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My Dad putts pressure on me to get laid

I was a senior year of high school and I needed a date for prom. I hadn’t even planned on going to prom; but the “this isn’t an option Justin” from my dad stopped that thought. He still thinks I’m gay and I can’t convince him otherwise; which meant I had to find a date, or he was going to flip out.

It was Saturday morning, and I was in the driveway shooting hoops with Katherine my sister; when it hit me like a load of bricks. Oh my God, Katherine is a girl. Now, you must understand my sister is a bit different, which is why we’ve always gotten along great. She got to college on a basketball scholarship and she ran track in high school. She’s fit, trim; and will beat the shit out of a guy in a heartbeat.

“What’s with the shit eating grin?” Katherine looked at me.

“You’re a girl” I said dumbly.

“No shit Justin, what gave you the first clue; the tits?” Katherine barked out a laugh.

“No, I mean you’re a GIRL” I smiled.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa” Katherine held up her hands. “You can skip that idea” she gave a scowl.

First of all Katherine knew about my rounds with Dad over the prom, hell she had heard them enough around the house. Second, my sister is both very smart, and not bad looking.

At twenty Katherine has that natural look that honestly a lot of women would kill for. She stands five nine and weighs in at maybe a hundred and twenty pounds. She’s has an athlete’s body with toned legs and muscular arms; that taut belly and a natural tan from spending years outside. Add to it a not so bad set of 34B’s she keeps bound up in sports bras; even for a sister she’s kind of cute.

“Come on, I’ll throw in fifty bucks” I said quickly.

“First…fifty isn’t near enough to go on a date my sicko brother” she snatched the basketball from my hands. “Second, we live in the same house; I can see dad’s face when I march down the stairs as your fucking date” she snorted.

“What if I make it a hundred” I added back quickly. “And I actually have an idea about how to get around the house thing” I told her.

“Look Kat” I said quickly before she could open her mouth. “You know what this is about…you’ve been there” I threw in my biggest shot.

Katherine did know; two years ago, when she was a senior, she had gone through the same thing with dad. I was about the only one who knew that her prom “date” was a member of her basketball team she had paid a hundred dollars to fake being her date. She had pulled the same thing I was suggesting.

“Bite it” she growled. “Look Justin he won’t buy it; he’ll know it was me.” She sighed.

“I figure you spend how many nights over at Jess’s” I shot back.

Jessica was Katherine’s longtime friend; and I suspected she might be a lover for Kat; but it was none of my business. I just knew that at least once a month Katherine spent an overnight at her friends.

“Let me get this straight, you want me to go spend the night at Jess’s, and be your prom date?” She stared at me.

“It could work” I insisted. “We go to the prom, word gets back to dad I actually had a girl for a date, and he gets off my back” I argued.

“While I admit I pulled it off”, Katherine shook her head. “It won’t work for you”, she said.

“Why not, you said it worked for you”. I was desperate.

Katherine looked at me for a moment, and then slowly walked up closer. She stood almost nose to nose with me; so close I could smell her sweat.

“You do know you’re asking your sister out on a date”, she stared at me with fire in her eyes.

“No”, I said calmly. “I’m asking my best friend out on a date”, I said.

The fire in her eyes dimmed and she stared at me. “Justin…” she said slowly, and then sighed.

“I’ll need to talk to Jess. If I’m staying with her, she is in on this; got it?”, she said quietly.

“Understood” I said quickly as I realized she was agreeing. “Just tell her she gets a couple extra carpet munching sessions”, I said smartly.

A bit too smartly as Katherine’s slender hand came straight up and wrapped around my throat. The fire flared in her eyes as she looked at me.

“You ever say that again, I’ll rip your nuts off” she hissed. “Besides” she smirked, as she let go of my throat, “She tastes fucking awesome!”

I just shuddered at her remark as she dropped the ball on the driveway and headed for the house. Halfway across the lawn she turned at looked at me.

“We do this the right way Justin” she told me. “You ask proper, I’ll decide; and YOU pay; got it?”

I just nodded happily. Once again problem solved, I figured.

A week later, after checking my finances from my part-time job; I knocked softly on Katherine’s bedroom door.

“Come in”, I heard from the other side.

I stepped in and looked around. There was teddy bear sitting on her properly made bed; the smell of perfume in the room; and just a hint of pink that showed a hidden female lived here.

“Hey”, I asked softly.

“Yeah”, Katherine looked up from her textbook she was studying from.

“I was wondering…”, shuffling my feet. “Uhhh, if you are free Saturday…maybe we could go grab a pizza at Montalupo’s?”, as I looked up at her.

Katherine sat on her bed and looked at me for a moment. “I’d like that”, she said softly.

“Cool!” I started to turn and leave. “How is say seven?”, I asked quickly.

“Sure”, she said back.

God help me I felt a surge of happiness at her sudden agreement.

“Great”, I said quickly. “I’ll pick you up at Jessica’s then”, I told her.

I can’t explain why, but I was actually thrilled having a date; and having it with Katherine for some reason made it even better. It wasn’t some girl I had to pretend with; she knew who I was. For once I could be myself. When I told Dad, I could tell he was on cloud nine. He spent the next 30 minutes, going through date etiquette with me; and when he was done handed me a condom. I wanted to groan with frustration.

The day before our date, I got a haircut. For some reason it was important to me to be presentable. I showered that evening, and carefully picked out a pair of jeans and a button shirt.

I pulled up in front of Jess’s place at ten minutes before seven. I was nervous as hell; I’d never been on a real date, and my hand shook as I rang the bell.

Jess smiled when she opened the door. “Hey Justin, come on in”, she said with a chuckle. I stepped inside the doorway and waited.

“Katherine your date is here”, Jess called out. “Remember this is my girl you’re taking out”, she turned and looked at me. “Hands to yourself big boy”, she smiled.

“Uhhh, I promise” I said softly.

“Relax Justin”, she smiled. “You look pretty good dude”

I opened my mouth to thank her; when footsteps came from the hall, and then Katherine rounded the corner. I froze in my movement and could only stare at her. I mean I knew she was a female; shit she was my sister; but holy shit. Long dark hair flowed out around her shoulders, highlighting her face and those big brown eyes. She seemed to move with a fluid grace as she walked towards us. She was wearing an angora sweater that hugged her body; those 34B’s jutting straight out at me. She had on a pair of form fitting jeans that hugged her hips and muscular thighs like a second skin.

“Jesus”, I whispered.

“Pretty nice package, eh”, Jessica chuckled at my soft outburst.

“No shit”, I whispered softly as I stared at Katherine.

“You can put your tongue back in”, Katherine said as she looked at me, picking up her purse.

I shook myself, trying to regain control. I opened the front door and held it for her.

“Have her back by midnight”, Jess called out as we walked down the driveway.

I own a beat-up old Ford truck. Most people hate trucks; that night I found another reason to love mine. I held open the passenger door and helped Katherine climb into the passenger seat. The view of that tight ass encased in those jeans; sent a surge south of the belt line like I had never felt before.

Down boy, I screamed silently to myself as I rounded the truck and climbed in. The drive to Montalupo’s was quiet; but when we started to both laugh at dad giving me the condom, things finally started to lighten up. I must admit, for someone who does not date, the next two and a half hours were some of the best I could ever recall.

For the first time, I could open up to someone who actually cared, and she listened. I heard her talk about her school studies and basketball, listening to her frustrations and victories; and for once, I was actually interested.

When Katherine glanced at her watch, I knew it was time. With a heavy sigh I asked the waitress for the tab. I slipped cash for the bill and a tip inside the folder while Katherine sat and watched; a small smile on her face.

“You know I’ve never had a guy buy me dinner”, she said softly as we settled in for the drive back to Jess’s.

“Then I consider myself very lucky”, I said quietly.

“You mean that don’t you”, her voice came in the dark cab.

“Very much, it’s been one of the best nights of my life”, I answered honestly.

“I have to admit…mine too”. I felt her slender fingers twine in mine as my hand rested on my thigh. “Thanks Justin”, she said in a soft voice.

“No, I should be thanking you”, I gently squeezed her hand.

I pulled into Jess’s driveway and got out, coming around to the passenger side. I opened the door and held out a hand. Instead, Kat slid out and down into my arms; her back against the seat. We were hidden beside the truck with the open door blocking the house side.

“You know he’s going to ask you if you kissed your date good night”, she said in a quiet voice.

“I know”, I shook my head.

“Do it”, her voice came softly to my ears.

“Katherine…”, I felt my throat tighten.

“Be a man Justin”, she murmured softly.

We were standing in that tight space, so close I could smell the strawberry in her shampoo; and yet with only a dim porch light casting a shadow, only her large brown eyes shone as she watched me.

Something inside me, maybe it was the smell of her hair or the touch of her hand, I moved without thinking and closed the final inches as my lips found hers in the dark.

“Mmmmmmmm”, I felt the tremor of her lips as she moaned softly.

This was no sibling kiss; this was a dates’ kiss. It was soft and yearning, with a hidden hunger in the background. By the time we pulled apart I could hear her labored breathing and I fought to catch my own breath.

“Sorry”, I mumbled.

“Justin, do me a favor”, Katherine’s voice filled the darkness. “Do that again”, she said softly.

I didn’t think about it, I just responded. I pulled her into my arms, wrapped them around her. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest as my lips found hers a second time. This time, my tongue slid into her mouth; to duel with hers. I felt her hands slide up my back as she held tightly; her throat thrumming as she moaned into our kiss again.

By the time we separated again, we were both gasping for breath.

“This is dangerous”, she whispered softly.

Without a word Katherine slipped around me and walked to the front door of the house. She stopped and looked back at me as she held the doorknob.

“How ‘bout a movie next Saturday?”, I yelled.

“I hope you pick a good movie”, she said back to me, and then disappeared into the house.

I drove away, with seven inches of steel hardness between my legs caused by my sister. I kept hearing Katherine say, ‘this is dangerous.’

“And…how did it go?”, Jess asked.

“He was the perfect gentleman”, Katherine said softly. “And I’m soaking wet”, she continued looking at her friend. Jess said, “then let’s clean you up”.

Justin knew he only had a few more weeks before prom, so the time crunch made me him push a bit faster than he wanted. He informed his parents he had another date the following Saturday.

His father had given him the scowl when he said he had not bedded the ‘girl’ on their first date.

“Get with it boy”, his father had scowled.

But when I told them it was a movie date, his father applauded.

“Perfect”, he told Justin. “The old hand can land anywhere in the dark and who is to blame.”

Justin felt his stomach flip. After the ending of their first date, the kiss he and Katherine had shared was far beyond anything a brother and sister should. Could he really make a pass at her in the dark theater? How would she react?

Those thoughts never totally went away; even when he pulled into Jess’s driveway the following Saturday. The last week he and Katherine had hardly seen each other; she was finishing her exams and he was trying to get every extra he could in at his job. He hadn’t heard her leave the house earlier in the day, and he had wanted to see how she would dress.

As he stood inside the entryway waiting, Jess just watched him. He could feel butterflies in his stomach, he shook himself inside; this is your sister for God’s sake, he thought. He turned at the sound of steps and when Kat walked around the corner, he couldn’t stop the surge of blood that filled his cock even if had wanted to.

Her hair was done up in softer curls and lay splayed out on her shoulders. This time she wore a touch of make-up and her lips were glistening a light pink. She wore a light blue button blouse, and the first two buttons were undone, giving just the hint of cleavage from her breasts. The material was thin enough Justin could just barely make out the hint of her bra through the fabric.

She was wearing a mid-thigh leather skirt that hugged her hips and flowed with the curve of her ass like a black velvet second skin. Justin trailed his eyes from her firm supple thighs down her tanned legs to the sky-blue painted toenails in open heels.

“Holy fucking God”, he whispered softly.

Katherine turned and looked at him, hearing the soft murmur.

“You’re beautiful”, Justin choked out.

“Thank you”, Katherine gave a shy smile as she walked past him to the front door. As she passed by him her voice barely above a whisper, hit Justin like a load of bricks. “And you’re hard”, she said laughed calmly.

Helping her climb into the truck again, he couldn’t tear his eyes from her. Katherine looked at him.

“Is my outfit too overboard?”, she asked.

“No, it’s fucking hot!”, Justin admitted.

They rode in silence in the growing dark until Justin could barely discern her tanned thighs next to him, but the image was burned into his brain from his continuous peeks when Katherine shifted in her seat or crossed her legs.

Picking the movie had been one of the easiest things Justin had done. He and his sister had almost the same likes and dislikes. He pulled into the theatre parking lot and found a spot. As he turned off the engine, Katherine reached out and gripped his hand in the dim light of the parking lot.

“We’ve always been honest with each other”, she said softly.

“Yes”, Justin said slowly, not sure where this was going.

“Are you still hard?”, he heard her ask in a small voice.

“Yes”. Justin couldn’t deny it, and she was right they had always been honest together.

“Why you still hard?” Katherine asked as she turned and looked at him.

“Don’t ask”, he choked out. “It’s wrong.”

“Is it because of my outfit?” Her voice sent a tremble through him.

“Yes”, he could barely speak the word.

Justin walked around the truck and opened the door. He extended his hand, but this time Katherine turned to full face him. As she prepared to slide out of the seat; her thighs parted. Justin couldn’t help himself; it was like a magnet pulling his eyes, and he glimpsed the color of purple lace between her firm thighs just as she started to slide towards him.

For the first hour of the movie Justin was in pure hell. He barely saw much of the show as every time Katherine crossed her firm muscular thighs, his eyes were drawn to her legs. When he glanced up his heart rate nearly doubled. Didn’t she only have two buttons open? He thought. Now three were undone and the top half of her breasts were clearly in view in the flickering light of the screen.

He had hoped that the distraction of the movie would help his raging hard cock subside. Instead, it was the opposite. He lost track of how many times her fingers gripped his arm; and once, she reached out and gripped his thigh only inches below his groin. The constant contact and the sight of her exposed flesh kept a steady flow of blood pumping into his engorged cock.

Finally, he couldn’t stand the tension and suspense. The words of his father rang in his ear; you could always blame it on the dark, he thought. He reached out and took a drink of his soda; replacing it in the holder, instead of resting his hand on the armrest, he let his hand drift to the side and let it come to rest on the smooth skin of Katherine’s thigh.

For a brief second, he felt her tense under his touch; and then she relaxed. He had expected her to yell at him, but her face stayed locked to the screen. He was more shocked when she made no attempt to stop him as his hand slowly drifted over her thigh.

Her skin was warm and soft under his fingers; and Justin marveled at how smooth her legs were. He began to explore the length and width of all that bare skin; each inch sending more blood into his already painful hard cock. When his hand bumped the edge of her skirt, Katherine reached down and gripped his wrist.

Oh God, she’s going to tell me to stop, Justin thought. Instead, he was shocked by her soft words.

“What color are they?”, Katherine asked in a soft whisper, while her eyes never left the screen.

Justin knew then she had seen him peeking when she got out of the truck. His immediate reaction was to deny and to claim ignorance. But it was the thought they had always been close that changed his mind.

“Purple…lace”, he whispered back.

Justin was further shocked when she slowly released his wrist but did not move his hand away. Instead, she lifted her hand and rested it on her arm rest at her side. When he didn’t move his hand for a moment, in rabid fear, Katherine gently parted her thighs, inviting him in.

Sliding higher Justin found the edge of her now drenched panties, amazed at how much moisture clung to her thighs and seeped through the cloth. God, she’s a fucking swamp he realized. He slid his middle finger up the crease of her thin panties, until he found the hard bud of her clit. He began rubbing it lightly.

“Unngggggghhhhhhhhhhhh”, Katherine gave out a low guttural moan.

Justin continued to tease and pleasure that hard bud. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing became even more labored. Finally, she turned and looked at him, a fire glinting in her eyes.

“If you don’t put your finger inside me right now, I swear to God I’ll scream” her voice low and husky.

Justin knew what they were doing was wrong. It was not only culturally illegal, but morally wrong. And if his parents ever found out, he would be disowned. It didn’t matter at that moment, as he saw the sheer pleasure on Katherine’s face. Katherine pulled her soaked panties aside. Extending his middle finger, he watched her face as it slid between her soaked lips and into her steaming depth.

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