Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 446

Chapter 446: Heroine’s Husband with His Sister II
“Your table is ready, please follow me,” the fashionably dressed hostess announced, leading them through the trendy restaurant towards a spiral of light in the middle.

The diners on either side were dressed to impress, enjoying the art like sushi dishes for which the restaurant was famous. Lucan followed his sister.

Sally had been to the restaurant before and knew that going up the well-lit circular glass staircase in the middle meant she would be on display. The sweeping stairs themselves may not have been see-through, but the curved surrounding glass was as clear as crystal. Suddenly nervous, she pulled the short hem as low as possible. But even stretched an additional centimeter, she was sure people would see right up to it.

‘Why did I agree to wear this,’ she steeled herself, ‘Come on, you can do…just walk up naturally and don’t think about it.’

But her brother could think of nothing else and bumped into her just as she began to ascend.

“Pay attention,” she complained, “be careful!”

“Sorry darling, after you.”

The gorgeous black haired beauty followed the hostess in a huff, suddenly more worried about her clumsy brother than anything else. The dress felt high on her thighs, though not wanting to look like one of those women who wore a short hem and couldn’t handle it, she resisted the urge to look or reach down and instead focused on the final step that was rapidly approaching.

Lucan meanwhile hung back at the bottom and thrilled at the sight. Moreover, knowing that his sister thought that she was exposed made it even more better, but Lucan made Illusion that everyone here only sees Sally as an ordinary woman with ordinary clothes.

He had managed to raise the hem of the dress a few inches when they collided, to just under the crease of her bum. And with each step up the circular staircase she was granting everyone below a tantalizing view. From his vantage point the thin black strips emerging from her sexy crack are just visible. Once she had disappeared at the top he quickly scanned the tables. Everyone was just focusing on their own, not finding this view at all. Which was good since Lucan just wanted to make Sally think that she was exposed but he didn’t want to make her exposed to everyone.

“Where were you?” She asked.

“Nowhere,” he said casually, joining her at the table.

“Phew,” she puffed in relief, “My dress hiked up quite a bit on that staircase. People must have seen more than they should have.”

“Indeed, you were spectacular. Maybe we should go downstairs so that people can tip you for the show,” he joked.

“Lucan!?!” she giggled in embarrassment. “Well, now you know, diamonds and a little ‘out of the box’ creativity can get me to do all manner of things. After that I need a strong drink to cool down.”

Settling into the meal Lucan confessed that he hadn’t been sure if she was going to wear the panties, especially given the dress was already tighter and more revealing than those she typically wore. He kept to himself that the inspiration for the gift idea had come from a story about a wife feeling horny as a result of secretly wearing crotchless panties to a fancy dinner. He also neglected to mention that the evening was part of a much bigger plan, a plan that had also taken inspiration from a range of stories.

For even if her behaviour that evening gave the impression that she was a bit loose, she was in fact anything but. As a well brought up conservation girl, especially in the bedroom. Anal sex was non-negotiable and blowjobs were for special occasions. And even then, they were short, shallow, and cuming inside her mouth or on her body was strictly prohibited. Voyeurism or Exhibitionism? Dream on.

All of which was immensely frustrating for Lucan. While his other wives were too adventurous, Sally wasn’t, which made it bad. He didn’t want to lose interest in sex with Sally,

So if he wanted a more spicy sex life, he was going to have to bring her along for the ride. Maybe with some couples the husband could just ask, and the wife would do. But his stubborn sister was not like that. Which was the point of the evening…to begin pushing her limits as part of a concerted long-term sexual corruption campaign.

“So far, so good,’ he told himself as the meal was coming to a delicious end. ‘Crotchless panties and a hot dress – check. Exhibitionist behavior – bonus. Tipsy after a couple of drinks — possibilities!’

“What do you think of the open bra?” he asked as the dessert arrived. He lifted an illusion from one of the waitresses.

Sally froze, blushing as the young waitress girl gave her breast a look before leaving.

“Lucan, you could be more discreet.”

“Well?”

“I can’t believe you did that,” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“Maybe calling it a bra isn’t fair, after all, your nipples have been poking against the dress all night.”

“Really?” she gulped, lowering her hands and puffing out her chest to investigate.

“Like you haven’t known all along… Show them.”

“Later.”

“Now.”

“Non…now behave,” she giggled tipsily.

“You know you want to. Heck, you flashed your downstairs to everyone downstairs. Why not flash your upstairs to everyone upstairs.”

“I’ll think about it,” she teased.

“Tell you what, let’s ask the waitress what she thinks.”

“What?” she gasped, surprised to see his hand shoot up. “What are you doing?”

“Show me or I’ll ask the waitress, and then that old couple over there,” he pointed. “Then I’ll keep going until I’ve asked everyone on the terrace. We can put it to a vote. Democracy in action…”

“Stop it,” she pressed, suddenly not finding it so funny.

But now it was his time to say “Now.”

And as the waitress approached Sally became agitated. “Fine. I’ll do it…but after she leaves…” she promised hurriedly.

“Sorry, I have a question for you…” Lucan started, enjoying how tense Sally became “…Is it possible to get the bill?”

“For sure, be right back” she confirmed, giving Sally’s chest a final glance.

She sighed in relief.

“Come on then, a deal’s a deal.”

“You’re serious then?”

“Damn straight…but I’m happy to put my hand up and…”

“Okay, shit!” she scowled.

Though her eyebrows may have been frowning, her eyes had lit up with a naughty twinkle. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, and with butterflies in her tummy, she quickly pulled the front of the dress down. The cute little A cups sprang to attention, looking more like sultry B cups due to the open bra forcing them up.

“Magnifique,” Lucan praised, before they were rapidly covered up again.

“Pervert,” Sally retorted.

However, Sally’s blood was boiling as she looked around again and considered what had just happened. Embarrassed by her own exhilaration, she wondered what had gotten into herself. Looking deep into her brother’s hungry black eyes, she also wondered what else the night had installed. As if he was a mind reader, Lucan answered.

“Now that you’re nicely lubricated and frisky, we’re going to go home…where I intend to fuck your brains out until you cum so violently that you can no longer remember your own name.”

Lubricated in more ways than one, the unexpected crudeness sent a shiver down her spine.

“But first. I’m going to go down the stairs…and you’re going to follow in 30 seconds.”