An odd feeling hit me, and I tried to push it aside. “You’re expecting me to see you in your underwear more?”
“I don’t know about expecting it. But if you do, I’d like to have something a bit nicer.”
Only a slight flush of Kylie’s cheeks gave away that she was being anything other than purely practical. Her reasoning had a certain logic to it, but I wasn’t sure that I entirely liked it. That said, I couldn’t help wondering and picturing what sort of panties she might pick out, and how they’d look on her.
Why oh why did I have to get the sister that accommodated me seeing her in her underthings? It was way too complicated.
I got lost in my own thoughts to the point where we were headed out of the store, and I belatedly realized I didn’t even know what Kylie had purchased for underwear. I didn’t ask. I’d probably find out sooner or later.
Kylie slipped her free hand into mine as we made the return journey. I didn’t fight it. It was kind of nice, and arguably wasn’t even that weird for siblings to do.
“Thanks for going with me,” she said.
I shrugged. “You didn’t really need me.”
“Nuh uh. You know I did.” She playfully bumped her shoulder against mine. “‘Sides, I might not have bought the jeans that make my butt look so nice if you weren’t here.”
“Well hey, maybe that’ll encourage you to actually wear pants when I come visit.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
And now my thoughts were on Kylie’s ass again. Goddammit. I probably needed to stop worrying about it. It was her fault as much as mine. Probably more than mine, really. And she didn’t seem concerned.
I slipped my hand out of Kylie’s grasp. She frowned at me, but it faded almost immediately when I grabbed her butt. I cupped my palm over her ass cheek for a moment, then retook her hand.
“Naughty,” she said.
I said nothing.
“Does my butt feel good?” she asked after a quiet moment.
“Is that a serious question?”
“Maybe I just want you to say it.”
I hesitated, then lowered my voice to ensure that no one else would hear. Not that anyone was particularly close, or cared about anything other than their own silly little lives.
“Your butt makes it very hard to be your brother,” I said.
Kylie took a moment to process, then apparently decided she liked my statement. She squeezed my hand tighter for a second. “Good.”
“Good?”
“Well I must have a nice butt if it’s worth disowning me over.”
I gazed sidelong at Kylie. Her expression remained innocent and unconcerned. “Your logic frightens me sometimes.”
****
Kylie changed into her new jeans as soon as we got back. I didn’t think she was trying to mess with me too badly, but she also didn’t shy away from showing off her butt in them when given a chance.
It was getting late enough that we were both hungry, and Kylie’s kitchen was in its usual state of barely stocked. We ordered pizza, which I only later realized meant I was sticking around for a while.
I didn’t have a problem with hanging out into the evening. I had no other plans. What was a little odd was that Kylie seemed intent on keeping me around, and hadn’t even darted straight for her painting area to make use of some fresh inspiration.