Covid-19: I end up staying with my sister and her husband

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“How do we decide who breaks?” I asked.

“I’ll get a deck of cards. We’ll pick a card to determine the order,” Bill said.

We went to the bar for another drink and to select a card. Bill poured tequila into our glasses, held his up, and said, “Here’s to fun and games.”

Nodding, Carol said, “I’ll drink to that. Hell, I’ll drink to anything.”

“Are you already getting drunk, honey?” Bill said.

“Nope, just getting mellow,” My sister replied.

We took our drinks, ate the lemon slices, and then Bill spread a deck of cards on the bar. We each selected a card, flipping it over to show the others what we had. I had the highest card and would break. Bill’s card was lowest, so he’d shoot last.

Before starting to play, Carol asked for another shot of tequila. Bill poured but didn’t put as much in the glasses as before.

We played three games. Each of us won one. Between games, we took shots, chasing them with beer.

As we played our fourth game, I watched my sister lean over the table to take her shot. Her tank-top gapped, giving me a view of the tops of her breasts. Looking up, Carol giggled and then hit the cue ball.

“My brother was trying to look down my top,” Carol said as she bumped against me. “Matt was always trying to peek at my tits when we were younger.”

I felt myself blushing. Carol noticed and smiled at me.

“Did you ever see her tits?” Bill asked. He looked at my sister and raised his eyebrows.

“Not really. Carol never wore tops that revealed much,” I said.

Hugging Carol from behind, Bill said, “You never flashed your brother? My little sister couldn’t keep her boobs hidden. She was always flashing me.”

“I wasn’t an exhibitionist when I was a teenager,” Carol said. She wiggled against Bill. “You know you were the first man to see my breasts. You were the first guy to see anything.”

“You weren’t a good big sister,” Bill said as he held Carol’s hips.

Shrugging her shoulders, Carol said, “Well, you’re not a good husband. My drink is empty.”

Bill kissed my sister’s neck. He chuckled and said, “Well, if you show us your tits, I’ll get you another drink.”

Looking back over her shoulder, Carol winked at Bill. Then, much to my surprise, she lifted her arms. Bill gripped the hem of her top, pulling it up and off. When my sister saw the look on my face, she giggled.

“What’s the matter, Matt? Haven’t you ever seen tits before?” Carol said.

It took a moment to digest what I was seeing. I stared at my sister’s full round breasts, noticing how they wobbled as she laughed. Bill continued standing behind Carol as she displayed her bare chest.

“Sure, but I’ve never seen any as nice as yours are, Carol,” I said. I guess the tequila removed my usual shyness.

“Isn’t my brother sweet?” Carol said.

“He’s right, baby. You have spectacular tits,” Bill said as he moved his hands up and cupped her mounds.

Carol turned around, kissed Bill, and said, “Do I get my drink now?”

“I don’t know. You have a hard time keeping your clothes on when you drink tequila.”

Taking her husband’s hand, Carol walked toward the bar. “Make it a double, sweetie.”

Stopping, my sister turned to me. She glanced at my crotch, smiling when she saw the tent in my nylon running shorts.

Giggling, Carol said, “My brother does like my tits.” Shaking her shoulders and making her breasts jiggle, she put her hand between Bill’s legs. “You like them too, don’t you?”

“You better believe I do, baby,” Bill replied.

We went to the bar to have a drink. As Bill poured tequila into Carol’s glass, she reminded him she wanted a double. I stood next to my sister, wondering what the hell was going on. Instead of downing her drink, Carol took a sip.

We moved to the couches and sat down. Rather than sitting in our usual spots, Carol sat in the middle between Bill and me. She put her arms on the back of the cushions, displaying her large breasts. While we sat there, she ran her fingers through Bill’s and my hair. I thought it was a bit strange that Bill didn’t say anything about my sister’s overt affection.

“They’re thirty-six D if you’re wondering,” Bill said to me.

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