Amber held her bikini top to her chest with one hand. She gazed into her brother's eyes and saw the emotion that he felt for her. She let the tiny cloth drop.

Bobby gazed at his sister's chest. No, they weren't big, but they were perfect. They were shaped more perfectly than any sculptor or painter could ever create. Bobby believed in God, but if he hadn't, this perfect evidence of the Creator would have convinced him.

He gasped. He wanted to say something, to tell her how this affected him, not only visually, but emotionally. "Oh, Amber," he finally managed.

"What?" she asked, totally puzzled by his reaction.

"You're...