All I could say is, “Yeah. I think so.”
“It seemed too clinical the other way.” I couldn’t move and she paused meeting my eyes again, “You wanted to watch right?”
“Uh, Yeah. Hell yeah.”
“Thought you were changing your mind.” She laughed at the unlikeliness of her comment, and kicked her jeans away. I wanted to just basically stare, but it seemed weird. Not knowing what to do with my hands as my sister began her little striptease I picked up a magazine and started flipping the pages.
Yeah, that’s it, the magazine had my interest, not my sisters soft legs and pink panties now visible as she lifted her top over her head revealing a matching little pink bra. Her panties had this V beneath her navel dipping low between her legs, and the bra came across her breasts just above her aureoles.
“Pink panties.” I said.
“Yeah, your favorite. Eh,” She bit her lower lip, that smirk. God, when did she become irresistible? I had seen her do that her whole life, now suddenly so sexy. She stood with her knees pointing together in front of me, barefoot in the lightest of lingerie.
I said, “That you know I like pink panties is is kind of…”
“Weird. We know a lot of things now.” she finished.
She dropped her jersey on top of her jeans and stood facing me, not three feet away. I had not seen my sister in panties and bra in a long time, and then fleeting glances, of her turning away from me, through doorways or her running by me. Today I was looking right at her as she faced me, showing me, revealing herself. What was happening? I could not even trace the trail of how we got here. She had small breasts under the nice matching pink bra, the kind that does not sag but holds out perfectly from her body like a tear drop. I looked into her eyes, and up and down her body, could feel her satisfaction at being watched. She liked her power just then, the attention, the allure, acknowledgment of her beauty..
She bent over, grabbing her jeans and top and walked into the bathroom.
“I’m putting these away, and I got to pee.”
I heard the toilet flush and then a radio playing softly. She came back and I watched as she unclasped her bra at the front and let it open and fall to her sides, slide down her arms. So nonchalant. Like she was by herself. Shit, this was really happening. This was one of those moments in my life, I thought that would never happen again.
“We got a little more than one hour.”
I said, “You look beautiful.”
And she laughed. “Thanks, I guess. This is weird. What we do does not leave this room!”
She walked over and started the motorized treadmill, and in one final motion slipped her panties down, mooning me as she did, and kicked them over by the couch near her bra.
“Want a little Souvenir?” She said to me as she started the treadmill and got on, basically standing sideways to my gaze.
“So…This is it, this is what I do every day. Kind of boring.”
“I don’t know in what world this is boring. You got a tan.”
“Yeah. A little.”
“I never noticed. I can notice it now.”
“Yes you can.” She wiggled her butt at me. “I start out with a power walk, and move it to a nice jog.”