I quietly replied, “Hard not to, she’s almost as pretty as you.”
She looked at me and raised an eyebrow then gently shook her sister, softly saying, “Lynn dear, time for bed.”
I suspected she had already been half awake as she seemed to come to quickly and sat up, giving us a sleepy smile, “Hey you two, how was the gig?”
We both replied that it had been a wonderful evening, she regarded us quizzically, trying to place something then teased, “Sharon, did they take your underwear at the door, I was sure you were wearing your own when you left and your tits weren’t flapping about.”
I nipped to the toilet and as I headed back, I paused as I heard Sharon admonish her about the wine and general malaise. “He was a fucking waster that was never, ever going to be good enough for you.” I heard her say to Lynn, her weakly replying that she would get herself sorted out. Then some quieter chat as they obviously were hugging then Lynn saying goodnight.
She rounded the corner as I waited, surprising me a little. “Hi,” she brightened then standing up, kissed me on the cheek. “Night,” she said, then whispered, “I knew you were looking at my bum”, then grabbed a handful of mine and scooted off giggling.
I turned and went back into the room, finding Sharon standing with her arms folded, “I don’t know,” she sounded mildly exasperated, “Sometimes I think all she needs someone like you to give her a good fucking to reset her benchmark on what a real man is supposed to be like. It’s just loser after loser.”
“Lynn will find someone to give her what she needs, she’s cut from the same cloth as you. It just takes time, eventually it rewards you with the experience you need to progress.” I consoled, “Besides, it takes me all my time to keep up with you.” She smiled and gave me a big hug, kissing me. I left her and headed home, many different thoughts swirling around.
The week followed the usual pattern. Sharon asked if I wanted to have lunch with Lynn and her, a thing we sometimes did. I headed out and met Sharon at work and we walked over to meet Lynn at the little Italian place we liked in town. On the way Sharon hinted that she though Lynn might be getting crush on me, and gently teased me about it. I asked her why she thought that.
“I was still wearing your boxers the morning after the gig,” she started, “I was in the kitchen grabbing breakfast and Lynn came down and joked about the size of them on me and I told her all that mattered was that you filled them.” She paused and bit her lip, “Don’t be mad but we were talking about cock sizes and yours in particular. Just the way it went, it was pretty odd chat but she seemed overly interested. I think she was just horny.” She concluded.
I said half jokingly, “Well, that’s not going to make this lunch or staying two weeks with you pair awkward at all.”
She just laughed, “What can I say, we’re sisters. We overshare, on a lot of things.”
“More than just the clothes?” I quizzed her.
“Everything except boys,” she replied then nudged me, giggling, “So far.” Both of us laughing as we left it at that.
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