Two days after I moved home, I saw her sitting, with a towel wrapped around her, and she was staring at the floor. Sara wasn’t moving and to be honest she wasn’t doing a thing. That made me a little curious. Was something wrong, I asked myself? I kind of shrugged my shoulders and continued on to the room, Sara’s old one as a matter of fact, and I put on some boxers and pants before heading back to the bathroom. Again I walked by her bedroom. Still she was in a towel with nothing on underneath. And again it made me wonder. What’s going on?
I went and shaved and brushed my teeth. That took all of 10 minutes but when done, I headed back to my room. I looked once again but that time I stopped in the doorway. For some reason, seeing her in her towel, wrapped around her like it was, and displaying her tanned shoulders kind of did something for me. Why, I didn’t know, but it did.
“Sara” I said “are you alright? I’ve umm walked by here a couple times and well, I kind of noticed you haven’t umm moved an inch.”
Sara’s head and body turned, slightly to look at me. Wearing nothing but my pants, she got a good look at my upper body. Seeing as I worked outdoors on a land project for the government, I will admit my upper body had developed into more then I ever expected. In other words, I looked, I suppose, real, real fine. Chiseled with bending definitions all over, her eyes kind of took a refined peek at my upper body as if to say that I was looking good. Real, real good. I smiled but she didn’t. I’m basically a bigger guy but with all the work I did outdoors all that flabbiness seemed to reshape itself a little.
In a seriously somber tone, she said “Yeah, I guess so.”
The way she said it made it seriously hard to believe as far as I was concerned. I stood nearby, wondering what to say next as I looked down upon my towel covered sister whose shoulders were left open.
Finally I said “You’re not telling me something are you?”
She turned again and looked up into my eyes. “What do you mean? Everything is fine, Geoffrey. Everything” she went on to add. “Why do you keep on asking me that?”
I stepped closer and out of nowhere noticed a fair amount of cleavage creeping up and out of the towel she had on. I kind of thought I liked the look a little. My sister’s a pretty girl and all and like all us she also was involved in track and field.
Like us, she also threw shot and discuss and like us she was quite successful at it. However something more was going on here. As I stood beside the bed she sat on, I looked down at her and her thick and shapely figure which of course was still covered by that towel.
I tried using some of my charm what little there was of course. “Come on! What’s really going on Sara?” as I put on a smile and looked deeply into her eyes. She looked away and looked back down at the floor. “Sara?” I said. “What is really bothering you?”
She looked up again. “Nothing, Geoffrey, nothing” she said to me and with that I added as if I conceded and turned to walk out. As soon as I got to the doorway I heard “I’m fat. Don’t you see that? I’m a fat girl Geoffrey!”
I quickly turned around. I was stunned. I walked right back towards her bed. Looking at my sister, I kind of knew what it felt like to be “fat.” Yes I did. I knew that being in this family meant being a little bigger, a little flabbier as you will, but being in this family also had several advantages as well.
“Listen. All of us are a little bigger then the average person” I started to say as I walked closer to her bed. “Me, your two sisters, and obviously” and I paused but then added “You too.” Then I shrugged my shoulders and added “but that doesn’t mean you’re an unattractive girl. No way. It only means you’re a little bigger, a little thicker here and there, and look at it this way. You’re a bit sexier then lots of girls I know.”
She looked at me. She wore an expression which may have said, what the fuck are you talking about? I mean me sexy? Come on now Geoffrey. I’m not what you might call sexy in any way at all. She didn’t know how to respond to what I’d said. She felt it was a biased opinion if you want to know what I think and seeing as it came from my mouth. I mean, I am her older brother and she wasn’t about to make any sort of comment except to say “What the heck are you talking about, Geoffrey?”
“What do you mean what am I talking about?” I said. I shook my head and stepped even closer as my legs practically touched the bed. I looked down at her and as I did I saw more of that cleavage of hers which admitted to me that my sister had become a full grown woman in my mind. I decided to open up some more and told her what I felt was the truth. “You want to know the truth? What I think?” We stared at one another for a few seconds before she conceded and nodded her head. “Do you really?” I asked again and again she nodded saying yes as well. “You, Sara, are one very pretty young woman, if you want to know the god’s honest truth. That’s what I think. I mean, if I was any old guy, meaning young man that is, and I was staring at you” and I smiled as I added “in that towel of course, my hormones would be screaming too many unmentionables to be named here.” I paused a moment as we looked at each other and then said “Gosh Sara, you are as sexy as they come, girl. You really are” and that’s when I let my eyes fall. To her cleavage. That’s when my mind fell a little as well. “I mean, here I am standing beside you and here I am looking at your eyes, your smile, and when it appears I see your cuter then cute cheeks too. But there’s so much more to you too.”
“What do you mean?” she asked and that’s when I sat down as our conversation and relationship began to grow. She listened to my words, wondering what I was about to tell her. “Like what Geoffrey, like what?” she said.
“Like what do you mean like what?” I knew exactly what I wanted her to hear. “Listen, if you took off that towel, which we both know won’t happen, I’d show you a few things in the mirror about you. I mean, here we are, I’m looking at you in that towel, but I also see or almost see your breasts, Sara. Or better yet, I should I say more appropriately I see your cleavage. God Sara, you do have some of the most bountiful and beautiful cleavage, I think!” and I looked at that area. She seemed to let me too. I told her a few other things such as “I’ve known you almost my whole life. No, we’ve never spent much time together, but I’ve seen you. I’ve seen you grow up, a little. And here we are. You and me and your” and I paused a second before adding “thriving, healthy and if I may say well shaped and sexually appealing figure.”
Once I told her that I looked deep into her eyes hoping she believed it because I did. “You mean that, really?” she asked as a glimmer of hope and a tad of a smile seemed to appear on her face. I told her yes, nodding and smiling as well. “Honestly? You’re not making that up? You really believe that I’m that pretty and even” and she paused a moment before adding “even sexy Geoffrey?” And I looked right at her and said yes again, smiling as well so she would begin to believe the truth.
She lunged at me and held me firmly. As she did, I heard her say “Awwww Geoffrey that is soooo sweet of you to say that” and with that she was hugging me even tighter.
However, something happened suddenly. The towel she had been wearing had started to come undone. A lot more of her breasts were able to be seen by the naked eye and when she and I parted, I naturally looked down. I didn’t know it had happened until I did either. Oh yeah, that’s right. I could see some. I saw lots more of what god gave her downstairs. For whatever reason, I found myself liking it a lot.
She saw my eyes. She looked down. Then she looked up as her hands pulled the towel back together. “Oh umm uhhh sorry” she said. “I uhhh didn’t mean that to happen.”
”No, it’s okay. I mean” but I didn’t know what to say. Yeah, okay. It’s been three long, long years since I’d had sex. Yes, I’m one of your typical American males. I do love a woman’s eyes. I do love her smile as well. I like women’s shoulders. I am sincerely in love with a woman’s breasts. There is no doubt about that at all. Also don’t forget her tummy or hips or waist and make sure you understand, I also love a woman’s ass too. So with those features and who I am a little I went on to say “No Sara, I’m sure the rest of you is well umm probably pretty special too.”
With that, she stared me in the eyes. With that said, I noticed how her hands held the towel together at the very top. With that said, I noticed how she hadn’t retied it yet either. I sure wanted to look down and see all of her body. I couldn’t tell you why but I did. I guess it’s just who and what I am and that is one horny pervert, regardless if it was my sister or not. “Listen, I know a woman’s body is” and I stopped a second to find the right words. I looked at her. “Yours Sara, is just special. I’m not sure how to explain it” I added. I mean what else can I say?”
She was looking at me with a look I didn’t quite understand. There was hope, love, and something else I wasn’t sure about. Maybe it was a question mark but I did know. God, I sure didn’t know for sure, but I sure wished I did.
“What else is sexy on me?” she said, out of no where.
“Huh?” I said.