I stopped short as I passed the room. Tossing my mobile phone in one hand and cocking my head to the side to run the image over my mind. I slowly took two steps backward and stood by the open door.
It was my kid sister’s room, Diana, the light from the hallway was spilling into the gloom and splashing across her bed. I could see one of her legs in the yellow glow, a long, shapely leg interesting enough to have caught my eye. I looked down and smiled wryly. That wasn't all it had caught. I tossed my phone one more time, my mind rushing way ahead of my actions and then I silently slipped into the room. Everyone was out and we were the only two in the house. Diana was 18 but she was in bed early as she had some kind of school exam tomorrow. I am older than her, 24 and I was home visiting from the City where I work as a Banker. My younger sister had caught my eye in the last couple of years, the tight clothes she seemed to wear when I was around here, and the last time she had come to visit me she had slept in one of my T-Shirts, with no underwear. Over the last couple of days since I had been there she had really seemed to change. The older man in me watched the progression from young coltish girl to sexually active woman with interest and I wondered what to make of the snippets of conversation I had heard around the house.
The room was lit by a bed side lamp. The furnishing was late high school with some teddy bears from her childhood and some boy band posters still hanging up. Our narrowing age gap and the recent developments were accentuated by the expensive make-up on her dresser and the wonder bra on the floor. She was sleeping on top of the covers, which struck me as strange, as the room was not overly warm. I raised my eyebrows and nearly laughed out loud when I realized she was wearing one of my T-Shirts again, an old one which had been washed many times and was way too small for me. My eye traveled over the Nike insignia and remained fixed on the tight curve of her full breast under the material. As I watched she moaned and turned on the bed, I stiffened momentarily and then my eyebrows shot up again as her body fell into the pool of light from the lamp. She brushed her hand over her breast, and then slowly pulled it back, leaving an erect nipple poking through the Swoosh in its wake.
Her other leg had followed her half turn and as a result her legs had fallen open, spread wide as if she was in Labor. The tight t-shirt willingly gave up the battle and rode up to her waist. I swallowed hard as I saw her tight white thong. Again she moaned and this time my body relaxed as I saw her hand reach for her breast to squeeze it briefly as she half arched her back into the caress.
