If your sister isn't going to bring up the subject of birth control, you certainly aren't, either. While your heart hopes that she is totally unprotected tonight, your mind knows that she must have taken other precautions in order to not ask for you to use a condom tonight.
You walk over to your sister, and to her credit she does not flinch away, nor does she take you down with some martial arts move, which certainly is within her capability. Instead, she stands there, meeting your gaze.
Sam was always beautiful to you, but seeing her dressed up and dolled up tonight, for the first time in your life makes her even more attractive to you. And it is all for you, however reluctantly it might be.
Keeping your baser urges reigned in for the moment, you raise your right hand and gently brush her cheek with it. Her skin is soft, warm, and slightly covered with rouge. Sam seems a little surprised at the tenderness of your action, but other than that does not react.
You lean in to kiss her, her nearly identical height augmented slightly by heels putting her a few inches higher than you. She pulls her head back a bit as your lips approach, then remembers her vow. Steeling herself, while to her credit trying not to look like she was doing so, she moves her head back towards you. It is you who has to move that extra fraction of an inch to complete the kiss, however.
It is not the best kiss you've had, by a longshot, but the first less-than-sisterly kiss from Sam that you've gotten, and that in itself makes it special. Your sister's lips press back against yours firmly, and their feel is pleasant enough against yours, although devoid of any passion. You hope to change that, but it will be a long battle you suspect.
You put your right hand back behind her head, pulling her lips harder against yours, while your other hand moves to rest on her waist. She moves an arm, as if to pull your hand away from there, but it stops midway and then returns to it's previous position. You are content to let it sit there for a minute, feeling your sister's warm flesh through the fancy dress she is wearing, and a thin layer of some undergarment below.
You let that hand move around, to the small of her back. When it starts to move down over Sam's toned backside, she tenses up some, despite herself, but otherwise does not keep you from preceding. You soon have one exquisitely toned buttock lightly clenched in your hand.
You break the kiss with your sister, although not your grip on her ass, and regard the face that is so close to your own.
"Don't take all night, Max," Sam says evenly. "I have to get up early tomorrow."
"That doesn't sound very cooperative," you observe.
"I will be true to my promise of cooperation," Sam says. "But don't delude yourself into thinking that this is a romantic event. I made myself girly for you tonight, but don't expect me to be girly and fall for your crude attempts at seduction. If you're looking to impress me in any way, then don't waste your time on gestures that will have no effect on me."
Well, that was a bit of a boner-killer there. It was indeed your hope to win your sister over through your tenderness and romanticism as a lover. Another fantasy that didn't seem to be surviving daylight. Still what was going on now, and was going to happen soon, were fantasies of their own.
You take a step back, letting go of her ass. "Fine, Sam. Then let's just remove these clothes and move on then."
In response, Sam reaches behind herself and starts undoing the zipper on the back of her dress. You shrug and take your bathrobe off. All you've got left after that is your shorts, so you have ample time to watch as your sister pulls her fancy dress up and over her head, revealing a thin black silk slip. She catches your eyes on her, and although she blushes, she pulls off the slip to reveal a matching set of black lace bra and panties. You suspect that either Sam has not been as non-girly as her family as thought. or else she was able to borrow these somewhere.
She reaches behind herself to undo her bra, stopping just as it is about to come lose. "No guy have ever seen my boobs before. You better not tell anyone, Max."
"No one would believe me, sis, even if I was the kind to kiss and tell."
She makes a angry noise in the back of her throat, before saying "Fine." She finishes the clasp, and then pulls the bra off from her body.
Her tits are nice, as you'll always suspected. Small by some people's standards, but not yours by any means, and they are entirely appropriate for her athletic body type. Her nipples are small as well, with matchingly small aureola that looked to be as smooth as the rest of her skin.
Sam ignores as best she can your staring at her breasts, and carefully pulls down her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed bush of red pubic hair. You can't see much more than that at the moment, though.
Now totally naked, Sam stands there defiantly, looking at you. "Now it's your turn, Max." She indicates the underwear you are still wearing.
Now is the time for you to feel a little bit nervous, as you pull down your shorts, letting your semi-erect penis into a family-member's view for the first time in years.
Sam avoids looking at first, then finally forces herself to look that way, before laughing. "I had heard it was much longer than that," she giggles.
Your face reddens. "Who told you that?"
Sam giggles again. "Oh, why, you did, dear brother. Any time you have some alcohol inside you, you think you have fourteen inches. And naive about men girl that I was, I believed it." She regards your equipment thoughtfully for a moment, though. "You're definitely not small, though. I'd probably be more scared if I hadn't been worried about a fourteen inch monster cock coming after me."
You vaguely remembered drunken family discussions of fourteen inch something, although ypu could have sworn it was about pizzas, and not penises. It had to have been pizzas you had been talking about at the time; how else could you explain Lisa's drooling during the entire discussion?
Sam looks around her room. "How do you want me for your one time?"
"Does it have to be just one?" You are half-joking, but hoping that she might come back with a serious answer.
"Yes, just one, brother. Those were the rules. Besides, this is the only time we can get away with it without having to worry."
She's lost you now. "Worry? About what? Someone hearing or seeing us?"
She looks at you, a little condescendingly. "No, silly. From getting pregnant. Everyone knows a girl can't get pregnant on her first time. A shame I had to waste that one on you."
You manage to close your mouth after it drops open in shock without drawing too much attention. Your oldest sister Sam actually believed the myth that a girl couldn't get pregnant during her first time? Well, she wasn't the most sexually sophisticated girl in the world, by a long margin. Much oh her life had been devoted to her martial arts studies, and apparently not more useful things for young women. Come to think of it, there was a scandal of sorts in junior high when Sam was allowed to skip her sex-ed classes, in order to go do training, back when she was bringing the school many trophies.
Sam is not stupid in any regard, but apparently her knowledge of sex is clearly below yours, which is scary by itself.
"Yeah, it's good that you can't get pregnant your first time, sis," you respond, trying to sound entirely serious. "Although we're probably not a night we'd need to worry about anyway, right?"
Sam's face crinkles up prettily in thought. "Well, if I'm doing the math right, tonight I'd probably have something to worry about if it wasn't my first time. Mom always said that this was the time of the month that caused so many of us to be born."
Awesome. Your sister is extremely fertile tonight, but believes herself safe because of some silly little but of urban legend that most kids and decided wasn't true before it became a serious concern.
Would there be any advantage to curing Sam of little piece of misinformation? She would be in your debt, obviously. On the other hand, it certainly would greatly lower, if not eliminate, the odds of your getting her knocked up tonight. And it might be more fun to exploit her strange belief regarding first time sex, especially in your quest to knock up as many of your relatives as you can. And she may have other naive sexual beliefs that you could exploit. |