I watched my younger sister, Helen going back and forth for about the tenth time in maybe an hour or so, seemingly for no real reason, except for once when she had a glass and a little plate with cookies or something, In her hands. If she weren't so nice to look at, I would have found her aimless wandering annoying, especially since I was finding it difficult to concentrate on the tennis game I was viewing on the TV; for some unknown reason I was feeling out of sorts and unsettled.
Each time Helen passed by, and I turned my head to look at her, and she flashed me one of her sweet, killer smiles, I couldn't help admiring how beautiful she was, how gracefully she walked and how deep a smile she possessed. But she seemed kind of restless, and I thought I knew why, because her situation was much the same as mine - we were both two young people alone at home on a Saturday night - one in a long string of Saturday nights, of late.
I liked it when she passed by certain spots in the house and light from a wall or floor lamp hit her near-sheer short nightie just right, outlining her splendid, slightly thick hourglass figure for a moment. I could see she was wearing a little blue thong under the pink nightie, and it was hard not to be a little titillated by the sight. But after the first three or four walk byes, I stopped averting my eyes from the alluring bumps and curves and let my eyes absorb the sweetness and run it through my head. The result was a little, controlled stirring in my pubic area. I smiled inside at the tiny impropriety, labelling it a harmless natural reaction.
I couldn't imagine how my sister Helen could be in this position - dateless. Her last relationship, one that she'd been in for three years, had ended about six months ago. And I felt that with her kind of good looks, charm and smarts, she should have been back in the dating game almost immediately. Instead, her social life had ebbed dramatically. I felt it would be nice if she came and watched some TV with me ... maybe chat a little.
"Hey, you doing one of those anywhere you are workouts they have on YouTube?" I asked.
She laughed: "No, I just keep forgetting what I came to get or do ... my memory is a bit scrambled these days ... must be old age stepping in."
I laughed, because Helen was Twenty-two and I twenty-five.
"Or loneliness," I suggested.
"That too," she replied.
"You can come and find something to look at; I'm not really into this game ... just sitting here because ..."
"I don't feel like TV either; I'll just go lie in my bed and try to get some early sleep ... I'm glad mom and dad won't be coming home later to disturb my sleep ... you know I sleep like a cat," she said, followed by an amused chuckle, as she walked away.
I instantly manufactured an image of Helen lying in bed asleep in her short nightie, one knee bent and drawn up, backing me. The little stirring down there stirred a bit harder, and I felt a strong need to pursue the possibility of seeing my lovely little sister like that. Voyeurism can aid in tempering horniness when a real outlet is not at hand, I thought - like half a loaf is better than none.
I waited until I thought she might have dozed off or at least settled down in a relaxed and less than modest position. My plan was to give a barely audible knock and then enter quickly. I took a deep breath, and I got up and walked to her room. I didn't have to knock; the door was almost fully open, and she was lying as I had imagined, with the drawn-up leg, but she was facing the doorway, almost expectantly
"Can't sleep, eh? I asked as she looked up at me.
"You know," she said chuckling.
"Only too well ... Saturday nights are not for sleeping, unless you're old ... and look, even mom and dad, who are old have gone out, while we are stuck here."
We both started laughing. Our parents had gone away for the weekend, and an old folks birthday party at relatives out in the countryside.
"Our situation reminds me of the song 'two less lonely people in the world' except that for us it's the reverse ... we're two more lonely people in the world ... because, unlike in the song, we are not lovers finding each other," I told her.
She seemed to find this hilarious; she laughed hard, then added:
"Maybe we can make it 'too less lonely people in the world' - by keeping each other company, or, as we are on songs, do as another one suggests, 'keep each other warm'"
"Sounds good; and talking about warm ... I'm going to the bathroom, and had intended fixing myself a drink when I went back down ... you want one?"
"Yeah, I think I could use a drink ... might help me sleep," she replied.
"Fine, what will you have?"
"Whatever you will be having." She said.
"You sure?" I asked, looking at her curiously
"Why not, I'm at home in my own bed. I don't have to be afraid of getting drunk and passing out or puking in public."
I returned with two tall glasses of vodka mix. Helen was sitting on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. As she took her drink, I said.
"Here's to two less lonely people in the world ... well at least for a few minutes."
"Hopefully, for much longer than a few minutes," she said, as we touched glasses.
She took a long drag and shivered playfully.
"Wow, an instant high," she said, and surprisingly, almost immediately, took a next drink, but only a quick sip, this time.
She drew up a leg, placing her foot on the mattress and I got to see what I had come along, in the first place, hoping to see - A prime look at Helen's panty hugged private mound. It was a truly bewitching sight and I almost choked, as an attractive and tempting but scary thought entered my mind as my cock began a rapid swelling. I decided that voyeurism, instead of tempering my condition, might just lead to some indiscretion on my part and an embarrassing tension or worse, between me and my sister, that might not be worth some fleeting titillation. I decided to play dumb as a way of escaping the predicament.
"Enjoy, your high," I said, turning to walk away, as I felt a pronounced pressure in my shorts.
"Hey, where you going ... I don't want to come looking for you when I need a refill ... and I thought we were going to keep each other's company and each other warm" Helen said, pointing to a little bucket chair.
"Oh ... yeah ... but I didn't think you meant in here, your bedroom," I said feeling foolish and younger than my baby sister, but feeling some satisfaction, knowing that I had at least tried to get away from taboo temptation.
I spun the chair around to face her and sat down. She dragged herself up against the bedrest in a leaned back position, one leg pulled up. The nightie hem dropped away, displaying a rise of crotch from another angle to the previous one that had me trying to flee the room a few minutes ago. I also noticed that her nipples had sprung up and were pushing hard against the nightie cupping her full, high and round breasts. I felt that things were getting out of hand in my head as I my eyes surveyed Helen's luscious, light-brown body. I told myself 'bro, just be strong and enjoy the show for what it is. Don't think of anything, don't expect anything'.
"Well, it's not so bad being old folks at home on a Saturday night ... with the help of this I'm kinda enjoying it, already," Helen said, looking at the drink in her hand.
