She's my sister but yet she still wanted my opinion. Entering our summer before college, she needed to make sure her beach body was up to par for her 19th birthday. She was making me rather jealous since her birthday was next week and my 19th not until next year. I stood there and looked at her in the bikini she was wearing. She told me, with a wink, it's the easiest way for me to see all of her curves without being naked. I told her to turn around so I could see her from behind. I sat down on her bed and didn't know what I was doing. I mean, she wanted me to tell her where she needed to work on her body, but from what I saw she looked perfect. No love handles, toned abs, long toned legs, a nice little thigh gap, a shapely ass, and breasts that were probably the perfect size and had no droop what so ever.
Lindsay turned back around, facing me and saw my expression. It was one of pure awe and slight confusion. She asked me what I thought and told me to be brotherly honest so I told her exactly what I was thinking. She was skeptical at first though, asking if her boobs were big enough. I just looked at her and nodded my head.
That's when I thought she was crazier than I. She asked me to get a feel of her boobs to make sure that they're a perfect handful. I stood up and hesitated, keeping my hands at my side. Lindsay stepped up to me and winked, saying it was okay. She took my hands and brought them up to her chest. I closed my eyes and felt my sister's breasts for the first time. I gently squeezed and caressed them, wanting to hold them for hours. I couldn't dream of a more perfect pair of breasts. I wanted to fall asleep using them as pillows then wake up the next morning to them and spend the day with her breasts.
