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.A Party to Remember! | analplay | 8

 

“So I’m your brother. So what? I’m still a guy, and you’re still a very sexy girl.”

She blushes. “Do you really mean that? Do you really think I’m sexy?”

You put your hand on the side of her face, and look into her eyes. “Of course I do. You’re just about the sexiest girl I know.”

“Awwww, you’re just saying that. How do I know you really mean it?” she asks, staring at her feet.

You take her hand in yours, and place it on your crotch. “That’s how.”

You don’t move you hand from hers, and she doesn’t pull it away. She just stands there, frozen in place, with her eyes locked on the bulge in your pants. Finally she speaks. “I can’t believe it’s so hard. That’s just because of me?”

“But I don’t have big titties. This girl in gym class at school said that only women with big titties get the guys hard. She said no one likes little boobies like mine.”

“That girl doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” you reassure her. “I love your breasts just the way they are.”

“How would you know,” she asks, “you’ve never even seen them.”

“Then show me them.”

“I can’t do that,” she says. “I mean, dancing for you is one thing, but I’m not going to take off my shirt for you. That’s just too weird.”

“Listen, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you tell her. “But I’ve seen plenty of breasts before. It won’t be anything weird. I’ll just compare your to all the other girls I’ve seen.”

“Kind of like when I go to the doctor?” she asks.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just like at the doctor’s. It’s not weird when you go to the doctor’s office. I’ll examine your breasts and tell you what I think.”

“I guess that would be ok, if you put it like that. But I don’t want you to watch me undress. Can you turn around?”

Damn, you think, you can’t believe this is working. You can turn around. Hell, you’d do a handstand if she asked. You turn and face the wall.

“No peeking,” she tells you.

After a few seconds, you hear her shirt hit the floor, followed soon after by her bra.

“You promise this won’t be weird?” she asks.

“I promise.”

“You also have to promise not to laugh at my titties.”

“I would never laugh at you. I promise.”

She takes a deep breath. “Okay then, you can turn around.”

You turn around, and instantly your breath catches in your throat. She’s standing in front of you, hands at her side, with her milky white breasts out in the open. By your best estimate, she’s about a B cup. All you can do is stare at her chest, speechless.

After a few seconds, she crosses her hands across her chest and turns away. “You hate them,” she cries. “I knew you would. You think they’re too small!”

“What? No - no way!” you exclaim. You walk over to her, take her by the shoulders and gently turn her back towards you. You take her hands, pull them away from her chest and place them at her side. “I think you have beautiful breasts. They’re perfect.”

She breaks into a glowing smile. You raise your hand and place it on one of her breasts. “Hey, you can’t touch them!” she yelps.

“Remember, just like the doctor,” you explain. “I have to touch them to examine them.” She stays silent as you run your fingers all over her breasts. You squeeze and caress her tits, and then move your fingers to her nipples.

“They get real shriveled and pointy when I rub them,” she says proudly.

“Oh yeah? Let’s give that a try.” You begin rubbing her nipples. You roll them between your fingers, run your palm across their tips, pinch and pull on them. You lightly flick your finger across her nipples.

“Ooooooh,” she moans. “That feels good.”

“Looks good too. See, your nipples are all hard now,” you say.

“Keep doing that- I like the way that feels,” she sighs.

You continue playing with her breasts, as she closes her eyes in pleasure. After another minute or two of this, you lean in, bend down, and take a nipple into your mouth. She moans, enjoying the sensation for a few seconds. Then she opens her eyes. “Aaaaah. Eeeeeeew. What are you doing?” she screams, jumping back.

You take a stern tone with her. “Get back over here right now. You asked me to evaluate your breasts- well, I’m just doing my job. And frankly, I’m getting tired of your interruptions. In order to compare, I need to know how they look. I need to know how they feel. And I need to know how they taste. Now if you’re too immature to handle this, I’ll stop right now. But if you want me to do my job, get back here and stop interrupting.”

She is hesitant, but finally she steps forward, saying, “I’m Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you say, returning your mouth to her breasts. She stands still, closes her eyes, and enjoys the feeling of your lips and tongue on her breasts. Every now and then she lets out a low moan. When you take little bites at her nipples, she gasps and yelps. Finally, you let up. She lets out a sigh, and it seems to you like she’s disappointed that you stopped.

“Well, what do you think?” she asks, standing in front of you.

“Your breasts are beautiful,” you say, lowering your zipper. “They’re nice and firm, and your skin is nice and soft.” You reach into your pants. “Your nipples feel great in my hands, and taste even better than they feel,” you say, pulling out your cock.

She stares at your cock, hanging out of your pants. “What are you doing?” she asks, shocked.

“I told you that you turned me on, because you are very sexy. Well, I’ve been staring at you and feeling your tits and sucking on your nipples. There’s only so much a guy can take without exploding. I need to get some relief. I’m gonna jerk myself off now. It’s okay if it bothers you. You can turn around if you don’t want to watch.”

 

What does she do?


          Turns Around

          She Wants to Watch

 
 

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