I’d watched her steal that shirt from my side of the closet that morning. She’d been naked except for the miniature white panties that covered her exquisite little rump. The muscles of her sleek back had rippled and played as she’d pulled my shirt down off its hangar and she slipped it on. Then she’d sauntered back to my side of the bed, bent, and kissed me on the cheek.
“When you’ve fucked me enough today, you’ll get your shirt back, got it?” she whispered her sexual ransom before chuckling and leaving the bedroom.
I’d barely woken up and she was already plotting sex for the day. Yep, I loved this woman.
I watched with amusement as Bobbie’s eyes traced down Sam’s toned dancer’s legs where they emerged from the bottom of the shirt. He was missing the best part – her tiny, tight tush was the stuff of a teenage boy’s wet dreams.
Sam caught Bobbie eyeing her up and smiled indulgently, enjoying the young man’s attention. “So what are you guys up to today?”
“Not much. Just hangin’ out,” he answered casually.
I pushed the seat next to me towards him. “Well, pull up a chair then.”
I got up and re-filled my coffee cup and poured one for Heather so she wouldn’t continue to mooch from Samantha. I offered some to Bobbie but he scrunched up his face and shook his head in a way that said he hadn’t yet discovered coffee. Sam poured him a glass of orange juice instead.
“So how was your birthday?” Sam asked him.
“Good. Different though. It’s not like when you’re a kid right? You’re not knee deep in presents and gorging yourself on birthday cake. I think I miss those days a little.”
“Welcome to adulthood,” I saluted him with my coffee cup and he smiled.
“So Bobbie, what was it like?” I asked. “Growing up with Heather, I mean. Your parents have told us some pretty funny stories.”
“Sis? Growing up with her was fun. She’s always been a goofball. And sweet. She’s always been pretty too. Even before she went and got all, you know, curvy.”
Heather’s fantastic proportions and the process of growing into them had always fascinated slender Samantha. “Yeah, what was that like?” she asked, “Living with her when she started turning into a woman?”
Bobbie looked thoughtful. “Confusing. For both of us, I think.”
Heather nodded agreement. “All of a sudden we had these boundaries.”
“You two needed space?”
Heather shook her head. “Us? No! It was our parents. They watched us like hawks! The whole time Bobbie and I grew up we had been comfortable around each other. Physical contact wasn’t weird or awkward. It was natural. Nice. We used to wrestle over silly little things when we were kids – like who got the last chocolate chip cookie.”
Heather smirked and gestured across her oversized chest, “Then I grew these giant boobs and all of a sudden Mom was all over us, breaking us up any time we were touching for more than a few seconds.”
Bobbie chuckled. “Yep, no more wrestling over cookies. Our parents were extra jumpy when we played together at the beach or in the pool. It was those bikini tops of yours. You looked like a porn cartoon when you were thirteen.”