It fit. No one would say it was "too small." Well, no one who was attracted to women, anyway. It was bright red, the top covering her breasts but not leaving a lot to the imagination. I wish I could tell you that I didn't look as hard as I did. I felt sick about it, but I was compelled to. I could see the outline of her n*****s, and it was easy to see that they were stiff under the thin fabric pushing a generous amount of breast to the side. I told myself it was because of the breeze, but there really wasn't much of one. Again, nothing scandalous about this, not really, but I was already having a tough time seeing her as just my little sister.
Her soft curves were on full display, her beautiful belly, pale and with a little paunch, drawing my eye as much as anything else. The bottoms cove
