My family and I were spending the day at my paternal grandparents house. They still lived on the old family farm which is an hour's drive from the city where we live now.
After we had all eaten a big noon meal my father and mother settled down in the living room with dad's elderly parents for a leisurely afternoon of chatting about old times. My two young brothers occupied themselves with prowling through grandpa's old junk that he had stored in his large barn.
Since the two boys were only six and seven years old, my twelve year old sister didn't care to associate with them very much but instead tried to follow me, her eighteen year old big brother, around.
I had slipped up the seldom used stairway into the attic and was looking through some ancient pictures in an old trunk when I heard her creep inside the attic door and join me.
"What are you doing Mike, looking at old pictures?" My young sister asked.
I looked over at her and again marveled at how well her young body was fastly developing. Her curvy breasts and well rounded butt were straining the seams of the short tight dress she had on.
I smiled up at her and said, "yes Jennifer, I've found a bunch here that I'd never seen before".
"I want to look at them with you", she stated and then she pulled a low box over directly in front of me and sat down upon it. When she sat down her tight dress rode up her smooth thighs till her silky white panties were fully exposed to my view and only three or four feet away.
I handed her a handful of pictures that I had already scanned through and while her big brown eyes were looking them over closely, I was able to thoroughly look over the sight of her small pussy slit pressing out against the almost transparent underwear she wore.
"Oh look Mike, here's a picture of granny when she was young", she exclaimed, "I wonder who the boy standing beside her is?"
"Probably her boy friend", I surmised, and then I asked, "do you have any boyfriends Jennifer?"
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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