Neither my sister nor I had a date that New Year's Eve but we both planned on going out anyway. We both stopped celebrating the New Year at home when we each turned eighteen. For me that was eleven years ago. For Laura it was six.
I was counting on Laura to tell me where I could find a crowd I'd fit in with. This was my first New Year's Eve since moving back home after my divorce. I had lived the last ten years in the city, with my wife. Then in less than three months, I lost my job, (downsizing) then my wife, (she found someone better) and finally my home, (thanks to the judge).
Thank God for mothers. My mother was thrilled at the prospect of my returning home. I wasn't thrilled but I was grateful. So I moved back home, found a job selling hardware at the mall and hoped my luck would change, soon.
Laura had never left home. She had a good job, managing a clothing store, and though she had had several boyfriends, she had not found one worth leaving home for. I didn't know if that made her picky or smart.
Smart or not, my sister was definitely good looking. She was five, seven and had thick, wavy, shoulder length blond hair. Her face was very pretty; big, blue eyes, a small, upturned nose and a small mouth with full lips.
Her C cup breasts were round and full, firm and straight. She had a slender waist, narrow hips and a rounded ass. Her legs were long and slim. Laura had been a cheerleader in high school and she still looked the part.
I guess this is a good place to tell you that my name is Gregg. I am six feet, two inches tall and I weigh two hundred pounds. I was on the high school swim team and I worked out regularly since then, trying to stay in shape.
While we're at it, I'll tell you about my mother, too. She and my father had been married for twenty seven years. He died two years earlier of a heart attack. Since then, mom got very involved with the church. She was not born again or extreme about it but working on different committees took up most of her time. That was where she was at that New Year's Eve. She was a chaperone at the youth group New Year's Eve party.
I'm sure that if mom wanted a man in her life, she would have no problem getting one. She was five, six and had gray, almost white hair. It had begun turning when mom was thirty two. Her face was pretty, but plain and her expression made her appear as sweet and innocent as she really was.
Though she tried to hide it, mom had a great body. She was forty nine and most women half her age would have loved to be built like her. She had double D breasts that were heavy and full, pulled down by their own weight and supported by their mass. Her waist was thick but smooth and her hips were wide and rounded. She had a great ass and thick, shapely legs. She usually wore loose fitting, baggy slacks and her dresses were all hemmed below her knees.
Anyway, that New Year's Eve, mom had already left for her chaperone duty. It was a little after nine and I had just stepped into the shower before I got dressed to go out. Just as I reached for the soap I heard a tap-tap-tap on the door. "What?" I hollered.
The door opened and my sister's pretty face looked in. "Can I come in for a minute?" she asked, "I really have to pee."
"Yeah, sure," I said.
She stood by the bowl and began undoing her pants. "Don't look," she said.
"Like you have something I haven't seen before," I said.
"Well, you haven't seen mine before," she said, sitting down. Her smooth, shapely legs were uncovered from her hips to her ankles. I could hear the tinkle of pee hitting the toilet water.
"Yes, I have," I told her, 'We used to bathe together and we skinny dipped together, too."
"Oh, yeah," she smiled, "I forgot about that. But, still, you haven't seen the improved version."
"You want to show me?' I asked, only half joking.
"I think that's called incest," Laura said.
"Not if all I do is look," I teased, "I'm improved, too. I'll show you my improvements if you show me your improvements."
"I don't think so," Laura said, still smiling. With her palm down, she flicked her fingers at me, gesturing for me to turn away.
I looked straight ahead but from the corner of my eye, I saw her stand, wipe between her legs and pull her pants back up. "See you," she said, stepping out and closing the door.
As I lathered my body, I wondered what I would have done if Laura had shown me her "improvements." It had been three months since I saw a naked woman and I wondered if I really wanted to see my sister nude or if I was just horny.
I was just about to step out of the shower when I heard it again. Tap-tap-tap. "Yyyeeesssss," I called.
