Chapter 9

We took off to the mall, where I had her buy three pairs of thong panties and a sheer body stocking (with open crotch) at Victoria's Secret. I also bought her a pair of hot shorts and a tight lycra micro mini skirt at another shop. I didn't want to see any of the stuff on, now. I wanted it modeled for me at home.

We came home and I sent her upstairs to change. I told her "Thong panties, hot shorts, and the shortest, tightest top you've got. Nothing else."

I waited fifteen minutes, then shouted upstairs, "I'm waiting. You'd better get your hot little body down here ASAP."

Fifteen minutes later, she still wasn't back downstairs. I shouted up again: "I'm coming up to get you in five minutes. You'd better have your tight little ass down here before then or it won't go easy for you."

Four minutes, thirty seconds later, I heard her coming hesitantly down the stairs. She was barefoot, as instructed, wearing the tight hot shorts she was supposed to have on, and wore a short half-tee shirt. It wasn't tight, but what it lacked in tightness it made up in looseness. It was one she'd cut years ago, when she was much smaller. I'm sure back then it probably barely revealed her navel. Now it barely covered her nipples. To the extent they existed, you could see the underside of her tits below the bottom of the shirt.

When I looked at her face, it was obvious that she'd spent most of the time upstairs crying. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy, but I didn't care at all.

When she finally stood before me, I took in her body from bottom to top. My eyes traveled up her slim legs, over her lovely calves, and her bare thighs, to the line where the shorts were digging into her skin at her crotch. There was barely any 'leg' to these shorts. They were practically another pair of panties. I thought I could barely make out the line of her panties underneath the shorts from the front. That meant they had to be damn tight indeed. The tops of the shorts ended just above where I knew her pussy hair to end, leaving an expanse of an inch and a half or two inches below her belly button. All that space was bare up to her tits, where her tee-shirt ended.

Now that she was standing right in front of me, and because I was sitting down while she was still standing, I could actually see up her shirt and see her nipples. They were already hard and, when I told her to start pinching them, they quickly got as hard as they could. While she was pinching them I had her turn around. Again I looked over her lovely calves, thighs and ass. The shorts were tight enough that they still left a tiny space at the top of her thighs, just below her ass and pussy. I could see through that small space to the front of the room. When I slipped a finger into that space, up against her pussy, she flinched and jumped away.

"Sorry," she muttered, as she stepped back into place without being told. "You scared me a little."

I continues my inspection up her ass, past the top of her shorts where the end of the crack of her ass could just barely be made out. Her back, just like the rest of her body was fantastic. My sister was a tight little package, alright.

I could just make out the lines of the thong panties that I'd told her to wear. You could see the lines at the top, but as they descended into the crack of her ass, they disappeared. Perfect.

I reached forward and felt up her hips and upper thighs from the outside. I told her to turn around as I had my hands on her hips. I loved the feeling of her body rotating under my hands as her ass and pussy slid by them. "Alright, you can stop pinching your nipples. Reach one hand down your shorts and start playing with your clit."

I saw tears start to form in her eyes as her hands dropped from her tits. "Can't we even go up to the bedroom?"

"In a sec," I told her. "Just do what I tell you to do in the meantime."

She slowly slid one hand under her shorts and started fondling her clit. The shorts were so tight, I could see her hand perfectly as it did its happy work. I still had my hands on her hips, and I told her to turn around again, to face away from me.

"O.K. Now don't stop playing with yourself. With your other hand, I want you to reach down the back of your shorts and slide one finger up your ass hole." As I was telling her that, I moved one hand from her hips over her ass so I could rest a finger along the crack of her ass, over the shorts.

Jenny shook her head and muttered something about "I can't, I can't do that."

"Sure you can, Jenny. Lube your finger up with your spit first, then just slip it up your ass. You had fingers up the ass last night, so this'll be no different."

I saw her other arm move forward in front of her and I assumed she was sucking on her finger, as instructed. Her hand came back behind her body slowly. She rested her hand at the top of her shorts for a second or two, obviously trying to prepare herself mentally. I helped her along by pulling the top of the shorts away from her body with my free hand. After I had made a little space there (which, incidentally, revealed the lovely curve of her bare ass at the top of her crack) she moved her hand down her shorts. I could see and feel, with the hand that covered her ass, her hand as it descended down her crack from inside her shorts. I felt her finger move along her crack until she got to her ass hole. She hesitated for a few moments, then slowly started to push it in. I watched her body stiffen as her finger went up her butt. I could feel her hand continue to move down her ass as she pushed her middle finger further and further into herself, wriggling it back and forth to get it in further. Under the tight, lycra shorts, I felt her first knuckle go past the tip of my finger, into her ass. She stopped when she had her finger about half-way in. I waited for her to collect herself for a minute, then asked her why she had stopped.

"Isn't this far enough?"

"No," I told her. "I want to feel your finger go in as far as it can. Don't stop until your palm is all the way up against your ass hole."

She nodded and lowered her head. Then she shifted her weight and spread her feet apart slightly and started pushing again. I felt the second knuckle on her middle finger sliding past the tip of my finger, into her ass hole. I also noticed that the tips of her first and fourth finger were now making their way out past the bottom of the shorts. Finally, her finger was all the way in and you could see her nails sticking out her shorts from the bottom. I started massaging her bottom with both hands now, occasionally putting pressure on the finger that was up her butt and forcing it a little further in. I also told her to move her finger around insider her rectum.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"It's O.K., I guess." Her words were non-committal, but her voice betrayed some emotion. She was starting to get turned on!

"Keep massaging your clit from the front," I told her, as I continued to knead her ass through her shorts. I also slipped one finger along her crack, underneath her ass hole, and tried to pressure her pussy through her shorts.

After a few seconds of this, I decided it was time for me to have some fun. I stripped out of my clothes while I watched and made sure Jenny didn't stop her work. Very quickly, I was naked. My cock was as hard as it was last night. I knelt down behind Jenny and grabbed the waistband of her shorts on both sides of her hips. The waistband was already stretched since Jenny had both her hands down her shorts, and when I pulled at the sides, it dug into the back of the hand that was fingering her ass. I pulled her shorts down past her hand to just below the level of her pussy. She had her legs spread slightly so I couldn't pull it down any further, but I didn't need to. I had managed to leave her panties still on, but they didn't cover anything in back. Her hand had actually been outside her panties when it was down her shorts, and she had just pushed the thong to one side when she pushed her finger up her ass.

I came around to look her over from the front. Sure enough, she was getting turned on. She had her eyes closed and she was playing with her clit madly. She'd work on it for a few seconds, then stop for a few, then continue. She had managed to get this hand down the front of her panties. I pulled her panties down from the front to take a look at her beautiful pussy. Unfortunately, I couldn't get the waistband past the finger that was up her ass, since her hand had started outside her panties.

As I pulled her panties down, she opened her eyes and looked down at me. "Please Dave, f-f-f-f-f-fuck me. Please put it in me. I'm ready. Please."

I went 'round behind her again and tried to pull her panties off again from behind. There was no way to do it unless I tore them or she pulled her finger out of her ass. "All right. Pull your finger out." She gave a big sigh of relief as she pulled her finger out. I pulled her panties past her ass and down to her shorts, then I picked her up and carried her over to the dining room table. She used her free hand to hold herself up against the table and I ran back and grabbed a cushion from the couch. I had her rest her body against the cushion and lean forward over the table.

"OK. Keep playing with your clit and put that finger up your ass again."

"David? Do I have to? Can't you just... put it in me? I'm ready,... I promise."

"I don't think you're quite ready, and it turns me on to see you fingering yourself... Go on, do it!"