What Lies Beneath - Sex Stories

What Lies Beneath

... delighted. He came across the room quickly and hugged her. &#034Marcus, you picked this out for me?&#034 she asked incredulously. Her b*****r wanted her to wear this? &#034Why would you want me to wear this?&#034 &#034So I can take it off you.&#034 he whispered into her ear. He kissed her neck, and it was the most incredible thing she had ever felt in her life. All the anticipation had been for this, and it was her b*****r, but there was no denying the feelings she was having, either. She resisted the feelings for a long moment, but when she finally gave in to them (this is just a dream; go with it) the flood of orgasms that washed over her were like none she'd ever had before. The next morning, she had a slight neck ache, as if she'd slept wrong. Marcus noticed her wincing at the breakfast table as their mother went through the door on the way to work. She was a waitress at the local diner, about the only respectable job a single mother could get. She took all the shifts she could get, even breakfast. &#034You okay, Miranda?&#034 he asked his s****r. &#034I think I dreamed wrong or something.&#034 she said, rubbing her neck. &#034My muscles are really tight.&#034 &#034Let the magic fingers of your big b*****r Marcus help you with that.&#034 he said, moving behind her chair. He gently placed his palms on her neck and smoothed them downward. &#034Ohh...&#034 she sighed. &#034That feels good already!&#034 He ran his fingers down both sides of her spine, starting at the base of ...

... her skull and down her neck, over and over. &#034Ohh, that's so nice. You really do have magic fingers.&#034 &#034Oh my God, it's just like the dream!&#034 she thought to herself. She could feel the tingles from his hands in her nipples and pussy. &#034Lean your head back now.&#034 he said. He pulled the collar of her blouse open a little, beginning to slide his hands down the shirt and onto her chest, but she bolted out of her chair. &#034Thanks, Marcus, I feel a lot better now.&#034 she said, nervously pulling her blouse closed and fastening the top two buttons. It was her first time wearing something so revealing, even though it was still quite conservative compared to what most of the other girls wore to school. By Friday, her thick sweatshirts and baggy jeans were totally gone, replaced with full skirts and long sleeved blouses, which was a huge milestone for her. They even had color other than black and crimson. Her mother was the same size and had agreed to let Miranda start dressing out of her closet until the next shopping day. He also caught her checking him out once, on Thursday, and purposely flaunted his crotch at his s****r, letting her see him looking at her eyes as he gave her a knowing smirk, which disconcerted her to no end. She bore it in silence, though, never telling their mother about his slightly untoward behavior. Mother was just happy to finally see Miranda coming out of her shell and being a girl. When he felt her subliminal conditioning was ready, ...