This wouldn't have been too bad except that her perfect younger brother was always held up to her as the 'perfect' c***d. When Jennifer was 13 and her...brother sexually accosted her in her own bed one weekend when their parents were away at a religious retreat, she thought that 'this' would surely make her father realize that his son was less than perfect. She'd even let him force her just so she could use it against him. But when their parents finally returned home Jennifer couldn't bring. After we had eaten and the kitchen was cleaned up, Ken came in from the garage with a bunch of packages. What's this? I asked. He said open them and see.The first one I opened contained a blouse. Ken told me to put it on to see how it fit. I put it on and discovered that it only had one button and that was at the waist line. It also had a v neck that started at the waist line and up to the center of my shoulders. I told Ken that it was beautiful, but that it would not cover my tits, and he said. But that was assuming she would be face-down, in the pillow. It seemed like it gave me a tiny sense of privacy in a weird sort of way. But with her face-up looking at me grinding into her...well, that was different. I don't know what or how many thoughts ran quickly through my head, but my burning pussy overpowered them all, and I climbed back up onto the bed and straddled her thigh.She gave a quick flex, just as I had done, and I could feel the friction against my pussy as I pushed down. Damn,. "Verytrendy," I said without know what trendy was."Put it on," She said curled up on the couch. I could see that it reallywas going to be a fashion show. I was going to have to try everythingon. Putting the jacket on the sleeves came to just below the elbow.There were no buttons or zipper to close it up."This is comfortable," I stated."Next." Next was a pair of trousers. They were straight legged pinkpants. I took my cargo shorts off and my shirt. Thinking that would haveto go at some point.