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Buddy's little sister

... didn’t have to wait long before Ginger’s footsteps sounded her approach. “I’m over here” she spoke softly. She was standing over to the side so that her brother, if he had woken up, would have to twist around to see her. I turned my head and caught my eyes on Ginger’s creamy supple skin wrapped lightly in red frilly lace. The top was tube shaped and had ruffles. It stretched across her flat chest and went down to just above her taut belly that fluttered as she drew in a laughing nervous breath. Shyly she crossed her straight little stick arms over her pre-teen chest, hands on her smooth shoulders and legs clapped together as she squirmed under my gaze, giggling. Below her shallow navel indent a stripe of red lace panty circled her hips, hips just starting to show a womanly curve. I stared intently at the crotch of her panties trying to see through the gaps in the lace embroidery. I was sure I could make out her tender outer lips but could I see a hint of inner labia through the fabric or maybe the hood over her clit. She kept swiveling her hips and I couldn’t tell for sure. “Turn around.” Ginger rotated on the balls of her feet like a ballerina on a music box with her arms fanning out. Her butt was adorable, the red lace stopped well above the under curve of her creamy cheeks. She stretched upward, her face blushing but assured, continuing her pirouette to face me, cheeks reddened and her pink colored lips curved in a cute grin. She didn’t protect her chest with her hands ...

... this time and I saw nipples poking stridently out at me. She eased away, bashful, as I stared and smiled. “You are not a little girl any more.” “Ya, like totally!” Her eyes fastened on mine for long seconds, pupils dilated, and then she flushed fuller, turned and dashed away upstairs before I could say anything else. I grabbed for the bottle of Beam and glanced at Rob. Homie was passed the fuck out! I drank a little more and the movie ended. I was drunk, my buddy was passed out, and all I could think about was that sweet slice of ass upstairs. I climbed up the steps with my face feeling hot and my heart beating hard. The house was pretty quiet. I stood at Rob’s bedroom door but stared at Ginger’s open one down the hallway. A light was on inside her room and it drew me down the hall and I leaned in. She was sitting on her bed, changed back into pajama pants and a loose necked sweatshirt. A grin flashed on her face immediately. “Hi Brian” “Hey yourself” I stepped inside. A messy room with clothes everywhere, tiny clothes, pictures of teenage idols on the walls. Stuffed animals. “Come in and tell me about school” I sat down on her bed and looked at the soft white skin of her neck as her hair fell onto the shoulder of her sweatshirt. My face was hot. I’m sure I looked drunk. I reached out from an arm’s length away and ran my hand along the back of her neck. “Brian?” “Ya?” “Do you fuck a lot of girls at college?” I laughed. “Yeah, I do pretty good.” I’m not a huge stud but I get a ...