Alabama Nan in Atlanta: Round 1

While looking at my options, I decided to find my outfit first and then get the under garments that would go good with them. For a top, I decided on a denim vest that showed my cleavage off very well. I removed my bra and put the top on. I buttoned it up, but stopped before reaching the top button. I wanted to give her something to drool over. Looking through my drawers further, I found the perfect pair of pants for the occasion. They were jeans, with a faded front and tight spandex back. I figured it would be really kinky to make Karen guess if I was wearing panties or not. So I took the thongs off and put on a pair of G-strings. Once I had the panties and jeans on, all I had left to do, was to decide on what shoes to wear. Like any lady of my type, I had dozens of choices - heels, boots, flats, pumps - in a variety of colors. After putting on numerous pairs, I settled on a pair of black zip-up ankle high boots, with a 2 inch heel. Now all I had to do, was wait for Karen.

I had been watching TV for about a half-hour, when I heard a knock at my door. I got up, went over to the door. I straighten out the vest and jeans...then I opened the door. I found myself staring at Karen. She had on a bright yellow half-shirt (the way the shirt sagged, I knew Karen had no bra covering her lovely 40Cs), a pair of cutoff denim shorts, white socks, and white running shoes.

"Hello, anyone home?", Karen said as she knocked on my head.

"Ohh, what, um, yes Karen. I'm hear."', I stuttered.

"Aren't you going to invite your big sister in."

"Oh sorry, come on in Karen."

We both walked over to the couch. I sat down on the couch and Karen stood in front of me.

"Miss me?", she asked.

"Of course I did Karen."

"How much?"

Her question puzzled me, but I answered "Lots."

"How much is a LOT?', Karen asked as she got on her knees in front of me.

My sister was starting to confuse me, but I answered her again, "Lots and lots."