the fastener on my pants. When she slid one hand inside my waistband, I politely pulled my stomach in a little to give her some room and make it easier for her; I saw her ears pinken a trifle as she slightly blushed. With my pants unfastened, her hand was a lot steadier when she took the tab of my zipper and started pulling it down. Once she was done with it, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and started easing my pants down even as she was kneeling down in front of me. After she'd gotten my pants puddled around my ankles, I slid my feet out of the loafers I'd put on, and carefully lifted each leg in turn so that Sis could finish pulling them off and move them, and my shoes, off to the side. Once she'd slid my socks off, all that was left was my underwear. With another deep breath to calm herself, she reached out to remove that last impediment to my nudity. Just as she'd done with my pants, she eased her thumbs inside the waistband and slowly slid them down. I wasn't surprised when her focus seemed to be on my cock and balls, even as my shorts fell below my knees. I ended up just standing there for several seconds before she remembered to give each leg a gentle nudge to let me know she wanted to get my underwear over with the rest of my clothes. That accomplished, she readily turned back to look at me for several seconds before sliding her hands up the backs of my legs until she had my ass cupped in her hands.
After giving my ass a couple of squeezes, she moved them around so that they were resting on the fronts of my thighs before she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the head of my penis. Only then did she move to stand up again, take a half-step back, and simply tell me 'Your turn.' I knew the dress she was wearing fastened up the back, so I calmly moved so that I was behind her. Reaching to take her hair in one hand, I pulled it to the side so that I could give her a soft kiss on the back of her neck.
Realizing that her hair was a little bit of an obstruction, Sis reached up to hold it for me -' leaving both of my hands free to begin unbuttoning her dress. When I'd gotten the buttons all undone, I slowly opened the top of it to expose her shoulders and kissed each of them before reaching in to do to her back pretty much what she'd done to my front. She didn't have a bra on, so there was nothing to interfere with my hands delighting in the soft smoothness of her skin. Some time later, I finally eased my hands back up so that I could slip her dress the rest of the way off her shoulders. With that accomplished, I was free to re-investigate her front: her flat belly, the small dimple of her navel, the firm mounds of her breasts, and the little nubbins of her nipples. Reacquainted with that part of her anatomy, I moved my hands down so that I could slide her dress down off her hips before kneeling down and guiding her to step out of it, and the low-heeled shoes she was wearing. In the process of doing all that, I discovered that she'd put on some stockings. stockings, not pantyhose, and that they were held up by their sheer attraction to her legs -' something that I could easily empathize with. After carefully laying her dress across the back of the chair that she'd put my clothes on, I knelt down behind her again -' drawn by the sight of her cute butt exposed by the almost nonexistent panties she had on. Using just my fingertips, I traced a line from her ankles to her waist before slipping my thumbs under the band of her panties. As I drew them down her hips, I leaned forward to kiss the top of the cleft of her ass, then each of her cheeks. When I could, I reached farther into the leg openings of her panties so that I could use my entire hand to touch her as I slid them down her legs. When she'd stepped out of them, I tossed her panties onto the chair, where they kept my shorts entertained. Slowly and gently tracing my hands back up her legs, I was finally able to cup the firm globes of her ass in my hands.
After caressing her ass for a bit, I gave it a gentle squeeze before going about removing her stockings. Rather than simply just rolling each of them down until I could slip them off her feet, I chose to do something different: use my hands to softly stroke her legs as part of rolling each one down. Even when one was just above her knee, I was sliding my hand nearly the entire length of her thigh before rolling it down a little farther. Each stocking, and the leg it contained, got the same treatment -' and I was certainly in no hurry to finish the job!
Finally, though, it was done, and Sis was as naked as I was. Still kneeling behind her, I reached up to put my hands on her hips, then gently guide her to turn around. When she was facing me, I slowly leaned forward to place a small, soft kiss on her belly, right at the edge of her pubic hair. That was followed by another to her navel, and then each of her nipples as I slowly moved to stand up. Despite having already seen her nude, clothed, and just about everything in between many times over, I was still left with the feeling that undressing her that way was somehow something to be treasured -' that that simple act was as special as the occasion, and that the resulting exposure of her body to me was something that would stay with me for the rest of my life. Having reached the way point of both of us undressing each other, I simply waited to see what was next. Sis moved toward me and reached up to put her hands behind my head again. It took only the lightest touch from her for me to understand that she wanted me to tilt my head down so we could kiss again -' something I was more than willing to do. Our first kiss was feather light, and brief.
When she pulled back from me slightly, I saw the love she felt for me reflected in her eyes. That touched me in a way that I'd never really felt before, and I didn't hesitate to kiss her back, putting every iota of the love and affection I had for her into it even as I put my arms around her to hold her close. While that second kiss was every bit as soft and gentle as the first, it lasted much longer as each of us let the other know how we felt. Even though I didn't figure I'd come anywhere near expressing all the love I felt for her, our lips finally did part. When she looked up at me, I could see that I'd managed to give Sis some idea of how deeply I cared for her by the look of love she gave me. Without saying anything, she eased herself back from me before taking one of my hands and leading me over to her bed, where she guided me to lie down on my back. Satisfied with my position, she soon moved so that she was lying next to me on her side, one of her legs across both of mine and her head nestled into the hollow of my shoulder. I managed to get my arm around her so that my hand was resting on her waist, content to simply hold her like that. A couple of minutes must have passed with us just lying there before I heard her say 'Danny, will you do something for me?' Surprised at the question, I answered 'Of course I will, Sis.' She tilted her head to look at me and said 'You don't know what it is yet.' I kissed her on the forehead before I told her 'It doesn't matter. I love you. This is your time, and whatever you want, I'll do my best to give it to you.' Obviously pleased by my response, she told me 'Well, I don't think you'll mind this. What I wanted you to do was wait a little bit before we actually make love.' 'Okay.'
Surprised by my ready agreement, she asked 'Don't you want to know why, or how long?' 'I know why, and how long' I answered, before adding 'The 'why' is because that's what you want, and the 'how long' is until whenever you're ready. That's all I need.' She turned her head to kiss my chest before looking up at me again and saying 'You're such a dear! Maybe that's enough for you, but I still want to tell you: what I want to do is help you have a climax first, so that when we actually do start making love, it'll last longer. As good as you've made me feel before, I know that once we get past the first part, then the rest of it will feel really good, and I want that part to last as long as it can.' I suppose that most guys would have felt some pressure at hearing something like that, but I didn't. If anything, it told me that Sis really did trust me not to hurt her (or, at least, make any pain as small as possible), which was something I was already determined to do. It also reassured me that she was looking forward to our making love enough to be able to anticipate actually enjoying it. 'Do you want me to do anything for you?' I asked. 'No, not for this part -' but definitely for the next!' she replied, grinning.
With that settled, she nestled into my side again. Several minutes later, though, I felt her start caressing my chest; not much later, she had worked her way down to where she could take my penis in her hand. After she started toying with me and felt me begin to respond, she raised herself up to give me a kiss; I managed to draw her into a couple more before she began working her way down my body, applying soft kisses and gentle bites along the way. When she finally reached my semi-erect penis, she didn't hesitate to take me into her mouth. Knowing what she had in mind, I didn't have any problem with letting her use her lips and mouth and tongue to not only finish getting me hard, but move me along toward a climax. In fact, it only took a few minutes before she had me erupting into her mouth as she eagerly swallowed every drop of my cum. When she'd drained me to the point that my penis finally began to shrink again, she happily used her lips to squeegee any bits of my semen that might have been left behind before letting me slip from between her lips. Clearly satisfied with her handiwork, her pleased smile prompted me to tell her 'That felt great, Sis!' Her smiled broadened before she told me 'Yeah, I didn't figure you'd mind that -', teasing me, as she moved to lie next to me again -' letting me pull her into another soft kiss along the way. When she was snuggled into my side, I put my arm around her again and softly caressed her side a few times before giving her a brief hug. The two of us were perfectly content to just lie there for a while, happy to be next to each other as we waited for what was yet to come. After a while, I started to really notice how Sis felt next to me -' the way her breasts felt pressing against my body, the feel of her skin against mine, and the way her soft pubic thatch faintly tickled me. And as I became more and more aware of her, I felt myself begin to respond. Still, I didn't want to rush her or start something I wasn't quite ready for; I contented myself with really experiencing having her next to me. That lasted several more minutes, until I was certain that the reaction I was having to her presence was more than just wishful thinking or some kind of false alarm. Certain that I wouldn't fail her, I was willing to see
