"You're much better looking than Cathy. Whenever I see her with you, like today in the kitchen, I wonder what I'm doing with her."
"I'm not. Besides I'm your sister."
"You and mom. You're so beautiful. Your hair. Your legs. Your smiles. Your breasts," Bobby said admiringly.
"What about my breasts?" she asked. "You've never seen my breasts...Bobby!" she screeched as her brother put his hand on her top and pulled it away from her body.
"Your n*****s are much nicer than Cathy's...or her mother's," Bobby said grinning as he let her top snap back. "Your breasts too."
"You're sick," she accused as she shuffled back from her brother on the couch. "Why are they nicer anyway?"
"They just are," her brother answered, his eyes intently watching the thin, white panties now exposed to his eyes as
