William Scott: His horny sister

"Okay," he said. "Sure. You got a sexy dress?"

There was a skimpy light-blue shirt she had worn a few times when she went out with Steve. It was quite short and had a way of clinging to the tips of her tits and the cheeks of her ass. She had always felt a little embarrassed in it, but she believed she would enjoy wearing it on a date with Todd.

"Wait here," she said with a happy smile, and went into the bedroom.

After closing the door behind her, she took off the plain skirt and blouse she had been wearing, and put on panty hose and the shirt. She posed in front of the mirror and was stimulated by the daring way in which the dress accentuated the pointed fullness of her tits and the provocative roundness of each buttcheek.

She returned to the living room and posed for Todd. His eyes glinted again.

"Turn around… slow," he said.

She turned for him, letting her asscheeks shift sensually.

"Heyyy, not bad," he commented. "What have you got under it?"

She faced him. "What?"

"What are you wearing under the dress?"

"Why, panty hose and briefs and a bra."

"Take 'em off."

She blinked. "What do you want me to do that for?"

"I just want you to. Go ahead – take off all your underwear. That'll make the dress look real far-out."

A shiver of illicit excitement went down her spine. "Todd, I can't do that! Look how short this dress is. And see how it clings to my breasts and my rear."

"Yeah. That's what I noticed, baby. You'll be outasight dancing with just that dress on."

She became more excited. But her resistance grew, as well. It would be just too much to exhibit herself so blatantly, she thought. She would feel terribly cheap.

"No, Todd, I won't do it."

He moved up to her. "Do you love me, baby?"

"You know I do," she replied softly.

"Then you'll do what I say. Take off your underwear."

"Todd, no! My breasts will bounce all over without a bra."

"That's just what I want to see, honey."

She became more flushed. "My nipples will show through the cloth."

"Right oh!" He chuckled.

"Todd, do you want me to feel like a prostitute?"

"Sure," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I want you to be a real bad girl tonight. I want you to shake your ass and titties and freak the guys right outa their heads."

Her blush deepened. "Darling, how can you talk that way?"

"Go on. Take off your undies. Or will I have to do it?"

She shivered again with excitement.

"At least let me wear my pants," she pleaded, her voice turning low and husky.

"No pants," he said. "Just your dress and shoes – nothing else."

"But it's so short! If I bend forward a little…" He laughed.

She decided to do what he said. Even if he wasn't serious about his threat to actually strip the underwear off her, she realized she wanted to shed it. She wanted to be daring tonight. She wanted to be bad!

"All right," she said huskily. "I'll take my undies off."

She returned to the bedroom and closed the door. Her fingers trembled with excitement as she lifted her skirt and stripped down her panty hose and briefs. She took them off along with her shoes, and then put the shoes back on.

She lowered the zipper at the back of her dress and let the top fall forward and slide off her arms.

The garment hung from her waist as she removed her bra. She looked in the mirror at her full tits sticking out erotically and quivering as she pulled the dress up. When she stretched to restore the zipper, the thin fabric of her shirt drew tautly across her boobs, making the nipples shockingly evident. She shivered again.

Her cheeks glowed with stimulation when she returned to the living room. She had never gone without panties before, and her butt and pussy felt wickedly unclothed. She derived a giddy sensation when she walked, her thighs and asscheeks scissoring nakedly. Her tits vibrated without restraint, and the dress fabric tickled her sensitive nipples.

Todd looked her over, then moved up close.

"Just want to make sure," he said, as he pinched a titty with one hand while he reached under her skirt with the other and felt her bare ass.

A wild thrill went through Sharon. She blushed more strongly.

"God, I feel so loose!" she said, her voice trembling.

"That's how I want you to feel," he replied. "Come on. Let's go."

As she walked in front of him to the door, he admired the shifting of her round, quivery buttcheeks with the clingy dress rippling across them. He couldn't resist the temptation to slap her luscious ass. The blow made a sharp, fleshy sound, and her butt bounced sensually.

"Ow!" she shrieked. Frowning provocatively, she rubbed the cheeks of her fanny.

Todd's prick pushed forward against his pants. It was a good thing the corridor was deserted when they stepped out of her apartment.

He took her to a rock-music club which he had been frequenting alone dining recent evening. He knew several of the young people who were there that night.

Sharon felt like a lamb walking into a den of wolves as she entered the place. The young men ogled her blatantly, and she could almost see the saliva dripping from their lips. The girls who were present gave her green-tinged stares.

Todd nodded several hello's and steered his sister to a table near the center of the room. A long-haired combo was laying down an acid beat which was amplified so loudly that it seemed to shake the walls. Colored lights played across the scene.

Since the place catered to teenagers as well as young adults, it wasn't licensed to serve liquor. Todd ordered Cokes at a dollar each and paid for them with some money he had gotten from Sharon.

The guys that he knew began to drift over to his table, and he introduced them to his sister, emphasizing the sibling relationship… The eager studs grinned and tried to make time with her. She felt flushed with excitement. When they took turns inviting her to dance, she went out with them to the crowded floor, and she could feel their eyes on her thin, clingy dress as her tits bounced and her ass wiggled to the hard-rock beat.

One of the young men asked her to leave the place with him. Though stimulated, she shrugged the suggestion off. However, when they returned to the table she had been sharing with Todd, she found that her brother was gone.

She glanced around the room and spotted him dancing with a cute young brunette. She felt a twinge of jealousy.

"Mind if I keep you company while your brother's out making it?" the long-haired boy, whose name was Andy, asked.

"Okay," Sharon said. They sat down together.

He had positioned his chair very close to hers, but she forgot him for the moment as she stared across the room at her brother and the other girl. She couldn't help but notice, also, that she was still getting admiring glances from most of the males in the room. She crossed her legs, and her mini-dress slid high on her smooth, bare thighs.

She wondered giddily whether the guys seated across from her could see some wisps of pussy hair between her legs. The possibility excited her, and from the way the boys kept staring, she began to believe it was probable.

Suddenly a shock jolted her as Andy placed his hand on her thigh. She looked down at his hand and was about to push it away. But then she thought, If Todd can play ground and make me jealous, I can do the same to him! She let Andy keep his hand on her leg.

Ever so slowly, as the rock rhythm pounded and her young companion smiled warmly at her, he worked his fingers up her thigh, pushing her skirt along. The hem slid all the way to the point where her other thigh began to cross over the one he was caressing. The juxtaposition of the two tapering columns concealed the tuft of hair on her cunt mound, but, with her skirt that high, she knew the hair between her legs was visible beneath her raised thigh and that the boys who sat across from her could see it. She became more excited.