" I just thought you might want to remove the pretty ribbons from yourhair first," she laughed. I went bright red with embarrassment. I had gotso used...to them being there I had forgotten about them. I got up andremoved them handing them to mum, who popped them in my underwear draw. Ididn't bother arguing and went back to bed.I didn't think about any of the outfit again until the following Thursdaywhen mum called Sandra and I into the kitchen. "Here you are, I've ironedyou clothes so go and put. "This is yourdoing, I stopped getting excited putting on a dress years ago." Really," she purred and started moving her hand again."Oh, God," Vince moaned."Not yet, dear," she squeezed tight at the base and waited.She stood back up and slowly raised his dress up above his bra. She onceagain traced one of his nipples through the lace of the bra. Then shepulled the edge of the cup down and gave it a good suck.Vince moaned loudly as the combination of pleasure and pain shot throughhim.Emily smiled. “So it won’t matter if I see you without any clothes. I won’t be embarrassed.” “I’ve seen it all before!” She announced nonchalantly. “Sis…I’m your big brother!” I laughed. “And besides, it’s not really the same. I’m twenty-five. Believe me, it’s a lot different!” I joked that I couldn’t get out of bed at the moment anyway, as after our last bit of conversation I had gotten a little bit excited, and (even now I can’t believe I told her this) I had a hard-on, and what I had was now a lot. In her position there was hardly a mound except for the bright pink of her areola, her nipples hard from the frigid water. They looked deliciously like tiny strawberries. I was just about to nibble the one nearest me when she giggled something about her bladder, got up and left me staring into Chris’ eyes – who had obviously come to the same conclusions as me. He was beautiful to look at reclining on his back, his skin taunt from the water, his nipples hardly smaller than Angie’s and his cock.