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A Little Blue Dress

by Wm_Sexspear ©

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rights reserved.

* * * * *

Being only two years older than my sister, my earliest memories of Barbara are
of her around age 4. She didn't turn into a jock until she got into High School.
As a kid, Barb was all girl; dolls, tea parties attended by imaginary guests...
in other words, everything yucky to a older brother. Therefore we never did very
much together as kids. Sometimes we played board games as a family, but that's
about it. You don't grow particularly close to a sibling playing Chutes and
Ladders once in a while.

Sure, over time the games became more adult as we kids grew up. Before you start
getting too excited by the word adult, I mean games like Scrabble and Monopoly.
But other than enforced associations during family outings, or planned rainy day
events, Barb and I mostly went our separate ways. Since we spent little time in
each other's face, we rarely fought. Guess you could say we liked each other.

Barb grew into a big, strong girl. Thanks to being an enthusiastic athlete, she
developed powerful, long legs. The girl loved to run, she liked field hockey,
softball, and basketball. Being 5' 10" certainly helped her in all three sports.
For fun, Barb loved to swim. If you hadn't guessed, she had a body to die for.
Being a guy, I have no idea about dress sizes or bra cups. When she wore a swim
suit, it looked like a couple plump, tasty oranges were hiding under her top.

Don't get me wrong, I adore breasts, but I'd seldom paid overmuch attention to
my sister's, except to appreciate that she had a fabulous body to my way of
thinking. Her muscle definition reminded me of a marble statue.

Another reason we weren't overly close; my little sister never needed a big
brother. At an early age, Barb was strong enough to beat the living daylights
out of any guy stupid enough to treat her poorly. Don't get me wrong, I liked
Barb, respected her, loved her, I'd do anything to keep her from harm. She just
never needed rescuing.

Wholesome is the way I'd describe her appearance. During warm weather, she was
usually tan, which brought her freckles out. She had brownish-green eyes. What
you saw often depended upon what she wore, or the lighting. Normally she
sported a single pony tail. When she dressed up a bit, she let her hair down.
Then it framed her face, curling under her jaw line. Long bangs just made the
picture prettier.

Despite what I've described, maybe her best feature was her pearly white smile.
So, did I have the 'hots' for my sister? Nope. Sure, I'd wondered more than once
what she looked like naked. Had I ever had a fantasy about her late at night
while seeking a little five-finger relief? Yeah, a couple times, but it was
mostly soon after seeing her almost Amazonian body in a bikini. Even then it was
more because Barb's had been the sexiest body I'd seen that day, so it fresher
in my mind. And that's how life was... until the little blue dress.

* * *

I remember every detail as clearly as if I had it on video tape. It was a Friday
night. I'd hit the college Student Union after my afternoon classes. Having no
plans for the evening, I'd hung out with some casual friends to kill a little
time. Occasionally I'd stumble into a last minute date that way. I found a few
laughs, but no good leads, so I headed home for dinner.

Walking upstairs, I froze 4 steps from the top. Above me, on the landing, just
about to start down, was Barb. Apparently she had a date, and was ready to
leave. She rarely wore make up, she didn't need it. Tonight Barbara had applied
just that little bit needed to transform her cutesy, Ivory Snow, girl next door
face, into a highly desirable young woman's. A touch of eye shadow with a few
sparkles gave her eyes a pixyish look. Long shiny brown hair framed her face.
Glossy red lipstick, a touch of blush, and a blue dog collar necklace with a
small fake-ruby broach; all of that hit me as I looked up, seeing her for the
first time.

My problem began because the little blue dress she was wearing. I'm guessing it
was new. I'd certainly never seen it before, I would have remembered. From my
vantage point several steps below her, what greeted my eyes was totally
devastating.

Yes, Barb looked great, but that dress. It was just a plain, simple little
cotton dress, but it fit her as if the designer had Barbara in for a custom
fitting. It was sleeveless, had a scooped front, a small pocket on each side at
the top of her hips, and a wide zipper down the front. It was short enough to
show a lot of thigh normally, but from where I stood, her long, sculpted legs
seemed to rise into the clouds like Jack's beanstalk. Her makeup was simple, her
dress was simple, but at that moment Barbara looked to me like the ultimate
vision of femininity.

I couldn't move, couldn't think. I stood there dumbly.

"You coming up or what?"

It still took a couple seconds to register that Barb was waiting for me to get
upstairs so she could go down. My feet felt as if I was wearing lead boots when
I finally began to ascend the few remaining stairs. At last I got to the
landing. I had ogled her unblinkingly. Reaching the landing, instead of moving
aside so she could pass, I took her by the shoulders, turning her so we were
facing. Then I blithely said the stupidest thing ever to come out of my mouth.

"Barbara, you are the sexist looking girl I've ever seen. I want to lose my
virginity with you." For several seconds we stood frozen like to wax statues.
Each face wore a half-formed expression. Barb's reflected the smile she'd begun
when she thought a casual compliment was all she'd hear. My face was locked into
whatever position it had been in when the final syllable escaped my mouth. I
couldn't believe what I'd just said. God knows my sister had to be
thunderstruck.

Like an angry bee in a bottle, my words banged around inside my skull, forcing
me to hear them again and again. I couldn't form a rationale thought. I was
terminally embarrassed. I wanted to run and hide, so I did. Doing an about face,
I headed for my room like a shot, closing the door behind me.

I avoided Barb like the plague the following few days. I mean, God, which was
more embarrassing, admitting I was still cherry, or that she'd looked so sexy
that I wanted to jump her? The few times we passed, be both seemed to find the
floor unimaginably interesting. Few words passed between us, those that did were
inconsequential. Just mumbled, mundane phrases dealing with day-to-day living,
like "Pass the salt, please."

Many days turned into many weeks. Gradually, it seemed to me as if our normal
existence had returned. Barb led her life, I led mine. Not a word about my
declaration was ever mentioned.

* * *

It was a Thursday afternoon. When I got home, I spotted a note Mom had left on
the fridge. She and Dad would bring home dinner. They had a lawyer's
appointment, so they'd be a little late. I grabbed a can of soda, then headed
to my room. Routine daily sounds informed me that Barb in her room as I reached
the landing. The stairs squeaked badly enough that she'd know I was home now.
Saying nothing, I went into my room, then stretched out on my bed with a book I
had to read.

No more than 10 minutes later, Barb walked in very purposely. I looked up about
two strides before she reached my doorway. She wore no make up, her hair was in
it's usual ponytail, but she was barefoot and wearing her little blue dress. She
showed no particular emotion. Her swift approach froze me like a deer caught in
headlights.

With one quick motion, Barb was at the side of my bed, then was straddling my
legs just above my knees. Ever notice the look of utter incredulity on the faces
of people caught on Candid Camera, those looks that say "I'm seeing this, but I
CAN'T be seeing this!!" I had one of those expressions as I watched Barb undo my
belt, lower my zipper, then pull my pants down to my knees.

Her warm right hand gripped my flaccid penis. Immediately she began to earnestly
stroke me. I inflated like a balloon on a helium tank. Mere seconds passed until
I was doing a broom handle imitation. Still showing no emotion, she planted her
hands on the bed above my hips. Shifting her weight onto her arms, Barb pulled
her hips level with mine.

She rose up on her knees, then hiked her little blue dress up to her waist. God
in heaven, she'd worn no panties. Completely numbed by shock, I lay staring at
her light covering of dishwater blond fur and the unimaginably sexy slit it
couldn't entirely hide. I continued to stare wide-eyed as she gripped my shaft,
centered it underneath her pussy, then lowered herself until I could only see
her pubic hair meshing with mine.

Silently she rose and fell. My eyes were glued between us where, for the first
time, I was seeing my penis move in and out of a women. My system was now
experiencing as great a physical shock, as emotional. I felt heat, warmth,
softness, gripping muscles, erotic ridges, textures, and so much more. I'd seen
few bare beavers. Not only was I seeing a beautiful pussy, I was seeing my
sister's for the first time since her infancy.

A virgin's body was not designed to handle many sexual shocks. My hips came very
much to life. I began to thrust upward so hard I caused Barb to make 'ooof'
sounds as I knocked the air out of her. My sperm was flooding into her body
before the thought "I'm coming" could register. I suspect I came for longer than
I'd made love. It might've taken several minutes before I no longer felt like I
was ejaculating.

When I stopped, I stopped cold. I was physically and emotionally drained.

Managing to look up to Barb's face, I saw her looking down, watching me like a
researcher might gaze at a white rat. If she was thinking or feeling anything, I
couldn't read it in her expression. Calm as you please, she leaned over me.
Plucking tissues out of the box in my headboard, Barb slipped them between us.
She rose until I fell out, then she caught our combined fluids as they drained.

She got off me. Her little blue dress fell back into place. Dropping the soggy
tissues into my wastebasket, Barb turned, with a feline fluidity she walked
gracefully out of my room, silently, like she'd just come in to borrow a pen.

I lay there limp as wet rag, my cock still drooling, pants still at my knees.
Though barely conscious, one thought managed to repeat itself a hundred times,
"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!"

* * * * Author's Note:

If you loved this story please vote below, I need 5's to stay on the reader's
favorite's list.

If you hated it, please don't vote. Hey, I worked hard, and this story didn't
cost you anything. ;=()

If you'd care to tell me why liked it or didn't, please e-mail me. I really like
to understand. Thanks!

For anyone curious about the inspiration for this story, it started with my
seeing Shiri Appleby, waiting to be asked to dance, wearing a little blue dress
in the 1999 romantic comedy 'Deal of a Lifetime'. When I am going to get too old
to fall in love yet again?

Wm_Sexspear


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