“No-no-no-no-no! That’s… That’s not what I mean.” I stammered.
Her smile widened. “Are you sure, cause it just sounds like you wanted to see my tits.”
“No Kelly, Seriously, I don’t want to see your breasts.”
“Don’t call them breasts, call them tits. It sounds dirtier.”
“Fuck no; I’m not calling them anything. Just keep those…” I said pointing “…to yourself.” I turned, rinsing my mug in the sink, trying to find a distraction to get out of this conversation. “Jesus, this whole weekend’s been so fucking weird.”
Creeping up behind me, Kelly continued. “Well, I guess if you want to see them, then yes, I should show them to you.”
Oh shit. I put the cup in the dishwasher and turned to my sister. “Kelly, no means no. I don’t want to see your tits. I don’t want to see Mom’s tits. You’re my sister and she’s our mother. And this… this is way outside of the norm.”
Her eyes shined with mischief. “Who gives a fuck about the norm? This is more fun.” Her wicked grin faded to soft pouting lips with soft eyes. “You know what that Big Brother? This top feels a little loose. These straps for some reason just keep falling down.” Her hands played at the thin straps.
I pointed my finger at her.
“Nope! Kelly, stop that!”
She blinked her big, puppy dog eyes at me. “Stop what?” she asked letting one strap fall off her shoulder. “Oh there, you see? They’re doing it again.”
“Kelly…”
She continued. “I guess it’s kind of good that it is it’s getting really warm in here. Do you feel a little warm?” She let the second strand fall, leaving her shoulders bare. The fabric clung to her top as she gripped the seat of the stool between her legs, pushing her breasts together.
“You know what, Kelly, I’m gonna’ go to the other room.” I said gesturing, “You do whatever you want with your breasts, tits, melons, whatever… I don’t give a shit. I’ll just be in there and you stay here.”
Her smile returned as she leaned back and grabbed her chest. “Really? You think they’re like melons?” She hoisted them up, one in each hand.
I rolled my eyes. “Fuck it. Have fun!”
She winked, “I will.” But before I could leave, her eyes quickly flew to my crotch, suddenly growing wide. “Oh why hey there little guy!” she said, “Are you trying to come out to play? I have a couple friends you may enjoy.” She jiggled her breasts.
I looked down, instantly shocked and embarrassed to find my jeans tenting out in front of me. Though my mind had been in discomfort, my cock was crying for joy at the prospect my sister was offering. Few things are worse than your body betraying you to your family.
“God damnit Kelly!” I exclaimed as I left the kitchen, face flushed red and dignity long gone. “I don’t have time for this. I got your project to work on.”
“Oh shit!” she said quickly changing demeanor as she chased after me, fixing her straps as she ran. “Please let me help!”
“No, you got your boobs to worry about.” I said as I picked up my computer bag and camera. My cock still cried out to me, begging to bury itself between what I’m sure were her spectacular tits.