A little calmer, she rose from her bed and slowly made her way back to her brother’s room, easing the door open gradually. She was relieved that he ...as still lying on his bed. She entered his room and was the first to speak. “Why? Why Ross” “Because I want to and because I can” Ross spoke with a more serious tone to his voice. “But I am your sister for fuck sake… you can’t want to fuck me?” “Ahh but I do… anyway… look at my cock… it is by all accounts better than the one you are currently. I walked inflat chested and out with an ample set of C's. I did not want to appearcaricature of myself to be. A bit more back ground on myself, I am 5-8in stocking feet and a svelte 150 pounds that is down from a manly 222pounds. I am not a shrinking violet just a retiring one.I overlooked one aspect of going ahead with the surgery before I was donewith hormones; my breasts kept growing in size. Six months after mysurgery I was a D plus. Och! My aching back!Well, I got impatience - 19. "I will be after today," she replied sadly."Let's go then. Are you ready, Jenny?" Yes," Jenny advised. Vanessa looked up in surprise."I hope you don't mind if we drop Jenny off at the office on the way out. It will save her having to get a taxi." No. No problem," she mumbled.I picked up a large wreath, armed the house alarm and moved to the BMW which Vanessa had been careful enough not to block in. I placed the flowers on the backseat."New car?" Vanessa asked."I've had it for a week or two now.. I stand up from the stuffed chair, standing straight up, my feet only inches from your knees. My gaze looking down at you with the urgent desire to take you now. As I proceed to lift off my own sweater you patently look on. You then smile slightly as I mockingly flex a pec muscle in my chest. I enjoy the feeling of the cool air of the cabin on my back and the direct heat of the fireplace on my chest.I unbuckle my belt, undo the snap, draw down the zipper and let my pants drop to mu feet. You.