Two Sisters I Knew
There were two sisters in my home town whose breasts I saw – separately and a few years apart. The first was a classmate of mine, and I saw her tits in an easy braless downblouse when we were eighteen. It was the braless years of the mid-1970s. She had thick dark brown hair and was very slender, bordering on skinny, fairly petite. Her breasts were small but stood high and firm, coning out. Her areolas were darker.
Her sister was a year younger but I saw her, several times, when she was in her early twenties, while she was dating/engaged/married to a friend of mine. The first time that I can recall was when I was over at my friend's apartment one night, she was drunk, and wearing a bathrobe. The bathrobe kept falling open as she stood and talked to me alone in a hallway or kitchen. She would look down and see that it had fallen open and quickly pull it shut, but then a few minutes later it would fall open again. The next time was at a baseball game on a hot summer day. I was sitting next to her, she was wearing a thin cotton top braless, and the wind kept blowing her top open which allowed me to get many long close-up downblouses in good daylight. The third time I can recall was just on another hot day when we were out somewhere, and she was braless and her top continuously opened and allowed me to see her nipples.
This second sister was also petite, but not quite as skinny as her older sister. She had much lighter brown hair, and lighter skin. Her tits were also small, A cups. Her nipples were a lighter color, light brown I would call them, with eraser-sized nipples that I got to see both hard and soft at some point.
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