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Date: Mon, 02 Jan 2006 05:02:03 +0000
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A Little Blue Dress by Wm_Sexspear This story is protected by (c) copyright and
may not be duplicated, reprinted, copied or placed on any Internet Website
without permission of the author. All 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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