She walks in the house and pours a glass of wine. The last few months have been a real challenge for her. She begins to vent and I sip from my glass, content to watch my sister rant and admire her body. Since it’s summer her favorite outfits consist of short-shorts, and translucent tank tops both of which cling to her burnished golden skin. Despite her breasts being a full DD, bras are rarely present. Her nipples strain against the thin fabric, demanding attention and freedom.
You walk in to join us, coming up behind her and wrapping your arms around her in a hug. You whisper something dirty in her ear, making her smile as she leans into your embrace. I watch in amusement as her nipples tense when your arms graze the underside of her breasts.
Normally, you would let her go in moments, but this time she presses her hips back against you and holds your arm. She comments about not having had a good fucking in weeks. I offer to let you take care of that for her, as long as I can watch. She looks at me guiltily, yet with anticipation. She asks me to repeat myself, as if she isn’t quite sure. You need no further convincing and bring your mouth to bear on her neck; even as your hands pull her hips hard against you so that she can feel your arousal.