At times we even found ourselves hugging more than twice. This physical contact was noted by both of us and it was clear that we both wanted it—or that we wanted more of it—only we couldn’t come out and admit it to each other. The taboo was still very strong despite our crumbling it down so far.
What we needed was a triggering point; a stimulus of some sort; something to initiate the events that would remove that boundary between us; a coup de grâce mind you.
She came to my room one night wearing a long T-shirt which came halfway down to her thighs. She wasn’t wearing any shorts so I assumed she was wearing her panties underneath. There was something about her that night that looked very alluring. It wasn’t her long and inviting legs or even the way that T-shirt clung to her curves; instead it were her nipples protruding through the thin material, quite visible, quite enticing, and quite vocal in declaring the lack of a bra.
That was the first time she had come in front of me without a bra. Her supple breasts had more freedom of movement and their shape was more defined, or rather refined, without the usual constrictions. She looked very sexy. Her breasts were much more fluid than usual and they practically danced with each move.
It was a bold step for her as she tried to be as casual with me as she had been during our previous goodnight encounters. Only her body was tense, her face flustered, and her demeanor was a little sheepish. It was obvious that she was feeling self-conscious, not knowing how I would react. It was also obvious from the looks she was giving me that she wanted me to react. She had made the first move, even though it was a very subtle one. But she has taken the first step to make our relationship more than what it had been up until then.
I had this strong urge to hold her in my arms and feel those breasts on my chest. I knew that she was probably expecting me to do something different and probably was ready for whatever it was that I would do. Throwing caution to the wind, I went ahead and took her into my arms. It was a usual move for me, because a hug had become such a big routine for us, but this time, I held her differently. I held her strongly, with my arms wrapped around the upper part of her body. I squeezed her into me with more force to increase the contact between our chests. I then did something new. I pressed my hands on her shoulder blades and gave a sudden push to force her breasts even deeper into my chest. It was a deliberate push and it would clearly give her the message that I was making our hug a sexual one.
She had her arms around my neck and she hugged me back with equal force. When my push on her shoulder blades squeezed our chest together so tightly, I felt a sudden burst of her breath near my ear and I think I heard a muffled sound as well, as if she was trying to silence her own reaction. It was clearly a positive response, and even an approval of what I had done.
I started to caress her back, softly and gently. I didn’t stop at the small of her back, I actually traced my palms over the entire of her back. I moved my hands cautiously, but passionately, stopping short of touching the top of her butt. I was holding a sexy, blond woman in my arms instead of my sister, and it was very intoxicating and very arousing. I shifted my upper body from right to left and then from left to right, ever so slightly and ever so gently, so that her nipples could trace lines across my chest. At one stage, I am pretty sure, my nipples must have caressed her nipples; both of our nipples were fully erect under the pressure of our emotions.