Alexis Chapter 5

Mr. Hughes opens the door, and there stands his nephew Kyle. Just earlier today, he wouldn't have even thought about my existence; I just would have been that weird kid that doesn't ever talk to anyone. But now, I have all of Kyle's attention. His eyes are moving up and down my body, checking me out, and I can sense his lust just from the look in his face.

Kyle has short, spiky dark hair. He's about six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. His eyes are blue, and he's wearing a black tuxedo with a blue vest. Mr. Hughes must have told him the color of the dress I had picked out.

"So…you must be Alexis?" Kyle asks. He's approaching me with almost too much confidence, but his forwardness and insistence only turns me on. Almost instantly, I snap into my role of Alexis, something I will stay in for the rest of the night. I make a conscious effort to speak in my girl voice, and to present myself in a feminine way.

"And you must be Kyle?" I reply coyly, smiling. He returns my smile and I can feel my dick twitch between my ass cheeks just from the flirting and obvious lust between the two of us. It's secure though; there's no way it's going to pop out.

Kyle is pinning the white corsage near the cup of my dress, and his hand brushes against my new tits. I giggle to let him know that I'm ok with it.

Jenna walks into the living room dressed in tight jeans and a black tank top.

"Kyle, this is Alexis' mother, Jenna. We grew up together, and when you said you were trying to find a special date for the prom, I could think of only one person who's as beautiful as her mother," Mr. Hughes says, smiling first at me, then at Jenna.

"She's definitely beautiful," Kyle says, glancing over at me with a grin on his face. I smile at him.

"You're a sweetheart," I say. Mr. Hughes chuckles.

"It looks like you two are getting along great!" he says. "Let me get a picture of the two of you before you leave." Mr. Hughes is playing the role of a proud uncle, and he's doing a damn good job of it. If only Kyle knew what his uncle had done to me only an hour earlier, there's no way he would be wrapping his arm around my waist and smiling into the camera with me.