Taking My Sister's Virginity - Sex Stories

Taking My Sister's Virginity

... I'll look like a lovelorn boy tonight,” I offered. “That would be weird,” Lisa answered with a sigh. “Weird, yes,” I agreed, “but only you and I will know that. Everyone else will think you have a hot guy in lust with you.” “In lust with me?” She asked, looking at me. “Yes,” I nodded, “someone who sees you as a beautiful girl he wants to devour whole.” Using my own internet words at the end definitely caused her cheeks to go red. She sighed, “It's just I was so really looking forward to this night, this date.” “I understand,” I nodded, “but I'll be him as best as I can.” “Trust me,” she sighed again, “You can't be him.” “Trust me,” I countered, “I can be better.” She then told me my background, which was all the things about the fake me, which was easy to do, since fake me was me. There was awkward silence the rest of the way, and once we got there she said, “Please don't embarrass me.” “Lisa, I'll be a perfect date tonight,” I smiled. “All the girls will be jealous of you.” “I wish,” she sighed again before getting out of the car. We walked into the fancy restaurant and I slyly took her hand in mine. She looked at me surprised, “We need to look like a couple.” She just nodded, as I intertwined our fingers. Once in the restaurant, a cute waitress wearing black pantyhose led us to a back room. Lisa noticed me checking her out and whispered, “Could you not check out other girls while you’re pretending to be with me?” “Sorry,” I sincerely apologized. “tonight my attention is ...

... strictly on you.” “A bit creepy, but good,” Lisa said, before adding, “Begin acting now.” We entered a room with about twenty people there, all dressed to the nines, some in nylons. I focused my attention on Lisa who immediately looked uncomfortable. I whispered, “Remember, I'm here for you Lisa.” Just then, a beautiful redhead walked over and greeted us, her tone dripping with mock surprise, “He's real and yummy.” I shot back, looking at her clearly fake tits, “And you’re 88% percent real.” “What?” She gasped, even though she knew exactly what I was implying. Lisa laughed, “Well, that answers one question I had about you, Emily.” “You bitch,” she said through gritted teeth. “Takes one to know one,” she countered, suddenly feeling confident. Emily walked away in a huff and I apologized, “Sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that, but no one insults my date.” Lisa smiled for the first time since Andrea suggested I be her date, “No, that was awesome.” The next hour and a half, we ate at a long table, thankfully Emily was at the opposite end, although her eyes shot daggers at us all through dinner. We visited politely and on a few occasions I put my arm around her. When I went to the restroom, I leaned over and kissed her cheek. Trying to make this look as authentic as possible, all the while trying to stir feelings inside her. I went to the washroom and when I returned they were beginning to wrap up and prepare to head to the opera house. Apparently, limos were taking us there ...