“Couldn’t you glare at me and call me a perv or something?” I asked.
“Why?”
“‘Cause I saw your… pussy.”
Kylie snorted in amusement. “That was my fault. Not yours so much.”
“See, there you go being calm and rational about it again. I hate when you do that.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. It’s too… it’s wrong. It’s just wrong.”
Kylie considered. “So I should get mad at you and say or do hurtful things? Just so we can be normal?”
“I mean… yes? Kinda?”
She shook her head. “And I’m supposed to be the weird one.”
I set my jaw and stared straight ahead at the movie. I wasn’t going to win this argument. If Kylie wasn’t bothered by me seeing her bits, then she wasn’t going to be convinced to be bothered.
It wasn’t really about that anyway. I was trying to make it about her reaction, the same way I basically always tried to make it about her whenever I caught her in various states of undress. I’d never seen her fully naked before, nor had such a framed shot of her pussy, but it had been a close thing a few times.
If I was being honest, and I tried really hard not to be when it came to Kylie’s body, I was more annoyed with myself.
I’d never wanted to be one of those pervo little brothers who discovered that his sister was, in fact, a girl, and so therefore had all the interesting parts that other girls had, which in turn meant I should try to sneak peeks of said parts. If I had been that kind of brother, Kylie would have made an ideal sister. She was careless with covering up and had never once gotten mad merely because I’d seen something I shouldn’t.
And now here I was, brand new images of Kylie in my head, feeling like I should be punished for it, yet having no source of punishment available. She was just as likely to show me more if I asked as to get annoyed and hit me with something.
I kept glancing at her, and sometimes she’d glance back, one eyebrow slightly raised in invitation of a question. I needed to say something more, just to get my feelings out somehow, but I didn’t want to try arguing again. It would be just as doomed as my first attempt.
“You shaved it,” I said out of nowhere. I was pretty sure the statement surprised me more than it did Kylie.
“Yeah. I did.”
Easy, calm acceptance of fact. I wished I could do that as well as she could sometimes.
“Was that for a boy?” I asked.
She looked at me like I was stupid. “How many boys do you think ever see it? Not counting you, obviously.”
“Not that obvious,” I grumbled. “It was only an accident.”
Kylie waited for an actual answer.
“Ok, fine,” I said. “I don’t know. I just thought maybe…”
“Maybe I was finally seeing someone for real?”
“Yeah.”
She shook her head. “No such luck. I’m terrible at that stuff. And even if I wasn’t, you probably would have met by now, if he was around for long enough to be seeing me like that.”
“Don’t act like you’re that shy. You’re definitely not.”
Kylie actually seemed surprised. “You think I’m the same around other people as I am around you?”
“Well… kinda. Not really, but kinda.”
“Tyler, you’re my brother. You’re you. I’m more comfortable with you than I’m ever gonna be with anyone else.”