Zoe Revisited.

In a world of porn stars, Zoe caught the booby prize. Literally. Scarcely over five feet tall, she'd never looked all that spectacular, but had a sort of 'Short Chic' that easily passed for cute. That hadn't changed. Previously, the less charitable would have said she was a little soft and pudgy, and John would have had to admit she could have used some time in the gym. From the look of it, the new Zoe had spent that time. There wasn't an ounce of visible fat on her body, except where it counted: The H-cup titties proudly jutting from her undersized chest and currently overflowing his hands.

She still wore her glasses, but in a smaller, more elegant frame, and her face was still pale except for black lipstick and eyeshadow. Her hair rested on her shoulders, a sparkling, midnight black sheet reminiscent of Vampirella or Betty Page.

She wore close to nothing, just scraps of black ruffles and lace, but what little there was might as well have stayed home. What wasn't translucent was a about as dense as a spiderweb. If you exaggerated, you could say she wore shorts, but black panties was closer to reality. Black, shimmering hose darkened her model legs. How she managed to have such long legs still be short was completely beyond John, but the result looked fucking hot.

"Holy crap, Zoe!" John stared stupidly, not letting go of his sister's rack.

"Jeeze, John. Pay attention for once will you?" Her nipples stiffened into his palms, and she leaned into his grasp, sighing softly. "Mmmm. John, I'm your--ooooh--sister.... Yesssss. Keep doing that."

He hadn't been aware he'd been doing anything, but apparently his porno body came with a low level autopilot and knew a trick or two. And Zoe really, really liked tricks.