Recently, I went to visit my sister Linda and her husband Dave, and she brought up the subject about how we used to tease guys when we were teenagers.
“Don’t you ever feel guilty about what we used to do, Bonnie?” Linda said. “I mean those poor guys—it’s a wonder we didn’t get raped.”
“Heck no. I still do it every chance I get. Don’t you ever tease Dave?” I said. “I bet you’d both love it. It’s a kind of foreplay. First you tease, then you please.”
Then our conversation took a strange turn. Linda told me that Dave had been a little inattentive lately, so she thought it might put him in the mood if I teased him. “What about me?” I said, laughing. “I do all the work and you get all the fun. You know teasing gets me all hot and bothered. Remember how we used to have to go up to our room and play with ourselves after teasing some poor guy to death.”
Her face reddened. I knew she was thinking about those times—about watching me play with my pussy while I watched her. “I could always loan you my vibrator,” she said.
I laughed. “Okay, I’ll do it, but you have to promise you won’t get mad at me.”
After our conversation, I borrowed a pair of scissors and went upstairs to get ready. First, I took a tight pair of jeans and made them into cut-offs. I made sure they would be short enough so that the cheeks of my ass would be sticking out in the back and in the front there would only be the narrowest of strips covering my pussy. Thong jeans, I guess you could call them. Next, I took a pink T-shirt and cut it so short that the undersides of my breasts would almost be visible. No panties, no bra, of course. Looking at myself in the mirror I knew I looked hot and slutty, that Dave was sure to like my outfit, but I was worried that Sis might think I was going too far. After all, it was her husband that I was going to be teasing.
When I came into the living room, Dave looked up from the baseball game he was watching and gave me a wolf whistle. The way he was staring at me sent a little thrill through me, and I could feel my nipples getting stiff. I walked over to him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek, making sure my boobs rubbed against his arm. “You’re so sweet,” I said to him. I turned to Linda and said, “It’s not too much is it?”
“If you’ve got it, flaunt it,” she said. “But come here a minute, Bonnie, before Dave finds out that you’re not a real blonde.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s these little dark pubic hairs,” Linda grinned. “They’re sticking out. Do you want me to put them back in for you?” she asked, her fingers stopping just short of my crotch.
“Yes, thanks,” I whispered. God, she was going all out.
Very slowly she brushed the hairs neatly back up under my crotch. Then Linda surprised me. Her fingers seemed to linger for a second on the lips of my pussy before she withdrew them. Behind me I heard Dave groan, and my pussy really started tingling. Linda winked at me. “I think Dave liked watching that, don’t you?” she said.
I couldn’t answer because I was stunned and confused. Stunned, because my sister had touched my pussy. Confused, because for some odd reason I wished she’d do it again.
Later, while Linda was preparing dinner, Dave and I went outside on their fenced-in patio where we were going to eat because it was so nice out. I stretched out on a chaise lounge across from the picnic table where Dave was sitting and watching the game on a small portable TV. I spread my legs and arranged myself in such a way that my T-shirt was scrunched up and barely covering my stiff nipples, and the narrow strip of cloth at my crotch was splitting the lips of my pussy. Dave kept looking up from the game to stare at me. His eyes were all over me. I was so hot I really wanted him to fuck me, even if he was Linda’s husband. I mean he is a good-looking guy. I hoped Sis hadn’t been kidding about letting me use her vibrator.
I got up and walked over to him. Pretending to be interested in the game, I stood next to him and pressed up against him. He put his arm around my hips and cupped one of my cheeks where it was sticking out of my cut-offs and gently stroked it. As his other hand went up under my T-shirt so he could play with my nipples, he groaned and then nuzzled his face against my tummy. Before I could stop him, he unsnapped my jeans and wormed his hand inside. “God, I wanna fuck you, baby,” he said, cupping my pussy in his big hand.