were now sticky and crusty from last night, and tossed them in my laundry hamper.

I grabbed my robe and went to wash away my sin. Just my bad luck that the Jordan River wasn’t nearby, it mighta done the trick.

After a long shower, I went to have a late breakfast and Mom asked, “How was the drive-in?”

“Fine,” I answered, too quickly.

“Did your brother behave?” she asked, knowing that we didn’t get along too great.

“He was as big a fun Nazi as Dad,” I responded.

“Eve!” she shouted at my Nazi reference, then she calmed down and smiled, knowing he was a lot stricter towards me than to Adam. “At least it will make your father happy.”

“Peachy,” I sighed.

About half an hour later I was back in my room, looking through all my outfits that told me that I always dressed like a 12 year old church girl.

I sighed.

The phone rang and Mom called out that it was for me.

I didn’t want to talk to Simon, unsure how much he had seen and what Adam said to him and asked as I went into the kitchen, “who is it?”

“Tiffany,” Mom answered, as surprised as I was.

I took the phone and said, “Hi?”

“I’m going to be there in fifteen minutes to take you shopping. Be ready,” Tiffany ordered.

I started to speak, but she hung up before I could refuse… not at all comfortable with being alone with her after witnessing what I did, not to mention getting felt up by her.

I sighed, unsure what I was going to say to her, yet also excited about the possibility of shopping with someone who had fashion sense and was popular.

I told Mom. “Apparently I’m going shopping with Tiffany.”

“Well, that will be fun,” she smiled.

“It will be something,” I joked.

She laughed, “Yes, it will definitely be something.” She went to her purse and handed me some bills. “Buy yourself a couple new outfits for the trip.”

“Mom, you don’t have to,” I said, surprised because my mom never gave me money… Dad controlled all the money in the house.

“Have fun,” she said, ignoring my offer to give back the money.

“Okay, thanks, Mom,” I said, thinking it would be nice to have a couple new outfits for the trip which we were heading out on in two days.

Twenty minutes later, Tiffany was always late according to Adam, (who by the way was still sleeping at 12:30) Tiffany rolled up in her parent’s car in front of the house.

I went out and got in.

She smiled, “Ready for a makeover?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted.

“Wrong answer,” she said, and started driving.

I won’t bore you with the details of the three hour shopping marathon where I tried on dozens of outfits, but I did end up with two full shopping bags of clothing including a new bra that, as Tiffany said, would make my tits (her word choice) look utterly delicious, three pairs of sexy (rayon!) panties, two dresses, two shirts that were a size smaller than I was (again to showcase my huge tits according to Tiffany who cupped them at least a half dozen times during the day) and a pink bikini.

I refused to leave the changing room, so Tiffany came in.

It was a bikini that definitely left little to the imagination as it barely covered up my large 36D breasts and showed every curve of my butt. It was also so skimpy that my pubic hairs stuck out.

Tiffany asked, looking directly at my crotch, “Haven’t you ever shaved that thing?”

I blushed, as her tone said disgust.

I asked, confused, “Shave?”

“Yeah, can’t have guys seeing your bush in that itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikini,” she pointed out.

“Oh,” was all I could say, feeling embarrassed that my hairy lower region was visible not just around the bikini, but even showed a bit through it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help with that,” she offered, before adding, “Shit, you have an amazing body.”

“Thanks,” I said, flattered by words I’d never heard before from anyone.

“I mean, shit, I could play and suck on those babies all day,” she said, staring at me the way guys often stare at girls.

I blushed, flattered by her words even though they made me feel incredibly awkward.

“Guys are going to be all over you when you saunter around in that bikini,” Tiffany said, before ordering, “turn around. Let’s see that ass.”

I did, feeling like a model in one of those fashion shows we did in grade four (the mother and daughter fashion show and tea).

“Girlfriend, why have you been hiding this body from everybody?” Tiffany asked, walking up to me and squeezing my ass. “Shit, you have a nicer ass than me too, and mine is amazing.”

I stifled a moan as I answered, “Have you met my father?”

“Fair enough, but you’re eighteen,” she pointed out. “Old enough to make your own decisions and old enough to discover who you are.”

“You tell him that,” I scoffed, as Tiffany let go of my ass. “Remember, he made me double date with you and Adam yesterday.”

“But look how well that turned out,” she smiled. “You shoulda seen your face when you came!”

“I got rejected by Simon… twice,” I pointed out, frustrated.

“Well, don’t worry about the Simons of the world. In this bikini, plus the other outfits you got today, the Adams of the world will be trying everything to get inside your joy-hole,” Tiffany predicted, her hand tracing my back.

Her touch felt so weird. It was actually stirring weird feelings as my pussy began to tingle and I knew I had to change before I got the bikini bottom wet even before I bought it.

I scoffed, turning away, “Unlikely.”

Tiffany walked around in front of me and said, “Eve, you’re a beautiful woman with a great body and a sweet personality. You’re a catch for any guy.” She leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips, “Or any girl.”

Any girl? What the hell was that supposed to mean? And what was up with that kiss? My entire being burned as her soft lips, my first girl kiss, so much softer than the spin the bottle guys, sparked another fire inside me.

I couldn’t believe the head cheerleader and my brother’s girlfriend was kissing me, nor could I believe how it made my entire body melt or that my mind shut off when I kissed her back.

It lasted only a few seconds, but enough to completely confuse me. She smiled and said, “I’ll let you change.”

She walked out and I tugged down the bikini just before a gush of wetness leaked from my burning inferno of lust.

I shook my head at the strange lesbian encounter… unsure if Tiffany saw me in a sexual way or was just crazy friendly.

I got dressed and bought the bikini, Tiffany bought a couple of my items too, cos I didn’t have enough money.

“Have fun?” she asked.

“I feel like Cinderella, except instead of a cool glass slipper I have a hot bikini,” I joked.

“Well, the story is similar. Like Cinderella you hid your beauty, had an overbearing parent controlling you and hiding you in ashes… when with one swoosh of a fairy godmother,” she said, doing a spin just like she was my fairy godmother, “you are transformed into a sexy princess. Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!”

“I don’t think the fairy godmother kissed Cinderella,” I joked.

“It’s the 50s, not the dark ages. I’m a sexy liberated fairy godmother,” she smiled. “Actually, I prefer the term fairy sex goddess.”

Feeling comfortable bantering so scandalously with Tiffany, I gave her a deep, formal curtsey, “Yes, my fairy sex goddess.”

She smiled, “Much better.”

Back in her car, she said, “Now to finish the transformation.”

“What else is there?” I asked.

“Never question your fairy sex goddess,” Tiffany scolded, giving my leg a sexy squeeze.

The squeeze, although harmless, sent an electric trigger directly to my pussy.

Back at her house, we spent an hour as she taught me how to use all types of make-up… transforming me from a wallflower to a beautiful woman. I couldn’t believe how make-up could change my looks. I barely recognized myself!

She then said, “Now take off your skirt and panties. Time to deal with that thorny forest and wake up Sleeping Beauty.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Really,” she nodded, “and then sit on the edge of my bed.”

“Um, okay,” I said, unsure.

“Just do it. Your fairy sex goddess knows what is best for you,” she playfully replied, as she grabbed one of her pom poms and waved it over me like it was fairy dust. “Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!”

I laughed, “Am I a cheerleader now?”

“You could definitely be a cheerleader,” she nodded as she left the room.

I took off my skirt and panties and sat at the end of her bed, my legs crossed.

She returned, grabbed a pom-pom again and waved over me, “Spread your legs nice and wide.”

“Like the parting of the Red Sea,” I joked.

“Hopefully there is no Red Sea today, neither from a period nor a cut if you move while I shave,” she warned, before adding as she grabbed the scissors, “So don’t move.”

“Okay,” I nodded, as I watched her start snipping off my hair.

“I’ll cut as much as I can before I use the razor,” she said, as she worked.

“Okay,” I repeated, still in awe that I was at Tiffany’s about to get shaved down there.

She cut hair for a good five minutes, until I could actually see my pink, slightly wet, labia.

She noticed and smiled, “Your pussy is a little wet.”

I blushed at her observation, as she leaned forward and before I could say anything she licked my pussy! Just three all-too-short laps, creating sensations I didn’t know existed, before sitting back up and saying, “You taste as sweet as you look, Cinderella.”

“Oh God,” I gasped, using the Lord’s name in vain for the first time ever.

“No one has ever licked your licorice I assume?” she asked.

I shook my head no, even as my legs twitched from the aftershocks of the incredible brief, surprising stimulation.

“Your brother eats snatch amazingly,” she revealed.

“Yuck!” I said.

“You didn’t seem to think he was yuck yesterday when you were drooling over his dick,” she pointed out, as she put shaving cream on my much less hairy pussy.

“This feels weird,” I pointed out.

“Oh, it’s going to get even weirder,” she smiled, “Now we wait a minute.”

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