“Why? Am I going to need clothes?” she asked. I stared at her dumbly. “Yes, you doofus. I decided it was too much hassle to pack light and carry... it on. But if the bag isn’t at baggage claim, I might go naked anyway.”“That suits me fine but you might want to wait until we get to the truck to start undressing.” Em was pulling her shirt over her head.“It was cold on the plane but it’s plenty warm here,” she said while holding her T-shirt down with one hand and pulling the top off with the other.. Doing it on my own meant five-kay if I was supremely lucky. I promised to start writing and editing before the week was out.Kelly and I sat down when we got home and reviewed our finances. We had been holding our own for the last few years. Kelly’s salary hadn’t changed much, other than some raises based on inflation. She was a full professor and department head at Matucket State. The same was true of her stipends and paychecks from DARPA and the NSA; they had risen somewhat but not by huge. She swirled it around for a good minute, sending waves of pleasure from my ear, down my spine, and into my now rock-hard dick. She then took the popcorn box from my lap, leaving my crotch and my throbbing erection in plain view."Mmmmmmm. I guess you enjoyed that, too," she said, finishing off the popcorn.She then replaced the box onto my lap, but the bottom of it had been removed. I was surprised that I didn't notice her removing the bottom, but I had a good idea of what the reasoning behind it. "You've never seen my breasts... Bobby!" she screeched as her brother put his hand on her top and pulled it away from her body."Your nipples are much nicer than Cathy's... or her mother's," Bobby said grinning as he let her top snap back. "Your breasts too." You're sick," she accused as she shuffled back from her brother on the couch. "Why are they nicer anyway?" They just are," her brother answered, his eyes intently watching the thin, white panties now exposed to his eyes as her tank top rose.