bustysister
bustysister:

I had never seen the point of doing something like this before. Shaking my tits so that they could be the object of someone’s lust. But it was different with my little brother. I knew he loved who I was, so his lust was a compliment. He made me feel like I wanted to show off for him. I no longer felt dirty and ashamed when he stared at me, but happy and confident. My sexy little brother loves me and my big tits, so me and my big tits love him.

bustysister:

I had never seen the point of doing something like this before. Shaking my tits so that they could be the object of someone’s lust. But it was different with my little brother. I knew he loved who I was, so his lust was a compliment. He made me feel like I wanted to show off for him. I no longer felt dirty and ashamed when he stared at me, but happy and confident. My sexy little brother loves me and my big tits, so me and my big tits love him.

bustysister
bustysister:

I had expected to be more nervous than this. Or more grossed out. Or more excited. Or more something, I guess. It felt weirdly normal when my brother and I finally confessed our mutual attraction for each other and decided to see how it felt to fool around. Maybe the magic was in the fantasy and not the act, but it was too soon to tell. I had to give it a proper chance.

bustysister:

I had expected to be more nervous than this. Or more grossed out. Or more excited. Or more something, I guess. It felt weirdly normal when my brother and I finally confessed our mutual attraction for each other and decided to see how it felt to fool around. Maybe the magic was in the fantasy and not the act, but it was too soon to tell. I had to give it a proper chance.