As Jim quickly ate his breakfast, he noticed Teresa bounding down the stairs wearing a top that amply showed off the cleavage of her B-cup breasts. His eyes went wide, realizing that her choice in clothes must have been because of his influence, because Teresa would never wear something so provocative, at least to school.
She walked into the kitchen and gave Jim a kiss on his lips, apparently not caring that he was in the middle of eating something. Then she smiled. "See ya later, you stud," she purred. Ever since she kissed him in the kitchen earlier, she seemed to always go out of her way to kiss him again and again. Was that because of his influence too?
He continued to stare at her. The outfit she wore definitely exemplified all of her sexy curves and he found that he just couldn't stop looking. He had to make a noticeable effort to turn away. Stop looking at her like that, he thought to himself. She's your sister, for god's sake. He closed his eyes, then opened them, seeing that she was leaving the house.
Why didn't he try to fix her? Wasn't that what he was planning to do before she came downstairs? He shook his head. He felt like there were still a lot of cobwebs clogging his thoughts. He put down his breakfast and headed out of the house after her.
