Rheta was wearing a burgundy dress that came down just past her knees. Held up by a pair of spaghetti straps, the tight bodice of the dress hugged my sister’s body sensually, while the neckline plunged down below her magnificent chest that stood high and proud. Her lack of bra was confirmed when, like me, she did a twirl and I saw that the back of the dress was open with only a couple of Xs of straps down her back. Her peach shaped ass was, like her breasts, hugged to perfection to showcase itself by the dress. The nylons she wore were black with floral patterns and a thick seam that ran up the back of her legs. Her heels were no more than two inches and the same burgundy as her dress.
As she finished turning, my eyes were scanning back up her body to her face. Her long hair had been lightly curled and instead of the usual bun on top, it was now a loose ponytail (again, picture Azula from Avatar, during the end of the Beach episode). She’d given herself a burgundy smoky eye, and her lips were the same shade of lipstick as the dress. In her ears were stud earrings that held our birthstone (ruby). As I finished giving her a once over, my eyes met hers and she smiled brightly at me.
“…Wow!” was all I could say. Seeing that she had literally made me speechless caused Rheta to blush and give a small smile. The added colour to her cheek was all I could take, but that smile-that too preciously cute smile-had me blindly reaching for the counter to steady myself to keep from being knocked to my ass. God help anyone who tried to ignore the clear advances my sister was sending me, for you’d need help if you missed signs that big and obvious.
I thought it was tunnel vision, but when she put her hand on mine, I realized that she’d made her way behind the island with me and had already grabbed the spatula that I’d been in search of when she came down the stairs. “Would the gentleman be so kind as to escort me to my seat?” she asked, batting her eyelashes coquettishly at me.
I don’t think she realized how wrapped around her finger I was in that moment. I would have pushed Scarlett Johansson into a bus if she’d’ve asked me to right then. I still don’t know how but somehow, I managed to simply offer her my arm, offer her a smile and say, “Right this way, my lady.” Smiling as she took my offered arm, Rheta and I walked to the table where I pulled out her chair, and pushed it in once she had sat down.
It was when Mom stood up that I remembered that she was there, and still in just her kimono. The fact that I’d forgotten all of that should tell you how taken aback I was by Rheta’s appearance. “It would appear that I’m slightly underdressed,” she said as she gave us both a once over. “You two start without me while I go change.” Not bothering to hear our half-hearted attempts to say we’d wait, Mom left for upstairs to change.
Turning back to Rheta, I slid around the table, taking her plate and the spatula with me, so that I could serve her some lasagna. “Say when,” I said as I hovered the utensil over the pan and pulled back to see how much my sister wanted to eat. “The garlic bread should just about be done, I put it in just before I heard you come down,” I informed her, being able to think clearly once I wasn’t looking at her. Making my way back to the oven, I turned on the light and looked inside to see the dusting of cheese we’d put on starting to bubble. Taking them out and dumping them into the basket I just realized Rhe had left beside the oven for this very reason, I brought the garlic bread to the table and put a couple pieces on her plate. Serving myself a similar sized portion of lasagna as I’d given Rheta, I picked up her glass. “Drink?”
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