Adultery real incidents....sheer luck --- depthlover

[ddey333]

My wet clothes and hair had left me cold and it occurred to me that Melanie must be too. Despite how much I may not have wanted her to change I thought she might want to put on some dry clothes.

"Are you cold? Do you want to go change into something else?" I asked.

"What? Don't I look good in this?" she teased, sounding surprised by my question.

"Of course, but I thought you might want to change into something dry and warm."

"You're so thoughtful," she said, smiling "I wouldn't mind drying my hair, actually. Come on up while I do that and we can count the money too."

I followed Melanie upstairs. She stopped at her bedroom door.

"Go on in. I'm going to get a towel and I'll be right in." she said.

I opened my sister's bedroom door and stepped inside, looking around. I could hear the rain beating against the roof and her bedroom window. A few seconds later Melanie joined me. She had a white towel over her head and was rubbing it over her drenched hair. Her breasts shook and bounced with the vigorous movements of her arms. My eyes were pulled towards them as they danced beneath her wet dress.

Melanie sat down on the bed. She slid towards the middle and brought her feet up on it.

I pulled the crumpled bills and coins from my jeans that our yard sale had netted us and dropped them on the bed. I sat down and began counting.

"Not bad -- sixty-three dollars." I told her once I had finished counting the money.

"Cool. We would have probably made even more if it weren't for the rain," she added "hopefully tomorrow will be nice."

I nodded as I counted out Melanie's share of the money. Once I had finished I pushed it towards her. She leaned to her right and placed it on the stand beside her bed, then sat up again, facing me.

"Your nipples look dark." I remarked as I stared at the dusky circles showing through her wet dress.

"Yeah," she said, looking up "but you probably already knew that."

"No, I've never seen them."

"I'm surprised. After all the times you've looked down my tops, I was sure there were a few times you must have seen them."

"No. Never." I told her.

Melanie's eyes moved about as she thought. "Want to see them?" she offered.

"You mean it?" I asked in disbelief. My eyes widened as I looked down to the front of her dress.



"Sure, why not? You've already pretty much seen them all anyway. I may as well let you have a good look at them." she explained.

"Wow... thanks, Mel." I gushed. My heart raced and my cock throbbed in anticipation.

Melanie slid closer to me on her bed. As she moved her dress slipped up her dark thighs, uncovering most of them. I looked down at her silky brown skin, then back up to her chest. Her left knee caressed my thigh and her hands were laying on her exposed thighs. She sat up straight.

"Go ahead." she prodded.

"What?" I asked, still waiting for her to expose her breasts to me.

Melanie sighed, seeming nervous, which I understood. I was too, despite how horny I was.

"If I tell you something, do you promise not to laugh?" she asked.

"Sure. What?"

"For almost a year now I've had this fantasy of you some day just tugging my top down when I was wearing something like this and uncovering my boobs. That you couldn't take my teasing any more and just decided to make me show them to you -- whether I wanted to or not."

"Wow... that's hot," I said "but I would have never dared do something like that."

"But... I want you to, Mark." Her voice was sexy, almost begging.

I hooked my fingers in the thin straps of my sister's dress. Her skin was soft and warm as the backs of my hands grazed over it. I eased the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and looked down as more of her chest was uncovered. Seconds later I could see the curves of her round breasts appearing. My heart sped up as I slid the straps down her arms, feeling her skin on my hands. Now I could see more than half of her full breasts as the front of her dress fell down. I swallowed hard when I saw the edges of her areolas, then her hard nipples. They were a bit smaller than the tip of my finger and darker than I anticipated. The lighter rings surrounding them were larger than I had guessed, judging from how they looked through her wet dress. I stared at my sister's breasts. They stood out from her thin body. Round, firm, and turned slightly upwards, as if her swollen brown nipples were reaching up towards my mouth. I licked my lips as I imagined sucking on them.

Melanie's breasts looked perfect -- better than I could have imagined or wished for. Her skin was soft and tanned. I ran my eyes over her globes, imagining my hands cupping them, pushing them up so her thick nipples met my mouth -- pushing them together and sliding my cock between them. My mind filled with all sorts of lewd possibilities.

"Do you like them?" she asked, sounding nervous.

"They're perfect." I breathed, still staring.

"Thanks, but they're not." she said.

"I love them," I said "but what makes them even more special is that they're a part of you."

Melanie looked up to me, seeming confused and surprised for a moment, then she smiled. "So, if they were smaller you'd still like them because they're mine?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes, they'd still be perfect on anyone, but I love them because I love you." I told her.

I waited for my sister's reply, but when it never came I looked up to her face. Her bottom lip was trembling and her breathing forced. I saw a solitary tear running down her left cheek.

"Shit... what's wrong, Mel? I'm sorry. What did I say?" I spat out.

Melanie shook her head as she ran her hand over her left cheek. "No... nothing's wrong, Mark," she stammered "it's just what you said. You make me feel so... special."

"But, you are." I asserted, clutching her arms.

"Yeah... because I've got big tits." she spat out, sounding cynical.