They were in remarkably good shape and I grabbed two tops and climbed up to my room returning huffing and puffing as I came back down. "What do you think?" I asked.
He looked at me for a minute enjoying my heaving chest. "They look better on you than they did on your mother," he sighed.
I grabbed another shirt and headed up the stairs but he stopped me.
"Honey, we're family. Lighten up and try them on down here so you don't have to kill yourself going up to the loft."
I nodded without much thought. I slowly pulled my top off and stood before him in tight jeans and my old white bra. I turned my back to him but after trying on a few sweaters, I stopped being shy.
He handed me a lace black bra. I looked at the size and at 36dd, it seemed a bit small. I turned away from him and took off m
