Venus Williams sat, hunched and naked, on a chair in the shower room allowing the water to cascade over her. Her forehead wrinkled in deep thought as she analyzed the match for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the past hour. Three losses in a row! Her game could not just be "off." She had gone through her other opponents without much effort and had her focus had been at its highest until ... AHA! That was it! She turned off the water and picked her towel from the rack as she headed toward the locker room.
"Hey, sis!" Serena's voice was sing-song, as usual, as she greeted her older sister. She had just finished her last interview and had not showered yet. Regardless of who won their matches, the two girls always seemed to get along afterward.
"You can NOT beat me!" Venus shouted suddenly, putting her hands on her hips.
"What?" Serena turned to face her sister. She was honestly puzzled by the question.
Venus' eyes went directly to Serena's sweat-glistened cleavage and she felt her mouth go dry with desire. Seeing how the black cat suit hugged her thickalicious little sister confirmed her theory of what had happened during their match. Serena's heavy breasts taunted Venus. They begged to be caressed, held, suckled, teased, and more. Venus couldn't believe herself or what she was thinking.
"It's this suit, boo," Venus cooed, almost trance-like. She stepped toward her sister, who now wore a curious little smile, and began to touch the suit in all the right places.
"What about this suit?" Serena asked as she pushed her breasts toward Venus' searching fingers. She traced her curves with her own fingers
"I can't ... I ..." Venus stopped and began hungrily kissing and sucking on her sister's luscious lips as if to devour her. Her long, powerful fingers sought out the butt that drove young and old men crazy. Delicately she lifted and squeezed each cheek before running her hands alternately over the left then right.