I sat there wondering.
It wasnÃ¢ï¿ ½ï¿½ t the first time I was thinking what I was thinking. Indeed, over the last year or so I had wondered the exact same thing.
Was she or wasnâ�&ium l;¿½t she? It was so difficult to be sure but today, things seemed a bit more obvious. And it was having an effect on me. I was desperate to know but couldnâ�&ium l;¿½t be sure how to find out, if I ever could find out.
Let me explain the situation a bit.
It was early on a Saturday evening in the middle of December 2014.I was sat at home in our living room on the sofa. Opposite was my sister and we were just nattering away. She was wearing a short red jersey dress awaiting her boyfriend to pick her up and go to a party at one of their friendÃ¢ï¿½ï¿ ½s house. This red dress, being short was revealing quite a lot of leg. She was wearing tights. That much I was certain of. But as I sat I got the occasional glimpse further up the skirt. My wonder was if she was wearing knickers with her tights. I had a suspicion that she wasnâ�ï&iq uest;½t. I had had this suspicion in the recent past and probably up to a year ago but tonight the short dress made it more obvious.
It was having an effect for sure and I was feeling myself harden in anticipation of getting another glimpse. Desperately I was trying to assess whether or not I would know for sure and this added to my growing excitement. I could hardly sit staring so limited to brief looks as we chatted. I formulated a plan in my mind.
We had always got on well together and had shared some secrets and I knew she probably wouldnâ�ï& iquest;½t be offended when I asked the question. I took a deep slow breath and started.
âï&iqu est;½ï¿&fra c12;Forgive me for asking, but can I ask a question?â�&i uml;¿½
â�& iuml;¿½Sure&Atil de;¢ï¿½ ;�, was her reply.
I now felt a bit silly but was determined to press on.
â�ï¿&fr ac12;Iâï&iqu est;½ï¿&fra c12;ll come straight to the point. Are you wearing anything under your tights? Itâ�&iu ml;¿½s just I think I saw something I maybe shouldnâï&ique st;½ï¿&frac 12;t have seen.â�ï&iq uest;½
â& iuml;¿½ï&iq uest;½And what was that?âï¿& frac12;� she asked.
â�ï&iques t;½I think I might have seen your pubes.â�ï& iquest;½
She gave a little laugh before replying by stating she was in fact not wearing any knickers. She showed no signs of embarrassment or shame. I wondered if I had gone too far and should I have kept my suspicions to myself. We sat looking at each other. She broke the awkward silence.
âï¿&f rac12;�Do you want a better look then?âï¿&fr ac12;� She asked.
I certainly wasnâï¿&frac1 2;�t expecting her to say that. Somewhat stunned and not thinking clearly I said that I did and she casually stood up and lifted the front of her dress to reveal everything to me. Her red pubes were clearly visible through her tights and the view was pleasant. My cock was now solid and throbbing. She sat back down with the dress still lifted and she slowly opened her legs to let me see her c**t in all itâ�ï¿&f rac12;s wonderful glory.
It must have been several minutes she sat revealing all and my cock was so big I thought my zip was going to burst open. I was wishing I could fuck her I was so horny.
She stood and crossed the room and felt my bulging erection. She slowly unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out and began to wank me. I put my hand on her leg and moved upwards toward her nylon covered c**t. I discovered she was wet and puffy, ready. She groaned gently and I was encouraged to continue.
Suddenly, the door bell rang and I realised it could be her boyfriend. We moved apart and I quickly zipped myself away. It was an anti climax but as she went to greet her boyfriend she said, � Try again later in the week and I might let you fuck me.

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