She was moaning “hhhhhmmmmm that feels gggooooodddddd!”I undid her choli and her big breasts stormed out of her bra. Everyone in our family exerci...es and stays fit and in shape. And my sister is too sexy to handle. Her figure is 36-28-36; awesome na. Something to die for.I took her boobs in my mouth and suckled them like a berserker. She screamed “ooooohhhh aur chuso meri chuchiyon ko bhaiya! Inhe taiyar karke rakho humare honey waale bachon ke liye!”Meanwhile I put my hands inside her choli. She pulled my dress up to give him a good look at mylegs. She made sure to touch my legs and she let herhand linger on the soft skin just above my stockingtops. She pulled my hand onto her breast and pressed itinto her soft woman flesh.My clothes slowly disappeared in a river of lust. Therewasn’t a place on my body that remained unexplored. Herhands, fingers, boobs, hips, mouth, tongue andeverything touched my everything again and again. Therewas fire and electricity and magic and more. She’s had a hard time. Please don’t take this to heart. She just needs time.”“Ok,” I said, putting on a brave face.I tried to project acceptance and reassurance, but Vicki saw right past my bullshit. She gave my arm a squeeze and then headed upstairs.Going into the living room, I slumped down onto the couch and settled into a solid sulk. I knew it wouldn’t help, but hell, I was a teenager after all. Even super DNA or whatever can’t stop the angst sometimes.It was decided that it would be best. I had big-time, breast augmentation surgery about three months ago, and my back is fuckin’ killing me! I’ve been thinking of investing in a small wheelbarrow to carry them around and take the strain off, but somehow that tends to be a real buzz-kill when I’m out with all my then-current suckers – I mean, sweeties. You’re in the swindle game. Do you have any ideas of how I can hold my head up, along with the rest of me, with these watermelons hanging off my chin?Watch your ass, you fucking prima.