I waited for my sister to come for the goodnight ritual she had started. She was wearing a one piece dress. The material was thinner than her previous outfits and because there was no double layer of clothing around her waist, I could feel the contours of her lower back more clearly than before. When I held her against me and my arms wrapped around her waist, I found the palm of my hand caress the small of her back ever so slightly.
She squirmed at the feel of my hand caressing her back and the movement of her body, slight as it was, caused her breasts to caress my chest. The whole thing was involuntary, the movement of my hand or the movement of her chest, but the effect was quite strong. There was a shock in her body language and I tensed up in response. I released her prematurely thinking I had done something wrong and she pulled away rather hurriedly. It was quite obvious that we felt awkward about something, whatever it was there to feel awkward about.
“Sorry,” I uttered, again involuntarily.
She stood a short distance away from me, as she had done on the first day, looking down on the floor. Once again, it seemed she was a bit hesitant and didn’t know what to do next. Without looking at me, she said goodnight and left the room.
“Goodnight, Sis.” I found myself saying to a closing door.
I knew there was nothing wrong with what had happened. My caress was pretty innocent and her movement was accidental. At the same time there was something definitely wrong with what was in our minds—well, at least in my mind. That’s why I reacted out of panic, caused by the slight guilt that was nagging in the back of my head for feeling the softness of her breasts; and that in return had made her react out of unease, definitely caused by something that was nagging in the back of her head. I couldn’t guess what it could be, but there must have been something, and that something must have been on the same lines as my guilt.
I tried to sleep but sleep was miles away from my eyes. I was feeling ill at ease and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do next. I didn’t want her to feel awkward around me. I didn’t care if it meant the end of our goodnight ritual, but at least we could feel comfortable knowing that everything was quite chaste. I wanted to convey that message to her but I didn’t know if I had enough of a reason to even bring it up. Definitely it needed to be brought up, but how? I couldn’t resolve that dilemma.
Around midnight or so, my door opened and she peeked in. She whispered: “KD, are you awake?”
I got up to a sitting position and said: “Yes, I am. Come in.”
She walked in slowly and stood next to my bed. She had changed into shorts and a rather formfitting T-shirt. I guessed them to be her night clothes. Her T-shirt was showcasing her upper body very nicely. Her broad shoulders, a natural result of her larger than average chest, were striking as was her waist and stomach. I am a sucker for that small outward curve some girls have below their bellybutton as their stomach recedes down to their pubic zone. My sister had that and her T-shirt had a few folds around that part which actually drew more attention to it. My eyes jumped from her breasts to her curve below the bellybutton and on down to her knees and the bit of her thighs that was visible below her shorts. You can tell how sexy a woman is from the way her thighs, her knees and her calves come together. My sister had rather lovely knees and her thighs and calves made very attractive curves around them.