Anna is the first to unfasten the clasp between her breasts and slide the thin straps off her shoulders. My cock springs to life as her nightie hits the floor and her eyes meet mine. Her medium sized breasts with their pink, puffy nipples are on full display, awaiting my inspection.
Kamala is staring open-mouthed at her friends as one by one they follow Anna's lead and drop their nightie to the floor.
Monica is next, taking her time sliding the straps down her arms one at a time. Smiling broadly she adds a bit of theatrics to the unveiling of her gorgeous, dark skinned breasts with their thick black nipples. The surrounding areolas are smaller than expected but by no means less appealing. Mouthwatering is the only adjective that comes to mind.
Yelena seems a little more reserved, possibly because her breasts are quite small in comparison to the other girls. "I'm not going to win this round," she smiles. She needn't worry, what she lacks in size, is more than made up for by her thick protruding nipples. Damn! She has grown up. I really want to suck on those babies. My cock is rock hard as I turn my attention to my sister.
"What's it going to be, Sis?" I ask. "You're welcome to join me on the couch and help me judge these beautiful ladies' attributes.
"Not a chance, Big Brother," Kamala says defiantly as she unclasps her top and shrugs it off her shoulders. Holy fuck! Her tits are perfect. Slightly smaller than Monica's but still quite full with wide, pink areolas and gumdrop shaped nipples.
"Line up," I say as if none of this is bothering me in the slightest. Shit! Who wouldn't give his left nut to have four teenage beauties lined up in front of him ready for inspection? I stand up, adjusting my cock as I do, which doesn't go unnoticed by any of the girls.
"Why do you get to stay dressed while we're naked?" Monica asks, generating a glaring look from my sister.
"You're not naked... yet," I retort. "Do you want me to take off my shirt?"
"Yes," three girls respond in unison. This is too easy. I slip off my shirt to the appreciative nods from the girls. I don't have washboard abs but I stay in shape.
"Okay, let's get started," I say, stepping in front of Monica and making a show of inspecting her tits from all angles. I take a chance and cup my hands under the dark flesh and heft her large tits like I'm weighing melons.
"Nobody said anything about touching," Kamala objects from the other end of the line.
"I don't mind," Monica says quietly, biting her lip as my thumbs lightly brush across her taut nipples. Kamala steps back in line but she is clearly more nervous than she was before.
Wanting to give each girl some accolades and esteem builders, I start talking to Monica about my perception of her tits.
"These are heavy little monsters aren't they," I ask, still fondling her milk chocolate mounds. Monica just nods, catching her breath as my hands glide around the sides and gently caress her sensitive tits. "A guy would be crazy not to want to bury his face in these babies and get lost in there like a big soft pillow." Reluctantly, I lower her breasts back down and move over in front of Yelena.
Yelena smiles shyly as I scrutinize her almost non-existent mounds. While the breasts themselves are rather small the nipples are not. They are mature, long, thick nipples that jut out from her teen sized tits. With nothing to heft, I grip her breasts from the front, pressing my palms against those lovely nipples.
"Mmmm," Yelena lets out an involuntary gasp as I move my hands in tiny circles, lightly brushing against her thick protruding nipples.
"I love your nipples," I say, just above a whisper. "A guy could feast on them forever. They're so wonderfully sensitive." I add, gently increasing the pressure from my palms and eliciting another quiet murmur from Yelena. "I bet it doesn't take much sucking and nibbling to send erotic pulses directly to your pussy. You can probably have an orgasm induced solely from those beautiful nipples." She emits a noticeable shiver as I pull my hands away and turn to face Anna and her puffy nipples.
Anna is smiling as I study her convex areolas that cap her medium sized tits and reshape them into conical protrusions unlike anything I've ever seen. I bypass the fleshy part of her breasts and go straight for the nipples, running my finger around the areola and exploring the tiny bud-like nipples almost completely recessed into the areola. I watch her face as I pinch the very tips and try to coax them out of their protective surroundings. Her expression doesn't change until I put my fingers on either side of the puffy areolas and tweak them gently in a half circle. She bites her lip and sucks air in through her teeth.
"What are you going to say about mine?" she asks seductively as I continue to play with her unique tits.
"I'm going to say that I have never seen anything like them, "I tell her. "I could imagine how erotic it would be to rub against them. You know, as you do the horizontal love dance..."
"Seriously!" Monica laughs. "The horizontal love dance? Why don't you just say fucking?"
"Because horizontal love dance more poetic," Anna answers for me. "Go on," she nods towards me encouragingly. "What were you going to say?"
"I was going to say that when you were in that particular position, rocking back and forth, a guy could enhance his pleasure by rubbing his chest against these potent little puppies."
"Like this?" she asks pulling me against her and rubbing her nipples up and down my bare chest. Fuck! I thought I was just blowing smoke but her nipples feel incredible against my chest.
"Anna!" Kamala cries. "What the fuck?"
"Afraid you'll miss your turn, Kamala?" Anna asks as she releases me, and steps back in line. Her nipples seem to have popped out of their cocoons, anxiously awaiting more attention.
"Thanks," she says, kissing me on the cheek and pushing me towards my sister.
Now what?
I stand looking at my sister for the longest time, just staring at her perfect tits. Her wide areolas are just a shade darker than the surrounding skin and her taut nipples seem to be more aroused than when she first exposed them. I know I shouldn't be touching my sister but I can't very well leave her out either. Kamala is blushing as she looks at me expectantly.
"Well?" she says, nodding her head towards her tits.
"Well..." I answer. "They're beautiful, Sis." I say, hesitantly raising my hands and putting them on her shoulders. "Lovely shaped," I add while I trail my fingers around her collarbone and glide them down her chest. "Perfectly round areolas," I add while my fingers brush the outside of her breasts. Instead of hefting them like I did with Monica, I bring my hands down around the sides and lift them gently. "Soft and pliable," I whisper, gently caressing all around her areolas. "Sensitive nipples." Her breath catches as my thumbs lightly explore the distended tips. Our eyes lock on each other as my hands move around her breasts like they have a mind of their own.
"Ahem..." Monica clears her throat to keep me from getting lost in my sister's luscious breasts. I drop my hands and step back, surprised by the disappointment I see in Kamala's eyes.
"And the winner is..." I announce, trying to regain my composure. "By a very small margin, I might add..." I look from one topless girl to the next. "You all have gorgeous breasts but the winner is..." I pause for dramatic affect and then turn and point my arm. "My sister, Kamala!"
They are each gracious and offer such wonderful comments about Kamala's tits that I almost expect her to make an acceptance speech.
"Okay, take five!" I tell everyone. "I need a beer." The girls all start chatting at once as I go to the kitchen for a beer. Leaning against the counter I take a minute to catch my breath as I twist the cap off the bottle. Damn! The look on Kamala's face... if I didn't know better I would swear she looked just like she wanted me to kiss her. Nah.
"Okay girls, on to the next event." I call as I walk back into the living room. Maybe I should tone this down a little. "Turn around! We're ready to look at your lovely asses." The girls line up with their backs to me. Okay, maybe I won't tone it down. What a lovely lineup of teenage flesh!
I go through a similar routine, running my hands over their bare cheeks and telling each one what I think of their ass.
"You have an amazing ass, Monica," I say quietly. As my hand glides over her smooth, dark skin I can feel the firm muscles tensing in her ass cheeks. "With your well toned muscles and fully developed curves a guy would want to do you from behind just for the view."
"Even you?" she asks, looking over her shoulder.
"I'm a guy, aren't I?" I laugh as I move over to Yelena, my cock still hard inside my shorts.
What Yelena lacks in tits she more than makes up for with her ass. I'm surprised I never noticed it before. Curvaceous doesn't even begin to describe it. I squeeze her delectable cheeks as I tell her what I think. "You have one sexy ass, Yelena," I whisper in her ear as my hands explore every inch of her heart-shaped mounds. "How can these round cheeks be so firm and so soft at the same time? It makes me want to bury my face in them and just nibble away." It's true. I have trouble tearing my hands away from her.
"Ahh, Anna," I take a deep breath as I move down the line. "You have an ass made for spanking," I say, giving her cheeks a playful smack.
"Mmm," she moans seductively. I think I may have found a pleasure point. Round and firm, her cheeks swell just enough that they almost invite you to spank them.
"Guys will look at your ass and fantasize their red handprint embossed on your cheeks." I tell her as I teasingly slap her firm globes. "Have you ever had an erotic spanking?" I ask. She shakes her head. "When you do, you'll know what I mean." I pinch the inside curve of her ass cheek and move on to my sister.
Hesitant about touching my sister after what happened with her tits, I give her ass a cursory caress and tell her she has the perfect size, shape and firmness to make guys follow her anywhere just to look at it.
"No nibbling, spanking or doggie style comments for me?" she teases. "Just looking at it?" The truth is her ass invokes erotic images of an energetic anal fuck but I'm not going to tell her that.
"Disappointed?" I ask, kneeling behind her as I place one hand on each of her luscious cheeks. With my fingers extended and my thumbs between her legs, I gently massage her fleshy ass while letting my thumbs brush lightly against the thin material covering her pussy. "You have an ass made for squeezing, Sis," I add before she has a chance to answer.