ALL THE PEOPLE IN THIS STORY ARE EIGHTEEN YEARS OR OLDER.
This story is about incestuous sex between a brother and sister. If that offends you then don't read any further. I want to thank JSipes for editing my story.
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"Pam, are you almost ready," My brother, Sam shouted, "The party starts in 30 minutes."
"I'll be down in five minutes," I answered.
Sam is so cute and can't stand not being on time for parties, but this was a fraternity house party. No one has to worry about who shows up first because most of the guys live in the fraternity house.
My name is Pamela, but my friends call me Pam. My twin brother is Samuel, but everyone calls him Sam, so we are known as Sam and Pam, the Hamilton twins. I can't tell you how often we were the first to show up for every event we attended together when we were young kids. I actually found it a little embarrassing, and the other kids would tease us about it. All in good fun, but still.
I was taking my time getting ready. After all, this was not the first party we had attended together, but it was the first college Halloween party we had participated in since starting college two months ago. I love Halloween. How often do you get to play dress up? No one knows who you are in costume, and you can get away with anything. I lost my virginity at a high school Halloween party because I was free to do as I pleased, and no one knew who I was.
I was trying to remember the last time Sam and I went Halloween trick n' treating together, and it was years ago when we were both in middle school. After we started high school, he insisted on going out with his friends on the football team. It has been five years, and this Halloween frat party will be the first time Sam and I have done something together on Halloween.
I was excited, not only because it was a Halloween party but my first college fraternity party. I studied myself in the mirror. The theme was naughty witches, warlocks, and goblins, which made me laugh. I think the fraternity boys used Halloween as an excuse to see the co-eds slut it up. I had heard these fraternity parties often turn into wild sex orgies. Not that I was complaining. At eighteen, I kept my 5'6" figure in pretty good shape and with my slender 120 lbs. turn heads. My long blond hair also garners a lot of male attention.
My Halloween costume is a long sleeve black dress with black taffeta and a zipper down the back. The dress' hem came down several inches above my knees and barely covered my firm, round ass. I complete my costume by wearing black and orange thigh-high stockings, black 3" heels, and a wide-brim pointed witch's hat. I went a little heavy on the makeup to disguise myself further and because I assumed witches tart themselves up. The dress was low scoop-neck, and you could see the lace of my black C-cup push-up bra and a great deal of cleavage. I opted for black full-coverage panties because I didn't want to appear a complete slut. After all, the dress was pretty damn short. I think showing too much skin removes some of the mystery. There's no doubt guys will see up my skirt when I sit or go up and down stairs. I got a tingling in my pussy thinking about it.
One final twirl, and I headed downstairs to my brother. As I walked down the stairs, I saw Sam's face light up, and my nipples hardened. Before I reached puberty, I didn't know my brother would react that way when I showed a little skin because he's my brother, and brothers don't usually pay much attention to their sisters, do they? If Sam only knew the thoughts I sometimes have about him.
When I learned boys get boners with the slightest stimulation, I would do things to cause him to get hard and then pretend I didn't notice. It always amused me how he tried to hide his erections from me. I know Sam often got angry when other boys checked me out, and I enjoyed seeing him get upset, so I sometimes wear a short dress or a thong bikini for fun. I don't like to admit it, but I sometimes wish I was Sam's girlfriend, not his sister.
However, I think Sam loves the idea of showing me off to his friends. When I masturbate, my fantasies are that Sam would undress me in front of a group of friends or that some of his friends would undress me. There were many versions, leaving me naked with a group of boys who then had their way with me. That fantasy play turns me on, so I often think, why not imagine my brother undressing me in front of his friends? Is it wrong for me to fantasize about fucking my brother?
As I walked down the stairs, I checked Sam out, and as expected, I could see the start of a boner. He was dressed as a warlock in a dated tux with a gold medallion. I had to admit at 6' 190 lbs, he looked sexy and had a fine body. I could tell he was looking up my short dress as I descended the stairs, making me feel horny.
He smiled at me, looked me up and down, and then, laughing, said, "What? No thong?"
I laughed. "What? Do you think I'm not showing enough skin?
"No such thing as not enough," he retorted.
I thought for a moment. What the hell? I'd worn short dresses without panties before. Maybe not this short, but I am usually careful. Perhaps it's wrong, but I tend to dress to please my brother. Is that wrong?
"Are you serious, Sam," I snorted.
He nodded his head. I put my hands under my dress, hooked my hands in my panties, shimmied them down my hips, and stepped out of them. I handed them to my brother.
"Happy?" I asked as I turned to head upstairs to put on a thong.
"Wait, Pam. You look perfect as you are," he smirked.
"Oh?" I laughed. "You'd like me to go commando like this, wouldn't you?"
"Ummm,..... yes?" He said kind of shyly.
My mind clicked, and I felt a little chill as my inner vixen kicked in. "What the hell, let's go," I heard myself saying.
Sam looked at the panties in his hand. He held them to his nose, inhaled my scent, stuffed them in his pocket, and said, "Ok, Sis. If you're game, so am I. Let's go."
We hopped in the car. I could feel the vinyl seat against my naked ass. The dress slid up almost to my pussy. I started to feel a little self-conscious but also a little thrilled. The thought of being exposed to my brother was causing a little heat between my legs. We often flirt but have never crossed the line with each other.
Neither of us spoke as we traveled down streets crowded with young trick-or-treaters. We were almost to the frat house, and Sam surprised me, and he gently placed his hand on my bare thigh between the top of my stockings and the hem of my dress.
"This is probably going to sound weird, Pam, but do you ever think of me? I mean, not as a brother but maybe more?" He looked as though he was almost expecting me to scream at him.
"Strangely, I have been for the last few days. Please don't ask me why, as I don't know." I replied nervously.
"That's okay. I am just trying to sort things out in my head. I mean, you are my sister, and I love you like I should love a sister, but my thoughts haven't been so innocent in the last few weeks, or I should say months!"
"How so?"
"Well, like last night when we went to dinner with mom and dad. I told you that you looked great when you came downstairs. However, a voice in my head said, Yeah, you know you want to give her a good fucking! I honestly don't know what made me think of you like that. I'm sorry."