Stacy King and I Ch. 07

The directory just inside the door of the mall was partially obscured by my sister's form as she searched the store listings. Her finger pinned to the map, she turned around and gave me a huge smile, her ponytail flopping back over her shoulder.

"Here it is," she said. "219. Let's go." I looked at where her finger was pointing to a large yellow square on the mall diagram and quickly noted its placement compared to our current location. Stacy apparently had more confidence that we would find it because she quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me away before settling into a leisurely stroll toward the escalator, holding my hand. Occasionally she would stop at a window to point something out to me, even once stopping at the tattoo/piercing studio to watch someone get some ink colored in on his back.

Without looking at me, she mumbled to herself, "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to get my hood or nipples pierced. Just imagining the sexual pleasure of your touch and the sight of your arousal at seeing my body pierced with jewelry. I sometimes think about you grabbing a ring with your teeth before pulling it away, watching my nipple extend." She sighed and closed her eyes. After a moment, she snapped her eyes open and quickly shook her head as she blurted out, "But then I'm afraid a piercing would hurt too much." She looked at me sideways, arching her eyebrow afterward and laughed a little at my expression. Just the image of Stacy having pierced nipples or a pierced clitoral hood sent my brain into overdrive. "Okay," she said, "Keep it moving," as she pulled on my hand and continued on toward 219.

We rounded a corner toward one of the large department stores that anchored the mall and my sister craned her neck to find the store she was looking for.

"Ah," she said, "There it is." She squeezed my hand and gave me a big smile. She looked back toward the store and I craned my neck to see it. Above the wide entrance was a sign in red letters in a classically styled font that read, "Back to Eden." The store was large enough that it took the space of one of the other larger specialty stores, or two to three spaces of smaller stores that surrounded it. In the front windows on either side of the wide entrance were about six plain white mannequins, headless, wearing more conservative lingerie in various styles and colors. I could not see into the store because there was a large black center wall a few feet inside that was covered with current offerings and sales displays. They were already gearing up for Christmas, so most of the posters were black and white with only the red Santa-themed lingerie colored, or the gold trim of the angel-themed lingerie highlighted. It was very classy, but I couldn't help but wonder what was behind that wall. I wouldn't get a chance to find out.

"Give me your wallet," Stacy said.

"What?"

"Your wallet. Give it to me. This is your treat, remember?" She held her hand out flat and when I just stood there for a few seconds, she snapped her fingers and made the "come on, give it to me" motion with her fingers, all the while standing there with a smirk.

I sighed and shook my head while I dug my wallet out of my front pocket and slapped it into her palm.

"Thank you," she chirped, her voice raising a full octave on "you". She flipped open the money clip and gave the cash back to me and said, "Wait here." She turned and walked into the entrance, turning right to go around the large wall. A couple of minutes later, she came back to the front, accompanied by a beautiful blonde dressed in a dark skirt and red satin shirt, a gold name tag on her left breast.

"See?" Stacy said, "That's Thomas Hunter," and she showed the woman my driver's license and credit card. "He knows I have his wallet and he is treating me to a few gifts." She raised her voice to be sure I heard. "Right, T? This is yours and you're paying for this?"

"Yes," I waved awkwardly. "She's with me."

"Okay, thank you," said the blonde. "Any limit?"

I looked at Stacy and she shook her head no and called out, "Trust me."

"No," I called back. "Whatever she wants." Stacy smiled and waved.

"Okay," the blonde smiled, "If that's what you want." She made it sound like this was going to cost me. But I trusted Stacy and knew that she would be reasonable. The blonde waved and touched Stacy's arm, saying something and they both giggled. The blonde turned to go back into the store. Stacy turned to follow her, but shouted as she walked.

"Okay, babe," she called, "Go get yourself some pretzel bites. One hour. I love you." She blew me a kiss, which I returned, before she disappeared behind the display window.

There I was in the mall, all alone. I quickly decided that some pretzel bites would be good, so I walked down the stairs and stopped at the closest pretzel stand, choosing a cup of the classic salted bites and a coke before wandering around the mall for a few minutes. I loved to watch people. Not being much of a shopper, I mostly just looked around, dipping into the video game store and the "adult humor and novelty" shop that every mall seemed to have. Oh, and I also had to politely, yet firmly, turn away salesmen at the center kiosks, asking about my cell phone service and trying to sell me skin cream made with Dead Sea salts.

A few minutes into my stroll my phone chimed and I saw a message saying I had a media file. I opened it and it was Stacy, videoing herself with a dark purple curtain behind her. "Hey, sweetie. Just wanted to thank you and let you know I'm having a blast. I've picked a few sets to try on, but wanted to tide you over. With that, the image was shaky for a second before I saw my sister naked reflected in a full-length mirror, her phone extended out in front of her. She smiled into the mirror and ran her hands over her tits, pinching each nipple as she closed her eyes, then she ran her free hand down to her pussy and stroked it a couple of times as she said, "Shopping for you is turning me on. I'm so wet right now." With that the image shook again and again I had a close up of my sister's face. She sucked her finger and closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan. She whispered, "I taste delicious. I can't wait for you to taste me later." With that the image died.

It hadn't taken me long to swell. I was standing in the middle of the mall watching a video of my naked sister tasting her own pussy while she shopped for lingerie. I quickly typed in a text and sent it to her.

"More."

Her reply was quick and simple.

"No ; )"

Dammit! I looked at the time and had about 25 minutes to kill. I decided to replay the video, but these fucking malls don't have any place to sit with your back against the wall. I walked on and found a space that advertised a store coming soon, so there was no window. I leaned against it and replayed the video. And played it again. Then I started pausing it at certain points and just looked at my incredible sister as she stood naked, or zoomed in on her smile, or closed her eyes, pinched her nipple, stroked her cunt, or sucked her finger. I would like to think she had no idea what she was doing, but she did. I know she did.

After about ten minutes I strolled casually back to the other end of the mall to the store and waited on a bench up against the rail, checking every couple of minutes to see if Stacy was out yet. She said an hour, but she took a little longer.

"Thomas!" she called. I looked up and walked over to her. She had two large black paper bags with red rope handles and red tissue sticking up out of the top. The store logo was printed on the bags with red foil lettering. Stacy was accompanied again by the blonde as they stood at the door. When I arrived, Stacy had a huge smile on her face.

"Have a good time?" I asked, smiling. Okay, I was excited, not just happy.

"Of course." She handed me the bags and I took them from her as the blonde spoke.

"You're a lucky man," she said, giving Stacy a wink.

"You have no idea," I replied.

"Thank you, Ms. King for your business. I hope to see you again."

Stacy shook her hand as she said, "Thank you so much for your help, Rebecca. I'll definitely be back." Rebecca waved and turned back to the store and Stacy took my arm, leaning against me as she turned me back toward the center of the mall. When she saw me lifting a bag to try to get a hint of what lay under the tissue, she slapped my arm lightly and pointed a finger at my face. "No peeking!" She touched her lips to my ear, whispering, "Soon enough, T. Soon enough." She licked my ear briefly before backing away and continued to hug my arm as we walked. I transferred the second bag to my left hand and put my arm on Stacy's lower back as we walked.

The drive home was quiet. We had brief chats and then long periods of silence. I wasn't upset and neither was Stacy. Quite simply we were on our way home and were about to get back to "normal" life. It had been a good weekend, and last night and this morning in particular had been amazing. A lot of the silence revolved around my not knowing what to say.

Stacy turned in her seat a little to face me. I looked over at her and smiled before turning my attention back to the road ahead.

"I love you, T," she said.

"I love you, too, Stace."

"How much?"

"More than anything."

"What are you going to do to show me how much you love me?" She had a sexiness in her voice now. It was subtle, but I picked up on it.

"You mean besides burying my face in your pussy?"

"Oh, god" she shuddered, her eyes closed.

"Well, it's kind of a toss up. After that I can't decide if I want to lick your ass or just fuck your mouth. Which do you think I should do?" I looked over at her with a straight face.

Her eyes were smoldering, but she spoke with control as if she wasn't turned on. "I don't know. Neither one of those sounds like anything that nice girls do, and I would hate for you not to respect me. Maybe we should just do blind lovemaking in the dark with the covers all the way up. Missionary style, of course."

"Oh, of course. But first I would have to ask you to remove your big cotton underwear."

"Not until you remove your tighty whities." At that she couldn't hide the smile anymore and she started laughing, which caused me to laugh.

"I have to be honest, here, Stace," I said. "I can't wait to see what you look like in your new...whatever it is you bought. I've been thinking about it all the way home."

"Good," she replied. "That's what I was hoping for. Did you like my video?" As if she had to ask. She had a huge smile as she asked.

"What the hell were you doing?" I smiled. "Were you trying to get me arrested for carrying a concealed weapon at the mall?" That got a laugh out of her and she reached over to rub my crotch. I moaned and shifted at her touch.

"Mm, still hard?" She sounded like she couldn't believe it.

"I've got a serious case of blue balls going here."

"Well, I would help you out, but I want a nice big load from you later on." I moaned and she leaned over to lick my ear before whispering, "I might even let you fuck me in the ass."

I just smiled and shook my head. She was such a temptress. She knew exactly what I wanted to hear. The other side of that, however, was that she always followed through. She wouldn't change her mind and deny me what she had offered. She had always been that way, keeping her word. She was very careful not to lie to others. If she didn't want to answer a question, she wouldn't; she didn't just make up an answer. Even in conveying our relationship, she simply introduced me as her boyfriend, which was true. At home I would be introduced as her brother, which was also true.

"Of course," she said, settling back into her seat and looking out the windshield, "You would have to satisfy me in other ways first." She mumbled almost to herself, but loud enough for me to hear, as her finger tapped at her bottom lip, her eyes squinting in thought. "I wonder if I could work three big orgasms out of him tonight."

"Damn, Stacy."

Her head turned to me and her eyebrows arched. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"I heard what you said, that's all."

"Oh." She acted embarrassed. "You heard that?" She made a pouty face. "You don't think I'm a whore now, do you? I don't think I could handle it if my brother thought of me as a cum-slut."

"Cum-slut?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. Do you like fuckhound better?"

"Well..."

She cut me off and looked back toward the road again. "I just don't want you to view me as just some whore who wants her brother to pound her in the ass with his big cock, or would be okay with him grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth. I mean, what kind of girl does that? It's one thing to want a man to be buried balls deep in my snatch, but buying trashy lingerie, talking about cumloads and asking for a good ass fucking...well, that's just crossing a line." She turned her head back to me. "Don't you think?"

My mouth was dry and my balls hurt. My dick was pinned up and to the left by my pants and seatbelt, but it was fighting hard to break through. I decided to play along.

"You know, Stacy, that kind of talk really isn't appropriate. Look at it from my angle. I mean how would you like it if I told you that I wanted to bend my sister over and drill into her cunt until she was bowlegged? What kind of man would I have to be to talk about taking a woman's head and pushing it down onto my dick until it was buried in her throat? Think about it. What would you think of a man who talked about those kinds of things?"

"That's one sick fuck," she said. "Especially if I were to find out his sister would probably be the one being skull-fucked. And it would be even worse if I were to find out that she got off on it, probably fingering herself while he rammed himself into her throat." She made a face of disgust.

"Well, we wouldn't necessarily have to blame the sister for what the brother does. I mean, let's say that she was...I don't know...lying on the floor masturbating, and he just came up and licked her ass while he oiled himself up before sliding his dick into her while she was still playing with herself. Wouldn't he really be the one at fault?"

"True. BUT, not if she were dressed in sexy lingerie and was just generally hot as hell. In a case like that, I would think he would have a hard time resisting. ESPECIALLY if she were doing that to seduce him."

I made a face like I was thinking for moment before surrendering the argument. "I think at best it's shared blame. He SHOULD be able to control himself, but if his sister is as sexy and seductive as you say she would be, then he doesn't stand a chance. A man with a sister as hot as that can hardly be blamed for his behavior."

"I would agree with that. But, man, what kind of family would that be?"

"Perverts."

"Sickies."

We both looked at each other with disgust and shook our heads. Stacy let out a full-body shudder. I only held out for a few seconds before I lost it, joined by Stacy laughing with me.

It wasn't long afterward that we arrived home. Stacy admitted to being hungry and I had to confess that I was, too. "But as far as I'm concerned, dinner can wait," I said, embracing my sister from behind as she reached into the backseat to retrieve her two shopping bags.

"I don't think so," she smirked, turning around and handing me the bags. "Believe me, I want this as much as you do, babe, but I think I'm going to need my strength." She slung her purse over her shoulder as she walked past me, and then turned to look over her shoulder at me, saying, "And I have a feeling you will, too." She winked and I heard the car alarm chirp.

I just shook my head and followed her up the stairs, again watching her gorgeous round ass as she ascended the stairs ahead of me. If she wanted her three orgasms out of me, I could probably do that right now, just walking behind her, watching as she climbed those stairs. God, I loved that ass.

Digging the keys out of my pocket as I approached the door, I heard Stacy's phone ring. She dug it out of her purse and said, "It's mom." She winked at me as she answered it and I let her into the apartment, the cool air hitting us like a wall as we entered.

"Hey, mom." Stacy took the bags from me and smiled as she walked to her room and rounded the corner. "No, we're just walking in from doing a little shopping...Yeah, it's Sunday... I had a great time and T. said he enjoyed it, too." Her voice got a little louder as she reappeared in the hallway, empty-handed. She snapped her fingers and I turned around and saw her make a motion like she was taking a drink from an invisible glass. I gave her the thumbs up and made us both a drink while popping some ground turkey into the microwave to thaw.

In the background Stacy was still talking to mom on the phone, laughing occasionally and displaying her consistent jovial Stacy demeanor. I carried her glass into her room and set it on her dresser on a folded paper towel. She had her back to me, but she dropped something back into the bag, rustling the tissue paper, and turned around, her phone still sandwiched between her shoulder and her ear. Her fist was balled up and she extended her hand to me. "No. Midterms are right before fall break." She never missed a beat in her conversation with mom.

I looked at her and just guessed, so I extended my hand out and she dropped two red capsules into my palm. "What is this?" I whispered.

"Take them," she mouthed.

I just shrugged my shoulders, looking confused.

"Mom, can you hang on for just a second, please?" I heard mom mutter a single word before Stacy put her phone behind her back, her palm over the speaker. "Just take them. Let's see if they help you out tonight."

"What are they for?" I asked, still unsure.

"If they work, you won't have to ask." She smiled at me and kissed me on the lips before pushing on my chest to back me out of her room. She closed her door and I stood in the hall, confused. After a few seconds I shrugged my shoulders, thinking Stacy wouldn't do anything to hurt me, so I went to the kitchen and took a sip of my soda before taking each capsule individually.

I spent the next few minutes shredding lettuce and cheese as I waited for the meat to finish thawing, before throwing it in a skillet and starting to brown it. I heard Stacy's door open and she came in. I heard her bare feet pad on the kitchen floor and turned to see her in a tank and shorts, her uniform for home. She had her drink in one hand and picked up a small fingerful of cheese off the pile before resting her hip against the counter. "Mom said to tell you hey and she hoped you had a good time at the trade show."

"Did you tell her I had a better time after the trade show?" I smiled, getting a return smile from my sister.

"No, I most certainly did not."

"How is she doing? I mean, did you guys talk about...you know?"

"Us?" Her eyebrows raised, furrowing her forehead.

"Yeah."

"A little. I was kind of surprised she called since we had just spent three days with her, but Sunday is our phone call day and I don't know, maybe she thought it would be weird if she didn't. So, she didn't call to talk about it, but it did come up."

"Who brought it up," I wondered.

"I did?" She sounded like she was asking me.

"Uh huh. Why?"

"I wanted to make sure she was okay with us. I mean, not okay with 'us'," she pointed her finger rapidly between herself and me. "But okay with you and okay with me."

"And is she?" The meat was starting to sizzle so I kept stirring it and breaking it into smaller chunks with the slotted wooden spoon as we talked. I reached up to turn on the overhead vent, making us speak more loudly to be heard over it.

"She said it's still weird for her and she really doesn't want to know about it. Again she reiterated that if we could find someone else she really wants that, but again she would rather not lose either of us over it. She sounded more accepting today. Like she said, though, she's had a few years to see it coming, so it's not really a blindside."