Introduction
In chapters 1 through 5, I told you the story of Christmas Eve 2013, during which my stepbrother and I explored each other, petted, necked and masturbated each other to amazing orgasms.
That remarkable evening, nearly a year ago, started a period of intimacy and sexual discovery between my sixteen year old stepbrother and me that we both will always cherish.
For the next eight months, Michael and I enjoyed each other, explored each other, and pleasured each other. We enjoyed everything except intercourse. Something stopped both of us from taking that final step. Michael never really pushed it, and neither did I.
I know that many, who read this story, will condemn my stepbrother and me. Many will label us sick and perverted. You may view us as pariahs, who should be separated, stopped, perhaps even punished. If you view us in this light, you do not understand the love and intimacy we shared (and continue to share).
Michael and I had developed a deep emotional and physical connection over this time period. Our relationship was far more than sexual. We developed a closeness that only someone in our situation can understand.
As August approached, I got increasingly anxious about leaving for the university. I did not know if I could force myself to end the relationship with Michael. I contemplated staying at home and attending a local junior college for a year.
But when the day finally arrived, I knew I had to go away. I knew I had to attend the university in Calgary. As painful as it was, I knew what I had to do.
And so I left Michael and the pleasure of his touch and the comfort of his embrace nearly four months ago.
Winter break, 2013:
I had just finished finals week of my first semester of my freshman year in architecture. I had returned home for winter break. This was my first visit home since leaving for college back in August. I was excited and nervous about my return home.
My stepbrother snuck into my room the first night I was home for winter break. Michael fingered me to a wonderful climax while we necked and humped in my bed. Oh how I had missed being with him for the past four months. I then took Michael in my mouth, sucked him to orgasm and ingested the salty, slightly bitter nectar of his loins.
I cannot fully explain why, but knowing that my stepbrother’s sperm were now swimming inside my tummy gave me an emotional satisfaction that I cannot describe.
I wanted to take him inside me in every way. I needed to give myself to my stepbrother. And I wanted him to take me.
This is the story of how I did, in fact, give myself to Michael…how I became his in every way possible. And yes, I still am his.
The big decision:
Lying in Michael’s arms while savoring the faint taste of the remnants of his semen that I had just ingested, I decided the time was right to broach this all important subject. I fell silent for a moment as I pondered how to ask the question. Then I broke the silence.
“Michael, have you ever thought about us going to the next level? You know, doing more?”
“You mean have intercourse?”
I nodded and was glad Michael used the term ‘intercourse’ rather than say ‘you mean fuck’. Using the term ‘fuck’ for what I was proposing would seem to cheapen a potentially beautiful act.
Michael thought before answering. “Of course I have. Have you?”
“Michael, the fact that I asked the question is pretty convincing evidence that I have.”
“Are you ready to do that? I mean, are you ready to take me? You know. Take me inside?” Michael's interest and excitement was evident in the tone of his response. I felt his penis throb against my leg as he considered this possibility.
“If you want to do that, I think I want it too,” I answered.
“What if you got pregnant?”
I was impressed that he was so responsible, and was not going to be reckless about something so important.
“Michael, do not read too much into this, but I went on the pill before coming home. I am safe.”
Michael’s next question caught me off guard a bit.
“Are you sleeping with other guys at school?” He had a hurt and slightly panicked tone. I was flattered that he expressed this concern and jealousy.
I giggled a bit and responded, “No, silly. Not at all. I went on the pill in case we decided to move to the next level. I went on birth control for you.”
I paused before continuing. “But do not feel pressured to do something you are not ready for. We are not in a rush. I don’t want you to do anything you might regret.”
“Kelsey, first, thank you. I don't think I could handle it if you were doing other guys. It would kill me."
"Michael, you are so sweet. I was worried you might have found someone else and had lost interest in me."
"Oh my god, Kelsey; you are the only girl I can even think about."
I smiled and could feel a warmth take over my core. Michael did share my feelings. I felt like a huge burden had been lifted from me.
"Michael, we don't have to do anything that you are not ready for. I do not want to push you."
"Kelsey, I want this more than you can possibly imagine. I wanted to bring it up before, but I was afraid you’d get mad, or insulted. I was afraid I would lose what we already have.”
I moved my hand so that it was resting on his penis. I could feel it swell and pulse as he spoke. Michael was growing hard as we spoke.
Michael hesitated for a moment and then he stuttered slightly as he said, “Do you want to do it now?”
“No. If we do this, it needs to be special, very special. I want to be somewhere that we can fully enjoy each other, and fully express ourselves. I want to lose my virginity to you in a way that you and I will always remember it.”
Michael interrupted me, “Where and when can we be together that way? I doubt your mom and my dad are going to give us the house again this Christmas.”
“I will get us a hotel room across town tomorrow and we can spend the afternoon and evening together. I want you to take me on a date someplace where we won’t be seen, and we can enjoy each other in a way we usually cannot. I want you to seduce me…and if you are really sweet, charming and seductive, I might let you take me back to our room and deflower me.”
“Deflower?” Michael said quizzically. He was obviously not familiar with the term.
“It means take my virginity.” I smiled, knowing that if things went as planned, very soon I would lose my cherry to my stepbrother. I could only shake my head in amazement as I considered what all our friends and family would say if they knew about this plan.
I awoke early, excited but a little scared. My stepbrother and I were preparing to take a very big step. Would we grow to regret this? I hoped not.
I spent the morning on the computer locating a motel a safe distance away from my family’s normal ‘stomping grounds’. I needed to avoid any risk of inadvertently running in to family or friends this evening.
After an extensive search, I found the Bow River Inn in Cochrane, less than an hour from Calgary. It was a nice, resort hotel on the Bow River. Michael and I had visited there years ago on a family vacation shortly after my mom married Michael's dad. It was our first vacation as our newly formed family; Michael and I were really just getting to know each other at the time.
The off season rates made this place affordable. I was able to reserve a nice room for $69. Its location made it perfectly safe. Michael and I were virtually assured of not encountering anyone we knew during this tryst. With my pulse beating wildly and my hands shaking in anticipation and excitement, I made a reservation on-line for a king suite with a Jacuzzi tub and a small kitchenette. Check in was 3:00 p.m.
I asked my mother if I could borrow her car that evening, with the promise of returning early the next morning. I told her that my best friend from high school, Stacy, and I were going to drive to her family’s cabin near Banff. We were going to do some hiking and shopping and return the next morning. Mom agreed, acknowledging that if I was still at the university, she would not even know about this trip.
So I had my transportation, a hotel room and my freedom until tomorrow morning.
Michael’s freedom would be a little more problematic since he was just seventeen and normally had a midnight curfew. He did have his own personal vehicle, so transportation was not a problem, but neither parent was likely to agree to an extended curfew without a very good excuse.
He approached my dad. He told dad that a bunch of the guys were having a ‘Fantastic Four’ marathon tonight at Gary’s house. Gary was his best friend. Michael told my dad that they were going to watch Ironman, Thor, Captain America, and the Hulk in succession over pizza. Dad liked and trusted Gary, so he agreed to allow my stepbrother to spend the night at his friend’s house with his buddies tonight.
After speaking with Michael, I heard my stepdad suggest to mom that since both kids were gone tonight, they should go out to dinner at a nice restaurant themselves. Neither parent suspected a thing.
I gave Michael the name and location of the motel as well as driving directions. The plan was I would check in at 3:00 p.m. and text Michael the room number. He would be twenty to thirty minutes behind me. We would have the entire evening to explore, flirt and excite each other.
I spent the remainder of the morning preparing for my date that night. I bathed and shaved my legs. I decided to also shave my pussy; something I had not done before.
I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. With my public hair removed, I appeared a bit younger. My vagina seemed much more 'exposed' without the thin covering of hair. My light pink nipples stood firmly erect atop my smallish 34B cup breasts. I was pretty with a very cute figure, but I was not truly what boys would consider 'beautiful'. I hoped Michael would like my bare vulva.
I dried my hair and put on my make up. I donned my sexiest bra and panties. They were a white, shear, semi-transparent matching set that showed off my erect nipples to their best advantage. I could also see the outline of my shaved vagina through the material of the panties. Michael would like seeing me like this.
I tried on a beige silk blouse that buttoned up the front a tan wrap around skirt that came just below the knees. I wore brown high heel boots that rose to above the hem of my skirt when I was standing.
I stood in front of the mirror to examine myself. I looked good. My brown shoulder-length hair framed my face nicely. I was not buxomly, but rather my figure was thin and athletic. Nonetheless, the nipples of my 34B cup breasts stood proudly under the shear bra and clingy silk material of my blouse.
I only buttoned the top three buttons of the wrap around skirt, so it flared open as I walked, showing a great deal of my thigh. I sat on the bed, in front of the mirror, crossing and uncrossing my legs. I quickly perfected the art of briefly and ‘innocently’ flashing the gusset of my shear panties to anyone sitting across from me as I crossed my legs.
I was going to enjoy teasing Michael tonight before allowing him to seduce me!
I knew if I tried to leave the house dressed like this, I would raise suspicions. So I took off the blouse and skirt and folded them neatly in an overnight bag. I wore a pair of jeans, sweatshirt and hiking boots instead as I prepared to leave to so that I could check into the hotel room.
I was able to sneak one unopened bottle of peppermint schnapps from the bar before leaving in mom’s Camry. I stopped at the store on my way out of town. I picked up some massage oil, some plastic glasses, forks and knives, some cheese and crackers, a few sodas and some candles. With the bottle of peppermint schnapps I ‘lifted’ from home, I was set for a wonderful evening of romance and seduction
It took me just under an hour driving up highway 1A to arrive in Cochrane and find the motel. I checked into the hotel shortly after three o'clock. I paid with cash, but they required a credit card as security in case there was any damage to the room. I needed to be certain that there were no incidental charges, since I certainly did not want to explain to my stepfather any charges from the Bow River Inn in Cochrane.
Yes, cash was definitely the way to go here.
The hotel was nice and clean. It was a bit old, and the furniture and carpet were dated, and somewhat worn; but it was certainly nice enough for Michael and me to experience our first intercourse.
I texted Michael the room number with a cryptic message indicating I was here, waiting for him.
The response was immediate. ‘I’m already on my way’. I thought to myself that I needed to chastise that boy about texting and driving, but that lecture could wait for another day.
While I waited, I arranged and lit the candles, put the soda in the mini refrigerator, set out the cheese and crackers, and opened the bottle of peppermint schnapps.
I changed clothes. I removed my sweatshirt and jeans, and donned my silk blouse and skirt. I only buttoned the top two buttons of my skirt. With only two buttons holding it in place, I had to consciously work to keep my private parts covered as I sat there. I put on my high heeled boots.
This was not an outrageously sexy or revealing outfit, but it was the best I had. It was certainly more revealing that anything I had worn previously. But with my shear bra and panties, the high heel boots and with several buttons left undone, I felt sexy and exposed. I liked this feeling.
I stood and looked at myself, and considered that perhaps for tonight, I might be so bold as to go ‘braless’. This is something I had never done before. I removed my bra, replaced the silk blouse and examined my ‘new look’ in the mirror.
I blushed at how exposed my nipples were under the silk material. Without the bra, you could see every bump and contour of my erect nipples under the clingy material. The darker pink of my aureoles was plainly obvious. I felt that I would not be more exposed if I went topless.
I started to replace the bra as I felt this was too bold, too slutty. But something stopped me. I wanted to expose myself to Michael this way. And I decided to wait until he arrived and get his opinion whether or not this was ‘too much’. I would ask him if I should put my bra on before we went to dinner. I would let my man for the evening decide how exposed he wanted his date tonight. After all, tonight I belonged to him, totally. I was his.
I could feel my vagina lubricating as I thought about what was in store for me this evening. My panties were starting to get damp already, and Michael was not even here yet!
I was nervous and excited. It was really going to happen. I poured one glass of peppermint schnapps to help me relax as I waited. I finished the first glass of schnapps, and poured myself another. I needed to relax. My heart was literally pounding in my chest in anticipation of what was going to happen tonight.
I was just beginning to get a light headed, warm euphoric feeling as I sipped my second glass of peppermint schnapps. I knew that any misgivings I might have would be erased by this second glass of peppermint favored liquor.
Twenty minutes later, there was a soft, almost timid knock on the door. Michael was here.
I opened the door while holding the half empty glass of peppermint schnapps. A gust of wind blew my skirt apart, exposing my panties for an instant until I could close the skirt again. The cold Calgary winter made my nipples stand even more erect. Michael looked me up and done, smiling broadly. His eyes seemed to fixate on my braless breasts.
“God, Kelsey, you look great. God you are sexy.”
I blushed at the compliment, but relished in this praise. I did feel truly beautiful tonight. It was a feeling that I seldom experienced previously.
Michael came in looked around the room at the candles, the peppermint schnapps and cheese, and then back at me. He looked at our image in the mirror. The bulge in the front of his pants was quite noticeable.
“Kelsey, what did you do to your butt?” Michael asked as he stared...
In chapters 1 through 5, I told you the story of Christmas Eve 2013, during which my stepbrother and I explored each other, petted, necked and masturbated each other to amazing orgasms.
That remarkable evening, nearly a year ago, started a period of intimacy and sexual discovery between my sixteen year old stepbrother and me that we both will always cherish.
For the next eight months, Michael and I enjoyed each other, explored each other, and pleasured each other. We enjoyed everything except intercourse. Something stopped both of us from taking that final step. Michael never really pushed it, and neither did I.
I know that many, who read this story, will condemn my stepbrother and me. Many will label us sick and perverted. You may view us as pariahs, who should be separated, stopped, perhaps even punished. If you view us in this light, you do not understand the love and intimacy we shared (and continue to share).
Michael and I had developed a deep emotional and physical connection over this time period. Our relationship was far more than sexual. We developed a closeness that only someone in our situation can understand.
As August approached, I got increasingly anxious about leaving for the university. I did not know if I could force myself to end the relationship with Michael. I contemplated staying at home and attending a local junior college for a year.
But when the day finally arrived, I knew I had to go away. I knew I had to attend the university in Calgary. As painful as it was, I knew what I had to do.
And so I left Michael and the pleasure of his touch and the comfort of his embrace nearly four months ago.
Winter break, 2013:
I had just finished finals week of my first semester of my freshman year in architecture. I had returned home for winter break. This was my first visit home since leaving for college back in August. I was excited and nervous about my return home.
My stepbrother snuck into my room the first night I was home for winter break. Michael fingered me to a wonderful climax while we necked and humped in my bed. Oh how I had missed being with him for the past four months. I then took Michael in my mouth, sucked him to orgasm and ingested the salty, slightly bitter nectar of his loins.
I cannot fully explain why, but knowing that my stepbrother’s sperm were now swimming inside my tummy gave me an emotional satisfaction that I cannot describe.
I wanted to take him inside me in every way. I needed to give myself to my stepbrother. And I wanted him to take me.
This is the story of how I did, in fact, give myself to Michael…how I became his in every way possible. And yes, I still am his.
The big decision:
Lying in Michael’s arms while savoring the faint taste of the remnants of his semen that I had just ingested, I decided the time was right to broach this all important subject. I fell silent for a moment as I pondered how to ask the question. Then I broke the silence.
“Michael, have you ever thought about us going to the next level? You know, doing more?”
“You mean have intercourse?”
I nodded and was glad Michael used the term ‘intercourse’ rather than say ‘you mean fuck’. Using the term ‘fuck’ for what I was proposing would seem to cheapen a potentially beautiful act.
Michael thought before answering. “Of course I have. Have you?”
“Michael, the fact that I asked the question is pretty convincing evidence that I have.”
“Are you ready to do that? I mean, are you ready to take me? You know. Take me inside?” Michael's interest and excitement was evident in the tone of his response. I felt his penis throb against my leg as he considered this possibility.
“If you want to do that, I think I want it too,” I answered.
“What if you got pregnant?”
I was impressed that he was so responsible, and was not going to be reckless about something so important.
“Michael, do not read too much into this, but I went on the pill before coming home. I am safe.”
Michael’s next question caught me off guard a bit.
“Are you sleeping with other guys at school?” He had a hurt and slightly panicked tone. I was flattered that he expressed this concern and jealousy.
I giggled a bit and responded, “No, silly. Not at all. I went on the pill in case we decided to move to the next level. I went on birth control for you.”
I paused before continuing. “But do not feel pressured to do something you are not ready for. We are not in a rush. I don’t want you to do anything you might regret.”
“Kelsey, first, thank you. I don't think I could handle it if you were doing other guys. It would kill me."
"Michael, you are so sweet. I was worried you might have found someone else and had lost interest in me."
"Oh my god, Kelsey; you are the only girl I can even think about."
I smiled and could feel a warmth take over my core. Michael did share my feelings. I felt like a huge burden had been lifted from me.
"Michael, we don't have to do anything that you are not ready for. I do not want to push you."
"Kelsey, I want this more than you can possibly imagine. I wanted to bring it up before, but I was afraid you’d get mad, or insulted. I was afraid I would lose what we already have.”
I moved my hand so that it was resting on his penis. I could feel it swell and pulse as he spoke. Michael was growing hard as we spoke.
Michael hesitated for a moment and then he stuttered slightly as he said, “Do you want to do it now?”
“No. If we do this, it needs to be special, very special. I want to be somewhere that we can fully enjoy each other, and fully express ourselves. I want to lose my virginity to you in a way that you and I will always remember it.”
Michael interrupted me, “Where and when can we be together that way? I doubt your mom and my dad are going to give us the house again this Christmas.”
“I will get us a hotel room across town tomorrow and we can spend the afternoon and evening together. I want you to take me on a date someplace where we won’t be seen, and we can enjoy each other in a way we usually cannot. I want you to seduce me…and if you are really sweet, charming and seductive, I might let you take me back to our room and deflower me.”
“Deflower?” Michael said quizzically. He was obviously not familiar with the term.
“It means take my virginity.” I smiled, knowing that if things went as planned, very soon I would lose my cherry to my stepbrother. I could only shake my head in amazement as I considered what all our friends and family would say if they knew about this plan.
I awoke early, excited but a little scared. My stepbrother and I were preparing to take a very big step. Would we grow to regret this? I hoped not.
I spent the morning on the computer locating a motel a safe distance away from my family’s normal ‘stomping grounds’. I needed to avoid any risk of inadvertently running in to family or friends this evening.
After an extensive search, I found the Bow River Inn in Cochrane, less than an hour from Calgary. It was a nice, resort hotel on the Bow River. Michael and I had visited there years ago on a family vacation shortly after my mom married Michael's dad. It was our first vacation as our newly formed family; Michael and I were really just getting to know each other at the time.
The off season rates made this place affordable. I was able to reserve a nice room for $69. Its location made it perfectly safe. Michael and I were virtually assured of not encountering anyone we knew during this tryst. With my pulse beating wildly and my hands shaking in anticipation and excitement, I made a reservation on-line for a king suite with a Jacuzzi tub and a small kitchenette. Check in was 3:00 p.m.
I asked my mother if I could borrow her car that evening, with the promise of returning early the next morning. I told her that my best friend from high school, Stacy, and I were going to drive to her family’s cabin near Banff. We were going to do some hiking and shopping and return the next morning. Mom agreed, acknowledging that if I was still at the university, she would not even know about this trip.
So I had my transportation, a hotel room and my freedom until tomorrow morning.
Michael’s freedom would be a little more problematic since he was just seventeen and normally had a midnight curfew. He did have his own personal vehicle, so transportation was not a problem, but neither parent was likely to agree to an extended curfew without a very good excuse.
He approached my dad. He told dad that a bunch of the guys were having a ‘Fantastic Four’ marathon tonight at Gary’s house. Gary was his best friend. Michael told my dad that they were going to watch Ironman, Thor, Captain America, and the Hulk in succession over pizza. Dad liked and trusted Gary, so he agreed to allow my stepbrother to spend the night at his friend’s house with his buddies tonight.
After speaking with Michael, I heard my stepdad suggest to mom that since both kids were gone tonight, they should go out to dinner at a nice restaurant themselves. Neither parent suspected a thing.
I gave Michael the name and location of the motel as well as driving directions. The plan was I would check in at 3:00 p.m. and text Michael the room number. He would be twenty to thirty minutes behind me. We would have the entire evening to explore, flirt and excite each other.
I spent the remainder of the morning preparing for my date that night. I bathed and shaved my legs. I decided to also shave my pussy; something I had not done before.
I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. With my public hair removed, I appeared a bit younger. My vagina seemed much more 'exposed' without the thin covering of hair. My light pink nipples stood firmly erect atop my smallish 34B cup breasts. I was pretty with a very cute figure, but I was not truly what boys would consider 'beautiful'. I hoped Michael would like my bare vulva.
I dried my hair and put on my make up. I donned my sexiest bra and panties. They were a white, shear, semi-transparent matching set that showed off my erect nipples to their best advantage. I could also see the outline of my shaved vagina through the material of the panties. Michael would like seeing me like this.
I tried on a beige silk blouse that buttoned up the front a tan wrap around skirt that came just below the knees. I wore brown high heel boots that rose to above the hem of my skirt when I was standing.
I stood in front of the mirror to examine myself. I looked good. My brown shoulder-length hair framed my face nicely. I was not buxomly, but rather my figure was thin and athletic. Nonetheless, the nipples of my 34B cup breasts stood proudly under the shear bra and clingy silk material of my blouse.
I only buttoned the top three buttons of the wrap around skirt, so it flared open as I walked, showing a great deal of my thigh. I sat on the bed, in front of the mirror, crossing and uncrossing my legs. I quickly perfected the art of briefly and ‘innocently’ flashing the gusset of my shear panties to anyone sitting across from me as I crossed my legs.
I was going to enjoy teasing Michael tonight before allowing him to seduce me!
I knew if I tried to leave the house dressed like this, I would raise suspicions. So I took off the blouse and skirt and folded them neatly in an overnight bag. I wore a pair of jeans, sweatshirt and hiking boots instead as I prepared to leave to so that I could check into the hotel room.
I was able to sneak one unopened bottle of peppermint schnapps from the bar before leaving in mom’s Camry. I stopped at the store on my way out of town. I picked up some massage oil, some plastic glasses, forks and knives, some cheese and crackers, a few sodas and some candles. With the bottle of peppermint schnapps I ‘lifted’ from home, I was set for a wonderful evening of romance and seduction
It took me just under an hour driving up highway 1A to arrive in Cochrane and find the motel. I checked into the hotel shortly after three o'clock. I paid with cash, but they required a credit card as security in case there was any damage to the room. I needed to be certain that there were no incidental charges, since I certainly did not want to explain to my stepfather any charges from the Bow River Inn in Cochrane.
Yes, cash was definitely the way to go here.
The hotel was nice and clean. It was a bit old, and the furniture and carpet were dated, and somewhat worn; but it was certainly nice enough for Michael and me to experience our first intercourse.
I texted Michael the room number with a cryptic message indicating I was here, waiting for him.
The response was immediate. ‘I’m already on my way’. I thought to myself that I needed to chastise that boy about texting and driving, but that lecture could wait for another day.
While I waited, I arranged and lit the candles, put the soda in the mini refrigerator, set out the cheese and crackers, and opened the bottle of peppermint schnapps.
I changed clothes. I removed my sweatshirt and jeans, and donned my silk blouse and skirt. I only buttoned the top two buttons of my skirt. With only two buttons holding it in place, I had to consciously work to keep my private parts covered as I sat there. I put on my high heeled boots.
This was not an outrageously sexy or revealing outfit, but it was the best I had. It was certainly more revealing that anything I had worn previously. But with my shear bra and panties, the high heel boots and with several buttons left undone, I felt sexy and exposed. I liked this feeling.
I stood and looked at myself, and considered that perhaps for tonight, I might be so bold as to go ‘braless’. This is something I had never done before. I removed my bra, replaced the silk blouse and examined my ‘new look’ in the mirror.
I blushed at how exposed my nipples were under the silk material. Without the bra, you could see every bump and contour of my erect nipples under the clingy material. The darker pink of my aureoles was plainly obvious. I felt that I would not be more exposed if I went topless.
I started to replace the bra as I felt this was too bold, too slutty. But something stopped me. I wanted to expose myself to Michael this way. And I decided to wait until he arrived and get his opinion whether or not this was ‘too much’. I would ask him if I should put my bra on before we went to dinner. I would let my man for the evening decide how exposed he wanted his date tonight. After all, tonight I belonged to him, totally. I was his.
I could feel my vagina lubricating as I thought about what was in store for me this evening. My panties were starting to get damp already, and Michael was not even here yet!
I was nervous and excited. It was really going to happen. I poured one glass of peppermint schnapps to help me relax as I waited. I finished the first glass of schnapps, and poured myself another. I needed to relax. My heart was literally pounding in my chest in anticipation of what was going to happen tonight.
I was just beginning to get a light headed, warm euphoric feeling as I sipped my second glass of peppermint schnapps. I knew that any misgivings I might have would be erased by this second glass of peppermint favored liquor.
Twenty minutes later, there was a soft, almost timid knock on the door. Michael was here.
I opened the door while holding the half empty glass of peppermint schnapps. A gust of wind blew my skirt apart, exposing my panties for an instant until I could close the skirt again. The cold Calgary winter made my nipples stand even more erect. Michael looked me up and done, smiling broadly. His eyes seemed to fixate on my braless breasts.
“God, Kelsey, you look great. God you are sexy.”
I blushed at the compliment, but relished in this praise. I did feel truly beautiful tonight. It was a feeling that I seldom experienced previously.
Michael came in looked around the room at the candles, the peppermint schnapps and cheese, and then back at me. He looked at our image in the mirror. The bulge in the front of his pants was quite noticeable.
“Kelsey, what did you do to your butt?” Michael asked as he stared...
