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  "You've grown into a fine looking man yourself," I said as I returned his flirty gaze.

  "Oh, I've grown all right," he said as he pulled me into his arms to give me a big hug. I couldn't help but gasp, and not just because Taylor held me so tight. I could have sworn I felt something stiff in his crotch area that pressed against my belly. Could this be the "growth" he was talking about?

  As he let go of me, I had to fight the urge to glance at the front of his jeans to see if he looked as impressive as he felt.

  "So what's the plan today?" Taylor asked.

  "April was about to give us a fashion show."

  "Oh yeah?" Taylor gave me a big smile. "Bikinis and swimsuits I hope."

  I shook my head. "I'm looking for a dress to wear when I go for a job interview."

  Part of me was tempted to drag both guys into the fitting room with me as I tried on outfits. But I knew that would never work. Sneaking my brother in would have been difficult enough. Two burly frat guys would definitely arouse suspicions if one of the store clerks came around.

  I gathered up the outfits and ducked into the nearest cubicle. As I climbed out of my clothes, I rummaged through the pile for the most flattering dress I could find. I had to confess, I had picked out one or two items that weren't specifically for job interviews. They were a bit racy. It had been my plan to show off my curves to my brother. Hopefully to tempt him into regarding me as a sexy woman for once.

  At the bottom of the pile was a slinky red dress with a very low neckline. It made my breasts look luscious and full. I hadn't put on a bra that morning, and thanks to the store air-conditioning both my nipples pressed hard against the fabric. I turned from side to side as I looked at myself in the mirror, amazed at how voluptuous I appeared.

  I smoothed down the front of the outfit and stepped out of the fitting room.

  Brandon and Taylor's mouths dropped open when they saw me.

  "Damn, girl," Taylor said.

  "Wow! April, you look amazing."

  I turned in a slow circle to show off my body from all sides. The fabric clung tight to my curvy ass and showed off more leg than any other piece of clothing I owned.

  I felt a giddy thrill as both boys whistled at me.

  "If I was a job interviewer and you came into my office looking like that, I'd hire you on the spot," Taylor said. "You've got all the qualifications I'd need."

  Brandon gave his friend a shove. "Dude, this is my sister you're talking about!"

  "Hey, it was a compliment."

  It was cute to see Brandon stepping forward to defend my honor once more, even though I was secretly flattered by Taylor's comment.

  Brandon turned to me. "Maybe you should try on something less revealing," he said. "Something a little more professional."

  "I'll see what I can find." As I turned back towards the fitting room, I couldn't help but sway my hips in an exaggerated way to show off my ass to the boys one last time. I swear I could feel their eyes burning into my body.

  When I got back to the cubicle, I had a hard time removing the dress. The zipper was stuck in the back. No matter how much I struggled to slide it down, it wouldn't budge. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin the outfit. As much as I liked the dress, there was no way I could afford it.

  I peeked out the door to look for one of the sales associates to help me. No one was around. The only person nearby was my brother. I gestured frantically for him to come closer.

  "What's wrong?" he asked.

  "I need your help. I'm stuck in this dress."

  "Are you serious?"

  "Of course I'm serious! Why else would I get you to come over here."

  "I dunno," he said. "I thought you had another outfit you wanted me to see." Once more I felt his eyes drinking in my figure.

  "Where did Taylor go?" I asked.

  "He's wandering around the store trying to find more outfits for you to try on. Knowing him, it will be something totally inappropriate."

  "Stop being such a big brother," I said as I pulled him into the fitting room with me. "Just help me get this zipper unstuck."

  The room was cramped with both of us squashed so close together. He fiddled for a while but he couldn't get the zipper to budge any further than I had.

  "I guess I'm going to be stuck in this thing forever then," I said with a giggle.

  "You couldn't have picked a better dress, April. It makes you look damn sexy."

  I glanced at him over my shoulder and said in a teasing voice, "You shouldn't say those kinds of things to your sister."

  He held up his hands defensively. "Hey, I'm just telling you the truth, that's all."

  A naughty thrill went through my body. We were pressed so close together. Was this the opportunity I'd been waiting for all these years?

  "Why don't you tell me how sexy this dress makes me look," I said, hoping I wasn't pressing my luck.

  "So sexy," he said in a voice so low that it was almost a growl, "that if you weren't my sister, I'd be tempted to make a move on you."

  His comment hung in the air between us. My heart began to beat a little faster. "Then maybe it's a good job I'm your sister. We wouldn't want anything inappropriate to happen now, would we."

  "Yeah," he said, and I swear I could detect a hint of regret in his voice. "Look, I'm gonna try to get this undone again."

  He fiddled with the back of my dress, tugging the zipper back and forth. Finally, it came unstuck. Brandon slid it all the way down to the midpoint between my buttocks.

  I held my breath. My bare back was exposed. I hadn't warned my brother that I wasn't wearing a bra and panties underneath. Now he knew. His fingers were still clasped tight around the zipper.

  "Thank you," I said.

  "Any time," he whispered.

  "You can let go now," I said. "I can take care of things from here."

  As I turned around to face him, my hip brushed his crotch. The unmistakable bulge of his cock pressed against me. My brother was as hard as a rock.

  I looked up into his face. His eyes were filled with a hungry lust. It took every ounce of my self-control to keep from reaching down and cupping his manhood in my hands.

  Brandon should have stepped back, opened the door and left me alone to get undressed.

  But he didn't.

  His fingers moved to my shoulders.

  I swallowed hard. "What are you doing?"

  "Making sure you don't get tangled up in that pesky zipper again."

  The dress was halfway down my arms when Brandon suddenly came to his senses. He shook his head. "What am I doing," he said. "I shouldn't be in here."

  I covered his hands with mine to prevent him from pulling away. "I want you here," I told him.

  "Are you sure?"

  I'd never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I was half-naked in a change room with my brother, and there was no place else I'd rather be. After so many years of longing, there was no way in hell I was going to let him get away from me now.

  Standing on my tippy-toes, I leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. He gave a muffled gasp of surprise, but he didn't pull away from my mouth. So I kissed him again, fully and deeply, letting years of built up passion spill from me.

  His hands gripped my arms. He kissed me back with such intensity that I went weak at the knees. I would have fallen over if he hadn't been holding me so tight.

  As our tongues entwined, I let my wandering fingers find the bulge in his jeans. Oh God, was it possible that he had swelled even bigger than before? I fumbled with the buckle of his belt. In a matter of seconds his pants and boxers dropped to his ankles.

  Now it was my turn to gasp. He throbbed in my hand, getting larger with each caress. "I ... I've never touched a cock before," I murmured.

  I instantly regretted my comment.

  His eyes snapped open and he pulled away from me. "We shouldn't be doing this, April. It's wrong."

  "Why is it wrong?" I asked. I kept stroking his cock, refusing to let
go.

  "Because there are all sorts of things I want to do to you. Things that a brother shouldn't."

  "What kind of things?" I asked coyly, through half-lidded eyes.

  "Like be your first."

  My heart melted as he said the words. It was as if all my dreams had been answered. I pressed myself against his chest. "Brandon," I whispered. "I can't imagine anyone else but you being my first."

  He looked deep into my eyes, searching for the truth in my words. "Are you sure about this, April? I'm your brother."

  "I want this more than anything," I said as I pulled his t-shirt over his head. He didn't try to stop me. "I'm giving my virginity to you, Brandon. Unless, of course, you don't want me.

  His face flushed with emotion. "Oh, April. I've wanted you from the moment Mom introduced us. Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you. But what could I do? I didn't think it was right for a brother to feel this way about his sister."

  "Step-sister," I reminded him. And that was all it took to remove the last of his resistance.

  He pushed me hard against the wall. The muscles of his chest and torso flexed. The red dress hung loose around my body. With a harsh swipe he tugged it off my shoulders. It slipped down the length of my body and pooled at my ankles.

  At long last we were naked in front of each other: brother and sister.

  "You don't know how many times I've dreamed of this moment," Brandon said as he cupped my breasts in his rough hands. He leaned down and swiped his tongue across my pink nipples.

  I groaned under the warmth of his mouth, feeling my areolas tighten as she sucked at nipped at the sensitive flesh.

  "You taste like heaven," he said through muffled kisses that traveled from my breasts and down the center of my belly.

  I trembled against him, and had to reach out with both hands to brace myself against opposite sides of the wall. For the first time I was grateful that the fitting room was so tiny.

  My brother dropped to his knees in front of me. His kisses stopped at the edge of my mound. He leaned back on his heels, eyes full of wonder as he gazed at the soft folds of my sex. "Your pussy is so beautiful, April. So beautiful."

  I reached down to run my fingers through his thick mane of hair, encouraging him to talk less and kiss more.

  Cupping my buttocks in his hands, he drew me towards him. I widened my stance as his nose brushed across my neatly trimmed bush. "You smell amazing," he said, breathing deep.

  "Lick me," I murmured. "Please, Brandon. Lick me."

  My whole body shuddered as his mouth grazed the lips of my pussy. I almost swooned when the first lap of his tongue swiped the length of my wet slit.

  "Oh, fuck," I moaned.

  Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my brother's mouth could feel so good. He sucked at my vulva, teased the nub of my clit, and drove me wild with his forbidden kisses. With each lick, I craved his cock deep inside me.

  I tried to pull Brandon to his feet, but he wouldn't budge.

  "Just relax and enjoy yourself," he whispered. "I haven't finished eating your pussy yet."

  I bit my lower lip and whimpered as he worked his magic on me. My whole body shuddered as he gave me orgasm after orgasm. I had to keep reminding myself that we were in the middle of a dress shop. A clerk or another customer could come by at any moment and hear us. Especially if I cried out in ecstasy.

  "My turn," I said with a shuddering voice. "I want to give you oral pleasure too."

  "No, not this time," he said, climbing to his feet. "I'll have my chance later. Right now this moment is all about you."

  I gave him a goofy nod, and imagined all the things I planned to do to his cock when it was my turn.

  Brandon cupped my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. I could feel the heat of his naked body, and the pulse of his manhood against my belly. Instinctively, I spread my legs apart. The tip of him slid easily across my slippery folds.

  I looked down at his thick girth. "Is it going to fit?" As much as I wanted my brother inside me, he looked too huge for my tight, virginal pussy.

  "Don't worry, sis," he said with a big grin. "I know a way that will make this much easier for you."

  Brandon reached down and swept the dresses off the fitting room chair. He sat down with his big cock poking up proudly, and grabbed me around the hips. Lifting me into the air with ease, he made me straddle his legs.

  I stood on my toes above his pink tip, letting it brush across my wetness, but not letting it penetrate me.

  Not yet, anyway.

  "Whenever you're ready," he said.

  I nodded and placed the palms of my hands against his chest. Taking a deep breath I slowly eased myself onto his cock. I squeaked in alarm as I pushed him into me.

  "Are you okay," he asked, concerned. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

  I shook my head. "I'm fine. I'm just surprised, that's all. You feel even bigger than you look."

  He held me even tighter around the waist, supporting my weight as I engulfed him with my pussy, inch by slow inch. A delicious mixture of pleasure and pain filled my loins, but I didn't stop. I had waited for this moment for such a long time. I was too turned on to give up now.

  "Good, girl," he encouraged. "Take it nice and easy."

  Nothing had ever stretched and filled me so completely before. I had to stop from time to time to get used to the sensation.

  At last I pushed all the way down, taking my brother's cock to the hilt. Oh God, I could feel him buried deep inside my pussy.

  Brandon groaned and closed his eyes, relishing the sensation. "I can't believe how tight you are," he panted.

  It only took me a few moments to get used to the feeling of being filled so completely. Ever so gently I began to lift up and then push down on his cock—over and over.

  "Oh fuck," I hissed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You feel so good."

  His girth caused me pain, but the more I kept riding him, the better I felt. It wasn't long before I was bouncing up and down in his lap like a crazy woman.

  Just when I was getting into the swing of things, Brandon pulled me off his cock and stood up. I had no idea what he planned to do, but I knew it would probably feel amazing.

  He turned me around and said, "Bend over and put your hands on the chair."

  The fitting room mirror was in front of me. I could see my brother's beautiful face as he stood behind me, admiring my body. He gripped me by the hip with one hand, and guided his cock back inside me with the other.

  I arched my back and pushed my butt towards him. Soon he was driving into me, pounding me hard and fast.

  "Yes, oh yes," I moaned as he took me deeper and deeper. He was hitting a magical spot inside me that sent waves of pleasure washing through my body.

  We were both so lost in the moment that neither of us heard the knock at the cubicle door.

  There was another knock, this time it was louder. Taylor called out, "April? Brandon? Are you guys in there?"

  My brother and I froze. I looked over my shoulder at him. We exchanged a sly smile. Neither of us had to say a word to know what the other was thinking.

  Brandon was still buried inside my pussy when he reached back and unlocked the door.

  "Where did you guys go?" Taylor said. "I thought you left the ... holy shit!" Taylor took one look at our naked bodies, caught in mid-fuck, and hurried inside the room. He locked the door behind him. "What the hell are you doing!"

  "What does it look like," Brandon said, as cool as a cucumber. He continued to pump his cock in and out of me, as if we were still alone.

  I moaned with each thrust and looked back at Taylor. A combination of shock and arousal filled his eyes. My gaze traveled the length of his body, stopping at the bulge in his trousers. All I had to do was lick my lips once, and my message was conveyed, loud and clear.

  Without another word Taylor stripped out of his clothes, adding them to the growing pile on the floor. When he was naked, I pulled him close and gave him a k
iss. "I know that you want me," I said.

  "Who told you that?"

  "Who do you think, silly," I said.

  Brandon grinned at both of us as he continued to pound my ass.

  I reached out and stroked Taylor's cock which grew larger by the second. To my delight he was every bit as long and thick as my brother.

  "I want you to fuck me too, Taylor," I whispered.

  Brandon pulled out of me with a wet plop. "Go easy on my sister," he warned Taylor.

  "You don't have to tell me twice, buddy," Taylor replied, as the two of them changed places.

  Brandon leaned back against the wall. His cock was slick with my arousal, his torso was dewed with perspiration from his efforts. He stroked his cock as he watched with excitement as Taylor got into position behind me. I reached under to help guide his cock into my warm, wet pussy.

  I was so lubricated, that Taylor slid into me with only the tiniest bit of effort. To my surprise—and delight—he was slightly thicker than my brother. Oh fuck! He filled me even tighter!

  "That's right," I panted. "Fuck me hard, Taylor. Fuck me hard!"

  I couldn't believe that only a short while ago I had daydreamed about stealing a kiss from my brother in the fitting room. Now I was fucking both him and his best friend!

  Taylor was driving into me with such intensity that I thought I would lose my mind from sheer pleasure. Through the mirror I could see the shockwaves of his thrusts making my buttocks ripple. I'd never seen anything so erotic in my entire life.

  Taylor may have been bigger than my brother, but he certainly didn't have Brandon's stamina.

  "I'm coming," he grunted. "Oh fuck, I'm coming!"

  His cock bucked inside me. The warm rush of his seed filled my pussy. I squeezed my muscles tight, milking him of every last drop.

  Taylor pulled out of me, panting hard.

  "That was so goddamn hot," Brandon said, stepping forward again. He swept me into his arms and lay me on my back in the pile of dresses on the floor. Grabbing my ankles, he spread my legs wide. Taylor's cum spilled from my cunt, but it didn't seem to bother my brother.

  He leaned over my body and kissed me. Our tongues swirled in a passionate dance.

  "I want you inside me again," I murmured against his lips.