Boob and Nipple: Short Stories

5. My Horny Sister Nearly Gets Us Both in Trouble.

As soon as the door from kitchen to the garage closed and Vickie knew that Mom was heading to the shower, she pulled down Jake’s zipper, dropped to her knees, and lifted her skirt over her naked ass and demanded, “Fuck me, Jake, fuck me hard and fast — I can’t wait until tonight!”

Jake was stunned by how brazen Vickie was, but was also turned on by her demand and by the fact that she’d taken off her panties somewhere. How did she manage that? he wondered. While there was not a lot of time to get to school, his dick quickly wrested control from his rational brain and he was soon pounding deep, deep into his sister’s inexplicably sopping pussy. Then came the churning in his balls, and he said “Vickie, I think I’m about ready.” Vickie quickly disengaged, turned, engulfed his wet dick in her warm mouth, and swallowed his entire load, milking him dry. She wasn’t on the pill, so this was her one rule — no cumming inside her vagina. With a few tissues from her purse, she cleaned up her pussy and Jake’s dick.

“Time for school,” she declared with a wicked smile, standing up and moving toward her bike.

As usual, Jake was captivated by her big boobs, which wobbled deliciously as she walked past him. But then it struck him. “But what about your panties?” Jake wondered out loud.

“I never even put them on this morning!” she said with a mischievous over-the-shoulder grin. “I don’t have gym today, so I decided, why not go commando? In fact, thinking about how wicked and naughty it will feel being naked under my skirt all day is one reason I needed to have you fuck me just now — I got too horny thinking about it over breakfast. Besides, I think I’m going to like the feel of having my naked clit rubbing against my bike seat.”

Then after a short pause while she absently rubbed her nipples, “I wish I could get away without wearing a bra,” she said rubbing her nipples until her nips were fully erect again, “but the principal is always checking out every girl’s boobs — the dirty old man! But at least I found some flimsy bras that let my boobs sway a little and let my nipples show through. At least when my nipples are hard — which they always are!” she said with a wink. “I can’t wait until tonight!” she concluded before mounting her bike and spreading her skirt out behind her, assuring that her clit would have direct contact with the seat.

Riding behind her, Jake watched in awe as she swiveled her hips with each movement of the pedals, certainly giving her clit a good workout, although several times she would, strangely, pause her peddling, and it seemed like her body tensed up when she did.

When they got to school, Vickie announced that she’d come at least a dozen times — which explained those pauses Jake had noticed. And the cum on her seat certainly served to testify that she’d been right about the erotic effect of riding her bike commando. Jake couldn’t help but notice that Vickie’s nipples were poking through her blouse and bra in a most distracting way, just as she had predicted. He felt himself getting hard again, then tried to put his horny sister out of his mind. But the memory of their quick fuck and the look of her perky nipples haunted him all morning long.

Right after lunch, the twins had their only class in common (biology, as it turns out), and, as luck would have it, they were alone in the back row. Jake watched as Vickie carefully spread her skirt out behind her, settling her bare behind on the cool wooden seat. She seemed to go through a prolonged “settling in” motion, shifting her rear around and around to give her clit some extra stimulation, no doubt. Then she leaned forward, resting her big boobs on the backs of her forearms — at least at first. Once the class was fully settled down, she pulled back a little, then reached in between the buttons of her blouse to rub her swollen right tit, hunching her shoulders forward so that she could reach her nipple, which she discretely fingered and pinched through the bra, wishing the damn fabric weren’t in the way of direct finger to nipple contact. She was also very slowly rotating her trunk, rubbing her other nipple on her other forearm. Jake was hard in moments.

After a bit, she took her free hand (the one not playing with her right nipple) and lay it on her thigh. After checking that no one but Jake was watching, she curled her middle finger under the edge of the short skirt. She spread her legs a bit, and Jake was certain that she was slowly and quietly fingering her clit. And now she was also slowly rubbing the very stiff nipple on her left boob up and down against the edge of the desk, all the while pinching her right nipple. The erogenous masturbatory trifecta — both nipples and her clit getting stimulated!

About 20 minutes in, Jake noticed that her breathing was getting more ragged, and he wondered whether she might actually come in the middle of class. The thought drove him to distraction, and when Vickie looked over, she smiled to see that Jake was discretely rubbing his boner. She gave him a wink and a sly smile while she continued, with a bit more fervor, to stimulate both of her nipples as well as her clit. It made her hot to know how her quiet masturbation was affecting her brother, and her nipples tensed even more. When class was over, Vickie swiveled in her seat toward Jake, and with a wicked smile, quickly flashed her naked pussy at him, and then allowed him a good long look at the pair of stiff nipples tenting her bra and blouse. Then, as she walked away, he noticed a big wet spot on Vickie’s seat — what a horny vixen she was!

By the time the last period rolled around, Vickie was beside herself with lust. Rubbing her bra-covered nipples and fingering her naked pussy in the middle of class was amazingly exciting, but it was not quite fully doing it for her. She decided she couldn’t wait until she had Jake’s cock inside her later. That is, it was not a case of “she couldn’t wait,” it was literally that she couldn’t wait until then! She needed to get two things off — her bra and herself! She needed to touch her hungry nipples directly, so the bra had to go, school rules be damned.

Close to the end of class, then, Vickie excused herself, claiming quietly that it was “that time” to the poor male math teacher, who just nodded her out the door as he turned red. Vickie made a beeline to the empty girl’s room where she closed the stall door and all but ripped her blouse off before freeing her DD tits from her bra. “Until I can have Jake’s cock again, you’ll have to do,” she said to her stiff nipples. In truth, it was not like it was a huge sacrifice, since she’d been giving herself powerful nipple orgasms for months before she and Jake first hooked up, a practice she continued at least a few times a day still. She did so love her sensitive nipples!

There wasn’t much time, so she quickly strummed her rigid nipples with spread fingers, closing her eyes as the sensations quickly built, her pussy already wet and quivering. Soon, she was twisting and pulling on her swollen nipples, and she could tell the moment was near.

Then, there was the bell. “Damn,” she muttered, wishing there’d been another minute. But there was still enough time to get off, and she knew exactly what she needed to do. She began to pull her nips up and quickly release them, causing her boobs to bounce and wobble, sending jolts to her ready pussy. Two more quick pulls and the nipple orgasm was on her. She bit her lip as the waves of pleasure washed over her, moaning quietly while continuing to massage her nipples.

And then there were other girls flooding the restroom, and Jake and his big dick would be heading to the bikes. No time to lose. She stuffed her bra into her book bag, buttoned her blouse back up, and strode quickly out of the school, boobs wobbling crazily and nipples staying stiff as they rubbed against the blouse. Her upper thighs were sticky with her cum.

She only just beat Jake to the bikes and quickly mounted the seat, her sopping pussy now resting on the sun-dried cum from the morning ride, her skirt behind her as before. “Meet me in the garage as soon as you can, Jake. I’ve been beyond horny all day, and I’ve got to feel your fat cock inside me again, and soon! I’m sure that if we hurry, Mom won’t notice.” Jake had his doubts, but remembering how Vickie had fingered her pussy and her nipple had kept him horny all afternoon, too.

Now deliciously braless and still naughtily naked under her skirt, Vickie was getting even more stimulation than in the morning. In addition to swiveling her hips to stimulate her clit, she was also rotating her shoulders, keeping her hanging boobs in constant motion, rubbing her nipples on the blouse. Then she discovered that by alternately straightening and bending her arms, hunching over the handle bars on the down stroke, she could get her boobs to bounce together with an audible slap. She was loving it! She didn’t bother to count her orgasms this time, but when she got off the bike, the seat was even wetter than it had been in the morning when she dismounted.

In the garage, Vickie quickly stretched over the back of her bike, flipping her skirt up over her bare ass, her ready pussy in plain sight when Jake pulled in moments later. “Hurry, Jake, I’ve got to have your dick inside me!”

Jake was nervous about the open garage door behind them and the (closed) door leading to the kitchen just to their right, over the hood of their mom’s car. But hell, the car provided some protection, they were largely in the shadows, and he was hot for his sister. How could he refuse her? She was so wet that he fully impaled her with a single thrust, and as he quickly pumped his cock in and out, he could hear the squishing of their combined juices. He leaned forward, slipping his hands under her blouse to cup his sister’s glorious tits, but instead of a bra, his hands found naked, trembling boobs!

“Didn’t you have a bra on this morning?” he exclaimed, nearly losing his load when his fingers reached her bare and ever-so-stiff nipples?

“I had to have a nipple orgasm before I left school, so I took the bra off in the girl’s room and brought myself off with my nipples just before the bell rang. It’s in my book bag,” she explained, “Now fuck me and fuck me fast!”

He gripped her naked breasts and nipples with both hands, kneading her boobs and pinching the stiff nipples like a mad man, loving the feel of her big, braless bosoms, as he pumped deeper and harder. Then he felt his balls churning and whispered, “Vickie, I think I’m …”

Then, through the door, they heard their Mom say, “Vickie, Jake, is that you?” Jake quickly if reluctantly let go of his sister’s boobs while Vickie straightened up – but with Jake’s cock still buried deep inside of her pussy. Then, their Mom opened the door and looked into the shadowy garage.

But Jake was beyond stopping his orgasm. Finding his sister braless, tugging on her naked nipples, the tension about getting caught, the extra stimulation of Vickie standing up, which pulled on his dick, and having his Mom right there, 15 feet away, was just too much. He exploded inside Vickie’s pussy, wave after wave of cum jetting out deep inside her.

Vickie on the other hand, managed to appear cool as a cucumber. While her pussy milked Jake’s dick, every contraction of his cock being matched by a vaginal contraction from her, she calmly said, “Oh, hi, Mom! We were just talking about biology. You know, we both have Mrs. Thurlow right after lunch, and we both found the class really interesting today.” No lie there — they’d spent the class rubbing two nipples, one clit, and one cock. Very interesting, indeed! “We’ll be right in.” The small part of Jake’s brain not exploding with the sensations of his orgasm marveled that Vickie could put so many coherent words together into actual sentences. There was no chance of him doing anything other than moaning.

“Oh, yes, I remember. Biology was one of my favorite classes, too. Glad you’re home,” their Mom smiled, leaving the door open as she returned to the kitchen, then turned left to the den and out of sight.

But as all this conversation was going on, Jake’s dick kept pumping glob after glob of hot cum into his sister’s hungry pussy. And as soon as Jake saw his Mom disappear from view, even with the door open, he couldn’t resist sliding his hands up under Vickie’s blouse to once again cup her deliciously braless tits and pull on her stiff nipples, eliciting one last set of contractions.

Once her Mom had disappeared, Vickie, too, let go of rational thought, losing herself in the overwhelming sensual signals from her clit, her well stuffed pussy, and her aching nipples, her body tensing spasmodically. Eventually, though, just as Jake’s last contraction was forcing the end of his jizz into her, her brain started to function again. She quickly pulled away, turned, and whispered, wide eyed, “Oh, my god, you came inside of me!” Jake was afraid of what would come next, since he’d broken her only rule, but she just said, “It felt awesome!”

“But was almost got caught,” Jake worried out loud, suppressing his growing concern about cumming inside his sister, reality working its way back into his brain.

“But almost getting caught made it all that more exciting!” she enthused.

Walking through the door into the kitchen on her way to a shower, she felt Jake’s cum leaking from her pussy and dribbling down her legs. She smiled at the thought, and since Mom was back to in the den, she rubbed her every hungry nipples.

Jake waited for Vickie to finish showering, moody with regret, despite how glorious the orgasm had felt. And how glorious her braless boobs and stiff nipples had felt. And how horny she had made him by playing with her nipples and pussy in class. But regret was in the mix, too. His rationale mind argued that maybe they should just stop. But dang, what a sexy, horny vixen his sister was!

A minute after the water stopped running, he went into the hallway, only to nearly bump into Vickie, who was holding a too-small towel around her naked body. Despite his half-formed resolve, Jake’s eyes were drawn to the generous amount of boob flesh pushed up over the towel.

“I’m sorry I came inside you, Vickie” he blurted out, “I just couldn’t stop myself.” There — he’d confessed.

“No worries, Jake, it’s not my fertile time. And I did so love feeling your dick spurting deep inside my pussy. And I felt really sexy knowing that it was your cum dribbling down my legs as I walked to the bathroom. I think we need to do that all again tomorrow!” And with that, she spread the towel wide open to flash him with her soft, clean, pink, naked body, her big tits wobbling softly, her nipples hard and pointy — as always, it seemed. She smiled and gave his crotch a caress before turning away.

As he showered, Jake thought back on all that had happened, and found that he was getting hard again. He wondered whether he could, or should, possibly be willing to take his chances again tomorrow – a quick screw before leaving for school, and another one after – but with the very real danger (and excitement!) of maybe getting caught. As he thought about the opportunity of holding Vickie’s braless boobs again and of cumming once more in her glorious pussy, he stroked his dick with more purpose and knew the decision had been made.

* * * * *

6. I Help My Sister and Get Surprised

Becca’s breasts were flawless. A full double D, her breasts were only slightly pendulous, her underboob projecting from her rib cage with full round curves, and a gentle slope going out from near her collar bone, and capped with mouth-watering nipples that seemed to be hard much more often than might be guessed from any chill in the air. And when she laughed, which was often, her bosoms would dance deliciously, bobbing up and down, sometimes left and right.

I longed to pull her to me, to feel the pressure of her breasts as they would push into my own flesh, to cup her precious tits in my hand, to raise her nipples to my warm and hungry mouth.

But that could never happen. After all, we were sisters. Identical twins, in fact. And she liked boys. I wasn’t entirely sure, but I think I liked boys as well. At least we both enjoyed teasing boys with our big boobs. Yes, we were identical, although my tits might have been just a tad larger than hers, plus I have a small mole on the underside of my left boob.

That summer before college, we spent every Friday and Saturday night going out with a great variety of boys — but we never let any of them get all that they wanted. Most of the time, we’d pull naughty tricks on them, like going to the rest room and removing our bras. Then we’d come back, the pictures of innocence, while our big boobs wandered around inside our blouses or tee shirts, stiff nipples always poking through.

And if the top buttoned up the front, we might “forget” to button some of the middle buttons. Sometimes it was hard not to laugh as the guys would drop a spoon on the floor just so they could bend down and try to get a good glimpse of our naked tits in the process by looking through the gap. Then, if we liked the fellow, we’d hunch our shoulders which, we knew from practice at home (ooh, that was fun!), would let the blouse pull away from our nipples. And the guys would always get such boners and then get kind of tongue tied if they actually saw a nipple.

Then, when we got back home, the two of us would strip and then sit naked on our beds, recounting the night’s adventures while we played with our bosoms and pinched our nipples. I loved watching her plop down on the bed after she’d stripped, her boobs wobbling wildly.

Once or twice, Becca told me that she put her hand on her date’s thigh, then moved up to “accidentally” rub his dick. One guy even had an orgasm right in the movie theater! He was morbidly embarrassed, and we just laughed. Then we would each play with our own nipples until we had nipple orgasms, often all-but simultaneously. When I would pinch my nipples, I would imagine what it might be like if we had been rubbing our boobs together, and then I would line up our nipples, pinching both of her nipples and both of mine simultaneously, squeezing twisting the sensitive ends of our nipples together – four nipples surrounded by the digits of my two hands.

Anyway, it was during those light night nipple stimulation sessions in the room that we shared when I would sneak glances at Becca’s amazing boobs and her long, stiff nipples. Many was the night, when the lights were finally out, that I would curl up naked under the covers and quietly play with my nipples once more, remembering both the boys and what fun it was to tease them, but also about how hot my sister’s tits and nipples were. I became very adept at having intense but also very quiet nipple orgasms during that magical summer.

Then, it was off to college, where we largely went our separate ways, although it was tough being away from my twin for too long. Every now and again, when either of our roommates was home for the weekend, we’d get together relive our bosoms buddy sessions.

But Becca was more outgoing than me, and she managed to snap up Mike her junior year, admitting to me that the tease routine had turned into something more serious. Meanwhile, I remained a bit confused. I dated some guys, but never really felt the “magic” that I’d been expecting. And while I would often sneak peeks at my busty roommate, she wasn’t Becca, and I wasn’t bold enough to make a play for her, or any other girl for that matter.

But I did hang out with Mike and Becca a fair amount (she kept saying, “Mike, we’re a package deal — like me, like my sister”) and we had a lot of fun. Once, after they’d reached the stage where she’d let him take her top off (close to our graduation), we hatched a plan to see how well Mike really knew Becca. She loaned me some of her clothes, clued me in on how she liked to have her neck kissed, and how she liked him to kiss her boobs and nipples.

So, I showed up when he came to take her out, and we had a great time over dinner and a movie. Then we went to his room, and he proceeded to make out with me, just like Becca had said he would. It felt really nice, and I decide that maybe I just needed to find a guy like Mike. I let him take my top off and remove my bra, and then he was all over my boobs, cupping my tits, licking my nipples, pinching my nips, and generally getting me really hot and wet. But Becca said they’d never screwed, so when he tried to slide his hand down inside my shorts, I pushed him away.

Anyway, he eventually walked me back to my sister’s dorm, give me a kiss at the door and said, “Good night, Irene, I had a great time.”

I looked at him like a deer in the headlights. “Wha … what the …?” was all I could manage.

“You’re the twin with the mole on the underside of your boob,” he said with a wicked smile. “Hope to see you again!”

Becca was naked and playing with her boobs when I walked in and told her the story. She thought it was the funniest thing she’d heard in a long time! I stripped as well, and we had another evening of mutual boob and nipple play. But since he was on to our trick, we never tried it again. Dang it. I liked the way he played with my boobs. A lot!

[Boring stuff follows, but needed for the plot]

They married right after graduation, and both found good jobs on the other side of the state. Becca was in marketing while Mike did high level computer support. He handled the trouble calls from big companies, largely in the travel industry, fixing their networks when some bozo employee clicked on a link that should have been left alone.

With a gift from both sets of parents, they bought a nice house with a pool, then they “got busy,” and next thing they knew Becca was pregnant.

That was in early March of 2020. Within weeks, the travel industry tanked, and Mike, the last hired, was furloughed, and Jane was let go. Wedding gifts and some savings would let them keep the house, but for at most a year.

Becca was always a bubbly go-getter, and she found a part-time job, but she had to go to the office — no option for working remote.

Mike, on the other hand, went into a deep depression. He had liked his job, and he was good at it, but the whole industry was on hard times, and there was just nothing else within 100 miles. He took to drinking, watching old sports re-runs, and being generally disinterested. Plus, Becca’s boobs had already started to grow, and they were too tender for the breast play they had both loved. While sex was still possible, Mike just lost interest, wallowing in self-pity.

As for me, I’d found my own job dealing with computerizing health records. Obviously high demand, and also a job I could do from home. I had also been about to get serious about on-line dating (yes, to find another “Mike”) but now that was off the plate.

[Back to the good stuff]

That’s when Becca gave me a call. She remembered how much fun the three of us had had, and since I could work from anywhere, she suggested that I come visit. We’d all been quarantined, so that wasn’t a problem. But her main purpose in asking me to visit was to see if I could help get Mike out of his funk.

My nipples responded before I even knew what I was going to say. I guess I had a flashback to when I’d tried to fool him pretending to be Becca, and he had loved up my nipples so wonderfully. But they were married now, so I just said, “Sure, whatever I can do, count on me.”

“You know,” Becca said after a pause, “you used to be a pretty good tease back in the day. It might perk Mike up if you were to, you know, give him something of a show. Maybe bring a new bikini. I mean, who knows how long we’ll have the house here, might as well enjoy it.”

“Sure, sure,” I replied, as my right hand found my left boob and my already stiff nipple. “I think I might be able to bring Mike out of his shell,” I said, my left hand now under my T and pinching my ever-ready nipple. “Just give me a couple of days.” With Mike not having had sex for a while, who knew where this might lead? With the call ended, I pulled my top off and played hard with my nipples, planning my tease and imagining the possibilities. Before long, I brought myself to an intense nipple orgasm. I hadn’t seen another male in months, and I wasn’t going to — um — blow this opportunity!

I was picking out bikinis as the store opened, since being the first customer of the day was the only way to shop. I picked some likely number off the rack and headed to the changing room where I peeled off my crop. As my braless bosoms popped into view, I felt a shiver go down my spine as I thought about the magic that Mike had done with my nipples just a few years ago. I felt my boobs swell and my nipples stiffen as I looked in the mirror. I gave my nips a good tug, bringing them to full attention, which was important for the next phase of my fitting. Oh, but my nipples were so anxious, I had to play with them some more before proceeding! My nipple play left me unacceptably wet, but I was sure the bottoms would fit without trying them on.

The first top was a pretty standard bikini top, white in color. I lifted my boobs into place, giving my nipples an extra rub in the process. In the mirror, I could only sort of make out the points of my nipples, and the color of my areolas and nips didn’t show through at all. Disappointing, but when I removed the top, I realized what the problem was — it was lined, dammit! Looking closely, though, it seemed like the lining could be clipped out pretty easily. The outer fabric was pretty thin, and could well turn transparent when wet. My nipples swelled again as I planned the alteration and giving the top a test at home.

I twisted my nipples again before slipping on the next top — not because my nipples weren’t already stiff, but just because I love to play with my nipples! I checked this top before putting it on — thin and with no lining — perfect! It was fluorescent yellow, and consisted of two triangles of cloth attached to a string under my boobs and another tie around my neck. When I settled my bosoms into the cups, my stiff nipples tented the cloth magnificently.

Then, I experimented with the cups and found that I could slide the cloth around to shorten the base of the triangle at the lower edge of my tits, revealing either more side-boob, more cleavage, or both! In fact, by sliding the cup pieces to the side even more, my puckered areolas began to came into view — nice! Plus, by tightening the tie around my neck, I found that a good stretch, with my hands over my head, lifted the bottom of the cups a good halfway up my underboobs. One way or another, my boobs and nipples ought to grab Mike’s attention!

I took off the top, slid my original crop top over my anxious, naked boobs (well, okay, one more pull on my nipples for good luck!), and sauntered home for the next phase of my plan. My nipples stayed stiff the whole way, and any number of guys just stared openly at my swaying tits — I do so love teasing guys with my boobs and nipples!

Back home, I stripped off my top (the better to play with my aching nipples) and carefully trimmed out the stupid liner in the white bikini. I gave my nipples an extra tug, despite how stiff my nips already were, and tried on the top. I was thrilled to see how clearly my nipples tented the thin fabric and by the shadow of color where my nipples and areolas were. A quick splash of water from the sink confirmed that the material became virtually transparent when wet, showing off my perky nipples quite nicely.

Okay, I said to myself, I’m set for the pool. Now for teasing Mike around the house.

I started by trimming a tight pair of jean shorts and made them into cut-offs so short that they let my cheeks show in the back, and in the front, the cloth was only just wide enough in front to cover my pussy. Next, I took a pink T-shirt and cut it so short that the undersides of my DD breasts would almost be visible with my arms at my sides. My heart was racing in anticipation of the upcoming visit, and I interrupted my work often to pull on my needy nipples.

To check out my work, I pulled on the outfit. My nipples were throbbing as I slid the pants up my naked body, my boobs wobbling as I leaned over. The pants were certainly short! Next, I pulled the top down over my bare tits, flicking my nipples in the process. The mirror confirmed that I looked hot and sexy. My nipples poked out obscenely, and I could see their color through the fabric. I put my hands over my head, and, sure enough, the undersides of my boobs appeared, nearly to my now very stiff nipples. Between this outfit and the bikinis, I was all set to tease. I threw in a few more modest items and called Becca to say I’d be driving over the next day.

With that work done, I poured myself a stiff drink and spent the evening playing with my nipples while imagining what might happen with Mike. I held off from a full nipple orgasm for a while, loving the feel of my full boobs in my hands, my nipples tickling my palms. Occasionally, I’d lick my stiff nipples, but that is one of my triggers, and eventually the need to have a nipple orgasm overcame me. I sucked hard on my left nipple, running my teeth over the tender nubbin while licking the end of my nip with my tongue, all the while playing catch and release with my other nipple. I came hard, and drifted off to sleep, my dreams filled with erotic fantasies.

I drove across the state with one hand on the steering wheel and my other hand under my crop top, playing with my boobs and stiff nipples. I was wearing a short skirt and no underwear, so I laid a hand towel down to soak up my wetness. I so wanted to get Mike alone and see where things went — but I had to remember that he and Becca were basically happily married, even though they were going through a rough patch. I had to tread the fine line between teasing Mike to get him out of his funk and going too far and ruining the marriage — and my special relationship with Becca. Still, remembering how Mike had kissed my nipples, and hoping it might happen again, kept me on edge.

When I arrived, I had just stuffed my very damp hand towel under my seat when Becca came out to greet me. There was a baby-bump for sure, and her boobs were now definitely bigger than mine, but she wasn’t at the waddle stage yet. When we hugged, I was surprised at how nice it felt to feel her boobs press into my own tits. This was a good, long boob hug, and I felt an unexpected tingle in my nipples as she held me tight. “Thanks so much for coming, Sis,” she whispered before leading me inside.

The evening passed quickly, with Becca and I catching up and reminiscing while Mike wolfed his food and drank beer, barely giving me more than a nod, and a “Hi, Sis,” before plopping down in front of the TV.

I was pretty tired from the drive and went to bed early. My dreams wandered between hugging other girls with big boobs to having some guy lick and suck my nipples to distraction. It was so intense that I woke up with my hands cupping my tits, the dreams still fresh in my head. I figured my brain was processing my reaction to Becca’s hug while still circling around to that “date” with Mike. My nipples were crying for attention, so I thought what the hell, and gave myself a full-on nipple orgasm before I dropped off to sleep.

Next morning, I pulled on some shorts (no panties) and a regular, thickish T over my naked boobs. Thickish or not, my stiff nipples created some visible bumps in the material, but it wasn’t see-through. I figured on seeing how the day was going before getting more daring.

Becca had breakfast ready when I came into the kitchen, but she gave me another big boob hug before I sat down. My nipples stiffened up a bit more and I wondered what was going on with me. And with Becca.

As if reading my thoughts, she said, “Mike hardly even hugs me anymore, so I hope you don’t mind, but it does feel good to hug someone who I know will always love me. Hell, we don’t even see our friends anymore without masks and six feet between us, outside, so for as long as you’re here, you’ll be getting hugs. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No … no, I understand, and that’s fine, I like hugs, too” I volunteered. A glance down to her bosoms showed that her nipples seemed to have stiffened up as well. No hugs and no sex. I’d have to think about that a bit more.

“I like the braless look,” she said while appraising my boobs. My nipples stiffened a little more in embarrassment, “but I think you’ll need to do better than that when Mike gets up. That’s usually around 9:30 these days.”

We chatted over breakfast, my eyes stealing glances at Becca’s still stiff nipples, which in turn, kept my nipples perky. Then we agreed to meet at the pool, since Mike often spent his days there, drinking and being morose.

I chose the white top, since I wanted to start slow — unless I should end up in the pool, in which case things might heat up quickly! I took a minute to play with my nipples until I was nice and hot, then pulled on the two-piece. I shivered when I looked in the mirror — my stiff nipples really tented the fabric, and in the sunlight coming through the window, it took little study to see the color of my areolas and nips coming through the cloth.

Walking out to the pool, my boobs wobbled around inside the cups, keeping my nipples more than stiff — I was loving it! Poor Becca had relegated her once amazing body to a maternity-type suit. No reason to call more attention to her condition, she figured, but at least the bodice showed off a good deal of cleavage. She gave me an appraising look as I approached, along with a low wolf whistle. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like her nipples had stiffened up, too.

“Cute outfit, Sis. Do you plan to get wet in that thing? Looks like it might just up and disappear,” she continued, giving my stiff nipples a good long look.

“Oh — jeez. I guess I didn’t think about that, I just liked the way it fit,” I lied.

“Oh — here comes Mike. Here — let me put some sunscreen on your shoulders.”

“That’s alright, I can…”

“Shut up,” she whispered, “I’ve got a plan. Now sit up straight”

“Um — okay, do your thing.”

With that, she squirted a bunch of lotion onto her hands and started working my shoulders. “Oh, that feels good,” I whispered, but loud enough that Mike, now settling in, beer in hand, some 10 feet away might have heard.

“Just relax and let Sis take care of you,” she replied. As she was working in the lotion, I noticed that she was working down the straps of my bikini. Suddenly the plan was coming into focus, and my nipples started to swell. “Just a bit more … dang! That’s more than your shoulders need. Mind if I keep going?”

“Go for it,” I replied, settling back into the chair as Becca started to work on not just my shoulders, but now my upper chest. Mike glanced over briefly, looked away, and then glanced back as Becca started working on the upper slopes of my boobs. His head turned back to face some distant spot over the fence, but I could tell that he was checking me out from the corner or his eye.

“Oh, that does feel nice,” I murmured, leaning back and pretending to close my eyes. Meanwhile, Becca was slowly, slowly working the cups down from their perch on my boobs. My nipples were aching now as her fingers edged ever closer to my areolas. “Mmmmm,” was all I could think to say, even though the tension inside me was building to the point I wanted to scream.

And then, her fingertips simultaneously brushed past both of my nipples, sending a shiver down my spine and into my clit. Even though I had steeled myself for that moment, I still sucked in my breath and stiffened up. And glancing to my left, my nipples weren’t the only thing stiffening up.

“You’re too tense, Irene, you’ve been working too hard. Just relax and let Sis take care of you,” she mumbled, returning to my shoulders briefly before making wider and wider circles down to my bosoms again. I stole a glance down toward my top and saw that both cups were now falling down, revealing my boobs clear to my areolas. Or at least, I’m sure Becca, standing over me, could see that much, but whether Mike could see them was unclear.

I inhaled and sighed deeply, letting most of the air out of my lungs. The inhalation served to bring the cups down another half inch, while the deep exhalation let the cloth of the cups tent out and away from my nipples. This time, it was Becca’s turn to catch her breath. I have to assume because she had the perfect vantage point to see down my top at my very stiff nipples.

But then I thought, why am I here? Yes, it’s strangely erotic to have Becca look at and make contact with my stiff nipples and think that the sight of my perky nips had had an effect on her, but my stated objective was to tease Mike and get him more interested in Becca. (Or, if the chance arose, to seduce him myself!)

So rather than go down an unfamiliar path and have things perhaps get too weird, I said, “Thanks, Sis. I think I can finish up on my own.”

I reached for the bottle of lotion and Becca just said, “Suit yourself,” taking a seat again.

I pretended to ignore the fact that my shoulder straps were hanging near my elbow and proceeded to put sunscreen on my belly (dipping quite low when I got to my bikini bottom, managing to give my aching clit a long-distance massage) and then onto my legs. I could feel two pairs of eyes watching my movements, and I could also feel that the cups of my bikini were slipping a bit more.

When I finally straightened up after taking care of my feet, the cups had actually fully fallen away from my nipples, which were quite puckered in spite of the increasing heat of the day. “Oh, my,” I whispered when I “discovered” the wardrobe malfunction. I took my time positioning first one boob and then the other back into their cups, giving each nipple a quick rub in the process. My nips were quite definitely tenting the cloth, and it seemed that Mike was having a tenting problem as well — progress!

The day had gotten warmer, and I was actually beginning to slip into a doze (the drive really had taken it out on me) when Becca tugged at my arm. “Race you the length of the pool and back!” She exclaimed.

Forgetting everything but the sisterly challenge, I dashed to the pool and dove in, a half second behind Becca. In times past, she would have beaten me handily. Unfortunately for her, her big boobs and even bigger belly slowed her down, and I won by a few seconds.

But when she glided in, I now understood the rationale for the swim. Becca’s eyes were glued to my boobs — or more specifically, my now essentially naked areolas and nipples, since the suit was now all but invisible. “Nice suit!” she enthused, making sure that her voice was loud enough for Mike to hear. I felt me nipples stiffening back up, both because Becca was eyeing my tits, but also because Mike’s attention clearly had the same focus. After a moment, he took a long, slow swallow of beer, as a distraction, but his eyes never really left my breasts.

“Oh … I’m so sorry!” I feigned, “I didn’t realize that it … Mike, I’m sorry, I’m so embarrassed,” I went on, pretending to try to cover my pussy with one hand and my boobs with the other. But in truth, I left one tit basically uncovered, and I slyly rubbed the now very stiff nipple of the other breast. “You’d think they’d line a suit this thin.” Well, they had, but I had cut the liner out! “I brought another suit, let me go change.” All the while, Mike just smiled. And stared.

I hurried inside and stripped out of my wet bikini in my room. My nipples were on fire, and I took a few moments to fondle those sensitive nubbins. I do so love playing with my nipples! But on to plan B, the opaque but definitely skimpy yellow bikini.

My nipples were throbbing as I positioned my swollen boobs in the tiny cups. My nipples poked through the cloth like they were on a mission — which I guess was true! I started with the cups fully spread at the base, then moved the edges inward from both the sides and middle until the cloth was bunched around a pair of thin strips that didn’t quite cover my areolas. I was getting wet (okay, wetter) thinking about showing off this much of my boobs to Mike (and Becca!), but decided it was too much, at least to start out. I settled for something midway between full boob coverage and revealing my areolas. I gave my stiff nipples another pinch, then headed out to the pool. That’s when I realized how little support those triangles of cloth provided my big tits — they wobbled deliciously on my chest!

Becca raised her eyebrows as she took in my swaying boobs and gave me a big smile. “Looks like you had fun shopping, Sis,” she leered, “I like that suit, too.” And then in a hushed voice, “And I think Mike is appreciating the view, too.”

Just then, Becca’s phone rang. She was being called in for two, maybe four hours. As she left, she explained the call to Mike, then told him to be nice to his sister-in-law. He grunted and took another swig of beer.

Well, now was my chance to see what might happen with Mike and me alone! But while he kept stealing glances at my boobs, he didn’t seem interested in conversation, so I pretended to play with my phone for a while. I began to fidget with the edges of the cups, gradually bringing the cloth more toward the base of each breast, thus exposing more and more boob flesh on the sides and down the middle. “That’s better,” I said in a stage whisper, wiggling my boobs and pretending to be more comfortable. And all the while, my nipples were raging hard and very obvious. More glances, but no move on Mike’s part to engage in conversation.

After another minute, I set the phone down and stretched, pulling my arms way over my head. I didn’t need a mirror to know that I had just uncovered half of my underboob flesh. Next, I put the chair down in the recliner position and lay on my side facing Mike. Still nothing. All of that boob flesh, top, bottom, and sides, and he said nothing. But through half closed eyes, I could see that he was definitely looking.

My next trick was to wriggle my shoulder, and I’m certain that that maneuver let my right nipple escape from the cup, which was now quite loose. That brought a muffled, “Geez, Louise” from Mike but all that happened next was that he got up and went inside. I figured after all that beer, he must have needed the bathroom, but five minutes later, he had not returned. Damn! Maybe he figured I was just still being a tease, and he was my target de jour. Or maybe his vows were keeping him in check. That would be sad, but if I could not seduce him myself, I might at least warm him to the idea of sex with Becca. I had one more tease outfit left.