As my hand shifted down to cup her breast, I realized several things at once. The first was that she clearly wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt, not from how soft and supple it felt--not to mention that I could distinctly feel her hardened n****e pressing into my palm. The second was just how perfectly it fit into my hand, overflowing it slightly, but molded together in such a way that it felt like we were made to do this. And the third was a realization that I now wanted to do far more to my sister's boobs than simply mere touching.
"Just so you know, my n*****s are super sensitive," Elayne said with a grin. "As for rules--"
She cut off with a hiss of pleasure as I gently tweaked the n****e I had access to through her shirt to test what she'd said. The sound was music to my ears and c
