** Cheryl's First Night Home **
It was a large room as far as bedrooms go. The house Cheryl's mom and step dad had moved into from their old apartment was a spacious four bedroom house.
The wall between two of those rooms had been knocked down to produce this one. It had an enormous walk-in closet and its own bathroom with both sunken tub and large glass enclosed shower stall.
In one corner was the loft bed and under it a full-sized bed. There was a tall stepladder at the side, leading up to the loft bed. There were also two dressers and a desk arranged neatly in the room.
Tawnee lay on her back on her loft bed reading a book. Her hair was loose and thick and long and spread out all around her as she sprawled back, legs spread, one hand behind her back and the other holding the book above her.
She wore cotton, string bikini jockey shorts and a tank top. Because of the air-conditioning, her nipples pushed out against the thin top.
Cheryl sat at the desk, carefully typing on her laptop computer. She had her long, thick hair tightly pulled back from her forehead. She was ready for bed, wearing a small white nightshirt and panties.
Both of the young women had pretty blue eyes, small noses, beautiful features, flowing blonde hair, rather small frames, accentuated by unusually large breasts.
"Could you turn off the air-conditioning?" Tawnee asked.
"If you'd put some clothes on, Tawnee, you wouldn't be so cold," Cheryl replied.
"Up yours Cheryl," Tawnee replied. She gazed across the room at the other girl, then smiled.
"You don't need to be lazy."
"Stop being so bossy."
"I'm the oldest."
"Oh, Puuhhleeeasse. After that wrestling demonstration in the backyard with Karen, I think we proved that being the oldest doesn't always carry all that much weight!"
"That was with Karen, this is with YOU! Now if you want the AC turned off, get up and do it yourself! "
"Fine!" replied Tawnee, getting up to turn off the cold air.
Cheryl sighed and turned back to her computer. She had been working on writing a poem for her new friend Chris for the last several days and was close to wrapping it up.
Tawnee, on the other hand, was a bit different than her sister. Poetry was not so much her thing. For the most part, these days, her thing was mostly sports.
Her success with gymnastics had really done a lot to bolster her confidence. And now, she was getting more and more into wrestling. Though being fairly small, she was a natural athlete.
As for Cheryl, sitting punching at her computer keys, though she loved her sister dearly, she could get on her nerves as often as not. She deplored Tawnee's crudeness, jocks being low on her list.
Cheryl 's world was math and science. She had no hobbies or real interests outside school, and now she poured herself into her work. She spent most of her time studying when she was in school. She had always been a straight A student with a high A average.
Tawnee tended to be more of a B student.
Cheryl saved her file and turned off the computer, getting up and stretching her back, then yawning as she walked across to her bed.
She pulled back her covers and got in, snapping off the light beside her bed as she pulled the covers over herself.
"Are you going to bed, already?" Tawnee asked from above her on the bed.
"It's late and I have a big day tomorrow. Chris is coming over and swimming with me. If you don't mind, could you give us some time alone?" replied Cheryl.
Tawnee grumbled to herself, then got up and padded over to the restroom. Cheryl could hear her brushing her teeth as she tried to get comfortable in her bed.
Tawnee came back into the room, approached her step-ladder. She bent over and skimmed off her panties, then gripped her tank top cross armed and lifted it up and off with a single fluid motion, tossing it onto the floor besider her discarded panties.
Naked, she climbed up the ladder at the side of the loft and half somersaulted onto the bed above. She pulled the sheets around herself as Cheryl turned off the last light and the room was plunged into darkness.
Cheryl couldn't help but be surprised at how bold her sister had become since she had been away at school.
When she left, Tawnee was a slightly timid, young cheerleader hopeful. Now it seemed she had become a bit of an outspoken, almost showoff, jock-type.
This was not at all the little Tawnee she remembered! Not to mention that Tawnee was also starting to develop into an attractive young woman. Since she had started working out, her muscle tone was unmistakable.
Her hips had begun to take on the curve of a young woman, and her breasts looked almost identical to her own now...if not a little larger even.
