My mom was cooking in the kitchen. Suddenly I heard my sister entering hall and started sweeping the floor with a numb smile. She was wearing a t-shir... and short skirt. While sweeping she was bending nicely to show her cleavage, and then I realised that she doesn’t wear her bra. Her 32 size boobs were hanging as that of mangoes while she was bending. My prick started to grow on seeing those mangoes and I could not hide as I haven’t wear underwear.She saw my prick and again started teasing by. While the Engine sped down the streets I took stock of my young life. Iwas just over twenty-one, unmarried, with barely meeting the height andweight requirements of the department. I'm the third generationfirefighter along with my Dad and a brother at another firehouse andladder truck company.I studied hard at the academy, suffered harder with the physicaltraining and graduated first in my class. On graduation I was assignedto my current fire station as a reward for my endeavors. Basically. ”Lucy gave Betsy instructions on how to get to the server room on the lowest floor of the facility. She had a quick errand to perform since she had some work to do on one of the upper levels and didn’t want to deal with Betsy while doing it. She promised to meet up with Betsy after a few minutes.It was a substantial building with four floors below ground level. It wasn’t fancy, but one could tell that a lot of money went into its construction.Betsy followed Lucy’s directions, although she did. She explained her relationship with her boyfriend; not serious for her but very serious for him. Our conversation got quite heated during that third drink and she was telling me things I found incredibly hot. Until now every time I asked her name she told me CCS. Finally during that third drink she confessed CCS stood for Closet Cum Slut. When she told me it was time for her to go I panicked. I couldn’t let this kinky, gem get away without taking my best shot. I offered to walk her to her car.