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My 19-year-old sister, Elsie, was sitting on the couch playing her latest video game. I couldn't help but stare at her cute, pouty lips and the way her body moved, especially her bouncing breasts.
"What?" She glanced at me with her big blue eyes.
"Nothing." I shrugged and looked away, unable to hide my raging erection.
She eyed me suspiciously. "Are you sure, because you've been staring at me for the last twenty minutes."
"I have?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason. I'm just admiring your beautiful face."
"Oh, is that all? Nothing else?"
"Nope. Just your stunning, gorgeous face."
"Uh huh." She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. "Well, that's a lame excuse. Why don't you go do something productive, instead of staring at your little sister's face."
"Because there's nothing else I'd rather do right now, than stare at my lovely, beautiful sister's cute, adorable face."
"You're a sicko, you know that?"
"I know, but what are you gonna do? Live and let live, I say."
She rolled her eyes and went back to playing her video game.
"Besides," I said, unable to hide my wicked grin. "Your face isn't the only thing I've been staring at..."
"What are you talking about, Tim?" She paused the game and glared at me.
"Oh, nothing. Just your bouncing, jiggling, heaving tits. You know, those massive, delicious, juicy melons of yours. Those fun bags."
"Oh, fuck off." She shook her head, her cheeks flushing with color. "And for the record, my boobs do not bounce or jiggle. And they're certainly not melons."
"Really?" I raised an eyebrow and stared at her chest.
"Yes, really." She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Okay, prove it. Take your shirt off."
"What? Why would I do that?"
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