He was the one who was more conservitive, studied hard, loved money, was involved in some groups, such as Chess, Theology study, and he went to church...often. I on the other hand. was more of the artsy type. I always wore black and a lot of my time was spent alone painting, drawing, art was my only release for expression. Not much has changed for me, I am still very much like that. Even though we were different, we got along better then most siblings did at that age. We were both more mature. I'll just go down andget changed. I can be out by late tomorrow. Sorry," I said quietlyunder my breath as I looked to the floor, my embarrassment plain to see. My mind was still reeling as I moved to the basement door. Ted was stilltrying to figure out his thoughts but suddenly he beat me to the punch.In ons swift move he quickly reached for the camera he kept on top of therefrigerator. He'd always had a camera there, he used it to takepictures out the kitchen window at birds when they. Instantly my cock got hard. Fully erect in 2 seconds. "I'm sorry, when I was looking for the pot I found a few other things, I didn't use them, don't worry, but...", she giggled nervously at what she thought was a joke. My head spun a bit from the pot and also from the raging hard on I had. My cock throbbed, yet, I manage to say "we probably shouldn't, you are like family, Rob is like my brother. He'd kill me." WHAT THE FUCK? I didn't expect to say that, but Miranda wasn't finished. . Pullingthem on, I press my hardening cock down as best I can and trap itbetween my legs, the panty helping to keep it there.A slightly padded push up bra in white is next and because of the yearsof practice; I easily slip it on and clip it. Pulling my man flesh upand in, I run the tips of my fingers over the cleavage produced. Forthose that care, I nicely fill out this bra which is a thirty-six, Bcup.Walking back to the closet, I marvel at the comfortable restriction ofthe bra and the sensation.