EroticReverie

Paige and I always got along, weirdly enough. When our parents got together I was 9 and she was 8. Maybe it was the fact we were step siblings that made us get along so well.  As we went through our teen years, I was popular in school, Paige was mousy, kind of quiet, she kept to her small group of friends. She was always pretty plain, a jeans and t shirt or hoodie kind of girl. A lot of the time she wore frumpy clothing.  Paige didn’t seem to “grow up” as fast as other girls at school. By grow up, I mean she wasn’t a highschooler, that dressed like a 22 year old.  She didn’t lose her virginity at house parties, or at her boyfriends house when his parents weren’t home, like most girls did. She didn’t even have a boyfriend until the summer after Junior year, just when I was finishing up my senior year. 

When I went away to college as she started her senior year,  we face timed, or skyped occasionally. I teased her when I’d noticed she’d begun to wear makeup, and invest time in things like doing her hair, and doing her nails. She’d even dyed her hair a few times. She and her boyfriend had made it through the summer, and we’re dating into the school year. I was surprised when she told me she had lost her virginity to him right before school started. Other than that, she never spoke much more on it, and I didn’t ask. I didn’t need to know the details.  She’d been going to parties now, and hanging out with the “popular” people this year, I noticed a change in her personality. More outgoing, not the mousy little step sister she once was. We spoke a few times a week until I went home for Christmas break. 

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“I’m parked out front of the last terminal.” I read her text as I got off my flight. I was excited to be home, I couldn’t wait to see her and my parents, hang out with friends. I walked through the doors of the last terminal and looked around, skipping over her at first. 

“holy shit” I whispered to myself as my head cocked back in surprise. 

I’d never looked at her, not once and thought to myself how hot she was. But as she stood by the car wearing a pair of  jeans, with black  knee high leather boots over them, with a short black winter coat, and her hair pulled to the front at both sides with a really cute pull down beanie hat, with a little ball on top, bundled up in her scarf with her pink nose peeking over the top of it, waving her gloved hands at me. She looked cute as hell. 

She squealed as I walked closer, and then she stepped carefully on the icey sidewalk and then jumped up with her arms around me.

“Welcome hoooome!” she giggled as we both slipped slightly, but caught our balance. I dropped my duffel bag and wrapped my arms around her hugging her.  She started to wear perfume too. I could smell vanilla on her mixed with whatever shampoo scent was lingering in her hair. I squeezed her tight, looking around laughing as she squeezed me still , hanging around my neck, bouncing on her feet excitedly. I looked around, and pretended for a second other guys walking past were jealous of the pretty girl that had picked me up at the air port. 

She finally let go and I looked at her. 

“holy christ, youve changed so much” I said. 

She laughed and pinched her thumb and pointer finger together. “Just a lil bit” she said bending over to grab the duffel bag I’d dropped. I couldn’t help but move slightly to peek at her jeans from the back as she bent over. When did she grow an ass? I thought to myself, then stopped her, and took the duffel bag.

“I got it.” I said with a laugh and opened up the back door to her car and threw it in. 

“Mom and dad said to tell you they’re sorry” She said. 

I shrugged. “No big deal, not their fault.” 

My parents weren’t going to be back from visiting my mom’s sister until after Christmas. So I’d only get to see them for a few days before I had to leave.

On the drive home I couldn’t help but stare at her. She’d really became gorgeous. Not that she ever was unfortunate looking, but she was put together so well now. As she talked, I listened to her tell me how she broke up with her boyfriend last week, and was already seeing someone else. 

“You move fast.” I said. 

She laughed and shrugged. “I just got bored with him.” 

I laughed and shook my head. “Cruel.” 

She laughed. “Oh please, I’m on my SECOND boyfriend..but not even really..were just…hanging out” she giggled, which made me believe they were hooking up, without labels.

“Uh huh. Sure” I said. 

As we pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, I made sure to follow behind her, shaking my head in disbelief watching her ass as we walked in through the garage, and she turned her head as she put the key in the door. 

“OH yeah..mom decorated” she laughed as she opened the door into the small foyer, and I could see into the kitchen, my mother had decorated with balloons and banners. “Welcome Home” in silver letters hanging from the wall. 

I laughed. “She’s so cheesy.”

“you’re her baaaaabyyyy” Paige teased as she walked in tossing her purse and keys onto the kitchen counter. 

I laughed. “Yeah,,,she always goes all out..for..everything” I looked at the helium ballons all over the kitchen. 

As I took off my own jacket, I watched Paige from behind as she started to shake hers down off her arms. I looked away for a moment to place mine on the coat rack near the door. As I turned, my head rocked back in shock again, as Paige handed me her coat. I couldn’t help but stare. And she noticed as I checked out the rack on her, through her long sleeved fitted white t shirt, tight enough to let me and anyone else know, the bra she was wearing beneath was white as well. The shirt so tight, it was basically see through. Did the tits come the same time as she got the ass, how was it even possible, she grew a pair, she was pretty much flat when I’d left for college.

She laughed a little but didn’t say anything as she reached to the side of me and hung her coat as well. 

She gave a small smirk as she backed up again and bent over , starting to unzip her boots. So of course, I stared, dumbfounded. I felt bad looking at her like a piece of meat, looking at her cleavage as she bent over removing her boots. 

She stood up straight after pulling each boot off and was now a few inches shorter, as she stood next to me. 

She giggled, and wrapped her arms around my neck again as she hugged me.

“I’m so happy youre hoooome” she said. I could feel her breasts pushing against me, I wrapped my arms around her to hug her again with a slight laugh. 

“Me too” I said. Letting my hands casually slide down her back along the sides, feeling the curve of her waist and hips, before letting my hands fall back at my sides as she stepped back. 

“I cant believe how different you look” I said, shaking my head as we walked into the house. 

She turned, and jokingly pointed at her breasts. “You mean these things?” she laughed. 

I laughed too and shrugged. “Well…those are new…but I meant..just all together.”

She laughed and nodded as she opened the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of water for herself, opening it and taking a sip. “Different, good or bad?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Not bad” 

“good then?” she smiled sitting her water down, and then kidding, struck a pose with her hand on her hip and flipped her hair over shoulder.

“Haha…yea…good.” I said. 

She laughed but accepted the fished compliment. “Thank bro” she said and then lifted her hands up to hair, pulling it up into a pony tail, I watched her tits lift, the bottom of her t shirt lift as well, a belly ring, and the top of a heart tattoo peeking out of the top of her jeans. 

“A belly button ring, AND a tattoo? “ I asked. 

She laughed as she smoothed out her hair and wrapped her hair tie around her ponytail and pulled at it to tighten it. 

“Mom and dad know.” she said. 

“I wouldnt have told them if they didnt..but…I just never pictured YOU getting either of those things.” I said. 

She shrugged. 

“Me and Ashley went and got the tattoos a few weeks ago” She said, pulling down the front of her jeans just a little, and her dark purple panties that were covering up the bottom of the tattoo. 

It was a plain, thin lined, black heart. I shook my head, but also wished it’d have been placed even lower than it was. I felt bad imagining her removing her pants and panties entirely. I cleared my throat as she pulled her jeans and panties a little lower to offer and even clearer view of it. 

“Isn’t it cute?” she asked looking up at me , still holding the fabric of her jeans and panties down. 

“Sure” I said. “Maybe i’ll get the same thing.” I said joking, and she laughed and pulled her panties and jeans back up.

“I’m sure the girls at college would love that on you” she said. 

I reached over and lifted the bottom of her shirt, shaking my head as I looked at her belly button, It was pierced on the top, and the bottom, and the way the bottom piercing, had two small chains, with silver stars dangling against her lower stomach, it was cute. Sexy. 

“When did you get those done?”  I asked. 

“Me and Kara went on my birthday” she said. 

“theyre cute right?” she said looking down, grabbing a hold of her shirt and showing them off. “i think theyre super cute” 

They were cute. And I pictured those small chains dangling whenever her new “boyfriend” fucked her. Pictured them swaying along with her tits. Her hair bouncing in that ponytail. I had to force myself to look away.

“Yeah, theyre alright” i said. 

She huffed. “Alright?”

I shrugged. “Lots of girls have belly rings.”

“i got my nipples done too!” she exclaimed. 

My eyes bulged. “What?” 

“Yeah!” She said. “they hurt like a bitch, but I got them done at the same time as the belly rings” 

“Jesus, what else did you get pierced?” I asked, wondering if she was going to offer to show her nipple piercings, please, please, show them to me I thought as she laughed and shook her head.

“Nothing else, promise” she laughed again and I groaned internally realizing she wasn’t about to offer a peek at her pierced nipples, or those tits that were stretching out the chest of her shirt. 

She grabbed her bottle of water, and took another sip then grabbed her phone out of her purse and leaned over the counter as she started to tell me about the piercings and tattoos. I stood behind her, watching her bent over the counter, her elbows leaning on the counter as she scrolled through her phone.  I imagined grabbing her hips and pushing my crotch up against her cute ass. It wasn’t fair that this was my step sister in front of me, she wasn’t supposed to look like this.

“Did you get ass implants too?” I teased, immediately regretting the joke, wondering if it’d be too pervy for her. 

She laughed and stood up straight and scoffed. “Are you looking at my ass?” she said with smile, that let me know she wasnt offended. 

“Just saying, I dont remember it being there.” I teased. 

She gasped with a laugh and swung at me and slapped me on the arm.  

“Jerk!” she said with a laugh and then shrugged and turned back around and bent back over the counter scrolling through the phone. 

“I’ve been doing squats” she laughed. 

I kept staring, wondering if she wanted me to look, if that’s why she’d leaned back over the counter. I didn’t take my eyes off it as she kept talking about going to the gym with her friends, and it was where she had met the new guy she was seeing, blah blah blah, I couldnt concentrate, I wanted to pull her jeans down and see that ass in just her panties, shit, without her panties. 

She had asked me something , but I didn’t know it till she looked over her shoulder for a response, but caught me daydreaming , staring at her ass. 

“Oh my god!” She laughed and stood up and then spun around and pushed me against my chest. “Stop staring at it!” she laughed, pushing me out of my daze. 

I laughed nervously, that I’d been caught, but again, she didn’t seem to care much. 

“I’m just…mind boggled I guess” I said with a laugh. 

“What, the girls at college dont have asses? “ she laughed, teasing me. 

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, they have asses….just wasn’t expecting YOU to have one.” 

She rolled her eyes back, mocking me. “Wellll I do! So, get used to it!” she laughed and set her phone on the counter, and then lifted herself up onto the kitchen counter sitting on the edge. 

I was going to get used to it. For sure. I felt bad, but she’d already been registered into my spank bank for later. I’d pretty quickly convinced myself, it wasn’t that bad, since she was only my step sister. 

She was talking again about her piercings. You could tell she was still excited to have them. 

She grasped her breasts lightly. “And they hurt so fucking bad, I couldnt even wear a bra for awhile” she said. 

I was immediately upset I’d missed the freshly pierced nipples, pressing up against one of those tight shirts, without a bra. Wondered if I’d catch her without a bra over the next week or so, and I creepily started to wonder if she slept naked, if I’d be able to sneak into her room, and look at them as she slept. 

“I mean, they’re fine now, they’re all healed, and the barbells I have are super cute” she said, describing to me that they were half moon barbells and the curve of the half moon was smaller pink gems, with a clear heart shaped gem in the middle. As she described them her fingertips were tracing over her breasts, likely where the pierced nipples were lying beneath her shirt and bra. It was torture. It’d be a lot easier to show me, I thought. Fucking show me. I begged internally, I wanted to see her tits so bad. I bet they were perfect, and I bet they did look cute as fuck with those nipple rings. I let the image of her sitting on the counter, topless, my hands smacking her tits flash through my mind. I was ready to go to my room and pray there was still a bottle of lotion sitting on my night stand, so I could jerk off to her new body. 

She was still talking about the piercings. 

“You might as well just show them to me if youre going to keep talking about them all night “ I said, with a laugh, and she paused as I cut her off and then laughed. 

“I mean…you can see them if you want..” she said. “I showed mom.” she said. 

“You did?” I asked. 

she nodded and shrugged. “Yeah…she thought they looked cute…she said she was going to get hers done” Paige laughed.

I made a face. “Ew..gross” that was one vision I did not want, my birth mothers tits, pierced. Gross. 

Paige rolled her eyes. “It’s not gross…I mean, shes obviously not going to do it,..she was kidding “ 

“I’d hope so.” I said. 

Paige laughed as she continued talking about when she showed my mom, and as she did, she ever so casually lifted her t shirt above her tits, leaving it resting on her upper chest. My eyes grew, Her tits were heaving out of a bra that was at least a size too small for her, her cleavage pouring out of the middle. They looked so hot pressed tightly together in that bra. I moved towards the counter, standing to the side of her, pushing myself against it, to hide the boner that I could feel growing, and that she was about to make even harder. She continued to talk, as she unclasped the front of her bra. I could feel my dick getting harder. Salivating , waiting to lay eyes on them. 

Christ they were perfect. As she pulled the bra away, they fell apart, but still nice and firm, hanging on her chest, the sparkles of the gems on her nipple rings catching the light. I wanted them in my mouth. 

““See, so cute , right?” she asked as she grabbed her tits from beneath and lifted them , holding them in her hands as she looked at me, turning slightly to face more towards me as I stood at her side , hiding my growing dick against the counter. 

“Yeah, they’re cute” I said and cleared my throat. I wanted my hands where hers were as she continued to hold them and then lowered her hands letting them hang back on her chest as she started to play with the nipple rings. 

“They dont hurt anymore, I just obviously have to make sure I’m careful I dont catch them on things” she said and I couldn’t believe how long she was sitting there, with her tits out, as if it were nothing. Maybe she just liked showing off her piercings. Maybe she knew exactly what she was doing. 

“Jim likes them A LOT” she giggled. 

Jim was the new guy she was seeing I guess. 

“I bet he does.” I said. 

She giggled, and watched me look at them. 

“Do you think they’re trashy at all?” she asked , but as she did she sat up straight and moved her shoulders back and forth one at a time, shaking her tits just a little with a giggle. Fucking christ, she had to be doing it on purpose. 

“No.” I said. “I like them. They’re nice.” i said looking up at her, finally, able to tear my eyes from them, 

She smiled. “Thanks.” she said, and without warning that my peep show was over, pulled her bra shut re clasping it and pulled her shirt down.  I was miserable that the show was over, but thankful for the image she’d given me for later when I was alone in my room or the shower. 

“You’ll love Jim!” She said hopping off the counter. “He’s coming over when he gets out of work,…you wont tell mom and dad if I have him stay over will you?” she asked. 

I shook my head. “Nah” 

She smiled. “Okay, cool, thanks. “

“Oh! And i ordered your favorite Pizza from Angelo’s , I already paid for it. But I’m going to run up and put pajamas on! So if they come, just make sure you answer the door. “ she smiled and walked through the kitchen.

I wanted to badly to follow her. Fuck the pizza. I wanted to see all of her now, to follow her up stairs, get her topless again, peel those tight jeans off and pull her panties down, ,and make her spread her legs for me. My thoughts were getting dirtier and dirtier by the second, but was it my fault now? I mean she just showed me her tits. Maybe she wanted me to think about her like that, maybe she even wanted me to follow her to her bedroom. I shook my head, if she wanted me to do anything with her, we could’ve done it right there in the kitchen, why would we have to go to her room? I groaned and stepped away from the counter and walked into the bathroom downstairs , undoing my pants, pulling them down, and immediately started to stroke my dick, closing my eyes, imagining that quick shake of her tits as she had moved her shoulders back and forth, imagining the way they bounced out of her bra as she pulled it open, imagining that ass as she had bent over in front of me in those tight jeans. Thinking about her pulling down the front of her jeans and panties to show off her tattoo, I groaned quietly, pumping my fist up and down my cock. Imagined her smiling for me on her knees, with her pierced tits out, begging me to cum on them. I cam hard, and I came quick as I imagined her begging for my load on her chest. 

It was going to be a long week.