Just hugging

Karen dragged him down to his bed, climbed in next to him and held him tight.

Her still-naked breasts felt great against his chest and her cute face was only inches from him.

A part of him screamed to kiss her but... this was his sister. Instead he tilted up his head and kissed her on the forehead.

"We're in this together," he promised her. "No matter what, no matter who is messing with you, I've got your back. "Now, admittedly, if you tell me to beat up Freddy, I'm likely to be the one getting beat but I'll try."

"You know," she said, "for a pervert asshole, sometimes you're really sweet." She paused and pulled back a couple of inches. "Do you really think I have nice breasts? I mean, you're right, they're just B cups. You spend all day looking at Ms. Chadra's and Ophelia's and even Natasha and Tanya's. Both of mine put together wouldn't add up to one of theirs. And this whole damned Hill is full of women with fake tits. It's like mine are miniatures in comparison."

He resisted the urge to give one of them a honk.

"Let me look more carefully." He stared for about five seconds... at which point his sister hit him. "Ohmigod, I so completely asked for that. And you are such a jerk. Now give me a hug and tell me I'm the best sister in the world."

"You are the best sister in the world," he assured her.

"Good. Now I'm going to bed so you can jerk off or whatever you need to do."

"Can I get a quick photo of those tits first."

"Sure, Matt... ha-ha, just kidding. Like I know you were."

Was he? Well, he didn't have to say.