“I used to have trouble filling out an A cup. It was annoying having gappy underwear. I had to be careful matching some sweaters with the right shaped bra. Ugh, I hated it,” she grumbled. “But now, I am seriously filling out this bra. I’ve got extra cleavage in a C-cup!”
She spun to face him, holding the top of the robe open. “Check it out.”
“Whoa.” It was all he could get out. The roundness of her creamy white breasts overfilled her bra slightly, pressing together into a tight cleavage above it. Her pale skin against the electric blue was… well… electric.
“You like?” She shrugged her shoulders and her chest swung minutely.
He gawked a little and found his voice, “I think you could hypnotize people with those things.”
“Really? People? Anyone in particular? Like you perhaps?”
No point in denying it. “Yeah, I’m afraid I’m ‘people.’ ”
“Good. Now hand me the matching panties.”
He did. They were small and lacy. There wasn’t much fabric to them.
Bending over slowly, painstakingly, she stepped into them and pulled them up and on beneath the robe. She flung the robe off to stand in front of her brother.
“How’s the whole package?”
He gave his best, cheesy wolf whistle. “You’d have your pick, but I’d go with Perfect 10.”
“Huh?”
“The magazine. Don’t get me wrong, Playboy and Penthouse would take you too, I’m just saying.”
“Dork. Want to be the first to get a new, big boobie hug?”
“Sure,” he said as she slid the two steps into him and pressed herself gently against his body.
“How’s that?” she giggled.
“Nice.” He looked down over her shoulder at her ass. The lacy electric blue panties weren’t a thong but they were quite brief. Half of her buttcheeks were uncovered. Her tush looked delectable. “You’re tarting up the panties a bit there too sis. Mom might freak when she sees them in the washer.”
“You said that if I got big boobs that people wouldn’t notice the rest of me. You had a point, so I’m emphasizing my sweet little tush a bit extra.”
“That wasn’t the point I was trying to make.”
“I know. But I derive a certain satisfaction out of twisting your honorable intentions to my own devious ends.”
Her cheeky response rang so true that it made him pause for a moment. “Sis, I’m having that printed on a t-shirt for you to wear around. It could be your life’s slogan.”
“And I’d wear it,” she snickered. “But for now, here’s your fair warning Tunny, I’m not putting any more clothes on than this for today. I want to enjoy my spiffy new body. Think you’ll survive?”
“Sure. I’m a… what did you call me?”
“A pyramid of willpower.”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re gay,” she reminded him with a smirk.
“Sure, I’m a big ol’ gay pyramid of willpower.”
She giggled. “Speaking of which, there’s a bone I’ve been meaning to pick with you for awhile now.”
“Hmmm?” he covered his mouth against a stolen kiss as she leaned into him.
Instead, she whispered into his ear, “Why didn’t you tell me that cum tastes so good?”
“Dammit it, Jess!”
“Haha. Gotcha. Come on, I’ll make you breakfast. When is the last time you had my patented oatmeal?” She ducked out her bedroom door and down the stairs.
With Jess gone, Winston’s eyes sought the cum-soaked towel from the previous night. It was his very own Tell-Tale Heart, he could practically hear it throbbing: “Bad brother. Bad brother. Bad brother.”
It took him a moment to locate the towel because it wasn’t in the wash basket he’d tossed it into last night. Jess must have moved it. It was on the bed now. “Wait a second, had she been talking about the taste of his cum?” he wondered before crushing that down with a heavy mix fear, revulsion and disbelief. He shook his head and followed his sister down into the kitchen.
Jessica’s patented oatmeal had less to do with oatmeal and more to do with the maple syrup, brown sugar, honey and assorted dried fruits (raisins, cranberries and chopped apricots) that she added lustily. Oatmeal was just a binder. The stuff was essentially sugar-based rocket fuel. Winston loved it, but then his sweet tooth was almost as big as hers.
He sat at the kitchen table and watched while his gorgeous, half-naked teenage sister stirred the oatmeal on the range top with a wooden spoon. Her small blue-pantied ass swayed back and forth enticingly. She glanced back at him occasionally to smile and, he began to realize, to make sure he was still watching her. If she’d been wearing high heels too, the scene would have looked like the improbable beginning to a porn movie.
“She’s going to wear you down,” the thought bubbled into his head, unbidden. Like an enormous burp, it belched up from his subconscious. This part of him knew what the rest of him was denying vigorously. It made him bite his lower lip. His sister wanted to do things with him. Well, they’d already done things. But she wanted to do more things. Things brothers and sisters shouldn’t do. Now she had a new and improved body working for her.
He wondered what would hurt her feelings more. Giving in to her seduction? Or resisting it? He pushed these thoughts away too.
They ate their oatmeal at the kitchen table, chatting about their plans for the day. Jessica was supposed to lay low for another 24 hours. She’d be able to venture out tomorrow. In the meantime, Winston had errands to run: grocery shopping, drugstore, post office. He offered to swing by the video store and pick up a few movies for her.
“Yeah, get something I would like?” Jess brightened.
Winston knew what that meant: chic-flicks.
“Anything else you need while I’m out?” he asked. His mind was on last night’s plea to buy her a new vibrator.
“Nah, I’m good.” She shrugged as she picked up his empty bowl and hers and moved to put them in the dishwasher.
Winston was relieved. He had not been looking forward to purchasing a sex toy for his sister.
“Hey, when you get back, can we figure out a way to wash my hair?”
“Sure.”
Winston ran his errands. He came back with groceries and two sappy movies for his sister.
“Up here!” Jessica called from upstairs as he finished putting stuff away in the fridge.
She called him into the bathroom. She was still wearing nothing but her bra and panties. She’d switched into the identical black set. Apparently she was serious about being barely dressed for the foreseeable future. The black stood out against her perfect ivory skin. It also looked a bit sluttier. It took him a moment to tear his eyes away from her and realize that she had set up a plastic folding chair backed up against the tub.
She waited patiently without comment as his eyes raked her body. She enjoyed her newly acquired ability to distract him. “Do you think it will work for a shampoo? I can lean my head back and you can use the hand rinser.”
“Looks good to me. When do you want…”
“Right now please. I can’t stand myself any longer.”
He chuckled and reached past her to turn on the water and let it warm up. After a minute, he told her to lean back and let the hand rinser’s spray touch the back of her neck. “Good?”
“Perfect.”
He wetted her hair down with the warm water and squeezed a good-sized glob of his sister’s rosemary-mint shampoo into his palm.
“Oooohhhh,” Jessica cooed happily as he began lathering her hair from the back of her neck, standing next to her. He soon realized why salons have setups where the shampooist can stand behind the basin. It was awkward shampooing from just one side. He couldn’t see what he was doing on the opposite side.
He swung a leg around the front of the chair and easily straddled his sister. Being tall had a few advantages. When he glanced down he was looking directly at her cleavage. He wondered how long it would take for him to stop noticing it.
For her part, Jess didn’t move. Her eyes were still closed. She looked ecstatic at finally getting her hair washed. And the truth was, he was enjoying it too. It felt intimate without being sexual. He liked being close to her. He lost himself in rubbing and lathering his kid sister’s pretty hair.
When every strand had been soaped squeaky clean, he began rinsing her down. He started at her front hairline and worked downwards. As he made his way down towards the back of her neck he lifted her head. They repeated the procedure with the matching conditioner.