Stacy's Story Ch. 03

"Wow, now I know why you took so long to answer," he said still smiling broadly.

"Yeah," I said breathlessly, smiling back at him, "I've been a very busy girl."

I had wanted to pull my brother under the water with me and act out the fantasies that just moments ago had sent me into a mind blowing orgasm, but with our parents in the house moving around is was too dangerous. So, somewhat reluctantly, Jake had left the bathroom and I set about finishing off in the shower. When I had rinsed myself off I switched the water and stepped onto the towel I'd left there. After my feet were dry I stepped off the towel and began drying myself off. The soft towel great against my still sensitive skin, I rubbed it over my shins and dragged it up over and around my thighs. The towel inevitably found itself in-between my legs as I ran it over my bare pussy and around my backside. I lightly dried of my stomach and breasts, I gasped a little when the towel passed over my nipples, I was starting to get hot again but there was no time for that. I got my robe off the door and slid it on, the robe tied around the middle and stopped around my thighs. I overlapped the front rather than tying it and brought the towel up to my hair and gently rubbed the surface moisture away, I decided to blow dry it so it didn't look frayed tonight, with the towel draped around my shoulders I left the bathroom and walked into my bedroom

Jake's door was closed so I assumed he was in there getting ready, so I dropped the towel on my bed and went to ask him when we would be leaving, I glanced at the clock and saw it was just about 6.10pm. With my robe still overlapped at the front I knocked lightly on his bedroom door.

"Jake it's me," I called softly. "When do you want to leave? In fact, where are we going and how are we getting there?"

"Come on in sis," he replied. "You don't have to knock when you want to talk to me!" As I turned the handled I glanced down at the spot where, last night, I had secretly watched my own brother masturbate to orgasm. My cheeks flushed red for a moment as I remembered how I had felt when I was crouched down there, spying on my brother and finger fucking myself to my own orgasm. It had felt so wrong at first but afterwards it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Besides anything that gives you an orgasm like the one I had that night can't be wrong!

Pushing those thoughts aside for now I opened my brother's door and stepped into his room, once inside I closed the door behind me. Jake had changed out of his dirty clothes and had put on a pair of clean black jeans, he had his back to me looking in his wardrobe, I assumed he was looking for a shirt to wear and some shoes as he was barefoot and topless. He turned around at the sound of the door closing and faced me. For what seemed like ages he stared at his sexy sister, the thought of my younger sibling eyeing me up was very erotic, with more than a hint of naughtiness to boot.

"Hi," he said after clearing his throat, he was staring at the hemline of my robe around my sweet, shapely thighs.

"Hi yourself," I said, smiling widely as I watched him watching me. I decided to play with him a little bit. I ran my fingers through my damp hair, then trailed my hands down my cheeks, my neck, and down the front of my robe, I opened it very slightly showing a little of my chest just above my breasts. I trailed a single finger down the newly exposed flesh, opening the robe a little further.

"Wanna touch?" I asked provocatively, giving him as seductive a look as I could manage. After my little show he was clearly turned on.

"Yeah, I do," he answered. He walked up to me, stopping at arms length; he manoeuvred his hands inside my robe, reached around to my bare back and pulled me towards him. As he did my robe fell completely open and my breast pressed against his bare chest as we kissed deeply and passionately. While we were softly kissing his hands ran up and down my back, down to the soft skin of my backside the all the way up to the nape of my neck, as his hands travelled up my body the robe, with nothing to keep it fastened, fell off my shoulders and down my arms, leaving me totally naked in his embrace.

I tried to kiss him more passionately but he stopped me and stepped back slightly, his arms still around my naked body.

"We can't Stacy, not yet," he said softly. "We'll have to wait until mum and dad are in bed or until we're alone tonight." I knew he was right, and I agreed with him, but the way he had stepped away from me when I tried to take it further had hurt a little, it must have shown in my face because he lifted his hands to my face and lightly stroked my cheek.

"It's OK, you didn't do anything wrong, but I don't fancy explaining why my sexy sister is naked and impaled on my dick to our parents," he said softly, and we both started to giggle at the thought of it. I reached down and picked up my robe, putting it on and tying it up this time, we shared another soft kiss then we started talking about our night ahead.

"Have you decided what to wear?" He asked, returning to his search in the closet.

"Yeah," I replied.

"What is it?"

"A surprise," I smiled, imagining the look on his face after I was dressed up.

"No clues?" He asked, smiling playfully.

"No, you'll have to wait, so where are we going?"

"There's a few places I know around town, but I think it'll be best if we go somewhere no one knows us," he said.

"I thought your friends would be with us?" I asked.

"No, it's best we go by ourselves, and then we can get close without anyone knowing we are related."

"Good point," I said. "They would think we're crazy"

"I don't care what they think," he said with a firmness that made me smile, "but I don't want one of them spreading news that a brother and sister were dancing up close and personal with each other, we could do without that kind of attention."

I nodded in agreement, "So where then?"

"There's a new club on the other side of town called Rapture, apparently it's usually pretty crowded but we should be able to get in, so even if someone is there that we know they won't see anything we do anyway."

"Oh? What exactly wouldn't they see us doing?" I said, smiling again.

"It's a surprise."

"No clues?"

"No chance." We both started giggling again. Then mum knocked on the door and came in, I was suddenly very glad that we had controlled ourselves earlier but still felt as if we'd been caught doing something wrong.

Mum smiled at us both and asked when we would be leaving.

"About a half hour or so, that OK with you Stace?" Jake said looking at me.

"Yeah I guess so; I'll start getting ready in a minute."

"Ok, how are you getting there?" Mum continued, "I'm assuming you won't be driving if you'll be drinking."

"No, of course not," Jake assured her. "I thought we'd go there on the bus then get a taxi home, that'll be Ok won't it?" He asked looking at me.

"Erm...yeah I guess so," I wasn't sure I fancied riding a bus in the outfit I had picked.

"Alright then" mum said, satisfied with our answers "any idea when you'll be back?"

"No idea," Jake said. "It depends how we feel."

"OK, well if you're coming home late don't forget to take your keys with you to let yourselves in, and try not to make too much noise," she said, being motherly.

"We will," I said.

"Ok then, well have a good time and be careful."

"Don't worry mum," Jake said. "We'll be fine, promise."

"Ok, see you both later," with that she left us and closed the door behind her.

"Bless her," Jake said smiling.

"Yeah," I said. I was nervous about the bus ride but I figured I'd be OK, besides it wasn't like I'd be on my own. I kissed my brother goodbye on the lips and went back to my room to begin getting ready for our night out.

This was my last chance to back out, to either call the whole night off or swap my dress for a pair of sensible trousers. I had looked in the closet and picked out some black trousers and a nice top, I'd look OK in them I thought. The thing that made me throw them back in the closet was the memory of this morning, when I'd had entered the room wearing the long t-shirt and shorts, I remembered how my brother had stared at my legs, from calves to knees to thighs, I also remembered the reaction I caused in his trousers. Besides I wasn't going out because I wanted to show off my body for a crowd of people, I wanted to dress up for one special person; I wanted to make him desire me, to be turned on by the sight of me. Of course I knew I could wear a bin bag with thick pink overalls and he'd still desire me. I just wanted him to see how much confidence he had given me, and I loved him enough to wear these things for no other reason than to make him that little bit happier. With that decided I sat on the edge of my bed and began brushing my hair while blow drying it.

After drying it off I brushed it straight back behind my ears, at its current length, just above my shoulders, there wasn't much I could do with it, I had decided to just let it hang naturally around my neck rather than mess around for ages with it. I got some conditioner cream and squeezed some into my hand, rubbed my hand together and stroked through my hair making it shine a little and adding a sweet perfumed scent to it. Now for make-up, I chose a light pink colour for my lips, it was the kind that made my lips look moist and, according to the label, would smear on anything, such as drinking glasses and other peoples' lips. I had thought about blusher and eyeliner but looking at myself, after putting on the seductive lipstick and taking in to account the way I'd be dressing, I decided to just add a minimal amount of eyeliner and leave the make-up there; I didn't want to look like a whore after all. This way I'd look nice, there would be no point in going for the full works because it would simply make me uncomfortable and I'd have to keep touching it up all night. Happy with my solution I turned around, dropped my robe around my feet and moved on to the clothes.

I decided that my panties needed to be sexy ones, after all if the evening went like I hoped; my brother would be seeing them, with that in mind I picked out a pink thong. Normally I don't wear them, which is why it was still in the packaging it was bought in, they always seemed uncomfortable, but tonight was different, tonight *I* was different. I slid into the thong, shuddering slightly as the thin back part settled in between my buttocks, I then paced around slightly and the feeling wasn't as unpleasant as I remembered, I felt like I had more freedom of movement, and when I caught sight of myself in the mirror I was surprised how confident the sexy underwear made me feel.

Satisfied with the chosen underwear I walked to my bed and picked up the dress again, after holding it up in front of me and taking a deep breath I stepped into the short, silver garment and pulled it right up over my breasts and fastened it around my neck, then reaching around I pulled the lace across my back hooking it in place so the dress was pulled tighter across my small boobs, looking in the mirror I happily noticed that the dress made my boobs seem a little larger, which added even more confidence, at least until looked in the mirror and at the amount of leg showing. Pulling the dress down, the hemline hung lazily around my upper thighs. This would easily be the most revealing outfit I had ever worn outside the house. My heart jumped as I continued looking at myself, I considered wearing some thin leggings under the dress for trip there and taking them off at the club. Again though, my thoughts returned to this morning and once again it convinced to choose the more daring option. Out of the bottom of my closet I retrieved my shoes; this was an easy decision since I only have one pair of 'going out' shoes. They were black and comfortably fitted over my smallish feet; the heel was quite thick and not very long, no more than 2 inches in height, so I would have no trouble walking to the bus stop or dancing at the club. They fit snugly, like slippers, and still looked nice, much nicer than trainers anyway. With that I was just about ready; I picked up my coat and looked at myself one last time, my lips glistening pink, my blonde hair hanging down around neck, my small waist and my beautifully shaped legs, from my thighs down to the tops of my shoes. I smiled at my reflection then turned to the door and confidently stepped out.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where mum was busy doing a bit of washing up. She turned around and the look on her face was one of total surprise, no doubt she never realized her little girl could look so glamorous.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "you're going to attract a lot of attention dressed like that!"

I must have been blushing because she quickly added, "But you look lovely hunny, really you do."

"Thanks mum," I replied. "I was a bit nervous but I never really let my hair down and I thought it might be fun to dress up a bit." We both smiled, only women can really appreciate the need to dress up every now and then. Mum turned back to her washing up and I sat down on one of the chairs by the dining table. To ensure my brother got an eyeful I turned the chair to face the kitchen door and sat slightly slouched so my legs stuck out further and crossed them.

Eventually the door opened and my brother strode in, he opened his mouth to speak but then he stopped in his tracks, like a cat caught in the headlights of a speeding car. For what seemed like an age he stared at me, he stared at my legs mostly, I turned them slightly so a generous amount of thigh was showing. As I was slightly slouched the hemline of my dress had crept up and now almost my entire lower body was bare for him to drink in. Eventually he found his voice;

"Wow Stacy, you look really se... I mean really nice." I beamed at him, smiling widely and giggled, knowing he had almost referred to his older sister as sexy in front of our mother!

"Are you ready to go?" he asked. "If we get going now we might catch the 7.15 bus into town." He sounded anxious, like he couldn't wait to be alone with me.

"Yeah I'm ready," I said, standing up and arranging my dress again. "How long is it going to take on the bus?"

"Shouldn't be too long, no more than 20 minutes," he said with his eyes on my legs again. It was hard to suppress a smile.

"Ok then, you look nice as well," I said truthfully. He was wearing a pair of black jeans with black shoes and a nice button up long sleeved shirt, also in black, "Very smart."

"Thanks," he said, obviously happy that I approved of his dress sense, no doubt he had gone for those clothes to impress me in much the same way I had dressed to impress him. I picked up my coat and slipped it on, it's a nice black coat that comes down to my backside and has buttons up the front instead of a zip, and walked towards the door with my almost drooling brother following me.

"Have a good time you two," mum called after us.

"We will," I said looking back and smiling at my brother. "I'm sure we will." With that we opened the front door and stepped out into the night.

As soon as we were out of sight, around the corner beside a garage, my brother stopped and pinned me against the brick wall and kissed me with such passion it startled me for a second. His hands were in my hair to start with but soon enough they dropped down and settled on my slender hips.

"Sorry about that," he said standing back, "but I couldn't wait another second, you look stunning." I couldn't stop smiling, my whole reason for making such an effort was to illicit just this kind of response, his reaction satisfied me that my effort, and bravery, were much appreciated.

"It's ok," I said, still smiling, "you like your sexy sister?"

"I love her," was his answer along with another, softer kiss. With our lips pressed together his hands fell down to the hemline of my short dress." I really love her."

We broke apart and stepped away from the wall of the garage; I straightened out my dress and pulled my coat closed to guard against the cool breeze. Then, hand in hand, we walked towards the bus stop.

"I still can't believe it," I confessed, "how is it that we've gone all our lives without realizing the potential for a real relationship with each other?"

"Well who would realize it?" He replied, "I doubt many people would look to their own flesh and blood for that kind of relationship, even if they did I doubt many of them would have the courage to try it. I mean imagine if I had tried it on with you and you had thought of me as disgusting. That kind of rejection would be impossible to get over. That's why I never asked you about it." I felt his grip on my hand tighten slightly.

"How long have you felt this way?" I asked.

"A very long time, maybe about 4 years."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, I had no idea," I said regretfully, although the thought of my little brother wanting me for all that time was more than a little exciting. How many fantasies had I starred in? How many litres of cum had he let loose while thinking about me?

"Well you've got me now," I said, squeezing his hand, "and we can do anything we want together."

"Plus if we got married," he said smiling, "you wouldn't have to change your last name!" That started us both laughing.

"So, now you've got me, what are you going to do with me?" I said with a flirty smile.

"I'm sure I'll think of something," he said.

The bus shelter was empty when we arrived so we sat beside each other on the small bench inside and waited for the bus. Jake glanced at his watch and informed me the bus should be here in around 5 minutes. While we sat and chatted to each other I felt his hand on my leg just south of the edge of my dress. He casually stroked it, working his way from my thigh to my knee and back again. As his hand glided up towards my thigh again a small shudder ran through me, we had stopped talking now, as if the act of touching, and being touched, needed quiet concentration.

"Your skin feels so soft," he said, almost in a whisper. "You're so beautiful Stacy." With that he leant in close to me and we kissed again. Our tongues met and softly ran over one another, as if they were locked in a slow, intimate dance. He continued to stroke my thigh and still, little by little, worked his hand further up until it disappeared under my dress. I let out another shudder, partly because of the erotic feeling that was flowing through me and partly because his hand felt cold against the warm flesh of my inner thigh. I decided that I should do some exploring of my own and allowed my hand to drop down his body, feeling my way down his chest, stomach, waist, right down to the top of his own thigh and between his legs where I could feel something very stiff encased in his jeans. I felt him hold his breath slightly while I gently dragged my fingers along the length of his penis, then it was my turn to gasp because his fingers had found their way to the front of my underwear. He pressed lightly against the thin, silky material, only this small barrier stood between my brother's fingertips and my most intimate area. My breathing became shallower and my legs began to part, allowing him better access, but then his hand was gone and our lips were parted.

"The bus is here," he said while rising from the bench. I stood up quickly and composed myself as best I could in the few seconds before the bus stopped. We were both breathless and I felt pretty embarrassed, although I was certain no one had seen our sordid display. The bus stopped by the shelter and Jake led the way through the opening doors.

My brother paid the fare for us both and we walked down the aisle of the bus. There was an old couple sitting at the back, apart from them the bus was empty, this is only the second stop on the bus route so it was unsurprising to see the lack of people. We sat on the 3rd row of the bus with Jake against the window and me on the aisle side of our seat. Taking advantage of the lack of people around us my brother's hand, once again, was in between my legs cupping the inside of my left thigh with his right hand. He turned to me and a mischievous grin appeared on his lips. Touching and kissing outside when nobody was about was one thing, but doing it on a public bus where anyone might see us was quite different. I put my hand on his and gently eased it away from my damp underwear.