“I need to take a shower and get off these wet clothes.” I mumbled as I picked up some sweats from my pile on the couch. “Can you set it up?” I asked, trying not to have a tremor in my voice. That was when I noticed that she had no panty lines crossing her ass cheeks, the shirt was long enough to cover her, but the suggestion of what I couldn't quite see started to make me sweat. Her young body floated inside it like a dress. My shirt hung down to the back of her thighs as she bent over and set the game down. That seemed to please her, she smiled and turned her back towards me and set the game on the floor. "Sure, lets do it, I haven't played that for years" I replied. The box was scuffed, it had seen a lot of use over time. She held the game at waist level and let me see it. Her budding nipples pushed against the fabric and silk screening. She had changed out of the tank top and shorts that she had onĪnd now wore my mariners baseball shirt that she had gotten off the pile on the couch. The bikini that she wore cupped her budding breasts, her belly pouched over her bottoms ever so slightly, highlighting the gentle lump of her chubby girl pussy mound, the tightness of the panties betrayed the shadow of her hairless vertical slit when she turned just so. Even at this young age, the baby fat gave her curves in the right places. Michelle was a stocky chubby little thing. I thought back, the two older girls had worn a 1 piece suit. I had spent a bit of time swimming with the girls, I got singled out to watch them play on the rope swing that flung you out into the river.
We had went camping earlier that summer at Sunrise Bridge state park. She was always in motion, all smiles and blond pigtails. She was the youngest of the three, and also the most trouble. Any chance I had to make love to my sister just fluttered away on the gale that the little bundle of energy brought along with her.