“Having fun looking?” she asked.
“What are you….”
My words tailed off when she straightened and turning around held up the small mirror she’s had hidden in her hand.
“Get a nice view or should I bend over some more?”
“I…what’s up with you tonight?” I asked.
“Me?” she gave me a sly smile, “Nothing, I’m not the one gawking at my sister.”
Putting the mirror down on the desk she gave me another odd smile and raising her arms over her head, made a show of stretching. I started to look away when she said, “Go on, get a look at my tits, you know you want to.”
There was something strange in the way she said it, as if she really were trying to encourage me to do it. Even though I knew I shouldn’t she had already caught me gawking so why worry now? I stared directly at her chest and tried to keep my mouth from opening. The shirt was short as it was and had risen when she stretched. I could just make out the curve of the bottom of her tits and could feel my cock starting to twitch in the shorts I was wearing.
Alicia’s tits weren’t big, but weren’t that small either. But on her long slender frame they looked just right. I could see her nipples poking through the thin material of the shirt and at this point hoped to hell she didn’t look down at my crotch. I dropped my eyes and took in her flat stomach with the small diamond stud in her naval, then decided to actually look at her face.
Alicia responded with a big smile and batting her long lashes at me pushed her full lips into the pout that had let her get away with murder with my father and most of the time with me as well.
“Like what you see, little brother.” She asked, dropping her arms and walking over to me.
“Are you drunk?” I took a nervous step back from her.
“No, I just want to know what you think.”
“I think your drunk or you’re fucking with me.” I told her sitting on the bed and casually putting my hands in my lap to cover my semi hard cock.
“Funny you should say that.”
She gave me a laugh that sounded nervous and going back to my desk, grabbed the rolled up newspaper she had brought in with her. She walked slowly over to me and I carefully kept my eyes on the floor as she sat next to me.
“What’s with the paper?” I asked, still looking down at my bare feet and avoiding looking at hers.
“Well before I get to that, let me ask you a question.”
“Okay.”
“Andy, do you think I’m hot?”
“Apparently, seeing you’re walking around next to naked.” I said dryly.
“You know what I mean; do you think I’m sexy?”
“You’re my sister.”
“I’m also a girl only two years older than you.” She sighed, “Look at me, will you?”
I rolled my eyes and looked over at her, careful to keep my eyes on her face.
“Just answer the question,” she pointed at herself, “If I wasn’t your sister and you saw me in that under twenty one club you go to all the time would you think I was hot?”
“Why?” I asked cautiously wondering what she was trying to lead me into.
“Jesus, Andy!” Alicia snapped, “Stop being such a dumb little brother and just answer the question!”
I stared at her for a moment, and then shrugged. “I think you can tell by the tips you get and the guys always coming around that you’re hot sis.”