They don't show Kenny

"Becka!" My wife appears shocked by my sister's suggestion.

"What? You're going to deprive the poor boy of a show?" Becka acts shocked and offended.

"You want him to see tits so bad, show him yours." Meg suggests.

"Fine." Becka doesn't take much convincing as she quickly strips off her shirt, and unhooks and shrugs off her bra. Kenny looks stunned, and he should be my sister's rack is impressive. I'm awestruck seeing her like this.

Kenny somehow manages to speak, "Can I touch them?" That does sound like a good idea.

Without much hesitation Becka says, "Sure."

Kenny nearly falls as he stumbles his way in excitement over to my sister, hands raises in front of him in anticipation of his prize. He gets up to Becka and wastes no time in mauling her firm orbs. They appear to be more than a handful for him. I strangely find myself jealous of Kenny, and wonder what my sister's breasts would feel like in my hands. I wonder what her nipples would feel like in my mouth. Kenny apparently has the same thought, because he begins to lean in bringing his half open mouth towards one of her breasts.

"OK, OK that's enough.." Becka backs away from Kenny. Kenny face goes from overjoyed horn dog to sad puppy in a fraction of a second, but as Becka continues her thought he brightens up a little, "..for now."

"You heard the woman." I shoo Kenny out of the kitchen.