After the event involving 2 foreign workers (Michelle Ch 03). I believed my brother was clear about my sexuality; that I am an exhibitionist. And his attention propels me to stripe off totally. And he also indicated to me that looking at my body turned him on.
However, we went into another long 'silence' period after that. He was still struggling with himself (I thought so), still strived to maintain his best manner as my brother, keeping his visions and actions well guarded. Despite of my brother's non-responsiveness, my interest in exhibitionism continued to drive my every aspects of daily life. The most obvious effect was my clothing. I started to wear sexy and skimpy outfit. That were few incidents I went to the grocery shop braless. After that, I tried once wearing hot pant without my panties on. When the shopkeeper squatted in front of me to take the can food for me, his face was just a foot away from my crotch. I had an orgasm at the moment, knowing the chances of him seeing my pussy under the hemline.
On the other hand, the renovation of my brother's new house had finished. He has brought some furniture but there were few items still pending. That day, he wanted to shop for his bedroom furniture. We decided to visit the furniture mall that located along the LDP.
That day I wore a floral print yellowish tube dress made of silk. The dress has an adjustable ribbon round my upper chest to hang the dress on my body. It was quite short and only covered the most 3 inches down my thighs. Even then, that was generous amount of my chest and cleavage showing. I had retied the ribbon a few times to get the dress well position so that the hemline was low enough and yet the chest was not too exposed. The silk fabric although was extensively printed with small floral patterns, it was quit thin and transparent. And I had the under layer removed. If you stood just few feet away, you'll be able to see some details of my skin.
Underneath the dress, I wore a matching milky yellow silk bra and G-string. From a certain distance, you would think that I am naked underneath the dress.
It was a weekday, not much of customers around the furniture mall. Most of the shop we entered was without customer. So we received full attention from sales persons. Most of them followed us and tried to make a deal, some of them was attracted by my little shows of sitting down, bending my waist or crossing, uncrossing my legs. However, after walking from one shop to another, none of the item actually interests us. My brother was bored.
However, my mind started to run wild after received some attention and stares. My mind was pondering something to stir the boring day and my bored brother; and telling him what is available to him.
It was the last shop that I entered. A young man greeted us as we entered the shop. A woman at the around fifties was reading newspaper on the office desk uninterested to our presence. Another young man and a young lady probably younger than twenties were sitting lazily on the sofa. Soon they were attracted, probably to me, and my handsome brother.
"Anything in particular you are looking for?" The young man asked after following us a while.
"We were looking for bedroom furniture," I answered.
"Great, they are all up stairs. Please follow me," The young man led us to the stair and we went up. The two youngsters followed.
It was true; they were all up stair. All was bedroom furniture and nothing else. The whole floor was partitioned into many open sided 'rooms', each exhibiting bedroom furniture of difference design in various styles and tones. Max was interested. But I was not as I was still not figured out what to do.
But I played along. Followed my brother from one room to another.
Then I saw my image in the mirror and I was alive instantly. The game was on.
I stood straight in front of the full-length mirror of a wardrobe with my hands at my waist.
"Max, can you see that.'' I spoke to my brother behind me, deliberately raising my voice.
He turned back and looked at my face in the mirror.
"Can you see that? This mirror is not even, my image is a bit out of shape! See!" My voice immediately caught everybody's attention.
Everyone stopped and looked at me.
"Look at my chest. Can you see that my right side looks bigger than my left?" I swayed side to side as if to examine the reflection.
"Really!" My brother was curious.
"No, they are equal, both are as big," He lowered his head to compare and gave his genuine opinion.
"No, the right side is bigger. Is this grade C mirror?" I raised my voice again.
"No, they are all grade B mirrors," The young lady answered.
"How come my right breast looks bigger?" I changed the word 'chest' to a more explicit word 'breast'.
"Come over and see for yourself," I waved to the young lady. I turned to face them, untied the knot and pulled my dress down to reveal my chest. My tits half covered under the silk bra came right in front of the young lady. She was surprised by my sudden exposure and probably fascinated to see a pair of fully developed breast half exposed to her eyes.
She was blushed but still wearing her sweet smile.
"I want you to look at them carefully. Are they equal in size and shape," I looked at her and hands lightly contoured the sides of my tits.
"Emm... Ahh... I think... Yes, they are equal, perfectly equal," She was embarrassed having to deliberately look at my tits in front of three men.
"Now, come behind me and look at them again in the mirror, see if they are equal," I turned to face the mirror.
From the reflection, I saw my brother. Blushed and rubbing his face with his hand. I thought he knew I was playing my game.
The lady came behind me and taken a serious look.
"Emm... Actually... they are equal. Well... the right side could have been bigger... I can't tell. Sorry," She was confused and embarrassed.
The two young boys came closer not wanting to miss the show.
"Yesss, its bigger on the right side. OK! May be lady is not that sensitive to body shape. How about you two, can help me to check?" I turned to look at the two young boys. Did not attempt to cover my bare chest.
They came up few feet in front of me. The young lady moved to the side and sat on the bed. My brother pulled a chair from under the make-up desk and sat closer behind me, where he can see the whole reflection of my body in the mirror. He adjusted his pant near his crotch to free space for his hard on. He deliberately leaned his back lazily at the chair to pretend a relax, not bordered look. But from his face, I knew he was excited.
The two youngsters stood in front of me were anxious. Kept rubbing their shaky hands on around their hips and crotch. Occasionally pushed their hards on to release the pressure that was slowly building up.
"Can you two look carefully at my breasts, both of them, see whether they are perfectly identical," I pressed my two melons to the center and released them to generate the bouncing effect. The nipples immediate harden under the soft bikini bra and formed two shape tents that lightly outlined by the yellowish fabric.
They mechanically moved back and for, up and down to take real look at my assets. They look at each other few times as if to ask the other to speak first.
"Oh ya! You guys nowadays can see totally nude lady easily in the net right. May be this would help you to judge better," I let go of my hands, my dress just slid down my slander body smoothly. The dress dropped to my ankles. I slowly pulled the transparent strings down my shoulders and then untied the knot at my back. The two patches of triangle fall and revealed my creamy amber tits and hard nipples.
Everyone was shocked. The lady on the bed covered her mouth with two hand and her eyes wide opened staring at my display few feet from her. Both young boys swallowed saliva involuntary with their hungry eyes fixed at my tits that proudly pointing at them. I glanced to my brother at my side. He sat straight, could not pretend relax any more.
My tits were lightly jingling every time my chest raise and fall. The cool air made the nipples even harder. I rested my hands around my waist and pushed my chest to give emphasis to my two blossoms.
"I am sure you guy have seen much bigger than this in the Internet. Come on, don't pretend innocent anymore. Take a good look, see if they are equal," I looked at them and they looked at my tits.
"God, a real one! B, may be C!" One of them mumbered at his mouth.
"How's it? Equal?" I walked closer to them.
"Come on, just examine them carefully. Or you can measure them by your hands," I caught the chill sweaty hands of one of the youngster and brought them to my tits.
"Come, cup it to check if they are equal,"
He spread his fingers slowly tried to cup my tits while I still holding his wrist. But he stopped when his palm touched my hard nipples. The contact sent a thrill to my spine and my pussy wet instantly. And it was my hands that turned shaky now. My breath grew heavier and my nipples lightly pressing on his palm in the rhythms of my breath.
The light touchings of his palms against my nipples sent me to next level of excitement. I could not hold anymore. I pulled his hand to me and the two palms just cupped my hot inviting tits. He was still a gentleman, only lightly squeezed my tits twice then retreated his palms, leaving a thin film of moist sweat on my tits and the hard nipples. A strong feeling of unsatisfactoryness stroke my chest. I craved for more actions on my tits.
"How, are they equal?" I asked.
"Ya, ya, equal," He answered. I wondered if he could really feel the any difference.
"OK! Now, look at the mirror and tell me," I continued holding his hand and retreated 2 steps, walked out of my dress on the floor and stopped in front of the mirror. I turned to face the mirror and looked at the young boy. He was awakened and went to my back and looked at my reflection.
"Well?" I raised my arms to above my head, lightly turned my body left and right, my tits swayed left and right followed my body. Then I lowered my arms, stood straight and leaned my hands on the back of my hips. I looked at the youngster at the mirror.
"How?" I turned to look at my brother in the mirror. Pushed up my chest forwand and my buttock backward. My hands slowly massaged my smooth ass cheek in circular motions. He was looking at my directior, but can't tell whether he was looking at my full front view of my body in the mirror or my buttock. He realized that I caught him looking at me, he switched to look at my face. He was embarrassed.
"Miss, I think they look the same," The the boy commented.
"What! It is so obvious, can't you see it?" I raised my voice.
