He walked around to her side of the counter, highly aware of their closeness. And of the fact that he was, indeed, trying to fight an erection. As he was about to put it on the countertop she reached for it. The flour on his hands and his nervousness made him lose his grip and the entire bowl splashed on her. More specifically: on her breasts. Erica gasped when the cold mixture hit her skin, but then looked down and laughed. "Now I suppose you're going to tell me that you didn't do that on purpose?"

Dustin would have liked to reply, but the sight of his sister's sumptuous breasts...