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My name is Johnny; I'm 17. {} I’m not real tall but football and baseball keep me in pretty good shape. I have a sister. Normally you don’t hear too many brothers saying this but, my sister is really beautiful

Her name is Cathy and she’s sixteen-years-old. She's really short; only 4’11”. and she’s grown into her curves very nicely. She has a sweet body; a small frame and her tits are perky and firm; well on their way to becoming gorgeous titties. They seem to be developing pretty darn fast.
Last year you couldn’t even tell she had tits. I think she must rub Miracle Grow on them at night or something before she goes to bed

Her face is…angelical. She wears little makeup most of the time and still looks beautiful. I've seen a lot of girls in magazines (Porn mostly) that aren't as pretty as her. She's a little shy in front of people she don't know, but fun to be around for the most part.
She dresses kinda provocatively some times and sometimes, because of it, Well…I get boners. I’m forever making comments to her about the way she dresses. She likes to wear clothes that are way too sexy for a 15 year old girl…Especially my sister. She likes to walk around the house with her thong sticking out of her hip-hugger pants, shirts that push her tits together and are cut down really low. I swear, those shirts make her tits look huge on her tiny frame.
Sometimes she's barely dressed at all! The worst part is…she finds it amusing when I say something to her about it

When she walks past me in the house wearing shit like that, I have a hard time looking away, ya know? I mean, she’s really a sexy little snot.
"Damn Cathy!" I tell her. "How do you expect to walk around on the streets looking like that and not get drug off into the woods by some crazy, psycho guy... ...or two?"
She just smiles at me and shakes her ass while she walks by. Sometimes she'll pat herself on the ass, look over her shoulder, and just smile at me. I’ve actually dropped shit out of my hands when she does that crap. She knows full well what that does to me and she seems to love doing it.
Lately, around the house, she’s taken to walking around with her boy-shorts and a flimsy wife-beater on; a wife-beater that she’s ripped the bottom off of, no less

She can barely keep her tits in that thing. She looks like she should be laying around Heff’s place with the other sex kittens.
I keep staring at her just waiting to see one of those puppies peek out. I'm almost sure that's why she wears shit like that. She says that’s what she sleeps in. But it seems that she only wears this stuff when my parents aren’t home. Just before or as soon as they get home, she runs to her room and changes. Don't get me wrong, what she changes into is usually still pretty…hot looking, but it's not that prick-teasing stuff she seems to like wearing just for me. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t had the impure thought or two about her

I know that sounds fucked up but I figure, nothing’s really bad… if it stays in your head…can’t hurt anyone, ya know.
One day I was sitting at the kitchen table and in walks Cathy with that very shirt on. She opens the fridge and stands there for a few minutes looking for something to snack on; she‘s there forever.
"You plan on getting something or just cooling the house down?
"I’m looking. Needle Dick"
"For what, a good ass beating?"
"I'm looking for a way to shut you up..." She tells me. And she found a way.
She turned around and her nipples were all but ripping through that thin thing she calls a shirt. They looked like little marbles…on half a grapefruit.
"...But an ass beating would be good too!" She whispers like a little… …slut.
I jumped up out of that chair like I’d sat on my own balls, “Come-mere you little prick-teaser.” I says to her as I grabbed her by the waist to pull her away from the fridge

My intention was to maybe wrestle her down to the floor and sit on her until she promised to put some decent clothes on and stop teasing me.
She screamed and tried to make a run for it. I caught my foot on the leg of the kitchen table and down I went. When I fell, I brought Cathy down right on top of me. She started to get up to run but I grabbed her pant leg with one hand and reached up for the back of her tight jeans with the other.
Well…I reached to high. I grabbed a hold of that flimsy T-Shirt and pulled; it ripped right down the front. She stopped trying to get away, looked down at her torn shirt and then down at me. I let go of her pant leg and just stared. Both of her tits were enjoying the fresh air, hard nipples and all
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Cathy made no attempt to cover them. I couldn't help but look. She was so small and petite and they were so firm and beautiful. They were just…perfect. They were flawless.
If I was a pair of tits…THOSE are the tits I’d want to be
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I’d refuse to wear a shirt, I’d say HI to everyone I saw, all perky, waving hello to everyone as I bounced back and forth. And I would go up to lesbian’s housed, rub up against the doorbell and ask them if they wanted to come out and play with me.
Her nipples looked incredibly taut and her areolas were chill-bumped from the cold.
"You ripped my favorite shirt." She said in disbelief.
I slowly got to my feet. I was dumb-silent.
"I'm... ...I'm...really sorry.... ...I guess..." I told her. It was hard to muster up an apology. It was hard to be sorry staring at those two works of art she hung on her chest.
"You GUESS!? What do you mean ‘You GUESS?"
She saw me staring at her tits and followed my gaze with her eyes…"Oh." She says