My younger sister Lois has a great body (38-24-37) in contrast to my puny 34-25-36 measurements.My younger sister Lois has a great body (38-24-37) in contrast to my puny 34-25-36 measurements. I used to tell her that she should have gone in for modeling. There have been many times when we've seen each other naked. Once, I was in the shower while she was putting on her make-up at the bathroom sink. She was naked and I, forgetting she was there, came out of the shower to get a towel. That was the first time it happened and when I commented to her about trying to be a model, she countered with a friendly compliment about my "petite" figure, and how she wished her tits were small like mine. I knew it was a lie, but I loved her for saying it. Right now, though, with all that's happened, I'm not sure I know how I feel about her anymore. But maybe I shouldn't blame her at all. Maybe it's all Billy's fault. Billy and I had been going together for about a month when he met Lois. He and I weren't sure where our relationship was headed, but we were pretty content with it, and had our share of sexy times along the way. There'd been a lot of sloppy kissing and heavy breathing (the breathing part was all mine). He knew about the padding in my bra and the true size of my breasts, since I let him feel me under the cups. After that, it was me who undid my pants and guided his hand in there so he could finger fuck me. I never got so hot and worked up in all my life. After he drove me home, I had to walk from the car to my front door bow legged, my panties were so soaked and sticky. Even that time, though, we didn't go all the way. He saw he had me coming good, and made a move to open his pants. I could see the bulge behind his zipper, but even so, I stopped him. Maybe it was kind of cruel, but I wasn't ready for the relationship to go that far just yet. I wasn't a virgin by any means, but I had scruples. When I first introduced Billy to Lois, I saw instantly that he found her extremely attractive. (Did she have to wear the halter top and her cut off jeans that night?) She looked like a sexpot. If I put my hand on Billy's crotch right then, I'm sure I would have felt the biggest hard-on a man could have. I could see she was interested, too. She kept smiling and making comments about the way she was dressed, saying that she hoped he liked the color of the halter she was wearing, when it was obvious it wasn't the material he was staring at. |