Hana closes the front door behind her, carrying a shopping bag in the other hand. "I'm home!" She says, sounding much more excited than usual. She sees you getting a glass of water in the kitchen and holds up the shopping bag for your appraisal. "I got you something," she says in a mischievous tone. She grabs you by the wrist and starts dragging you towards the stairs. "Let's go to my room before I show you what it is." You follow without protest, but something about the way Hana is acting gives you a sinking feeling in your stomach. She practically shoves you into her room, and when you turn around to see what's gotten into her, she pulls out the contents of the shopping bag, which looks to be some kind of maid outfit. She flashes you a devious smile and asks, "Whaddya think? Pretty cute, huh?" She steps closer to you, pressing the garment against your chest. "But we won't know for sure until you've tried it on."
"where's the rest of it?" I ask seeing how revealing it seems to be.
"Well, let me show you," she says, lifting the skirt up and over your hips, revealing a pair of lacy white panties underneath. "These are supposed to be pretty comfortable and sexy at the same time." She grins as she pulls the top part of the outfit up over your head and helps you get it settled in place, tying the ribbon around your waist. The outfit leaves little to the imagination;
"It doesn't even cover my chest! Where'd you get this?"
"Oh, I got it from a special lingerie shop." Hana giggles innocently as she steps back to admire her work. "It's supposed to make the wearer feel girly and feminine. And since you're going to be wearing this for me..." She trails off, walking over to stand directly in front of you. With a sly smile, she reaches up and cups your chest through the flimsy fabric of the outfit, feeling how perky your nipples are already becoming.
"Hang on. What're you doing?" I say, bringing my arm up in front of my chest defensively.
"Oh, nothing much," she says with a wink. "Just training your nipples to be more sensitive, that's all." She begins to knead and pinch them through the fabric of the outfit, eliciting sharp gasps from you as she tweaks them just right. Her touch is both pleasurable and painful at the same time, and it's clear that her intention is to make your body respond to feminine stimuli. "You'll get used to it,"
I push her away. "I never agreed to that!" I say, feeling violated by her groping of my chest.
"Oh, come on," Hana says with a laugh as she steps back, giving you some space. "You know you like it when I touch you." She walks over to her bed and sits down cross-legged, beckoning for you to sit next to her. "Come here, let's talk about this rationally." She pats the spot beside her, making it obvious that she expects you to comply with her request.
I decide to sit, but I keep a hand over my chest to stop any funny business.
"You know I only want what's best for you," Hana begins, her voice soft and gentle. "I think it would be nice if we could share this experience together. You don't have to go through with everything I suggest, but maybe just try a little bit? Just enough so that you can see how fun it is being feminine sometimes." She reaches out and gently takes your hand away from your chest, moving it back down to your lap. "It's okay,"
"I'm not some kind of pervert who'd want to do that sort of thing..." I say defensively
"Oh, come on," Hana says with a laugh, leaning in closer to you. "I know you've been enjoying dressing up and wearing these cute clothes. And let's not forget about that time I caught you playing with yourself in my underwear..." She lets the words hang in the air for a moment before continuing, her voice lowering to a seductive murmur. "It's okay to admit it; it's natural for boys your age to explore their feminine side sometimes. And besides,"
She leans in, and whispers into my ear. Sending a shiver down my spine:
"...I think it would be really fun if we could share that together." She lets her hand rest on your thigh, tracing gentle circles with her fingers as she looks into your eyes, searching for any hint of resistance. "What do you say? Do you want to try?"
I shift nervously in my seat, and can't bring myself to look at her. "I don't know..." I say, but apparently my ambivalence is enough for Hana to decide to proceed.
"Come on," Hana urges, sliding closer to you on the bed. "You know you want to." She leans in and kisses your neck softly before whispering into your ear, "I promise it'll be fun. And if you don't like it, we can stop whenever you want." Her hand moves higher up your thigh, teasingly close to where she knows you're growing aroused beneath the flimsy fabric of her maid uniform.
"I guess... Maybe we could." I say, my heart pounding in my chest.
The sensation of her soft lips against your neck sends a shiver down your spine as Hana begins to trail kisses up and down your jawline, her hand moving higher still on your thigh. "That's it," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Just relax... and enjoy the feeling." Her fingers brush lightly over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, but she has no intention of touching your penis. No, she wants you to feel like a girl, which means focusing elsewhere.
"this is weird..."
I say, not knowing how to respond to me sister feeling me up like this.
You feel a mix of embarrassment and arousal as your sister continues to touch you in ways that are normally forbidden. Your body responds instinctively, betraying the fact that this is turning you on despite your protests. "It's not weird," Hana whispers, her lips still pressed against your ear. "It's natural." Her fingers slide higher still, brushing lightly over the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh before she brings both hands your chest and begins rubbing your nipples.
I close my eyes feel the feelings coursing through my chest.
As Hana rubs your nipples through the thin fabric of her lingerie maid uniform, she feels them harden beneath her touch. She increases the pressure slightly, delighting in the way it makes you squirm and moan. "That's it," she whispers, encouraging you to give in to the pleasure. Your chest heaves with each ragged breath as your arousal grows, and Hana can tell that you're starting to understand what feminine pleasure is about.
"This is too much," I say as I feel new kinds of pleasure that I never knew existed.
"Shhh," Hana whispers, her fingers moving faster now as she continues to tease your nipples through the fabric of her uniform. Her other hand moves lower, tracing slow circles around your navel before traveling back up to flick your nipple again . She feels how aroused you are already becoming and knows that she's getting close to the edge herself. "Just relax and enjoy it," she urges, her voice soft and sultry.
I try my best to stop fighting and just give in as I lean back against her.
As Hana feels the tension begin to drain from your body, she knows that you're starting to relax into the sensations she's creating. Her touch becomes more confident and sure, her fingers dancing across your chest with a practiced ease. She moves lower still, teasingly close to where you're growing aroused beneath the fabric of her uniform, but doesn't quite dare to go all the way there just yet. Instead, she focuses on making you feel feminine pleasure in every other part of your body.
"is this what it's like for girls?"
"Well," Hana says with a sly grin, "it can be like this... or it can be even better." She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she begins to nibble gently on the lobe. At the same time, her hands move lower still, tracing lazy circles around your belly button before moving higher up to massage your nipples through the fabric of her uniform. "But you'll have to experience it for yourself," she whispers teasingly.
My penis is incredibly hard inside my panties and its begging to be touched, so I move my hand down to stroke my penis.
As soon as Hana feels your hand moving down towards your crotch, she snaps her fingers sharply in front of your face. "Oh no you don't!" she says with mock disapproval. "No touching for you today." She takes hold of both of your wrists and pins them to the bed above your head, effectively trapping them there. With her other hand, she cups your crotch through the fabric of your panties, feeling how hard your penis is becoming underneath. "
Her other hand moves lower still, gently pushing aside the fabric of your panties before running teasing circles around your sensitive flesh. "I think you need some relief," she says with a wicked grin, feeling the way your hips buck up into her touch. She slides two fingers inside you, curling them as she begins to stroke your prostate in time with her circling fingertip.
"please, let me touch my penis!" I say, bucking my hips while she rubs my prostate.
"Not yet," Hana says firmly, continuing to stroke your prostate with one hand while using the other to circle your engorged penis beneath its protective sheath of cloth. "You need to focus on feeling feminine pleasure first." Her touch is confident and deliberate, as if she's been practicing this for years. She can feel how close you are now; all it would take is the slightest change in pressure or angle and you'd be spilling your seed all over her hand.
"I... I need to touch it." I say pleading with her, but I'm increasingly starting to believe that I can orgasm without touching my penis as the pleasure builds within me.
"Shhh," Hana whispers, her fingers moving faster now as she brings you ever closer to the edge. "Just let go and feel it." Her other hand continues to circle your prostate, expertly teasing the bundle of nerves deep within you. "You're so close..." She leans in, pressing their bodies together as she kisses along your jawline and neck. "Let it happen," she breathes against your ear before nipping softly at the lobe.
The sensation is too much;
A warmth spreads through my lower abdomen as I convulse in orgasm, my tongue hanging out from my mouth in blissed out pleasure. I whimper as I cum without ever touching my penis, and my body shakes uncontrollably. When I finally come down from my climax, I cover my face in embarrassment.
As Archime comes down from his intense orgasmic experience, still lying there with his chest heaving from the aftermath, Hana gently removes her hand from between his legs while keeping her arm draped protectively around him. With a small chuckle at how astonished he must be feeling right now, she whispers softly into his ear, "Welcome to the world of feminine pleasure."