Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Yeah,” I finally answered a little shyly, “I guess… I mean, I am a guy.”

“You are such an asshole! I still love you, though.”

This is the first chapter of my girlfriend’s sexy little sister (if you want)

A few weeks ago, I and Carol sort of had a phone sex situation with June (that’s in part 1). A night I will never forget, ever since then my dreams of fucking her have grown.

Ever since then, she’s been teasing and insinuating things. She keep walking around in her tight yoga pants, knowing I watch her by the pool, Sometimes, I can see her tiny pair of tight fit panties or thong through the material, and at other times, there was no sign of panties at all.

She’s almost always wearing provocative clothing that shows off her perfect, firm tits, fantastic legs, and her very hot ass. She often “accidentally” flash me an up-skirt or down-blouse view of her treasures.

At night she usually wears a big sweater and panties as she brushes her teeth, getting ready for bed.

The material of the panties is always thin, lacy or see trough, and I can often see the outline of her big pussy lips through the small material.

Loads of times she wants my opinion on which top or bra to wear.

One evening, her white shirt with a deep V-neck already showed a decent amount of cleavage and I could easily see the middle of her see-through bra poking out. Her tight red mini skirt with button flied partway down the front barely covered the bottom of her butt standing up, tight white lace thong and long slender pale legs.

She shifted her weight from one side to the other, tilted her head, smile, and then try another angle, then I saw the phone, she was taking selfies.

I could see her nipples pushing out through the fabric, and the round upper curves of her breasts exposed through the deep v-neck. The hem of her little mini skirt swayed and undulate teasingly as it flared up and away from the smooth, creamy curves of her bare upper thighs.

After about 5 minutes of posing in different positions, June was done. She turned to me, smiled, and asked if I enjoyed the show.

“Hey, can I show you something?”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sure,” I said and tried to conceal my hard-on.

June came up to me with her iPad, sat down next to me, handed me the iPad, and pressed play.

The video was at a wet t-shirt event and all the ladies were all pretty impressive as each of them strutted onstage in a tiny white t-shirt provided by the bar. They were each doused with pitchers of ice-cold water and danced to the music. All of a sudden, Junes strutted out on stage, wearing her skirt and a t-shirt that she had trimmed down to expose her midriff and part of her breasts.

June danced around, her sweet tit’s bounced up and down, and she received a very good reaction from the crowd. She really knew how to move and started to get into it, shaking her breasts for everyone. She beamed as the guys cheered even louder.

She swirled around, wiggling her hips and shaking her bust. While it was clear she was an amateur she seemed to be enjoying herself.

She approached with the plastic pool in the middle of the bar, stepped into it, danced some more and then someone poured a couple of buckets of cold water all over her. She got instantly soaking wet, the crowd went wild, from her stockings, the sexy garter belt, her shear panties panties her top and hair by the cool water.

She squealed as the cool water soaked her. The panels covering her midriff did absolutely nothing to hide her amazing breasts. One final bucked was slowly poured over her cleavage and her already soaked top, her aroused nipples made themselves very visible through the thin t-shirt, she was obviously not wearing a bra, who does that to a wet t-shirt competition anyway?

She smiled and shimmied, even rubbed her hands over her breasts then leaned forward to showcase her breasts bulging from the soaked t-shirt for the audience of one to enjoy.

Then all of a sudden, the video ended.

“Wow, that was, that was hot,” was all I could say and not give away what I really wanted to do.

“Did you like it, Steve?”

“Yes, I did, when was this?”

“Wait, we’re not done yet.”

She once again presses play and there she comes on stage again.

She was wearing a thin white silk blouse meant to be worn with a camisole and a black pencil skirt that Carol, my girlfriend wore for evening business meetings. Black seamed stay-up stockings completed the outfit.

June returned and pirouetted on the stage displaying her outfit. She had added hot red lipstick and additional makeup giving her a sultry but sophisticated look. She sipped on her drink but managed to spill some on her blouse.

“Opps, I guess I’ll have to wash that off.” She said loudly as she walked toward the plastic pool.

She looked so beautiful as she smiled at the camera and once again reach for a water bucket filled with the cold water. She slowly turned the bucket over her head and within seconds her thin blouse drip was soaked and hugged her shapely figure as was her, sorry Carol’s skintight skirt.

Her white silky blouse similarly clung to her body leaving nothing to the imagination as the blouse was virtually transparent even in the dim light. Her engorged nipples and puffy areolas were on full display as she posed in the plastic pool, the crow, mostly young men and some middle aged went nuts.

“I hope you’re all enjoying this.” She screamed, and wiggled her amazing breasts at the crowd.

I was desperate to grab my rock-hard cock, stretched down my pant leg but she was right next to me.

As she danced, someone shouted, “Lose that skirt.” June pretended to be shocked and surprised and said out-loud.

“But I only have a tiny see-through thong on…”

She giggled as she grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled up her soaked skirt down her fit and wet legs.

There was a hundred men, boys that went nuts when they saw her tight thong and her amazing protruding pussy lips.

As the crowd clapped and laughed, the cameraman zoomed in on her nice camel-toed pussy.

“And the top” a voice was heard.

“But, but, I’m not decent, I’m not wearing a bra…” June screamed out.

“Off, off, off, off,” men shouted in unison.

June slowly unbuttoned one button at a time and before I knew it, she seductively swayed it back and forty over her erect nipples. The crowd cheered and I knew what would happen next, for she discarded the thing altogether and flung it to the crowd. There she was in all her glory, naked for the world to see.

I was rewarded with her amazing tits naked breasts, the breasts I had dreamed about for a long time. They were perfect, well proportioned for her body, and very perky. Her nipples were rock hard. The crowd went wild and so did I, watching my half-naked future sister-in-law strutting around the stage and shaking her tits for all to see. She walked to the cameraman, bent forward and I was now looking up at those dangling mammaries and was dying to get my face between them.

June let go of her tits, put one hand over her mouth, pretending to be scared while pointing down to her tiny, soaked, clinging pair of white panties that did little to hide her pubic hair landing strip and nothing to hide her ass cheeks framed by the her tiny g-string panties.

Her inhibitions were completely gone now and she twirled around, grabbed her g-string panties, and pulled them tight to her labia, increasing her amazing camel toe, even more, tucking the wet material in between her lips, giving everyone a good look before striking a pose so everyone could almost see her neatly trimmed pussy. The crowd went wild. She once again turns to the cameraman and he zooms in on her crutch again, but this time she opens up the top of her panties, and the cameraman film her wet lips hidden away by the soaked thong.

“I hope you like this,” was her final comment before the video died.

I caught a faint but unmistakable whiff of a distinctly feminine smell that has been on my mind for months. My knees felt weak for a moment, happy I was sitting down, and I carefully blew out a long breath.

I can actually smell how horny June was and I desperately longed to smell her pussy.

“Fuck, yeah, I do.” I respond to her final comment out loud.

“Good,” she said, grabbed my cock real fast, let go, grabbed the iPad, and walked away. Her miniskirt wrinkled up shoving off the lower part of her tight ass.

“Steve,” she said as she’s about to turn the corner.

“Recognize these?” she said and flashed her white panties, the same ones.

“I’ll leave them under your pillow.”

Another time, I came home early on a Friday, Carol was due in 30 minutes and Jack and Jane were away on some family thing.

I went up to my room, to lay down and passed June’s room on the way, she had loud music on and hadn’t heard me walking in.

I stopped and watched her get ready, she was looking in the mirror in her black lace bra and a tiny pair of shiny black satin bikini panties. She reached down and grabbed the black halter top to the costume, that was laced up in the front, with a pink ribbon. Next, she slipped on the short baby pink pleated skirt to the costume, then she reached in the dresser drawer and grabbed a pair of black thigh-high stockings. She went over and sat on the bed and slipped on her stockings, then she grabbed her black boots out of the closet, sat back on the bed to slip them on.

All of a sudden she turned towards me and said:

“Are you looking up my skirt?”

“No, I’m just standing here, on my way to my room, and you’d better not go out clubbing in that.”

“BULLSHIT! I’ve seen you in the glass of the door looking, you’ve been looking at my pussy. Want a better view of your girlfriend’s little sisters tight pussy?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” and then I walked away.

“You’ll come begging one day,” I heard as I closed the door and jerked off.

Today.

“Hi Steve,” June smiles, as I walks into the house.