05-11-2022, 03:28 PM
I twisted around so I was facing Melanie, then moved my right arm around her. She tugged me to her and leaned on me. I slid my hand up her smooth back, then down again. She let out a soft moan as she wiggled against me. Her breasts moved over my chest and I lowered my eyes towards them.
"We better finish looking through this stuff so mom doesn't wonder what's taking us so long." I told my sister after a while.
"You're probably right." she said as she leaned away from me.
Instantly my eyes drifted down to the front of her blouse. Her nipples were harder and thicker than earlier. Their size and shape were very noticeable through the white cotton.
Melanie's eyes followed mine. Her cheeks were flushed. She gave me a sexy smile. "See, it's not only you who gets excited when we're alone." she told me.
My sister's comment put me at ease, but it also turned me on even more. "Good." I told her.
Melanie and I resumed looking through boxes, picking out things to sell, which we put into the empty box she had found. I think she was as eager as I was to finish and get back downstairs.
Eventually Melanie and I were able to fill three more boxes with items we had found for our yard sale the next day. We carried them down to show our mother, who seemed surprised by how much we had gathered.
"You guys should do well tomorrow," mom said "it's supposed to be sunny, so there should be lots of people around."
"I hope so. I really could use the money." Melanie said, sounding nervous and hopeful.
I went into the living room to watch television while Melanie showed our mother what we had found in the attic. My mind was preoccupied with my sister as I looked across the room at the flickering screen. A little while later she came in and sat down on the couch to my right, giving me a smile as her eyes darted down to my lap.
Our mother followed Melanie into the living room and sat down on a chair beside us. For the next few hours my sister and I watched television, afraid to interact for fear of raising suspicions with our mother.
After our mother had gone to bed Melanie turned around on the couch to face me. Her knees were inches from my thigh. "I hope we make a lot of money tomorrow." she said.
"Me too," I added "but I don't dare count on it."
"Maybe if I wear that tank top I had on the other day more people will stop," she joked "you seemed to like it on me."
"Or better yet: The Spice Girls t-shirt." I shot back.
Melanie laughed. "I thought you said that my boobs were too big to fit into it." she reminded me with a giggle.
"Yeah... they are." I said, glancing down to her chest.
"Even this blouse is kind of tight on me." my sister remarked, taking a brief glance down.
"I noticed." I admitted, feeling emboldened by her frank comments.
"I bet you like it though." she remarked with a grin.
"Yes, I do."
"You probably don't like it as much as the tank top though -- no chance for a look down the front."
Melanie gave me a knowing smile as I blushed. "Here, how's this?" she asked.
Before I could ask my sister what she meant she had unbuttoned the top button. She pulled her blouse open to reveal her cleavage. I stared into her gaping blouse, surprised by how her breasts retained their rounded shape even without a bra.
"Better?" she asked, her voice heavy and lusty sounding.
"Much... but if mom comes down we're in so much shit."
"Don't worry, we'll be able to hear her coming," Melanie said, then paused a while "you know that white sundress I have?"
"The one with the flowers and thin straps?" I could vividly recall the dress she was referring to. It was tight, with small pink flowers. It was probably a size too small for my sister, judging by how it hugged her curves.
"Yeah... you noticed," she said, sounding pleased "well, a few weeks ago when I was wearing it mom said that I was going to get you all worked-up because I was showing a lot of cleavage."
"Did she sound upset?" I asked, concerned.
"Nah... she was laughing about it. She didn't care. Mom's not naive. She knows what guys are like." my sister said.
"But it's different when I'm looking at you," I reminded her "don't you think she'd care about me staring at your boobs?"
"If she did, she never said so." Melanie told me.
"Wow..." I said in near disbelief.
"We better finish looking through this stuff so mom doesn't wonder what's taking us so long." I told my sister after a while.
"You're probably right." she said as she leaned away from me.
Instantly my eyes drifted down to the front of her blouse. Her nipples were harder and thicker than earlier. Their size and shape were very noticeable through the white cotton.
Melanie's eyes followed mine. Her cheeks were flushed. She gave me a sexy smile. "See, it's not only you who gets excited when we're alone." she told me.
My sister's comment put me at ease, but it also turned me on even more. "Good." I told her.
Melanie and I resumed looking through boxes, picking out things to sell, which we put into the empty box she had found. I think she was as eager as I was to finish and get back downstairs.
Eventually Melanie and I were able to fill three more boxes with items we had found for our yard sale the next day. We carried them down to show our mother, who seemed surprised by how much we had gathered.
"You guys should do well tomorrow," mom said "it's supposed to be sunny, so there should be lots of people around."
"I hope so. I really could use the money." Melanie said, sounding nervous and hopeful.
I went into the living room to watch television while Melanie showed our mother what we had found in the attic. My mind was preoccupied with my sister as I looked across the room at the flickering screen. A little while later she came in and sat down on the couch to my right, giving me a smile as her eyes darted down to my lap.
Our mother followed Melanie into the living room and sat down on a chair beside us. For the next few hours my sister and I watched television, afraid to interact for fear of raising suspicions with our mother.
After our mother had gone to bed Melanie turned around on the couch to face me. Her knees were inches from my thigh. "I hope we make a lot of money tomorrow." she said.
"Me too," I added "but I don't dare count on it."
"Maybe if I wear that tank top I had on the other day more people will stop," she joked "you seemed to like it on me."
"Or better yet: The Spice Girls t-shirt." I shot back.
Melanie laughed. "I thought you said that my boobs were too big to fit into it." she reminded me with a giggle.
"Yeah... they are." I said, glancing down to her chest.
"Even this blouse is kind of tight on me." my sister remarked, taking a brief glance down.
"I noticed." I admitted, feeling emboldened by her frank comments.
"I bet you like it though." she remarked with a grin.
"Yes, I do."
"You probably don't like it as much as the tank top though -- no chance for a look down the front."
Melanie gave me a knowing smile as I blushed. "Here, how's this?" she asked.
Before I could ask my sister what she meant she had unbuttoned the top button. She pulled her blouse open to reveal her cleavage. I stared into her gaping blouse, surprised by how her breasts retained their rounded shape even without a bra.
"Better?" she asked, her voice heavy and lusty sounding.
"Much... but if mom comes down we're in so much shit."
"Don't worry, we'll be able to hear her coming," Melanie said, then paused a while "you know that white sundress I have?"
"The one with the flowers and thin straps?" I could vividly recall the dress she was referring to. It was tight, with small pink flowers. It was probably a size too small for my sister, judging by how it hugged her curves.
"Yeah... you noticed," she said, sounding pleased "well, a few weeks ago when I was wearing it mom said that I was going to get you all worked-up because I was showing a lot of cleavage."
"Did she sound upset?" I asked, concerned.
"Nah... she was laughing about it. She didn't care. Mom's not naive. She knows what guys are like." my sister said.
"But it's different when I'm looking at you," I reminded her "don't you think she'd care about me staring at your boobs?"
"If she did, she never said so." Melanie told me.
"Wow..." I said in near disbelief.
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