Little Sister's Amazing Underboob

e trail grew steeper still, and my desire to kiss Tanya certainly helped keep me moving. This isn’t to say that I moved uphill without resting and encouraged Tanya to do the same. We both stopped to rest a few times and took a swig of water from our canteens. By the time we saw the three mile marker, we were both dripping with sweat and a little bit out of breath. In shape or not, this was a strenuous trail, and we weren’t taking it easy. I stepped closer to Tanya, wanting to claim my kiss, but she held a hand up to keep me away, saying, “Wipe your face off; I don’t want you dripping sweat on me.” As I toweled my face off with my shirt, I responded, “What about you? You’re sweating as much as I am.”

“Well, you seem to think it’s sexy, or at least not gross.” I actually did think it was sexy. The beads of sweat on Tanya’s face were cute, and the ones dripping from her big boobs made me ache with desire for my sister. On top of that, her shirt was clinging to her chest, and I could see more underboob than I had even when Tanya lifted her arms over her head. I almost jumped to Tanya when she motioned that I could approach for the promised kiss. Mindful of Tanya’s stipulation that I couldn’t touch her chest while kissing her, I put one hand on the small of her back and the other behind her neck as I slowly dipped her body and moved my face closer to hers. Despite the thought I had a mile back when Tanya had agreed to let me kiss her, I was approaching this kiss very gingerly. I didn’t do anything to try for a long, drawn out kiss, either. Actually, as our faces got closer and closer, I just barely touched my lips to Tanya’s and then pulled back to look at my sister.