My Sister's Boobs Novels & Stories

I would have closed my eyes, but I didn't want to make it obvious this was having such an effect on me, so I did the only thing I could think of. I looked Vicky in the eyes. "Yeah I know right, feels good to get the girls out," I replied, rubbing my hand across my chest. I got the desired effect and had both girls laughing. When I could, I stole a quick glance at my sister's bare chest. Her breasts were impossibly perky and full, much larger than I first thought they were. I looked back to Vicky's and marvelled at the giant orbs as they seemed to float on the surface of the water, as if Vicky was holding them up to show them off. From what I'd learned about the girl so far, that seemed like

I splashed water on her as she swam toward me with her head afloat on the water. Behind her, Gal giggled. "Yeah, Gretta doesn't have any fat. All that's left are her boobs and ass." A playful scowl came out of her. "I'm jealous even though we are twins why can't we share the same boobs." She held her own two boobs while clucking like there was no hope.

she replied before pulling back from the hug. "I'm surprised to see that you aren't wearing a bra while walking around. Where is my sister who doesn't like it when her nipple imprint is visible in her clothes?" She curled her lips to the side as I chuckled. "My breast, I feel pains in them that's it. It's not anything," I replied.

I frowned at him. "It's nothing, I just look at you and wonder why your sister isn't this hot? You guys are so different, you have the biggest boobs ever, she has the flattest ones I've seen, I mean I love her but I'm a man too, and I just need these things sometimes." He was moving towards me by now while I took steps back, still trying to figure out how any of this was my reality.

Why is she showing me this? I know my sister prides herself on keeping in shape but I've never seen her naked. Her body looks even better than I expected. I'd always admired her long shapely legs and her flat stomach but her breasts look like they belong to a woman at least ten years younger. They're a little larger than mine with big areolas and thick nipples. Her tan lines reflect the conservative swimsuit she usually wears and her breasts are strikingly pale compared to the deep tan of her legs and stomach.

Allison turned furiously to go in too but I held her hand. She turned back to look at me. "Why are you holding my hand?, Let me go!" She yelled angrily. There were tears in her eyes. I breathed in." Allison, what have I ever done wrong to deserve you hating me this much? I just want us to be best friends and sisters. Is that too much to ask? "I said softly. Allison looked unbelievably at me. " We can't be friends Maya talk less of sisters. You have a perfect life and I don't. You've got a mommy,daddy,step brother... a big room with pretty things! We can't be friends"

I held his head against my boob, pulling on the strands of his hair gently. He moved back and I whimpered in disagreement. He was going to get rid of my shirt. "I missed what real boobs feel like, I always fear I'll break an implant with Sarah," he groaned. "Can we not talk about her right now." I frowned, I didn't want to think of how I was about to fuck my sister's boyfriend. He nodded against my chest and continued to suck on my boob, fiddling with my other nipple. I felt his erection growing on me and it made my pussy drip so hard, craving for him to touch me in any way, just insert something in me.

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I lift my shoulder in a half shrug, looking at the menu I am holding. I hate when people act so surprised when they learn I have never dated before. I know I am a weirdo. I know I am different from other girls my age, but I don't need them pointing it out. My sister, Sarah teases me about never dating, calling me a weirdo. I am used to her ribbing, but I don't want people like my crush to think or do the same thing.

I said to my sister. She glanced at the riding crop if Dad's hand. She pulled off her t-shirt, revealing those little A-cup titties. Maybe after two children, Amanda would have breasts as big as mom. Or bigger. Just big, lush tits that would bounce as I fuck her. And she had to have at least two children. The family tradition had to continue.