Author note: This is a "slow burn" which is why it is divided into multiple chapters. We are all about the "build up" in erotica, which makes the intimate parts even better because, as readers, we feel like we know the characters and understand their fantasies and desires. The background/build up for this type of story is even more important, in my humble opinion.
That being said, each chapter describes some pretty intense stuff that, if I've done my job, will keep you wanting more while you root for our two main characters, Lizzie and Travis. Of course, it all ultimately leads to Travis and Lizzie finally getting to spend the night together alone during a multi-family ski vacation. That chapter is still in the works, so if you have any suggestions on what you would like to "see" happen, I'm all ears!
Enjoy!
--Dani
All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
Part 1: Desire Awakens
This story is about how I got together with my almost 19 year-old sister, Lizzie. I can't believe it actually went down the way it did, but sometimes life gets totally crazy and wild things do happen, so here it goes...
At almost 19, Lizzie was two years younger than me. I was nearly 21 and went to a local college and she was a senior at the same high school I went to. It was early October and Lizzie had an appointment with a photographer to have her senior pictures taken. These photos were going to be on her graduation announcement, social media, and pretty much anything else she and my folks wanted. It was a big deal. It cost about $1000 for an hour with the photographer who apparently was the best in the state. Lizzie would do multiple outfit changes in several locations right outside the studio like a meadow, by a stream, in the middle of a country road, you get the idea.
The whole thing seemed like torture to me, which is why I didn't do it when I was a senior and probably why my parents were so focused on having her do it. But to be fair, she was into it too.
The day she was initially scheduled in September was a downpour, which obviously was not good for outdoor, natural light photographs, so the photographer rescheduled for a day in early October. It was the only day that was available, so Lizzie had to take it. (That's how much in demand this particular photographer was.) The problem was that both my parents were away on business, so I was assigned the task of going with Lizzie to the photo shoot and assisting. I really didn't know why I needed to be there, but in the end, I was glad I went. I was not only a huge help as she quickly changed from one outfit to another, but it was during that photo shoot that I first appreciated the gorgeous young woman that Lizzie was.
We were running late to the studio, so Lizzie had me grab all of her dresses and outfits from the car as she ran in ahead of me, worried that she would be marked as a "no show" and miss the shoot altogether. She was wearing sweats and a t-shirt. She wore her shoulder-length light brown hair down. Her hair lightly grazed her shoulders as she ran inside. I followed with my arms full of her clothing.
It was a beautiful early fall day. Lizzie bounded out of the dressing room wearing a strapless, long elegant red gown. She posed in the meadow with the sun at her back, as if the only reason the sun existed was to grace Lizzie with the perfect lighting for this particular photo in the meadow.
The photographer loved what she was getting so far and asked her to put on her next dress. I waited outside the dressing room in case she needed anything. I heard her struggling a bit from behind the door, so I gently knocked to see if there was anything I could do.
"This stupid zipper is stuck," she said. "Can you help?"
"Sure!" I was finally starting to feel useful. "Can I come inside?"
"Well, it would be hard for you to "un-stick" the zipper from outside, jerk face!" Lizzie could be a bit acerbic at times. But she was under stress, so I let it go.
I walked into the dressing room as Lizzie was still trying to get the zipper to budge, her hands fiddling behind her back.
"Let me help," I said, navigating around the outfits hanging all around the changing room to get behind her. I identified the problem with the zipper that ran from the top of the bodice of the dress to her lower back. With gentle pressure, the zipper freed up. I was able to gently pull it down. The material separated as the zipper traveled, revealing the golden brown skin of Lizzie's back. The zipper ended its path at the small of her back. The dress started to fall from her body to the floor, revealing more of her gorgeous light brown skin.
