Sometimes, people do things they never thought they were capable of. For instance, once in a while, you’d come across stories of people taking up alternative lifestyles or having sex with the same gender at later stages of their lives. Something of this sort happened to me, too.

During the early years of my life, I never gave any serious thought to my appearance or my body. I was more interested in creativity. In school, I was into sports, especially lawn tennis, and without sounding arrogant, I was pretty good at it.

In my teens, I landed a job at one of the biggest radio stations, which was like a dream come true. The work there was not only exciting but also fulfilling. But I was so ambitious that instead of being satisfied with that, I also took up photography with the same passion.

With so much happening in my life, I hardly had any time to flirt, go out with boys, or even think about them. This doesn’t mean I didn’t notice boys and men trying to flirt with me, which did make me feel good about myself. By my late teens, I had a clear career goal, and this gave me time to notice other things in life. One was my younger brother’s not-so-secret affair with a girl.

When he was 18 or so, James started going out with Anne who was good-looking in her own way but since my brother is really handsome — he used to be a model — she wasn’t the perfect match. During their affair, they used to write letters to each other and I used to secretly read them. James’s letters weren’t that explicit, which was surprising, but Anne’s were, very much.

She used to describe everything in detail: how he kissed her, how he held her, how her nipples became hard when he touched her breasts, how much she enjoyed touching his cock, and what she felt when he forced her to suck his balls. Initially, I used to get embarrassed but slowly started enjoying them. Of course, he didn’t know that I was reading them.

As I read more, and as the details grew more explicit, I, too, started to feel an urge all over my body. By that time, I knew I had a beautiful face, with big dark eyes and full red lips, complemented by a pretty big pair of breasts and well-developed thighs.

By the time I turned 18, I had not only learned that James loved feeling and sucking Anne’s breasts but also the positions he enjoyed (her riding him was his favorite). After reading the details of their love-making sessions, I started to look at him differently.

Sometimes I would give him an I-know-what-you-have-been-up-to look, sometime I would laugh on seeing him and sometimes my eyes would wander off to his cock hiding under jeans. All this left him pretty confused. During that time I was pretty close to a cousin of mine who was older than me and experienced in these matters.

Initially, I wanted to tell her about James’s affair but then changed my mind and decided that it would be only my secret. But my cousin did talk about her experiences and she was the one who told me how things happen, what are the sensitive points and what guys enjoy the most.

She told me everything in such a way that sex began to sound exciting and beautiful. It was then I realized that I had a sensual body, a gift that was waiting to be opened, to be explored and experienced. But fate had something else stored for me.

Although I was making a name for myself in the cut-throat world of radio programming, I fell in love with the wrong man at nineteen and married him within a week of meeting him. On our first night, I was expecting long sensual kisses, tight passionate hugs and to slowly make love, but it turned out to be anything but that.

All Harry did was take my clothes off, spread my legs, and shove his thing in as hard as he could, and within seconds he came and rolled off me as I lay there. To say that I was disgusted is putting it mildly but then I thought maybe things would improve, but he never tried to learn or improve.

Then I got pregnant and gave birth to Dan and with that our love life, or whatever it was, became more infrequent and boring.

To somehow keep myself sane, I started spending hours chatting online with James and old friends. I knew chatting with them was not going to help, especially when I was in no mood to share my misery with any of them, but it was just an attempt to keep my thoughts occupied. During these chat sessions, James and a couple of my friends did guess that I was unhappy but since I refused to admit or reveal anything they decided not to mention it and tried to cheer me up by telling all kinds of stories and incidents.

My brother, with whom I was always close and whose intimate letters I had read years ago, took the lead and started telling me funny stories from his school and college days and some of them really cracked me up. Then we moved on to more personal stories, after all, there is a limit to school and college talk, and we started discussing his numerous crushes and flirting.

Slowly he started to open up, which I think he did just to keep my mind wandering off to my pathetic life, and we started talking about girls and boys and his then-girlfriend and now wife.

One day while chatting I told him I had again started going to the gym.

“You’ve always had a good body.”

I smiled and thanked him for the compliment.

We continued talking about other things and a couple of days later he said I was looking beautiful, which caught me off guard because he had never complimented on my clothes.

I replied that I wasn’t wearing anything special: Just a white T-shirt (although it was a bit tight, so was revealing the roundness of my big breasts).

“Well, you’re looking lovely.”

I didn’t attach any other meaning to his remark and continued talking to him. That day later in the night he text messaged me and asked whether I could come online and since Harry and Dan were sleeping, I replied yes and sat down to chat with him.

As soon as I sat down in front of the webcam, he asked me to put on that T-shirt again.

“Why?” I said, surprised at his request.

“Because you look more beautiful in that than in this nightgown.”

I wasn’t in the mood to change but he insisted so much that I finally relented and went back to the bedroom and changed into that T-shirt and shorts.

As soon as he saw me, he smiled and thanked me.

We started chatting and I asked him why wasn’t he with his wife Anne instead of chatting with me.

“You’re a much better company, Candice.”

“I’ll tell her that tomorrow,” I replied, jokingly.

We continued talking about this and that when suddenly in the middle of the conversation he asked me to stand up.

“Why?”

“Because I haven’t seen you for a while and want to see how much weight you’ve gained.”

I wasn’t in a mood to obey that request, so told him to shut up and keep chatting, at which he made a face and started talking again but kept asking me to stand up -- a request I ignored.

Some days later we were again talking and he asked me how the gym was going.

“I’m going every day, but my body’s still not that toned up.”

“You’re much more beautiful than most women, especially Anne.”

“She’s beautiful.”

“She looks lovely because she does all sorts of things, which is why she looks good.”

I asked him what kind of things.

“You know, lots of make-up, all sorts of therapies, exercises, padding, etc.”

Now, I never thought she padded her bra or that my brother would ever say that, and I should have ended the conversation there but was intrigued, so said: “No, she’s all natural; I don’t think she pads.”

“She does, always has.”

“She should be proud of what she has and you should tell her that she looks lovely without so much make-up or padding,” I added.

“I want to say something, but don’t get angry?”

“OK, tell me.”

“I like them big, like yours.”

“Shut up,” I said, smiling at my younger brother’s confession.

We continued talking about our lives and then the conversation turned to family and cousins and without thinking I blurted out that our cousin used to give me tips on how things are done and as soon as he heard this he got interested.

He started asking me all the details.

“Well, she was experienced, so she used to tell me a lot.”

“Yes, she’s one heck of a girl. She once took off her top and asked me to touch her.”

“No, she didn’t,” I reacted in surprise.

“Yes, she did.”

“What did you do?” I asked.

“What do you think?”

His frankness got me interested, so asked him if he had seen anybody else in the family.

“I won’t tell you, Candice.”

This made me more curious, so began pleading with him.

“OK, I’ll tell you but only if you stand up and let me see how toned you are.”

In all honesty, I didn’t want to give him a full view but curiosity got the better of me, so stood up in front of the webcam and let him see my T-shirt and shorts. Not satisfied with that he asked me to turn around, so turned and twisted for a couple of minutes and then came back and sat down while he continued praising how good I was looking and that gym was working perfectly for me.

While he was busy praising me, I pleaded with him again to tell me who he saw.

In reply, he just typed a single word. When I saw that word on the screen I was rather taken aback because Mom always dressed conservatively and kept her big breasts always hidden.

So when he said he saw hers, I was really surprised. I asked him how he saw them but he quickly changed the topic and didn’t tell me even though I asked him several times.

The next night he messaged me again and within seconds I was online.

This time I wanted to keep the chat decent but he was in a different mood. He started telling me that some days back he had gone shopping with Anne and saw a beautiful low-cut halter top and wanted to buy it but didn’t because it wouldn’t have looked good on her.

“Why not?”

“She doesn’t have the figure for it.”

“You should’ve bought it; maybe it would have looked good,” I said.

“It was a lovely top but I know it won’t look good on her,” he remarked.

“OK, if it’s so lovely buy it, I’ll wear it,” I commented.

“I’ll buy it if you’ll wear it,” he said.

“I will,” I added.

He then started talking about Anne, that she was too dominating and that he wasn’t really happy with her.

“My life’s more or less like yours. He hardly ever shows any affection or understands my feelings,” I said.

“Doesn’t he love you, Candice?”

“Yes, he does and he’s a nice man, but he’s not affectionate and there’s no emotional attachment.”

“What do you mean? Do you guys still do it or not?”

“I’ve never done it; he does whenever he wants,” I confessed.

As soon as I said it I regretted it because James immediately got sad.

“Has it been this way from the start?” he asked after keeping quiet for a few minutes.

“Right from day one but now I’m used to it. Besides, I’ve tried everything and it hasn’t made any difference.”

James was now both sad and angry, which made me feel sorry, so to lighten up the mood I said: “Tell me how you saw Mom’s?”

“She was changing her clothes and I accidentally saw them from the window,” he replied as his cheek turned pink.

“Well, accidentally or not, I’m sure she made your day,” I added, bringing a smile to his face.

As it was getting late he said he would talk to me soon and tomorrow he would go buy that top for me but have to promise him that I’d wear that top only and nothing else inside it.

“Yeah, I won’t wear anything under it,” I promised although I didn’t know whether he was being serious or joking.

The next day he messaged me that he wouldn’t be able to come online as he was stuck at work and since I had stopped chatting with others I also didn’t go online.

I was helping Dan with his homework in the afternoon when a UPS guy delivered a package that had the most exquisite halter top I had ever worn - its fabric, the work, the light pink color - everything about it was simply beautiful. I quickly took off my T-shirt and wore it over a black bra. Since it had a low cut, it was giving my breasts a sensual look, especially the way it was exposing my cleavage.

As soon as I wore it, I called him and thanked him for the beautiful gift. He said he was happy because it had made me happy and would see it tonight. I didn’t take it off until it was time for Harry to arrive. As hours went by I grew impatient for him to come online and finally at night he messaged me. I ran to the bathroom and quickly wore that top and a scarf over it to hide the cleavage.

“What’s that?” he asked when he saw me.

“The top you bought for me.”

“What’s over it?”

“A scarf because the top has a deep neck.”

“I’d bought it because it would look good on you and now you’re spoiling it by wearing a scarf.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You had promised that you wouldn’t wear anything else, Candice.”

Seeing the trouble he had gone through and the face he was making, I relented and hiding from his view, took off the scarf and came back in front of the webcam in just the top. Now his face lit up and a big smile crossed his face. I knew that not only my cleavage was visible but also a good part of my breasts.

Just as I sat down he asked me to adjust the cam because he wanted to see the top, so I changed its angle and now all he was seeing was half of my breasts fully exposed on the cam.

I know I shouldn’t have agreed to expose my boobs to him like that but have been dying for attention for years and his excitement left no room for any decency or morality. I saw him admiring my breasts and the blue veins running under the soft skin and I don’t know what came over me but suddenly I arched my back making my voluptuous breasts pop out more from the top.

“I wish Anne was like you,” he blurted out taking a deep breath.

“Why, what would you’ve done if she were like me?” I enquired as my lips curled into a smile.

“Everything.”

As I was getting more and more into the mood, I asked him what he liked best about me.

“Do you mean physically?”

“Yes.”

“Guess.”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” I said.

“I like everything about you, especially your eyes and...” he replied, slowly moving his eyes over my near-naked breasts.

“And what?”

“You know...”

“Yes, I like my eyes too, but I don’t think my - you know what - are that good.”

“Are you crazy? They’re great,” he said, looking surprised at my response.

“What’s great about them? Be specific.”

“They’re big, they’re round and you probably have the best cleavage I’ve ever seen.”

“OK,” I replied acting as if whatever he had just said was normal.

“No, don’t say OK, they’re great and any guy would be proud of them.”

“Harry isn’t and I don’t think you are.”

“Your husband’s stupid, but I’m really proud of them, believe me, Candice.”

“Thank you. By the way, I’m proud of what you have.”

“What do you mean?” he asked clearly confused by my statement.

“I read the letters you and Anne wrote to each other and let me just say that big size runs in our family.”

Hearing that, he froze for a minute or so and then burst out laughing.

“Did you read everything?”

“Yes, every detail.”

“You shouldn’t have read them, they were personal and too intimate and all that.”

I started to laugh and thought to myself that here I was sitting with my breasts exposed to my own brother and he was complaining about his intimate letters. But he was getting angry, so stopped laughing and instead apologized for reading them, but he wasn’t interested, so apologized again but he was having none of it - and it went on for a couple of minutes.

After much pleading, he calmed down a bit and said as a punishment I would have to wear the same clothes I was wearing right now on Friday.

“Why? Are you coming on Friday?”

“Don’t ask questions. Just do what I’m telling and, no, I’m not coming.”

I knew Harry wouldn’t be home on Friday but Dan would be and I wasn’t comfortable walking around the house in front of him with my breasts exposed and what if somebody dropped in? But he was adamant that I needed to be punished for my indiscretion, so after arguing with him for around 10 minutes I relented and agreed to his demand.

Satisfied that he had got his way, he asked me to arch my back again and as I had no energy left to fight with him, I arched it, pushing and exposing my breasts more in the process, and allowed his eyes to feast on them.

Convinced that he had had a good look at them, he asked me to stand up and then he saw me from up and down, starting from my face, down to my neck, shoulder, cleavage, my stomach, and then my thighs and legs. I knew just like other men he would now go and masturbate and just to make it easy for him, I turned around and allowed him to have a good look at my ass, too. After making sure that he had seen whatever he wanted to see, I said goodbye and went to change my clothes and back to bed.

On Friday morning the first thought that came into my mind was that I had to wear the dress he had asked me and that made me nervous because not only my 18-year-old son was at home but also there was a possibility of somebody dropping in and seeing me dressed like that.

After making breakfast for Harry and seeing him to the office, I went back to bed and lay there for 20 minutes thinking nothing else but whether I should obey my brother’s order or not.

When even 20 minutes of racking my brain didn’t work, I went to take a shower and as soon as I came out of the bathroom I took out the same skirt, the same top, and wore them. Although I wanted to wear that scarf over my top but then that would mean disobeying and cheating him so decided to dump the scarf and went out of my room with my near-naked breasts clearly visible.

When my son came out of his room, it took him a good few minutes to take in the sight of his own mom standing in front of him in clothes that were exposing her curvaceous body.

“Mom, what are you wearing?” he asked, slowly coming near me.

“Nothing,” I replied, winking at him.

Dan didn’t even blink at my answer and continued to stare at my well-rounded breasts.

To distract him and also to hide my nervousness, I started preparing his breakfast but nothing seemed to help, it was as if his eyes were fixated on my body.

Even during breakfast, he was more interested in my cleavage, the roundness of my breasts, and the nipples struggling to hide under my blue bra than in omelets.

“It’s OK to look at a woman because we don’t mind when somebody looks at us but don’t stare because that’s not nice,” I told him after taking his hand in my hand and making him sit on the couch.

On hearing this Dan lowered his eyes and began looking at the floor, so I gently moved my hands to his face and brought his head up.

“Women don’t mind when somebody looks at them, so don’t lower your eyes and look up.”

He slowly brought his eyes up and began looking at me.

As he was sitting on the couch and I had bent my body forward to put my hands on his shoulders, my breasts were now inches away from his face and I was aware that I was providing him an excellent view of my breasts, with just my nipples hiding from his gaze.

After letting him have a good look, I went back to household chores and he too accepted the near-nakedness of my body.

By late afternoon, I was not only feeling more comfortable but was also a little aroused by my new look, and Dan, apart from stealing glances at my thighs and breasts, had finally stopped staring.

Both of us were sitting in the living room watching TV when the doorbell rang and from the voices I heard when Dan went to open the door I knew that the unannounced guests were my parents. As soon as I realized that, I ran to get my scarf but changed my mind halfway and decided to face them with my chest out, literally.

The second Mom saw me standing in the middle of the room revealing the soft and smooth skin of my thighs in a skirt that was exposing more than hiding and a top that was not only clearly displaying two pairs of well-developed breasts but also the shape of the nipples, she just froze and stared at me in disbelief. Dad, on the other hand, didn’t even give a second glance and got busy with TV.

Meanwhile, Dan tried his best to get Granny’s attention, but her mind was busy trying to digest the near-nakedness of my body. Finally, she gathered enough strength and asked why I was dressed like that, but instead of answering her I went to the couch and curled up next to Dad. I knew she was going to raise the issue again but Dan’s pestering kept her so busy that she didn’t get a chance and was forced to move on to other subjects.

She told me that my brother had called them and had asked them to visit me today because I wasn’t feeling well. On hearing this I somehow managed to keep a serious face but my mind was working overtime to try and understand why he would ask them to see me on a day he knew I would be dressed inappropriately.

Was it to check on me or there was some other motive? And suddenly it dawned on me that he wanted to test me on how I would behave in front of my own dad and mom. The minute I realized that I knew I couldn’t let him down. Although it wasn’t easy and required a lot of tact and subtlety, but got down to working my charm on my dad, while at the same time not letting Mom guess my intention. I took advantage of every opportunity to show as much skin as possible to my father.

I went and sat right in front of Dad with my skirt riding up to my black panties. At first, he tried to avoid looking at the near-nakedness of his daughter but the display started to become more risqué, and slowly he crumbled. The sight of him sitting a foot away and looking at my exposed thighs and tushy sent a shot of adrenaline running through my whole body and I decided to take it a step further.

I found all kinds of excuses, such as pouring coffee in his cup or bending down to pick something up from the carpet, to offer him a clear and close look at my cleavage, the roundness of my breasts, the blue veins disappearing into the top and the nipples struggling to remain hidden under the sheer fabric.

To make sure that he got a good look at all my assets in all their glory, I did everything slowly and sensually. While pouring coffee into his cup, my nearly-naked breasts were inches away from his face and while I slowly filled his cup with coffee and milk his eyes feasted on my ripe cups.

Although both of them kept talking as naturally as possible, within two hours they had seen more of my body than they could have ever imagined and I knew that as soon as Dad got home he would either make my mom happy or his hands tired. They left before my husband came back from the office and I changed my clothes to more appropriate ones.

After changing, I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and felt really happy that I had not only done what my brother had asked me to do but had also taken up the challenge he had thrown at me. I was beginning to see him in a different light, but more importantly, I was starting to see myself in a different light.

Later in the night, he came online and I was waiting for him wearing that top and the skirt. He looked at my face and my smile told him everything.

The first question he asked was how did Dad take it?

“He’d have made Mom happy tonight,” I calmly replied.

Without showing any reaction, he asked me what Dad liked best.

“The same thing you like.”

“The old bastard already enjoys Mom’s big pair and now he wants yours, too.”

“Well, having one more pair to enjoy won’t hurt him,” I said smiling.

My brother nodded in agreement and asked me how the day started.

“I was nervous in the morning and when Dan saw me dressed like that, it made me more nervous.”

“What did he say?”

“He didn’t say anything, but was surprised to see me like that but he was OK later.”

“Did Harry see you?”

“No, I changed into other clothes before he came home.”

“Stand up. Lemme see.”

So, I just stood there in front of him, with my big breasts on display, my stomach completely exposed and the skirt revealing my naked thighs. I stood there like that for a couple of minutes, while he enjoyed the view.

“What was Mom’s reaction?”

“She wasn’t happy.”

“I want you to do something.”

“What?”

“Bring a glass of water.”

“Why?”

“Just bring it.”

So I got up and brought a glass of water.

“Now take the glass and pour the water on your top.”

“What?” I asked surprised at his order.

“Yes, do it.”

To be honest, I found the idea odd but began pouring it just where the cleavage started and soon the whole front part of the top became wet and transparent.

“Now put your hands on your hips and arch your back and remain like that for some minutes.”

Without saying a word or feeling even a little bit ashamed, I obeyed him and stood there in front of him with my shoulders, neck, breasts, nipples, and stomach for him to enjoy. He fixed his eyes on my wet body and I saw his right hand move up and down and understood what he was doing but didn’t say anything and silently watched as he masturbated watching his semi-nude sister. After satisfying himself, he went to bed and I went to change.

The next morning after Harry and Dan left for office and school, I took out an old black T-shirt and a green sarong that I had last worn years ago. Then taking a scissor, gave the T-shirt a deep neckline.

After taking a shower I came out wearing a dark red bra, that black T-shirt, whose neckline was now so deep that not only a good amount of my breasts was clearly visible but even my stomach, and the mini sarong, which was hiding just my bottoms and red panties.

I had a good look at myself in the mirror and then went and lay down on the carpet in the living room. Later in the afternoon my son came back from school and froze when he saw me dressed like that and came back to reality only when I told him that lunch was ready.

Dan sheepishly lowered his gaze and went to the kitchen to have his food. While he was busy with his lunch, I thought why not take some photos and show them to my brother when he comes online? So, took out the camera and started clicking my son, which was just a ruse to get him interested in taking my photos. After snapping him from five or six different angles, I finally convinced him to take mine.

I wanted the photos to make my brother feel ‘good’, so sat down on the couch in a very prim and proper way, only my boobs were exposed due to the plunging neckline. For the next shot, I went and lay down on the carpet on my stomach and placed both palms under my chin, giving not only a good view of my cleavage but also of my ass and legs.

For the third photograph, I decided to lay down on the carpet in a reclining position, with my palms outstretched behind me, and as the sarong was revealing my left leg right up to my panty line, I brought the leg up a little to completely expose my thigh and my left ass cheek.

When Dan saw me posing like that, with my chest out and my thigh and tushy stretched out naked on the carpet, he just stood there confused until I told him to stop wasting time.

After making sure that half of my breasts and all of my left thighs and ass were clearly and beautifully captured by my son, I asked him to take a close-up of me, with just my face and boobs in the frame.

During one of the web chats, my brother had enjoyed the sight of my bare shoulders, so for the last shot, I went to my room, took off my T-shirt and the sarong, and came out to the living room with just a towel around my body.

I went and lay down on my side on the couch and asked him to take a photograph of me in that pose and since by now he was pretty comfortable with my nudity, he did not look shocked when he saw that I was lying on the couch with my neck, shoulders, arms, thighs all bare naked or that my towel was struggling to hide my nipples.

Just to make sure that this one came right, he took two or three photos of me in that pose.

Once satisfied with the result, I said “Let’s take one of us together”, so Dan came and lay down behind me on the couch, placing his face on my cheek and his eyes barely inches away from my breasts, and I took his left hand and placed it on my boobs, with his palm touching my naked cleavage, and his legs rubbing against my bare thighs and his groin pushing against the towel covering my tushy.

I wanted us to remain in that position forever but it was getting late so we wrapped up the photo session and returned to the chores.

I was looking forward to showing James all the photos, apart from the one where I was with Dan, but later he text messaged me to tell me that tonight he wouldn’t be able to come as he had some work. I felt sad and angry at him but there was nothing I could do about it. The next afternoon I was feeling lonely and missing my brother but he was busy in the office, so rang my parents to talk to them.