Stacy’s Story 3 – Part 1

Stacy’s Story 3 – Part 1

[The last story ended when my brother left the room after our passionate love making session ended, the love we felt for each other was flourishing. I recommend reading the previous chapters before you read this one so it makes more sense to you!]

My name is Stacy, and this is my story

At around 7am in the morning my eyes opened, after a couple of seconds I got a huge rush, right up through my stomach and into my head and I smiled. I was remembering the night before. The night my brother had taken…no, the night I’d given my virginity to my brother. I felt like a real woman, as if the shackles of being just a girl had been shaken off and now I was a true and real woman. It was such a rush of realization and confidence. My smile continued to broaden as I remembered how I had been ‘de-flowered’ and my pussy grew warm and my nipples stood to attention, as if saluting me on a job well done. I could hear noises coming from downstairs, voices of my parents and my brother, oh my brother or my lover? I wasn’t sure. I had an overwhelming urge to see him and as today was a Saturday I could probably spend the day with him because he wouldn’t be working.

I slipped out from the bedcovers, my smooth legs swinging over the edge of my bed first, sitting up I stretched my arms in the air, feeling my still hard nipples push against the fabric of my pyjamas. I left my bedroom and made my way to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth, every time I looked in the mirror I was smiling. I brushed my blonde hair back behind my ears and allowed a few stray hairs to fall either side of my face and then checked myself out in the mirror once more (still smiling) before heading back to my bedroom to get dressed.

It was a pretty hot day, even in my pyjama top and shorts I was pretty warm so I unbuttoned my top and tossed it into my wardrobe, and picked out a long vest top. It was the kind with no sleeves and the hemline ended about mid-thigh. It covered up the shorts underneath so it looked like I had this red shirt on and nothing else, but I wasn’t going to put jeans on in this weather and after all I was around my family, not like anyone was going to be eyeing me up! (With a smile I knew, of course, the real reason why I’d chosen such a revealing set of clothes, to give my brother an erection!) I started giggling again as that thought went through my mind. I quickly composed myself as best I could and headed out my bedroom door and towards the stairs.

I made my way downstairs and saw my mother, father and brother sat at the dinner table, the table was fairly large with room for two people on either side. My mother and father sat on one side and my brother was on the other by himself. No one was eating; they were just enjoying morning coffee and conversation.

“Hey look who’s up early,” my mother said when I appeared in the doorway. “Do you want some coffee too?”

“Yeah please,” I said smiling back at her as she stood up and turned her back my father got up and walked towards the sitting room with his paper, smiling at me as he went. Then my brother turned around and saw me coming towards him and I swear his eyes doubled in size! He was looking me up and down and I loved it! Then, of course, we remembered we were in the company of our parents who may not understand, or like, their two offspring undressing each other with their eyes, much less our antics from the previous night. I sat down on the chair next to Jake and slid my legs under the table.

“Good morning, dear brother,” I said trying not to giggle, and failing.

“Ah good morning dear sister,” he said in a very posh, almost royal voice which made us both start giggling with each other.

Mum turned around holding my cups of coffee set it down on the table in front of me, looking at us with a confused smile as she did so. I knew that she must have been surprised to see that Jake and I were suddenly the best of friends, but then, what mother wouldn’t smile at that?

When she turned around again to get my dad’s cup I felt a hand on my upper thigh. I jumped a little and felt like my body temperature had shot up through the roof. My brother was feeling me up at the breakfast table! Mum turned around and the hand quickly withdrew, as she walked past with dad’s cup Jake half stood up, I thought he was leaving the table but then I saw what he was doing. With mums back turned he was rearranging himself, his erection was clear as day, like a tent pole inside his sweat pants. He reached down into his trousers and straightened his cock so it was pointing straight up, in line with his stomach, and then sat back down with relief etched on his face

“I’ve had that since I saw you come in the room,” he whispered to me with a smile. “And I’ve been waiting for ages to sort it out, I thought it was gonna tear through my trousers!” We both started laughing and in my I was imagining him sat there with everyone around and a big hole in his trousers where his cock had torn through, thanks to his sexy older sister.

We stopped laughing and mum came back to the table and sat opposite us, our hands kept to ourselves.

“What are you doing today?” mum asked me.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “I might go and have a mess around on the PC or something, or phone Kerry for a bit.” (Kerry was a friend I met online, we weren’t close and we’d never met in person but I was grateful for a friend to chat to.)

“How about you?” she said turning to Jake. “Are you still going out tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “More than likely, I fancy a night out.” My heart sank what if he met a girl? Or what if a girl came on to him? What if he found someone there that he liked and what would that mean for…?

“Why don’t you come with me Stace?” He said, knocking me out of that sequence of thought, “it’ll be a laugh.” I thought about it for a moment.

“Ok why not?” I replied, suddenly nervous and excited at the thought of us being out together like an actual couple, as I said before I was never a ‘going out’ type of person, but remembering the safeness I had felt in my brothers arms last night I knew that he would look after me. Mum was surprised too, I could see it in her face and raised eyebrows, but considering Jake had never asked me to go anywhere with him I understood the shock value.

“That’s that then,” Jake said standing up, mum stood too finishing her coffee as she did, which reminded me that I’d forgot mine.

“Jake, are you ready yet?” dad shouted from the other room.

“Yeah, just got to put my shoes on,” Jake replied.

“Where are you going?” I asked, sounding more disappointed that I intended.

“To the scrap yard to find some parts for the car we’ve been working on, don’t you remember us talking about it?”

“No, when are you coming back?” I asked, still sounding like a jealous girlfriend rather than a sister.

“Be a few hours,” He said. “After we’ve been there we’ll need to go down to the garages and stuff, and that should be it,” he sounded disappointed too.

“No,” dad corrected him. “We need to pick up the engine pieces from the shop in town; they’ll have it at about three o’clock so it’ll probably be getting on for about six o’clock when we get back.”

I suddenly disliked my father.

“Oh yeah I forgot,” said Jake. Then he turned to me and said, “Don’t worry, when I get back there will be plenty of time for me to get something to eat and get ready to go out tonight.”

“Ok,” I said, still disappointed, but also very excited about the prospect of a night out with my brother. Mum and dad walked out of the back door and outside towards the car, when they were out of sight my brother turned around to look at me. Then he leaned down and planted his lips on mine, parting my lips with his tongue. I felt his hand run up and under my top and take hold of my left breast, giving it a little squeeze which made me tingle all over, we pulled apart with a smooching sound and he quickly checked we wasn’t being watched then turned back to me.

“We will go to a club tonight,” he said with his hand still on my breast. “And we’ll have plenty of fun.” He checked over his shoulder once more, and turned back to me again letting go of my breast, but he wasn’t done yet. His hand slithered down to the top of my shorts, I gasped as I realized what he was about to do, then he did it. His hand went down the front of my shorts and he inserted a finger into my pussy, the amount of wetness down there made it easy for him, so easy that he decided to slip two in, without thinking I lifted my rear up off the seat to allow him better access.

Here I was, sat at the dinner table with my brother’s forefinger and middle finger inside my pussy and his tongue in my mouth when our parents could come in at any moment. And then…

“Jake!” it was dads voice. We almost jumped out of our skins, Jake pulled his fingers out of me and stood upright, with my juices still coating his fingers and I turned around and stood up beside him.

“Jake, are you coming or what?” he was still outside! Oh the relief!

“Yes dad I’m…” a giggle, “I’m coming!” he shouted back, then turned back to me.

“I almost already have cum,” he said to me, we both laughed and he brought his hand up to his lips, he looked at me and sucked my juice off his middle finger. Then he offered me his forefinger which I gratefully took in my mouth. We looked into each other’s eyes and shared a quick kiss.

“See you later,” he said, my love for him again surfaced, so much so I was holding tears back.

“I love you,” I said

“I love you too,” and with that he turned and walked through the door, I rushed upstairs to change my clothes and begin the long process of picking an outfit!

* * * * * * * * * * *

It was now around 5.30pm and, predictably, I was no closer to choosing an outfit. I was searching through the closet looking at jeans, t-shirts, dresses, skirts, even one or two evening gowns and God knows what else! I hadn’t worn many of these things, some of them I’d worn around the house, but as for going out in I usually limited myself to sweatpants and baggy t-shirts! But tonight was different and I was out to impress. If you had told me a few days ago that I’d be looking for something to impress my brother I would’ve thought you were insane and a bit perverted. But there I was, equally excited and nervous and as time got closer to the promised 6pm, much more nervous.

I noticed a dress hanging up in the back of my closet; the silvery colour caught my eye. It was the dress that had been given to me about 3 years ago by an aunt or something. It was a backless silver dress that was tied around the neck so you couldn’t wear a bra with it and the hem line was just above the knee. I thought what the hell and decided to try it on. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs. (I had removed the shorts I had been wearing before considering how wet they were after this morning.) Then I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it on top of my jeans on the floor. Now, standing in just my small pink panties I stepped into the dress.

Now I don’t know if I had grown or if the dress had shrunk but when I pulled it up to where it needed to be to fasten properly the hem of the dress had travelled up past my knees and stopped daringly close to my upper thighs. I fastened the collar part at the top and smoothed the dress down, when I turned around to look in the full length mirror I nearly passed out with embarrassment, even though I was the only person in the room.

The hemline did indeed stop around my thighs, the dress wasn’t flimsy, it would keep its shape in a breeze but it wasn’t skin tight either, it loosely hung around my thighs giving me room to move my legs and, much more importantly, it wouldn’t cut into me when sitting down and leave impression lines. The front section, after I’d tied it up around my neck presented a small problem. Of course I already knew my back would be bare but if I bent down the dress would sag and clearly show my breasts from the side. My fear was short lived however when I discovered a small lace that ran from one side of the front and hooked around across my back to the other side so the dress would be held tightly against my body.

Normally at this point I would have immediately stripped off again and found something much less revealing but I couldn’t deny the simple fact that I looked very, very sexy. I had never dressed this way before and looking at myself now I couldn’t understand why. My legs looked great and the hemline wasn’t so bad. Mum and dad would probably have a heart attack when they saw me in this and hopefully my brother would too. I was starting to get turned on from looking at myself like this, in fact, since that morning I’d felt ‘on the edge’ so to speak.

On any other night, I might have happily laid on my bed and masturbated for the rest of the evening but right now I needed to go in the shower and pick out what to wear on my feet. I undid the straps, shook the dress off and laid it out on the bed, the silver material reflecting the light. I couldn’t believe how confident I was feeling! Maybe it was losing my virginity the night before, but more likely it was because I knew I would be with my brother. He would keep me safe and, with him, I could do anything. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my once again wet panties I pulled them down and threw them onto the washing pile along with my panties and shorts from this morning. Amazing that women don’t run out of moisture if we did I would surely have dried up after the last 24 hours’ exploits!

Naked again, I walked to the top of the stairs and shouted down that I was going in the shower, mum shouted OK back to me, I always shout first before getting in the shower so if anyone needs to use the toilet they have a chance to do so before I get in so I’m not disturbed. Once the door of the shower is closed you can only see a vague shape through the translucent glass but still I didn’t want people coming in and sitting on the toilet while I’m all naked and soapy! I went back to my room to grab my bathrobe, no need to put it on yet so I strode across the landing to the bathroom in the nude. It was a good job my mother was downstairs, the sight of her daughter naked, shaved pussy and all, would be very awkward!

I closed the door behind me and hung up my robe on the hook on the back of the door then got a towel out of the linen cupboard. I laid it on the floor in front of the shower door ready for me to step on afterwards to stop the floor getting wet. I leaned in to the cubicle and switched on the water, then held my hand under the spray until it got warm enough and stepped in. I love taking showers, the hot water sprayed on to the back of my neck instantly relaxing me; I closed my eyes and thought about what the night ahead may bring, me in my sexy silver dress dancing with my little brother.

I ought to have be ashamed of myself, but considering that in the last 24 hours I had stroked myself to orgasm while secretly watching him watch porn and masturbate, and later that night had lost my virginity to him, if all that hadn’t made me feel any shame then a bit of fantasizing in the shower wasn’t going to do much to change that! I ran my fingers through my wet hair then began rubbing my neck and shoulders, feeling my muscles loosen as I did so.

My mind began to drift back to the night before, how it felt to have his cock inside me, thrusting into my virgin pussy until I had felt my brothers cum welling up inside me. My hands dropped to my breasts, unconsciously rubbing and pinching my nipples, making them stand out straight. I still had my eyes closed, dreamily remembering the feelings of the orgasms, how it had felt like my pussy was on fire and tasting my sweet juices on my brothers tongue.

I heard a bang outside that startled me, bringing me out of the erotic paradise that was my fantasy; I heard voices outside as well. After a moment I realized that my dad and brother had returned from wherever they had been all day. A pang of excitement ran through my like a little electric shock. Then I noticed that while I had been in my dreamlike state, my hands had found their way to my pussy and my fingers had been stroking my slit for a few moments, which explained my current arousal.

I stopped myself and grabbed the shampoo off the little shelf in the shower cubicle and rubbed it into my hair, massaging my scalp before rinsing it out. I had my eyes closed tight so no shampoo found its way into them and I stood directly under the shower so all the water was directed onto my head. When I stepped away from the spray I could hear voices again, I heard someone coming up the stairs then heard my mother shouting up after them, telling them that I was in the shower. The footsteps went back down the stairs and out of earshot. I got the shower gel off the shelf and squeezed some into my hand and began rubbing myself all over.

I kept telling myself that I was only cleaning myself, but really most of the rubbing was about feeling dirtier! As good an excuse as any, my hands were now soapy and they glided over my body, over my breasts and over my stomach, then down over my thighs and calf muscles, back up the backs of my legs to my ass. I kneaded the flesh on my ass then brought my hands back to my pussy, my finger teasingly sliding up and down my slit, each time pushing a little further in. My breathing became shallow when my finger ran over my clit, making my legs spread a little wider opening up my little pink hole until it was aching to be filled.

I was still stroking my clit as I used my other hand to gently tease my pussy by dipping a finger just barely inside myself, I loved teasing myself to the point or orgasm then pulling back slightly, to make the feeling last and to see how long I could stay at that climactic point until I couldn’t wait any longer, when I reached that point my senses would go numb and my entire body would become super sensitive, at that point any touch would send me cascading over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm. I turned around to face the jets of water so they were spurting water directly onto my breasts, the warm water flowed down my slim body to where my hands were teasing my pussy, it was like the water knew what I wanted and it was eagerly seeking out the right points to hit in order to send me over that edge once again.

My mind was still replaying the events of my incest fuelled night of passion with my sibling. I was close…so very close. My body was tense and my mind felt numb, my hands were working on my pussy as if they had a mind all of their own, one hand dedicated to my clit, the other rhythmically fucking my hole, now with a third finger helping to fill me up as it steadily entered me alongside the others. Now I was getting into a faster, more urgent rhythm.

Faster…

My lips parted as my breathing became more intense and my eyes squeezed shut.

There would be no teasing or teetering on the edge this time. I intended to skip the formalities and dive straight to main event, my heart hammered against my chest, my breasts now impossibly sensitive and my nipples even more so, the feeling of the water being shot at my nipples when they were this sensitive was amazing, that feeling alone was enough to send my crazy with pure, unbridled lust. I thought I heard a knock on the door but I was too far gone, nothing was going to stall my climax.

“Stacy?” It was my brother’s voice, and that was the last straw. My orgasm ripped through my body, sending shock waves from my pussy and nipples through my chest and stomach, down my legs right to my toes.

The bathroom door opened.

The waves of pleasure still rocked my body, the mind blowing climax made my legs quiver at the knees until I had to kneel on the floor of the shower cubicle.

“Are you ok in there?”

My senses were slowly returning, a warm feeling filled my body, as if the hot water had gotten into my blood stream, making my temperature rise.

The shower cubicle door opened and I saw my brothers face appear through the steam, he looked down at me, sat on the cubicle floor now with one leg stretched out in front of me and the other leg bent with my knee under my chin and both hands between my legs, he looked me up and down a few times, scanning and savouring my body, and he smiled almost from ear to ear at me.

“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 and moving around it 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 felt 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 the hemline danced 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 too frayed tonight, with the towel draped around my shoulders I left the bathroom and walked into my bedroom. I don’t think I’d ever enjoyed a quick shower as much I had that evening.

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; I think we are a bit beyond that formality!”

As I turned the handle 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’d had that night can’t be wrong!

Pushing those thoughts aside for now I opened my brother’s door and stepped into his room and 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 and was 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 with a sly smile.

“Yeah, you bet I do,” he answered enthusiastically. He walked up to me and slipped his hands inside my robe, reaching around to my bare back and pulled me towards him. As he did my robe fell completely open and my breasts 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 willy to our parents,” he said, 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. “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, apparently 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, have a good time and be careful both of you,” she said looking round to me and back to Jake again.

“Don’t worry mum,” said Jake. “We’ll be fine, promise.”

“Ok, see you both later,” she said. With that she left us and closed the door behind her.

“Bless her,” Jake said smiling.

“Yeah,” I said. I was still feeling nervous about the bus ride but I figured that 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’d looked in the closet and picked out some black trousers and a nice top which I’d look ok in. 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, and 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 like they were moist and, according to the label, wouldn’t smear on anything, such as drinking glasses and shirt collars.

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 ended in the way I hoped it would, my brother would be seeing them at some point. So, 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 breasts, 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.

With the hemline hanging 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.

From 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, “look at you; you’re going to attract a lot of attention dressed like that!”

I must have been blushing because she quickly added, “But you do look lovely honey, 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…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,” I added.

“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…

[To keep under the 10,000 word limit this story will continue to its conclusion in part 2 which is already written and coming very soon]