Stacy King and I Ch. 07

"So..." I cleared my throat. "How are you feeling about us now? I mean, after talking to mom." I kept my head down and kept stirring the meat. Again, my insecurity flared up. I probably shouldn't have said anything. It just kind of came out.

I caught her movement out of the corner of my eye and looked up to see Stacy putting her drink on the counter. She took two steps toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck, smothering me in a kiss. My mouth opened to invite her tongue which had already started tracing my upper lip lightly. With one hand I continued to hold the spoon and my other arm gripped her around her waist. The kiss lasted only briefly before she pulled away and took my chin in her hand, her fingers and thumb gripping me firmly, but not harshly on either side of my jaw.

"Look at me," she said sternly. I looked into her pools of green and saw firmness but not anger. "Don't you ever question my love or my loyalty or my passion for you ever again. Do you understand me?"

"I'm sorry. I just..."

"NEVER...again. Do you understand?" Her eyes softened and her head tilted a little to the side. Her fingers released my jaw and softened to stroke my neck and down to my shoulder. "Never," she whispered.

After a moment I sighed and nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry. I know how much you love me. You continue to show me more and more every day." I put my hand on her cheek and looked into her eyes. "I promise," I said softly, taking her hand off my shoulder and kissing her palm. "No more doubts." I smiled softly at her and she returned my smile.

"Good." She kissed me once more, a peck on the lips. "Now, what can I do to help?" She looked at what I was doing and threw some tortillas in the warmer and placed it in the microwave wrapped in a wet paper towel to steam them. I drained and rinsed the meat and poured it back into the skillet, adding the seasoning as she set the table and waited for the meat to simmer. I turned the vent off so we could hear each other better.

"So about those pills..." I said.

"Nope." She didn't even look at me.

Dinner was great and it was still pretty early. Neither of us had much work to do for school, which was a good thing because Stacy had been flirting with me all afternoon and wouldn't even give me a hint as to what she had planned for tonight. I don't know if I was extra excited about tonight or what, but everything Stacy did just turned me on to no end. The way she cleared the table, the way she moved when washing the dishes... It's like everything she did was just a big tease. I mean, she was sexy all the time, but damn!

I placed the tortilla bowl on the counter and put my hands on her hips as she leaned over to put the leftovers into the fridge. I pressed against her ass with my groin, just wanting to feel it and to let her know I was there.

"OH!" She squealed, falling into the fridge a little before catching herself on the frame. "Somebody's anxious," she laughed. She backed out a little and stood up, looking over her shoulder at me. Her hand made its way to my crotch. As soon as she touched my raging erection, she said, "Yes, you are. Okay," she turned me around and patted my butt. "Go get ready. I'll be in, in just a few minutes."

I walked into our bedroom and lying on the bed was a new pair of underwear. They were black with silver flames wrapping around from the hips to the front. The front had a pocket and I turned it around to see the back and the center seam was puckered up. I'd never seen anything like it before. "What the hell is this?" I called out.

"They're called Brazilian trunks. Clean up, put them on and light the candle. I'll be right in. I have to get ready," she called back.

"I'm not wearing these!"

"The hell you're not! I got us both a few things today and if you want to see what I'm wearing, you'll put those on!"

I juggled my options for just a second. I lit the pumpkin spice candle, walked into the bathroom and quickly ran a warm soapy washcloth over the important areas, reapplying deodorant, and brushing my teeth. As I was finishing the mouth rinse, Stacy came in carrying a towel, which she quickly adjusted to cover whatever was underneath it. "Come on. Out." She smiled at me and I spit and rinsed out the sink before making my way back to our room. The bathroom door slammed behind me.

Again I picked up the...what were they? Brazilian trunks? Okay. I picked up the Brazilian trunks and shook my head. I had no options here. None. As much as I wanted to preserve my pride, my boner told me to shut the fuck up and put on the damned panties! When I undressed I realized why I was so willing to do what my penis told me. He looked pissed! He was all purple and angry looking, veins popping out all over the place and his head was flared out like a kaiser's helmet.

Dammit, prick! Calm down! I'll put on the fucking underwear!

Why was I so hot? My heart was racing and my stomach was in knots. I didn't feel bad, per se. Just anxious like I was getting ready to make an important speech or run a race. All with the added dimension of being hard as steel.

Giving one last look at the black, silver-flamed underwear, I stepped in and pulled them all the way...HELLO! I had a wedgie. But the trunks were more comfortable than I had expected. It was almost like wearing nothing at all. Wanting to see what all the fuss was about, I walked a few steps until I was in front of the dresser and looked in the mirror. Most of me was still me. Still the same average build, short hair and everything, but there was a part of me that was a different man.

"Holy hell," I thought, laughing a little and shaking my head. The pouch in the front of the trunks had gathered my junk into a nice little package and then forced it out onto the front porch. I looked huge (at least compared to how I usually looked). Turning to the side and then around until I could kind of see my ass, I realized it had been given a little extra help as well. Now I understood what Stacy wanted these for. Okay, I thought, I can deal with this. It's not like anyone else is going to see me in these, except...

"Oooh, I like that," came my sister's voice from behind me. I jerked a little since she startled me, and quickly turned, my reaction apparently deflating any chance I had of being perceived as collected and in control.

"Ho. Ly. Shit... Stace?"

"You like it?" She put one hand on the door frame above her head and the other hand on her hip, which she cocked out to the side. She had on a red satin robe, loosely tied around the waist with a matching sash. The robe came to mid thigh and her exposed legs were covered in black stockings with black high heels, straps on the ankles. Her hair had been styled, long and wavy; and she had added a little green eye shadow, mascara and eye liner, a light tint of blush and her lips had a dark red sheen, which matched her robe.

"Uhh....I....you look...."

"Mm-hmm. I thought you might." She stood up straight, adjusted her sash slightly, making sure it was tight enough to keep her robe from opening, and crossed her arms in front of her, deepening her cleavage. Taking one step forward she made a twirling motion with her hand and said, "Turn around."

I just stared at her for a second. It was weird, her intentionally checking me out. Is this how she felt when I ogled her? My mind raced back to that first time I asked her to drop her towel so I could look at her. Why did I feel uncomfortable? She had seen me naked, up close. I had been inside her and just yesterday she had stuck her finger in my ass as she sucked me off. But this was different. Somehow.

"Come on, T," she repeated. "Let me see how they look."

I snapped back to the present and realized that it was okay. She got these because she wanted to see me in them, and to take them off of me. Suddenly I relaxed and smiled a little. I turned the rest of the way, starting with my back to her so she could scan at her leisure. I turned slowly and, frankly, just enjoyed her comments.

"I like what I'm seeing, there, T. Your ass looks great!" Again, I was a little uncomfortable, but reminded myself, and continued to turn. As soon as I was a facing her a little, she let out a gasp. "Oh, my god! Your cock looks huge!" She giggled a little as I continued to turn toward her and she rested her finger on her lips as she said softly, "Oh the things I want to do with that huge cock."

If it were possible to be any more aroused, any harder at that moment, I would have been. But as I had mentioned before, my dick was as big and hard and angry as I could ever remember it being. I was on edge already. The room was warm and I was getting warmer.

My sister slowly closed the distance between us, the satin robe waving from her hips, brushing against her thighs with each step. I stopped turning and just stood there, mesmerized by what I was seeing. When she got close enough, I slowly reached up with both hands, about to touch her arms. I wanted to feel the satin, and to touch her through it. Her hands quickly but smoothly intercepted mine, lightly grabbing my wrists. As she looked into my eyes, she gently shook her head while pushing my hands back down to my sides.

Letting go of my hands, she placed a finger on my lips. I kissed it instinctively, my gaze never leaving hers. She traced that finger down over my chin, my neck, lightly grazing down the center of my chest all the way to the waistband of my trunks. She hooked her finger into the waistband and pulled it back briefly, letting it snap back into place as she stepped to the side. Her other finger found my shoulder and she traced it around to my back as she began to speak.

"You know, T," she spoke softly. "I think about you all the time. I have trouble concentrating in class sometimes. I think about your eyes and your smile, your chest and shoulders. I think about the sweet and the sexy things you have said to me." By now she had made her way around to my front, her finger still tracing across my other shoulder and around to my chest. "I think about your touch," she sighed. She leaned in close as her finger traced down my chest again.

"And I think about this," she whispered, her hand grazing downward over the swollen, throbbing, purple-headed beast in the shorts she bought me. The feeling of her hand lightly caressing me through the thin satin-like material gave me a chill, although I was still unreasonably warm.

"Thomas," she whispered, her touch moving off my erection, sliding along the waistband to my hip, "Do you know what a lipstick show is?"

I shook my head quickly, feeling dizzy, but also answering impatiently.

"Aww. That's too bad," she pouted. Taking one small step back, she continued to look into my eyes as she smoothly lowered herself to her knees. Her hands slid around my waist, stroking the waistband, and hooked into the back of it, one hand over each cheek. Pulling them down over my ass, she brought her hands around front, lowering the trunks as she went. Unsurprisingly at the front they caught on my steely erection and her eyes followed her hands to the front. With one hand she pulled the elastic band out and with the other, she reached in and grasped my raging hard-on around the base.

"Oh!" she exclaimed quietly, looking back up at me. "It's so hot." Her hand was cool by comparison. She pulled the trunks down over the head and her eyes got big as soon as she saw it. "Oh, my god, T. It's bigger than ever, and harder than I've ever seen it." Her eyes glazed over with lust and her breathing picked up. "I'm going to enjoy this," she said.

I don't know how I was still standing. All the blood in my body had to have been either in my prick or up against my skin, because I was hot all over and starting to sweat a little. I looked down at my sister and she looked sexy as fuck. Her breasts pushed the front of her satin robe out and I could see straight down into her cleavage. The robe had ridden up when she dropped to her knees and I saw the lacy top band of her black thigh-highs. I loved thigh-highs. Did she know or was it a guess?

With a loose grip, she gently slid her hand from the base to the frenulum, apparently being careful not to touch the head. Her moan was barely audible and she looked up at me with that...god, that incredibly sexy look. The left side of her mouth curled up into that half-smile I've always loved and she bit her bottom lip. She knew what she was doing. Her hand was very slow in its movement and her grip was very, very light. I felt her other hand on the outside of my right knee, lightly stroking a few inches up my thigh and back.

"Okay, Thomas, keep your hands behind your back, okay?" Again, that smile.

"Okay," I breathed. Whatever she wanted. I looked at her face and the creamy fair skin of her small feminine hand against my purple shaft and the engorged head at the end of it. The contrast turned me on for some reason.

Still resting on her heels, she leaned forward and closed her eyes as she stroked her cheek slowly from my sac all the way up the underside of my rod, which she still held in her hand, lightly pinning it against my stomach. She repeated it with her other cheek, alternating between closing her eyes, gazing at my erection, and looking me in the eye. She was loving me, adoring me. She rubbed me across her face, bumping over her nose and across her forehead before kissing up the shaft.

I was throbbing almost painfully as her passion for me began to overtake her. With one hand she gripped my shaft and with the other she grabbed my ass, squeezing it before blindly sliding her hand around to find my fingers. She gripped my hand and I returned her grasp before she quickly released my hand and stroked my shaft with both hands, interlocking her fingers like a praying child and sliding them up and down my shaft gently.

Finally, she spoke. "Do you have anything for me yet, Thomas?" I looked down and made eye contact before I felt her grip around the base tighten. My sister pulled the skin forward and as she got just past the halfway point, she looked down at the head and we both watched an increasingly large dollop of clear ejaculate overflow and roll down the tip of my head and onto the web between her thumb and forefinger. She smiled up at me and said, "Let the show begin."

Letting go of my cock, she dipped her middle finger into the pool of pre-cum on her hand and traced it onto her lips like lip balm. She repeated the process until her lips were covered. She then wiped the web of her thumb onto the head of my cock before rotating her hand around to smear the still-leaking juices around the head. Looking into my eyes again, she used the enlarged purple head to trace across her lips. I was amazed at how smoothly it glided across her deep red lips. Pulling more fluid from the base up through the shaft, she reapplied more gloss to her lips.

Without ever breaking contact, she puckered and separated her lips, sliding them down the underside of my shaft, leaving a slick trail all the way to my sac. I shuddered and tightened my grip on my own ass. Her eyes smiled, but she didn't stop. I felt her mouth open a little and one of my balls was pulled into her mouth, popping past her lips. Her tongue twirled around it, tracing a circle around it like a piece of hard candy. Letting it pop free of her lips she repeated the process with the other nut. The pleasure was unlike anything I had ever felt. It wasn't the most intense I'd ever felt, but it was certainly pleasurable, and almost soothing.

Coming back to center, Stacy craned her neck back, looking straight up at me, my shaft covering her nose and forehead. She looked up at me from around my shaft and I felt her tongue tickle the skin just behind my scrotum.

"Shit," I exhaled, clinching at her touch.

"I take it you like that?" she asked with a smile.

"God, Stace, you're incredible."

"Why, thank you." Again she pulled a single stroke with the tip of her tongue, from behind my ball sac to the base of my shaft. I responded the same way again. My sister dragged her flattened tongue all the way up the underside of my shaft, curling her head straight up and taking me into her mouth in one long, slow, singular motion. It was about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen her do.

Between the teasing, the underwear, her lingerie, her long gentle touches, the looks she had been giving me, and my already heightened state of arousal, I was on edge before she even really began the blowjob. Removing one hand, she gripped my base again with her other and steadily took me into her mouth until her lips bumped into her hand. Because I'm not especially big this was not difficult for her, I imagine, but she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. And she felt amazing! Her tongue never stopped moving, even when she had her nose against my pubic mound and her forefinger and thumb encircling my base while the rest of her hand was splayed out flat in my thatch of trimmed pubic hair.

Withdrawing me from her mouth, she left a sheen and her bright red, glossy lips held a tight seal as she pulled back. As she pulled her mouth off of me, she opened her mouth a little and the ridge of my head barely brushed past her lips. Her head was tilted back a little and she looked up at me as her tongue came out and flattened itself against the underside of my head, the pink muscle wrapping up along the sides of the flared purple head. Dragging it up to the tip, when she pulled her tongue back there was a string of pre-cum that joined my cock and her tongue.

Before she was far enough away for it to snap, she leaned her head back a little and pushed forward again, causing the head of my dick to slide along the roof of her mouth, pressing against the hard palate until the palate softened and she pushed me to the entrance of her throat. Smoothly she tilted her head forward again and pulled back, pressing her tongue against the underside of my shaft and head.

Again I squeezed my own ass as my hands clinched, but I was denied the opportunity to touch the object of my desire. Every nerve was firing. As she drew my orgasm from me, my toes began to curl on their own, gripping the cheap apartment carpet. My eyes pinched shut and I saw blue and purple and red flashes of light as the pleasure intensified at her effort. She never increased her pace, but she started moaning around me. I opened my eyes to look down at the goddess on her knees, offering me pleasure of her own making and what I saw spurred me forward even more quickly toward release.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and her breasts swayed as her right arm disappeared between her legs, working herself over in a quick steady pace.

"Oh, fuck, Stace," I breathed out before I could stop myself. Her eyes opened and looked up at me again, her mouth never changing pace, and her other hand maintaining its grasp at the base. Her fingers alternated between scratching at my hair and curling around to caress my balls.

As we made eye contact, the hand between her legs stopped and she got this wicked glint in her eye before closing them again in pleasure as she continued to work me over. She withdrew her hand and extended it up toward my chest until her arm was outstretched only inches from my face. It was wet with her own arousal and I knew what she wanted. It was what we both wanted. I dipped my head and took her fingers into my mouth, licking each one clean, working my tongue between them, refusing to leave anything behind.

"MMmmmm," she moaned as she withdrew her hand and withdrew from sucking me. She nodded desperately, her breath short. "It's time, T," she demanded, looking me in the eye. Letting go of my cock, she placed both hands on my ass and pulled my hands away before replacing them with her own. "It's time to skull-fuck your sister." She opened her mouth just wide enough to take my girth, and extended her tongue over her bottom lip.