Incest It Had To Be Magic

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"Been saving these for us to finish. Now who is the best sister?" Barb looked as tired as I felt. I popped the top and took a deep drink. It hit the spot.

"You are the best sis. This had to be the best beer I have ever had." I said as I took a sip.

"The food of the God's. No expense spared for this one of a kind, truly unique beer." I said as I held up the beer and looked at the label.

"Bob's Discount Beer." I said pretending to read the label.

"Smart ass. If you don't want it just say so and I will drink it." Barb stuck her lips out and up as she said this to let me know she didn't think was funny.

"Just raggin on you, sis. You know I want it." But even as I was telling her this she was trying to get it back out of my hand.

"Come on. You know I was kidding." I was laughing and trying to keep her from taking it as she smacked me with a couch pillow

The pillow made contact with my beer and it flew out of my hand. It was like watching a slow motion shot as I watched the beer tip end over end, covering my sister's T-shirt, face, shorts and finally the couch. Since she had the beers on ice, it was cold. As the beer made contact with her shirt, several things seemed to happen all at once. She took a huge gasp from the cold liquid hitting hot skin, her shirt became somewhat transparent and her nipples became so hard that I could see them trying to poke through the bra she was wearing. As the shock of the cold began to wean, I could see she was really getting mad.

"Look what you did to me?" Her hands were held up like I need some prompting to notice she was covered in beer. It was so funny I could not help but laugh.

Just as I was about to remind her that she was the one that hit my beer with the pillow, I looked up and saw her face scrunched up as a drop of beer ran down her forehead, over her nose and just dropped. This made me start laughing again. Finally her frown turned to smile and then a laugh as well. Before long, we were both laughing. She got up to get a towel to wipe off her face and clean up the spilled beer on the couch. I told her I would get the couch so she could go change.

I had the couch all cleaned up when she returned with a new T-shirt. She had a towel over her head, drying her hair. As she ran the towel over her hair, her breasts were bouncing; there was no doubt she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hard nipples were poking through the material. It was so hypnotic I could not keep from watching. What had captured my attention were her pierced nipples. I could see the outline of the rings through her T-shirt. They were not small rings; they were very large and went up and down as she continued to rub her hair dry with the towel. I am not sure if my eyes were bulging out, or if my mouth was open, but there was no doubt she caught me. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move or say anything. In a flash, my cock was rock hard in my pants, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. She glanced at my growing problem for just a second then at my face, that I am sure was turning red. I guess she understood my reaction or just didn't want to address it, so she just sat on the couch and acted like she didn't notice.

"Next time you do something like that, you can get your own beer," she said with a smile, letting me know she didn't mean it.