Years ago in the early ’80s, I was helping my brother and his wife cut trees for a log home on their vacant lot some 10 miles or so from their downtown apartment. I was 16 and they were 24. Deb had tiny tits, probably 32A, and usually was braless. They were pretty small and her nipples were not prominent, so she could easily get away with the braless look without drawing any attention to herself. She is about 5′-6″ and weighed about 130 lbs. She looked mighty fine in a bikini or crop top and daisy dukes.
Deb was a pretty hot shit who would banter with my middle brother, Brad, who was a couple of years older than me and younger than her. They were not shy with their sexual innuendo in front of me. One time, Brad had made a 15-inch baseball bat on the wood lathe in the workshop. He held it in the middle, pointed to the thin handle end of it and told her he could give her that much. She took the bat, held it with the palm of each hand flat against each end, and said Donnie, her husband, could give her all of this. They laughed about it and I just stayed in the shadows. I never got in on that banter because I was just the little kid brother going through puberty.