To this day I still can't believe my boyfriend talked me into it. I never thought things would turn out the way they did. I guess I just want to blame someone else, when in fact, I just let things get carried away. The thing is, even though I know it's wrong, I'm not sorry it happened. I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself, I should start at the beginning.
My younger brother Tom was turning 18 years old and I was trying to think of an appropriate gift. Between the apartment and the car, there was very little money left over for non-essentials. I asked my boyfriend if he had any ideas. He thought for a few minutes then got this real big grin on his face. "I've got the perfect idea," he said. "It's a gift I know he'd love to get and would never expect to receive."
He told me his idea. To say I was shocked put it mildly. "You want me to strip in front of my brother! How can you even suggest such a thing?"
He just laughed, "Geez, when did you turn into such a prude. I didn't suggest that you to have sex with him just tease him a little. You've told me how he was always trying to catch you undressed. You know it's something that he wants. You probably wouldn't even have to strip completely if you didn't want. I'll bet anything that it would be the gift that he would remember for the rest of his life, especially if you stripped completely."
I took a few minutes to calm down and think about it. It wouldn't cost a thing and he would certainly enjoy it. I wasn't a prude, but I wasn't sure I could strip in front of my brother. As I warmed to the idea, I started to rationalize that it wouldn't be incest because we wouldn't be having sex. In fact, it wouldn't be much different from the time I caught him peaking into the bathroom as I was stepping out of the shower. I smiled at Mark and said, "The gift of a lifetime, good idea."
I called Tom and told him to stop by next Saturday at 8:00 for his birthday gift. I spent the week practicing in front of Mark. He gave me tips and pointers as I practiced my routine. Each evening ended with some of the best sex that we have ever had. That should have concerned me, but to be honest, I was so having so much fun that it never crossed me mind.
Finally Saturday night arrived. We placed a chair in the middle of the room and made room in the closet for Mark to hide and watch. "I'm not so sure that it's a good idea for you to be here," I told him.
"It was my idea. Besides I love watching your routine," he replied. "I also want to be here so I can fuck your brains out as soon as Tom leaves."
We heard a knock on the door and Mark hid while I let Tom in. "Happy birthday little brother," I said as I opened the door. He took off his shoes as he entered my apartment. I giggled thinking, that I was the one that was supposed to be stripping not him. He looked at me puzzled, by my giggling. We went to the kitchen chatting.
He saw the empty beer cans on the counter and said, "Are you drunk?"
"Just a bit tipsy," I replied. I was nervous and couldn't stop my endless chatter. I gave him a beer and asked, "Are you ready for your present?"
I'm sure he had no idea what was about to happen. I looked like I was conservatively dressed. In fact I had on several layers of clothing. All he could see is that I had on a button down blouse and a skirt that buttoned up the side.
"Sure," he said. "But you really didn't have to get me anything. I know things are tight." I took his hand and pulled him into the living room and had him sit in the 'birthday chair'.
I turned my back to him and walked across the room to the stereo. I hesitated wondering if I could actually do this. My hands were shaking, was it excitement or fear, to this day I'm still not sure. I took a deep breath and turned on the music.
I paused getting up my nerve, then started to dance and turned around. I glanced at his face and saw a look of confusion. Embarrassed I looked down at the floor and felt my face turn red. I didn't stop, that would have been even more awkward.
The dance was a sultry slow dance. I slowly moved my hips in a suggestive manner. Looking at the floor I was able to pretend that Tom wasn't there and that I was just practicing. The alcohol I had consumed prior to his arrival also helped me to relax.
I took a deep breath as my fingers moved to the top buttons on my blouse. I undid the top two buttons as I slowly swayed to the music. I looked up at Tom again, just to see his reaction. I was stunned by the look in his eyes; it was a look of pure desire. He was taking in every suggestive movement. That was all the encouragement I needed. I unbuttoned the bottom two buttons on my blouse next.
His eyes were glued to my breasts in hopes that the remaining buttons would be next. I smiled and slowly undid the bottom two buttons on my skirt. Soon I had only one button left on my top and one button left on my skirt. He was getting to see a lot of skin but I really hadn't exposed anything yet. I could still stop I told myself, but after looking at the desire in his eyes I knew that stopping really wasn't an option. He was in my power, mesmerized by my every movement.
I undid the final button on my top, but held the blouse closed with my hands. In one smooth, well-practiced motion, I let the blouse fall to the floor. I smiled when I saw the look of disappointment in his face when he saw that I was wearing a bikini top. I continued to dance and slowly undid the button holding my skirt on. As the skirt fell to my feet I kicked it up at Tom. Tom admired my green bikini as I danced.
I stopped dancing as the song ended, and downed the last of my beer. "Don't stop," he pleaded. "It was just getting good."
"Can I get you anything, perhaps another beer?" I hadn't planned on stopping at this point, but I needed something to drink. I was more turned on than I had ever been, I don't know why. All I knew was that I needed a drink.
"Sure," he replied. I walked into the kitchen and got us both a beer. Mine was half gone by the time I handed Tom his. The pause between songs on the CD had long since passed. "The music's started again," he hinted.
I smiled, and started to dance again. It was probably due to the alcohol, but my dancing became even more suggestive and erotic. I danced up to him and shimmied my tits just inches from his face. I moved back a few steps and continued with my routine. I slowly slid one strap off my shoulder. A few moments later I slipped off the other shoulder strap.
Tom was enthralled. I saw him fidgeting and looked down at his lap and noticed a big bulge. He saw me look and his face turned red. The bikini top was still held in place by the clasp around my back. I moved my hands down and made it look like I was going to pull down my bikini bottoms.
I watched Tom as he continued to fidget even more. When I looked at his bulge I suddenly knew why. His cock was trying to rise to the occasion, but it was trapped by his shorts and was growing down his leg. He was obviously uncomfortable. I'm not sure what came over me, but I danced up to him and said, "Stand up."
