That meant we were done by 1 in the afternoon. There was some marathon on TV that she wanted to watch, so we crashed on the couch with snacks and sodas, she watched TV and we cuddled when I wasn’t taking a nap. After our road trip in August, we hadn’t really even made out. Just touching, hugging, and cuddling. It felt a little like the first stages of a relationship, the part where you’re getting physically comfortable with each other, sort of a feeling out phase. Nothing overtly sexual. I didn’t really have any first hand experience with it, just what I had seen from other couples during high school. I was really comfortable with it and looked forward to spending time with her.
About 4, she got up and pulled me up with her. “I want to go out to eat at that steakhouse on Route 83, the nice one. Go take another shower, you smell.” She then pushed me towards the stairs. So I did what I was told.
When I got out of the shower, she had raided my closet and pulled out a pair of nice slacks and a shirt she had bought me a couple of years ago. She had a t-shirt, socks and underwear laid out as well, with a note that said “Wear this, no subs”. Okay, I can do that.
She took a quick shower while I got dressed. She came out of the bathroom as I was headed downstairs, and she gave me a quick once over.
“Nice. I’ll be down in a minute.” She wasn’t. It was more like 30 minutes. But it was worth it.
As it was cold out in the middle of January, she had opted for jeans and a silk blouse. They were form fitting and she had one hell of a form. She had her hair down, styled to frame her face the way I really liked it. She had on the necklace I had given her for Christmas and she somehow found a pair of earrings to go with it. Her boots came up over her calf with the legs of her jeans tucked inside. Saying she was beautiful didn’t do her justice.
I helped her with her coat and we headed out. The restaurant was surprisingly not busy so we were seated quickly. We sat together, ate off each other’s plate, and generally acted like two people comfortable with each other. We held hands in the parking lot walking back to the car.
In the car, she put her hand over mine on the gear shift lever and we just kept them there all the way home. It was already very dark by 6 that time of year but we were still careful going in the house. Once again, I unlocked the door and opened it, letting her enter first. As I closed the door, I turned to lock it. When I turned around, she had already removed her jacket.
She didn’t hug me, she didn’t throw herself at me, she launched herself at me. My back slammed into the door when she hit me. Our lips met, then our tongues met and I got totally lost in it. She pressed herself into me, and with my back against the door, I had nowhere to go. I had been semi-erect most of the evening but now I was fully hard. She found the bulge with her pubic area and ground against me with a vengeance. For the first time in my life, I grabbed a woman’s ass. And it wasn’t just any woman, it was my sister’s ass. It was…wow. She seemed to enjoy it, too, judging from the increased tempo of her grinding. I think we had just progressed to dry humping, actually.
“Take me upstairs, Mitchell,” her voice was husky. We were both breathing heavily now. She unwrapped herself from around my neck and pulled me up the stairs by the hand. Without hesitation, she led me into her room.
I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had been in her room, it had been maybe three or four years ago. It hadn’t changed much from what I remembered. It was larger than mine, that I knew. I remembered when we had moved in, I think I was 10 and she was 9, I let her have it because she had more stuff than I did and she needed the extra room.
The most unique thing in the room wasn’t the queen size bed or the huge mirrored dresser, it was the Victorian floor standing mirror she found in an antique shop when she was 13. It was angled so that she had a front and back view of her outfit in the dresser mirror.
We continued kissing and running our hands over each other’s body. When we came up for air, I turned her around so that she was facing the mirror and I was standing behind her. I kissed the side of her neck and she pushed back into me. I started at the top button of her blouse and started unbuttoning it.
“I love you so much, you are so fucking beautiful, Tammy. I want you so bad right now. First, I’m going to undress you, one button at a time. Slowly. I’m not going to touch you while I do it and you can’t touch yourself, either.’ That made her groan. Her hands came up to touch her boobs, but I grabbed them and put them to her sides. “No,”
I would switch sides kissing her neck with each button. By the time I had all seven undone, she felt like she was vibrating with arousal. I slid her shirt off and knelt down to unzip her boots. Getting those off proved a little difficult but we managed to do it without falling over. Next up were her jeans. I moved her hands to place them on her stomach with a reminder about not touching herself. She tried. I let her get away with rubbing the skin of her stomach. I unbuckled her belt and got the snap on her jeans open. She whimpered “Hurry up, Mitchell. Please.”
“No.”
She actually stomped her foot. “Fuck me, dammit.”
“I will. When I get there.”
Another whimper. When I looked up, she was watching the mirror, eyes half open. I thought I could see her nipples protruding through the padding of her bra. She was still squirming around, grinding against my cock with her ass. I was driving her crazy.
Getting her jeans off without touching her with my hands also proved challenging, since they were tight fitting. When they finally came off, you could not only smell her arousal but see it in the crotch of her panties. You couldn’t miss that dark spot where her legs joined. I loved her scent.
I pushed her upper body forward a bit so I could get my hands in between us to unhook her bra. Alternating kisses on her neck as I counted the hooks, she had now closed her eyes and was biting her lower lip. Bringing my arms around in front of her, I hooked my fingers under the band of her bra and slowly started lifting.
I watched in the mirror as I lifted her bra up and over her tits. She moaned as the fabric caressed her nipples as I slid her bra over them. She had puffy areolas with a small nub at the apex. They were a dark shade of pink and they were out and proud. The size fit her body perfectly.
Once they were free, she reached up, grabbed her bra and flung it across the room. My hands were now resting on the patch of skin between her collar bone and the downward slope of her boobs. Laying my hands flat against her skin, I slowly slid them back down until my palms found her nipples. I paused briefly to gently squeeze her breasts and slid my hands down further to cup and lift them, using my thumb and index finger to gently squeeze and tug on her nipples.
Her orgasm surprised the shit out of me. All I heard was “Oh, god, Mi –” and the rest of it trailed off into a wail. I barely got my arms around her middle before she went limp. We ended up on the floor, her legs bent out to one side with me kneeling behind her. Her head rested against my shoulder, her eyes closed and she was breathing heavily, almost panting.
I guess we were there for a couple of minutes when she opened her eyes and smiled at me in the mirror, whispering “Do that again, I dare you.” She put her hands over mine and pulled them back up to her nipples. “I’ve never cum that way before. You’re the first person to ever touch me there.”
I loved the feel of her tits, her nipples firm against the palms of my hands. She closed her eyes and moaned steadily while I played with them, rubbing, pinching and squeezing. My knees finally started to ache so I murmured into her left ear, “The bed would be more comfortable.”
“Yeah.” I helped her get to her feet and turned her to face me. We shuffled over to the edge of the bed. I slid my hands inside the elastic band of her panties and ran them over her ass cheeks as she ground into me. We kissed some more. She unbuttoned my shirt and I shrugged out of it, letting it fall behind me. I had to help her get my t-shirt up over my head and that hit the floor behind me, too.
She started to unbuckle my belt but I stopped her. I slid her panties down over her ass and they fell to the floor at her feet. She kicked them aside as her hands went back to my belt. I stopped her a second time and guided her back to sit on the edge of the bed. Grabbing a couple of her small pillows, I threw them behind her and pushed her back so she was laying with her head resting on them. I grabbed a thick pillow and dropped it on the floor between her feet.
Her eyes lit up and she bit her lower lip. As I knelt down, she spread her legs for me. She had shaved her pubic area smooth and in the low light of the bedside lamp, I could see how aroused she was. Her labia were full and there was moisture beaded up around them. I could see her clit starting to peek out from under its hood. As I leaned forward, one hand came up to entangle itself in my hair and the other went to one of her nipples.
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