She set the platter down and looked up at me. She slowly got up from the couch and stood before me. She was wearing a pair of tight yoga pants that left nothing to the imagination. I was sure I saw the outline of the panties she was wearing. I wondered why she wore underwear. The entire time of my half-sister's seduction, she had chosen to go without. She pulled off the hoodie she wore with my mother's insistence and revealed the tight tank top that was hidden underneath. She took a deep breath making her full and supple B-cups swell.

"I was wondering if we could do what we...