 
Birthday Babysitting - A Present For Sis
by Lubrican

Chapter 1

Bob Richards was a normal, or at least typical, teenager in many ways. At seventeen he loved playing X Box, and was pretty good at it. He could play three sports with relative skill. He did so-so in school, and could have done much better if he'd really tried. He had over thirty sexual fantasies per day. He dreamed about owning a car, but couldn't afford one. He worked to make a little spending money, but not enough to put on a resume. And, he had a sister, though I suppose that's not something that you could call being average. Still, it's important, because he was average in another way. He paid no attention whatsoever to when her birthday was.

It was made easier for him (to forget, that is) because she had married her High School sweetheart two months after graduation and moved out, at which time he got her room, which, of course, was bigger than his had been. He had settled into it with happiness and, to tell the truth, didn't miss her all that much.

That sounds cruel, but it wasn't really. It was more of a survival kind of instinct, which the average guy has inside him, whether he knows it or not.

That had been eleven months ago, and he was also average in-so-far as his attitude about things had changed since then. Life seemed complicated to him, which was also normal. Especially when you have a sister.

For those of you men out there who have a sister, you are quite aware that there are several phases that brothers go through as they grow up.

First, you compete with her for resources in the family. Maybe that's not a phase, exactly, since it lasts the whole time you both live in the same house.

Later too, once in a while, but that's a different phase. Then there's the phase where she's a pain in the ass, whether she's younger, or older. Doesn't matter. She either wants to tag along (younger) or lord it over you (older). In either case, she's a pain in the ass. Then there comes a time when you notice her as a female, as opposed to just a sister. She grows breasts and all the other things you become acutely aware of that make a woman a woman, and, more than likely, she's the one you're most likely to be able to get a peek at when she's naked.

It's not exactly that you think of her as your sexy sister. No, rather it's that she's sexy... and happens to be your sister. So there is some male interest there, though you'd never admit it to anyone. After all... she IS your sister, and brothers just aren't supposed to think that way about their sisters.

Then she starts to show interest in boys, and eventually she goes out with them. You, of course, get to see her get ready for these dates. That secret knowledge can be invigorating... and excruciating, not to mention dangerous.

Say, for instance, that she's getting ready for a date and everything is going well. Her hair is working, and she has the right outfit, and her makeup is going on just the way she wants it to. You, as her brother, may be ignored to the point that you can actually stand in the room with her, as she sits in her bra and panties or, if you're extremely lucky, just her panties, and have a conversation with her while you stare at her good parts. Exhilarating! She's looking her best, which you'll remember for later, just in case you need to ease the pressure in the old tube snake.

On the other hand, if things AREN'T going well as she gets ready, you'd probably be better off being thrown in the lion cage at the zoo at feeding time... when they're out of food. You don't even have to be in the room to feel her rage at times like that, and she looks for any excuse to vent her anger. And, since she can't vent at the parental units... guess who's left?

Anyway, whatever happens, you're there when she comes back home. Again, it can be euphoria, or disaster, depending on what happened on her date. If you're like most brothers, the single thing you want to do most is be in a secret place where you can see her undress. This is because you want to see if her bra is still on. You can always hope for the pinnacle of peeping pleasure... where she drops her skirt, or jeans or whatever, and is no longer wearing panties.

That's good for the next hundred jerk off sessions.

Well... depending on who she went out with. If it was a guy you like, or respect, then her coming home sans panties is just fine. On the other hand, if the guy's a jerk, a bare bush brings the blood to a boil.

Not that there's anything you can do about it. She won't listen to her brother's advice on who not to date. That would be common sense, and we all know how much common sense women have when it comes to picking a guy.

Which brings us back to Bob Richards. He had done all the normal things guys do as Lori, who was older, grew up and dated and all that. It was complicated by the fact that she was a cheerleader, and therefore sought after by many a horny guy. Bob's life was made a little easier by virtue of the fact that she seemed to have reasonably good common sense most of the time. He based that on the three times he actually got into position to see her undress after a date. Two of those times she was wearing her bra when her top came off. All three times she had on her panties and she didn't treat them like they were evidence of something she didn't want their mother to find in the hamper.

Then Randy Metzger set his sights on her, and everything went to shit. Randy was one of those guys who tries to get in every girl's panties, whether he likes her or not. He had actually been heard to say "Put a flag over the ugly bitch's face and fuck her for patriotism's sake." Bob knew the guy was lower than whale shit, and he even mentioned that, casually, while Lori primped for their first date.

"You know Metzger is a turd," he'd said helpfully.

"Takes one to know one," Lori had responded.

"Come on Lor," he'd said seriously. "I mean it. That guy is a snake and I'll be worried about you all night."

Lori had turned to him, her gaze level.

"First of all, it's none of your business." She had turned back to the mirror, but kept talking. "Second, he's the captain of the football team, and has been offered a scholarship to State to play football." She stopped talking long enough to expertly apply lipstick. She kissed her image in the mirror. "And thirdly, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." She looked at him in the mirror. "Now get out of here you pervert. As you can plainly see all I have on is my bra and panties."

It had gone downhill from there. For who knows what reason, Lori had decided that Randy was going to get out of the fuck 'em and leave 'em business. She wasn't stupid. She knew his rep. But the way she dealt with it was to keep her legs closed. She let him play just a little, but wouldn't let him do anything that involved semen coming out of his prick. I knew this because I overheard her talking to Karen Singleton during a sleepover when Karen came over.

Randy, of course, claimed he fucked her brains out every time they went out, which everybody pretty well knew was horse shit, but wanted to believe just because Lori was a stone fox.

And, oddly enough, it seemed to work. When he couldn't get in her pants, he tried harder and harder until she extracted a ring from him. Even then she didn't let him fuck her. She started blowing him then, but he didn't crawl between her silky white thighs until their wedding night. I, your humble author, know this, because Bob told me. He knew this because... well... that's the rest of the story.

So about now you're saying "Well get ON with it!"

Don't be impatient. It takes time to tell a story well.

OK, OK, calm down... I'll get on with it.

Anyway, suffice it to say that Bob didn't like his brother-in-law, before or after they were related. You could say it was one of those "He's not good enough for my sister," things. You'd be right. Randy Metzger wasn't anywhere NEAR good enough for Lori.

But she married him anyway.

Which is why, after Bob moved into her room and took it over for his own, it was easier to put her out of his mind as a jerk-off fantasy, which made it easier to forget her in general, which made it easier to forget her birthday.

Now, after a year of college, during which Randy got drunk way too often, and missed practices, and destroyed somebody's property and got kicked off the team and lost his scholarship... and knocked up Lori... they had moved back to Hendersonville and were living in a rental house that his parents owned. Lori got a job, while Randy "looked for one" and stayed home with the baby. Even so, Bob got to see a lot more of him than he had ever wanted to.

Which was why Bob thought life was so complicated. He had to be nice to the guy, because he was family. He was an idiot, but he was family. Now, Bob was trying to kill monsters, and his brother-in-law was sitting on the bed behind him drinking one of his father's imported beers. Bob was pretty sure he'd be blamed for that, at least in the beginning.

"Hey, so what are you going to get Lori for her birthday?" asked Randy.

"Birthday?" asked half of Bob's mind as he instructed his sorcerer to throw a fireball at a group of skeletons in the next room of the castle.

"Don't tell me you forgot your own sister's birthday!" crowed Randy. He liked to make fun of Bob. Bob couldn't figure out why a guy with a year of college would want to hang around with a seventeen year old kid. Unless, of course, it was to be able to make fun of him.

"Of course I didn't forget it," said Bob, his face turning red. "I'll get her something."

"Yeah, sure," sneered Randy. "Hey, I know what you could do. You could donate a night of babysitting for us so I could take her out on the town. You know, I'd wine her and dine her at someplace special... someplace expensive, and we could do some dancing and we wouldn't have to worry about the kid because you'd be there with him."

Bob wasn't stupid. With Lori as the only breadwinner in the family, the asshole was spending her hard earned money "showing her a good time" on her birthday. Still, Bob knew his sister well enough to know she loved dancing, and getting away from the baby someplace other than work might be nice for her too.

Of course Bob, being seventeen and having that scatter-brain sort of existence, didn't think to tell Lori about the idea. Her turd husband suggested it to his wife, and, three days before the birthday in question, she called her little brother.

"Hi squirt," she said when he answered the phone.

"Hi Lor," he gave his standard greeting. "What's up?"

"Well, Randy wants to take me out on the town for my birthday and when I told him I didn't have a sitter he thought you might be willing to stay with your nephew that night?"

Lori also believed that she could change her brother from the "I think you're husband is a prick," kind of guy he was. Why women think they can change men is beyond those of us who ARE men... but they always think they can.

Bob's first impulse was to be angry that the turd had stolen his birthday present idea before HE could suggest it. Then he admitted to himself that it HAD been Randy's idea, and that made it harder to be pissed off about it.

"Uh... sure, Lor. I'm kind of strapped for funds for a present anyway. I could make it your birthday present." He said that in a voice that would have suggested he was asking a question, rather than advancing a good idea.

"I know about being strapped for funds, squirt. That would be wonderful," said Lori.

And the thing was that she SOUNDED like she thought it would be wonderful... like it was something that DID qualify as a present... something that would MEAN something to her. And THAT made Bob feel pretty good about the whole thing.

Lori went on. "If you do that for me I can afford to get a new dress and get all fixed up and that would just be wonderful." It was quiet as she waited for a response, which of course, Bob didn't make. What guy would respond with excitement to the idea that his sister was going to go out and buy a dress?

So she went on. "Um... I hate to ask, but Randy's going to be looking for work, and I have Wednesday afternoon off, so I could go shopping then... if I had a sitter then too..."

Bob thought about it. The babysitting part wasn't any big deal, but he had plans.

"I think I'm supposed to mow Mrs. Ethridge's lawn Wednesday afternoon," he said. "I'll call her and see if I can do it in the morning."

"Are you sure?" his sister asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure it will be OK," he said. "Besides, now that you're getting all old and decrepit, you might need more time to get from the parking lot to the store and stuff. As your brother I need to be sensitive to your needs."

It was a good dig, and Bob, being seventeen, was proud of it.

"Well, let's see, little boy," she came back strongly. "I'm going to be nineteen, and that makes you a whole two years younger than me, which means I need to get your babysitting services out of the way before you have to start using a walker yourself. OK, it's a deal! Be there at noon. That's when the sun is right up there overhead in the middle of the sky. You think you can remember that squirt?"

Why, oh why were women able to turn a good dig around on a guy without hardly trying?

"I'll set my sun dial," said Bob. But he wasn't upset, really. She sounded pretty happy, and that brought out the old impulses he had felt when she was sitting in front of the mirror, getting ready to go out on a date, and everything was going well.

Bob, like many brothers, enjoyed it when his sister was happy.

It was almost exactly noon when Bob hopped off his bike and bounded up the old wooden steps that led to the big porch that went around two sides of the house. Even though it was his sister's house, he knocked. He looked at it more like it was Randy's house, and his sister was just staying there.

Her smile, when she opened the door, was both wide and genuine. Like many sisters, she loved her little brother - and had for some time - even though she was only now getting to the point in her life when she could admit that to others.

That smile, and her appearance, made Bob's nuts tighten.

She was dressed in shorts and a tank top. The shorts he remembered, though they were much tighter now than when he had last seen her wearing them. He didn't think about it, but having a baby does that to a woman. Had he been a sister, instead of a brother, he would have been impressed that she could still get into those shorts. He stopped paying attention to the shorts almost immediately, though, because she wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples telegraphed themselves through the tank top making it impossible not to notice them. They were perched on top of breasts that were larger than they had been before the baby, which Bob HAD noticed in the past, and which made a man just want to reach out and grab, like they were a life preserver in a man overboard situation. Bob didn't realize it, but his fingers actually flexed as he stared.

"You're early!" she said, ignoring the fact that he was looking at her chest. Most men did.

Bob's eyes slid to her face and he knew that SHE knew where he'd been looking. Discomfited by being caught, he stammered.

"Uh... no I'm not. I'm right on time."

Lori, in that maddening way that women have of ignoring an uncomfortable man just smiled.

"Thanks so much for doing this, Bob. I really appreciate this. Having some time to shop is really precious. Okay. Todd's asleep in his room so he should be ok. Just go check on him a couple of times, but other than that, make yourself at home."

"Sure. Have a nice time," he said, feeling silly.

She turned and actually ran toward the back of the house, returning with her purse. She had put on a bra. Bob wondered if she'd met him braless on purpose, but shook his head. That made him feel even sillier.

"Thanks again, Bobby. You're a big help!" his sister said and gave him a quick hug and kissed his cheek.

That, of course, brought her breasts up against his chest. Her hips bumped his too, pressing directly against the half hard prick in his pants. He realized with a jolt that it WAS half hard and blushed. Lori didn't seem to notice, and waved as she went out the door, leaving it open behind her.

Bob smiled weakly at his sister, and stared at her as she walked to her car, wondering if she could tell he'd gotten turned on by her. He couldn't believe how good she looked in such a simple outfit. Suddenly he missed seeing her every day around the house.

After getting something to eat and checking on his nephew, who was sleeping soundly, Bob sat on the couch and turned on a "daytime drama" as he liked to call them. One of his favorite authors wrote stories about a little Korean man who could do almost anything, and his young white protégé, who was even better at fighting the forces of evil. The old Korean man loved his "daytime dramas" and got testy if he had to miss them.

Bob, however, wasn't much interested in what he saw on the tube, other than the fact that there was a multitude of gorgeous young women acting like sluts all the time. He was fantasizing about being on top of one of those sluts when the door banged open and Lori came in grinning from ear to ear.

"That didn't take you too long," he said.

"I can't believe my luck!" Lori said setting the bag down on the kitchen table and taking her jacket off "They were having a sale, and I found this amazing dress at 30% off. And all because YOU let me go find it. You want to see it?"

This, of course, was not high on Bob's list of things to do on a Wednesday afternoon, but he knew better than to say so.

"Uh... sure... why not?"

"Oh, I'm SO excited!" she gushed.

She dropped her purse on the table and, taking a bag, ran to the back of the house, where he knew her bedroom was. He tried to catch up on his soap opera fantasy, but she was gone now, replaced by an older woman he couldn't get excited about.

"OK!" came his sister's call from the back of the house. "Come see it."

"You're not coming out here?" asked Bob.

There was no answer, so Bob got up and trudged down the hall to the bedroom across from where little Todd was sleeping.

When he turned the corner and saw his sister he almost fell down.

She had waited until she saw him and then twirled, one arm above her head, holding her long dark blond hair up, in an old cheerleader dance move. That much was familiar to him, as was the smile on her face.

But nothing else was familiar at all. He had never seen his sister like this before.

The dress consisted of a skirt that was made of wispy see-through cloth that was dark purple. It looked like the stuff figure skaters wear that blows in the wind as they speed around the rink and was arranged to look as if it were tattered and torn. As she twirled, that clung to her hips and fluttered, all at the same time. Her front was covered, if you could call it that, with a thin strip that went up over her belly button, but had a hole exposing that little orifice. Then it swept to the sides and was molded to her breasts as if it were paint. It somehow held up those big beauties and pushed them together, making what looked like an acre of cleavage before two thin cords went on up and around the back of her neck. It was completely backless, and went so low around her lush buttocks that it promised a peek of cleavage back there if she wasn't careful. She had put on some shiny dangling earrings and a touch of lipstick that was a similar shade as the dress, but lighter. It somehow made her lips look lush and full. She was barefoot, which made her look shorter than usual somehow. All in all she looked like a fairy princess.

She came to a stop facing him, still holding up her hair, and posed, hipshot.

"So what do you think?" she asked grinning.

"Wow." Bob's voice broke, even trying to say that one little word.

"Just wow?" she asked in a mock pout.

"I think I need to sit down," said Bob, aware that his prick was reaching it's maximum potential in his pants, and no doubt would be showing horribly. He bent forward slightly and turned, looking for somewhere to sit. When he didn't see anyplace except the bed that only made things worse and he actually thought about leaving the room.

"Oh... I see," said Lori with a little giggle. "Well, I guess it passes the boner test."

"Loreeeeeee!" moaned Bob. "It's not funny!" He felt his face flushing and knew he must be bright red.

Lori took pity on him and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her hands smoothed over her breasts, trying to erase non-existent wrinkles. She noticed that her nipples were both hard and prominently visible.

"Uh oh," she said.

Her turning had allowed Bob to "shift his perspective", so to speak, and his prick was now lying up and across his pubes. It still made a crosswise bulge in the front of his jeans, but his sister's attitude about it had put him a little more at ease.

"What?" he asked.

She turned and pointed on long manicured fingernail on each forefinger at the fat little bulges on the tips of her breasts.

"Todd has made them bigger, the greedy little thing. The dress has a foundation bra in it, but it doesn't cover them. They stick out like a sore thumb!"

Bob stared. The image of a sore thumb in his mind led to an image of that sore thumb in his mouth, which led to the image of those fat nipples in his mouth. He groaned and turned away again.

Lori had felt a little thrill of taboo pleasure streak through her when he first looked at her in the dress. If her own little brother was turned on, then other men would be helpless. Now his reaction to her prominent nipples sent another set of shocking tingles through her. She looked critically at her little brother and realized that she hadn't really paid any attention to him since she'd gotten married. A year had made a big difference in her life - she'd learned some very difficult lessons concerning her husband - and she was shocked to find that that year had made a big difference in her baby brother as well.

She let her eyes roam over his chest, which was much wider than it had been a year ago, to his slim hips. He was turned sideways to her and his butt was tight, but rounded just the way she liked a man's butt to be. He was taller too... much taller. She shook her head. Her little brother had turned into a hunk of a young man while she wasn't looking!

And he was responding to her as a man too. That might not have been so important to her, save the fact that Randy had been ignoring her, mostly, ever since she had gotten big with his son. She'd stayed just as horny as ever, maybe even more so as her belly swelled, but Randy lost all interest in her after about the fourth month. She'd worked hard to get back in shape after giving birth too, but that hadn't made much difference. She knew how hot blooded her husband was - she'd played off of that sexual desire for over a year just to bag him. Since then she'd had more than second thoughts about what she'd "bagged". More than once she'd remembered her little brother warning her that Randy was no good. Now that very same little brother was looking at her the way she'd wanted Randy to look at her.

These thoughts flitting through her brain happened at light speed, and she didn't really have time to reflect on them. But they affected her face and when Bob finally turned back to her, ashamed that he'd been so out of control in front of his sister, he saw the strange look on her face and mistook it for disgust.

"I'm sorry Lor," he pleaded. "I just wasn't ready for you to... I mean I didn't realize that... Oh shit, I'll just leave. I'm sorry."

Lori felt something like shame shoot through her body now. She'd teased him, and he had reacted... well, like any man might have reacted to such teasing. She felt a rush of affection for him.

"No! Wait. It's my fault," she said. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes it IS my fault," he moaned. "I'm your brother, for pity's sake."

"OK, yes, you're my brother. That's OK. You're a man too. You can't help that I teased you and you reacted to that. I don't know, but I think maybe I would have been hurt if you hadn't."

"Really?" asked her brother, hope making his voice crack a little. "You're not mad at me?"

For an answer Lori took her hand down, letting her long hair fall to her shoulders. She stood with equal weight on both feet now, hands at her side.

"Bobby..." she said softly, "tell me something, and be honest."

"What?" he said, feeling like this could be a dangerous situation.

"Forget that I'm your sister for a minute. Tell me -- do I look sexy in this dress?" she asked.

Bob stared at her. She'd just looked in the mirror. She had to know she looked sexy as all get out.

"Uh... yes... definitely," he hazarded.

His body language shouted that she looked sexy, and that sent that taboo thrill back through her body. She felt her nipples tightening and was afraid her milk might let down. That would make a mess of her brand new dress. For the first time she thought about that little problem, but for some strange reason didn't think it would pop up on her date with her husband. If other men leered at her she could deal with that, and she didn't expect Randy to leer at all, now that she thought about it. But having Bobby think she looked sexy was different somehow. It made her feel special... beautiful... desirable in a way that no other man made her feel... at least not lately.

"Thank you," she said softly. Her hands came up to her hips because she didn't know what else to do with them. She felt a compulsion to tell her brother how she felt.

"Bobby, if I tell you something, do you promise to never tell anyone? Not your friends, not mom or dad... no one -- ever... ?" she said with a serious tone to her voice.

"Um... OK... sure. What?" his voice sounded worried.

"It makes me feel good when you look at me like that," she admitted. "It makes me feel pretty... and sexy. It makes me feel like a woman."

Bob stared at her. It was like his fairy godmother had appeared suddenly and waved her wand and this beautiful princess was giving him permission to have that boner in his pants.

"Really?" he asked, astonished. "Even though I'm your brother?"

"Really," she said firmly. "I haven't felt like this for a long time."

"But what about Randy?" asked her brother.

"He doesn't look at me like that much any more," she admitted, still feeling the compulsion to admit to her brother that he had been right and she had been wrong. "I think maybe I made a mistake marrying him."

It was deathly silent after her statement. She worried, wondering if her brother would suddenly grin and yell "I TOLD YOU SO YOU STUPID BITCH!"

But he didn't. Instead he said "I'm sorry Lor. That must really suck."

"It's not so bad," she lied, suddenly feeling very lonely. For the first time she had admitted to herself that she had chosen badly when she "bagged the quarterback". She was amazed that she had admitted it to her little brother at the same moment. "It helps, though, knowing that you still think I can look sexy."

Bob groaned. "Damn, Lori, I've thought you were the sexiest woman alive for years now. You HAD to know that."

She grinned. "Oh, I knew you kept coming into my room to talk whenever I was half dressed. I just never knew how good that made me feel back then. I've learned a lot in the last year Bobby." Her grin faded a little. "I made my bed, and now I have to lie in it."

Bob, who was sitting her bed, looked up. "Let's not talk about you lying in bed, OK? That dress is hard enough on me."

Lori laughed and tousled his hair. "You're so sweet," she giggled. "Why couldn't I have fallen in love with a sweet man like you?"

"Cause I'm one of a kind," said her brother grinning. Things had been defused and he was able to tease her now. He liked the feeling. Most men don't know a woman they can flirt with harmlessly, and it was a lot of fun to do it. "So... what are you going to do about... those?" He pointed one finger at her chest.

"Oh, I'll just put in some nursing pads. Just the way you looked at me almost made me squirt. Wouldn't want that to happen on my date, now would I?"

Visions of streams of warm white milk staining her dress flitted through Bob's brain and his prick gave a lurch. "Um... you could just feed Todd before you left. Then there wouldn't be anything left to leak," he suggested.

"And show off my fat ugly nipples to a bunch of strangers out on the dance floor?" Lori arched an eyebrow.

"I don't know about fat, but no WAY are they ugly," sighed Bob. His eyes grew concerned at his outburst.

Lori smiled, though, feeling more pleasure at being complimented. She had the sudden urge to be naughty.

"I guess that's not a terrible plan, all things considered. Maybe I should try it and see if it works."

"Yeah," sighed Bob, feeling like he had dodged a bullet. "Good idea."

"So, go get Todd up and bring him here," said Lori.

"Now?... Me?... Here?" Bob croaked.

"Of course now, silly. He'll be hungry when he wakes up anyway. What's the matter. You've seen me nurse him before, haven't you?"

"Um... no... I think I'd remember that," said her brother, his voice low.

"You ARE the sweetest thing," her voice tinkled. "Well, we're family, so don't be embarrassed. You've been trying to get a look at my boobs for years. Now's your chance."

Bob turned around and adjusted himself again on his way to the nursery. He got there to find his nephew awake and making little sounds as he stared up at the carousel of baby toys suspended above the crib. The baby's eyes went to his uncle and his face moved as he started to cry.

Bob picked him up and held him awkwardly, afraid he'd drop the little thing or something. He carried the baby in his two hands, arms outstretched, as if carrying something he didn't want to get against his clothes because it might get him dirty.

Lori laughed when he came into the room.

"You need lessons in holding a baby," she said in mock anger. "Go get his diaper bag. I can't believe I left him here with you alone. I thought you knew more about babies."

"Give me a break here," said Bob. "I guess I never paid much attention before."

"That's because you quit coming to see me," she said.

"That's because you moved away," he retorted.

"I've been back for months now," she came back.

"OK, OK, I'm sorry." He left for the baby's room again and snatched up the diaper bag. When he got back he said "OK, now what do I do?"

Lori laid Todd on the bed and expertly changed his diaper, which was wet, but not soiled. She gave a running commentary on why she was doing everything she did. The baby fussed the whole time.

"Why's he crying like that?" asked Bob.

"He's hungry. Men are always hungry, she said. "Especially when a woman's breast is involved."

She finished up, dropping the old diaper in a wastebasket nearby.

"Now he's all ready to eat," she said. "Hold him while I get ready."

She picked up the baby and thrust him in Bob's direction, showing him how to cradle the baby up against his chest and pat his little back. Then she stood back, reached behind her neck, and brought the two little strings to the sides. The cloth covering her breasts fell, revealing the tops of both breasts. The foundation bra clung to and held the bottoms of her breasts until she pushed at the material, which then fell to her waist.

His fairy princess stood in front of him, topless. 
	 

