"Laura, my God, don't walk through here topless. The blinds are open."
"Not bothering me, so it shouldn't bother you."
She stopped in front of the window, looking around as though everything was normal. The trouble was, for Laura, this was normal. I certainly wasn't a prude--far from it. But I seemed to have limits my sister didn't share.
"I just don't need to have the neighbors wondering what sort of people are living here."
"You've been here for a while, so they know you. It's just me they'll wonder about." She was still standing in front of the window, the bright sun highlighting her very ample breasts, a big smile on her face.
"Humor me, Laura. Put on a top." I hated to plead with her--it seemed so degrading, but I knew that Laura enjoyed it in her own sisterly way.
"Do you have a folding chair?" she asked with a giggle. "The front porch looks inviting."
She was eying the porch to taunt me, but I was looking the other direction.
"You'd better hurry, so you can take the package from the UPS guy coming up the walk."
I thought she'd dive for cover, but she stood there just long enough for him to wonder if he'd seen them or just imagined it. Of course, now
I'd
have to answer the door, and he was sure to wonder if it was my boobs he'd seen. And since I couldn't keep from blushing, he'd be sure it was me.
I gritted my teeth, determined not to blush as he rang the bell. Laura, still topless, crouched behind a chair, laughing. I opened the door, the smile on the rather handsome face causing my cheeks to heat. When I opened the screen door, he handed me the small box. There was nothing for me to sign, so I knew he was at the door simply to get a better look at, hopefully, bare breasts.
I felt a breeze and heard running footsteps behind me. The UPS guy's eyes quickly left mine and looked over my shoulder. His smile broadened. I got a wink, and he turned and jogged to his truck.
"Thought I'd bail you out and let him know it wasn't your tits he'd seen."
"Laura, you didn't."
"I kept one covered, Cait. He was a good-looking guy, though. I almost went to the door with you."
All I could do was shake my head. We were sisters, and not total opposites, but enough different that it was easy to wonder if we'd grown up in the same family. Our older brother never did learn to deal with us differently, thus receiving much abuse from both of us due to his fumblings.
"Are you dressed yet?" I called toward the bedroom.
Laura appeared in the hallway, nipples at attention. "Getting there," she said, tank top in hand. I owed her one, so when she pulled the tank top over her head, I gave one nipple a sharp twist.
"Ouch, you bitch," she squealed, bumping the hallway walls as she scrambled away.
I ran into the living room and waited, knowing retribution would be quickly forthcoming. I watched her emerge from the hallway and go into the kitchen. When I saw her again, she was headed toward me, a large wooden spoon in her hand. I was trapped.
"Laura, come on. That thing hurts like hell." I was backing up, but there was nowhere to go.
"It's the spoon or your nipple," she added, a fiendish grin on her face. No way was I going to bare anything and, as I turned to run, I heard a loud "thwack" and felt a searing pain in my left buttock.
"Shit, Laura. That's going to leave a nasty red welt." My butt was burning from the whack I'd gotten from my sister.
"We're even now, so let's go get something to eat. And, maybe if you let a boob pop out once in a while, you wouldn't still be a virgin."
I felt like smacking the big smile off her face, but maybe she was right. We were even...and I
was
hungry, and she might be right about the boobs thing, too. I just wasn't sure that should be the first step in losing my virginity. It was just one more of her jabs at what I liked to think of as my "purity."
"Maybe if you'd show your boobs to the UPS guy, you could have grabbed hold of him."
"Worked for you, didn't it," I said a little snidely.
"Ohhh, that was cruel," Laura shot back, "even if it is true," she added with a giggle.
Laura had always been able to get the guys...get them, but keeping them seemed to be the problem. She's three years older, and I used to love it when she brought her dates home. I'd drool over them and couldn't wait till I was old enough to bring my own dates home. When the time came, I discovered that how they looked was only half the story. I seemed to be much fussier than Laura was about that second part, and it showed in the number of boyfriends I'd had.
"Pizza Hut?" Laura asked, straightening her tank top.
Of course, tank tops aren't designed for undergarments, and it was readily apparent that Laura wasn't wearing any. I often wondered how two people with shared DNA and raised by the same parents could be so different. I suppose I should be used to it by now, but it didn't seem that easy. I guess we were both hard-headed-ly set in our ways and were unwilling to bend, while at the same time being unwilling to accept the lack of change in the other.
At Pizza Hut, Laura got her share of hungry looks, which she enjoyed, and some of them seemed to bounce off her and land on me, which, I have to admit, I enjoyed. We didn't look that much different; it was how we acted and reacted that was so dissimilar.
We found a table, ordered and quickly had our drinks served. I was hungry and ready for some pizza.
"So," Laura said, "I guess we're going to Mom and Dad's for Christmas."
"Yep," I answered with a sigh.
"And you're going to that five-year reunion thing?"
"I said I'd be there. Hasn't been that long, but should be fun to see what people are up to."
"Is it a dinner, or what?"
"They're calling it a Christmas prom reunion, and it's a dinner too."
"So, are you going to get a date for the prom?" Laura asked, not able to stifle her laugh.
"I don't think there's anyone in my class I'd want to have a date with, pardon my grammar."
"Not even, oh what was his name?" Laura was thinking, and I wasn't about to give her any help. "Kirk Fischer, wasn't it?" A triumphant grin on her face.
Damn, I'd hoped she wouldn't remember because I certainly did remember. It seemed like more than five years ago that I thought Kirk Fischer was the hottest male I'd ever seen. Laura had no idea I'd "borrowed" her little vibrator to enjoy my fantasies with Kirk Fischer. I'd found an unopened bag of attachments and "stolen" one of them for my use. All of that was my secret. I curled my lip.
"I'd forgotten about him," I sneered.
"You never were good at lying. I bet you thought Kirk was hot as hell. I did the few times I saw him."
I hated it when Laura saw through my facade, which she often did.
"Hotter than Benny?"
Benny was her long-time live-in, who'd eventually thrown her out, and I probably shouldn't have mentioned him, but she handled it well.
