Focused on something else

Sam didn't answer. He just noticed Cat's deep V neckline gave him a direct view into her cleavage as long as she maintained her position, and couldn't look away. For such an unshakably convinced catholic, she wasn't one to hide her forms. Sure, he already knew her breasts were epic size, but it was the first time he wondered how much he would enjoy touching them. He could reach them right now with his hands, if he wanted to, nothing stood in his way aside from the little cross hanging from her neck and resting right between them, against her unprotected flesh. A thousand questions flashed in his head. Was he turning into a pervert fantasying about his big sis? Did she already give anybody a titjob? How dark were her nipples? {if Angered Cat == 1}Was it him or was she even sexier when she was angry at him?{endif} Was she as wild in bed as he just imagined?

Even though his sister didn't notice what his eyes were pointing at, the silence was growing uncomfortable...