Newly Minted Sibs Explore Inhibitions, Options

Busty tease breaks down Kev’s inhibition

All characters in this work of fiction are over 18.

She had big boobs. That was my first impression of Kim. Not sloppy big, but full and generous; each breast looked to be bigger than half of a large grapefruit, but not so big as cantaloupe. I was mesmerized.

And cleavage. She was in a form fitting light green dress that hugged every curve, but also displayed her boobs in the deep V of the dress.

As I approached her chest (well, that’s where my full attention was!), I belatedly realized that she had spotted me (and spotted me staring at her boobs), and as she rose to greet me, I was at least briefly drawn to her perfect face, a broad welcoming smile beaming at me, and stunning blonde hair done up in a “do” that seems to be the thing at weddings.

“Hi, you must be Kevin,” she gushed, when we were close enough to hear each other above the din. I held out my hand to her, but she ignored that and moved in for a hug. A big, full-on boob hug, nothing held back. The feel of her tits on my chest in that first hug was a felling I’ll never forget. I tried to pull my hips back so that she wouldn’t feel my growing boner, but she just pulled me in tighter, with her left hand nearly on my rear end. When I felt my prick finally push into her thigh, she rotated her torso a bit, which served to both rub her amazing tits into my chest as well as to give her a chance to be sure of what she was feeling down below.

Then she whispered in my ear, “And a warm welcome to the family, Kev, I think I’m going to enjoy having you for a brother.”

That’s right — I was now officially her brother. My plane had been delayed, so when her dad and my mom were getting hitched, I was just getting my bag at the airport. Rather than miss the reception altogether, I just walked straight in from the taxi to meet my new dad — and my amazing new sister!

As she pulled away, I could see that her nipples had stiffened inside her dress. I was desperately embarrassed by my boner and quickly moved to my spot at the head table. She, apparently, could have cared less that her nipples were so clearly tenting the fabric of her dress.

The rest of the evening was a blur. My mind was more than rattled to know that I would be spending the summer in the same house as this ravishing temptress. Sure, I’m a handsome (or so I’ve been told) red-blooded 20-year-old male, but my mom had raised me with a very strict sense of right and wrong, and right meant no sex before marriage.

I had dated some pretty girls in college, but when they learned about my convictions, extending even to hand jobs, 69, finger fucking, etc., we always drifted apart before long. There were a few girls who managed to “accidentally” let me see their braless boobs, and one time I even stroked a naked nipple, but that just led to me coming in my pants, and that was followed by a huge sense of guilt for yielding to the temptations of the flesh. While I often masturbated to the memory of that nipple touch, I knew that I was too weak to keep seeing her.

And now, there was going to be Kim in my life for the end of her school year and for my whole summer. Kim, who rubbed her amazing boobs into my chest when we danced. Kim, who took my arm wherever we walked, rubbing one tit or the other into my arm. Kim, who, despite the AC, claimed, “It’s hot in here,” as she turned to me while taking hold of the edge of her dress to fan her braless boobs. I got more than a few good looks at her stiff nipples during that little pantomime.

And Kim, who reached under the table cloth to rub my thigh much, much too high. “I’m not that kind of guy,” I tried to tell her, but when she reached my very rigid dick, she just whispered sexily in my ear, “Well, I have hard evidence that says the contrary is true!” I grabbed my napkin to cover my predicament and dashed for the rest room, where I quickly jerked myself off. It helped for about an hour, but it was a “long” night. A very long night!

When we finally got to my new home, I collapsed in the bed. Unpacking (all of my boxes from Mom’s old house were in the basement) could wait until another day.

Fortunately, Kim had to go to high school the next day (she still had a few weeks left before graduation), so I was free to get my room set up without her tempting boobs and nipples distracting me. Although the view of her naked nipple when she was fanning herself did keep coming back to me. Her very stiff, very naked nipple. But I had a job to do, so I tried my best to keep her boobs from breaking my concentration. I succeeded. At least part of the time. God, I love stiff nipples!

As I prepared to move my things into my new closet, I found that there was a rack of some (maybe for shoes?) mounted against the back wall. It was in the way, so I took it out, including the wall anchor. When I took it out, though, I realized that I’d made a hole in the wall — a wall that also served as the back wall to Kim’s closet. Since I was alone at the time, I went to check out the damage on her side. As it turns out, the hole was just below her lowest shelf and was pretty much in the shadows.

Her laundry basket was near the hole, helping to keep the hole hidden. Since I was right there, I couldn’t resist looking for one of her dirty bras — 36 DD! I puffed out the flimsy cups, imagining that I could see her succulent tits through the sheer material, her big nipples tenting the fabric. Now, I may have taken a vow to wait for marriage before having sex, but I was definitely not above a little voyeurism! This could get interesting.

For the next few days, Kim and I never really had time to talk about all that had gone on on the day of the wedding. But when she was around, she always had on tight T shirts and bras that allowed her boobs to sway a bit whenever she walked. But more to the points, her nipples seemed to be poking through nearly all of the time!

When we finally did get a chance to talk, just the two of us, I explained my position on premarital sex. At first, she asked if I was joking, but after some more questions, she reluctantly admitted that she understood. Or, she at least acknowledged my position, although she did not really understand why I clung to it.

By way of explaining her behavior at the wedding, Kim explained that she had a steady guy, a year older, attending a local college, and that they had been having sex since she had turned 18. She hoped that they would get engaged in the fall, but in the meantime, with him now on the other coast, she was really missing sex. She explained that she found me incredibly attractive, and that she’d been hoping we might be siblings with benefits. After all, it’s not like we were blood relatives! She suggested that I might want to join the rest of the world in the 21^st century, but eventually, somewhat crestfallen, she said she’d try to understand.

Even so, I’m not sure she’d fully given up on seducing me. I noticed that whenever the old folks weren’t around, she had taken to walking around braless, her seemingly always stiff nipples poking through whatever she was wearing. One time, at breakfast, she appeared in a thin, silky robe which miraculously seemed to part when I approached, giving more glimpses of her bulging boobs and stiff nipples. “No harm in a little teasing is there,” she whispered with a smile and a wink.

“Not really,” I replied, not even pretending to avert my eyes from her stiff nipple display. She smiled even more widely when she saw my dick tenting my shorts and parted her robe even further. I could live with being teased so long as she could live without actual sex. I masturbated. A lot. Such amazing boobs, and nipples that were always stiff, it seemed.

Then, maybe a week into my stay, everything aligned for me to really make use of my peep hole. I had managed a few quick glances at Kim getting dressed in the morning, but I had high hopes for this afternoon, with both parents away until dinner. When Kim got back from school, I was pretending to watch a show on TV. Kim said she was changing and padded up the stairs.

I counted to thirty, then quietly stole upstairs to my room, turning off the lights and sitting down in my closet, pulling the door mostly closed. Kim already had her skirt, shirt, and bra off, and was standing next to the mirror wearing just some tiny, lacy panties. Her DD tits were magnificent, looking even larger on her small frame, and her nipples were beyond stiff. And this time I was getting a good long look, with the mirror giving me double (quadruple?) vision! I pulled out my stiff dick and started stroking it as I drank in her magnificent boobs. I wasn’t sure what would happen next, but I was already in heaven!

What did happen next was that she cupped both of her heavy boobs with her hands, lifting those glorious orbs and squeezing one tit against the other tit to form an incredible amount of cleavage. But then, she raised her hands higher, mounding her tits nearly to her chin, until slowly, slowly, she let her bosoms slip back down from the underside of her hands while her stiff nipples poked out above her hands.

But when her spread fingers reached her nipples, I could hear her sharp intake of breath. I watched intently as she every so slowly let her breasts fall lower, the nipple on each boob being bent by her fingers, then popping up seemingly longer between the next pair of digits. When both boobs had fully fallen, she quickly repeated the process another three times, each nipple getting another dozen massages from her finger. Then, there was a sharp intake of breath and a low, “Mmmmmm,” escaped from her lips. I watched, fascinated, as her body seemed to tense even more. I had read about female orgasms, but could Kim have already just had one? Just from playing with her nipples?

After a pause, she slumped into her chair, which she moved so that she was facing the mirror. Once again, she cupped her big tits, again watching her reflection. But it didn’t take long before she focused on rubbing her nipples, which had remained stiff since first contact. Soon, she was writhing around on the chair, her eyes closed as she frantically worked her stiff nipples, rubbing and pulling on her taught nipples over and over, her breathing getting ragged. Her legs were spread, and I could see a growing wet spot on her skimpy panties, making them all but transparent. I salivated, looking at her pussy lips through the material. I had read that women had natural lubrication, but Kim, well, Kim was wet! She arched her back, which accentuated her narrow hips, and her nipples tightened even further.

My horny mind was spinning. Yes, I love to masturbate, but spying on my new sister, seeing her rubbing and twisting her hard nipples, probably having nipple orgasms, felt so naughty. But then, I tried to rationalize, what was the harm? She apparently loved playing with her nipples, while I loved watching her stroke those stiff nubbins. I began to think that “naughty” might actually be pretty nice! I stroked my dick harder, feeling some precum seep down my urethra.

I cursed when I heard her phone ring. “Damn,” she muttered, “I was so close!” (As was I — I would have soaked the closet wall with my cum had she finished her nipple orgasm.) Still, she kept toying with at least one of her nipples, still quite stiff, while she talked. Then, there was a long pause as she listened to the phone. Next, she jumped up out of the chair, her bulging boobs wobbling, as she whooped in delight.

“That’s great! I can’t wait to see you, Brian, even for just an evening! And I’m so glad you’re bringing your sister!” A pause. “Yes, you can tell Cindy that he’s just as hot in person as in that photo.” Another pause. “Well, I’ve been teasing him for a week now, letting him look at my boobs and nipples pretty often, but so far, no luck. Tell Cindy to put her best boob forward and hope for the best! I’ll go tell Kev now. See you tomorrow! I am so ready to feel that big dick of yours filling me up again!”

Photo? When had she taken a photo? And what was happening tomorrow? And Brian knew she was trying to seduce me?? What kind of relationship …

But worry about that later. Although I knew I needed to scamper downstairs, I couldn’t pull away from my spy hole just yet. Kim clicked off the phone, discarded her wet panties, and grabbed some tissues, which she used to wipe her sopping pussy. She pulled a tiny skirt from her drawer, then grabbed a fresh crop top to wear. As the skirt went up her legs, it was clear that there were to be no panties. In my haste to get downstairs, I wasn’t sure a bra would be involved either, but she hadn’t pulled one out, that’s for sure. I knew I had only had a few seconds to act, so I quickly tiptoed back downstairs and turned on the TV, pulling a pillow onto my lap to cover the evidence of my lust. My cock pulsed in anticipation.

Seconds later, she bounced into the room. She had on what looked like a cheerleader’s skirt — very short, pleated, and loose — and a thin white crop top. Slouching as I was on the couch, I could swear I nearly saw her pubic hair, there was so much leg showing. But what really caused me to suck in my breath, again trying to stave off an ejaculation, was the thin, loose crop top. Her perky nipples were definitely showing through, and as her boobs came to a wobbling stop some moments after the rest of her, I know I saw some underboob flashing me as the fabric swayed. Somehow, seeing her fully naked was awesome, but having her stand before me, seemingly dressed but at the same time, pretty much not, was even hotter.

“Guess what, Kevin — Brian’s coming in town for an overnight!” My face must have had something like a blank stare on it, but in truth, I could not move my eyes from the sight of her nipples poking through the top. And the naked skin of her belly and lower rib cage. “My boyfriend, silly!” she mock explained.

I nodded an acknowledgment, glancing at her eyes, then went back to hoping for another glimpse of underboob. I do love naked underboob! “That’s great, I know you’ve missed him,” I verbalized, and to myself, “and his big dick.”

“But that’s not the best part,” she continued. “He’s bringing his sister Cindy! I’ve met her several times, Kev, and she’s really sweet, and really pretty. Her boyfriend is in California for the summer, so I told Brian that the four of us should double date! Won’t that be fun?!” She was so full of quivering energy that her boobs shook with every phrase, and it was hard not to love her for it. Plus, I did catch another flash of underboob — sweet!

I smirked and said, “Well, let me check my social calendar …” as I mimed looking at my phone. And with that, she grabbed the pillow from my lap and threw it at me. My hard, hard dick was covered by my shorts, but it was – um – hard to miss.

“Well, you’re a … oh my … you’re a silly goose if you don’t join us. And it looks like to me that you could use a hot date.”

Red faced, I recovered the pillow and put it back on my lap. “Please, Kim, we’ve talked about this. Yes, I find you a very attractive girl, and yes, I am a red-blooded American male. I can’t help how I react to the way you throw your boobs in my face. But I’ll be okay. And I sure don’t need a one-night stand on my conscience.”

“Well, I do hope you’ll come along. I’d like you to meet my Brian, and who knows — you and Cindy might find you can be friends. I mean, look – if you hope to end up in a long-term relationship one day, you have to take the first steps. Put yourself out there and meet people. Make friends. With girls. Surely, one of them will share your ideals. As old fashioned as they are,” she couldn’t help adding under her breath.

“Alright, alright, point taken. Just give me the details.”

After dinner that night, I went to my room to do “some reading for the next semester” (being a nerd can sometimes be helpful!), but I was off the laptop and in the closet with the lights out as soon as I heard Kim come upstairs and enter her room.

She was still dressed, if you can call it that, that she’d worn in the afternoon, and was again looking in the mirror when I got settled. She did a well-practiced twirl, sending her short skirt spinning out nearly straight away from her waist. I’m not sure how much she could see, but I got a great view of her cute little buns and her inviting bush.

Next, she ran her hands over the outside of her crop top, first tweaking her nipples, then cupping her big boobs as she pulled her tits up a bit. From my low vantage point, I got a good view of her underboob. I wondered where this would go when she started to hum some tune or other, doing a bit of a dance.

Inspired, I guess, she picked up her phone and found some music to play. As the music thumped on, she began a swaying dance, edging up the bottom of her crop top as she did so until I could truly see the luscious swell of her naked underboobs, leaving just her nipples covered, although the lower edge of her areolas definitely had my full attention. Could she possibly know that I was watching, that she was teasing me? Lifting the edge of her top out just a bit, she reached underneath and grasped her left nipple and began tugging at her nip, pulling her nipple harder than would seem comfortable. But if it made her hot, it definitely made me hotter! I could have cum in seconds, but I slowed the pace of my masturbation, hoping that more was to come.

She finally released her nipple so as to lift her top the rest of the way above her boobs, allowing both hands to work her already stiff nipples, which stood out most of half an inch above her areolas. The thought of sucking those precious nipples was overwhelming, despite my principles. My mouth watered as I stroked my dick with more purpose. I saw her look down at her nipples, and I wondered whether her boobs were big enough that she could lick her own nipples, or, as my heart beat faster, whether she could even pull a nipple into her mouth. In my imagination, I was sucking one of her nubbins deep into my mouth, running my tongue over the hard, rough surface, sucking on the mound of breast flesh at the same time, driving her crazy with lust.

Well, it wasn’t my saliva, but her next move, as she danced sensuously to the music, boobs gently swaying, was to lick a finger and run it over and around her right nipple as she watched herself in the mirror. Then it was another finger, and now she was rubbing and twisting both of her proud, wet nipples. It seemed that even her areolas had crinkled up.

Soon, her skirt was slipped to the floor, and I got another view of her smoothly rounded tush. Next, she sat on the bed and pulled off her crop top, fully releasing her mammoth boobs and stiff nipples. She threw the top into her closet, causing her tits to wobble delightfully. I reflexively closed my eyes as the top neared my viewing hole, but thankfully, it fell short.

Naked now, she stretched out with her head propped on the pillows and brought her hands to the underside of her breasts, cupping those puppies and lifting them higher on her chest. I stroked my dick with even more purpose. Then, once again licking her fingers, she used both hands to manipulate her nipples, twisting her nips left and right. When she wet her fingers again, I could see her nipples were bright red and very, very tight. I didn’t dare to blink.

When she brought her fingers back to her nipples, this time she pulled her nips straight up in the air. Her nipples and areolas must have stretched to a good inch above the mounds of her now more conical boobs. When her nipples slipped from her grasp, I heard her whimper softly, and I noticed with my peripheral vision that she was rubbing her thighs together, to stimulate her clit, I had to guess. But my eyes never left her boobs, which collapsed and rebounded softly as they regained their normal, bulbous form. If possible, her nipples were even stiffer.

Then, as if struck by the thoughts I’d been focusing on her for the last few minutes, she paused to fluff her pillows, then lay back with her head comfortably looking down her body. Oh, to be able to see through those eyes and view the twin mountains of breast flesh and the tubular nipples on top! And then, she fulfilled my fantasy. She tightly cupped her right tit with her right hand, then used her left hand to lift and tilt her left boob to her mouth; she bent her head forward just a bit more and to my amazed delight, sucked the entire nipple and areola into her mouth! I nearly came right then and there, but managed to hold back. I couldn’t wait to see what she would do next!

She was whimpering even louder now, and her thighs were working her clit more feverishly as she continued to suck on her nipple. Then she popped the saliva-covered nipple out of her mouth and quickly recaptured that nip between her lips. What I wouldn’t have given to be the one loving up that ever so stiff nipple, my tongue laving its pebbled surface!

Then, I was shocked when, I swear, I heard her say, in a husky low voice, “Yes, Kevin, suck my hard, tasty nipples! Pull my big boobies into your mouth! Give me a nipple orgasm now, Kev, I need a nipple orgasm now!!” All the while the two of us were staring at the saliva coated pillar of pulsating flesh that was her left nipple. But talking meant that she wasn’t sucking her nipple, so she quickly was back to running her tongue around her nip, sucking her nipple into her mouth, and grinding her thighs together.

Hearing her utter my name while sucking on her nipples nearly caused me to lose my load. It took some deep breathing and intense concentration to suppress the swell of pent-up sperm, but I managed. Just more precum. A lot more precum.

Then, apparently sensing that her nipple orgasm was near, she worked the left nipple harder with her mouth while using her right hand to pull up on her right nipple, once again letting her nip slip from her grasp, eliciting a shudder and a whimper. She repeated the nipple pull just three times until the nipple orgasm fully hit! She moaned even louder as she threw her head back, eyes closed, as her whole body tensed and writhed, boobs wobbling, all the while pulling on that poor right nipple.

The sight of my new sister having such an amazing nipple orgasm was more than I could manage. Before I could think about stopping my own orgasm, my rod stiffened as I felt the pent-up load of sperm heading toward the exit sign. Soon, I was shooting jets of hot cum against the closet wall, just 3/8″ from my sister’s room. Still, while I kept massaging my pulsating dick, I managed to peek back through the hole at my hot, hot sister, who was still massaging her amazing boobs and stiff nipples, even if a bit more slowly as she came down from her orgasmic high.

As I staggered back into my room, the images of Kim’s boobs and stiff nipples kept flooding my mind; the sight of her saliva-coated nipple as she pulled it from her mouth; and the ecstasy that her nipple orgasm had given her would feed my masturbatory imagination from then on. Spying on Kim might have been wrong in some ways, but the pleasure it gave me seemed to push that regret largely out of my mind.

But above the visual treats was the audio file in my head: “Yes, Kevin, suck my hard, tasty nipples! Pull my big boobies into your mouth! Give me a nipple orgasm now, Kev, I need a nipple orgasm now!!” And this the night before Brian was coming to town! What was I to make of that?

The next evening, I showered and dressed in coat and tie, then walked downstairs to find Kim waiting. She was dressed in something light and airy, but with a shawl around her, I couldn’t see her boobs at all, much to my surprise and disappointment.

Spotting me in my standard date outfit, she rolled her eyes and muttered, “Really, Kev? A coat and tie??”

“Hey — this is who I am. If Cindy’s going to like me, she has to start off with the right impression.”

“Okay, I see your point,” she said with a sigh. “A nerd impression” she muttered under her breath.

Suffice it to say, the evening did not go well, by my standards. Brian was tall, handsome and broad shouldered, as I might have guessed. He wore jeans and a T shirt with a band icon on it, even though most of the other folks at the restaurant were dressed more like me than him. Although I have to admit there really weren’t many ties. As for Cindy, she was about my height and stacked. When Kim’s shawl came off, I found that her outfit was cut to her navel, with her braless boobs pushing into the deep V of her dress and her stiff nipples tenting the fabric. But she belonged to Kevin, so I tried not to stare. Which was fine, since Cindy was wearing something totally diaphanous. Her nipples were essentially in plain view. I tried to think of looking through a peep hole at her, but it didn’t help.

Still, while I would have been happy to steal glances at her boobs and nipples through the evening, the conversation totally shriveled my dick. Both Brian and Cindy used very salty language, telling any number of foul jokes (not my style, as you’ve probably guessed), but what surprised me was how Kim joined right in. She had been pretty tame with her language in our time as brother and sister, so this was a different side of her. Or maybe she wanted to fit in with Brian and Cindy, I don’t know. But what really spoiled the evening for me was that we weren’t more than 10 minutes into the evening (plus a drink and a half for each of the three of them) when the topic of my celibacy came up. I felt attacked from all sides, with all kinds of comments that I won’t repeat. If Cindy was “really sweet,” I surely didn’t want to meet friends of Kim’s who less than very sweet.

After vainly trying to explain my position, I gave up and just hung my head in misery. Then, I realized that I had an out from this revolting situation. As luck would have it, my mother had found me a graveyard shift job at the hospital, starting at midnight that night. So, after some bread and cheese, I excused myself, claiming I needed to get home for some rest. I left them shaking their heads. I don’t know what happened next, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if they ended up in a threesome at Brian’s hotel.

In any event, my path and Kim’s barely crossed for the rest of the weekend, and I kept my eyes on the floor, not her nipples. Tempting as her nipples were, that evening had soured me on her.

Then, on Monday afternoon, Kim crept quietly into my room, just as I was waking up after my post-nightshift nap. I glanced at my clock and realized that it must have been just after school let out.

She stood at the doorway and announced, “First, I want to say I’m sorry about what happened at dinner the other night. I guess Brian and Cindy, plus a bit of booze, were a bad influence on me, and I realize now how it must have felt to you with us ganging up on you. I keep trying to wrap my head around your position, and I now realize, more than before, how strongly you hold your beliefs. I’m sorry for the part I played. Truly sorry.”

I nodded, glad to hear her apology, which seemed really sincere, and the hardness toward her that I’d held in my heart began to melt away. In its place, there was a hardness building in my tool. With a few days of abstinence (no jacking off, in any event), I found that I couldn’t help but to be aroused by the look of my hot sister. And, unbidden, the memories of watching her play with her tits and nipples, bringing herself to a nipple orgasm while I sprayed my cum all over my closet wall, came — um — flooding back.

“I tried all weekend to think how I could make it up to you, then came up with a plan last night. I hope you like it. In fact, all through school, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and what I want to do for you,” she continued. “I even left on this little school outfit for you when I got home. And now you’re looking at me like you want me to take it off.”

I was speechless at the concept and only then realized how I’d taking to staring at her volcanic profile again. And at how quickly I had gone from some level of contempt to full-on lust. Would she really take her clothes off in front of me? Might I now be seeing both of her naked boobs, up close and personal, with both eyes giving my brain 3D input?

She pulled back the sweater and started to run her hands across the shirt covering her bountiful breasts. “And do you know what?” she said coyly, “I didn’t wear a bra today. Or panties.” My cock pulsed at the thought. “In fact, as I thought about my apology plan, I got really hot. I played with my nipples every chance I could, leaving wet spots on the seat as I left every class. I even had a nipple orgasm in the bathroom one time when I was alone.”

I filed that last pronouncement away for when I had some private time. My new sister, braless and with no panties all through school, playing with her nipples and having a nipple orgasm while thinking of me! So hot! My dick spasmed at the thought.

I had been glancing at her face at least part of the time, but the sight of her nipples hardening against the translucent shirt she had on under the sweater now had my full attention. She slowly rubbed her spread fingers across her nipples through the fabric, and her nips came to full attention.

“Please don’t stop me, Kev. I know I hurt you, and I want to make up for that hurt. I know how much you’ve enjoyed how I’ve teased you with my boobs and nipples since we became ‘family,’ and I figure letting you see more of me would be a good way to mend fences. Plus, I think I’m going to enjoy giving you a show.” I thought about asking about Brian, but that could certainly wait!

Then, she paused to start a song on her cell phone. I learned later that it was called “The Stripper,” by David Rose, a song her Grampa had introduced to her. The dirty old man!

Swaying to the sexy music, she started to unbutton her shirt. As it opened, more and more of the curvaceous middle of her tits gradually came into view. When I could start to see the edges of her underboob, it was clear — not a bra in sight. I tensed once again, thinking of her secretly playing with her nipples in school – and no panties to boot!. Her hand snaked into her shirt and she quickly caressed her left nipple, closing her eyes and licking her lips, still keeping up the sensuous swaying of her body, interrupting it only to bounce her boobs around when the drum line indicated.

She was looking me in the eyes, I think, but all she would have seen was that my eyes were focused on her tits. As she finished unbuttoning the blouse, she spread it wide to reveal her boobs in all their glory. It was clear that her breasts were indeed double D in size. And her big nipples were hard and tight. I was also very hard, and thankful for the blanket over my dick. I sleep in the nude, and had subtly threaded my hand under the sheet to slowly stroke my cock.

“It looks like you like my bouncy boobs and big nipples,” she said in a throaty voice, with a smile and a meaningful glance at where my hand was grasping my tool. Busted! Oh, well, no point in hiding my actions anymore.

She spread the blouse even wider, then ran her hands all around those amazing orbs. She gently massaged the sides of both breasts, and pulled at her nipples to stiffen those precious nubbins even more. I was salivating with desire, and my palms itched to be the ones molding those amazing boobs, flicking her wondrous nipples. My willpower was starting to fade, and I wasn’t sure what I’d do if she actually offered to let me touch her tits and nipples. I was considering saying screw it to my scruples.

She pressed the ample mounds of her breasts together, forming an impressive line of cleavage, as she continued to massage her tits and nipples. She continued to follow my gaze as she licked her fingers and then rubbed her now slippery hands over her pulsating nipples.

“My nipples have gotten so hard! Do you like watching me play with my nipples as much as I like showing off my nips to you?” I nodded mutely, my hand now moving with more purpose while my eyes drank in the erotic sight. “At night, I’ve been spending a lot of time just lying in bed playing with my hungry nipples and thinking about you.” Had I triggered her nipple orgasm the other day? Is that why she called out my name? My mind was swimming. She giggled, tugging at her nipples more firmly now. “And you know what? I think I’m ready to move on from Brian. Hanging around you has taught me that there ought to be more to a guy than just a good lay.” Wow! But what was going to happen next? And what was I prepared to do??

By now, the music had stopped, so she hit replay and continued her sensuous dance, although now, when the drums did their “ba-boom,” I could watch Kim’s naked boobs bounce deliciously. But now, she got into the stripper thing, slowly sliding her blouse off her arms, then sliding it all over her boobs, sometimes rubbing her nipples with the fabric, sometimes lifting her tits, sometimes just playing hide and seek with her boobs. I was in heaven!

Finally, she held the blouse out at arm’s length and let it fall to the floor. “So, do you believe that I went through the school day both braless and with no panties?” For a moment, I just gave her a blank look as she kept her boobs wobbling in time to the music. Then, I kind of shook my head “no,” since it seemed that’s what she wanted to hear. “Well, there’s only one way to find out. Guess I’ll have to slide this little skirt on down.

“But first, I think it’s only fair that you give me a peek at what you’ve been hiding under the covers. Otherwise, I might have to put that blouse back on. So, what’s it going to be, big guy? Show me your junk, or I hide these precious boobies?”

So, here I was between boobs and a hard place. “Jeez, Kim, I’ve never …”

“I just want to look, silly! You’ve been watching me play with my boobs and nipples, I just want a little more inspiration before the music ends again.”

My face turned red, and I paused for a few moments, while I continued to stare at those mouth watering boobs. “You really want me to hide these beauties?” she queried, making a move to pick up her blouse.

“N .. no, Kim, please don’t. I love to watch your tits wobbling around, and your nipples, well …” With that, I slowly slid the bed covers back until my raging hardon was revealed. But I left my hands awkwardly at my sides.

“Oh, my …” Kim muttered. “That’s an impressive tool, Kev,” she murmured, staring straight at my dick. “It’s so hard because you like looking at my big boobs and my stiff, stiff nipples, huh?” she said as she rubbed her perfect tits and pulled on her nipples a bit harder. “But, on with the show! And if you want to touch yourself, don’t mind me.” Not on your life, I thought — that’s just too much, much too personal.

With that, the show was, indeed, back on. A quick twirl, just like a few days ago, did give me a glimpse of her naked buns as well as the trimmed curls of her public hair. But I did keep coming back to those delicious boobs, which she periodically rubbed with her palms, keeping her nipples beyond stiff.

Then, she repeated the stripper moves of the blouse with her skirt, grasping the waistband to slinkily raise and lower the fabric, inching it lower and lower until her bum and pussy were finally in full view. In the process, she kept her boobs wobbling. My eyes kept bouncing around as well.

Finally, she let the skirt drop down her legs to her feet. Turning sideways to me, she bent at the waist to lift her feet out and grab the skirt, in the process giving me an amazing profile view of her tits dangling down between her arms and her taught belly. As her tits wobbled around, I could see each nipple, beyond stiff, pointing down from her swollen boobs. It dawned on me that, despite my earlier promise to myself, I was now slowly stroking my cock. A quick glance confirmed that that fact had not escaped Kim’s attention. Well, no point in stopping now.

“Since you’ve moved in, I’ve stripped like that more than a few times, fantasizing that I could have you in the same room watching while I did it.” I guess I should have been at the peephole more often! “And this is just as sweet as I’d hoped!” And with that, the music stopped, and Kim adopted a provocative pose, one hand holding her tiny skirt over her shoulder, the other hand on her waist, her legs crossed, her boobs, for the moment, not bouncing.

“Well, Kev, that part of the show is over, and I haven’t heard a standing ovation — although the part of you that is standing says volumes — considerable volumes I’d guess. But you’ve barely said a word. What’s the matter, pussy got your tongue?” Then under her breath, “Now there’s a thought… So, am I forgiven?”

“Sorry … sorry … It’s just that you’re even more beautiful naked than I even imagined,” I managed, trying not to let on that I was lying. I kept looking at her amazing body, especially her boobs and those stiff, stiff nipples while I slowly stroked my cock. I really didn’t know what else to say or do. “And yes, I forgive you.”

But Kim being Kim, she took the reins. “Well, I have to say I’m impressed with your control,” she said, her gaze focused on my dick. “I was expecting a geyser long ago. But tell you what — how about I give you a hand with that tool of yours? Or better, a mouth — I’ve been salivating since you pulled back the covers!”

“N … no, Kim. That wouldn’t … you’re my sister! And even if you weren’t…” My dick actually shrank an eighth of an inch at the thought of what she had suggested.

She sighed and went on, “Yes, the premarital sex thing.” Then, without even asking, she walked over, naked boobs softly swaying, and sat down next to me on the bed, our thighs touching slightly. It was like she had jolted me with electricity! She felt so warm and soft. But years of denial kicked in, and I recoiled and moved a few inches away. Otherwise, I might have erupted, and that would have been too embarrassing.

“Well, I don’t know about you — although I think I do – but I am beyond hot and bothered. I really need to cum, Kev. You know what that word means don’t you?” I nodded stiffly. “Well, I tell you what. How would you like to touch my bosoms, and we’ll see how that goes?”

“Gosh, Kim … well, it’s pretty obvious that I enjoy — no, I love looking at your boobs and nipples, but the only other time I touched a girl like that was … well, I wasn’t happy with myself.”

“You’re a special case, Kev. But it’s nice that you’ve got strong principles. Nonetheless, I’m still horny, and I kind of like looking at you and knowing that you like looking at me.” And then she slid across to the other side of the bed and lay down, her boobs wobbling and flattening a wee bit. “So, here’s my plan. I’ll lie here playing with my nipples while you play with your dick. Sound good?”

“Um — sure,” I managed. In my mind, this was only slightly different than my watching Kim bring herself to a nipple orgasm through the peephole, and not much different at all from watching her strip show.

So, with her head propped on some pillows, she started paying with her tits again, mounding her boobs with her hands, letting her nipples slide through her fingers, then pulling and twisting her hard, hard nips. And all the while, she watched my slowly, very slowly rubbing my big dick. It felt a little weird, but also amazing!

Soon, she was rubbing her legs together. Then I had the inspiration to play dumb. “What — what are you doing with your legs, Kim?” I said taking my eyes briefly off her luscious nipples.

“Wow, we really are starting from square one aren’t we? But you’ve taken biology, so you know that women have a clit — a clitoris, right? No dick, but a nice small, erotic piece of flesh between our legs. So, it feels good to rub your dick, right? Well, imagine all of those erotic neurons concentrated into a space the size of the end of your pinkie, and you can imagine how good it must feel when a woman rubs her clit — or has it rubbed by a man (hint, hint). But for myself, I love rubbing my boobs and pulling on my nipples just as much, so rubbing my legs together lets me have the best of all three worlds — one hand for each boob and nipple, and my legs help out my clit. But you’ve got a spare hand — want to help me out?”

“Oh, god, Kim, that’s much too much. But maybe I could touch your … touch your face? You are so beautiful…” My body had wanted to say boobs, but my mind was still wrestling with decades of training.

“Alright, at least that’s a start.”

I reached out with my left hand and gently brushed Kim’s cheek. “You’re so soft, Kim,” I said, running my fingers along the side of her face, over her forehead, then back down to her ear. The only problem was time taken away from looking at her playing with her boobs, but soon, my hand was on automatic and I was again focused on her nipples. Her stiff, pulsating nipples. But still, her skin really did feel good.

“You’re so gentle, Kev, not like … you’ve got a very nice, soft touch she recovered, as her breathing went up a notch. “So, tell me — what would you like to see me do with my boobs? My nipples?”

I paused for half a second as I recalled her lying on her bed sucking on her own nipple and bringing herself to orgasm in the process. But mentioning that fantasy seemed a bit much at that point, so I pivoted. “Oh, god, Kim, just watching you do anything with your beautiful bosoms is amazing! But your stiff nipples … just a sec … oh, jeez … I could watch you play with your nipples all day,” I said, having to pause my breathing to keep from erupting as I merely said the word nipple. “Do whatever you want with your … oh! … with your stiff, stiff nipples.”

“Is it really that good for you? Just watching me masturbate my nipples?” A grunt of affirmation was all I could manage. “Well, I’m happy to entertain you, because I do love my stiff nipples. Would you believe I can even orgasm, just from playing with my nipples?”

Thinking quickly (or at least as quick as I could with so much blood pooled elsewhere), I replied, “A nipple-induced orgasm? Gosh, that’s really hot to think about. But could you hold off for a while? I don’t think I want this afternoon to end.”

“Well, another fact that you may not know is that women can be multi-orgasmic — we can cum more than once — much more sometimes — in a single session. But if you want me to wait, I’m the queen of staying on the edge. But you know, you could get me a bit higher if you moved your hand, if you played with my ear a little bit, and even around my neck. Mmmm, that’s right. You’re so gentle, it’s refreshing and erotic. You’re a natural, you know that? And I do love watching you play with your dick. You really are well hung, you know.”

I don’t know if Kim was intentionally luring my hand closer to her bosoms, but it was kind of a thrill to have her compliment me, and I could feel my inhibitions fading into the background as I found my hand now just inches away from her boobs. My hand was taking longer swings around her face and neck and ear, now flowing out to caress her shoulder. And all the while, she kept purring and toying with her nipples, rolling her nips around in circles while her thighs kept up a rhythmic clit-rubbing motion.

I know that virtually every other guy has gone through this same routine — act innocent while rubbing a girl’s neck or shoulder, then gradually extend the range, hoping the girl won’t notice, until you reach paydirt — actually rubbing her boobs — and before she stopped you from doing so. But in my case, it was clear that Kim would not stop me — that she would welcome my touching her tits. It was really much more about me — could I overcome my training, my principles, my beliefs, that premarital sex was wrong. How could I touch my sister’s boobs — my sister’s boobs — and still feel that I was a moral, upright man. Well, yes, I was upright, but, you know.

But over a few minutes, my hand did drift south, onto the upper slopes of the boobs of this angel who was now my sister. “Oh, my …” I whispered. Her flesh was so soft, so supple, so warm and firm while forgiving at the same time.

“It’s okay, Kev,” she whispered. And then, as if reading my mind, “You’re not doing anything wrong. This is not close to having sex. And you have my permission to touch my boobs. In fact, I want you to. Please, caress my anxious bosoms, Kev. Play with my stiff, hungry nipples!”

My next steps were slow and tentative. You see, I was reaching over her bulging left boob just to reach her right tit. If I was at all careless, I might brush her left nipple with my forearm. And while I know that that’s what she wanted, and I was all but convinced myself, that was a big step for me.

I carefully rubbed her right shoulder, then trailed my hand down to rub the side of her glorious boob. “Oh, my god, I had no idea a bosom could feel this magical! So soft, so giving, so pliant …”

Finally, I cupped her big tit with my hand, finding that her boob was much, much more than a handful. Moving my hand north, I watched, fascinated, as her areola deformed from the stress, the nipple seeming to get even stiffer.

But then I realized that since I was not touching Kim’s left boob, she had shifted her own left hand to caress her left tit. That her right hand free, and I all but convulsed into orgasm when I felt her left hand brush against my hip. I sucked in my breath and froze until the crisis passed. But her hand was still there.

Slowly, she began to rub my hip and thigh, much as I had rubbed her shoulder, gradually inching closer to my groin, where my left hand was still holding my now very slick dick.

“Would you like to touch my nipple now, Kev? I’m quite ready for you to tease my nip with your soft, gentle touch. In fact, I really want you to play with my nipple. Would you be a good big brother and play with my nipple?” And all the while, her left hand was getting closer, now playing with my pubic hair.

“Is this really alright, Kim?”

“Really, Kev, it is alright. No one is getting hurt, no one’s boundaries are being crossed without permission, and this is far from having sex with me. But I want you to play with my nipple. I need you to play with my nipple. Imagine you’re 10 years old again; pretend my nipple is a new toy, and you want to find out how it works. Rub my nip with your palm, roll my nipple around with you finger, flick my nipple like it was a bug you wanted to flip away. Go to town. And don’t mind me if I rub my thighs together harder, and play with my other nipple a bit rougher. Just don’t leave my nipple alone, okay?”

Then, the edge of my hand was finally at her nipple. I watched her nipple bend, depressing the upper edge of her areola, since the pressure in the nipple would not yield. “Oh, jeez, your nipple feels amazing,” I whispered on first contact. And then, as I pinched it, “Your nipple is harder than I expected. If I push down on your nipple, it goes right down into your breast, but your nipple doesn’t change shape, like it’s rigid or something.” Kim just moaned softly as I kept exploring her right nipple. And then I proceeded to play with her nipple, trying all the nipple manipulations that she had suggested.

But it was also fascinating to watch her play with her left nipple. After a while, I started to mimic her moves — strumming my fingers over her stiff nipple, pulling her nipple from side to side, even gripping her nipple tightly and lifting her boob up a bit by just pulling on the nipple. “Ohhhh, that is so good, Kev! You are a very quick learner!”

And then, suddenly, I was aware of her hand was on my shaft – or at least it was touching my own hand. I froze as I sucked in my breath and once again fought down the urge to let my sperm fly. “A little touchy are we, Kev? I understand how you feel – I’ve been dying to just slip into a full on nipple orgasm for a while. But building the tension just adds to the pleasure, don’t you think?” And as she was saying this, she gently moved my hand out of the way.

“Don’t you think?” she had said. At that point, I could hardly think at all. All I knew was that every nerve in my dick was on fire, and the feel of her soft, gentle fingers was driving me wild. In fact, it was a few moments before I realized that I had stopped playing with her nipple!

“Mmmm,” she purred when I started tweaking her nipple again. “You know what? Now that you’ve got a hand free, you could start playing with both of my boobs. Wouldn’t that feel nice?”

But while I tried, my arm was kind of pinned between us. “Sorry, can’t get there.” I explained.

“Well, that’s alright. You know what would work, though? How about if you bend down and kiss my nipple? Haven’t you been wanting to kiss my nipple for a while?”

In my mind, I wanted to say, “Yes, I want to kiss your boobs and play with your nipples, to pull your nipples into my mouth and run my tongue all over your stiff nips. I’ve never kissed a girl’s tits, and I’ve wanted to suck your stiff nipples since the wedding, when I first got a peek at your bulging boobs and glorious nipples. Or since I saw you play with your nipples through the peephole I’ve been using to spy on you.” But that was all too much.

So all I said was, “Kim, I’ve never kissed a girl’s tits before, but I have to say, the way you’ve been teasing me with your boobs and nipple flashes sure has been tempting me. But let me start slow, okay?.” Then, I leaned over and kissed her shoulder before nestling into her neck. I kissed her gently, savoring how my lips felt on her warm, soft skin, how my hot breath must be adding to the sensations she felt.

“Jeez, Kevin, how’d you learn to kiss like that? You’ve got my whole body on fire now! And don’t forget my other nipple, please.”

I immediately resumed rubbing her other nipple while I replied, “You’re so beautiful, Kim, I just want to treat you softly, gently, like I think you deserve. Like every girl deserves.”

“Oooh, you are so much better than …. you are an amazing kisser, Kev. Now how about moving a little lower. My nipple is about to burst in anticipation!”

And so, throwing even more of my cautions to the wind, I kissed the upper part of her chest. I let go of her other nipple so as to cup her boob from beneath, toying with her nipple as I did so. I felt her breathing increase, forcing her glorious tit into my chin, into my nose. My entire being was focused on the sensations coming from my lips, my fingers, my face. Well, except for the gentle intrusion of her hand on my tool, thankfully only very slowly working it up and down.

And then I let my lust overtake me, sliding my wide open mouth down until I felt the edge of her nipple against the very corner of my lips. I was breaking my own rules, and loving it! I used my hand and mouth together to rub her stiff, stiff nipple from one end of my upper lip and then back around on my lower lip, my hot breath caressing the tender skin of her boob.

I had closed my eyes so as to focus my senses on touch, but when I noticed a new vibration, I opened them to see Kim pulling up on her other nipple, moving it around in a circle, her bulging boob following along beneath. It was so erotic! I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to control my anxious sperm. By now, thankfully, Kim was picking up on my signs, and she stayed the hand on my dick.

After a moment, though, I went all in. Or, more accurately, I pulled Kim’s hungry nipple all the way into my mouth. I sucked as much breast flesh into my mouth as I could and marveled at the feel of her nipple on the roof of my mouth. But my tongue wanted more, so I released a bit, then rolled her nipple around and around, rubbing her nip back and forth with my tongue. I realized that I, too, was moaning softly.

I popped her nipple out at that point just to say, “God, Kim, I never knew anything could taste as glorious as your nipple!” But after those words were out, I brought my teeth mostly together, then sucked the end of her nipple between them, biting down on her nip gently while I flicked the end of my tongue across the end of her nipple.

I could feel Kim react, and when I looked, she was now pulling up hard on her other nipple, letting it slip from her fingers, causing her boob to bounce and wobble. “So good … so good,” she whimpered with eyes closed.

It was then that I realized that I could only hold back a little longer. I pulled my mouth away from her nipple so I could speak, then found how delightfully slick my saliva had made her nip when I went back to using my fingers. “Kim, ” I began, then paused, “I’m not sure I can last much longer. But I was wondering … when you asked what way you could play with your nipples to please me?” A grunt was all she could manage. “Well … gosh … it’s been kind of a fantasy…”

“Out with it, Kev! Out with it! I’m ready, too!” she exhorted, still pulling relentlessly on her nipple.

“Alright, alright. Um … are you able to … um … kiss your own breast? Maybe even suck your nipple into your own mouth?” Of course I knew that she could, but I had to play innocent.

“Oh, my god,” she panted, pulling her nipple extra hard as it seemed that a mini-orgasm might have coursed through her at the thought, “Aren’t you the little pervert,” she said, although there was no malice in her voice. “I haven’t even let .. I haven’t done that for anyone! But yes, I can suck my own nipple. Sucking my nipple is a favorite thing for me. But for sure, it will make me cum. Help me with this pillow,” she asked, reluctantly letting go of her swollen nipple. I had to leave her other nipple alone, too, until she had gotten herself settled, then I went back to playing with her nipple while I anxiously watched for what was going to happen next.

Although I had watched her suck her nipple through the peephole, it was so much more erotic to watch her up close like this. She cupped her heavy boob, then deftly lifted her breast towards her mouth while working to compress her upper boob flesh to allow her nipple to reach her waiting mouth. With her concentration (and mine!) on that act, I was vaguely aware that the hand on my dick had stilled – thankfully!

Then she extended her tongue, pressing her stiff nipple downward. She paused, then looked me in the eye, smiling devilishly, and asked, “Is this what you wanted to see?”

“Oh, god yes! Lick your nipple, twirl it around with your tongue, that’s so hot!”

“Well, alright, big guy,” she agreed, now giving my dick a squeeze, “but don’t forget my other nipple.”

Indeed, I was so engrossed watching her that I had neglected the nipple in my care. “Give that nipple another lick will you? Then I’ll let you watch me some more. But only for a while. I am so ready to cum!”

I bent down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, flicking her nip madly with my tongue, but I went back to watching quickly, letting my fingers play with her nipple.

I watched her licking her nipple while she watched me watching her, and the tension in my balls kept building. Then, without warning, she bent her head down even further and sucked her entire nipple and areola into her mouth! I had to close my eyes and suck in my breath once again, it was so hot!

Then she let her saliva covered boob escape from her mouth, her sopping nipple and areola crinkled into knots. “I need you to kiss my other nipple, Kev, the time is now!”

I knew what she meant. The slightest trigger and I would be letting my spunk fly! I went back to her nipple, again pulling her nip deep into my mouth, running my tongue over her nipple madly, biting it gently between my teeth.

And then, I heard her plead, “Yes, Kevin, suck my hard, tasty nipple! Pull my big booby into your mouth! Give me a nipple orgasm now, Kev, I need a nipple orgasm now!!” I’d heard those words before, but now, it was really happening! I glanced north as best as I could, and she was again working her other nipple, popping that nubbin in and out of her mouth frantically. I mimicked her moves, sucking in her boob and nipple into my mouth, lifting my head until her nip slipped from between my teeth, then repeating the nipple attack.

And then her nipple orgasm hit. “Oooohhh …god!!! Keep licking, keep sucking!” But as she was writhing, grunting, and spitting out those words, she had also squeezed hard on my dick, and I felt the long pent-up load of sperm finally release down my convulsing tool. Still, I kept working on her nipple, even as the first jet of jizz rocketed upward, landing with a splat on the base of her other breast. It took her a second to realize what had happened, but then she expertly worked my dick, as 20 years of longing, frustration, and self denial let loose, as rope after rope erupted, hitting her open mouth, landing on her nipple, and leaving milky trails all down her boob to her belly.

A deep recess in my mind tried to chastise my weakness for letting all of this happen, with my sister, for heaven’s sake – but I quickly shut it out and reveled in the knowledge that I was lying naked in bed with a gloriously beautiful girl who had just convulsed in a spectacular nipple orgasm – a nipple orgasm that I had helped to induce! And, god, did it feel amazing to have her gentle hand still working on my tool, my mouth still working on her delicious nipple.

“That was amazing!‘ Kim, gushed after some minutes, still breathing heavily, “maybe my best orgasm ever!” (It was not lost on me that there was not even a hint of a comparison with Brian this time; I smiled inside at that.) “And I love that you haven’t jumped out of bed for the bathroom, that you’re still licking and sucking my nipple. Keep sucking my nipple, brother dear. And don’t mind me, but I’m going to help myself to a tasty snack!”

Puzzled, I looked up and discovered that Kim was wiping up gobs of my jizz with her finger, then erotically sucking her finger clean. I expect she was trying to make me visualize her sucking me off, which I definitely was, but for as far as I’d come, I wasn’t there yet.

Then, instead of bringing the next wad of goo to her mouth, she instead let it slowly ooze down her finger until it landed on her other nipple. Then, as she worked that stiffening nipple with her finger, she chuckled (making her boob wobble deliciously), and said, “Do you remember, Kev, when I said that women can be multi-orgasmic? Well, I’m not sure of two counts as ‘multi,’ but I think I’m ready for another round! Keep licking my stiff nipple, Kev. I mean, I can take a licking and keep on ticking!” she said, with another chuckle, just before she raised her cum-covered nipple to her mouth.

If that was a joke, I didn’t really get it, but I did keep licking, at the same time realizing that, while my orgasm had left me drained, my dick had never fully deflated, and her hand was definitely performing some magic. I swirled her nipple around in my mouth, working my tongue over the magic protuberance, then glanced north to see that Kim was once again popping her other nipple into her and out of her hungry mouth. I groaned and felt my dick fully inflating.

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Needless to say, Kim and I had a very interesting summer. She never wore underwear for the rest of the school year (gym was over), and she loved to tell me about her adventures with her nipples during school and how wet she always left her seat.

At home, she took to going topless whenever the old folks weren’t around. Sometimes, she’d lean against the door frame, watching me, with her arms crossed below her tits, giving her boobs a glorious lift with her forearms, providing and lots of cleavage, while she toyed with her nipples at the same time.

Whenever she’d pass by, I always got a mouth full of boob, and we both lost count of the number of nipple orgasms she had. I loved having my afternoon breakfast (still working the night shift) with her plopping down opposite me at the table with her big boobs just resting tantalizingly on the hard surface, stiff nipples pointing my way! “Well, I need some support some of the time!” she’d say with a smile. My breakfast always ended with some “strawberries and cream,” as we used to say about my nuzzling her stiff pink nipples while molding her bulging boobs with my hands.