Last year's X'mas party

runroader · #1 03-12-2011, 04:14 PM

My name is Sophie Cheng, a 23 year old accountant, and I have something to share. This unfortunate incident happened last year, when my family held our annual X'mas party. At a very young age, my parents divorced and my custody was awarded to my Dad as my Mom had financial issues. My very eligible Dad remarried shortly after when I was 8, to a younger lady who was a divorcee herself. She had a cute and obedient son named Max, who was 4 years younger than me. After marriage, they moved in with us.

Since Max and I were still young, we did not know the complications of the grown-up world. We bonded instantly and got on well while growing up together. He has been like a flesh-and-blood younger brother to me through the years and he even calls me ‘Zeh Zeh’, meaning elder sister. My stepmom treated us fairly, and I grew to love her more than my own distant mom. Life was normal in our family, just like any other. I felt blessed and grateful that my Dad did not have to raise me as a single parent and I had the warmth of a true family.

I have been told many times that I resembled the K-Pop singer Hyuna. With a figure of 32C – 24 – 33, I always got a lot more attention than I would have liked. My height of only 1.65m and my voluptuous assets only served to make my body curvier. My proud, round tits and my firm, perky butt just drives the opposite sex nuts. All the boys at university and then the guys at my present workplace constantly give me weird and piercing stares. I have even caught a few openly gawking lustfully at me when I walked by. Despite all that attention I was getting, my busy work schedule now didn’t allow me to find a boyfriend.

Every year, my parents would organise a party on X’mas Eve and invite everyone they know. Our house would be packed full of guests and there would be food, drinks and games for the kids. Due to the sheer number of guests, Max and I would leave our own friends out of this party. The house would already be so crowded with our relatives and our parents’ friends. Last year, my Stepmom proposed that we do something special like a costume party. Well, it was certainly a welcoming detour from the usual X’mas routine.

Max came running to me anxiously a week before the party. He had bought a 4-armed monster snowman costume off eBay but he had been careless in the details. When the costume arrived on our doorstep, then he realised it was meant for 2 persons. It wasn’t viable to send it back to wherever he bought it from due to the hassle and shipping cost. He knew I hadn’t bought my costume yet, so he begged me to be his costume partner. I was reluctant at first because the monster snowman look really didn’t appeal to me, but knowing that none of our friend would be coming and he had no one else to turn to besides his trusty elder sister, I agreed.

X’mas eve finally came. Due to the stuffiness in the costume, we had a hard time deciding what to wear in it. He settled on a singlet and a pair of boxer shorts. I picked out my flimsiest t-shirt and a pair of FBT shorts. As Max dwarfs me by half a head, I had to take the front so my sight doesn’t get impeded. That also meant I could go braless and Max wouldn’t notice. But I could never stand even a little heat and decided to go for broke. Not only did I go braless, I decided not to wear anything under my shorts as well. There wasn’t any harm, I naively thought.

Before squeezing into the costume, we had to make sure to empty our bladders because it sure wasn’t easy getting out of it. I’m not sure if he was oblivious to the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, but I thought it shouldn’t pose any problems to him. We slipped our arms into the 4-armed snowman costume and stepped our legs in. It was unexpectedly tight because it was made up of mainly foam and not much room inside despite its round and bulky shape. My back was basically glued onto his torso in the costume. And just then, I became conscious of the front of his boxers on my butt. I could make out his limp manhood sticking into my left butt cheek through our shorts.

To be continued?

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runroader · #4 03-12-2011, 05:24 PM

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Originally Posted by runroader

My name is Sophie Cheng, a 23 year old accountant, and I have something to share. This unfortunate incident happened last year, when my family held our annual X'mas party. At a very young age, my parents divorced and my custody was awarded to my Dad as my Mom had financial issues. My very eligible Dad remarried shortly after when I was 8, to a younger lady who was a divorcee herself. She had a cute and obedient son named Max, who was 4 years younger than me. After marriage, they moved in with us.

Since Max and I were still young, we did not know the complications of the grown-up world. We bonded instantly and got on well while growing up together. He has been like a flesh-and-blood younger brother to me through the years and he even calls me ‘Zeh Zeh’, meaning elder sister. My stepmom treated us fairly, and I grew to love her more than my own distant mom. Life was normal in our family, just like any other. I felt blessed and grateful that my Dad did not have to raise me as a single parent and I had the warmth of a true family.

I have been told many times that I resembled the K-Pop singer Hyuna. With a figure of 32C – 24 – 33, I always got a lot more attention than I would have liked. My height of only 1.65m and my voluptuous assets only served to make my body curvier. My proud, round tits and my firm, perky butt just drives the opposite sex nuts. All the boys at university and then the guys at my present workplace constantly give me weird and piercing stares. I have even caught a few openly gawking lustfully at me when I walked by. Despite all that attention I was getting, my busy work schedule now didn’t allow me to find a boyfriend.

Every year, my parents would organise a party on X’mas Eve and invite everyone they know. Our house would be packed full of guests and there would be food, drinks and games for the kids. Due to the sheer number of guests, Max and I would leave our own friends out of this party. The house would already be so crowded with our relatives and our parents’ friends. Last year, my Stepmom proposed that we do something special like a costume party. Well, it was certainly a welcoming detour from the usual X’mas routine.

Max came running to me anxiously a week before the party. He had bought a 4-armed monster snowman costume off eBay but he had been careless in the details. When the costume arrived on our doorstep, then he realised it was meant for 2 persons. It wasn’t viable to send it back to wherever he bought it from due to the hassle and shipping cost. He knew I hadn’t bought my costume yet, so he begged me to be his costume partner. I was reluctant at first because the monster snowman look really didn’t appeal to me, but knowing that none of our friend would be coming and he had no one else to turn to besides his trusty elder sister, I agreed.

X’mas eve finally came. Due to the stuffiness in the costume, we had a hard time deciding what to wear in it. He settled on a singlet and a pair of boxer shorts. I picked out my flimsiest t-shirt and a pair of FBT shorts. As Max dwarfs me by half a head, I had to take the front so my sight doesn’t get impeded. That also meant I could go braless and Max wouldn’t notice. But I could never stand even a little heat and decided to go for broke. Not only did I go braless, I decided not to wear anything under my shorts as well. There wasn’t any harm, I naively thought.

Before squeezing into the costume, we had to make sure to empty our bladders because it sure wasn’t easy getting out of it. I’m not sure if he was oblivious to the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, but I thought it shouldn’t pose any problems to him. We slipped our arms into the 4-armed snowman costume and stepped our legs in. It was unexpectedly tight because it was made up of mainly foam and not much room inside despite its round and bulky shape. My back was basically glued onto his torso in the costume. And just then, I became conscious of the front of his boxers on my butt. I could make out his limp manhood sticking into my left butt cheek through our shorts.

To be continued?

I thought nothing of it. After all, this was my younger brother and I should have seen this coming the moment I agreed to squeeze into the same costume with him. Walking in the costume wasn’t much of a problem. We just needed to time our steps. We practiced a little before the guests got here and we were pretty pleased with our teamwork and coordination. All the while, we stayed cool by staying under the air conditioning. When it was almost evening time, the guests were slowly arriving.

My Dad asked us to stand at the door to welcome the guests as they came in. We stood at the door to greet everyone and handed out candies to the kids. After an hour or so, it was getting warm in the costume. I had started to sweat and so was Max, I could tell. Our thighs were skin on skin and the sweat between us was making it sticky and a little uncomfortable. Because of that, he started to have a habit of fidgeting in the costume much to my chagrin as I didn’t like the way his front was rubbing into my back.

I tried to disregard what he was doing behind me, but he was causing more heat in the costume. And I could feel that sticking point on his crotch pressing onto me repeatedly. I have had boyfriends in school, and I know when a boy has a hard-on. Max was really not helping himself with his fidgeting. I tried to act normal and I didn’t want to point this out and cause him embarrassment.

While handing a candy bar to a little girl, I bent forward slightly while he stayed upright. It caused a pull in opposite directions and the tight costume stretched. When it sprung back, my butt jammed back onto his crotch and his manhood slipped right between my butt cheeks. The both of us kept very silent at this awkward situation. Damn it, I could feel it rubbing on my behind with every little movement we make.

Before we knew it, the guests were really streaming in now. We could not keep up with the greetings and kids running circles around us, eyeing the candies. The guests all came in various costumes. Some were lame and some were creative, none of them genuinely eye-catching. All that constant turning and twisting about in the costume while trying to coordinate our steps were working against us. Our practice hadn’t prepared us for this flood of guests. And it just kept getting hotter and hotter in here.

In the midst of it all, he had stopped his constant fidgeting. That was odd. Then I realised I had a semi-erection between my butt cheeks and it seemed to be hardening. There was no getting out of this situation with the number of people we had to attend to, so I secretly hoped that his erection was due to the heat and when the last of our guests had arrived, we can cool off under the air conditioning.

Max tried to turn to his side to squeeze his semi-erection out of my butt cheeks and did not succeed. He then bent his knees a little to lower himself to find space to maneuver. And what we didn't expect was that his manhood slip off my butt crack, rubbed along my cheeks and sprung up below my shorts. To make things worse, the thin strip of cloth covering my naked pubes was dangerously exposing my privates to his still-hardening meat.

He realised that too. His breath behind me was quickening, and I could feel his heartbeat on my back beating furiously now. The only option for us was to keep very still and i had to squeeze my thighs together as tightly as I could for fear of his erection rubbing directly on the bottom of my shorts and accidentally making contact with my naked woman-flesh.

To be continued?

darkburn · #5 03-12-2011, 06:34 PM

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runroader · #6 03-12-2011, 06:35 PM

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Originally Posted by runroader

I thought nothing of it. After all, this was my younger brother and I should have seen this coming the moment I agreed to squeeze into the same costume with him. Walking in the costume wasn’t much of a problem. We just needed to time our steps. We practiced a little before the guests got here and we were pretty pleased with our teamwork and coordination. All the while, we stayed cool by staying under the air conditioning. When it was almost evening time, the guests were slowly arriving.

My Dad asked us to stand at the door to welcome the guests as they came in. We stood at the door to greet everyone and handed out candies to the kids. After an hour or so, it was getting warm in the costume. I had started to sweat and so was Max, I could tell. Our thighs were skin on skin and the sweat between us was making it sticky and a little uncomfortable. Because of that, he started to have a habit of fidgeting in the costume much to my chagrin as I didn’t like the way his front was rubbing into my back.

I tried to disregard what he was doing behind me, but he was causing more heat in the costume. And I could feel that sticking point on his crotch pressing onto me repeatedly. I have had boyfriends in school, and I know when a boy has a hard-on. Max was really not helping himself with his fidgeting. I tried to act normal and I didn’t want to point this out and cause him embarrassment.

While handing a candy bar to a little girl, I bent forward slightly while he stayed upright. It caused a pull in opposite directions and the tight costume stretched. When it sprung back, my butt jammed back onto his crotch and his manhood slipped right between my butt cheeks. The both of us kept very silent at this awkward situation. Damn it, I could feel it rubbing on my behind with every little movement we make.

Before we knew it, the guests were really streaming in now. We could not keep up with the greetings and kids running circles around us, eyeing the candies. The guests all came in various costumes. Some were lame and some were creative, none of them genuinely eye-catching. All that constant turning and twisting about in the costume while trying to coordinate our steps were working against us. Our practice hadn’t prepared us for this flood of guests. And it just kept getting hotter and hotter in here.

In the midst of it all, he had stopped his constant fidgeting. That was odd. Then I realised I had a semi-erection between my butt cheeks and it seemed to be hardening. There was no getting out of this situation with the number of people we had to attend to, so I secretly hoped that his erection was due to the heat and when the last of our guests had arrived, we can cool off under the air conditioning.

Max tried to turn to his side to squeeze his semi-erection out of my butt cheeks and did not succeed. He then bent his knees a little to lower himself to find space to maneuver. And what we didn't expect was that his manhood slip off my butt crack, rubbed along my cheeks and sprung up below my shorts. To make things worse, the thin strip of cloth covering my naked pubes was dangerously exposing my privates to his still-hardening meat.

He realised that too. His breath behind me was quickening, and I could feel his heartbeat on my back beating furiously now. The only option for us was to keep very still and i had to squeeze my thighs together as tightly as I could for fear of his erection rubbing directly on the bottom of my shorts and accidentally making contact with my naked woman-flesh.

To be continued?

That was a mistake on my part. By squeezing my thighs around his erection, I hadn't counted on the friction slowly and steadily stimulating him to a full-blown erection. All the while we were chatting and attending to guests at the door, we were somewhat successful in mentally blocking out the situation below. It did, however, make it very awkward for us to speak to each other even though we were stuck together in the same costume.

By the time all our guests had arrived and settled, I found myself standing at the door with his obvious, full erection caught between my inner thighs and shorts. There was no way to ignore it now, as every step we took only served to rub his manhood below me. Now that we were finally alone, I whispered to him without turning around, "Erm... Max, why don't we go upstairs to change? It is really too hot in here. I'm sure the guests don't mind if we just wear normal clothes for the rest of the party."

He replied, "O... Okay zeh, I need to go to the toilet also. Hi... High tide, haha..."

We took short and slow steps towards the stairs. When we came to it, my greatest fear came true as soon as we made the first step on it. When we both lifted our right legs, that move spread open the spacious leg opening of my shorts and his full erection slipped into my shorts. The tip of his full-blooded manhood was poking on the front of my FBT shorts. Worse was the shameful fact that I could feel him on my naked slit, my strands of pubic hair ticking his hardness.

We immediately froze on the stairs, not daring to take another step. Just then, a kid of our parents' friends laughed at our wierd posture on the stairs and drew attention among some of the other kids. They gathered around us and started hugging and pushing. We could only laugh and giggle with them awkwardly. We were screwed. We could not move from here and their pushing and shoving on us was making rub against each other.

One fat boy ran at full speed and bumped onto us from behind. We bent forward and almost tumbled face first. In reflex, I stumbled my front right foot a step forward and we had to put it a step higher on the stairs. Now, I had spread our legs even wider and the angle we ended up with was just horrible. Max's manhood tip was now in contact with my sensitive button as I had spread my lips wide open below.

We had to get upstairs and shed the costume urgently, for I was afraid that I would get stimulated as well. As the kids were still running around us playing, Max heaved and managed to lift our left foot a step up. As the angle of our thighs closed, I hadn't counted on his erection pushing between my dry lips and directly against my clit. I couldn't help but let out a moan. When Max heard me, I could feel his manhood twitch below me. That little prick had better not be enjoying this, I exasperatedly thought to myself.

That wasn't the time for me to lecture him on his pubescent urges. I just wanted to get out of this increasingly desperate and dangerous situation. I lifted my left leg and took another step up. His erection slid backwards between my dry female lips and then bumped on my clit again. This time, a shock of pleasure electrocuted me. This time, I squirmed in the costume and unfortunately rubbed my slit even more on his hardness.

In just a few seconds, a hint of moisture was starting to form below me. At first, I thought it was him. But I was wrong. My lips were getting wet from the constant contact of my naked female slit with his erect manhood. Things were not working in my favour, as Max was starting to lose control and slowly grinding himself under me. I whispered to him embarrassingly, "Stop it Max. You're making things worse. Control yourself."

He did not reply. All he did was continue to grinding his erection below. His breathing was getting loud and lustful. I realised then that I could not depend on him anymore. I took another step up with my right foot and again, he rubbed at the door of my dampening slit. My knees almost buckled and I got angry this time. We were not even halfway up the stairs. I reached back with my right hand and hit him on his side, telling him to wake up form his lust and come back to his senses. I could not do this alone with him relentlessly gyrating and grinding himself into my cheesepie.

To be continued?