While Ben, still a bit stunned, kept kneading Jennifer's tits in the entrance, Rhonda came in the door.
Rhonda was Ben's older sister, and was coming home from University for a few weeks to visit. It was obvious that her looks came from him: while Ben's mom was not what you'd call attractive, Rhonda was very easy on the eyes. She was much taller than their mother -- a little taller than Ben even -- had reddish brown hair, brown eyes, and a frame which somewhere between athletic and svelte.
"Hey, twerp!" she called affectionately as she came in the door. Rhonda was almost always nice to Ben, but still treated him like a kid brother. Before Ben realized what was going on, she came up behind him and scruffed his hair. "Oh, hi Jennifer!" said Rhonda, looking over Ben's shoulder. "What are you two up to?"
Ben still didn't know what was going on. He slowed down his fondling -- in case that got him into less trouble -- but he wanted to feel a bit more in control of the situation. "Uh, I'm feeling up Jennifer's boobs," he replied cautiously.
Rhonda snorted and smiled. "You're doing it wrong, bro. She's not wearing a sweater at least, but you can't do it as well through a tank top. Why don't... er..." Rhonda blushed slightly and stopped herself, as if putting on the brakes to keep from crossing the line of decency.
Jennifer looked to Rhonda in puzzlement. After a moment, her eyes went wide with sudden realization. Ben, who was still catching up, realized that Rhonda was about to suggest that Jennifer take off her top. After another moment, he realized that in normal circumstances, this would be considered very risqué.
As Rhonda quickly tried to find a recovery and Jennifer blushed, Ben realized that even in this strange situation, there were still polite boundaries: they just had gotten misplaced somewhere. He wondered how they had changed, and what the new rules were. |