It was almost exactly noon when Sam hopped off his bike and bounded up the old wooden steps that led to the big porch that went around two sides of the house. Even though it was his sister's house, he knocked. He looked at it more like it was Randy's house, and his sister was just staying there.
Her smile, when she opened the door, was both wide and genuine. Like many sisters, she loved her little brother - and had for some time - even though she was only now getting to the point in her life when she could admit that to others.
That smile, and her appearance, made Sam's nuts tighten.
She was dressed in shorts and a tank top. The shorts he remembered, though they were much tighter now than when he had last seen her wearing them. He didn't think about it, but having a baby does that to a woman. Had he been a sister, instead of a brother, he would have been impressed that she could still get into those shorts. He stopped paying attention to the shorts almost immediately, though, because she wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples telegraphed themselves through the tank top making it impossible not to notice them. They were perched on top of breasts that were larger than they had been before the baby, which Sam had noticed in the past, and which made a man just want to reach out and grab onto, like they were a life preserver in a man overboard situation. Sam didn't realize it, but his fingers actually flexed as he stared.
"You're early!" she said, ignoring the fact that he was looking at her chest. Most men did.
Sam's eyes slid to her face and he knew that she knew where he'd been looking. Discomfited by being caught, he stammered.
"Uh ... no I'm not. I'm right on time."
Alexis, in that maddening way that women have of ignoring an uncomfortable man just smiled.
"Thanks so much for doing this, Sam. I really appreciate this. Having some time to shop is really precious. Okay. Todd's asleep in his room so he should be ok. Just go check on him a couple of times, but other than that, make yourself at home."
"Sure. Have a nice time," he said, feeling silly.
She turned and actually ran toward the back of the house, returning with her purse. She had put on a bra. Sam wondered if she'd met him braless on purpose, but shook his head. That made him feel even sillier.
"Thanks again, Samuel. You're a big help!" his sister said and gave him a quick hug and kissed his cheek.
That, of course, brought her breasts up against his chest. Her hips bumped his too, pressing directly against the half hard prick in his pants. He realized with a jolt that it was half hard and blushed. Alexis didn't seem to notice, and waved as she went out the door, leaving it open behind her.
Sam smiled weakly at his sister, and stared at her as she walked to her car, wondering if she could tell he'd gotten turned on by her. He couldn't believe how good she looked in such a simple outfit. Suddenly he missed seeing her every day around the house.
After getting something to eat and checking on his nephew, who was sleeping soundly, Sam sat on the couch and turned on a "daytime drama" as he liked to call them. One of his favorite authors wrote stories about a little Korean man who could do almost anything in the action adventure arena, and his young white protégé, who was even better at fighting the forces of evil. The old Korean man loved his "daytime dramas" and got testy if he had to miss them.
Sam, however, wasn't much interested in what he saw on the tube, other than the fact that there was a multitude of gorgeous young women acting like sluts all the time. He was fantasizing about being on top of one of those sluts when the door banged open and Alexis came in grinning from ear to ear.
"That didn't take you too long," he said.
"I can't believe my luck!" Alexis said setting the bag down on the kitchen table and taking her jacket off. "They were having a sale, and I found this amazing dress at 30% off. And all because you let me go find it. You want to see it?"
This, of course, was not high on Sam's list of things to do on a Wednesday afternoon, but he knew better than to say so.
"Uh ... sure ... why not?"
"Oh, I'm so excited!" she gushed.
She dropped her purse on the table and, taking a bag, ran to the back of the house, where he knew her bedroom was. He tried to catch up on his soap opera fantasy, but she was gone now, replaced by an older woman he couldn't get excited about.
"OK!" came his sister's call from the back of the house. "Come see it."
"You're not coming out here?" asked Sam.
There was no answer, so Sam got up and trudged down the hall to the bedroom across from where little Todd was sleeping.
When he turned the corner and saw his sister he almost fell down.
She had waited until she saw him and then twirled, one arm above her head, holding her long dark black hair up, in an old cheerleader dance move. That much was familiar to him, as was the smile on her face.
But nothing else was familiar at all. He had never seen his sister like this before.
The dress had a skirt that was made of wispy see-through cloth that was dark purple. It looked like the stuff figure skaters wear that blows in the wind as they speed around the rink and was arranged to look as if it were tattered and torn. As she twirled, it clung to her hips and fluttered, all at the same time. Her front was covered, if you could call it that, with a thin strip that went up over her belly button, but had a hole exposing that little indentation. Then it swept to the sides and was molded to her breasts as if it were paint. It somehow held up those big beauties and pushed them together, making what looked like an acre of cleavage before two thin cords went on up and around the back of her neck. It was completely backless, and went so low around her lush buttocks that it promised a peek of cleavage back there if she wasn't careful. She had put on some shiny dangling earrings and a touch of lipstick that was a similar shade as the dress, but lighter. It somehow made her lips look lush and full. She was barefoot, which made her look shorter than usual somehow. All in all she looked like a fairy princess.
She came to a stop facing him, still holding up her hair, and posed, hipshot.
"So what do you think?" she asked grinning.
"Wow." Sam's voice broke, even trying to say that one little word.
"Just wow?" she asked in a mock pout.
"I think I need to sit down," said Sam, aware that his prick was reaching it's maximum potential in his pants, and no doubt would be showing horribly. He bent forward slightly and turned, looking for somewhere to sit. When he didn't see anyplace except the bed that only made things worse and he actually thought about leaving the room.
"Oh ... I see," said Alexis with a little giggle. "Well, I guess it passes the boner test."
"Aleeeeexxxissss!" moaned Sam. "It's not funny!" He felt his face flushing and knew he must be bright red.
Alexis took pity on him and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her hands smoothed over her breasts, trying to erase non-existent wrinkles. She noticed that her nipples were both hard and prominently visible.
"Uh oh," she said.
Her turning had allowed Sam to "shift his perspective", so to speak, and his prick was now lying up and across his pubes. It still made a crosswise bulge in the front of his jeans, but his sister's attitude about it had put him a little more at ease.
"What?" he asked.
She turned and pointed on long manicured fingernail on each forefinger at the fat little bulges on the tips of her breasts.
"Todd has made them bigger, the greedy little thing. The dress has a foundation bra in it, but it doesn't cover them. They stick out like a sore thumb!"
Sam stared. The image of a sore thumb in his mind led to an image of that sore thumb in his mouth, which led to the image of those fat nipples in his mouth. He groaned and turned away again.
Alexis had felt a little thrill of taboo pleasure streak through her when he first looked at her in the dress. If her own little brother was turned on, then other men would be helpless. Now his reaction to her prominent nipples sent another set of shocking tingles through her. She looked critically at her little brother and realized that she hadn't really paid any attention to him since she'd gotten married. A year had made a big difference in her life - she'd learned some very difficult lessons concerning her husband - and she was shocked to find that that year had made a big difference in her baby brother as well.
She let her eyes roam over his chest, which was much wider than it had been a year ago, to his slim hips. He was turned sideways to her and his butt was tight, but rounded just the way she liked a man's butt to be. He was taller too ... much taller. She shook her head. Her little brother had turned into a hunk of a young man while she wasn't looking!
And he was responding to her as a man too. That might not have been so important to her, save the fact that Randy had been ignoring her, mostly, ever since she had gotten big with his son. She had stayed just as horny as ever, maybe even more so as her belly swelled, but Randy lost all interest in her after about the 4th month. She had worked hard to get back in shape after giving birth too, but that hadn't made much difference. She knew how hot blooded her husband was - she had played off of that sexual desire for over a year just to bag him. Since then she'd had more than second thoughts about what she'd "bagged". More than once she'd remembered her little brother warning her that Randy was no good. Now that very same little brother was looking at her the way she'd wanted Randy to look at her.
These thoughts flitting through her brain happened at light speed, and she didn't really have time to reflect on them. But they affected her face and when Sam finally turned back to her, ashamed that he had been so out of control in front of his sister, he saw the strange look on her face and mistook it for disgust.
"I'm sorry Alex," he pleaded. "I just wasn't ready for you to ... I mean I didn't realize that ... Oh shit, I'll just leave. I'm sorry."
Alexis felt something like shame shoot through her body now. She would teased him, and he had reacted ... well, like any man might have reacted to such teasing. She felt a rush of affection for him.
"No! Wait. It's my fault," she said. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Yes it is my fault," he moaned. "I'm your brother, for pity's sake."
"OK, yes, you're my brother. That's OK. But, you're a man too. You can't help that I teased you and you reacted to that. I don't know, but I think maybe I would have been hurt if you hadn't."
"Really?" asked her brother, hope making his voice crack a little. "You're not mad at me?"
For an answer Alexis took her hand down, letting her long hair fall to her shoulders. She stood with equal weight on both feet now, hands at her side.
"SAM..." she said softly, "tell me something, and be honest."
"What?" he said, feeling like this could be a dangerous situation.
"Forget that I'm your sister for a minute. Tell me -- do I look sexy in this dress?" she asked.
Sam stared at her. She had just looked in the mirror. She had to know she looked sexy as all get out.
"Uh ... yes ... definitely," he hazarded.
His body language shouted that she looked sexy, and that sent that taboo thrill back through her body. She felt her nipples tightening and was afraid her milk might let down. That would make a mess of her brand new dress. For the first time she thought about that little problem, but for some strange reason didn't think it would pop up on her date with her husband. If other men leered at her she could deal with that, and she didn't expect Randy to leer at all, now that she thought about it. But having Sam think she looked sexy was different somehow. It made her feel special ... beautiful ... desirable in a way that no other man made her feel ... at least not lately.
"Thank you," she said softly. Her hands came up to her hips because she didn't know what else to do with them. She felt a compulsion to tell her brother how she felt.
"Sam, if I tell you something, do you promise to never tell anyone? Not your friends, not mom or dad ... no one -- ever... ?" she said with a serious tone to her voice.
"Um ... OK ... sure. What?" his voice sounded worried.
"It makes me feel good when you look at me like that," she admitted. "It makes me feel pretty ... and sexy. It makes me feel like a woman."
Sam stared at her. It was like his fairy godmother had appeared suddenly and waved her wand and this beautiful princess was giving him permission to have that boner in his pants.
"Really?" he asked, astonished. "Even though I'm your brother?"
"Really," she said firmly. "I haven't felt like this for a long time."
"But what about Randy?" asked her brother.
"He doesn't look at me like that much any more," she admitted, still feeling the compulsion to admit to her brother that he had been right and she had been wrong. "I think maybe I made a mistake marrying him."
It was deathly silent after her statement. She worried, wondering if her brother would suddenly grin and yell "I told you so, you stupid bitch!"
But he didn't. Instead he said "I'm sorry Alex. That must really suck."
"It's not so bad," she lied, suddenly feeling very lonely. For the first time she had admitted to herself that she had chosen badly when she "bagged the quarterback". She was amazed that she had admitted it to her little brother at the same moment. "It helps, though, knowing that you still think I can look sexy."
Sam groaned. "Damn, Alexis, I've thought you were the sexiest woman alive for years now. You had to know that."
She grinned. "Oh, I knew you kept coming into my room to talk whenever I was half dressed. I just never knew how good that made me feel back then. I've learned a lot in the last year Sam." Her grin faded a little. "I made my bed, and now I have to lie in it."
Sam, who was sitting her bed, looked up. "Let's not talk about you lying in bed, OK? That dress is hard enough on me."
Alexis laughed and tousled his hair. "You're so sweet," she giggled. "Why couldn't I have fallen in love with a sweet man like you?"
"Cause I'm one of a kind," said her brother grinning. Things had been defused and he was able to tease her now. He liked the feeling. Most men don't know a woman they can flirt with harmlessly, and it was a lot of fun to do it. "So ... what are you going to do about ... those?" He pointed one finger at her chest.
"Oh, I'll just put in some nursing pads. Just the way you looked at me almost made me squirt. Wouldn't want that to happen on my date, now would I?"
Visions of streams of warm white milk staining her dress flitted through Sam's brain and his prick gave a lurch. "Um ... you could just feed Todd before you left. Then there wouldn't be anything left to leak," he suggested.
"And show off my fat ugly nipples to a bunch of strangers out on the dance floor?" Alexis arched an eyebrow.
"I don't know about fat, but no way are they ugly," sighed Sam. His eyes grew concerned at his outburst.
Alexis smiled, though, feeling more pleasure at being complimented. She had the sudden urge to be naughty.
"I guess that's not a terrible plan, all things considered. Maybe I should try it and see if it works."
"Yeah," sighed Sam, feeling like he had dodged a bullet. "Good idea."
"So, go get Todd up and bring him here," said Alexis.
"Now? ... Me? ... Here?" Sam croaked.
"Of course now, silly. He'll be hungry when he wakes up anyway. What's the matter. You've seen me nurse him before, haven't you?"
"Um ... no ... I think I'd remember that," said her brother, his voice low.
"You are the sweetest thing," her voice tinkled. "Well, we're family, so don't be embarrassed. You've been trying to get a look at my boobs for years. Now's your chance."
Sam turned around and adjusted himself again on his way to the nursery. He got there to find his nephew awake and making little sounds as he stared up at the carousel of baby toys suspended above the crib. The baby's eyes went to his uncle and his face moved as he started to cry.
Sam picked him up and held him awkwardly, afraid he'd drop the little thing or something. He carried the baby in his two hands, arms outstretched, as if carrying something he didn't want to get against his clothes because it might get him dirty.
Alexis laughed when he came into the room.
"You need lessons in holding a baby," she said in mock anger. "Go get his diaper bag. I can't believe I left him here with you alone. I thought you knew more about babies."
"Give me a break here," said Sam. "I guess I never paid much attention before."
"That's because you quit coming to see me," she said.
"That's because you moved away," he retorted.
"I've been back for months now," she came back.
"OK, OK, I'm sorry." He left for the baby's room again and snatched up the diaper bag. When he got back he said "OK, now what do I do?"
Alexis laid Todd on the bed and expertly changed his diaper, which was wet, but not soiled. She gave a running commentary on why she was doing everything she did. The baby fussed the whole time.
"Why's he crying like that?" asked Sam.
"He's hungry. Men are always hungry," she said. "Especially when a woman's breast is involved."
She finished up, dropping the old diaper in a wastebasket nearby.
"Now he's all ready to eat," she said. "Hold him while I get ready."
She picked up the baby and thrust him in Sam's direction, showing him how to cradle the baby up against his chest and pat his little back. Then she stood back, reached behind her neck, and brought the two little strings to the sides. The cloth covering her breasts fell, revealing the tops of both breasts. The foundation bra clung to and held the bottoms of her breasts until she pushed at the material, which then fell to her waist.
His fairy princess stood in front of him, topless.