If only I'd knocked. If only she had closed her door. If only I had turned and left quietly when I had the chance.
These are my thoughts when I think back to how it happened. But...... If those things had occurred then I wouldn't be able to look back now to those events.
It all began when my sister came to visit me. I was at my second year at university, living in a two bedroom flat with James, who I had befriended last year. Mum thought it would be nice if Laura came to spend her October half term with me, rather than just kicking about the house. Laura was a couple of years younger than me and still at school. I wasn't sure but mum reminded me how well a similar visit had gone last year. It's true - she came to stay for a week and we had great fun. I took great pride in being the older brother, showing her around uni and all my friends.
I agreed she could stay. We made the arrangements and James said she could stay in his room and he could stay at his girlfriends. Last year when Laura came to stay, I just had a room and she had to sleep on the floor. This would be much better, as we had a flat to ourselves, especially as I would want to see my new girlfriend, Stacey.
Laura arrived on the sunday. I had heard other family members speaking of how she was growing up and I realised it was true. She had always been a bit chubby but now that puppy fat was going. She was taller, slimmer, her hair was longish light brown. Her clothes slightly gothish.
Nothing happened at first, Sunday and Monday was a mixture of shopping, takeaways and tv/dvd watching. I had a lecture Monday afternoon so she went to town with her new camera.
Tuesday I had lectures till three in the afternoon so I met her for a coffee in town before we went home. I made a lasagne (one of my few cooking successes) then we played on my xbox for a while.
Laura said she was going to have a shower and I asked her if she'd like a coffee after.
Now the flat has a long hallway leading from front to back. On the left hand side are, in turn, the lounge, bedroom 1, kitchen, bathroom, then finally bedroom 2. Laura had bedroom 2.
When I heard her coming out the shower I was in the kitchen.
"Do you want that coffee now?" I called out as she turned to her room, wearing a dressing gown.
"Please," she replied.
"On it's way," I called out again.
I made the coffee and slowly walked towards her room. The door was half open so I went in, looking down at my feet in case I tripped and spilled the coffee.
Once about two steps inside the room I slowly looked up. What my eyes saw was two bare legs and a bare ass. I sort of froze. As I said at the beginning at this point I could have quietly turned and left the room but no I just stared.
As my eyes focussed on her ass cheeks, she turned and that ass became a neat little triangle of curly black pubic hair. Still frozen to the spot I slowly looked up, to her belly and finally to a pair of breasts. Naked, smooth, young, firm, not too big and not too small. I stared, my mouth hanging open, probably like a zombie.
"Paul!!!!!" she exclaimed.
"Oh god oh god I'm sorry."
"What are you doing?"
"Sorry, I erm I should've knocked, I'm sorry."
"It's my fault, I left the door open," she said.
"Err, I'll put your coffee here. I'll go," I stammered pointing to a table. With that I turned and left. Good idea. Looking back now I note that she made no attempt to cover herself, either with clothes or hands. I went to the kitchen, got my coffee and went to watch tv.
About thirty minutes later, Laura came in and sat on an armchair. She was wearing what looked like one of our dad's old shirts. Big, down to her knees, baggy and dark blue. I tried to act normally and so did she. Before too long we were laughing at the comedy show on tv and all seemed forgotten.
