“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Aaron,” Emma said. She shifted her attention to the food. “We better eat before it gets cold.”
Emma and Aaron ladled spoonsful of bisque into their mouths for a few minutes. The taste was subtle and exquisite, but Aaron had difficulty paying attention to his food, as delicious and aromatic as it was. He kept sneaking glimpses of his topless sister across the table. Every time he did, he saw her catch him looking at her. She smiled.
Emma shook her shoulders when Aaron looked up from his bisque at her. Her breasts swayed, and he caught himself starting to moan with desire. Emma grinned. Then she leaned forward. Her breasts fell away from her chest, and she aimed one hard nipple at the bowl of bisque below her. She dipped it in, swirled it in the bowl, and withdrew it. A firm pert breast was coated in the orangey-pink bisque. Emma tore off a piece of steaming French bread, and she rubbed it over her nipple. The flaky fresh dough soaked up the bisque. Emma leaned across the table, and she offered the soaked bread to her brother’s mouth, which was open in surprise and need. He couldn’t resist. He opened his mouth wider, and Emma pushed the piece of bread in. He savored the soft texture of the bread and the flavor of the bisque, knowing it coated his sister’s tit a moment before. He swallowed and closed his eyes.
This can’t really be happening, can it? he asked himself. His beautiful sister was sitting across the table wearing nothing but pink panties. The culinary assault on his senses scrambled his brain and made it difficult to think straight. Even when his eyes were closed the steamy, fishy scent of the bisque filled his nose.
Aaron opened his eyes, to see Emma standing up from the table.
“Time for the next course,” she said.
She pushed her chair back and walked around the table to within a few feet of Aaron. She hooked her thumbs around the skinny sides of her panties.
“I won’t be needing these for the next course,” she said.
With that, she pushed the panties down her legs, fast, and in two seconds they lay pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of them. Aaron’s sister was naked. For the first time in his life, Aaron saw Emma’s pussy. A closely cropped, upside-down triangle of brown fur lay atop her pubic mound, but below that everything was shaved bare. The sweet, fleshy hood over her clit, the inviting swell of her lips, the secretive vertical slit that lay between them — all were exposed to Aaron’s gaze. It was the sweetest and most delicious thing he’d ever seen. With extreme effort he looked up from between her legs to her face, which was fixed in a lascivious smile.
“Do you want to eat the next course?” Emma asked him.
Aaron gulped.
“Sure.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Emma turned away, walking back to the kitchen. Aaron turned around in his chair to follow the sight of her bare ass, ripe and perfectly round, swaying with each step.
After a few minutes over the stove, Emma returned, a white serving dish in each mitten-covered hand. Aaron had never been served dinner by a nude woman before, and the smells rising from the hot dishes of mashed potatoes and beef bourguignon reached his nose before his nude sister reached the table.