My sister likes taking risks

“If I could ever take one on a date,” Emily said, “Let alone bring him home.”

“Exactly.”

We sighed in unison. “Do I really look that good?” Emily asked, “Not to my brother. But if you put your, like, guy goggles on.”

I mimed putting on a pair of glasses and then slowly studied my sister from head to toe. “Yup, pretty hot. From what I can see, anyway.”

“You’re saying if you saw me naked, you might change your mind?” Emily asked.

“It’s just that… Well, your clothes aren’t exactly revealing.” Emily was wearing a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants and a beat up, white t-shirt. It looked comfortable, but she wasn’t asking me about comfort.

Emily smiled at me. I knew that smile. It was the one that said she was about to do something dangerous. My sister had always been a bit of a risk taker. One of the reasons she didn’t have a car, that Mom actually dropped her off at school every morning, was that my parents were terrified whenever she was behind the wheel.

“So if I take off my shirt, you might give me a more honest appraisal?” Emily asked. She didn’t even wait for my response, just ripped her t-shirt over her head. Now my big sister was sitting in front of me in only a thin, white bra. Without the shirt, I saw that she’d sold her breasts short. They were actually pretty big, standing pertly on her chest. It was all those loose clothes she wore — they made her look less endowed than she was.

“Your turn,” Emily said.

Reflexively, I looked behind me. Though I can’t imagine what I was worried about. We were a full flight of stairs under the rest of the house. There was a thick metal fire door at the top that my father insisted had to stay closed at all times when we were downstairs. In fact, my parents never even came down there — they’d always just knock and yell if they needed something.

The house was old, too, with thick walls and floors that seemed to swallow sound. Emily and I could have started a heavy metal band down there and my parents wouldn’t know until we invited them to our first concert.

Sure that the coast was clear, I stripped off my shirt and tossed it to the side. Emily’s eyes went wide.

“Holy fuck, Ryan!” she said, and started tracing the muscles in arms, my chest, “When did you get these?”

“I don’t know,” I said. Honestly it wasn’t something I really paid attention to. I was trying for a soccer scholarship and so I’d been working out at least twice a day, once with the team and once on my own. “I guess getting ready for the season, I just…”

“You wear such loose clothing,” Emily said, “I never really noticed.”

Her hand hadn’t left my bare skin. I couldn’t help myself — I reached out and touched the top of her boob.

“Holy fuck, Emily,” I said, “When the fuck did you get these?”

My sister gave me a dirty look, but she didn’t push me away. “I was 12, remember. You were there.”

“Yeah, but, I mean… You were complaining about your boobs before but these are really awesome,” I said, still touching the tops of her tits. “You’ve got an incredible body, Sis.”