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Miranda said she had to get ready for a night out, I volunteered to hang out with Izzy. We sat watching a video with a bunch of brightly dressed adults dancing and singing. I moved her hands around to act like she was dancing. She giggled and made squeaking sounds the faster we danced. Her little teeth were the cutest thing about her smile.
    Miranda came out of the bathroom smelling like heaven. She wore a tight tank top that pushed up her already large breasts and low rise skinny jeans. She did a spin in front of me. “How do I look? I still feel like I am so fat.”
    We had become pretty good friend s in the past few months. I think sometimes I freaked her out always asking about Izzy and even giving her my own nickname, but she still called every now and again to catch up or vent about her douche bag boyfriend.
    I had to admit, this was the first time I had really looked at her as a woman and not a family member. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, especially her tits. He r curves were perfect and I imagined how fucking awesome it would feel to bend her over something.
    I needed to shake that feeling.
    It didn’t help that she was blonde, which was so sexy to me. Van was the only brunette I had ever been attracted to. Today Miranda had curled the bottom of her hair. It flowed down her back. She could have been the sexiest Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader. I pictured her in that little outfit they wear and got a big smile on my face.
    I tried to hide my expression, so th at she couldn’t tell I was mind- fucking her. The idea of doing that to her just seemed wro ng, but I couldn’t stop . Having a baby had caused the girl to have never ending curves. “Uh, you look fine.”
    That was all I could say.
    She turned around again and ran her hand over her ass. “ I was hoping I looked better than just fine . T hese jeans are new. Are you sure they don’t make my ass look fat? They are so tight , but I need to be sexy . Tonight is important. ”
    I kept my smile to a minimum. Did every woman ask that question? “Are you going for a sweet relaxing good time, or more of a ‘I want to get laid’ look?”
    She turned around and rolled her eyes at me. “ Seriously Ty , I wanted your opinion. You have been with a lot of people, you know what guys like. Do I look sexy enough? How are the boobs? ”
    A lot of people?
    The idea of her being with that little dickhead made my skin crawl. She obviously wanted to fuck him tonight. I wasn’t going to help her do it. “ We are related. I am not answering that. ”
    She turned around to face me, leaned over and put her hands on my knees , teasing me with those breasts .
    Close your eyes..do not lick your lips.
    “We are not really related. Look at me and be honest. So…….I need to know if I look hot? Do you think he will want me?”
    If he doesn’t than he is a fool.
    She was too close. I could smell whatever she had put on her body and it smelled delicious. I wanted to lick her skin. Her t its were pressed together in her shirt and I had to put my hands into fists to keep from reaching up and trying to touch them. I couldn’t do this, for so many reasons. She was something I could never want and never have. I stopped staring at her tits and looked straight into those beautiful blue eyes .
    Oh God that was just as bad. “We are family. I can’t answer that.”
    She stood up and put her hands on her hips. “Picture me as someone else then. If I had a bag over my head and you didn’t know it was me would you want to hit it?”
    I laughed out loud.
    God, her use of words were killing me. “Mir anda you look really hot. I am s ure you will have a fantastic night.” I smiled and tried not to look at her rocking body anymore. It was wrong to look at her the way I was. She was just so beautiful . No wonder Van felt threatened, even when she was pregnant. Now we were such good friends. In fact, I knew too much about her to look at her like I was.
    “Tonig ht has to work,” s he said