"I am bored!" exclaimed Jessica, as she plopped herself down next to me on the bed. I had to move to the left to keep her from bumping into me. Her weight, and the force with which she hit the bed, caused sort of a wave in the mattress, and made my body to jump up a little.
"And...! What am I supposed to do about it?" I replied without looking away from the screen of my phone. I was busy scrolling through my social media stream, which was my way of dealing with my own boredom. I was feeling bored too. I had my clothes and shoes on, trying to decide what to do next. I was planning to just go out and be somewhere else, instead of being at home.
"Nothing. I am just saying, that's all." She seemed half there and half somewhere else.
She had plunked herself next to me in a backward sort of way. I was lying sideways on the bed, with my feet dangling on the left side and my head resting on the right side. She jumped from the right side, face down, with her head facing left, and her feet to the right. She used her elbows to support herself on the bed and to keep her weight off her boobs. Once she was settled in that position, she casually lifted her feet off the bed with her legs bent at the knees and started to sway them slowly in the air.
She was wearing her Crocks, that she had decorated with various tiny, plastic thingamajigs. As I looked up towards the ceiling, I saw the top of her shoes pointing downward in my view. It was weird to see them dangling upside down. She had no socks on, so I could see her toes with bright orange nail polish gleaming down in my direction.
"Why don't you find something to read, or watch something on TV?"
"Na! Done all that. Nothing seems to be helping."
I took my eyes off the phone and turned to look at her. I was startled to find my face right next to her thighs, looking down on her legs and right onto her butt. At first, I had this strong urge to sit up because I felt kind of strange about being so close to her ass. Then I decided to just let it be. After all, I didn't get so close to her on purpose. It just happened, kind of accidentally. It was she who had positioned herself that way next to me. Besides, I was feeling kind of lazy and getting up seemed too much of a trouble.
"Doesn't your college give you any homework to do, or something, to keep you busy?"
"Nothing is due, or urgent. I don't feel like doing any of it."
She settled herself on the bed even further by extending her arms forward and putting her chest flat on the bed. I guess keeping her weight off her boobs was no longer the issue.
She didn't seem to be aware of the intimate pose that we were in. I was so close to her thighs that I could clearly see the small, delicate hair on her legs. They were barely visible, but I could still see them.
To make matters worse, she was wearing these white, high-rise shorts that fit very snuggly around her curves. My sister has a nice, full ass, and I was looking right at it so up close. It seemed a little unsettling to have such a vivid view of it, but at the same time, there was a certain appeal to seeing it in such a carefree way. She did not know that I was looking at her ass and I didn't have to look away quickly, as I normally do when she passes in front of me on occasion.
In addition, as her feet continued to sway, her thighs would open slightly and then close gently with each move, teasing me to look right at the juncture where her thighs met and where her special parts lay hidden behind her shorts. To be honest, it was an intriguing display, a very titillating site. Sometimes things just work out in such a way that an ordinary thing becomes quite interesting.
Suddenly I felt a rush as I realized that I was looking in the general area where her pussy was. I almost lost my breath when that thought hit me. I have never had the occasion before to be looking at that view, and from that angle, and now that I was right there, the whole thing was--let's just say--confusing. On the one hand, I was looking at my sister's private area so very close, which is something I am not supposed to be doing, or even have the chance to do it; on the other hand, she put herself in front of me in such a way that I had no choice but to look at her private area so uninhibitedly. I shouldn't have been looking at her so closely, but that view was so stimulating that I couldn't resist the urge to keep watching. Since she wasn't even aware of what was happening, I was in no hurry to stop looking.
I finally had to stop, though, once the guilt of ogling her surpassed the intrigue of seeing her special area. I sat up quickly just to shake those thoughts from my head. She turned towards me with a start and asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing," I replied as I looked at her. Her hair seemed a bit ruffled; I am sure due to her jumping on the bed. I reached over and pulled them together.
"Thanks," she said, somewhat lazily.
"Hey, I know how to get you over your boredom."
"Really! How?!" She also got up and sat on the bed. I don't know how to explain it, but that sight of her sitting on her knees, her hands folded in her lap, and her eyes fixed on my face, was very attractive. She looked very sexy.
"There's a new chicken place that recently opened. Let's go check it out."
She seemed very excited at the suggestion and jumped off the bed, quite effortlessly. I grabbed my keys from my dresser and moved towards the door. Just before I passed her on the way out, something came to my mind. I stopped in front of her and said, "Let me first look at you, see how you are dressed. I don't know if I want to be seen with you the way you are dressed."
"Hey!" She protested. "There is nothing wrong with the way I am dressed. I always wear shorts and a T-shirt."
I gave her a full look and then said, "Okay, but you have to lose the Crocks."
"What should I wear then?"
"I would prefer some high heels," I said casually, but in reality, I was just pushing to see how far I could play it. Needless to say, I was feeling a bit mushy, and I was having fun with her.
"High heels?!" She seemed a bit confused. "Why the high heels? I don't even own any high-heeled shoes."
"Too bad, then." I started to walk out. "I guess you can't go then."
"Wait!" She started thinking quickly. "I think mom has some. Let me go and steal her shoes. I'll be right back."
She ran quickly to our mom's room. Mom was probably downstairs somewhere. I went out of the house and walked to my car. She came running out a little while later. She had these white, high heels on and was trying to keep her balance as she hurried to the car.
When we made it to the chicken place, it was packed. There were cars lined up in the drive-thru, stretching back quite some distance. People were standing in lines at the counter, and those lines came all the way out to the parking lot. We must have waited almost forty-five minutes before it was our turn to order. Luckily, we were able to get a small table as soon as the couple sitting there was done and we jumped on it. I couldn't believe the place was so busy, even though the food didn't quite live up to the hype.
Jessica received a lot of attention, as I had assumed she would. After we finished our meal, we sat there for a while just chilling. That's when she asked me, "So, why did you want me to wear high heels."
I was in a very pleasant mood, so I answered her just the way I felt. "You look so hot in your outfit. I knew that high heels would make you look even hotter."
She didn't expect such a forthright answer and was somewhat taken aback at my compliment. It took her a while to ask, "You think I look hot?!"
