Unwrapping a cosplay Easter egg [FM]

After writing about a very unexpected turn the last time I saw my ex-boyfriend’s younger brother (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5jgns9/delivering_an_extra_present_fm/), our friendship has been in a pretty weird place as you might imagine. In the immediate aftermath of that story he was still full of bluster and teasing, but that was followed by a period of silence for the rest of the Christmas break without so much as a response to my messages on Christmas and New Year’s Day. Eventually, he did get back in contact, and over the past few months there have been two sides to our conversations – normal silly banter and chit-chat, and more teasing messages from him when he was obviously horny. For the most part I tried to ignore the “horny teenager” messages, but occasionally he caught me in a mood where I was just as horny myself and I couldn’t help teasing him back, which then led us both into a vicious cycle where we were teasing one another more often, and getting more worked up as a result.

All of this was harmless fun until Easter began to loom around the corner, and I realised I’d be heading home to my family – and thus the vicinity of my ex’s little brother – for the first time since Christmas. Of course, once he found out I’d be coming home for a bit the teasing only intensified, and came to a head (ahem) about a week or so ago when a chat between us got heated, he admitted to frequently masturbating over photos of me in cosplay on my Facebook profile and I admitted to finding that idea a turn-on. Having both worked ourselves up, I found myself having made a deal to try and meet up with him during the Easter break to relive our previous experience.

As it happened, when I did arrive back home for Easter it turned out that my parents and sister all had plans to go out for the entire day on Saturday – I was invited along of course, but made some excuses about uni work I needed to catch up on and that a peaceful day with the house to myself was exactly what I needed. Having escaped that engagement, I got in touch with my ex’s brother (let’s call him Simon to make this easier) and we made arrangements for him to get a lift over to mine on Saturday morning. Once everything was arranged, my nerves really kicked in – was this such a good idea? My previous encounter with Simon was a crazy whim that came out of the blue, should I really be doing anything like that again? As much as I fretted over it, another part of me felt a building excitement as the day approached.

After seeing off my family on Saturday morning bright and early, I showered and threw on casual clothes and tried to keep myself busy until the time came to almost jump out of my skin when the doorbell rang. Feeling panicked, my brain raced through options of escape before I calmed myself down and went to the door. There was Simon, looking as slightly unkempt as always in a checked shirt and jeans, barely making eye contact as we said our greetings and made some small talk as I invited him in.

Sitting in the living room, I tried to keep the small talk up but failed miserably, and ultimately realised there was no point in prevaricating any longer. “So, you wanted to take a look at me in one of my outfits, right?” I piped up out of nowhere, which brought an enthusiastic nod and a “Hell yeah” as his cheeks reddened but his eyes lit up like fireworks were going off in his head.

Luckily, my parent’s home is where I keep all of the outfits I don’t plan to use and can’t hold onto at my own place as I don’t have space, so inviting him upstairs I took him into the spare room, spent some time shifting the boxes and clutter that had built up in my way, then opened the wonky old wardrobe that housed many of my outfits. “Take a look and pick one” I offered… “Just don’t start sniffing them or anything weird, okay?” I warned him, which made us both laugh and engage in a bout of tit for tat verbal silliness.

Choosing the outfit took a ridiculously long time, and I started to get impatient, telling him to make his mine up as he clearly weighed up the potential sexiness of each one in his head as he flicked through the rack of outfits. His eventual choice actually surprised me somewhat – “This one?” he said uncertainly, pointing to my cop Stocking outfit from the anime Panty & Stocking. “Okay, sure, I’ll go get changed” I said chirpily, hoping to not make it clear that my heart was hammering in my rib cage as I grabbed the outfit and strode towards the bedroom. Realising he was following me, I told him to go and get a drink and wait for me, waving away his protestations that he could watch me change and that he’d seen me naked before anyway with some vague excuses I can’t even recall.

As he trudged downstairs temporarily disappointed, I locked the bedroom door and placed the outfit onto the bed before undressing, finding some suitable underwear from what I had with me, and then changing into the cop Stocking outfit – black and white striped socks which reached a little way above the knee tight black shorts held up by braces, and a very short white short-sleeved shirt which exposed my midriff. I had to return to the spare room to rummage for the accessories to the outfit – black fingerless gloves, black boots and a police hat and wig, all of which were thankfully here too. Dressing up in all this felt like it took forever, but checking myself as best I could in the room’s small mirror I felt satisfied with the result – I hadn’t worn this outfit in some time and made a mental note to break it out for a convention again some time soon.

It was then time to head downstairs, to find Simon absent-mindedly sipping on water and playing with his phone – something which didn’t last long as he sat bolt upright and started staring as soon as he heard me come into the room. “Oh wow… so fucking sexy” was all he could say, before I asked if he wanted to come up to the bedroom now. He didn’t say a word but started moving, and so I led the way into the cramped room that was mine as a visitor to the house these days.

As he took a seat on the hard, wooden chair in the corner of the room, while I stood there, and for a spell there was silence – neither of us knew what to say or do. Unsure of what else to do, I decided that actions might speak louder than words, and so started striking a few poses for him as I might do posing at a convention. Seeing him staring at me intently, still not saying a word, I moved to clamber onto the bed to pose some more. The poses were simple to start with as I knelt and turned this way and that, until finally I heard his dry voice pipe up with a request as I faced away from him. “Can you bend over like that?” he asked nervously, and of course I complied, getting on all fours with my backside aloft in the tight shorts.

Emboldened by this, the pose requests were now all his – on all fours this way and that, kneeling on the bed with my hands on my breasts over my shirt, laying on the bed here and there, laying back with my legs open, holding my legs up in the air and so on. His next request was a quiet, hopeful one: “Maybe you could lose the shorts?”

I couldn’t help but grin at this, as my existing excitement at posing skyrocketed. Sitting up, I told him I’d need to take off my boots first, fumbling with unlacing them and pulling them off and tossing them to the floor pulling off my braces, unbuttoning the shorts and then struggling to get them off. Remembering how tight these shorts were, and without even thinking, I asked if he could come and help me pull them off. He almost startled at this, before virtually leaping out of the chair and moving over to the bed. I lay back and raised my hips, directing him to grab the top of the shorts and pull hard while I held the black thong underneath in place. Visibly shaking, he did as I asked, holding the shorts and pulling as I wriggled and assisted until they came down to my knees, and I lifted my legs so that he could pull them off entirely. Kneeling on the bed in front of me he remained static, holding the shorts as he gazed at me for a while before finally regaining his senses and putting them down.

He didn’t move from the bed however, so I placed my legs apart either side of him, giving him a clear view of my thong-covered crotch. I glanced at him, seeing him soaking in the view before him as I quickly undid and pulled off my right glove. Unable to bear keeping eye contact with him for what came next, I let my hand slide over my exposed stomach, and down to work its way inside my thong, wasting no time in seeking out my building wetness, which came with a gasp. Right in front of him I began to pleasures myself, spreading my wetness and working on my clit with my hand busily moving inside my knickers as more gasps and moans came from me. For several minutes he watched quietly, his own heavy breathing soon masked by my louder panting and moaning as I moved between rubbing my clit and tenting out my thong as I started to work two fingers inside me.

Eventually he got brave again. “I want to see more” he said. Unwilling to stop what I was doing at that point, I simply lifted my hips off the bed and whispered “Take off my thong if you like”. There was less hesitation this time, although his hands were still shaking as I felt them touch my hips before taking hold off my underwear and slowly pulling it down, leaving me slowing my actions as I then lifted one leg and then the other so that he could pull them off completely. “You’re really wet” was his next comment, although I wasn’t sure whether he was looking at my thong or my pussy as he said that, as I was engrossed in my own masturbation.

Underwear out of the way I was free to finger myself fully, and with my legs spread and sock-clad feet on the bed I did just that with abandon, two fingers working in me frantically – I hadn’t been able to masturbate in a few days, so my mind went blank as I focused totally on getting myself off until I did exactly that, my legs shaking as I moaned and an orgasm washed over me.

Regaining my senses, I opened my eyes and looked up to see Simon’s gaze still intently on my pussy. Realised I was looking at him, he told me how hot watching me was, and how amazing it is getting to watch me do that. Giggling slightly at his gushing compliments which didn’t really suit his usually snarky demeanour, I asked whether it had turned him on. It had, of course, and his affirmative reply led to me cheekily asking if I could see. “Really?” he stammered “Are you sure?”. Nodding, and adding that it was only fair, he hopped off the bed, undid the belt and button of his jeans and pushed them and his underwear straight down. Lifting his shirt, I got to see Simon’s cock for the first time – not all that different from his brothers, although his erection was receding somewhat from the sheer nerves of being suddenly asked to show it out of thin air.

“It’s only fair if I watch you too really” I suggested, which only flustered him all the more, before coming up with a valid excuse that he didn’t want to make a mess. “If I take this shirt off you could just make a mess on me?” I suggested teasingly, and suddenly he seemed bought into the idea with an enthusiastic “okay”. So, I pulled off my tie, quickly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, tossing it to the floor. “Bra too?” he suggested as he climbed back onto the bed, leading to me reaching back to unhook the bra and let that fall to the floor too, leaving me in just my socks.

As the bed I used at my parent’s house was only a large single rather than a double, the logistics were a little awkward, but I ultimately ended up laying at a 45-degree angle while he knelt alongside me. Asking him to start, he proceeded to slowly stroke his cock, although any slow build-up seemed to go out of the window once I let my hand idly return to my pussy. As I begin to toy with my clit again he sped up rapidly, and he was soon breathing hard as he jerked himself off hard and rapidly – as a result, it must only have been a couple of minutes before he swore, leaning down to hover his cock over my stomach as he ropes of cum splashed out over my waist with a few grunts and gasps to accompany them.

“Holy shit this is amazing… it’s like a fantasy. Sorry, I’ve made a mess on you” was the stream of consciousness which he spouted after ejaculating over my stomach. Telling him not to worry while still idly touching myself, I went on to fuel that fantasy further, asking simply “Do you want to touch me and help me get off again?”

This time there was no questioning from him, instead he simply pounced at the opportunity – I expected my invite to signal his hand reaching between my legs, but instead he went straight for my breasts, clumsily groping and squeezing them as I sped up my own ministrations on my still wet clit. He was clearly having a whale of a time exploring my chest, and the sensation was pretty pleasant alongside my rubbing my own pussy, so let him have his fun before eventually suggesting that he might want to try something a little lower.

I’m pretty sure I saw his cock twitch at the suggestion, and in an instant his hands had left my boobs before a shaky hand moved to my leg, quickly swooping up its length to reach between my legs and start rubbing my pussy without hesitation. My hips bucked slightly to meet his touch, moaning “yeah, that’s it as I felt his fingers meet my wetness. After a little exploration of my slit, he soon found a rhythm rubbing my pussy and clit, and with a little direction to rub more firmly I was soon moaning under the touch of his fingers.

As his efforts were building up my arousal nicely, he asked me quietly “Can I put fingers in?” I moaned my assent, and felt him rubbing my slit again before pushing a couple of fingers easily into my wet pussy. Again, some moments of clumsy exploration soon moved onto him working his fingers in and out of me while his other hand held one of my legs open wider. He fingered me in a rough, inexperienced way but it still felt good, even more so when I reached down and started to furiously rub my clit while urging him to finger me faster. Soon the room was filled with nothing but my increasing moans and the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of me, until I eventually spilled over into my second orgasm, moaning “Yes, yes…” over and over until I had to pull his hand away, panting and gasping for breath.

“Wow… that was so incredible” Simon opined, standing there with a raging erection and surreptitiously trying to avoid the temptation of sniffing his wet fingers. He offered to get me a flannel, but realising this was my house and not wanting him to pick up the wrong one I told him not to worry and so went to the bathroom myself to clean up and wipe his drying cum from my body. When I returned from the bathroom, he was dressed again and sat awkwardly on the bed with my outfit scattered everywhere, watching me with interest as I piled up the clothes strewn around then decided I might as well put the outfit back on rather than return to my normal clothes.

Telling him I needed a drink and offering one to him, we returned to the living room via the kitchen with cold drinks in hand, and spent our time drinking them and talking – about cosplay and everyday stuff, but of course Simon’s mind was still returning to sex on a regular basis and he ended up quizzing me about my sex life and I ended up dodging most of his questions while being interested in some of his own revelations and interests. While all this talk had gotten both of us in the mood again, it was time for Simon to go, and as much as I hinted at him sticking around a little longer he was adamant to take his leave to head off elsewhere. So, we said our goodbyes, leaving me with the house to myself for a few more hours. I planned to change back into my normal clothes, but not before my arousal overtook me, leaving me closing the living room curtains, yanking my shorts and thong down around my ankles and settling in on the sofa to rub my clit to my third orgasm of the day while I recalled what had just happened and imagined what might happen in the future.

Perhaps a hint of that future came in my next message from Simon. “Do you think I can lick you next time?”…

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