So everyone is showing up, and no Sasha. I am like shit, shit, shit, but then the door. She does not knock, just lets herself in, so the fact the door just opens meant it was her. I walk out from the kitchen and oh my god. Her hair is all done up, she has a bit of make up on, and an AMAZING summery light as a feather dress. It was floral and swooped down between her breasts. She had the kind of breasts that look so amazing in light fabric that just basically held them in place, breasts that are perfect tear drops. There was a tie in the back that cinched the dress tight around her waist and then just flowing down around her hips, mid thigh. An uneven hem. Now, keeping in mind the last time I had seen her, she was naked with her legs spread wide right in front of me, her pink slit being worked by her fingers, dark bush, my cumming across her tits, getting sucked off. God I was fit to be tied. When I looked at her I could remember the very paths my cum had taken across her skin. The shape of her mouth made me weak in the knees, and I could see her lips wrapped around my cock, her white teeth when she smiled. I was hard when she stepped in the door.
I went up and gave her a nice hug, she responded, basically forming herself to me, and I was satisfied we were Ok. So warm, I let my hands lay on her hips with my fingers spread across her ass, enjoying the feel of her body. I’d never done that before. Our hug lingered and I whispered in her ear, “I shouldn’t tell you how hot you look in that dress, sis.”
And without missing a beat she met my eyes and says, “It’s the only thing I have on.”
She laughed as her words registered in my brain, at the look I gave her as she let go of me and walked past to the kitchen swinging her luscious hips.
Just before going in the kitchen she flipped the back of her dress up at me.
My quarry had entered the room.
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So we all ended up in the living room, Sasha sitting in a chair across from me and I on the sofa with my two best friends, one from high school who Sasha also knew. Mom let us have beers (something she does not always do). We talked about nothing in particular when mom comes in with an announcement. It turned out she had made a slide show of me with photos from over the years which she was now going to play in front of everybody.
“Mom!”
It was a total surprise and we all shifted some to get a better view. My sister stood up to move, as the chair she was in had her back to the TV, so she stood against the wall that is just outside the kitchen. The slides were actually pretty good and it was actually fun to see even with the cheesy transitions mom made and the background music. There was a photo of me with my first car, sticking my head out the window. Me sitting in a box in the front yard. Me in stupid clothes. Me laying on a blanket as a baby in the buff. Everyone laughing, commenting. Me with my basketball jersey.
At some point I stood up, and wandered next to Sasha. She met my eye and smiled, “Happy birthday bro.” That mouth, so beautiful. I leaned up beside her and closing the space between us lay my hand at the small of her back. She didn’t move or take any notice I was touching her. I began to caress my hand up and down the center of her spine, and over her ass cheeks feeling her flesh through the thin fabric of her dress.