“What’s the matter, Matt? Haven’t you ever seen tits before?” Carol said.
It took a moment to digest what I was seeing. I stared at my sister’s full round breasts, noticing how they wobbled as she laughed. Bill continued standing behind Carol as she displayed her bare chest.
“Sure, but I’ve never seen any as nice as yours are, Carol,” I said. I guess the tequila removed my usual shyness.
“Isn’t my brother sweet?” Carol said.
“He’s right, baby. You have spectacular tits,” Bill said as he moved his hands up and cupped her mounds.
Carol turned around, kissed Bill, and said, “Do I get my drink now?”
“I don’t know. You have a hard time keeping your clothes on when you drink tequila.”
Taking her husband’s hand, Carol walked toward the bar. “Make it a double, sweetie.”
Stopping, my sister turned to me. She glanced at my crotch, smiling when she saw the tent in my nylon running shorts.
Giggling, Carol said, “My brother does like my tits.” Shaking her shoulders and making her breasts jiggle, she put her hand between Bill’s legs. “You like them too, don’t you?”
“You better believe I do, baby,” Bill replied.
We went to the bar to have a drink. As Bill poured tequila into Carol’s glass, she reminded him she wanted a double. I stood next to my sister, wondering what the hell was going on. Instead of downing her drink, Carol took a sip.
We moved to the couches and sat down. Rather than sitting in our usual spots, Carol sat in the middle between Bill and me. She put her arms on the back of the cushions, displaying her large breasts. While we sat there, she ran her fingers through Bill’s and my hair. I thought it was a bit strange that Bill didn’t say anything about my sister’s overt affection.
“They’re thirty-six D if you’re wondering,” Bill said to me.
Laughing, I said, “You wear the same size bra as you did when you lived at home.”
“Did my little brother look at my bras?” Carl said. I grinned and nodded. “Did you look at my panties too?”
“I may have looked at them,” I said.
Putting her hand on my leg, Carol giggled and said, “Did you use my undies when you jacked off?”
“No, but I did think about it,” I said.
“My panties and bras weren’t real sexy back then,” Carol said. “Bill has me wearing sexy things now.”
Feeling brave, I looked at Carol and said, “So, was what Bill said about losing your clothes when you drink tequila true?”
Bill bounced one of Carol’s boobs in the palm of his hand. “She doesn’t need to drink to get naked. Your big sister is quite the exhibitionist. If you notice, there aren’t any tan lines on her tits.”
Carol removed her arms from the back of the couch. She gripped the waistband of her shorts and wiggled as she pushed them down. When her shorts reached her feet, she kicked them off, leaving her in her pink lace thong.
“If you boys want anything more, you have to show me something,” Carol said.
Bill got up, went to the bar, and grabbed three beers. When he returned, he handed one to Carol and me, put his on the coffee table, and removed his shorts. I glanced at him, noticing he wasn’t wearing underwear.
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