Melanie's "Wardrobe Malfunction"

The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

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I've read some of these stories, and I can never buy it when some guy says, "My sister was gorgeous, but I just never looked at her 'that way' before," or "I was shocked to realize my sister had such big tits." Give me a break. If you have an attractive older sister with big tits, you've been keenly aware of it for years. That was certainly the case for me.

My older sister, Melanie, had developed early. It was impossible for me to ignore her impressive chest. I just count myself fortunate that she never caught me staring and drooling like an idiot. I'm not saying I did that, because quite frankly I don't know. It wasn't like I was watching myself watching her, if that makes sense.

Melanie dressed conservatively, even around the house. She always wore a bra until she went into her room and "dressed for bed," but I never really saw her then. I was convinced her breasts must be perfect, even though I hadn't ever seen them. My sister was the embodiment of female perfection in my mind.

After she graduated from high school, Melanie still lived at home. She attended college locally and she had a part-time job on campus. It wasn't glamorous. She worked as a cashier at the cafeteria.

Melanie dated, of course. She just never had a steady boyfriend in high school or those first two years of college. I'm sure tons of guys asked her out. I made the mistake of thinking of my beautiful sister as some sort of bastion of chastity because she didn't have any long-lasting relationships. In my mind, it was because those guys invariably wanted to have sex with her, and that was the end of it.

That all came crashing down late one night in the second semester of my senior year. I didn't even know she had been out on a date until the guy dropped her off in front of the house. I heard the car pull up at the curb, and looked out through the blinds of my bedroom window. There was a sports car parked beneath the street lamp. I thought it looked odd; there was this guy I didn't recognize sitting in the driver's seat. He had his head back on the head-rest. His eyes were closed.

I wondered if this guy had a few drinks too many, and he had pulled off the road to sleep it off. Then his mouth shot open and a look of pure ecstasy washed over his face.

Was he on drugs?

He started mouthing some words, and then he looked down with a satisfied grin on his face. I shook my head.

Weirdo.

My eyes shot open in disbelief when I saw my sister's head rise from his lap.

If that asshole hadn't parked right by the street lamp, I wouldn't even have seen her—certainly I would not have guessed it was my "innocent" sister doing something like that. But there she was. It was unmistakably Melanie's sweet, smiling face. She swallowed and licked her lips and smiled at this guy. I saw her mouth the words, "thank you," and then she got out of his car and started walking up to the house.

My hand shook as I released the blinds. I don't know what I was thinking as I walked out of my room and headed for the front door. I guess I was still in denial and thought my sister had been used against her will. I was certain that my lovely sister would never do anything like what I thought I had seen. I expected to find her staggering in the door, drugged out of her mind. Maybe he had slipped some sort of date-rape drug into her drink. That sort of thing was in the news all the time, and I thought that had to be it.

I stopped dead in my tracks in the entry hall. My sister had closed the front door and she was leaning back against the door, humming contentedly and still licking her lips. Her eyes were closed and she looked deeply satisfied and very happy. Her clothes were a little disheveled. Her skirt was wrinkled like it had been bunched up recently, and the top five buttons of her blouse were open. My eyes widened. She had been wearing a bra with a front clasp, and it was opened. I could not help but stare at the expanse of cleavage staring me in the face.

There were red marks on her neck and all over the inside swell of her breasts. That guy had been sucking on her neck, and undoubtedly her tits as well! My sister's lilting voice snapped me out of my trance.

"Oh, Gary!" she said softly. "I'm sorry. I was just lost in my own little world. I didn't even notice you were standing there. How was your evening?"

My eyes met hers, and she just smiled at me. I had expected her to be upset, certain she had seen me staring at her breasts. She had not slurred her words. She didn't appear to be inebriated. But she did have a trickle of some white substance at the corner of her mouth.

"Um, you have something on your lip there," I said, pointing to the corner of my own mouth.

"Oh," she said. Then her tongue snaked out and lapped it into her mouth. "Mmm," she moaned. Her eyes closed and she bit her lower lip softly. My eyes again raked down her body and her hard nipples were obvious through her blouse. That bra was just dangling uselessly below her breasts.

I swallowed heavily, and realized my dick was completely hard and throbbing in my shorts. Fearful of getting caught, I quickly blurted, "Well, I was just checking to make sure you're okay. Good night, Melanie."

I turned and bolted into my room. "Good night, Gary," her voice replied, following me down the hall.

I was picturing her tits when I furiously stroked my cock minutes later. That was as much as I had ever seen of them, there in the front hallway. After I came—which was really quick—I replayed what I had seen over and over in my mind. It felt like a tremor shook my entire room when it hit me.

My sister sucks cock! She likes doing it, and she loves the taste of cum!

I know my eyes were wide with surprise, because I saw my shocked expression in my bedroom mirror. I also saw my renewed erection standing straight out in front of me. I looked down at my dick in surprise. I had just shot a pretty big load into a tissue. It normally took more than five minutes for me to recover afterwards.

Now, I know I have an above-average dick. When I was younger, I had measured it obsessively. At eighteen years old, it was just over eight and a half inches long, and it was very thick. I had stopped measuring it regularly by then, of course.

As I looked down at my pulsing dick, I sighed unhappily. Now that I was older and "knew better," it was depressing to have such a big fat dick. The high school girls I dated wouldn't dream of sucking it for me. It was just too much for their little mouths to take. I couldn't imagine it would be any different for my sister. Knowing she loved having a dick in her mouth, I still couldn't picture her taking my oversized dick head between her lips.

What I constantly fantasized about was sucking her tits before I jacked off and shot my cum all over them. In those fantasies, she always got off on it. Now I felt like that fantasy was shattered. My "innocent" older sister was sexually active, and she would no doubt be repulsed by my dick the way my last two girlfriends had been.

That didn't stop me from jacking off and imagining her tits again, of course. It just wasn't as good.

I never got another revealing look at my sister in that disheveled condition again. She came home from another four dates looking deeply satisfied, though. Each time, it was a different guy dropping her off at the house. I refused to think of my sister as a slut. Instead, I kept thinking those guys had to be idiots. Something had to be wrong with them or they would never have let my sexy sister down.

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Our parents had a surprise for us that year. They had arranged for time off from work, and had bought tickets for the four of us to spend Spring Break in Cancun! Now, I had never been outside the United States and had no idea what that would be like. It just sounded amazing. Melanie looked every bit as excited as I felt when our parents announced it.

A week and a half later, Mom was furious when her vacation was cancelled. Her firm had several high-profile clients, and one of them had landed in a major scandal. Since she was one of the best lawyers in her firm, and she wasn't currently on a case, they had assigned her to handle the "damage control" and she was forced to assemble a team at the last second.

"You three should go without me," she said, but she was miserable saying it and we could tell.

"No, Mom, that's okay," I said when nobody else spoke up. "We should just cancel it. We can all go when school lets out for the summer instead."

Dad and Melanie both looked at me in shock, but then they smiled and nodded their heads. It made Mom feel better immediately. We all wound up hugging and Mom whispered, "I love you all so much," with tears in her eyes.

Dad immediately called and started canceling and rescheduling our reservations. Mom got busy organizing her legal team and setting up meetings with them for the next morning. I was watching them with a smile still on my face when Melanie wrapped her arm around my side and gave me a squeeze. She leaned up and breathed, "That was so awesome of you, Gary. I'm glad you thought of it."

I turned just when she had started to kiss me on the cheek, and she wound up kissing me on the lips. Our eyes opened wide in surprise and she cut that kiss short.

"Sorry!" she gasped.

"It's okay," I said, smiling at her. "I didn't mind."

She smiled back happily and then leaned up to give me another brief kiss on the lips.

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The only real downside—other than the obvious missing out on Spring Break in Cancun—was that this happened three days before our Spring Break was supposed to start. It was too late for me to make other plans. It wasn't a big deal for our dad to cancel his vacation. He pretty much set his own hours anyway. He was still making phone calls an hour later, as was our mom. She also had her laptop out on the coffee table.

I was hungry and wandered out to the kitchen, but I realized everyone else was probably hungry. I walked past my parents, catching little snippets of their phone calls, and knocked on Melanie's bedroom door. I pushed it open and leaned my head inside.

"Hey, Melanie," I started.

She blushed and quickly closed her laptop before turning to face me. I just kept talking, hoping she wouldn't be upset that I hadn't waited for her to invite me in.

"I was going to make some dinner," I said. "Mom and Dad are both still busy. Do tacos sound good?"

She was licking her lips nervously while I spoke, but she smiled when I finished. "That sounds great," she said. "Do you want me to help?"

"Um, sure," I said. I realized it had been an automatic response. I started to close her door, but then pushed it back open. "Actually, you don't have to," I added.

She had opened her laptop again, and quickly slammed it closed. This time I saw that she had been watching some sort of porn. She blushed furiously, and I did my best to act like I hadn't seen it. Once again I just kept talking.

"I can just cook up the beef and refried beans, and you can come out and cut up tomatoes, lettuce and avocadoes whenever you're ready."

"Oh, okay," she replied, still clearly embarrassed.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She just nodded, so I smiled at her and then closed her door. I couldn't help but wonder what that had been about when I made my way back to the kitchen and started cooking. It really never occurred to me that women watched porn at all. I was always under the impression it was something guys did.

Not long after I started, Melanie came out to the kitchen, humming as she cut up the veggies. She looked lovely, even though she wasn't dressed to impress. I could clearly see the lines of her bra through the back of her long t-shirt when I glanced her way. I came over next to her at the counter and cut up a couple of avocadoes before returning to the stove. When our eyes met, we smiled at each other. There was nothing flirty or sexual there.

Our parents managed to take a break from their phone calls so we could enjoy dinner as a family. Since Melanie had been at the counter closest to them, they thanked her for making dinner.

"Thanks for doing this, Melanie," Dad said between bites.

"Yes," Mom agreed, nodding and beaming at my sister. "You're so thoughtful. Both of you kids are so thoughtful. Thank you so much."

I saw my sister opening her mouth to correct them, but I reached over and squeezed her thigh. "Yes, Melanie," I said with a smile. "Thank you so much for dinner."

Her eyes went wide and she looked at me. She licked her lips and stammered, "You're welcome."

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After we had eaten, our parents went right back to their phones. I started clearing the table and Melanie helped after she finished the last of her chips. She glanced out into the living room before leaning close to me and whispering, "What was that about?"

"Oh, everyone gushed about how 'awesome' I was for being mature about postponing our family vacation. I just figured it was your turn to be awesome." I finished rinsing a glass and handed it to her so she could put it in the dishwasher.

"Oh," she said. She narrowed her eyes and gave me a searching gaze. "I was talking about how you reached under the table and squeezed my thigh. You knew I was only wearing a thong under this shirt, right?"

I gulped, and I'm sure my eyes were huge. I shook my head. Then she laughed, and I felt embarrassed.

"Oh, you're just messing with me," I said.

She only laughed harder, but then she lifted the bottom of her long t-shirt. "No I wasn't," she giggled.

I couldn't help but look, and there was the tiniest little pair of thong panties I had ever seen. I could clearly make out the lips of my sister's pussy, as well as the fact that she only had a tiny little "landing strip" of pubic hair above those puffy little lips. It was just a brief peek before she dropped her shirt, but it felt like that image was seared into my brain.

I swallowed hard and forced my eyes up to her face. My voice was a raspy growl when I said, "Seriously, I had no idea." I cleared my throat and added, "Sorry" before returning to the dishes.

When we had finished loading the dishwasher, I bailed for my bedroom. I was still embarrassed by my reaction to seeing my sister like that. Worse, I kept picturing my most recent ex-girlfriend's pussy. Brenda had been shocked by the size of my dick when she had seen it, but she had agreed to let me fuck her. Just the previous Friday, I had tried—and failed—to work my dick into her tight little pussy.

Brenda just couldn't take me, even after I had licked her through three orgasms. She was wet enough, but after I rolled on a condom and tried to push my cock inside her it was pretty painful for both of us. I wasn't trying to rush and shove it in. I knew better than that by now. I never even got the entire head of my dick into her.

After ten painful minutes, I "graciously" stopped trying to fuck her. At that point I knew it was a lost cause, and I licked and sucked her clit and worked one of my fingers in and out of her instead. She got off twice more like that, and then thanked me for being so understanding. Still, I was not really surprised on Monday when she said she couldn't see me anymore. At the time, I figured it would leave me free to have some sort of Spring Break fling in Cancun.

I dropped my shorts and absently stroked my dick through my boxers as I changed into a longer t-shirt. That was what I was wearing when I heard a soft knocking on my door.

I turned and said, "Come in."

Melanie looked apologetic, but she was struggling not to smile at the same time. I just smiled at her and shook my head. She came into my room and closed the door behind her. It took her a while to figure out what she wanted to say, so I sat on my bed and waited.

"I wasn't trying to tease you," she finally murmured. "Well, actually I thought you were teasing me, and I thought I was just getting even."

"Oh," I said. It was tough for me to think of anything else to say. As she stood there fidgeting, I could tell she hadn't put on shorts. I couldn't help but picture what she was wearing under that long shirt. An awkward silence stretched out for several seconds.

Melanie cleared her throat. "So, now that we're not going to Cancun, I guess you'll be hanging out with your friends here for Spring Break instead?"

I thought about it and slowly shook my head. "No, I'm pretty sure all my friends are going out of town."

"Oh. Well, then I guess you and your girlfriend...?"

I barked out a sad little laugh. "Brenda dumped me Monday. She thought she could—" I stopped abruptly and felt my face get hot. For a second there, I forgot I was talking to my sister. I felt the need to say something—anything—to change the subject. "I guess I'll just be hanging out here at the house by myself. At least I can catch up on some of my shows."

She cocked her head. "Well, I'll be here too. Maybe we can go out and do something fun together. Since I have my car, we could head out to the lake—oh, shoot!"

She suddenly blushed, and I had no idea why. But I was just as mystified why she would be stuck hanging out with me.

"Won't you be going out on dates or something?" I asked.

She shook her head, still blushing.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She blew out a big breath. "I bought a bikini," she said, shaking her head. "It's awfully revealing, but I figured I could wear it in Cancun, where nobody knows me. No way can I wear something like that here."

"I don't see why it's a problem," I said with a shrug. "Lots of girls wear bikinis to the lake."

She let out a prolonged sigh. "Oh, Gary, I know you don't notice, but I've got really big boobs. The bikini I bought is pretty small. The last time I even wore a bikini guys were drooling all over me, and that was years ago. I guess I can try to buy another swimsuit."

My head was spinning at that. She had really never noticed me looking at her tits? Inconceivable! Of course, that made me think of the line from the movie The Princess Bride and then I was smiling and shaking my head. Naturally, my sister looked at me and got the wrong idea.

"What? You don't think I have big boobs?" she asked. She sounded a little indignant.

I didn't know what to say, so I just spread my hands in front of me defensively and shook my head.

"Fine," she huffed. "I'll put it on, and then maybe you'll see what I mean."

I knew she would look incredible in a bikini. I also knew there would be no possible way to hide my arousal if I saw her in it.

"No, that's okay," I blurted, jumping up from the bed and reaching for her arm. "I believe you. I'm sure the guys around here will drool around you no matter what you wear, Melanie. You're gorgeous and you always look amazing—" I realized I had gone too far once again and snapped my mouth shut. I could see my reflection and knew I was blushing a deep crimson. I looked down at my feet, but that just meant I could see my sister's long, sexy legs right in front of me.

"You're so sweet," she whispered. Then she hugged me and leaned up to kiss me again.

I was horrified, knowing my hard dick was dangerously close to poking her in the belly. I quickly pulled my hips back, but that meant I kissed her a little more forcefully than I had intended. She looked into my eyes and blinked, but we kissed for a few seconds.

"Thanks," I said.

"That was nice," she replied.

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I barely saw Melanie over the next two days. She was busy with work and school, and I had a couple of projects for my AP classes that I wanted to knock out before the break so I could just relax and enjoy the time off.