My sister was wearing white dress as it was Saturday, the school dress code on Saturday is white middy and white shirt, as she was completely wet, I n...ticed her grown boobs and nipples getting exposed, that is the first time I saw my Sister’s boobs and got erosed, at that time we were in rent house with two rooms and a kitchen. she went to other room and changed her dress, that is the first time I tried a lot to see her changing her dress, but I could not succeed. As she changed her dress and. I couldn’t change it though. Carol was my waking dream. Senior year came around and I began to feel a little anxious. After this Carol would be gone and so would I for that matter, and I was still in the look but don’t touch stage. As the year flew by and things didn’t seem to be looking any better so far as Carol was concerned I grew pretty glum. I felt distant from all that was happening around me. At the same time I was deciding where I was to go to college I could step back and wonder what. The garter belt followed, the straps dangling against my soft thighs as I bent to roll the matching, silk, thigh highs up my legs as I enjoyed the sensation of silk against my skin. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a confident smile back on my lips, the unusual sense of helplessness gone as I slide on a clingy black dress that draped across my body from the waist down two straps connected to the waist, just wide enough to cover my firm breasts as the curved over my shoulders forming. After some time, I reached my hotel room, got into a towel and was about to go for a shower and the doorbell rang. I expected her to be there and opened the door. There she was, in a perfect figure of 34-30-36 (I like healthy women) in a black top and cream coloured trousers. She was surprised to see me in a towel and was like “Ooo la la”.We hugged and the hug was tight, I could feel her breasts on my chest. Then we parted from the hug. I left for a shower and she was watching the TV.Then and I.