I was twenty-three now and was moving into my first apartment. I was excited not to be living with my parents or having to share a place. Once I got a few items of furniture in place I had my sister come over for a visit. Jaime is my only sibling and was twenty-five. She is normally very serious and she will tell you exactly what she thinks. She popped over on a Saturday morning to check things out.
"It's a little spartan but it will do for now," she told me.
I should describe my sister to you. Jaime has short brown hair and normally dresses conservatively. The one thing she can't cover up well is her boobs. They are huge and no matter what shirt or bra she has on, they tend to stick out. I know I shouldn't stare but I couldn't help myself that morning. I was horny and hadn't had sex in quite awhile. Jaime must have caught me looking.
"Do you normally stare at your sister's boobs all the time?"
I was a little embarrassed. I said I was sorry. Jaime said that she sometimes thought it was a curse. Guys didn't take her seriously. They were too busy looking at her chest. I tried to behave but my eyes went wandering. I could see that Jaime caught me looking again. She stood up from the chair she was sitting in. She spun around a few times.
"Did you get a good look this time?" She asked.
I guess I was a smart ass.
"No, I would like to see more," I told her.
Much to my surprise, Jaime lifted up on her shirt. She pulled it up over her head. She reached back and unsnapped her bra. She threw it over to where I was sitting. I was shocked. This wasn't the sister I knew. She took her hands and reached underneath and held her tits. She walked closer to me.