Summer Fun with my Brother - Sex Stories

Summer Fun with my Brother

... boys chimed in and agreed.

Oh fuck, I thought. Then I took a deep breath, steeling my nerves for what I knew I was about to do.

I stood and strutted over to the shelf stereo unit and queued up My Darkest Days's "Porn Star Dancing".

My nerve almost failed when I saw Ricky setting up my video camera and tripod, but I pushed through it.

It's my camera anyway, I can always erase the SD card in the morning.

As the music started to hit, I stepped up on the coffee table, determined to give the boys a show they'd never forget.

My hips swayed to the music, my hands running through my pigtails, as I fluttered them and shook my head, side-to-side. Then my hands slid down, over my breasts, along my ribs and finally came to rest on my hips.

As my body writhed with the rhythm, I spun to face away from the boys and bent at the waist, sliding my hands down my long leg, then switching to the other leg; I reversed the motion, ending up with my hands at my tummy. I then grabbed the lapels of my little white shirt.

When I spun back to face my small audience, I snatched the tiny shirt open, sending buttons flying in every direction.

I flashed the boys a big smile, when I slipped the shirt off of my shoulders. Then I twirled it in the air and flung it over their heads.

Still dancing, my hands found my bra encased boobs and I mauled them. I started massaging them, through the thin lacey material. I'd lift them up and let them fall back down, then I'd spin around and ...

... bounce, for them.

Next I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and I started to push down one side, followed by the other.

The boys whistled and clapped as if I was their private dancer, at some sort of wild bachelor party. I think it was the most erotic feeling I've ever had.

Inch by inch, the skirt slid down until my thong clad ass was exposed to my underage audience.

Finally past my thighs, I let the skirt fall in a pile around my feet. Then I stepped out of it with one high-heeled shoe and kicked it away, with the other.

Cheering erupted!

Here I was, in my underwear, dancing on my coffee table, in my own livingroom with six barely post-puberty, teenage boys cheering me on.

Can I say…GUSH!

When I started earnestly shaking my thong clad ass for them, they could barely contain their excitement.

Finally, I reached back with one hand and unclasped my bra. I let out a sigh of relief as the pressure of the tiny pushup bra, encasing my breasts was released.

I flung the bra away and cupped my tits in my hands.

Then, when I turned back to the boys, I jiggled and bounced my titties, covering my hard nipples with the tips of my fingers. I squeezed each boob for them.

They weren’t even cheering anymore, just looking on intently; savoring every second.

Finally I took my hands away, baring my perfect C-cup breasts, in all their natural beauty, for the boys' appreciation.

Every single one of them drew a sharp gasp of breath. All of their ...