The next day I went over to her house and delivered my first load of props. She met me at the door with a big smile and a hug that had to make anyone smile back. As we unloaded the first load of props,
I could not help but notice how really beautiful my sister had become. Her hair had gotten even longer than the last time I saw her and her form fitting T-shirt really showed off her chest.
Every time I had seen her, she was always in baggy clothes. I had never realized just how much she had filled out. There was a lot to move and we were both pretty sweaty from the hauling. I could not help but notice the way her T-shirt rode up and showed a totally flat tummy with a belly piercing. I didn’t mean to stare but I kept my eyes on her belly button ring just a little too long when she caught me staring.
“Checking out your sister, Teddy?” she said with a teasing note and looking me straight in the eyes.
“Don’t be gross. I just happen to notice your belly button ring. That’s something new since the last time I saw you.” I was trying to make it look very innocent and not like I was perving on my sister.
She gave me that little ‘yea right’ look, but seemed willing to drop the conversation anyway. After several hours of hauling and unpacking, I was ready to stop. We both were pretty exhausted. We dropped on the couch with a plop. I opened my eyes when I felt a cold beer placed in my hand.
“Been saving these for us to finish. Now who is the best sister?” Barb looked as tired as I felt. I popped the top and took a deep drink. It hit the spot.
“You are the best sis. This had to be the best beer I have ever had.” I said as I took a sip.
“The food of the God’s. No expense spared for this one of a kind, truly unique beer.” I said as I held up the beer and looked at the label.
“Bob’s Discount Beer.” I said pretending to read the label.
“Smart ass. If you don’t want it just say so and I will drink it.” Barb stuck her lips out and up as she said this to let me know she didn’t think was funny.
“Just raggin on you, sis. You know I want it.” But even as I was telling her this she was trying to get it back out of my hand.
“Come on. You know I was kidding.” I was laughing and trying to keep her from taking it as she smacked me with a couch pillow
The pillow made contact with my beer and it flew out of my hand. It was like watching a slow motion shot as I watched the beer tip end over end, covering my sister’s T-shirt, face, shorts and finally the couch. Since she had the beers on ice, it was cold. As the beer made contact with her shirt, several things seemed to happen all at once.
She took a huge gasp from the cold liquid hitting hot skin, her shirt became somewhat transparent and her nipples became so hard that I could see them trying to poke through the bra she was wearing. As the shock of the cold began to wean, I could see she was really getting mad.
“Look what you did to me?” Her hands were held up like I need some prompting to notice she was covered in beer. It was so funny I could not help but laugh.
Just as I was about to remind her that she was the one that hit my beer with the pillow, I looked up and saw her face scrunched up as a drop of beer ran down her forehead, over her nose and just dropped. This made me start laughing again. Finally her frown turned to smile and then a laugh as well. Before long, we were both laughing. She got up to get a towel to wipe off her face and clean up the spilled beer on the couch. I told her I would get the couch so she could go change.
I had the couch all cleaned up when she returned with a new T-shirt. She had a towel over her head, drying her hair. As she ran the towel over her hair, her breasts were bouncing; there was no doubt she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her hard nipples were poking through the material. It was so hypnotic I could not keep from watching. What had captured my attention were her pierced nipples.
I could see the outline of the rings through her T-shirt. They were not small rings; they were very large and went up and down as she continued to rub her hair dry with the towel. I am not sure if my eyes were bulging out, or if my mouth was open, but there was no doubt she caught me. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move or say anything. In a flash, my cock was rock hard in my pants, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. She glanced at my growing problem for just a second then at my face, that I am sure was turning red. I guess she understood my reaction or just didn’t want to address it, so she just sat on the couch and acted like she didn’t notice.
“Next time you do something like that, you can get your own beer,” she said with a smile, letting me know she didn’t mean it.
We were back to kidding each other. The tension left the room big time. Even though the stress left, my hard on would not. As hard as I tried, I could not stop glancing at her hard nipples. I left a little while later, going back to my apartment. My mind was all over the place.
I couldn’t think of anything but the way my sister’s nipples looked through that T-shirt with the large rings in them. My erection was still going strong, and I couldn’t get it to go down. I was so damned turned on I couldn’t stand it. Knowing that my sister had me that turned on only bothered me more. I even started talking to myself the whole time I drove.
“This is so wrong. She is your sister. Don’t think that way about your sister,” I said out loud. Trying to convince myself.