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"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" my twin sister Kim cried out, scaring the hell out of me. Reflexively I dropped her bra back into its drawer, and moved away from her dresser. I had been caught, again. My sister was standing in her doorway, with nothing on but a towel wrapped around her torso, all her visible skin dripping with water. She had just come out of the shower, and I had used it as an opportunity to rummage through her bra drawer.
And it wasn't the first time. Not only that I had done this, but also that she had caught me. Standing there, she was gorgeous and glorious, glistening in the morning light. It was clear, though, that she was angry. But, honestly, I didn't care much. I relaxed, smiled at her and walked out of her room. "You got to stop doing this, pervert! If I catch you again, I'll tell mom and dad!" she added, but not with a really angry tone.
"Yeah yeah, you've said that before. Just relax Kim, I was just looking." I said, more confident than most brothers would have been in my situation.
"Just looking, Corey?" she asked, her voice rising. "That's precisely the problem!" she said, then sighed.
The single reason I wasn't scared of her anger or threat was that, three months ago, I had caught her fucking her boyfriend in her room. I had come home from school much earlier than I normally would have on a Thursday, as the chess club's meeting had been unexpectedly cancelled. I had come back through the back door and had walked to the kitchen without making any sound. The fact that I had remained silent hadn't been planned or anything, it just happened.
Just before I would have dropped my backpack on the floor, noisily, I heard her moaning. Then I had heard a guy grunting. My eyes had opened wide as I realized what was happening. I had sneaked closer to my sister's closed door and listened. At one point, having heard their bodies slamming into one another, I had also heard the distinct sounds of pussy farting with some of his strokes. The lucky bastard had probably been tapping my sister from behind!
I then sneaked back out of the house, an erection making the walking process difficult. Once I had seen Kim's then-boyfriend leaving, I came back in and confronted my sister. She had still been flushed and slightly dishevelled, beautiful and sexy as angels and succubi must be. Even though she had been dressed by then, I had still been extremely sexually aroused. When I had told her what I heard, she had panicked at first, then had threatened me with murder if I ever told mom and dad. Then I made her realize that she was the one in trouble, and she froze.
Now, three months later, even though she made threats about telling mom and dad about my exploration of her lingerie drawer, I knew she was never going to do it. I would probably get into trouble for it, but so much less than she would for fucking in the house! That was strictly forbidden by our parents.
Sometimes I wondered just how much of Kim's reputation my parents actually knew. We were only nineteen, but she had been sexually active for a while now, and many people at school knew about it. Not a slut that would sleep with anybody, but nonetheless a girl that went through boyfriends like others went through series on a Netflix binge! Now I didn't only have rumors, but proof, and while I had never officially threatened her or blackmailed her with that, she knew that I could. Oh she knew it very well.
While my sister was very sexually active, I, on the other hand, wasn't. I was an immaculate virgin. While thinking about a young virgin girl might be sexy, a young virgin guy just wasn't the same... I was in deep sexual need, spending my days and nights watching porn and masturbating, trying my best to control my sexual drive. Part of the reason I loved to look and play with her lingerie was that deep need.
I guess as I was just as sexually hungry as my sister was, but I didn't get the equivalent of her looks. Kim was rapidly blooming into a goddess of a young woman, with bulging breasts, larger than most pornstars and fully grown women. Most of her breasts had 32 and 34 band sizes, with cups varying between D and F. On a fucking nineteen year old!
If that wasn't enough my sister had exquisite hair: she had remarkable burnished auburn tresses that went all the way to the small of her back. She usually wore them split in two very long and thick braids. Add to that the fact that she was slim, in very good shape, with deep green eyes and a very pretty face. How the fuck does a normal-looking nineteen year old guy get as many girls as a nineteen year old divinity like my sister gets guys?
And, also a problem, albeit a very different one, how can normal girls compete with my sister? I was aware that my incestuous infatuation with my sister was making it more difficult for me to be interested in other girls. Shit, everybody at school knew she was the hottest girl around! But what was a boy to do? "Maybe it was that spooky twin link?" I sometimes asked myself. "Yeah right... It has nothing to do with the fact that she has a body professional nude models would kill to have!"
Before turning into a pervert looking at her lingerie drawer, I had asked her to show me her breasts (all I got was a shocked response and a threat of telling mom and dad), then her breasts in a bra (first "pervert" name calling), then just her bras (long sigh and shaking of her head as if to say "You're hopeless, brother...") and finally I asked her if she would let me stare at her while she was wearing bikinis around the house (I got the typical young girl disgusted "Ewwwww" before she turned around not even answering).
And so I resorted to rummaging through her drawer. Don't get me wrong: aside from that particular issue, Kim and I had a great relationship. Again, maybe the twins thing. In any case, we got along really fine despite the fact that she was a sexually active goddess and I was a virgin normal-looking guy. In fact, I suddenly remembered that until we were thirteen or fourteen years old, we were very close.
I remember one time our parents sat us down and told us that we should go out and get new friends to play with. That was their explicit message, but I recall that Kim and I laughed about it, having recognized that what had really bothered them was that we spent too much time together. We certainly didn't mind.
As I thought about those years, I remembered that Kim was the first girl towards whom I had romantic feelings. And sexual ones as well. Now wondered if she'd had those feelings as well... Soon after that conversation with our parents though, puberty hit us and somehow made us drift apart. I didn't fully realize it at the time, but I was loosing my best friend, my first real love.
Thinking about all that made me realize that Kim wasn't all that angry about my lingerie indiscretions. The first time it happened she was really pissed, and that anger faded a bit after I had caught her fucking, but it has really faded since. Even now, I'm pretty sure that the next moment we'll cross each other in the hallway or in the kitchen, neither of us will even be thinking about the fact that she had caught me. It almost felt like she acted pissed because that's what was normal.
But despite that and the closeness we had shared while younger, I really, really wanted to see her naked. I thought about blackmailing her with the fact that she had fucked in the house, but didn't want to stoop that low. I had to find a way! And suddenly an idea hit me: cash! We both worked part time, but as often as she went out, drank a lot, bought clothes, etc..., she was always broke. I, on the other hand, wasn't. And so I hatched a plan. If I went to her and said that I would give her 100$ to let me see her breasts, she would flat-out refuse. "I'm not a prostitute!" I could picture her screaming. But I had another idea in mind.
Later that day I sat next to her in the living room and waited for ads to interrupt her show. "Kim, I have a deal for you."
She looked at me, her eyes narrowing. "What do you have in mind?"
"Our birthdays are coming soon, and I thought that I could give you a gift." As I paused, she was still weary but more curious now. "I'll buy you a bra and you let me see it."
"See it?" she asked, a smile on her lips as she shook her head. "Oh you must mean on me... Otherwise we both know you'd see it, no?" she teased me.
"Yep."
"No way." she replied quickly. "Besides, my bras are way too expensive." she added quickly.
"200 dollars."
Kim's eyes widened. "What? That's almost two bras!"
"250$ then, and I get to come to the store to pick them."
"Are you crazy Corey? You'd give me 250$?"
"For this, yes."
"Wow... You really are a pervert!" she said, but she was smiling, her insult more of a playful tease now.
"And you're really beautiful and sexy sis... Even if I did get a girlfriend—"
"When!" she interrupted me. "When you're going to get a girlfriend, brother." Even now, she was thinking about me and my self-confidence.
"In any case," I continued, "when I will, it's clear that she won't be as beautiful as you are."
Kim looked at me, right into my eyes, for a long moment. She then said "OK. But no funny fake-boyfriend business in the store or afterwards."
"Deal."
"And no trying to peek at me naked." she added.
"Deal."
"And no asking for more once you've seen them both on me."
"Deal. Are you done?" I asked, my heart beating fast. Kim narrowed her eyes again, staring at the ceiling while trying to find a loophole she had missed. I said "Kim, I'm not trying to trick you. It's just that your brea—" I stopped, then took a deep breath before continuing. "Your breasts are amazing, and I really would pay for two bras to see them in those bras. Even if it's only once each."
Again, Kim looked at me before finally nodding. "Ok. When?"
"Tonight?" I said, making her laugh.