I have been in love with Jude for over two
years. We share a lot of laughs, take care of each other in
so many ways, and find time, in between our busy schedules, to
have the occasional lunch or dinner together. I know she
usually thinks of me as an older brother, or maybe as an advisor
or counselor, because we talk a lot about life and money and
boyfriends. I never think of her as my sister; to stay
sane, I just think of her as a friend, a very good friend, and
leave it at that.
Over the years I have given her a number of presents. When
I was married, my wife liked lots of little presents, something
for every holiday. She always said that giving her little
gifts made her think that she was always on my mind. She
was, but with her death, and after a long time mourning, I think
of other things now. But I never have forgotten her
admonition. I suppose that I have transferred that love,
and my some of my hopes and dreams, to Jude.
This last Christmas, I bought her something special. We
live close to one another, so I walked over on Christmas morning
to let her have it. I had looked long and hard for it,
because I don't usually buy her clothes and I wanted to be sure
she would wear it.
The outfit was made of silk, dark gray, with a big open weave in
the tank top and a slightly tighter weave in the very short
skirt. Jude has a very good figure,with great legs, a tight
ass, and gorgeous breasts. The outfit was quite
transparent. I remember that the shop-girl told me I should
buy "my girl" a silk slip, but I had not done so.
A slip would have almost seemed too personal.
Jude had a little present for me. I always kid around about
wanting socks and that is what she got for me. They were
nice, just as I like them, with lots of pattern and different
colors. I don't know what my face looked like, but she took
one look at me and got a little frown on her face. I
smiled, and looked up at her. "Just what I
wanted," I joked, and held one up to my foot and calf to
model it.
Jude laughed and opened her present. As she pulled aside
the wrapping and tissue paper, she gasped. "Oh, it's
just beautiful!" Without thinking, I replied "Why
don't you try it on." Then I gasped.
She stood up and laid the box on her chair. Her top went
over her head. Her pants fell to the floor. She
unhooked her brassiere and dropped it onto the growing
pile. Only her panties remained, soft and lilac against her
tanned skin.
She picked up the tank top and slipped her arms into the
bodice. Raising them above her head, the soft material slid
down her arms and over her shoulders, settling atop her
breasts. A shiver went through her and the hem coaxed its
way over her nipples and fell to her waist. Suddenly,
seeing her standing there in the top and her panties, I realized
I wanted her. I didn't want to wait for her to try on the
skirt. I didn't even want her to leave on what she already
had. But I said nothing. It was as if a magic spell
had overcome me.
As if in slow motion, I saw her pick up the skirt and step into
it. She reached down and pulled up her arms, bringing the
skirt up her legs slowly. The waistband caught at her
buttocks. She flexed slightly, and the skirt slid into
place. She was fully dressed, except that her breasts and
nipples stared at me through the silk and her panties cut a lilac
swath across her middle. Placing a finger tip on her lips,
she pantomimed to me to be quiet, then reached up under her skirt
and pulled her panties down around her ankles and stepped out of
them.
My mind screamed a question at me. "What are you
doing?" was all I could think. I didn't know.
But what I did know was that fully clothed, Jude looked sexier
than if she had been standing there stark naked. Back under
her spell, I walked to her, leaned over, and kissed her on each
nipple. They hardened under my tongue and extended through
the clothe. I nipped each one in turn with my teeth, but it
was not enough.
I fell to my knees and looked up at her. "I am
sorry," I groaned. "I should not have done
that."
"Don't worry, David," she whispered. "I have
read your stories before and know what you want. I want to
give it to you."
Did she mean sex? I love sex, but I love sucking and
licking even more. What did she mean? I didn't have
to wait long to find out.
She leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. Kissing has
always been reserved in my life for the women I have loved.
Jude was telling me she knew I loved her. Then she told me
so much more.
Without disrobing, she turned, looking back over her
shoulder. "Please," she said in a little girl
voice. "Please do the things I know you want to
do."
I pulled her to me and kissed the back of her knee. Her
back arched and her leg extended along my rib-cage. I
stroked her calf and her thigh, moving my hand higher with each
circle over my palm and fingers over her flesh. Finally,
reaching under her skirt, I touched her buttocks and moved my
hand into the crack of her ass.
She was wet, sticky with her own juices that lay poised within,
dammed by the swollen lips that surrounded her pussy. I
probed with my finger and her nectar dripped down my arm.
Pushing her skirt up her body, I licked myself clean and used my
tongue and lips to clean her thighs and buttocks. Still, she came
again and again.
I gave up. She was coming too much for me to keep up with
her. Desperate, I flung myself at her anus. It
twitched and spasmed under my tongue as I probed. Her urine
trickled from her pussy as I worked her anal opening. It
dribbled down my face and into my mouth, mixing with the fragrant
grease that came from her anus. Finally, as her anal ring
flexed, I pierced her with my tongue.
A huge turd lay just inside. She must have been saving it
for me. It was tasty, in a nut-like way, from the popcorn
and peanuts and chocolate-covered almonds we had snacked on the
night before at the movies. She pushed, and pushed a little
more. The pointed tip brushed against my thrusting
tongue. I moaned into her bottom, then goosed her pussy
with my unused hand. She squeaked a little sound from deep
within her throat and pushed again. Her turd slid into
view. I nibbled and licked it as it passed, and caught it
in one smooth motion as it plopped from her rear. Jude's
asshole closed with an audible "sphffft," and she
turned to me again. "What shall we do now?" she
inquired.
I held up my prize. "Let's eat!" And we
did. A little for each of us. A little for
later. A little for her panties, which we put back on her
and laid the remainder of the turd into the gusset for fun.
As we sat and talked and kissed and licked and ate, each movement
by Jude made a squishy, mushy sound that was music to my ears.
What a nice present.