Your older sister Brenda

You find yourself looking Brenda over. With her always wearing jeans and loose fitting t shirts, you never truly realized what a great figure she has. You can't even remember the last time you saw her legs, but they look great, long, slender and shapely. You can't think of the last time you saw her showing any cleavage either. She rarely ever goes out except to fight for some cause and she hasn't had a boyfriend in a few years. You decide that you're going to release some of her pent up needs.

"I'm going up to my room to grab a little nap, okay?" you announce as you stand, trying your best to cover up the throbbing bulge in the front of your jeans.

"Of course honey," you mom says with an understanding smile. "You haven't been on your feet in a while. You must be tired. I'll come wake you up when dinner's ready."

"I'll go up with you John," your older sister Brenda says. "I'm going to get changed," she explains to the others as you put that thought in her head.

You head up the stairs together and you look at her, your eyes travelling up and down her athletic, curvaceous body. At the top of the stairs, you drop back a bit, admiring the view of her rear as she walks slightly in front of you. She can feel your eyes on her.

"What?" she asks, turning her head and seeing you looking her over.

"I never realized until now just what a hot looking sister I have," you grin.

"Stop that." she says, blushing deeply.

"I mean it Brenda," you tell her as you're both stopped in the upstairs hallway. "I don't know why you don't have guys banging the door down to take you out."

"Quit it, John," she blushes even more, feeling self conscious, "you're embarrassing me."

"You know Brenda, you'd make a ton of money if you ever decided to become a stripper," you grin.

"Yeah, right," Brenda laughs. "In your dreams maybe, John. I could never do something like that."

"How do you know until you try it?" you smile, leaning against the door to your room.

"Go take your nap," she laughs and turns to head down to her room, but you've been inspired by your own suggestion.

"Try it out on me," you suggest. "I know you'll be good at it."

"Yeah, right," she laughs, "take my clothes off in front of my own brother?"

"Why not? You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right?" you tell her and implant the thought for her to agree to do it.

"That's true, I guess. But I'm not a good dancer," she says, but you know she's going to do it anyway, because you're mentally telling her to.

"I'll be the judge of that," you tell her and grab her arm, pulling her into your room. "Let me put some music on and we'll see how you do," you add, turning on your stereo and finding a good station.

You sit on the end of your bed facing her as the music plays, telling her to just move to the beat. She starts to sway a bit, blushing self consciously again, her movements awkward. You tell her with your mind to feel sexy and to feel herself up a bit as she sways.

Your member pulses in your jeans as you watch her run her hands over her full breasts. You urge her on with your mind, telling her to become more aroused as she touches herself. You hear a soft moan escape her full lips as she cups her breasts and starts to knead them.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," you hear her say softly, more to herself then to you.

"Start taking your clothes off Brenda. Slowly," you prompt her.

Your mind guides her in what to remove and you see her slowly work the polo type top she has on slowly up her body. You moisten your lips as she lifts it above her bra then over her head, tossing it aside casually as you mentally instructed her to. You make a mental note to yourself to tell her to buy some sexier lingerie as you see her plain white bra.

Next comes her skirt and you see her unfasten and unzip it, watching it slide down her lean legs to lie in a heap around her feet. She steps out of it, leaving her in her plain bra and matching plain white bikini panties.

You mentally instruct her to give herself a good feeling up and to get even more aroused. You watch her slide a hand down to her mound and start to rub herself through her panties. Her other hand moves over her chest as she rubs and caresses her own breasts, her breathing becoming heavier with each caress.

Enough of the preliminaries and time for her to reveal that luscious body of hers for you. Under your mental guidance, she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra. She lets it slide down her arms to fall to the floor and your eyes widen.

Brenda's 36D breasts look to be very firm, even more so that you imagined. Her nipples are stiff and pointed and you command her to play with them. Her eyes lid and her full lips are parted as she takes her nipples between her finger and begins to toy with them. She's kind of panting as she rolls the swollen nubs and lightly pulls on them. She moistens her lips, making soft sounds of pleasure.

You want the final garment off her and you moisten your lips in anticipation as Brenda's hand move down from her full breasts the the waistband of her panties. You tell her with your mind to work them down slowly, to wiggle out of them. She does as you want her to and you see the dark curls of her trimmed mound. Her large breasts hang down from her chest as she bends over to push her panties down to her ankles and steps out of them.

As with the "fashion show" earlier, you have her turn slowly so that you can admire her naked body. Brenda is in fantastic shape. Her belly is flat, and her long legs are shapely and toned. As she turns her back to you, you see that her rear end is firm, her skin unblemished.

Your member is throbbing in your constricting jeans as she finishes her slow spin to look at you. Looking at her lithe frame has you incredibly horny and you want her to feel the same way. You ease your legs open a bit and see her gaze fixing on your prominent bulge.

She starts to walk toward you, the tip of her tongue running along her soft lips, hunger in her eyes.