only Zoe

... only Zoe, leaning against the teachers desk, staring into thin air absent-mindedly. She didn't seem to notice you, caught in her own world of thoughts, and you muster her with an open mouth from head to toe: the black cascades of her long hair are pinned up into a complex spectacle of knots and waves, everything held together by three white rods sticking out of her superb head of hair. It needs a long time to form hair like this. And another pair of hands. Her eyelashes where accented in deep black, and magenta eyeshadow is barely seen on and above her eyelids. A crimson red emphasized the fullness of her lips, making them stand out even more from her already marvellous skin. Zoe wears a beige blouse, all buttoned up, and it takes no eagle eyes to see the form of her nipples poking through it. The blouse is stuffed into a brown leather belt around her hips, tensing the fabric and thus highlighting her ample bosom even more. A thight, maroon skirt spreads from the belt, hiding her thighs up to her knees. From there on, beige stockings cover he long, shaped legs which flow into stilletos of the same colour.

You just stand there for a while, mouth gaping, almost not recorgnizing your own sister if it weren't for her kind eyes and the destinct form of her face. Zoes eyes meet yours, freeing you from the prison of your own astonishment, and a warm smile spreads over her red lips, making them even more alluring. "Hi Marcus. I'm glad you came." she giggles at the expression of your face. "Do you like the way I look?" another giggle. You just nod slowly, becoming painfully aware of your own sorry state of looks and clothing, jeans, wet almost soaking, your usual pair of worn shoes and blue sweater under your rain jacket, hair slick from the rain. "Don't worry, it's fine." she grins reassuringly at you, reading your mind as always. "Come here, little boy. Let your big sister have a better look at you."

You move towards her, legs weak, not only from the earlier exertion, and leave the door behind you open, your whole mind focused on her, enthralled by her beauty. Your heart is beating achingly through your chest, as you stop about five feet away from her. Any further advance would bring you into her strike zone and there would be no turning back. "Don't be shy, Marcus. I promise I won't eat you." she laughs without mockery, and then winks at you playfully. You take another two steps, entering the lions den, and like a reflex her left half covered arm rises to your right wet cheek, caressing it with gentle fingers. "Your are freezing! Did you run all the way from home through the rain?" You nod, now also noticing the cold which nested into your bones. "Everything for a little request from your big sister? You are making me blush." she smiles at you warmly, not blushing. "Let's get these wet clothes off your body. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold." Bowing forward she opens the zip locker of your rain jacket, revealing your almost dry sweater. "Strip, boy!" Zoe commands you, and adds, with a sheepish wink, as she sees you hesitating "You would have to anyway, rainy weather or not." You rid yourself of your jacket, dry sweater, shoes, soaking socks and wet blue jeans while Zoes fingers wander over your exposed skin sending shivers through you. "Good boy." your big sister praises you as you stand there only in your boxer shorts, your clothes in a pile next to you. Zoes eyes run up and down your from the cold air trembling body, hunger showing. She keeps you standing like this, almost naked while she is still fully clothed, feeling awkward while her fingers explore you, playing with your hair, stroking your cheeks, massaging your shoulders, tracing your collarbone, rubbing your chest and circling your nipples.