They were in remarkably good shape and I grabbed two tops and climbed up to my room returning huffing and puffing as I came back down. "What do you think?" I asked.

He looked at me for a minute enjoying my heaving chest. "They look better on you than they did on your mother," he sighed.

I grabbed another shirt and headed up the stairs but he stopped me.

"Honey, we're family. Lighten up and try them on down here so you don't have to kill yourself going up to the loft."

I nodded without much thought. I slowly pulled my top off and stood before him in tight jeans...