MY SISTER’S BOOBS

My sister Abbey is two years younger than me. We went to separate colleges and lived at home during the summers.

The summer after her freshman year we had both just come home (she was 19, I was turning 21 that fall). I had come downstairs for breakfast one morning and found a pile of my laundry and a pile of Abbeys folded by our mom.

Mom and dad were at work. I heard Abbey get in the shower. So I had breakfast and took my time with a cup of coffee.

I grabbed both our laundry piles and walked upstairs. My bedroom was first, so I dropped my stuff off. There was a bathroom and then Abbeys room. I could see her door open and could hear her talking on the phone.

I walked in.

Abbey is 5’5”ish, maybe 110lbs. She’s always been small. I’ve seen her in a bathing suit hundreds of times. Saying she’s an A-cup would be generous. She’s cute, but she’s my sister. I never had a thing for her…until I walked in that day.

She was sitting on the bed NAKED talking on her cell phone.

I stopped dead in my tracks. She paused her phone call and looked over at me. As calm as can be, she asked, “What’s up?”

I tried not to stammer like an idiot. Even though she had little more than mosquito bites, it was hard not to stare at her itty bitty titties.

“Mom folded our laundry,” I managed to get out.

“Cool, set it on my bed,” she said, then went straight back to her phone call.

How was she being so cool? Did one year of college turn her into a nudist? I was confused and turned on at the same time. I was wowed by her confidence. I also was starting to get hard.

I set her clothes on the edge of her bed and walked out quickly. I grabbed my towel and headed straight to the shower where I made quick work spraying my load down the drain.