“Me and Patty tried this on each other a couple of times but I want to do it alone, you just sit here and watch then tell me how I look.” She turned her back to me and grabbed a hair band then pulled her long black hair into a pony tail and corralled it with the band. She tossed her head lightly which caused the fall of hair to swish across her back. Watching the hair move, the way she flipped her head, like a filly tossing her mane, caused a shudder to ripple through my stomach. It was a reaction that surprised me because I’d only felt it before when I was talking to Kendall Williams. Danni began with eyeliner and would laugh with me when I made snide comments about the colors and her lack of skill. Once that was done she worked her long lashes with mascara then went to blushes and lip gloss, she had the most fun trying on different colors of lipstick. We laughed and teased through several shades from Pin Up Peach to Burgundy Wine. It took almost two hours and a box of tissues before she was satisfied with her looks. When she turned around to face me the final time I was awestruck by the transformation. My sister looked older than sixteen, more mature. She pulled the band from her hair and let it fall back around her face, she went from pretty to sexy in a heartbeat, she could have been on TV or something. For the second time my stomach rippled with a indian flutter as she smiled and waited my comments. “Wow, you look awesome!” I webcam stuttered. She glowed with pleasure; “Hot?” she wanted to know. “Yeah, hot is the word.” Cobalt eyes highlighted by matching blue eyeliner glinted naughtily “I don’t want to be just hot, I want to be fucking hot.” She startled me. I rarely amateur heard my sister cuss and now she had used the F word. I wasn’t sure how to react so I acted like it was normal, “Well, you have the make-up right, now you gotta dress that way.” “You know I don’t have any good clothes. My rags are all drab and dreary, ugly little girl things.” I checked my watch, it was still two hours before our parents came home. “You and mom are about the same size; try on some of her stuff.” Danni studied me briefly, “Her breasts are bigger, the tops won’t fit right.” “So, you’re not going anywhere, I’m the only witness and I won’t tell.” She went to the large closet and started pawing through dresses and clothes then pulled down four dresses, a couple pairs of pants and three blouses. Danni looked over the wardrobe then said to me “Go away, I’m going to change.” I left her alone. Five minutes later she came into the living room wearing a slinky black dress. The bust was too big but it fit her waist and hips perfectly, the hem cut across her knees; the Solo dress highlighted her body lines nicely. Danni was a little over 5'5 but she was wearing a pair of mother’s heels which made her taller, closer to my 5'11. My sister pirouetted for me and the flutter came back to my stomach. I told her she looked pretty and had nice legs. She beamed her delight then dashed back to try on something else. The next was a pants and blouse combination that hung loosely on her frame, the blouse sagged and the pants were baggy in the butt; she wasn't very Big Boobs nice looking. After that was an evening gown, low cut, long full skirt. Danni wore a double strand pearl necklace which pulled my eyes to her chest. Her breasts were lost in the bulk of the gown, but she still looked good. “That one makes you look like a prom queen, but you don't have any boobs.” She swirled about and disappeared into the bedroom again, minutes later she came back wearing the same dress but this time she had a full bust leading her into the room. “I put on one of mom's bras and filled it with stockings, how do I look?” I could only stare as she put her fingers into the bra and fluffed the stuffing, my fingers itched to help her make the adjustments. “Even mom’s aren't that big. Nice.” She gave me a modest glance then turned and left again. She didn’t come back so after a few minutes I went to see what she was doing. When I stepped into the room Danni was standing in front of the floor length mirror holding a skirt to her waist, she was wearing only brief pastel panties and a matching bra. Zoe untied him and relieved him from the vibrator. He didn’t realise her arm had moved until he felt her fingers touch his pubic hair. Daddy took me there once. She has never been more embarrassed in her life. Loretta’s eyes indian darted around the room again before finally focusing on Big Boobs Marcella. I could feel my dick getting harder and barely being restrained by my panties. “You need to be affectionate,” Clint continued. “Wow,” Prestira gasped, “Elena, I think there’s amateur something in your cum!” “I have a finger wiggling into her tight asshole,” Mommy groaned. “No that would be permanent.” She was also smarter than I was “There’s got to be a key around here somewhere.” As his orgasm gradually abated she swallowed the big Solo mouthful and sucked the tip clean before taking a swig of water from the bottle on her nightstand to freshen her mouth a little, then flopped back on her bed and patted the mattress next to her for Brandon to join her. Regretting a missed opportunity, though, that only ever teaches you one thing .” “Fuck her, husband,” she moaned. “I'd be your dirty whore,” I moaned, my body so warm. “Damn, Uncle Stan, I’m cumming again.” How are you going webcam to pay for the dresses?”