Chris' Gift - Sex Stories

Chris' Gift

... was just messing with you. You didn’t make me do anything. And it’s not like this is even that weird. We’re twins. You’ve probably seen me without a shirt a few hundred times in our twenty-three years on this earth. You didn’t prove anything. So sorry. Try again.”

“Okay, maybe,” Chris ceded. “I guess I have to kick it up a notch. Go ahead and lose the bra too, then. As sexily as you can.”

Christine sighed. He just wasn’t going to let this go. On the one hand, it was kind of annoying. On the other hand, she realized, the longer that she dragged this out the sweeter it would be when he finally admitted that he made up his crazy little story. With her sense of sibling rivalry pushing her to keep going along with it so she could give him the ultimate reality check in the end, she decided she might as well play along yet again.

Offering a seductive smile, she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Once the clasp was open, she slowly slipped the straps off her shoulders. Grabbing her tits, Christine slid the cups of her bra down slowly, until her areolas were just barely visible. Swaying her hips a little, she finally pulled the bra completely off, exposing her tits. Chris’ jaw dropped and Christine smirked, tossing her bra somewhere behind her on the floor. Chris continued to ogle her bare breasts, making his sister roll her eyes yet again.

“Wow,” he finally said. “Those are even better than I imagined.”

“Ooh look, tits,” Christine patronized, grabbing her ...

... tits to jiggle them around for emphasis. “Come on Chris, I know your dating history. It’s not like you haven’t seen a pair of boobs before. Get yourself together.”

Chris smirked. “Yeah? I’ve never seen yours. Not like this. But you still don’t believe me.”

Christine let out a chuckle. “You got it. Just like last time, I was only humoring you. Your made-up ‘gift’ had nothing to do with it.”

“You still think this is all your idea,” he laughed. “Well, I guess you just need more proof. Hold still.”

Chris got up off the couch and stepped behind his sister. Christine held nearly perfectly still, grinning at how well her plan was working as his hands reached around from behind and started fondling her boobs. She wondered how long was he going to keep pushing this line that he had some sort of magic gift. Part of her was irritated that a grown man could try to convince her of such a stupid tale. This is something he would have made up when they were kids.

Chris kept squeezing her tits. She could feel his breath on his neck. It was honestly getting a little obnoxious. She considered pushing him off her and telling him the gig was up in hopes that he’d drop this little charade. Still, when Chris got an idea in his head, he could run with it forever, she realized. She should probably keep playing along a bit longer to really drive her point home and get him to drop his game for good.

Ultimately, Christine decided to let her brother keep feeling her up. She even kept still ...