Sam in the kitchen

When I rounded the corner I understood why my cop costume was gone.

Sam was a slender girl, her breasts smaller then mine, still seemed perky in the black onepiece as the front zipper was pulled down just past her chest revealing her small cleavage. Her ass, like mine was firm and tight but still a bubble butt, and since she was taller then I, the costume didnt fit and her ass cheeks stuck out as she stood in the kitchen making sandwiches for dad and Greg.

I felt my legs quiver and my heart started pounding. I stood frozen on the stairwell, looking at Sam.

My father looked up and noticed from the coffee table.

"Hey Annie, how do you feel today? Your mother left for Canada with your grandma, to see family. I suggested you and Sam stay home."

"Why don't you help your sister make us lunch?" Greg said, smiling.

With my eyes full of hate, I nodded wordlessly and walked over to the kitchen and my older sister.