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"Do you, Mike?" My sister asked again, her hand coming up to the strap of her pink bra, slowly moving it down off her slender shoulder. "Do you find me attractive?"

"You're more than attractive, Rachel," I assured her, letting her see my gaze as it drifted down her body, tracing over her young form, admiring her sexy curves. "You're beautiful," I told her softly, looking into her eyes with a pleased grin.

Rachel blushed, a pleased drunken smile crossing her face as her hand continued to lower the bra strap, her hands reaching back behind her to unhook her bra. "Am I sexy, Mike?"

"I..."

"Yes, I know I have a lot of work to do," My mother's voice snapped from the hallway as she opened the door to the apartment. "I'll... I'll stay late tomorrow. I promise. My family needs me now," she assured her supervisor, obviously still on the phone with work.

I jumped at the sound of her voice, shooting Rachel a worried glance, to which she just flashed me a teasing smile and let her hands drop away from her bra. I felt a rush of mixed emotions, a relief that she wasn't going to strip off any more of her clothes, saving me from a troublesome temptation, and a surging disappointment at how close I was to seeing more of my sister's delectable body.

Turning, I hurried out of Rachel's room, swinging the door shut behind me just as Mom hung up her phone. "Where's Rachel?" She asked, glancing at the closed door.

"She's... she's changing out of her school uniform." I said, thinking about how I wasn't really lying to our mother. She hadn't had much of her uniform on other than her socks and shoes when I left the room.

"That sounds like a smashing idea," Mom assured me, moving off towards her bedroom. "I'm going to change into my pajamas, Mike. Why don't you do the same? And find us a movie to watch?" She asked with an eager laugh as she disappeared into her room.

I quickly changed out of my clothes, noticing how the scent of my 'Axe' lingered on me, still clinging to my bare chest as I threw on an old t-shirt and some athletic shorts. Not really my pajamas but more acceptable, and safer, than sitting on the couch in my underwear. I was sitting on the couch, the duvet over my lap, scrolling through the movie selection when Mom joined me.

"See anything you like?" She asked me as she moved to sit beside me.

Yes, I do, I thought to myself as I glanced over at her. Like me she hadn't changed into her actual pajamas, choosing to wear a tank top and a pair of loose cotton shorts. Her time at the gym was paying off, I thought to myself as I found my eyes running up her exposed legs, watching how the loose cottons shorts pulled tight over her shapely rear as she sat down.

"There's a couple I haven't seen in years," I told her, pulling my attention back to the TV as my Mom snuggled up close to me. Feeling her warm soft body pressing against mine pulled my attention away from the movie selection again, my finger absently scrolling through the movies as I focused on the pleasing sensation of my mother's full breast pressing insistently against my arm.

"Oooh, let's watch that," Mom exclaims suddenly, jarring me out of my reverie, forcing my attention back to the TV. I press play, not even realizing what movie Mom has just selected. As the credits begin to roll, Mom pulls the duvet up over us, snuggling down under the blanket, cuddling closer to me. "Do you think Rachel will be joining us?" Mom asks as the credits end, the first few scenes of the movie revealing that she's picked some sort of romance movie.

"I don't know," I say, mentally rolling my eyes at her movie selection, hoping that at least there might be a few steamy scenes to keep my interest up. "Do you want me to go check on her?"