It had been a little over a week since our late night church fuck fest. I was hanging out with Jeremy, trying to piece together who was doing what with who during all the darkness. More importantly, we were trying to devise a way to get Ashley and Jamie into this situation again. Other than in passing at school, neither of us had talked to them since then, but we couldn’t get those dirty little sluts out of our heads. We decided to start with an approach that was common to us and non-invasive. After all, last time we simply tried to ease them into a sexual situation and they really took the bull by the horns so to speak.

So I called Ashley up. After a bit of small talk, I asked her if she was going to the Wednesday evening service. She told me to come over to her place ahead of time and her mom could give us both a ride there. I then mentioned Jeremy was planning joining us.

“Great we can meet him and Jamie up there; I know she is going tonight also!” She exclaimed.

That sold me. I was in no mood to push the issue. Jeremy was on his own getting there; I was too eager to have Ashley alone. After “explaining” to him that I didn’t want to be too pushy with her, but Jamie was really looking forward to seeing him, he was happy with the setup also.

After getting dressed and walking over to Ashley’s house I had a rather delightful surprise at the door. Ashley’s older sister, Alicia, answered the door in the most incredible outfit; black from nearly head to toe. She was in a tight cut off tee with a circular hole exposing the cleavage of what would have been D-cups had she been wearing a bra. Her little pleated skirt that barely covered her pelvic area was accentuated by a pair of pink fishnets (the only color in her ensemble.) The completing article was a set of boots with silver spikes for heals that rose all the way up to her knees.

I was struck speechless as I just stared at her.

“What?” Alicia said rather coarsely.

“Hi I’m Seth; I’m here to see Ashley.”

She looked me down and then up. While turning around, she said to me, “She is up in her room.”

I’m suddenly very aware of my church costume. Thinking I must look like such a jackass, I soon made sure of it by nervously saying “Up the stairs?”

With a small laugh, she never turned or broke her stride; she just barked “Follow me.”

As we ascended the stairs, I got a beautiful view beneath the edge of her skirt that was forced outwards at an extreme angle due to the shape of her ass. I really couldn’t tell if she was wearing underwear or not. It’s possible a tiny thong could have been hiding inside those excessively curvy cheeks, but then again maybe not. Each step was at almost half pace, but the way her hips were swinging you would have thought she was trying to speed walk. I’m so entranced by the meat both in front of me and growing in my pants, I almost forgot that I was here to see Ashley.

After reaching the top of the stairs way too soon, Alicia threw open the door to Ashley’s room. “Your boy toy is here.”

Normally I would have been hoping that Ashley was in the process of dressing at a point like that, but I was still too consumed by her sister’s lusciously swollen ass to think on it. It took a second, but I managed to regather my focus. Ashley was dressed but still putting on her make-up. We exchanged a few words while I set on her bed and watched her finish getting ready. She was wearing a nice sort of sweater that didn’t completely hide her chest. I loved her tits, but I knew if they matched the size of her sister’s when she was 18, she would be deadly. The thin silky skirt that she wore was of an adequate length for church, but the material was so sheer and clingy that her two great mounds that made up her ass was unmistakably distinct. As I sat there admiring her curves, I traced the lines of her half-back panties with my eyes.

“You know your panty line looks kinda bad though your skirt.” I said lying though my fucking teeth.

“Oh my God! Does it?” She said turning her ass towards the mirror to see for herself. “You’re right thank you.” She said as she began to take her underwear off through her skirt.

If I wasn’t completely hard before this point, I was now. My cock was readily visible, packed down against the left leg of my pants. Normally I would have been embarrassed by this display, but in light of our recent playtime, I really wanted her to see it. She instead went to her drawer and pulled out a pair of thong panties and put them on under her skirt. I couldn’t really see anything underneath her skirt, but I knew exactly where the little panties were at all times. I was imagining seeing the tiny material slide up inside of her crack. My vision was so vivid it was almost as if really I had.

Her new panty line would have been unnoticeable to anyone who wasn’t staring a hole into her ass, but I still told her “Yeah, the line is still really obvious.”

“Fine.” she said removing the panties just as before.