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“You tell all this kind of stuff to your parents?” Jeanne asked Tom. He said, “Every detail, to mom at least. Dad wouldn't want to hear about what we did in your basement last weekend.” Jeanne's eyes widened and she started punching him, but playfully. Mom laughed and said, “You are a fun lady Jeanne.” and gave her a wink. Brian broke the fight with a bold question, at least for him. “So, you're an exhibitionist? You like people to see you naked?” I looked at him, and said, “Well not at first obviously, but its growing on me, and you haven't pulled your eyes off of me since I walked down those stairs.” He blushed so hard I thought he was part octopus. “Are you, you know...” started Jeanne timidly, “wet?” This time it was me who changed boiled lobster red.

I waved her to me and sat up. She jumped up from the middle couch seat and ran over. I whispered into her ear, “very,” and she ran back while we shared a giggle. “So your mom dressed you up like that?” She asked back on the couch. “Guilty!” my mom said. “Marie, would you pour us a glass of wine?” she asked me. “I thought you'd never ask”, I said while standing up to go to the kitchen. As I passed Brian on the couch I let my thigh graze his hand and exaggerated my sway as I walked.

Mean I know, but I was turned on, even if Brian had a snowballs chance in hell of ever actually taking my v card. The kitchen was open, so there was no hiding, not that it mattered since I had been naked for the past 30 minutes in plain sight. Victoria's Secret was not secret any more. I grabbed two glasses and the bottle of wine and started back to the living room only to see Jeanne and Mom run up the stairs giggling. I walked back in and said, “What the hell was that about?”

“Oh”, Tom replied, “Jeanne said she wants a sexy costume too so mom is dolling her up. I made her promise to not get too sexy. I don't need Brian ogling my sister and my girlfriend.” “Well, maybe my skin can get a break from his Sauron eye. We've got to get the hobbits to Isengard.” I joked with my hands raised at shoulder level waving my torso to the rhythm of the speech. I ignored them watching my breasts jiggle when I did it. Instead of going to my old seat, I stood in front of the couch where Jeanne had been, put one glass in front of Tom, and one in front of the middle seat. I could only imagine Brian with his face a few feet from my ass as I poured the wine glasses higher than a proper lady should. Enjoy the close up buddy, but look, don't touch. I took Jeanne's seat between them. He'd already seen my snatch from front and behind, so I decided to sit cross-legged. I had already shown tonight, I was no lady. Mom may have tricked me into her exhibitionist pyramid scheme, but I was a daddies girl.

Tom thanked me for the wine and we watched Kurt Russel kill aliens on tv. It wasn't long before Brian had a hand, accidentally I'm sure, slightly touching my thigh. I let it slide, let the boy have his fun. He wasn't touching anything sensitive, Five minutes later it had become an open palm resting on my mid thigh. Whoa there cowboy. I was honestly amused he had the nuts, so I let him get away with it. Then he started gently squeezing while trying to move to upper thigh land. Give a mouse a cookie and all that. I didn't slap him, or even touch him, because I didn't want Tom to see and get pissed about him making a move on his sister. I leaned over to tell him to whisper to him to remove his hand, but he took my lean as a sign to move in for the kill, and at the same time I was whispering, “Stop touching me”, his hand landed right on my pubis.

His eyes widened, my eyes widened, and he whispered, “I'm so sorry.” “Not yet you aren't”, I growled. His hand still rested on my genitals like he was scared stiff! I tried to remain calm and grabbed his hand to place it on his lap, but as I moved it, it brushed my clitoris and I exhaled in shock. His eyes got wider and his hand shot back to himself. “You ok?” Tom asked. “I'm fine, just spilled some wine on my tit, right Brian?” I asked. “Yeah”, he said.

“Keep an eye on em, make sure those tits don't go anywhere Brian”, Tom chuckled.

“You'd probably let this guy take your sister wouldn't you you insensitive prick!” I yelled at him.

“I'm not your guardian, you're a grown ass woman," came his reply. I was mad at his chauvinism. I secretly spilled some wine on my right breast for real. “You wouldn't even feel like defending my honor a little!” I yelled. “Not a bit.” He said.