I turned around at the exact moment her top came over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her glorious mounds sprung free from their confines, nipples already hardened. I tore my eyes away mere seconds after they landed on my sisters magnificent rack, but the image of her beautiful orbs were burned into my mind. Suddenly I was very confined in my jeans.

"Erica! Bathing suit!" Amanda called out.

"We always do this though," Erica whined.

I turned back for a moment to see Erica had her tight shorts halfway down and she was wiggling her hips to shimmy the almost non-existent garment down her spectacular legs. I...