...seemed otherwise unchanged. Jon had actually somewhat been expecting overblown tits and crazy makeup on top of skimpy stripper clothing, but from the view he had down her dress, she was even wearing old fashioned Hanes underwear. Her boobs, a respectable B-cup before, hadn't changed a bit (unless that bra was reducing). How did he end up wishing the world was like a porno and his sister was dressed like a normal person in granny panties?
"Jeeze, Jon. Pay attention for once will you?" Her nipples stiffened into his palms, and she leaned into his grasp, sighing softly. It wasn't until that moment that Jon realized his hands had gravitated to her chest during the disentanglement, automatically kneading her lightly through the dress. "Mmmm. Jon, I'm--ooooh--not kidddiiiing.... Yesssss, I mean I don't want to take a headdder...stairs...keep doing that!"
Her tone changed, and she reached up and pressed his hands into her, encouraging him to do more. He hadn't been aware he'd been doing anything, but apparently Zoe licked his blind groping.
