“You have wonderful hands and know how to rub body lotion on a body.” She smiled, looking over her shoulder. “If I knew that, I would have asked you for help way sooner.” She added. I was elated and kept squeezing, massaging, and caressing her marvelous ass as she pushed more and more onto my willing hands.
“My legs, too, please.” She begged, and I knelt on the floor and obliged. Joni let out several “Ahhs’s…and Ooo’s…” as I worked her pretty little toes, ankles, shins, and calves. “Up here too, please.” She begged again, pointing to her thighs and raising the towel just below the groin.
By then, I was fully hard, and my cock was tenting under my shorts. I contemplated if I should get off my knees and stand in front of Joni to give her a chance to notice the state that I was in or get up and walk off, giving her an excuse.
“Please…You are very good at it, please…” she begged with pleading eyes. I got off my knees, swiftly turned away from Joni, and bent my back to apply the lotion on her flawless, creamy thighs. Again, I rubbed the cream generously and gently on her skin.
“Thank you!” she exclaimed. “I hope your hands are not tried to do the rest of me.” She spoke. I was stunned. The rest of her? Before I could utter a word, Joni was quick to drop the towel, revealing her stunning breasts. Her erect, pointed nipples contrasted with the soft masses of her creamy breasts, dark, pink areolas puckered around the hard, red buds… My balls and cock rocked freely underneath the pants, certainly getting me even stiffer instantly. I was speechless, and my jaw dropped to touch the floor as my widened eyes fastened to her staggering twin peaks to her cleanly shaven pussy. I couldn’t quite make out if I shivered in nervousness or joy.
“What’s the matter? You have seen a naked girl before, right? If you haven’t, you have now.” Joni chuckled.
“What do you mean by your front?” I had to question to be sure, although I knew exactly what she meant. However, I couldn’t deny the rush of excitement I felt at the thought of having to rub the rest of her body, yet to be caressed by my hands—especially her breasts.
“The front? My chest and belly, silly!” Joni chuckled, slapping my back playfully.
“I don’t know, Joni, maybe I shouldn’t,” I said against my will.
“I know you do. Come closer…” she invited with open arms, and my mindless body willingly took a step closer to her. “You can do it. Can’t you?” she said, landing a quick peck on my cheek.
“Ya, ok.” I stuttered, poured cream onto my hands, and rubbed my palms together to warm it, surveying the gorgeous pair of breasts aimed at me with pretty and pointy peach nipples. Joni watched every movement eagerly with a playful smile. No sooner did my wobbly hands reach her breasts; she snuck her hand between us and instantly clutched my clothed-clad cock. I jumped, my stiff cock jerked, and she giggled.
“My guess was right.” She chuckled as she gleamed her eyes. “I knew you would get stiff playing with my ass. Did you like doing it? But I am happy you got hard touching a girl’s ass, not some rough dudes.” She sounded solemn while I turned crimson.
“There is no shame…. I am a girl and happy you got hard for a girl. Actually, I am flattered.” Joni said, gently moving her fingers under the waistband of my shorts while I gasped as her fingers crawled downwards, caressing the length of my shaft. I gasped and swallowed the lump in my throat while my shaft pulsed, leaking pre-cum.
“Go on, rub some cream on my chest.” She purred. “I’ve got your cream all over my hand too.” She smiled, pushing down my shorts. I tentatively stretched my hand and placed it on Joni’s breasts. Just the feeling of my hand on her boobs felt so good but also felt wrong.
“That feels good. I think my skin tingled when you rubbed lotion…because it was scorched. Rub more lotion, please. “She pleaded while gently guiding her hand up and down my erection as her other hand squeezed and cupped my sack. The throbbing sensation was driving me mad. My cock felt huge, more swollen than it had ever been before, and her touch caused me to gasp and moan softly. I rubbed lotion around her firm breasts using my palms of mine and softly caressed her nipples, which were hard and erect. I started rubbing them, and she moaned softly. My cock was throbbing, and the head of my cock was now pressed up against the soft flesh of her thigh while the shaft was being rhythmic swung in her fist. We were breathing heavier, and she leaned onto the vanity top, and then there wasn’t even time to react as Joni shoved my shaft between her thighs, locking it tightly at the vee of her thighs. I moaned to the pleasure while my cock jolted with a quick leak of pre-cum.
“There….” she said with an impish smile. “This should make you more comfortable.” There was a bit of a grunt that came from my throat as my sensitive meat stick was within the thickness of Joni’s thighs. It certainly didn’t help that the slight push she made involuntarily caused me to react, as well as a quick thrust of my own.
“Go on…” she smiled, That very mischievous smile again. “You’ve done this before, right? This time… remember, you are doing it with a girl.” I remained still with both hands on her breasts while my pre-cum oozing cock nested between her thighs, watching my sister’s smile, a mixture of sincerity and lusty. I didn’t need any more encouragement to take what was offered to satisfy myself. Therefore, I began to pump my cock between the thighs that Joni was so gracious to provide and allowed the pleasure.
“Comfy?” she asked, catching her breath and tightening the pressure that her thighs were providing. This increased tightness further emphasized how soft and smooth the flesh of her thighs was. It was only a few more strokes before I had given a final push into the tight gap and fired off strong jets of cum that was warm, began to spill on Joni’s thighs, and dribbled down. Not wasting another second enjoying the bliss of the afterglow, I rushed to kiss my sister passionately while still gliding my cock between her well-lubed thighs.
“Ohh…brother dear, you did it. I am very happy for you.” Joni whispered, giving me a soft kiss. “Do you know why?” she asked with a radiant smile and answered her own question without waiting for me to utter a word, saying, “Now I am assured you won’t go out to hang out with your friends or jack-off watching gay porn.” She chuckled and parted from me. I wasn’t a bit surprised by Joni’s logic or her thought process, knowing her well, but I was mortified that she premeditated and deceived me into rubbing lotion on her and milking me to prevent her notion of me.
“Trust me, I won’t hang out with anyone or watch anything,” I promised her as she headed to her room to get dressed for the party.
When Joni returned home around ten pm, she immediately rushed into my room. “I’ve got some good news for you. I met this girl I went to junior high with…. She is pretty, petite, and an excellent match for you.”
“Wait a minute, Joni. Are you trying to set me up on a blind date again? I had enough of those and don’t want another blind date.” I said annoyingly.
“Who said a blind date? Just listen up, brother… This girl had just broken up with her asshole boyfriend, and I already talked to her about you, and she is interested. Come on, now. Can you try going on a date one more time? You have already gone out a couple of times with me and had fun. I know this one is different.” She went on.
“Why is this girl any different from the rest? ” I asked in the same annoyed tone of voice.
“Ok, her name is Minda. Her family migrated from the Philippines when she was about eight, and now she is going to the same community college you are attending. Talking to her, she has interests similar to yours, and I know you two will hit it out. She is coming to our place tomorrow to borrow some books from me, and you will meet her then. What do you say?”
“I don’t know Joni…”
“Ok, without backing out, why don’t you meet her first and then decide?” She finally said, and it sounded more like motherly advice than a comment or a request. I nodded like an obedient child.
When Minda arrived, Joni greeted her and introduced her to me, and then they disappeared to Joni’s room for a while before coming to the family room, where we chatted. My first impression of Minda was that she was pretty attractive and friendly. As we spoke briefly, my first impression of her solidified, and I began to like her. She was a brunette with mahogany eyes and a small hourglass-shaped frame, stood about 5’2”, seemed intelligent, had similar interests, and could converse about anything. I was fascinated by her demeanor, friendliness, and outgoing personality. The Renaissance festival came up sometime during the conversation, and Minda expressed her desire to go. Joni was quick to say, “My brother also wanted to go this coming Saturday, the festival’s last day, but I can’t. Maybe he can take you.”
“I would love to.” Said Minda as Joni looked at me with a huge smile.
“Sure! I would love to have some company. Would you go with me?”
“Of course. Thank you for asking, Nate.” Minda said in delight.
The new chapter of my life began with going to the Renaissance festival with Minda. I picked her up from her home around 9 am that Saturday and spent the entire day at the festival. It even surprised me how quickly we became comfortable with each other and how relaxed Minda made me feel in her presence. By sunset, we walked, holding hands from one attraction to another and standing around with arms wrapped around each other’s waist, watching the musical show with the crowd. When I finally dropped her off, she thanked me for taking her and for the memorable day at the festival, giving me a quick kiss on my cheek.
Upon returning home, I found Joni waiting for me to listen to every detail of our date. Once she was happy, she hugged me and told me I was on the right path to becoming a straight man.
I called Minda the very next day to ask if she would like to go with me to the city center, where a local band played, and she accepted right away. She accidentally found me at the college library even before the city center concert. We went for a cup of coffee at the cafeteria, which quickly became a regular activity. By the third week, we had been seeing each other several times a week, and every weekend, we went out together. By then, to my utter delight, we had progressed from simply holding hands to kissing and a bit of petting. Naturally, I wanted more, but I was afraid to push further than kissing and petting, which was limited to soft rub or caressing over the clothes that she had on. Consequently, more often than not, I came home aroused and frustrated.
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