Michael Smith - Siblings

After a moment she dug out the pair of deep green satin shoes I had bought her to go with her country club dress. "I got these as a gift last summer to go with a party dress. I think you were on vacation with your folks."

She slipped on the shoes and became instantly sexier. High heels are undoubtedly bad for a woman's feet, but they can sure do wonders for the long curves of her legs.

Alex put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. She began strutting across the room, swinging her ass and pointing her toes with each step. Patty was laughing in delight and clapping.

"That's great, Alex, really! You ought to enter a beauty contest some day – you got the moves down perfect!"

I was smiling, too. Alex could clown around but she was truly gorgeous – and she knew I thought so, and that made both of us feel good. But her parade across the room had brought her close to her bedroom door before I realized where she was headed. I made the mistake of stepping back from the doorjamb too late and Alex's quick eye caught the movement.

In the second or two before she turned, her face showed surprise, then amusement, then thoughtfulness – and then mischievous delight as she suddenly had an inspiration. Two steps back toward the bed, humming "The Stripper," Alex paused and rotated in a slow, exaggerated bump and grind while Patty crowed with laughter. And as she turned, she gave me a broad wink. She had an audience now and she intended to take advantage of it.

I had no idea what her instant plan might entail, but I was sure it would involve Patty. She wouldn't hurt Patty, I knew; she liked the other girl too much as a friend. And if Patty was lucky, she would never know she had been the victim of a prank. My sister and I had many, many private jokes that the rest of the world was never let in on.

Alex was back at her friend's side, now. She smiled and kicked the shoes under the bed, and then stepped back to look more closely at Patty. She parked one open hand on a canted hip – a calculated pose if I ever saw one – while Patty twisted her pearl pinky ring and waited a little nervously for Alex's verdict.

"Patty, you look really nice in that suit – in fact, you look great! That kind of red means 'Stop, Look, and Listen,' and the boys are gonna do just that." The little blonde beamed radiantly.

"But-" (Alex pointed a finger dramatically at the other girl's navel) "-you're wearing that suit much too conservatively!"

"What?!" Patty squeaked. "I feel almost naked already!" She looked down at the narrow red strips. "How can this possibly be 'conservative'?"

Alex knelt on one knee in front of her and said in a mock stern tone, "They put these ties here for a reason, but you still have them let all the way out. Haven't you seen those teeny little bikinis in action at the beach?" She began cinching up the string on one side.

"But those girls are in college, or at least high school juniors and seniors! I won't be fifteen for another month!"

"So? You're never too young to be sexy! Besides, think of the fifteen-year- old boys. They watch the college girls with the grown-up bodies, sure, but they know they'll never get within ten yards of any of them. And then they'll turn around, and there you'll be, a dazzling blonde their own age in a red bikini, and their eyes will fall out on the sand. They'll stumble all over themselves, and get tongue-tied trying to talk to you, and you'll have to hold them off with a beach umbrella! Now that's POWER!"

She had cinched up the strings on both sides of Patty's suit while Patty's expression said she was imagining the scene at the beach – and enjoying it. Now Alex pulled the front of the red suit two inches lower so it marked a straight line across Patty's lower abdomen. Then she turned her around quickly, before she could react, and tugged the back of her suit lower as well, almost exposing the cleft between her cheeks. Patty was spun to the front again.

"Have to make the most of those tits, too," Alex said as she stood up. She held the lower string of Patty's halter top with one hand and began experimentally sliding the cups farther apart, exposing a much more generous cleavage. Patty stood helplessly, caught up in Alex's radicalization of what she obviously thought was already a very daring bikini.

"Untie the bottom string." Patty did as she was told but clutched the strings at her sides.

"We move the string farther up under your boobs to make 'em stand out,… okay, tie it again." Patty's breasts looked larger now and more nearly spherical. Alex stepped behind her.

"Now, we cheat gravity a little…" She untied the halter string behind Patty's neck. "Lift your boobs, Patty; c'mon, use your hands!"

Alex retied the neck string and stepped back. "Now, go take a look in the mirror, kid – every boy you meet is going to have an instant hard-on. You're going to have to wear a name tag: 'Hi, my name is Patty, and please don't come in your trunks'!"

Patty's face suggested she had just survived a whirlwind, but when she saw her quarter-profile in the long mirror her mouth fell open and she stared.

Her bust looked to be a full cup size larger than it already was, and the skinny little sides of the bottom of her suit emphasized the earthy flair of her hips and made her legs look longer. In a word, she was luscious. She unconsciously arched her back a little more and cocked one hip. She looked speechlessly at Alex, who grinned and made an 'O' with thumb and forefinger.

"What did I tell you? You believe me now?" She moved up close to Patty.

"Now – if you'll trust me with a sewing machine, I think we ought to take in the sides of each of these about a half-inch…" She tucked under the edges of each halter cup with her fingers and managed to stroke the surfaces of Patty's breasts as she did so.

"I'm going to take in my top some, I think, and remove the lining so my nipples will show through." She looked down at her bandeau as she pulled down its top edge as far as her brown areolae.

"I do have great nipples, don't I?" Patty watched, somehow unaware that right now their breasts, bellies, crotches, and thighs all were less than two inches apart.

Alex moved her hands slightly and then she was casually, gently, lifting the weight of Patty's breasts. The other girl seemed hypnotized; I knew the feeling. Alex sighed.

"Gee, I wish I had boobs like these." No, she didn't, but I was beginning to understand where Alex's game was going. At fourteen, my sister was already an artist at seduction. She had a talent for it when she chose to use it, and I was the proof; when she wanted something from me she nearly always got it.

Alex withdrew her hands before her friend could think of anything to say and casually removed her own suit. "If you'll leave that outfit with me for a day or two, I'll brew you up some magic, okay?"

Patty was pulling off her suit, too – mostly because Alex had done so, but she didn't realize that. She nibbled at her lower lip for a second.

"Alex? I'm glad I have someone like you for a friend." She was sweet and sincere, and still astonished by her transformation in the mirror. "Why are you so much smarter about boys than I am?"

Alex gave her a surprised glance and then a genuinely warm smile. "I'm glad we're friends, too, Patty. You're one of the very nicest people I know. And I'm*not* smarter; maybe I just work at it harder." I'll bet you've also had a*lot* more practice, I thought, and smiled.

Patty really was a nice girl, besides being sexier than I would have expected. Then Alex put her arms around her in an affectionate girl-girl hug and Patty responded in kind. It would have seemed the most innocent embrace in the world, had they not both been naked.

Again, Alex quit first. She looked around the room for a moment while one hand absently stroked her tiny tuft of pubic hair. Then she looked at her crotch in apparent surprise.