During undergrad, I decided to do some
event photography work on weekends to earn some money.
I did that for about two years with
decent results, but the job that made me give it up was a first birthday party.
The birthday boy’s mother called me after receiving the photos, verbally
abusing me and threatening to sue me because the photos weren’t to her liking.
Her main complaint was that the sky was gray.
watching him dance in the studio then pulling you to the middle of the floor and making you dance with him
him grumbling but secretly liking it when you interrupt him dancing
“oo y/n, what are you doing here?”
“i missed you”
*pretends to be all huffy and puffy but smiles when his back is turned to you*
sleeping at the studio with him
^ including cuddling for warmth
just smiling and observing him dance
carries things for you into the apartment like groceries and bags and stuff bc he doesn’t want you to get hurt
gets butterflies when he sees you walk into the room
“how are you?”
IT WOULD TAKEN HIM A LOT OF COURAGE TO ASK YOU OUT
dongmin ends up doing it for him
“hey.. minhyuk wants to know if you want to go out with him”
his natural hands are either always placed around your shoulder or your waist, there is no other place
hE ALWAYS TRIES TO INVITE JINWOO OR DONGMIN OR MOONBIN ON YOUR DATES BUT THEY ARE ALWAYS LIKE YOU NEED TO DO THINGS FOR YOURSELF BUDDY
when he warms up to you, he’ll start to randomly visit you and randomly surprise you with coffee and wRAP HIS ARMS AROUND YOUR TORSO AND CLASP HIS HANDS TOGETHER AND KISS YOUR NECK WHILE TELLING HIM HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU
standing over your shoulder and watching your nimble fingers text him while he’s standing right there without your knowledge
likes to kiss your hand then your jawline
cleaning WITHOUT you having to ask
coming home to food already on the table
“mmm” just as he slides out your chair for you
chivalry is absolutely not dead while dating minhyuk if you haven’t noticed
minhyuk always trying to pay for food when you two dine out
buying you balloons, stuffed animals, and toys when you two are at a carnival
*he kisses you on the cheek*
he’ll always keep an eye on you even when you’re not together like texting your parents and your friends just to make sure you’re safe
yOUR SELFIES BEING SO CUTE LIKE HIM MAKING A POKER FACE AND YOU TRYING TOO BUT YOU CAN SEE HIM TICKLE YOU IN THE CORNER OF THE PICTURE SO IT ENDS UP COMING OUT WITH JUST YOU SMILING SO MUCH
him watching you sleep and thinking about how much he loves you
never taking it to the next step without your full understanding and permission
him messing with your hair like dragging it across your face randomly and playing with it
helping him style his own hair
minhyuk flipping through channels on the tv as you fall asleep laying on his chest
him then carrying you to bed and laying you down as softly as he can so he makes sure to not wake you up
waking up to him dancing in the living room
“good morning y/n!”
you just leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom in his oversized clothes and just smiling at how lucky you are to be with someone that cares as much as he does about you
I looked from my laptop up as my sister Angie came into my room.
“Hey Zack, what’s up?” she said
“Hey sis. I just heard from Stephanie. She has too much work to do this weekend, and she can’t make it back.” Our older sister was in college and had been planning to come back for the three day weekend that now stretched out before us.
“That sucks. So are mom and dad at that conference?”
“No, they are out for tonight, back in the morning. Then they leave for it tomorrow morning, and will be gone until Monday night.”
“So, more or less, the house to ourselves for the entire weekend?”
“Yep.” I said with a grin. The two of us had always been really close, and we were looking forward to a relaxing weekend with just each other. My little sister returned my grin and her eyes lit up. She was two years younger than me, but was always more mischievous than I.
“Dinner?” she asked
She shrugged and left my room. It was early still, and I returned to finishing my homework on my laptop. It was Friday and I wanted to be done for the weekend.
Later that night, having finished dinner, Angie and I were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. She was curled up against me, with my arm draped over her. As the movie ended, I switched the TV and looked and my baby sister. Her face was furrowed and she looked like she was considering something serious.
“What’s up sis?” I asked. She looked up at me.
“Can I talk to you about something?”
“It’s kind of awkward and personal”
“Anything you ever want to talk about, I will be here for you Angie” I said. I squeezed her tighter with one arm and planted a kiss on her forehead.
“Thanks Zack, I know. Are you a virgin?”
I flushed a bit, but answered truthfully
“Yes. And I assume you are as well” I knew my sister well enough that she would tell me why she asked without prompting.
“Yes, I am. Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked as a blush rose to her cheeks and she turned away.
Rather than respond immediately, with the obvious ‘yes’ I looked as my little sister as a woman, not a girl, taking in her features. She was tall, about 5’10” and thin. She had an incredibly toned and trimmed body from the years and years of gymnastics that she was so found of. Rich chocolate brown hair that cascaded midway down her back. Small breasts, no larger than an A cup, but they sat perfectly on her petite frame that any larger would have looked absurd.
“I think you are beautiful” I replied, and I genuinely meant it. Angie’s eyes lit up, and she could tell my compliment was honest. I pulled her closer to me and planted a kiss on her forehead. She returned my embrace and beamed up at me. Then the smile faded into a look of unease. I could tell she was trying to work her way around to telling me why she asked about my history with women.
“I asked because I figured … well … we know each other really well … and we love each other a lot … and … we are both virgins … and alone … and well…” Her face flushed and she turned away from me, embarrassed.
I looked at my little sister, my mind jumbled, my body fighting for the blood my brain needed to make decisions. A squeezed her closer and brought my left hand around to her chin. I forced her face to turn back to mine, and saw tears of embarrassment shining in her eyes. I planted a kiss full on her lips, the first time I had kissed a girl in all my years. After the longest thirty seconds of my life, we broke apart and caught our breath. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I asked her,
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Absolutely. Do you, Zack?”
“Yes, Angie, I really do.”
“I love you, big brother.”
“I love you, little sister.”
Our lips locked again, and I could see many of my emotions reflected in my baby sister’s eyes. Lust warred with love, each seeking to blot out the other. Our lips parted and my tongue slipped into her mouth, as hers slipped into mine.
I rolled her over, and sat my sister on my lap. Our lips met again, and my hands wandered over her tight back. I pulled her closer to me, out chests meeting and our kiss never breaking. She started to shift her hips back and forth in my lap. Her small breasts rubbed against my chest and my cock started to harden with the constant motion. I shifted one hand down, to grip her tight ass, and the other up to her chest to cup one of her lovely tits. Her hands wandered over my chest and out tongues stilled warred in each other’s mouths.
Our kiss broke, and Angie shifted back slightly on my lap. We were both breathless, and for a moment, the only noise in the room was our breathing.
“That was my first kiss, sis” I said, and she giggled at me.
“Mine too” she said still smiling. There was a long pause before she asked, “Do you want to go further?”
In answer I grabbed her and she squealed with delight as I pulled her back to my lips. Her hands found my chest again, and then started to go lower. She found the hem of my shirt, and began to pull it up. I felt a tingle as the cool air rushed over my warm skin. She pulled the shirt higher and higher, and finally we were forced to break off our kiss as the shirt passed over my head. As soon as it was on the floor, we kissed again.
Then slowly, my hands came around to her firm hips. I grabbed the shirt and raised it up slowly. Our kiss broke again, and I pulled off her shirt and threw it on the floor. I looked at my sister, sitting on my lap, our skin touching. Her skin was pale, as was mine, and against that white background, the rainbow striped bra on her chest looked even more vibrant. It was about a 32-34 A, and seemed to delight in cling to such nubile curves. We resumed our passionate kissing, and she resumed grinding her crotch into mine.
After a few more minutes of this, I stopped her and pried my sister off of me. She looked confused for a moment, but when she saw the grin of desire on my face, lust overtook her. I stood her up in front of me, and reached for the belt around her waist. I unfastened it, and reached for the button on her jeans. I undid it, and drew down the zipper, the hooked my fingers under the waist band of her pants. In one fluid motion, I dropped the pants to the ground, and as she stepped out of them, I looked at her sky blue panties. Under my gaze, she squirmed a bit, and flushed embarrassed.
“Stand up, bro. It’s not fair that you’re wearing pants.” She whined playfully.
I stood, and her hands were at my waist, undoing my belt, as her lips found mine again. She reached for the zipper on my pants, and the next thing I knew, my pants were around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and fell back onto the couch, grabbing Angie as I went. She sat, straddling me, as we kissed again. We looked at one another, and nervous laughter rose in our throats. She resumed grinding our crotches together, but this time, but with only her sky blue panties and my red boxers on, the feeling was much more intense. My cock was rock hard at this point, and only the weight of my baby sister was holding it down. She was also getting into it, I realized, as I saw a damp spot growing on her panties. I kissed her again and again, one hand around the tight muscles of her ass, and the other around her back, snaking up to the back of her head, holding her close to me.
I looked down, breaking off our kiss, and looked at our bodies. Angie had on only her sky blue panties and rainbow striped bra, and I with only red boxers. Our flesh gleamed with sweat and her body, sculpted from almost a decade of gymnastics, was taut and perfect. She started pushing our bodies together faster and harder, and my cock started rubbing against her pussy.
At the same time, completely independent of each other, our hands started to reach towards our lap. Mine trailed down her chest, her taut stomach, and came to rest just on the elastic band that held her underwear up. Her hand did the same thing to my body. She raised her hips, and I slowly inched my fingers down on to her sweat mound, feeling the fabric under my touch, and beneath that, my sister’s warm wetness. Her hand traced its way over my boxers to the base of my straining erection.
She began to stroke my cock through my boxers, as I began to run my hand over her pussy. The friction of her hand and my boxers on my dick sent a wave of pleasure through my body. I rubbed her faster and faster, and in response she stroked me faster still. Our hips ground together, our hands rubbed at the others genitals and we saw bliss reflected in each other’s eyes. Her wet spot grew larger and she began to moan, softly at first, then louder as I groaned at my need for release.
Angie’s breathing got faster and faster and I could feel her trembling. I could also feel my own orgasm getting closer. All at once, we both stiffened and moaned. We both orgasmed in our underwear and collapsed on to the couch. We lay there for the span of several long, shuttering breaths, my sister’s lithe body draped over my larger one, her face pressed against my shoulder. Finally reality reasserted itself, and I looked over at her.
“Well…” Angie said, before we both burst into laughter. We laughed long and loud, uncontrollably, until we were both gasping for air. We were not laughing at anything, but we could not stop.
Our merriment finally subsided and we looked back at each other. I could feel a contented smile on my face, and it was reflected on my baby sister’s.
“That felt amazing, Zack.” She sighed, contentedly.
“You too, Angie.” I replied, giving her a squeeze. She giggled and writhed on my lap, rubbing our sodden underwear together. We both looked down and laughed again.
“Shower?” I asked.
“Together.” She responded. “Just let me get my breath back.”
We sat there for another few minutes, until Angie rolled off of me, and we stood up. We gathered our clothes, and I chased her up stairs to the bathroom we shared. We turned the water on, and as it heated up, started kissing again. Our mouths joined together, and we embraced tightly.
My hands roamed across her back, and found the hooks of her rainbow bra. I unclasped them, and peeled off the garment. Then I got my first real look at my sister’s naked breasts. They were small, but perky and sat perfectly on her slight body. I let my hands wander lower and lower until I felt her small tight ass. I slipped two fingers under the elastic band of her sky blue panties and slid them around to her hips. All at once, I jerked my hands down, carrying her underwear with them. I beheld her virgin pussy for the first time in my life. She was unshaven, and the coarse brown hair stood out in contrast to her perfectly smooth legs.
She blushed and turned away from me, allowing me a perfect view of her perfect, tiny ass. I drew her close to me and planted a kiss on the top of her head. I could see her smile and feel her relax and she turned back around and reached down. Her hands gripped the waistband of my boxers and eased them down. My erection was now back in full swing, and popped out. I was also unshaven. It was the first time I had ever been exposed to someone in a sexual manner. We stepped out of the clothes around our ankles, and kissed again.
My sister and I drew back the shower curtain and slipped inside. The warm water and close confines made me feel as though my head was in a fog. We started washing each other all over. My hands, lathered with soapy water, found their way around her back and came to rest on her petite breasts. I savored the experience, my first real skin to skin sexual contact with her, as I began to massage her boobs. Angie started to whimper slightly, and then as I tweaked her tiny nipples, she let out a moan.
I left off and snaked my hands down lower and lower. I ran my hands over her tight legs, higher and higher. Her lean calves, her firm thighs, and then above that, the golden territory, all covered with soap and water. A thought crossed my mind and I rested my hand on her bush, and asked
“Why shave your legs, and not up here?”
“Because,” her response was bashful, “I was afraid it would hurt if I slipped.”
“Do you want me to help you?”
“Yes. But not right now. You got me wound up, and I need release.”
I grinned and slid my right hand over her mound as my left worked its way back to her tits. There was wetness there that had nothing to do with the shower. I began to stroke my middle finger up and down her slit, and my index and ring finger along the outside of her pussy. My left hand was massaging her breast and my right spread her lips wide open. She moaned her desire and I plunged my middle finger deep into my baby sister’s pussy. The gasped and shudder at the sudden intrusion, and cried out three words
“Oh God Yes!”
I started to work the top of her pussy with my thumb, and began to thrust my middle finger in and out of her sweat confines. She was incredibly warm, tight, and wet. It felt like my finger was being sucked in on every pump. Angie moaned louder and louder, and I thrust faster and faster. Her arms wrapped around my right arm, and her hand went down to cover mine, forcing me deeper into her. I tweaked her nipple and thrust deep into her. All at once, she seized up and froze completely, her muscles locking, and I would have sworn she even stopped breathing for a second.
My sister would have collapsed onto the floor if my arms had not been wrapped around her. She hung like a rag doll in my arms for several minutes, getting her breath back, her ass still pressed to my straining erection. She finally turned to me and, planting a kiss on my lips, moaned,
“Thank you. That was amazing.”
I grinned at her, and she tiredly returned the expression. We continued washing for a few minutes, until I found myself facing the showerhead, Angie behind me. She unexpectedly grabbed me in an embrace, and whispered in my ear,
“Your turn big bro.”
Her breasts were pressed to my back and her arms were around my chest. Her soapy hands slid down to my cock and delicately traced over my pubic hair.
“I like you like this. Don’t shave it.” I could hear the grin in her voice. I grinned back and shook my head.
“Anything for you, little sis.”
She kissed my neck and grasped my dick with her warm, wet, slippery hand. She slid her hand up and down my shaft, while sliding her other hand over my chest. Her small hands pumped me again and again, until I was right on the verge. Then she slid her other hand down and grabbed my balls. It was too much for me, and I came all over the front of the shower.
I turned around and kissed my sister again and again, each kiss deeper and more passionate than the last. We finished up in the shower and stepped out. Looking at the clock, we realized with a start that our parents would be home soon. We quickly went into Angie’s room and she bent over to rummage through her dresser for something to ware. I did not help the process by taking that opportunity to grab and start massaging her firm ass. She playfully slapped my hands away and threw on some pajamas. We went to my room and repeated the process, but in reverse.
“So, I am looking forward to a fun weekend.” She said.
“Me too.” I grinned “Just the two of us from Saturday afternoon to Monday night.”
last weekend was more productive, but i still managed to do quite some work compared to what my weekends looked like in the previous semesters. lord knows how i managed to reach semester six. still quite happy about my lit classes this semester, some good ol’ Virginia Woolf for one, and the ability to write my own mid-term paper about modern poets in the other (Plath! Ginsberg! Williams! (these are, for now, my selection)).